#no beta just me myself and I and like 2 hours of screaming I hate proof-reading but like I'm too self-conscious to just let it be

[lxvi-gloria]

Drabble Prompt: Post-canon Levi, struggling with chronic pain and mourning his dead loved ones, being visited by his still alive loved ones

Anon, you knew how to talk pretty to me <3

hihi requests are still open btw

I feel like I gotta put a disclaimer or something lmao. So, the length of my drabble requests is usually something between 100-400 words. This request is just an incredibly unexpected exception. it just happened to fit into this idea I already had been thinking of, which was how the remaining 104th would ask Levi to be part of important events in their lives because well, they like the dude lmao, so expect that sort of one-shot soon. Additionally, since I kept reminding myself that this was supposed to be a drabble, I might have glossed over the chronic pain and mourning bits so I'm sorry about that ;;

that being said, 2.4k words of Levi and Gabi be upon ye <3

Now on Ao3!

The angry hissing of the kettle makes him flinch. It brings a loud ringing to his right ear. Instinctively, he places his right hand over it, and gives his ear a couple of gentle taps; it's more of a grounding gesture, a distraction from the buzzing. He usually keeps watch over the kettle, so that he can lower the heat just right before it gets a chance to scream at him. 

He realises then that he must have spaced out while waiting. It’s alright, he thinks. It’s been like that a lot, recently. He’s been like that. Lost in thought-- lost in time, if he allowed himself to be precise. The last days, weeks even, as the temperatures started to drop, blended into each other. There’s a little calendar on his bedside table, it had been a birthday gift from Armin – or had that been Mikasa’s? He isn’t sure, he had received an absurd number of presents from the kids last year, it had been hard to keep track of who gave him what and now the fact escaped him. Turning the pages of the little calendar, with its delicate botanical illustrations on each day, quickly became part of his morning routine, and so he was sure that time was passing at all. The stillness of the routine, he guesses, made him like this.

His vision blurs momentarily while he scoops the tea leaves into the teapot. He squints, trying to will his good eye to focus, but all he gets in return is a throb in his right eye. After putting the tea canister away, he presses the inner sides of his wrists to both eyes, placing just enough pressure to relieve the discomfort. When he opens his eyes again, he is pleased to find he can read the small print on the canister an arm’s length away. 

There’s a loud slam coming from the front of the house, followed by footsteps coming further into the house.

He quickly recognizes the heavy stomping as Gabi’s gait. She’s always been so loud.

Gabi crosses the arch into the small kitchen and dining area. 

“Don’t slam my doors,” he says as a greeting, slowly turning his head to his left side, trying to catch a glimpse of her in his periphery.

“Aye, aye,” the kid waves her hand, shoots him a teasing grin, “someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Levi hums in response but doesn’t say anything else. He busies himself with placing everything they need for their morning tea and coffee on a metal tray on the counter, which Gabi takes from him as soon as it’s ready and sets it on the table.

He grabs his cane from where he had hooked it on one of the kitchen drawers. He has been leaning against the counter, his right leg supporting most of his weight all this time. He braces himself for the sharp pain that will surely surge from his bad knee, through his left hip and up his spine. Cold mornings like this one and being still in one place for long will do that to him. It’s not so bad. It could be worse.

It takes 4 steps to get from the stove to his chair, which Gabi has already pulled out for him. It sits at an angle that allows him to easily slide down on it and rest his right elbow on top of the table, leaning back and against his good side.

“I have something that will cheer you up,” she holds a couple of envelopes in her hand and waves them at him, “You’ve got mail!”

He nods at her in acknowledgement but does not take his attention away from preparing his first batch of tea of the day. There’s a ritual to it, it almost feels like, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. Not when the ringing in his ear is still there, the building pressure in the upper back part of his eyeballs, and the cold air seeping into his bones through his thick jumper. Oh, how he needs a good cup of tea right now.

While Levi waits for it to steep, he grabs the papers that she had shoved in his face, squints his eyes at the first envelope and finds that he is unable to make out much of the handwriting. He brings it closer to his face, squints harder, steals a quick glance across the table and hopes Gabi isn’t paying him any mind, too preoccupied with choosing from the bag of pastries she brought with her. It is with an impassive expression that he hands the stack of envelopes back. 

“Read it for me.” A beat and then he adds, a little reluctant: “Please.”

He knows Gabi prefers coffee in the mornings, and black tea in the evenings, so he makes sure to have a fresh brew of the former whenever he knows she’s coming over; so, with shaky hands, Levi gets to prepare her cup of coffee. While he enjoys the aroma of it, he remains faithful to tea; at first, he thought he didn’t like it because he had butchered his first attempts at brewing it. But even after Onyankopon had taught him how to do it properly and he had enjoyed his cup, it didn’t bring the same comfort as tea. It just never hit the spot.

She shoots him a mischievous grin, “Oh, you sure? What if I read something personal, hm?” 

Levi just shakes his head, scoffing at the idea of Gabi finding his junk mail fascinating.

“Is this how I find out you have a secret lover you’re exchanging raunchy love letters with?” Gabi teases, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

He lets out a tired sigh and rolls his eyes, “just wanna be done with it, ” he stirs the milk into Gabi’s coffee, which now has turned into a cup of milk with coffee. “We have a lot to prepare for tonight.”

She clicks her tongue at him, but still rips the first envelope open, “Mr. Levi, your reading won’t improve if you keep doing that,” she jokingly scolds him.

Although Levi mentally recognises handing her and Falco stuff he couldn’t be bothered reading before, that’s not the case this time. He’ll let her think that for now, though, because he doesn’t want to mention the pressure building in the back of his bad eye, it’s not important and she, a kid, doesn’t need to know his newly found ailment of the week. He can see just fine around him right now. He can see Gabi’s big eyes and playful smile at the other side of the table, and that’s good enough; smaller details, he doesn’t feel he can do them, not without making himself go dizzy with a migraine.

Levi slides the cup of coffee to her and is pleased with himself when she approves of the colour of her drink.

“It’s from Armin,” she announces as she scans the letter. 

From this angle, the soft morning light illuminating her face and thanks to his faulty vision, Gabi’s image stirs his memory. His heart faintly constricts as he is reminded of the many times Hange read their research reports to him during breakfast in the mess hall before presenting them to Erwin. Levi always wondered how they could read so fast, sometimes he even doubted they were actually reading at all, their words barely being able to catch up with her eyes; he never asked about it, maybe reading came easy to them as numbers did to him.

A high-pitched squeal from Gabi startles him, bringing him back to the here and now.

“Oh… ohh, Mr. Levi,” she starts, her smile widening by the second “This is good news!”

Gabi makes a show of clearing her throat and then starts reading “Dear Captain, I hope this letter finds you well and in good health.” 

Levi can’t help but let a sardonic huff at the irony of the greetings but doesn’t let himself be bothered by it. He has written only a handful of personal letters throughout his life, and by now he knows it’s just something you’re supposed to say because jumping straight to the point isn’t acceptable, or so that’s what he had been told. 

Gabi continues reading Armin’s words to him. For the most part, it’s a standard letter coming from him: he asks Levi how he’s dealing with the changing of the seasons, how Gabi and Falco are faring, if business at the tea shop has been good, if there’s anything Levi needs that he can’t get in town so that Armin or the others can get it for him. He tells him a little about the country he’s writing from, he even includes a photograph. Then, after the expected pleasantries, Gabi can barely hold her excitement and starts reading faster, trying so hard not to trip over her words.

“If I’m being sincere, we would prefer to ask you in person,” Gabi stops for a second to look up at him from the paper, gauging for a reaction and finding nothing, she continues. 

Armin apologises for not being able to visit him before the holidays, Annie included, and so it is implied that he won’t be attending tonight’s reunion. 

Sometime during the last five years, the Alliance brats had decided to make showing up at Levi’s doorstep together once a year a sort of custom; the first time it happened was during an early winter, a blizzard had stopped them from leaving Levi’s until the next morning. It had been a really nice evening despite the awful weather, Levi remembers, after everyone pitched in one way or another, they all shared a simple but hearty meal together. It was Connie who jokingly said they should do it every year. The following year, Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco joined them. 

This year would be their fourth, and the first someone wouldn’t make it. That fact sits heavily in Levi’s chest, stealing the spotlight from his throbbing eye.

“...Annie and I have decided to get married. The both of us would like you to officiate our ceremony!” unable to contain her excitement, she tears her eyes away from the paper and looks at Levi. “Huh?! This is good news! What’s with the constipated face?!”

That doesn’t sound right. It figures that Annie and Armin would be the first to marry; in a way, he is happy for them, they clearly care for each other. No, that part is easy to understand. Their union is logical to anyone who knows the couple. What Levi can’t figure out is why they are asking him such a thing.

He clears his throat, assumes it’s been 3 minutes and his tea is ready to be poured and so he distracts himself with that.

When he doesn’t answer Gabi, she picks up where she left off. 

He isn’t… well, he isn’t that close to either of them. He’s sure Annie must have other relatives that could step in his stead. Maybe a brother, a cousin. Even Jean or Reiner would be better options than Levi. He isn’t good with words or people like they are, he couldn’t possibly give them a speech about something foreign to him as it is that kind of love, that’s what people expect, right? His title of Captain is obsolete in this new world, so it can’t be that either. Hell, he has never been to a fucking wedding. 

Just… why him?

As expected, Armin doesn’t really go into the details of their choice but does let Levi know they do not expect a fast answer and that they do not want him to feel pressured to accept it, despite how much it would mean to them if he did. Armin asks if there’s anything in particular that he would like for his birthday, as it is a month away, and closes the letter by saying he looks forward to seeing him and everyone then.

When the letter is closed and put back into its envelope, silence falls around them. For a moment the only sound that can be heard is the clinking of tableware as Levi places the teacup back on its saucer.

It bothers him, that he knows he will be letting Armin down by refusing something that any other well-adapted person would consider an honour. But the thought of embarrassing him and himself, because he gave an awkward, most likely insensitive, speech, mortifies him. No, he can’t put them and their guests through that. He will find a way to make it up to the couple, maybe he can… he doesn’t know yet, but he will come up with something.

As he finishes his first cup, Levi realises that at some point while he was lost in thought, the ringing in his ear has subsided and now it’s back to that muffled, cotton-in-ear sensation he’s used to and he doesn’t feel his eyeball pulsating anymore. Glancing at Gabi, he notices she is trying really hard not to say something, her brow furrowed as she takes a sip of her own drink, followed by a big bite of her pastry. Flakes stick to the corner of her mouth and for once it doesn’t disgust him. Instead, it makes his lips twitch as if going into a smile.

“I can help you... if you want,” she says eventually, sounding uncharacteristically careful and small of her.

Levi quirks an eyebrow “Help? with what?” 

She shrugs, “How to… tell them you don’t want to,” she avoids looking at him for the first time, finding the flakes on her plate more interesting. She shrugs again and tilts her head to the side, a thin line of a smile appearing on her face. “...or prepare for the ceremony.”

Not unlike many times before, Gabi’s words render him speechless, if only for a moment. He spares his tea a glance and he thinks: it’s bold of her to be so upfront about offering her help to him, and had it been any other morning, one where he couldn’t think past the constant ache in his body, he would’ve chewed her head off for simply trying to help him because he himself doesn’t know how to accept that kindness.

This kid is trying her best and he can’t help but feel somewhat proud of that.

“You have shit on your face. Here,” he points to where the flakes would sit on his own face and picks his refilled teacup back up.

Gabi quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting most of the flakes off. Levi gives her a thumbs-up with his free hand.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally concedes and tries to ignore the little happy dance she does in her seat.

This time, when the amber liquid touches his lips, it’s remarkably sweeter than before.

[lunarbuck]

Reset - Three

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Pairing: The Winter Soldier x f!Reader

WC: 5.3k

He is carved from darkness. Hell's creation, a thing of nightmares.

Warnings/Tags: descriptions of violence, description of injury, fear, swearing

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AN: thank you @cwbucky for beta reading!!! Please let me know what you think <3

chapter 2 / chapter 4

Soldat

The ride back to the compound is quick despite my distracted thoughts. I am captivated by this new information about моя куколка’s family, friends, and life. It is more than I could have wished for. It is more than she would have granted had I asked.

When I arrive back at the compound, there is a pull in my gut; I need to see her. It has been too long. I wonder what Rollins has done with her during the hours I was away.

Before I see her, I need to check in with Pierce. He is probably back in his office after doing his rounds and checking in on his subordinates. 

I find him at his desk, typing something into his computer. Internet access has been restricted, people outside of Hydra’s compounds and residences can’t use it. This was done early on to prevent communication, but the resistance often finds ways around it.

Pierce glances up from his work and gives me a once-over when I enter the office. I’m still wearing my tactical gear and my weapons. He doesn’t like seeing me armed. He knows I am dangerous, that I could kill him if I wanted.

I won’t. Not yet. 

“Mission report,” he says, returning his eyes to the screen in front of him. 

“Intel gathered on the new SHIELD resistance leader Lucas Glover.” I rattle off what I’ve learned and explain what I took photos of. I leave out my visit to the SHIELD safehouse. I don’t mention what I have learned about the prisoner, even though the information would probably be helpful to Pierce. It is for my ears and eyes only.

“Good work, Soldier. Dismissed.” He waves his hand in the way I hate, flapping at me like I am a dog. I turn on my heel and head down the hall. I know I should remove my weapons, but I don’t want to delay seeing her any more than I already have. 

The hallways were cleaned recently, and my boots squeak against the waxed tile. I am surely scuffing it, marring its glossy texture. I turn corners, mindlessly making my way to her cell. I know I should question the way she occupies my thoughts. It is dangerous, she is dangerous, but I cannot stop myself.

I hear a loud thud coming from the direction of her holding cell, and the hair on the back of my neck raises. What is going on? I hear her scream, and my blood runs cold. I calmly walk down the hall toward the sound of fists beating flesh, trying not to speed up my steps.

When I round the corner, I see моя куколка on the ground, spitting blood. Rumlow grabs her by her hair and hauls her up so Rollins can strike her again.

“Fucking bitch,” Rollins grunts, shaking out his hand before crouching down to look her in her eyes. “If you’d just listen for once, we wouldn’t have to do this. All you had to do was be good.”

They can’t touch her like that; they weren’t supposed to fucking touch her. I can’t stand to watch it anymore, and without thinking, I close the distance between them and me.

I grab Rollins by his collar and throw him back against the wall. He lands with a thud but recovers quickly.

“Calm down, big guy,” Rumlow says, still holding onto моя куколка. His knuckles are split and bloody, staining her hair. “Nothin’ to see here.” I swing my left arm into place and roll my shoulders back.

“You defied Pierce,” I say, turning around to stare down Rollins. “You touched her.”

Куколка 

Rumlow’s grip on your arm is firm; it feels like he’s about to break your bone. You bring your other hand up and claw at his fingers, but it does nothing. He’s too distracted by the Soldier.

“I didn’t do shit,” Rumlow says, rolling his eyes. Rollins tries to come at the Soldier, but he is armed. His metal fingers deftly grab a knife from a holster on his leg, spinning it through his fingers before lodging it in Rollins’ leg. He howls in pain, and the Soldier rips the blade from Rollins, wiping it on the fabric of the injured man’s pants.

“You touched her,” the Soldier says. It sounds almost as if he cares, but maybe that’s because you’re concussed. Rumlow gives up his hold on you and tosses you to the ground. You land hard, and you’re too disoriented to save yourself.

The Soldier turns on Rumlow and quickly takes him to the ground, pinning him against the tile. It is clear that when the Soldier puts his mind to something, no one can stop him. Rumlow puts up a good fight but eventually gives in and relents.

“Get the fuck off me,” he grunts as the Soldier presses the man’s face into the ground.

“Never touch her again,” the Soldier says, voice cold. It makes you shiver.

“Fine, whatever, fuck off.” The Soldier allows Rumlow to stand then turns to you. Something swims in his eyes, some far-off emotion that you can’t name. He kneels down next to you and runs his fingers along your hairline, looking for the source of your bleeding. He holds the weight of your head in his hands, and you don’t fight it. 

Your body aches all over. There isn’t one place that wasn’t subject to Rollins and Rumlow’s beatings. The Soldier’s hands hook around your back and under your knees, lifting you up. He presses you against his chest, and you let your head fall against him. For the first time since your capture, you’re not worried about what will happen next. All you can think of right now is the warmth of the Soldier’s body against yours and the sound of his heart beating in your ears.

The Soldier brings you back to your cell and lays you down gently on the cot. Your vision blurs as he turns you on your side, curling your limbs up into your chest. He steps away, and your gut twists.

When he returns, you hear the rustling of his tactical gear as it falls to the floor. Beneath it, he wears black cargo pants and a black t-shirt. You try to focus on him, on his eyes, but you can’t. Unconsciousness creeps into the corners of your vision, and you let your eyes fall shut.

“No, no, you can’t do that right now ангел (angel),” the Soldier says, running his thumbs over your cheeks. The chill of metal fingers sends shivers down your spine, and you fight against the urge to keep your eyes closed. For a brief moment, you focus on his eyes. They’re striking, a shade of blue you swear doesn’t exist anywhere else.

He nods and moves away, dragging over a bowl of water. He dips a rag into it and begins to wipe the blood off of your face. You’re not sure where he found all of this. The water is warm, and you let out a gasp at the feeling. 

The Soldier smirks; it is almost a smile. 

Once he has cleaned the wounds on your face, he shifts and begins to undress you. He removes your shirt and pants but leaves your underwear, surprising you. He wets the cloth in the now murky water and cleans your arms. He starts at your shoulder and, with careful fingers, wipes at your skin. 

He is focused on the spot he’s cleaning, never letting his attention stray. His gaze burns, but you don’t move. The silence in the cell is deafening, and even though your mind is hazy, you know you have to try now. You won’t get another chance like this.

“What does it mean?” You croak quietly. The Soldier continues cleaning your hands, your fingers.

“What does what mean?” He replies quietly. The Soldier’s voice always surprises you. There there is something almost sweet in the gravelly sound.

“Ahn-gel,” you say, butchering the pronunciation of the word. He smirks and huffs out a breath; it is almost a laugh.

“Ангел,” he corrects, watching your face. He does not explain further as he shifts you to clean the other side of your body. “What happened?” He asks, cleaning beneath your fingernails.

You think back to this morning when Rollins came to your cell, how he’d cooed in one breath and tore you down in another. 

“Rollins came this morning, said you had the day off. He took me to that room with the chair, and I didn’t want to go, so I tried to get away. He didn’t like that, so he beat me. Rumlow showed up, and they put me in the chair. It hurt so much today.” The Soldier’s fingers pause on your abdomen.

“Why were they beating you when I found you?” There is a new gruffness in his voice, an urgency that hadn’t been there before. Bile rises in your throat as you recall the events of just a few moments ago.

“They wanted me to shower, they were tearing at my clothes, trying to–” your voice catches in your throat, and the Soldier shakes his head. He holds your face in his hands, so you have no choice but to stare into his eyes.

“They will never touch you again, ангел. Never.” Your eyes water; how did it get to this point. How have you strayed so far? His eyes scan your face. You must have a far-off look in your eye, considering the concern written in his gaze.

“Bucky,” you whisper, resting your hands on his wrists. The Soldier stiffens but allows you to run your fingers along his arms, up to his shoulders and neck, until you reach his face. Your fingers graze over his skin, his scars. He is carved from darkness. Hell’s creation, a thing of nightmares. At your touch, something in his eyes cracks. His lips part as your hands explore further up. You trace over his cheekbones, his nose, his brow bone.

“No,” he replies, matching your quiet volume. “Soldat.” His hands shift from your face down to your neck and shoulders until he’s holding you around your ribcage. His strength, his power pulses through his fingers, the hands that hold you and clean up could kill you in an instant.

“James.” His name comes to you as easily as breathing, as easy as living. The Soldier’s grip tightens on you, fingers digging into your ribs. He breathes deeply through his nose and shuts his eyes tightly. 

“Don’t.” You rub your thumbs along his cheekbones, letting your fingers find the length of his brown hair. Before, you said that maybe in another life, he could have been beautiful. You were wrong. He is beautiful in this life; he is striking.

When the Soldier opens his eyes, there is something new in them. They are clear like a storm has passed. He draws his hands back up your torso to your face, cradling you in a way you hadn’t thought possible from the man. 

Something has shifted between the two of you. You’re not sure when it happened, when your hatred for this man changed, but you know it is dangerous. To be truthful, you’re not sure you ever truly hated him. What kind of person does that make you? How could you not hate the man that killed the person you loved? 

You’d thought the Soldier was a monster; maybe there is more to him than you realized.

“Sleep,” he says, tilting your head to rest on your threadbare pillow. “I will fix this.” The Soldier pulls a blanket over your body and helps you curl yourself in it. His hands trace the curve of your jaw before he stands to exit the cell. The lights turn off when he opens the door. 

“Goodnight, James,” you say quietly into the darkness.

“Goodnight, ангел.”

You dream of Steve.

“You look like such a baby in this one,” you said through loud laughter, pointing to a picture of young Steve Rogers.  

“I had a baby face, don’t be mean,” Steve chided, plucking the photo from your fingers. You pouted, and he kissed your cheek. “I’m not gonna let you look at these if you’re just gonna make fun of me. What happened to you being my sweet girl?” He asked with a goofy smile. You rolled your eyes and leaned into his side. He knew you were just kidding, but you still felt a little bad. 

“Let me make you dinner tonight to make up for it,” you offered, glancing up at your handsome companion. Steve wiggled his eyebrows in approval, and you burst out into another fit of laughter. 

It was so easy with Steve, so effortless. 

He picked you up and placed you in his lap, your legs wrapped around his torso. You looked up into his bright blue eyes and his big dumb grin. 

“You think I’m gonna forgive you that easy?” He asked with mock confusion.  

“Uh yeah, I do. In fact, I know you’re gonna. I can read you like a book Cap,” you replied, tapping him on the nose. Steve plastered on an exaggerated frown, but you were immune to the puppy dog eyes. Eventually, he relented and let you go shopping for groceries. He helped you carry them and everything like the gentleman he was. 

That night after you’d both eaten, Steve dimmed the lights and put on an old record of his. Soft jazz music played through the grainy speaker as you and Steve swayed to the beat. Your head rested against his chest, and he leaned down, pressing his lips to the top of your head.  

Steve hummed along to the song; the sound rumbled in his chest and tickled your ears. Some days, you couldn’t believe he was real. That he was with you. Some days, it was too good to be true. But then he’d pick you up, swing you around, and all those doubts flew away. 

“I love you, sweet girl,” he’d whisper against your hair. “I love you so much.”

You wake to pain coursing through your body. You’ll be feeling the lingering effects of yesterday’s beating for a while. Slowly, you push yourself up and lean against the concrete wall behind your bed. The cool material shocks your skin, but you don’t move away.

There is no evidence from the Soldier’s visit. He must have gathered his gear, the bowl, and your bloody clothes when he left. You notice a pile of folded clothes beside your cot, a t-shirt, and pants just like always. You must’ve been too out of it to notice.

You dress with shaky fingers, fumbling with the zipper on the pants, but eventually, you’re clothed. There is no food by your door, but you’re not sure you’d be able to stomach anything right now. 

Footsteps thud outside, and your heartbeat speeds up. The weight of the steps is familiar; it is the Soldier. He opens your cell door and steps inside, letting it shut behind him. In one hand, he holds a plum, and in the other, a small knife. He stares down at you for a moment before crouching beside the cot.

“It is the afternoon. I was instructed to remove your first meal of the day, but you need to eat.” Now that the Soldier is closer to you, you can see faint purple bruising below one of his eyes, remnants of a split lip, and blood along his hairline.

Without thinking, you reach up and brush the seam of his lips, feeling for the injury. You know that with the serum, his wounds heal quickly; these are recent. He must have received them this morning.

“What did they do to you?” You whisper, forgetting yourself for a moment. The Soldier does not move. He doesn’t remove your hand from his face. 

“Do not worry about me, моя куколка,” he says, shaking his head. “You must eat.” You slowly drop your hand and take the plum from his awaiting palm. The Soldier presses the small knife into your hand next, and you watch as the blade glints in the harsh cell light. 

You cut the plum into a few pieces, and the Soldier watches each movement. He surely is breaking many rules by bringing you food and a weapon; what does this mean?

“Was that because of me?” You ask, watching the bruises fade from his skin. You’d watched Steve heal many times, but it never ceased to amaze you. The Soldier sits beside you on the cot, and it sinks with his added weight. You place a piece of the plum against your tongue, letting the sweet fruit fill your senses. It’s almost too much, but it tastes incredible.

“No,” the Soldier replies. When you’ve fully cut up the plum, you hand the knife back to the Soldier, holding the blade in your fingers to offer him the handle. A voice deep in your mind, so deep you can barely hear it, screams at you for giving it back. You could’ve used it, hidden it, and tried to escape. Another part of your mind, this one much louder, knows that you never could’ve escaped using such a small blade. There are too many people in this compound. You never could’ve taken them all.

“Then why?” The Soldier wipes the plum juices off the blade before tucking it away into a pocket. You eat another piece of fruit.

“It is not important.” You nod and continue eating until the plum is long gone. You want more, craving the sugary sweetness of the fruit. When the Soldier sees you’re done, he stands and helps you up. “We need to go.”

For a moment, you think he won’t cuff you, but that thought is quickly extinguished when he pulls out the manacles. Your heart aches, but you’re not sure why. Did you really think that he would forget that you are his prisoner? That you are a member of the resistance? Your naïvete has seemingly returned with a vengeance. It is dangerous.

Once the Soldier has secured your wrists, he leads you out of the cell and down a familiar hallway. You know where he is taking you. The electrocution chair haunts your waking moments as well as your nightmares. 

When you enter the electrocution room, Pierce, Rumlow, and Rollins all stand around the chair. Rumlow and Rollins look pissed, but Pierce seems pleased. The Soldier stiffens at your side and guides you to the chair. He shoves you into the seat, and in an instant, Rollins is beside you with the rubber mouthpiece.

Pierce stands in front of you and takes the mouthpiece from Rollins, holding it between two fingers. “You’re strong,” he says, regarding you with suspicious eyes. “But you are not strong enough to fight this forever.” Rollins and Rumlow exchange a look that does not bode well for you.

“I’ll never stop,” you whisper, but you know you’re lying to yourself. You’ve already given up so much; you’ve already let the Soldier in. You’ve lost.

“If you want to live, you’ll reconsider.” Pierce doesn’t give you an opportunity to respond; he shoves the mouthpiece between your teeth and grips your jaw so you can’t spit it back out on him. He nods to his men before stepping away. The chair whirrs to life, and the torture begins.

You’re not sure how long it lasts before Pierce tells Rumlow to stop. Your eyes fall upon the Soldier, searching for what though, you’re not sure. You want comfort, and despite what he has shown you recently, you know that the Soldier cannot bring you that. Instead, he shifts his eyes to Pierce and nods.

The Soldier opens his mouth, and as he speaks, your head begins to throb. Your vision swims, and you find yourself unable to focus on anything other than Pierce. He motions to the Soldier then steps toward you. He grabs your chin, turning your head to look at him. “Lucas Glover,” he says with a smirk. Pierce gently removes the mouthpiece from between your teeth, and your jaw hangs open. You’re panting, unable to get enough air.

“Lucas Glover,” you repeat, though your tongue feels like lead in your mouth. The name is familiar, and a hazy face flashes in your mind. He knew Steve, this much you’re sure of, though why would Pierce care?

“Why’s she taking so long?” Rumlow asks loudly from behind Pierce, though you don’t shift your eyes to him. You can’t seem to get them to move away from Pierce’s intense gaze.

“She is working on it,” Pierce replies calmly. He crouches down in front of you, so he has to look up to keep eye contact. “Lucas Glover, you know him, right?”

As if not controlled by your own brain, your head nods. 

“Good. How do you know him?” You furrow your brow, trying to place Lucas in your memories. They float through your mind, showing you glimpses of a life that seems so far away that it couldn’t possibly have been yours.

“SHIELD,” you say quietly. Pierce smiles; it is not a kind thing. He nods, encouraging you to continue. “He was an intern. Very promising.” Though you know the man in front of you has not always treated you well, you’re happy he’s asking so nicely. He could hurt you easily if he wanted to.

“Do you think Mr. Glover knows anything about the remaining safe houses?” Safe houses. Something about that word makes you feel nervous. You sense a tugging in your gut, a need to tell him what you know.

“Yes.” You need to say more; the look Pierce gives you confirms this suspicion. Something about this feels wrong. You want to tell him the truth. It feels good when you do. So why is there a piece of you that wants to keep the information to yourself? Your head spins as you try to keep your mouth closed. You know you need to say something. You feel like you’ll explode if you don’t. Pain spreads through your chest, down your arms and legs. It licks at your fingers and up your neck.

“What do you know of the remaining safe houses? You’ve told me there are some in the midwest. Do you know anything more specific?” You bite your tongue, but it is a losing battle, and you’re not strong enough to fight anymore.

“Yes.” Pierce’s eyes scream more. “Chicago,” you whisper as relief rushes over your body, cool water to ease your pain. 

“Chicago,” Pierce repeats before standing again. Rollins approaches, tilting your chin and placing his thumb against your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly. Your jaw easily falls open, and he positions the mouthpiece back against your teeth. Your heart races; hadn’t you done well? You’d answered his questions. Why punish you more. Tears slip from the corners of your eyes, wetting your cheeks.

“Fuck,” Rollins groans, removing his thumb from your lip to wipe at your tears. He brings his finger to his mouth and tastes it. “Even sweeter than last time.”

The torture goes on. Your only relief comes with Pierce’s questions, though by the time the Soldier removes you from the chair, you are on the brink of unconsciousness. Tonight he does not clean you up. He does not make you promises of safety and security. He leaves you in the dark cell, and you cry for a man from lifetimes ago, one you will never see again.

You wake to his footsteps thundering down the hallway. The Soldier pushes your cell door open and steps inside. You shift on your cot to look at him, but your body aches with every movement. 

“You need to train,” he says, regarding you from the door. He does not make a move to help you up. What happened to the man that brought you the plum? That saved you from your beating?

You groan, pushing yourself up until you’re standing. For a moment, you stare down at your bare feet against the cold concrete floor. Maybe, if you closed your eyes, you could pretend that you were in the bathroom of your apartment. No matter the season or temperature outside, the tile was always unrelentingly cold. It was awful in the mornings when you’d just pulled yourself away from Steve’s warm embrace, but it was a comfort on days when you ran a fever and had to sit by the toilet.

Steve always took care of you when you were sick. He’d make you soup, get you ice cream, and wrap you up until you felt better. Gotta take care of my girl, he’d always say. If you don’t feel good, I don’t feel good. 

You wiggle your toes, lifting them from the cool flooring, and rock back onto your heels. After a long day of training, Steve would draw you a bath. He’d add lavender oil to the water and light you candles. He would massage your body with gentle fingers.

Steve’s fingers worked down your back, finding a new knot from training with Natasha. He leaned down and kissed your shoulder as he worked out the knot.  

“Did she do that weird spin move on you?” He asked, moving his lips against your skin. You were lying on your stomach on the bed, and Steve straddled your hips, sitting on top of you.  

You groaned as he increased the pressure of his fingers. “Yeah, but I kinda asked her to.” Steve chuckled as he sat back up. Once he worked out the knot, he let his fingers trail up and down your back, sending shivers up your spine. 

“You never learn, pretty girl,” he whispered. “But that’s why I love you.” He scratched your back lightly before moving up into your scalp. He always knew how to make you feel better.  

Metal fingers wrap around your wrist, and you’re catapulted back into your current reality. You stare up at the Soldier, his bright blue eyes glaring at you. “I will not repeat myself.” You drop your eyes and nod. He allows you a moment to dress properly for training before handcuffing you and leading you out of the cell.

“I didn’t eat,” you say quietly. The Soldier does not respond. “You said I need to eat.” He glares back at you and continues tugging you through the hallways. When you arrive at the training room, you feel your stomach cramping. You won’t have the strength to train if you don’t have anything to eat. Even something small would help.

The Soldier walks you to the center of the room, where he uncuffs you and gives you a once-over. His eyes rake over your figure until they reach your face. He reaches into a pocket in his pants and pulls out a small cloth bag, which he hands to you.

“Eat while I explain.” You tug the bag open and find a plum, this one slightly larger than yesterday’s. “Yesterday, you gave up the general location of a safe house.” Your heart sinks. You have very little memory of yesterday’s interrogation, and you don’t remember giving up that information.

You don’t respond. You take a bite of the plum.

“That location was enough for Pierce to put together an idea of where exactly the safe house is.” The plum is too sweet for what the Soldier is saying. 

“What does that mean for them?” You ask, running your tongue over your teeth.

“They will die. And Pierce will tell you all of this and more, but he will make it much more painful for you.” So he’s warning you, making the blow hurt less. Why?

“Why ruin Pierce’s fun?” You ask sarcastically. The Soldier is silent, and you watch his face contort. He’s thinking, mulling it all over. In the private of your mind, you have wondered why he shows you any kindness, why he bothers, but you’ve never asked aloud. 

“He is cruel.” The Soldier makes a face.

“And you haven’t been cruel?” You question, raising an eyebrow. You know you shouldn’t provoke him. He could kill you easily. The Soldier grips your wrist tightly with his metal hand, causing you to drop your plum. As if in slow motion, the Soldier catches it in his other hand. He brings it up close to his face, investigating the fruit.

“I never said that I have not been cruel,” he says slowly, shifting his attention back to you. “But the only one who can be cruel to you, моя куколка, is me.” The Soldier presses the plum against your lips. Your mouth opens just enough for him to position the fruit between your teeth. Sweetness coats your lips, your tongue. The Soldier watches you bite into the flesh of the plum, and heat sweeps through your body, settling in your belly.

He lowers his hands to his sides, releasing you from his grip. You both breathe deeply, and something shifts in the atmosphere. You drown in the Soldier’s blue eyes; they capture you and refuse to let you go. 

“James,” you whisper, and it is like he is struck by lightning. The Soldier jerks and shakes his head as if waking up from a trance. He stalks over to the door and types something into the screen that doubles as a keypad. 

A moment later, Pierce arrives at the training room.

“Good morning,” he says, regarding you with eager eyes. Pierce turns to the Soldier, and they exchange words in Russian. You wish you could understand what they say. The Soldier steps out of the training room, leaving you alone with Pierce. 

“Good morning,” you reply, keeping your eyes down. 

“You did well yesterday.” Your stomach turns; you don’t want to do well in Pierce’s eyes. “You are taking well to the programming. Have you noticed things getting easier?” 

Your gut tugs with an urge to tell the truth despite the fact you haven’t been shocked into submission. Even though nothing feels easy, you’ve gotten used to the pain. It’s almost normal now. Your fingers curl into fists, blunted nails digging into calloused skin. “No,” you say through gritted teeth.

Pierce frowns, but it disappears quickly. “When you worked for SHIELD, you had assessments, yes?” You nod, and at that moment, Rumlow, Rollins, and the Soldier drag someone into the training room. There is a fabric bag over the person’s head, but judging by the build and size of the person, it’s a man.

They pull him into the center of the room, dumping him at Pierce’s feet. The man doesn’t move, but he breathes heavily.

“What’s going on?” You ask, watching the bag move with each of the man’s breaths.

“Your information led me to quite the discovery; you helped more than you could ever have known.” You tear your eyes away from the man on the ground and find yourself seeking comfort in the Soldier. Blue eyes, frosty and nearly inhuman, stare back. They provide you none of the comfort you need.

“Who is that?” Your voice is shaky as you look back down at the man. His skin is covered in dirt and blood; his trip here must have been incredibly painful. His pants are torn in places, revealing a few wounds he must have received in a fight. He didn’t come here willingly, and he must not have known they were coming.

“If the Soldier has done his job, this should be easy,” Pierce says, looking at the Soldier. “He seems to think you have potential. I hope he is right.” Rumlow crouches down and unties the bag, pulling it off the man’s head.

Lucas Glover’s beaten and broken face makes your knees weak. You haven’t seen someone from SHIELD in so long. To have it be Lucas, Steve’s favorite intern, makes it that much worse.

“Lucas,” you whisper, fighting the urge to throw yourself into the ground to see if he is okay. You know he isn’t.

“He is no longer of much use to us,” Pierce says, nudging one of Lucas’s legs with the toe of his shoe. “Prove yourself.”

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куколка (f) = little doll

принцесса (f) = princess

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If It’s The Right Thing To Do (4)

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Character: Seth Clearwater

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Dialogue prompt:“So let me get this straight when I need you you’re nowhere to be found but when I do something dumb you magically appear.”

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“I’m sorry Seth but you and I both know that what you’re saying is bullshit.” I snatched my hand away from his chest, the feeling of his racing heart was no longer there. I knew he wasn’t lying about what he said but for his and my sanity, we both needed this to end here. This entire relationship was causing too many problems...well before he decided to join the Cullens. 

“What (Y/N)....what are you talking about?.” He stood there with tears in his eyes, I’m surprised he didn’t let them fall like I was letting mine fall. That was one thing I hated about him. He held in all of his emotions and then when it came to the breaking point he would explode. Trust me when I say it’s not a good sight to see.

I had to put off a bold face for him. I couldn’t let him know that I was actually dying inside. I was letting a few tears slide down my face but that didn’t compare to the aching feeling that I was feeling inside of me. It was the same feeling I felt when he first left me.

“Fine since you want me to say it so badly”- I roughly pointed my finger in his face.- “ Leave me alone. We’re breaking up so don’t call me, or text me until you get your priorities straight. I’ll be home when you get your shit together.” 

Seth couldn’t look me in the eyes, he started to kick the dirt with his feet. The sand below him started to change different colors from the tears that were falling upon it. He started to mumble a few words but the only thing I could hear was. “You don’t have your priorities straight either (Y/N).”

“It’s because I’m dealing with your shit! I’m around here following you like a lost puppy when you only play mind games with me! I’m so done with you and your bipolar ass!” I spat bitterly, I turned my back to him then marched towards Sam. I turned around to look at him once more, I instantly regretted it. He stood there with his hands in pockets with his head still hanging low. His head shot up instantly making eye contact with me, I quickly snatched my gaze away from him. This was going to be a new start for both of us so I didn’t need to be drawn back in with his puppy dog eyes.

Seth POV 2 weeks later

 I was too much of a coward to say goodbye. I was truly heartbroken. I wish I could run to her and tell her that I love her and tell her that I cherish everything about her but I know she wouldn’t believe me. I was all out of options. The only thing that felt right to do was to cry and that’s what I did. I cried so hard that day that Jake had to carry me home on his back. It’s been two weeks since I have last spoken to (Y/N), two of the longest fucking weeks of my life. I thought losing my dad was painful but this...this has won the race. I couldn’t bear the heartbreak so I started to stay out longer. I asked to take over Leah and Jake’s patrol hours. I don’t even remember the last time I ate. I can only remember our last encounter, it’s like a nonstop movie in my head it was causing me to go insane.

I hate it here.

I have been spending most of my days down at the border. I was monitoring the days where Colin and Brady patrolled, they were my best option to trick into letting me cross the border. It was my only way to apologize to (Y/N). So here I was trying to wave down Collin and Brady so I could continue with my ridiculous plan.

“Hey! Colin, Brady pshhh, come here!” I yelled out in the distance to the two wolves. I was standing at the border waiting for them to shift as well. I wasn’t in my wolf form. The last thing I wanted to do was be a threat to them. 

Brady was the first to walk from behind the tree while Colin stood behind the tree too nervous to face me. I could read their body language from a mile away, they were very uncomfortable with being around me. 

Brady snarled at me, I observed as all of the muscles in his body grew tense as he spoke. “I heard you got into it with Paul. He should have ripped your fucking head off.”

“Wow I wasn’t expecting that from you Brady, but thanks I guess.” I wasn’t trying to be an ass but it just rolled off my tongue. Straight away I regretted it, it only pissed him off even more. 

Brady pulled Colin by the collar of his shirt pushing him towards me. The kid could barely keep his posture straight or his eyes focused on me. He had no confidence in his steps and started to trip over the branches on the ground.

Brady pointed between the both of us with his thumb. He had an irritated facial expression plastered on his face. “Tell him what you told me when he left.” he spat bitterly, a small smirk was rising on his face but soon faded as Colin spoke.

“Do I have to?” Colin mumbled, he waved shyly at me. I took this opportunity to wave back to him. I gave him a small smile as well. Colin, Brady, and I were always close but Brady was always the fiery type while Colin was timid.

“Yes, you have to say it!” Brady exclaimed.

Colin rolled his eyes, “Fine, I said that you were an ass for leaving us behind. It wouldn’t be the first time that you left us.” Brady glared at him to continue, “I also said that you have a reputation for turning your back on us.”

I noticed Brady smiling at Colin; he must have felt accomplished. I must admit, I did feel bad, I left them behind but it was some things that they have not come to reality with.  “Listen I need a huge favor. I need you to let me cross the border so I can see (Y/N).”

Brady rolled his eyes, “Wow so you just completely ignored what we have to say? Why would we let you cross the border and jeopardize us? Yeah, that was a stupid request.”

“You’ll do it because I am your superior. In Jakes’s pack I’m the beta...but don’t ask Leah or else she’ll lie. She thinks she’s the beta because she’s older but in reality, Jake named me the beta.” 

Colin had a questionably look on his face, by now he has grown more comfortable with me and now is standing face to face just like Brady. “Why would you want to see someone who doesn’t want to see you?” 

I was taken aback, “Why do you mean? She wants to see me, there is no way that she would not want to see me.”

“Umm I highly doubt it, she’s been living well since the accident. We went skating last week with us and the others. Not once has she mentioned your name.” Brady slapped Colin across the back of his head. I watched as the two bickered back and forth. Brady pushed Colin away from him. He snapped his fingers to gain my attention from my feet. I hadn’t realized that I was getting sidetracked but I was trying to figure out why (Y/N)  wasn’t heartbroken.

“She made it clear that she didn’t want to be around you anymore Seth. Dude if I were you I’d really leave her the fuck alone. She really wants nothing to do with you. If you try to see her she’ll probably freak out on you. You’re pretty much dead to her.” Brady then smirked, “There’s also another guy that has been keeping her busy lately.”

Ouch. Well, that hurt...it actually hurt a lot. I cleared my throat so I could stop the tears from arising. We’re not about to cry in front of them!

Colin now slapped Brady beside the head. “You could have said it nicer, idiot.”

“What! Her words, not mine!” 

“Just forget about it.” I spat bitterly, If you wanted to forget about me and everything we had then so be it. I could forget you just as fast as you did me. I could care less about those stupid ass memories we made together. Just like you said I really didn’t love you it was just the stupid feeling of you being my damn imprint. 

I continued to walk and degrade our relationship. Jake tried to stop and talk to me but I just shoved him out of the way. He started to piss me off as well. He had his nose shoved so far up the Cullens ass he couldn’t tell you what roses smell like. Then here comes my second problem, Leah.  I didn’t dare shove her. I didn’t want to pick a fight with her right now. I could explode on her and say some things I didn’t mean. 

“Where the hell have you been!? Were you down at the border again?”

“Does it really matter?” I rolled my eyes at the screaming woman. If she wanted to be my mom then she should have birthed me out. She tugged me backward pulling her face up to hers. I stared into her lonely eyes as she did the same with me.

“You’re my little brother so you are my business. Stop doing dumb shit, Seth.”

 I ripped my face from her hands. “So let me get this straight when I need you you’re nowhere to be found but when I do something dumb you magically appear.” I already knew where the conversation was heading. I was not in the mood to hear her shit right now because I was a walking bomb ready to explode.

“Did you go see (Y/N)?”

“No! I didn’t see her. Why do you make everything about her? I could care less about her.” I couldn’t control myself. I threw my fist into a nearby tree. It cracked and fell to the ground. I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the tears roll down my cheeks.  As much as I wanted the tears to stop falling I couldn’t. I have never felt so empty in my entire life. That same feeling of heartbreak resurfaced throughout my body. My chest began to tighten, a sharp pain shot throughout my body as I tried to walk forward.

”Make it stop hurting Leah.” I began to sob uncontrollably. “It hurts so bad, why did she have to go? Why is everyone leaving me? What did I do to deserve this….I just try so hard to make everyone happy but when will it be my turn to be happy?  Mom is fucking dating Charlie now. We barely see her anymore only on fucking holidays!  Why did dad have to fucking go!? And you only check on me when it’s convenient for you Leah! Why is everyone leaving me, Leah!?”

“Seth I-”

I cut her off, “Don’t say it.” I knew I was going to apologize about the accident that happened with dad. I never blamed her for the accident. She didn’t mean any harm by it. I could never bring myself to blame her.

 I started to wipe my tears with the sleeves of my flannel shirt. It brought back the memories of the time that (Y/N) would take my flannel and wear it with her converse and shorts. I started to cry all over again at the thought. I started to choke on my words, everything that was coming out of my mouth was undetectable. “(Y/N) was always there for me and now I chose the bloodsuckers over her. She doesn’t understand that it was the right thing to do. They were going to kill a baby. Leah, I don’t have anyone else. I’m so fucking lonely!” 

“I know how it feels Seth. It hurts like hell but you’ll get over it. I’m sorry that you felt like I wasn’t there for you. I must admit that I was being completely selfish. I love you Seth and don’t you forget that.” I started to relax under her embrace. I haven’t seen this side of her since she and Sam were together. It was good to have her back though. “I love you too.”

I followed her gaze, she was staring up at the stars. “I want you to cry it all out, Seth. All of that heartbreak and sadness you have deep within you I want you to let it the fuck out. If you hold it in it’ll turn into anger then that anger will turn into bitterness. I’ll come back and check on you in the morning.”

I don’t want to be alone…

Leah’s footsteps started to become faint, I was left alone in my thoughts once again. I honestly didn’t want her to go. All I wanted for her to do was to hold me and tell me everything was going to be alright. I was stuck on ground zero like I was when my dad died, no one was there for me except (Y/N). She would probably hold me in her hands while whispering the things I wanted to hear. I wish you were here right now, maybe I wouldn’t be so angry at the world. 

“Fuck it!” I started to yell out in the night air. I threw punches in the nearby tree to try and let my anger out. I hit each syllable of the words in the tree. “Fuck you, Sam! And Fuck you too Paul!! I’m not scared of you!” “I don’t care what anyone does and says to me. I’m going to see her and no one is going to stop me.” I didn’t stop until the tree flew back by the force of my hits.

I shifted into my wolf and ran towards her scent. Brady and Colin were still on patrol however they were both on the other side of the forest. It would take them a while to catch up to me at the speed I was running at. A sinister laugh escaped from my lips. This power or maybe it was the adrenaline….no, this was most definitely power. It made me feel invincible, By no means this was me finally sticking up for myself, or how (Y/N) would say, this was me finally growing some balls.

Her scent was in the direction of the beach, oh how could I miss that scent. I followed the dominating scent but there was something a bit off with her scent. It was a mixture of something foreign. I gazed out to the beach scanning every person that was out there. It seemed like there was a party, there were so many teenagers out around the bonfire. I growled out as I watched you sit on a log with another guy’s hoodie on. His cheap polo cologne filled my nostrils. You were sitting there laughing at something that he said which probably wasn’t that funny. 

“Tch, I want to know what’s so funny.” Anger arose in my body causing my teeth and claws to sharpen. My breathing became irregular and there was a tight feeling in my chest. I tried to ignore it but the harder I breathe the more painful it becomes. I took a step forward and instantly collapsed on the ground. My wolf form quickly disappeared and there I was laying on the ground in the fetal position. I tried to crawl but my body felt numb. The only feeling I had was the tears falling from my eyes down my cheeks and onto the ground. I even tried to scream out your name but nothing came out but a gasping sound.

Was I dying?

I started to cry even harder, the thought of dying always freaked me out but the thought of leaving you with guilt made me feel even worse. The sobs were coming out more frequently than I anticipated. I didn’t have time to catch my breath or even think straight. Everything felt like it was closing on me. The air around me started to thin out making me feel dizzy. The pain in my chest starts to become more unbearable. 

“(Y/N) wait...I..I...can’t breathe!” I choked out the words barely having the strength to do it. My head started to pound from the lack of oxygen I was getting. My hearing was becoming undetectable. I felt my body go stiff and my eyes fluttered shut as well, everything became dark and warm. 

It took every bone and ounce of energy to draw a tiny heart near me. If (Y/N) found me like this then she would see the heart. She’ll know that I died loving her...right? Was I even dying or am I just being dramatic? I don’t know, I just want to embrace the warmness that surrounding me right now. 

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BASIC INSTINCT (Part 1 - A Spencer Reid Series)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: (Y/N) has recently joined the bau through non conventional and rather privileged means. Couple that with a dark and troubled past, all she really wants is a fresh start. What she didn’t predict getting in her way of that, was one Special Agent Dr Spencer Reid. She thinks it’s hopeless and he’ll hate her forever. That is, until she sees Dr Reid on a rather...unusual place.

A/n: I kinda can’t believe this is my first Spencer Reid/Criminal minds fic. I’ve been obsessed for so long but I never got the courage to post anything. Well, we’ll see how this one goes. I really do hope all of you enjoy this, since I’m planning to make it multi chapters and I’m too in love to abandon it! Forgive me for not giving y’all the smut right away but good things come to those who are patient! And also huge thanks to @imagining-in-the-margins for being such a wonderful human and helping me beta this first one. Shout out to all the lovely people in the discord for encouraging me enough to write this. And also for my sweet liv, bc if she didn’t like this I would def not have posted.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Word count: 2320

Rating: R-no actual hard smut. For now.

Content warning: 12+ years age gap, description of bdsm scenes and play, swear words, brief fingering

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Since the first day I stepped in the bau, I knew Dr.Spencer Reid would not like me one bit.

Call it a gut feeling, a hunch, or maybe my justified pessimism.

 I knew the moment my dad told me, fresh out of the academy and not even slightly experienced at 24 years old, that I ‘mysteriously’ got a generous offer for a job with one of the best teams the FBI had to offer, that I wasn’t going to be liked by a lot of people. Because it wasn’t a mystery how I got the position. It was actually really plain and simple, and could be boiled down to one word:

Nepotism

I didn’t ask for it; I didn’t want it (no matter how much I actually wanted the position, but by my earning it on my own merits), but I completely understood something like this was likely to happen. I knew it the moment I moved back home and decided that the only thing worthwhile I really wanted to do was join the FBI. My dad was a good guy who was just trying to help me, his intentions were just a little misguided. It happens.

What doesn’t ‘just’ happen is that my dad is the deputy director of the FBI. His helping me was ‘making calls’ and ‘pulling strings’, which instantly gives my peers every reason to doubt every achievement I have.

But I was completely ready for it.  

What I wasn’t ready for is for everyone on the team to be normal and so welcoming to me, like I was any other agent. It was everything I wanted.

Well, everyone did that except him. I couldn’t figure it out why, but from the first minute he turned those eyes towards me, looking me up and down but never quite reaching my eyes, I could feel the scrutiny under the stare. Almost like he was saying “Really? This is it?”.

But with a blink it was gone, and he turned away from me and put his attention to the book in his hand so fast I almost thought I imagined the whole thing.

But I knew, I knew I saw it. And I knew that even if I didn’t want it, my body and brain would spend days trying to make him acknowledge me again, to look me up and down again, to try and prove to him what I’ve been trying to prove to everyone:

I deserved to be there. I could earn it by myself. I just need the chance to do it.

And so, my journey to try to not only be useful but a valuable agent, someone he would have to notice began.

 And it was shit.

Everyone was so willing not only to teach me, but to listen to my input.

Luke always had my back, both of us being the newbies in the team. JJ and Tara were always open to listening to theories, doubts and rambling, besides being totally badass inspirations. Penelope always had a eager and friendly attitude that could comfort me immediately, and she welcomed me with open arms. Emily and Rossi were patient, while also pushing me to be so much better, and being the best mentors they could be.

None of them even seemed to have even a passing thought of giving me special treatment or harsher judgment. It was almost perfect.

If it wasn’t for Special Fucking Agent Doctor Reid. He wouldn’t even be an asshole towards me, oh no, It was much, much worse. He ignored me.

He was almost happy to pretend I didn’t even exist. Of course there were situations that he couldn’t avoid socializing, as minimal as it was, but it was like he was talking to a wall. He looked at me like he was surprised that I was even there. He wouldn’t acknowledge me unless he was made to. He wouldn’t even correct me when I was wrong. At this point I was sure that I could be screaming bloody murder at him and he wouldn’t take his eyes off whatever he was doing.

It was the most frustrating and irritating thing that has ever happened to me. It made my blood boil over. It made me cry with sorrow.

And I couldn’t even figure out why. I didn’t know what it was that made me crazy because Spencer Reid wouldn’t look my way.

So I did what every angry and frustrated normal young adult does.

I went to a sex dungeon to drink my mixed feelings away and watch BDSM scenes. Duh.

Even though I wasn’t going there to play, and I thought I would never be able to play again, it was still a safe place for me. A place where I could see people that once knew the real me and provided a place free of any judgement. People who didn’t know who I was outside of those walls, who thought of me as just another person in that safe and different little world.

It also helped that watching, as much as it wasn’t my preference before, was the only thing that could properly get me off these days. And after everything, I thought I still deserved the ability to enjoy some parts of it.

And so, after saying my goodbyes to Pen, JJ amd Emily, and finding flimsy excuses not to join them at the bar for Friday drinks, I hopped the elevator, wondering how long would it take me to get properly dressed and drive across town, and if I was going to be able to call more of my old friends.

But all my happy thoughts of getting to immerse myself on a world I still loved were immediately clouded when a hand stopped the elevator and went in with me. His hand.

Great, just the perfect ending to an shitty day. A awkward elevator ride with Spencer Reid. And as always, he didn’t bother to acknowledge me, even though it was just the two of us riding down.

I was trying so hard to be in a good mood; to ignore the shitty end to a shittier case and go somewhere where I could try to be happy. But I just had to be met with his silence, his awkwardness, his existence in general. I didn’t want to feel like that today. So before I could stop myself, I did something stupid

 “So, what are your plans for the weekend, Doctor?”

Stupid. Stupid, stupid. Like he would voluntarily participate in small talk with me, something he already didn’t like, with someone he didn’t even bother to not like.

 “I think I’m going to go to a party with a friend today.”

Now that took me by surprise. No short replies? No one syllable answers? He actually told me something out of his own free will? He engaged in small talk?!

 “O-oh? I didn’t know you were one for partying... like, at all. Which friend are you going with? Do I know him?”

Talk to me. Keep engaging in small talk, please.

 “You don’t really know me well enough to judge if I am one for partying or not, now, do you? And you definitely wouldn’t know her. I don’t only hang out with people on our team, contrary to popular belief.”

Well that was extremely uncalled for. And rude. I thought that it was the first time he ever referred to me as part of the team, but that was an small detail to analyze later.

 “No need to be defensive or rude, I was just asking.”

 “Well, don’t.”

He was back to having that stupid blank expression on his face, back to not dignifying me with a proper answer, and that just wouldn’t do, would it?

I had a response. I had an excellent, spectacular comeback to use, but before I could actually defend myself in any way, the elevator dinged open. He couldn’t get out fast enough.

It was infuriating. So I did the only reasonable thing:

I followed him to his car to give him a piece of my mind.

Because of those immensely long legs, he almost got there quick enough to drive away and avoid me, but I would not let my stubby short legs get in the way.

I got my hand in before he could close his door, much like he did with the elevator. He still refused to look up at me but, the cheer disbelief and confusion on his face was enough of a response. Can’t ignore me now, asshole.

“You know, the only reason I don’t know anything about you, is because you pretend like I don’t exist. So don’t be needlessly rude to me. It’s better to keep not saying anything at all.”

And there it was. It was just tip of the iceberg, but at least I acknowledged it. I could actually feel a smirk forming on my face.

“Remove your hand please.”

And he finally looked up at me. All the disbelief and annoyance on his face were gone, replaced by that utterly bored and blank stare.

I actually wanted to scream. How was this the same guy that couldn’t stop talking and rambling enthusiastically about any and everything to anyone, the same person who had a perfect smile and warmth on his eyes for everyone else. How.

It was too frustrating. So I stepped back, removing my hand from his car door and walking towards my own car. It was better to just let it end already so I can wallow in my humiliation over this failed attempt at confrontation.

It almost put me in a bad enough mood that I didn’t want to go to the ‘club,’ but I had already promised Amara, who was not only one of my best friends but also happened to be dating that particular BDSM dungeon’s Mistress. There was no getting out even if I wanted to.

 And I didn’t really want to.

 ****

 A hour and dress change later, I was ready to go. This was absolutely nothing like the old outfits I used to wear for this events, but then again, I wasn’t the same girl. Not entirely.

So I opted for a silky black dress with a cowl neck and the best heels I had. It was sexy enough for a night of normal clubbing, but rather tame for a night at a dungeon. It was exactly what I wanted. It was less likely in that type of dungeon for anybody to approach or proposition me if I didn’t look experienced and in my element.

Even if I secretly was.

So I got ready, took my time to properly breathe, and left everything that wasn’t this night or positive thoughts behind the locked door of the apartment. I could come back to them later.

Right now, I was going to be happy and have fun.

 *****

I was not having fun anymore. It was unfortunate, and I felt like somehow that this had to be the bad mood I was in from a particular encounter earlier. I just couldn’t find anything that excited me the way I wanted it to. I had made the rounds with Amara, and she had showed me all of the new rooms and new toys before every space got occupied with busy couples and groups.

It was beyond fun exploring before the spaces were being actually used, and imagining what each person would get out of those rooms. It was a pleasant and happy feeling.

But soon enough the dungeon got filled with more and more people, and each room was occupied and used. Most were open for all that wanted to watch, but each scene I passed failed to get my attention. It was especially more daunting and lonely when Amara left to put on a show with her girlfriend in the main room.

And as pretty and wonderful as they looked, I just didn’t feel like watching a couple as in love as Amara and Celeste performing tonight. It was just... a little too much for me. After everything, most loving was.

No, what I was looking for was not that. I was looking for the thing I used to crave. The thing that used to keep me going at all times of the day.

I was looking for fucking. Not couples making love, not couples having sex, not pet play, not elaborate scenes or people using toys so strange and complicated I couldn’t make out what was what.

I was looking for someone completely fucking dominating their partner.

It shouldn’t be impossible to find. Not on a Friday night, and not in a club this good.

And I did. I finally found it.

The dom had his back to the audience and the door with the little window I was watching through. He was turned toward his sub standing on the side while she spread her legs on the bed, her hands tied up to the headboard, showing her pussy to the audience along the wall. It was the perfect scene for me. In fact, too perfect.

She even looked a little like me, in fact. Same build, similar hair. It got me even more excited to watch this through. I took a deep breath and finally opened the door. Stepping in, I leaned against the door, having a direct view to the bed.

And god did I want to watch.

The dom still had his back to us,but I wasn’t watching him. Rather, I watched the girl’s cunt and how he was fingering it, not saying anything for her or us yet.

He has really nice hands.

Really, really nice. In fact I don’t think I’ve seen such nice hands since –

Not the time!

The girls face looked rather blissful, and I imagined three of those pretty and long fingers should be doing just the trick for her.

But then she did something that displeased him.

She moaned. Loudly.

The sound was immediately followed by a sharp slap in her face.

Fuck, that made me wet.

But before I could even entertain the idea of getting my hands inside my panties, the dom spoke.

He spoke in a voice I almost never heard directed towards me, but could pick out in any crowd.

He spoke in the voice of the man that made me so mad I almost didn’t come to the club in the first place.

“Are my fingers inside you too much? Cause I’ll fucking stop if you can’t obey and stay quiet.”

 And I froze. I froze and panicked and had to stop myself from screaming by bringing a hand up to my  mouth.

 Because that was Spencer Reid, in a BDSM dungeon, dominating a girl right in front of me.

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Carry On

Pairing : Sam x Reader, Platonic!Dean x Reader

Summary : One year after defeating Chuck, Sam and Dean are still hunting, but you’ve quit the life. When the boys take a vacation that quickly turns into a hunt, none of you expect it to change your lives forever.

Characters : Y/N, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, mentions of Bobby, Jody, Donna and the Girls

Word Count : 3.1k (I tried to keep it below 3k, but...😕)

Warnings : SPOILERS FOR 15X20, Angst, Feels, Fluff (it gets a little gross at the end), A Sprinkling of Pre-Smut, Pregnancy

A/N : This will keep the canon of the finale, and takes place during and after 15x20, but with an added reader insert. This was written as a sequel to “The Tie” but can be read as a stand-alone.

A/N 2 : This is my entry for @negans-lucille-tblr “6k Roll the Dice Challenge.” My prompt is “I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace,” which is bolded.

No Beta, all mistakes are my own.

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You pull another book down from the library wall; everything has been relatively quiet since Jack took over Heaven, Rowena has put a leash on the demons, the only monsters you and the boys had to worry about were run-of-the-mill, so to speak. Adjusting to this new life is easier than you thought it would be, using the last year to learn that without the necessity to hunt, you and Sam were finally free to live your own lives. After Chuck was rendered powerless, you decided to give up hunting for good. Sam won't, you know that, Sam and Dean had been hunting their whole lives, but you were thrust into the life.

You make your way back towards your shared room with Sam, twirling the small diamond ring on your finger, passing Dean’s along the way. You peer inside, glad to see that the once mass trove of empty beer and whiskey bottles were gone. Sure, there’s still a few bottles strewn throughout the room, but nothing like it was before. In the months following Cas’ death, Dean had been a shell of himself, drinking himself into an early grave. He never told you or Sam exactly how Cas summoned the empty, or why it took him along with Billie. Dean always kept himself bottled up, until he would explode, letting his grief out by way of yelling and screaming. Cas’ trench was usually hanging in the corner, but it wasn’t there now, Dean must’ve taken it with him. Dean was still in pain, that much was clear.

Sam and Dean are off at some pie fest, and you opted to stay behind. You waved the boys off, asking Dean to eat a pie just for you. Sam and Dean needed this; brother time. It was something that rarely happened since you joined them over five years ago, even before you were with Sam, you, Cas or Jack were always tagging along. You saw it as the perfect opportunity to take some time for yourself as well, figuring out where you and Sam would go from here. Sam talked about going back to school, finishing his degree and applying to Law School again, he even had you buy him books on LSAT prep. You talked at length about taking the next steps in your relationship, you couldn’t ever get legally married, but you starting planning a ceremony anyway. Before Chuck was gone, you were content to just be, never needing more, afraid that it would be ripped out from under you the minute you let your guard down.

As you settle into your and Sam’s bed, book in hand, you feel as the weight that’s been sitting on your chest has finally lifted, you can breathe. It's been years since you've been able to truly relax, and as much fun as a pie fest sounded, you wanted to stay at the bunker, taking comfort in your and Sam's shared room. They’d only been gone a few days, but you already missed Sam terribly, pathetic, you know. Never in your life would you have imagined wanting and needing someone like you did Sam. The next morning you wake up to a text from Sam. The brothers mini-vacation quickly turned into a vampire hunt, a nest John had hunted years ago. The boys could handle it, you know that much, it's a milk run compared to everything they've fought over the years. Be Safe, Love You. You responded and went on with your day.

Sam always keeps you in the loop when he and Dean go on a hunt without you, providing you with a source of comfort knowing that they’ve killed the bad guy or solved the mystery. But now, they’ve been silent for too long, a nest of Vamps shouldn’t take more than a few days, and you start to worry. You’re heading towards the garage, determined to track down Sam and Dean, and lay it on thick about how worried you were when they went silent. You’re about to open the door to the garage when it swings open and Sam’s long body fills the frame. It startles you at first, even causing Miracle to bark in surprise. You throw your arms around Sam, all anger gone now that he’s back home with you.

“Don’t ever do that again!” You scold Sam. “You know how much I hate it when you and Dean stop responding.” You want to be mad, but you’re so focused on the fact that Sam’s back home with you again, that nothing else seems to matter. “If you’re gonna keep hunting you have to keep me in the loop,” you mumble.

Sam’s body stiffens against your touch. It takes him a minute, but he reciprocates your hug, pulling you tight against him. You stand there, waiting for some smart remark from Dean, normally barking at the two of you to get a room, but there’s nothing but the echo of the Impala’s engine filling the air. You try to pull away from Sam, but his grip around you only tightens, this hunt must have been more difficult than he or Dean anticipated. Head pressed against Sam’s chest, you can hear his heart thumping loudly and rapidly. Dean would never let you and Sam hold on to each other as long as you have.

“Sammy?” You whisper, trying to pull away again. Sam’s grip finally loosens, but his hands don’t leave you as you take a small step back. Your eyes travel upwards, finally landing on Sam’s face, his eyes are bloodshot and puffy, almost as if he has been crying. “Sam? What’s wrong?”

Sam shakes his head as tears fill his eyes.

“Where’s Dean?” You ask as you watch Sam slowly break down. His head nods towards the Impala, and you pull away completely from Sam’s embrace.

You run towards the Impala as fast as your legs can carry you, a swing open the back door, hoping to see Dean’s shining emerald eyes. Tears blur your vision faster than you can comprehend what you’re seeing. Dean’s lifeless body lays in the back seat, all color drained from him. You scan him desperately, waiting for some kind of sign that this is all a cruel prank, that he and Sam were trying to get one over you for not coming with them on this hunt.

But, there’s nothing.

You scream out, falling to your knees, Dean was just as much your brother as he was Sam’s, he was your best friend, and now, he’s gone. Your cries fill the otherwise silent garage, he can’t be dead, not like this, not on some vampire hunt, something he’s done a hundred times before. Not when you know that he was looking to settle down, find some normalcy, or at least normal for him. He deserved to live, he didn’t deserve to die at the hands of a monster.

Dean wasn’t going to be there when you and Sam got married, when you told Sam about the baby you were carrying. God, how were you going to tell him that? Dean was going to help you surprise Sam, as soon as they came home, he was going to start dropping hints, see how long it took Sam to figure it out. But now, you stared at his body, tearing streaming down your face, you couldn’t stop crying if you wanted to. Sam’s strong arms wrap around you, holding you close to him, and you both sit on the floor, unable to do anything but mourn the loss of the elder Winchester.

Through your sobs, you can hear Sam trying to offer you some comfort, assuring you that he went down saving the victims. You could barely process anything he was saying, and if this is how you felt, you can’t even begin to imagine how he feels. Dean was the only real family that Sam had left, there had to be a way to get him back.

“No, baby,” Sam murmurs in your ear through his tears, “I promised him. No bringing him back.” You didn’t realize you had said it out loud. “He wants us to keep going, he wants us to live.”

Three days later you’re surrounded by all the family you’d gained through the boys. Jody, Donna, Claire, Bobby and Charlie plus too many people to keep track of. You and Sam had already given Dean his proper send-off, dividing his ashes between the graveyard where Mary and John were buried and keeping the rest for yourselves. Jody told the story of the first time she’d met the brothers over ten years ago and how she’d come to think of the boys as surrogate sons. Claire talked about the time she and Dean went mini-golfing and how offended he was when she didn’t understand his Caddyshack references. The bunker was full laughter, it was Dean told you he wanted all those years ago.

You and Sam couldn’t stay in the Bunker after that. You’d left it open to all hunters, you’d still come back occasionally, but it was no longer home. You and Sam packed up most of your and Dean’s things, fitting as much as you could into the Impala, knowing that the two rooms would always be off limits to future hunters. Sam nearly slides into the passenger seat when you leave, and you can see it hitting him all over again. Dean’s gone.

You drive around the country for a few weeks, unsure of where to make your new home. Neither of you ever had a real home before moving into the Bunker, and you were the only family you had left now. You settle in Sioux Falls, Jody and the girls were there, Donna was close enough, and if need be, you could be back in Lebanon in a matter of 5 hours.

You find a small house close to where Bobby’s used to be, it is still a salvage yard, but Bobby’s house is long gone. As the weeks pass you don’t know how much longer you can keep your pregnancy hidden from Sam. Every time you try to tell him, it feels wrong; you are both still grieving the loss of Dean, and Sam has fallen into a deep depression. You have Jody take you to your doctor appointments, and she scolds you for not telling Sam, but when she drops you at your new home, and sees the current state of Sam, she backs off.

At your next appointment, she laughs and cries with you when you learn that you were carrying a boy, Dean. When you first told Dean that you were pregnant, he immediately insisted that the newest Winchester should be named after him, “boy or girl!” He insisted, “I’m named after a Deanna.”

“I think the world only needs one Dean Winchester,” you retorted playfully. Now, it seems the perfect way to carry on Dean’s legacy.

When you leave the doctors, you finally realize how obvious it is that you’re pregnant, your stomach rounding out perfectly under your shirt. You’re almost insulted that Sam hasn’t noticed your ever-growing stomach and the extra pounds you’ve put on over the last month, but he hasn't been himself since Dean died. You hadn’t been intimate with him since you settled into your new house, and he spends most of his day sleeping or in a fugue-like state.

Jody insists on taking you shopping for baby supplies, and by the end you’ve got a shopping cart onesies, blankets, something called a diaper genie, and many other things you didn’t even know you needed. As you walk through the store an iron-on name display catches your eye, and you make your way towards it. The names are written in large cursive lettering, and you hope that you can find the right one. You nearly squeal when you do, and find a plain onesie to attach it to.

You’re glad that the baby store carries labeless bags, especially when Sam is up and about when you get home. He looks good today, he’s slightly sweaty, and you know that he left the house and went for a run. He greets you with a quick kiss, a sheen of sweat covering his face, and makes for your room. He eyes the bags in your hands, but doesn’t say anything, and a few minutes later you can hear the shower running. Thank God, you sigh and take the bags into an empty room, Miracle following closely behind you. You set the bags down in what will be baby Dean’s nursery, Jody’s right, you think, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.

You find the onesie and the iron-on decal, you place it in the center and carefully attach the decal. After letting it cool you tuck it into a small gift bag. You hear the shower turn off, and make your way back into your bedroom, placing the bag on your bedside table, waiting for Sam to exit the bathroom. You can’t help but stare at him appreciatively when he opens the door, a towel wrapped around his waist. You’re suddenly very aware of how long it's been since you’d been with him. Sam catches you eyeing him, and smirks, sending a jolt straight down to your core. You missed this, not just the sex, but how he takes charge with you, his domineering presence making you melt. He leans over you, and places a tender yet eager kiss on your lips.

You reach for the towel, letting it slide onto the floor as Sam deepens the kiss, and start to work him over in your hands. Sam groans at your touch, and starts to pull at your shirt, pulling his face away just long enough to rid you of it. Sam’s lips are back on yours just as quickly as they were gone. His hands palm at your breasts, and you moan into his hands reach into the overflowing cups, you really loved your pregnancy boobs, but your bras were doing very little to keep them in place. Sam’s hands travel to your back, and undos your bra, letting your breasts fall free. Sam finally opens his eyes when his hands land on your protruding stomach and takes a few steps back.

He quickly pulls on a pair of sweatpants as you pull your shirt back over your head, trying you best not to cry as he starts pacing the floor of your bedroom. You wait for him to say something, anything; you weren’t trying when you realized you were pregnant. You’d just gone off your birth control, and everyone told you it would take at least a few months for your body to get back to its natural cycle. You both knew it was possible but figured you’d have at least 6 months before really actively trying for a baby.

Sam’s face is almost unreadable; you can’t tell if he’s happy or mad, if he’ll tell you it’s too soon, that he’s not ready. He opens and closes his mouth multiple times, as if he can’t figure out what to say. If Dean were here, he’d probably knock him upside his head, telling him this exactly what he’s always wanted.

“How– why–” Sam stammers as you move to the edge of the bed. “Are you– You’re pregnant.” He says it almost as if it’s a question and you nod your head. “How long?” There’s almost an accusation in his voice, you’re sure it’s not intentional, but it doesn’t make you feel any better.

“18 weeks,” you murmur, trying to hold back your tears. “I wanted to tell you sooner, but it’s– it never seemed to be the right time. When you and Dean–” Sam winces at the mention of Dean’s name, you hadn’t said it out loud in almost a month, not since you left the Bunker. “I found out right before you left, I was going to tell you when you got back. But… after… I was afraid that you’d say it wasn’t the right time. That it was too soon.”

“It is too soon,” Sam mutters under his breath, you’re sure it’s not meant to be malicious, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. “You said it would take at least 6 months.”

“It’s different for everyone,” you offer, as Sam runs his hands through his hair, still pacing in front of you. “Please, Sam, can you sit down? You’re freaking me out.” Sam moves to the edge of the bed, and sits down next to you.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Sam whispers, eyeing your belly. “I don’t know how– I don’t know how to be a dad.”

“Yes, you do,” you grab his hand, and place it on your belly. “Dean taught you everything you would ever need to know.”

Sam smiles sadly, “I ever tell you about the night I left for Stanford?” You shake your head. “Dad and me, we got into this huge fight. So of course, Dean steps in– gets between us, attempts to calm us, but we were both just– just too fucking stubborn to listen.” He removes his hand, focusing down on them as he fidgets. “When dad said don’t come back, I called his bluff, and I was– I was so pissed at Dean, I thought he was taking Dad’s side, that I didn’t even say bye to him. I didn’t have it myself to go with grace. I walked away from him, the only family that I had, and I regretted it for years. I- I feel like he should be the one here, that- that we’re moving on too quickly.”

“Dean, he– he wouldn’t want you, us, to live like this, we owe it to him to keep fighting, to live our lives. I know how much you miss him,” a tear slips from Sam’s eye. “I miss him too, but you know what keeps me going everyday?” Sam shakes his head, and you take his hand in yours again, and place it back on the swell of your belly just as little Dean decides to kick for the first time. The smile on Sam’s face is instant, you can’t stop the happy tears from falling as Sam shifts in front of you, and lays his head on your swollen stomach. “Our son.”

Sam cries, truly cries for the first time since the day he brought home Dean’s body. You hold him against you, he’s been so pent up for the last 3 months, bottling up his emotions, he needs this, you both do. You’d been so focused on the baby growing inside of you never realized that you hadn’t realized that Sam had never come to terms with Dean’s death.

“It’s a boy?” Sam asks as his cries cease. “We’re having a son?”

“We’re having a son,” you nod, and hand Sam the gift bag still sitting on your bedside table.

Sam opens the bag, and you smile as he pulls out the green onesie, his eyes lighting up as he reads the lettering.

“You’re sure?” He questions.

“The world lost one Dean Winchester, let’s give it another.”

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 12/?

Word Count: 4.4k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your Name, A/N - Any Name (Your Best friend’s name)

God idk what i’m doing with this but i’m liking it lmao

next one might honestly be smut idk

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Description of Blood, Gets heated, hints at trauma, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Y/N walked through the streets of Gotham, which were once bustling with people, but now were quiet with the occasional hooker, she had caught the city as an unlively hour, where it seemed to sleep the night away while the vigilantes of the area watched it like their lives depended on it. In some ways it did, the stories they would tell when being interviewed were horrific sometimes, but Y/N figured a decent amount of it was for dramatization, to keep the people of Gotham off of the streets to protect them all from it.

The question was always protect them from what, and they never answered. So, it never kept the people of Gotham at bay from the streets at night, and had Y/N’s car not been towed, she would have been driving home in the safe, secluded area of her car, not the vast wilderness of the streets of Gotham.

She looked up at the sky to see one of the virgate boys using a grappling hook to fly to the other building, which was such a sight to behold for someone who never witnessed a superhero beyond Superman at home. She wished and longed to know more about the vigilante, but didn’t dwell or dote on that man, because she didn’t need to.

Something told her that he was watching though, tracing every step she made to make sure she got home in one piece. She thought she was crazy, her life didnt matter more than anyone else in Gotham. He’s not following me, why would he? she thought, Even though I’m dating Jason Todd, they probably don’t know Jason, so my life doesn’t mean much more to them than any one of the hookers along this street. I’m overthinking it.

The walk home took two hours, she left Jason’s at 4am just to find herself back home at 6am, bright and early as the sun rose, ready to greet the day and all it had in store for everyone. But the things it had in store for Y/N was a class and if she was lucky, cuddling with Jason. Nothing more, nothing less.

She would open her front door, unscathed from the journey home, except maybe for a few callouses on her feet, it was the last time she wouldn't pay for more than a day of parking, that’s for sure. Heels were not the shoes you wanted for a two-hour walk home in the Autumn cold, but they were what she had.

She thought about what she was going to do next, and the first thought she had was to shower. Not because she needed to, but because she wanted to nurse the terrible headache she had and to think some things through. What she normally did in the shower.

She wanted so much more from so much of her life. the main offender of seemingly not being enough for her was Jason. Not because she didn’t want more, but because she craved more from him. He was injured, so she wouldn’t get much more rom him for the time being, and it stung a little for her. She just wanted him, maybe sexually, maybe in a more romantic setting or maybe just on her couch on a Thursday afternoon. It was all three of those options and she knew it.

She pulled out of the shower and looked at the time, 6:50am. Okay, she thought, little more time than I wanted to spend in the shower, but I guess the universe had different plans for me today. What else do you have for me, universe? And how much of you plan involves Jason?

She would open her phone after quickly getting dressed. While she still cared for her appearance, she didn’t want to dress like she owned a law firm every day, so she didn’t. Just black jeans and a black top and she felt like a million bucks. 

Just some quick outfit inspo. I like doing these a lot. I think fashion is funky :))

Artemis had sent her a message asking where she was at around 4am, she wondered why the time, but she then remembered that Artemis’ boyfriend worked with Dick Grayson, who was Jason’s brother, who worked most nights until radical hours of the night. The chances that he saw her on her two-hour walk home was high, but the chances that that had also made it back to Jason was higher. She knew she was in for it.

Hey sorry, I was at Jason’s. Fell asleep in his arms the whole shebang. And yeah, that was me who screamed the yo momma joke at the press. It was super childish, I know, but I don’t care. Those fucks are sucking my life force out of me and harassing my boyfriend, even your boyfriend.

She would then look at the articles calling her a gold digger and worth-nothing childish insulter of the press. She laughed. If the press wanted a fight from her, she was more than willing to oblige and load the canons. 

She didn’t know how to fight back that well, since it was a mainly verbal fight, and she barely even knew how to  fight physically, hence all the running and non-confrontational arguments she had had to the press.

And like fucking clockwork, Jason texted her.

Did you walk home alone or are my brothers lying bastards?

I walked. I knew someone saw me, fuck.

Why did you walk home? I thought you drove here?

I did, but we spent more than 12 hours together Jason. I didn’t buy enough hours, suddenly my car was being towed.

You could have asked for a ride home from Alfred! He would have in a heartbeat.

I was going to! But  I got distracted and it all became a blur and suddenly I was part of the way home in the dark by myself!

What if you had gotten hurt?

Well, I saw one of the vigilantes of the city on the rooftops, I’m sure if I screamed they would have seen me. They always do see that stuff.

So, your car got towed huh?

Yeah, I don’t know when I’ll be able to pay it off. It’s not exactly like money my parents give me should go to my car getting towed because I got fucked over by seeing my boyfriend. 

You’ll figure it out. Sorry about the car, that’s got to suck fucking ass.

You think? I’m stuck taking the fuckin’ subway till I get my car back. I hate the subway, too many people. Far too many people. Too many eyes. It gets stressful really quickly. Might just walk every where honestly, I can’t deal with the eyes of strangers.

But you’re a C-list celebrity.

Internet is different. I can just block the bad eyes and move on with my life, you should see my block list now that some people are connecting my name to the girl who flipped off the press, thank god Twitter has a fuckin block feature.

You should really just meet my family so you don’t have to run away before they get home, would probably cause you a lot less financial stress, Y/N.

I’ll think about it.

You should think a little harder about it. I don’t want you to get your car impounded ‘cause you’re seeing me, why did you even park in pay-to-park?

Did you not see the massive mob trying to get to you? It was impossible for me to even try to pull into the driveway. Hence why I’m being insulted, you know, ‘cause I yelled at the press to get them to leave me alone. I fucking hate the press, you’re stabbed, severely injured last time they got information, and they’re harassing me, asking me what I like to do on the weekends.

Fucking vultures. Yeah, I’ve seen that. I’ve read the articles. But that’s the press for you, absolute trash and spitting bullshit in everyway.

Fucking hate the press, that’s for damn sure. Despise them. I won’t ever change that, even if, knock on wood, we break up.

Praying we don’t break up so I can see you lose your shit at the press when you’re bored.

She would get up to go make some coffee, since it was closer to 7:20am and if her roommate woke up, she could just tell her to get up anyway.

The press can suck my dick. she said.

You have a dick?

Oh yeah. Massive. 20ft long. It probably won’t even fit all the vultures.

Oh my god, that’s not as big as mine.

lmfao is it now?

Oh yeah.

Nice.

Anyway, my brothers are staying home from school today,  I think they’re making me play Resident Evil 8 with them? You know that game?

Of course. Everyone in that game is infinitely hot.

Are you bi? 

I don’t know. Haven't thought that far ahead to actually label myself. I just like people. Sometimes it’s men, sometimes it’s women. But you have to agree when you see them all. That game came out when I was still in  high school, so I’ve played the entire thing. My phone background is actually one of the characters.

Which one?

I’ll show you if I come over tonight.

My brothers might be in my room, though.

Okay, but, RE8 is an amazing game. So, worth it.

You won’t meet them normally but I pull out a game you love and you’re down?

I’m very easy to convince.

You still have notes to write when you come over though.

Oh yeah, I was probably going to have to come over both ways, just because I need those notes and you do too.

Do you not own a printer?

I barely even own a laptop, I’m waiting for my old one to come in the mail. 

How do you even manage?

With a whole lot of will and spite, anything is possible.

And that’s when her discord group chat @’ed her. She was on Do Not Disturb because she was Jason, and apparently they missed her.

Y/N! C’mere. One said.

Yes? Whatduhya want nerds?

We’ve decided to hold a fake internet wedding between you and Christopher. Another said.

A what.

We’re getting married!

Sometimes I wish I never left Metropolis and then I remember you fucks live there. Why are we doing this? You do know I have a boyfriend right? She asked them.

I don’t know, we’re bored and we miss you. We can have a bachelorette party in Gotham, if you want.

I’m this close to going back on DND.

The group chat was made way back when they had all first met in grade 9 and had been active ever since. They all had stayed in the city when they graduated though, but since Y/N received a scholarship, fully paid for, she took the opportunity and jumped.

They were some of her closest friends, even if they lived in a different city to her now, even if they were all busy with school, even if she was busy with school and a boyfriend, A lot of her life wouldn’t be complete without her crack friends in her hometown.

They had all ben partying like crazy while she was gone, and if she wasn’t so hung up in her own life, she’d probably be down there with them. 

Before you do, can you please explain why you’re screaming at the press, lmao.

Because fuck the press, dude. Why else? 

What did they do to you?

Have you seen the recent articles?

That’s true.

She laughed and finished her coffee. Jason had not responded yet, she assumed his brothers were either checking on him or they had started the game. It was around 8am when A/N finally left her room.

“I thought you were staying with Jason?”

“I was, but then I remembered he has like 9 siblings and I’m not about to meet them all. Then I walked home.”

“You walked?”

“Car got towed.”

“Fuck, can you afford the bill? I can’t.”

“Nope.”

“Guess we’re going to take the subway for a while, huh.”

She sighed and put her cup in the sink, “At least you don’t have school to go to and your lover comes to meet you, I have shit to do and places to be,” she frowned, “Inconvenient.”

“Could you borrow money from Jason’s dad?”

“I don’t borrow money from family, it’s hard enough for me to accept the money my parents send me.”

“I know it is, when’s your class?”

“3pm, I’ll be leaving at 12pm though, because the subway is unreliable.”

“This is going to be a hard hit for us.”

“Well, it’s not like it’s fucking your credit. Mine’s tanking.”

“You’ll pull through it.”

-------------------------------------------

She got onto the subway at 12:30pm. She really hated the way it was running. The people, the faces, the staring eyes of unwanted attention. People knew who she was and she hated it. She didn’t like the attention, she just liked the fucking with people. She wanted to get off the subway the minute she got on.

She eventually couldn’t take it and got off a few stops away, there was still a substantial walk towards the college, but she knew it would be. She even brought a leather jacket with her so that she could walk if she couldn’t take it anymore.

And there she was, in the busy streets of Gotham, walking to her college. Barely aware of the people who did stare at her, because she just kept walking, lost in her thought but aware of the people in her trail, the cross walks and the lights she was waiting for occasionally. She just kept walking until Artemis met up with her,

“Hey! I didn’t know you were walking to school today,” Artemis said.

“Oh! I didn’t want to, my car got towed though.”

“Your car got towed? That sucks so much. Well, we’re going the same way, so I’ve decided I’m going to walk with you, you get no say.”

“Of course. I was going to ask if you wanted to,” she laughed, “It’s more fun with a friend anyway, Art.”

“So, how are things with you and Jason, I’m legally obliged to ask as one of his friends.”

“Well, we made it official if that’s the kind of thing you want to hear,” she laughed again, “I’m sure it’s the answer Dick will eat up.”

“You’re right about that one. Dick’s a sucker for a romantic story, you should write one, since you write. He’d probably read it all.”

“Well, that would be fun, but I still don’t have my laptop.”

“You could use Jason’s?” Artemis suggested..

“Nah. It’ll be fine,” she said, “I’ll manage.”

“Aren’t you collecting notes for him for your psychology class?”

“I am, it’s not like he can go anywhere. I actually told him he’d need to walk eventually so that it’s not a learning curve when he’s healed.”

“That’s what all of us are telling him too, he’s a stubborn man, good luck with that one,” Artemis laughed, “He’s always been the stubborn friend. Worse than Will, actually, and Will is really bad with being stubborn.”

“It’s fine,” she laughed, “If you asked any of my Metropolis friends they’d say the same about me.”

“I bet you were quite the wild child in your heyday back in your city,” Artemis laughed, “I hate Metropolis.”

“Who doesn’t? It’s so crowded.”

“Uh, Clark doesn’t. He thrives there, no idea why, he grew up in Smallville. If anyone should be uncomfortable with Metropolis it should be the small-city country boy, but I guess it’s his thing.”

“I forget you know everyone.”

“We know a lot of people, are you’re slowly being let into our massive circle of very well-known people. Welcome to the group, I guess,” she laughed, “You'll either hate or love the fame that comes from this.”

“Well, if its paparazzi and press, I think I’ll hate it.”

“I can promise you right now that it’s not all paparazzi and press, we haven’t been bothered today, probably because we are on the move.”

“You shouldn’t say that, you’ll jinx it.”

“I know a lot about not jinxing it, but that’s a story for another time,” Y/N noticed that when Artemis said this her eyes glazed over and she looked upset.

“You don’t ever have to talk to me about something you’re not ready to talk about,” Y/N reassured her.

“Hey, the trauma makes me funny.”

“Two can play that game.”

They would ramble on for the rest of the walk to their college. Nothing really of substance, just getting to know each other further. She was glad she found a friend in Artemis, it would have sucked if the two of them didn’t get along, but with each word they exchanged, they had so much fun.

She even told Artemis about that time she played Katherine Howard in her school’s budget play of Six - The Musical. She was proud of the riffs she was able to do, but she didn’t talk about it often. She was never the type of brag about her achievements, no matter how amazing they were.

But Artemis and Y/N parted ways and Y/N went to her class and wrote the same, boring, scribbly and barely legible notes. She figured eventually she’d need nicer handwriting, but did she want to work on it? No.

When she finished, she saw Artemis and who she could only assume to be Wally, at Artemis’ class doors. She waved to Artemis, before Artemis called her over.

“Y/N! Hey, I would ask how class is, but this is Wally,” she gestured to the red-head boy beside her, and Y/N held out her hand to shake Wally’s.

“Hi, Wally.”

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you since Jason can’t shut up about you and my girlfriend likes you a lot.”

“Well that's sweet of you Artemis. You’re just so in love with me,” Y/N joked.

“Girl. You know it,” Artemis joked back.

“You two already have a close bond? That’s impressive,” Wally said, “Never seen anyone win over any of my friends this quickly,” he muttered.

They joked for a little while longer, just getting to know Wally before she had to go, she had to get to Jason’s.

The walk was a while away, so she went and sat on a park bench for a minute to check her phone, Jason had texted her.

Hey baby, are you coming over?

I am, yes. I actually just met Wally.

You met Wally and I wasn’t there to see it? C’mon.

Artemis introduced us! Go yell at her.

Oh. Never mind. I won’t do that.

Ha! Scared of her?

Maybe a little, she can be scary, okay?

You can’t tell but I’m laughing at you.

Dhmu.

That’s fine, I’ll just go hang out with Alfred and not you. He seems like he would be spiteful like me.

That’s unfair.

I thought you said don’t hit me up?

Fuck.

Checkmate.

I am upset.

No you’re not.

No I’m not.

She would walk down the street further, maybe within a couple steps to reach the Manor, when a man dragged her into an alleyway. She yelped.

“Uh, hello? Can I help you?” she asked, pretending she wasn’t terrified.

“How much would Bruce give me for you?” the attacker mumbled before he tried to knock her to the ground, but she had another plan.

He grabbed her, put his face close to hers, and she head-butted him, he would stumble back, and she started running to the Manor.

“Come here you fucking bitch!” he screamed. She could feel her nose bleeding as she ran and ran, the security saw her and pulled her into the gateway before drawing their guns and urging her to run to the steps of the Manor.

And she ran. The security at the door saw her and let her in, and yelled for Alfred.

“What is this nonsense, oh,” Alfred paused when he saw the blood running out of Y/N’s nose, “Miss Y/N, what happened to you?” he asked before grabbing her hand and pulling her into the entry-way bathroom and opening a first-aid kit.

“Okay so, what happened was I was walking to the Manor because my car got towed right? And this fucking bastard dude pops out from an alleyway and pulls me into it, asks some bullshit about how much Bruce would pay for me, when he grabbed me and tried to knock me down, when I head-butted him and started running,” she said, completely unphased.

Alfred didn’t respond to her and started to stop the bleeding when Bruce called for him, “In the entry-way bathroom, Master Wayne!” he answered.

Bruce came around the corner and saw Alfred was already tending to Y/N, “Well, this is the event where I meet my son’s girlfriend, when she is bleeding and running from a strange man in an alleyway.”

“Heh, sorry,” she said and outstretched her hand to shake his, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Bruce.”

“I can tell you’re going to be quite the addition to this household,” he said as he took her hand and shook it, “As long as you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“That’s good. I guess you can’t get mad at Jase for being a reckless man now.”

“I really can’t.”

“Alright, you should be good, Miss Y/N.”

“Thank you, Alfred. But you really didn’t have to.”

“I’ve been taking care of 5 boys and 3 girls since most of them were little, Miss Y/N. A little blood is really no big deal for me to handle.”

“That’s obvious.”

“You can go see the boys now, they’re going to ask you though,” Bruce said.

“I know.”

She walked to Jason’s room, hoping that he wouldn’t have all of his siblings in the room, he did though.

“Hey, Y/N- what the fuck happened to you?” Jason exclaimed when she opened the door.

“Oh great, all your siblings are here. Anyway, I guess,” she paused, taking in a big breath so she could run through the events quickly, “So I was walking here ‘cause my car got towed, right? When some fucking bastard man grabs me and yanks me into an alleyway and starts going off about how much Bruce will pay him to get me back or something,” she paused again, “And when he tried to knock me down by getting really close and personal to my face, like an idiot I should add, I head-butted him.”

“You did what?’

“I’m not done yet, met your dad when I actually had blood running out of my nose because that's just my fucking luck. Okay, now you can be disappointed in me,” she joked.

“I will say again, you did what?”

“Something stupid?” she said.

“You could say that again, my god, what went through your head?”

“Uh, nothing. Just survival. Fight or flight but I head-butted a man, and hi, everyone.”

“Hi, Y/N, I’m Dick,” Dick said, “You clearly are meant for Jason,” he joked, “That's something he would do.”

“Don’t encourage her, Dick!”

Stephanie got up and greeted her, “You know, Y/N, I always wanted a crazy sister,” she joked, “I’m Stephanie, the black-haired girl is Cass, and the red-head is Barbara.”

“Me too,” Cass hopped onto the joke.

“It’s something else when you meet the girl your brother is dating after she head-butted a man, apparently,” Y/N laughed, “I know it’s far-fetched-”

“Not really,” Tim cut her off, “You know Jason protected Will when they were attacked?”

“That’s Tim, by the way,” Dick said.

“So you can’t yell at me for head-butting a man!” Y/N joked at Jason while going to sit beside him, he slinged an arm around her shoulder and leant his head into her head.

“Well, you seem like a nice enough girl,” Barbara said, “Take away the reckless behavior, and you are lovely.”

“That is valid, to be honest. Not exactly the way you want to meet your brother’s girlfriend.”

“You think?” Jason asked, sarcastically.

“Ha ha.”

“See, she thinks I’m funny, why can’t you fucks?”

Y/N laughed and then asked Dick, who was playing RE8 at the time, staring at the photo of Donna Bentiveno, “She’s cute, isn’t she, Dick?”

“Have I been staring?”

“Let’s just say Angie is probably very pissed at you.”

“Oh! Whoops. There’s a point to this, I forgot.”

“I don’t blame you, I remember forgetting there was a point and the little bitch devil doll would attack you.”

“Language.”

“Oh no, you’re lame. Gross.”

“Excuse me?” Dick asked as the rest of the room erupted in laughter.

“Do you guys see why I like her now?” Jason asked.

“Uh no, she’s mean,” Dick said.

“You’re going to die if you don’t start paying attention, Dick,” Y/N said.

“Oh!” and he died.

“And that kids, is why we listen to the person who’s 100%’ed the game.”

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Y/N and Jason would spend hours with his brothers and sisters until the sun started to set and they all scattered to their own rooms to  do their own things. you can’t keep a lot of kids in one room for so long.

Once everyone left, Y/N placed her hands on Jason and kissed him, she was actually able to be laid on his pillow, he was able to pin her to the bed. And they did just that. He was on top of her, using his one arm to prop himself up and using his other hand to touch her face.

Her hands found their way into his hair like they always did, she found a lot of joy in playing with his hair. Their tongues danced together, they never fought or anything, they just enjoyed each other when Jason let out a small moan and she let out a small laugh.

“Keep it in your pants, Tiger,” she joked, “You’re not fully healed.”

“You literally smashed your face into another man but I can’t moan when I kiss you?”

“Because I know you want more.”

“Hell yeah I do,” he said as he went back for more, actually using his strength to keep her to the bed, but she didn’t protest this time.

[firefly464]

The Gilded Cage - Chapter 9

hehe i’m very excited :) also thank you pami for doing write time with me that was super poggers and awesome you’re so cool 

Written in collaboration with @pamiiap​​ :D Thank you @tea-with-veth​ for beta reading, and editing :D

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Three days. That’s how long Eret stayed with the computer. Three days of nothing but staring at the same screen, desperately trying to test out different commands to see what would work. Three days of sitting in a dark, cold room, with nothing to keep him warm. 

Over the past three days, Eret had barely slept. 

He’d lingered there for hours, the clicking of the keyboard and flashing of the screen filling his senses. All he could think about was this could be his way home. A way to end this and leave it all behind. Maybe he could wake up and it would all be a dream. 

A dream.

Dream.

Dream was his friend. Dream was…

Dream was.

After hours of clawing at the keys for an escape, he hesitated for a moment. He curled his hands into fists and relaxed them, trying to release the tension he had. 

Instead of typing commands, he typed:

Why?

If anyone is reading, send me something

A sign, preferably

Tell me I’m not alone

Give me something

Anything

The shaking in his hands slowed, the edges of his vision melted away. He watched as his world faded into darkness.

~~~

“Hey, chat!” He says, on impulse. “How’s it been? Feels like forever.”

“Sorry for the long hiatus, life’s been throwing curveballs at me.” He continues.

Don’t worry!

You’re fine!

Its okay :D

“I hope you guys have been alright. Don’t know what we’ll be doing with this stream so I’m going to start a little poll in the chat here…”

Time melts away as he talks to his stream, he knows that. That’s how streams usually go. It happens in a blur, the eyes of thousands of people aren’t on him anymore. The stream has ended.

He falls into nothingness.

~~~

Journal Entry #1

I found the Console, still can’t get back home yet though. I’m still unsure on how it works, but I know, I know, that I can get home. It’s kind of like a command block, you can input code but it needs some sort of activation key to trigger it. Haven’t found that yet.

I’ll update this as I find more information.

Journal Entry #2

Text commands seem to work, more extreme commands need the trigger. I really should make some sort of command list, that might help. 

Journal Entry #3

I’ve made a list on a separate paper. I’m running out of space.

Journal Entry #6

What could the trigger be? I need to find it.

Journal Entry #8

I haven’t slept in three days. I need to head back.

Journal Entry #9

Nothing new as of the moment. I’m going to start working on a trigger to activate this thing.

Journal Entry #10

I wonder if I could undo whatever Dream did to everyone’s memories? I wonder if I could make it so that they didn’t hate me anymore. 

Journal Entry #13

I can’t sleep. 

Journal Entry #15

Going home back again. Bad’ll still have muffins, I hope. (If George didn’t eat them already)

Journal Entry #16

George ate my muffins. Prick >:(

Journal Entry #17

Packing for another trip to the Console today. Bad made extra muffins to compensate for the atrocity that happened yesterday. (Sidenote: George had his muffin privileges removed for a day)

Journal Entry #20

Bad’s worried. I wouldn’t blame him. I don’t think I can blame myself either. I have to get home.

Journal Entry #24

I’m here. Glad no-one’s tampered with my list. I’ve been gathering some redstone supplies to try and make a prototype trigger.

Journal Entry #27

I’ve tried several combinations of levers and buttons and redstone but nothing seems to activate it. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.

Journal Entry #28

Nothing’s working.

Journal Entry #30

Can’t sleep again.

Journal Entry #32

I don’t think I’ve eaten. 

Journal Entry #33

I have to go ho back. I need to be more careful, George and Bad are getting worried. I don’t want them to be worried about me. They don’t even know me.

Journal Entry #34

Do I even know them?

Journal Entry #37

I won’t go to the Console for a couple of days. That might calm them down.

The weather’s getting warmer actually. I think spring might be almost here. Not sure if seasons might not work the same.

Journal Entry #38

George says it’s already mid-spring. I didn’t realize I’d been here for so long

Journal Entry #???

I want to go home. 

~~~

Eret closed the small book with a sigh. Ever since he had found the console several months ago, he had tried to do his best to keep a record of what he found. 

However, the journal had quickly turned into a place for him to pour his emotions, rather than document his findings. All of his actual records were with the console itself, where he could better keep track of them. 

He placed the small book in his bag, before swinging it over his shoulders. He needed to go back. Even if everything about the small, dark room made him want to scream, it was his only hope. His only way of potentially returning home. 

Gently, he pushed back the small curtain that separated his room from the rest of the community house. Even after several months of staying here, he still hadn’t bothered to make an actual room. After all, it wasn’t like he had a ton of free time. 

Almost all of his time was spent either at the console, or digging out tunnels underneath L’manberg. God, he hated those tunnels. 

As he gently stepped out into the main room, he quickly glanced around, checking to see if the coast was clear. 

It wasn’t as if he didn’t trust Bad or George, in fact it was quite the opposite. He just… He hated making them worry. He knew how much his frequent visits bothered both of them, and so lately he had begun trying to quietly slip away. 

He was almost at the front door of the community house, when a voice called out to him. 

“Eret?”

He froze. 

Shit. 

Maybe, if he kept walking, whoever it was would just… let him go. Maybe he could pretend like he didn’t hear them, and he could just move on with his day. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to figure out the best course of action. 

“Eret? Are you alright?” 

Fuck. 

He slowly turned around, trying his best not to grimace when he saw Bad standing at one of the other doors. 

“Hey…” The word sounded forced, even to him. “Uh, I was just… um…” 

Bad’s face fell ever so slightly as he noticed the small bag slung across Eret’s back. 

“Are you going to the forest again?” Eret tried his best to ignore the way that Bad’s voice was tinged with a slight disappointment. It would only make him feel guilty. 

“Uh, yeah…” 

“Were you just going to leave again? Without telling anyone?” Although there was no accusation in his tone, the words still cut deep, acting as a harsh reminder of his own actions. 

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, trying to dispel some of the nervous energy that was swirling around him. “I didn’t want to worry you guys anymore… I left a note upstairs though, I swear!” 

That was a lie. There was no note, there never was a note. But if claiming that there was helped to ease Bad’s worries, then that was what he was going to do. 

He could tell that Bad didn’t believe him. Although his friend would never actually call him out on it, he could still tell from the way his shoulders slumped ever so slightly, or the small frown that crossed his face. 

“Ok… Well, before you head out again, me and George were hoping to give you something,” Bad’s voice was filled with a forced cheerfulness, complete with a matching smile. 

Eret’s head shot up in disbelief. What on earth did they possibly have to give him? They had already done so much to help him, what more could there possibly be? 

Tendrils of guilt began to worm their way through Eret’s mind, reminding him of all the ways his friends had helped him over the past months, and all the ways he had failed to return their kindness. How was he supposed to accept yet another gift? 

“I really don’t need anything, you guys have already done enough for me,” he protested, knowing full well that nothing he could say would actually dissuade Bad. 

“Nonsense, this is something that we wanted to do for you. Hold on, I’ll go get George. Don’t go anywhere!” he cried out, already rushing out of the building. 

Eret let out a long sigh at the final sentence. Of course Bad didn’t trust him to not run off. 

Why would he?

~~~

Despite every instinct in his body that was telling him to run, Eret found himself rooted to the spot where he stood. When Bad returned nearly 10 minutes later with George behind him, he had hardly moved. 

“So… What exactly is going on?” Even to his own ears, his voice sounded forced and strained. 

“Well, George and I were talking,” Bad started, already rummaging through one of the many chests that lined the walls, “and we realized that you’re going to be king soon, right?” 

Eret couldn’t help but flinch at the reminder. To him, the title of king was nothing more than a reminder of what he had lost. A reminder of the pain he had caused for his friends. A reminder of the pain that he would continue to cause. 

But still, he couldn’t let his own reluctance show. If he remembered correctly, becoming king had meant a lot to his alter-ego. Hell, he had gone so far as to betray his friends, just so that he could secure the crown. 

And so he forced a smile onto his face, doing his best to swallow the bitter taste in his mouth. “I mean, yeah. I’m pretty sure it’s not going to happen for a while, but… yeah that was the idea. Why?” 

Bad’s grin grew wider, his face alight with barely contained excitement as he continued searching through different chests. Even George, who rarely showed any outward excitement around Eret, had a small smile on his face. 

“You’ll see, it’s a surprise. I just gotta find it first” 

“I uh, I think it's hanging up downstairs,” George interjected, already moving towards the stairs, “I can go grab it, hold on.” 

He was gone only for a few moments before he emerged at the top of the staircase, holding something behind his back, hidden from Eret’s line of sight. “Do you wanna explain what it is?” He asked, his question clearly directed at Bad. 

Bad nodded, then turned back to Eret, pride showing in his eyes. “Well, we wanted to get you something nice for your coronation. I know it probably isn’t going to be for a while, but you’ve seemed really stressed lately, and we wanted to do something nice for you!” 

George grinned, revealing a long, extravagant coat from behind his back. “Sapnap and Punz helped out with collecting dyes as well.” 

The silk coat was a deep shade of crimson, embellished with gold accents. It felt nice to touch but it was also durable. The inside of the coat was lined with an insulating fur that pokes over the collar, making the inside of it warm. 

He glanced up at both George and Bad, his brow furrowed in slight confusion. “Wait… Wait is this… What?” 

“It’s a coat! I know it gets cold at night so we made you this. Not to mention, a king should look the part.”

Tears started to form in his eyes, threatening to spill over as he gently took the coat. “Thank you” He forced out, unsure of what else he was supposed to say. 

“Go on then,” George said. “Put it on!”

Slowly, he took off the tattered L’manburg uniform, bloodied and stained with dirt, and put on the new coat. It felt… different. But, a good different. 

“Thank you.”

~~~

Several days had passed since Eret had last left the community house. Several days since George and Bad had gifted him the red coat. 

George could tell that their friend's absence was starting to chip away at Bad, his worry festering underneath his skin. By the third day, George had had enough. 

He quickly packed two bags, complete with everything that they would need for a long journey. He might not have known where exactly their friend had gone, but they knew the general direction. That would have to be enough. 

“Hey Bad!” He called out, his friend quickly coming down the stairs of the community house. 

“Whats up?” 

“Come on, we’re gonna go look for him.” 

~~~

Neither of them had any idea what they were looking for, all they knew was that it was somewhere in the eastern dark oak forest. They had spent nearly a week searching every nook and cranny of the woods, never finding any trace of their friend. 

That is, until they stumbled across a pathway. The dirt had been worn down, leaving a trail that they could follow.

The path had led to a small clearing, with a dark building in the center. 

Both George and Bad had recognized the strange material almost instantly. Bedrock. Eret had somehow found a building made of bedrock.

What the hell. 

The area surrounding the building was devoid of any human life, the only exception being a lone horse that was sleeping in the warm sun. 

“Well, I think we found him…” Bad’s voice was filled with concern. 

As they stepped into the strange building, they saw the room completely empty except for a machine in the middle. And unconscious at the desk, was…

“Eret?!”

~~~

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pairing: kuroo x gn!reader

genre: angst, rich kid!au

warnings: sad kuroo

word count:1181

prompt: a3. “i don’t need you to succeed” 

a/n: (1) i’m sorry this was an angst please don’t hate me I FELT SO HORRIBLE AFTER YOU SENT AN ASK TELLING ME HOW YOU HOPED KUROO WASN’T ANGST 😭 (2)  there’s a hamilton reference in there so if y’all catch that ily. (3) the hecatoncheires is a creature from greek mythology with 100 hands, don’t ask me how to pronounce it (4) THANK YOU KAT FOR BETA READING <3

kuroo wasn’t afraid of much, yet something about the dark chilled him to the bone. until now he’d been able to convince himself that his fears probably stemmed from some sort of childhood trauma. maybe it was because of that old oak tree outside his window that looked eerily similar to the hecatoncheires. or the fact that he’d watched one too many horror movies past sundown. though plausible options, both were very much incorrect. 

blindly he searches for his phone hidden among the sea of pillows. once in his grasp, the sickeningly bright screen tells him it’s 2:30am. right on time.

today marks the 365th night in which his slumber had become plagued with nightmares. each dream was always different, yet they all ended the exact same way, waking him at the exact same time. it was the cruel way his mind reminded him of his past mistakes.

removing himself from the warmth of his blankets, he makes his way through the empty halls towards his study. it’s become a sort of routine for him, writing down each nightmare just as he remembered them. he hoped that maybe by compartmentalizing his feelings, he’d be able to understand what triggered the onset of nightmares.

but tonight he decides to try something different. once seated at his desk, pen in hand, his hand begins to race across the page.

to my dearest, y/n

did you notice where i placed the comma? i’m sure you would. after all, you were always the one that said the placement of a comma can change the entire meaning of a sentence.

it feels unsettling, writing to you like this. i guess it’s because i haven’t really gotten over the fact that you’re no longer with me. but if i remember correctly (who am i trying to kid, i would never forget this), you were always a sucker for these type of things - sappy love letters that is.

so that’s what this is i guess. my last love letter to you.

where do i begin? “from the beginning” you’d probably say. i miss your sarcasm. 

if i’m being honest, i wasn’t too fond of the idea of meeting you, but i’m sure you felt the same.  after all, who wants to get stuck in a business marriage, especially in this day and age? plus meeting your future partner in the spring, how cliché. 

thank god my friends were at that dinner though, right? youth these days really know how to lighten up the atmosphere. at least them being there gave me the chance to tell you my nifty chemistry joke. do you remember how it went? i’ll tell you again anyways: why did carbon marry hydrogen? they bonded well from the minute they met. don’t think i didn’t see you try not to choke on your water.

i consider our second meeting our first date. i went in with the expectation that it would be purely business talk and it’d be over within the hour. but then you showed up all out of breath in a casual outfit, hair stuck to your sweaty forehead from the summer heat. from a ways away i could see your caretakers, in a panic trying to catch up to you. you pointed into the distance, trying to distract my bodyguard and despite being a trained professional, they fell for it. how thrilling it was to run through the busy streets of tokyo with you, escaping our obligations even if it was only for a few hours.

even to this day i’m not sure if you meant to drag me along because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings or because you wanted me by your side. whatever the reason, i’m glad you did because that was probably the most fun i had in awhile. i missed feeling like i had the freedom to do anything i wanted. it can get tiresome, you know? acting like the perfect child. who am i kidding, you know that better than anyone.

our relationship only spiraled from then on, and soon enough the leaves began to change colour. everyday you showed me a new way to live my life, and so it didn’t take me long to figure out that i’d fallen for you. i can’t tell you how happy i was when you agreed to marry me on your own accord. i’ll admit the way i asked you was kind of cheesy, but can you blame a guy? you were the hydrogen to my carbon. a relationship formed out of obligation, only to become something so much more meaningful. we were made to last.

you know, i’ve been having nightmares since you left. i’ve tried to tell myself it’s just a phase, that eventually things will go back to normal. but after 365 days i think i can finally admit that i hate the night not because i’m afraid of the dark but because it leaves me vulnerable and exposed to my own demons. 

my nightmares start out different but they always end in the same way. all i can see is your figure, walking into the distance. no matter how hard i run, how loud i scream, you never look back. but today was different. i wanted to wake up so bad, i couldn’t live through this scene. not again. 

this time you did turn back, the words you spoke held so much resentment and anger, “i don’t need you to succeed”. your eyes burned with so much hatred, it was probably enough to melt the snow. my heart is still aching as i write this. it was exactly like the day you left me.

i’m sorry i lashed out at you when you said you wanted to be a writer. you were always the more optimistic one between us, and i was always jealous of you for that. when you suggested we pack up and leave - that we start anew and do the things we really wanted to do, i wanted to. i swear. 

you were right to call me a coward. i was scared of leaving the life that was so meticulously planned out for me. i thought i owed it to my parents to inherit their company, to carry on the family legacy. i thought i could provide you with the best life possible if i did everything they told me. i was afraid that if i took that leap of faith only to fall flat on my face, you’d leave me. funny how things work out. truth is, all i needed was you by my side.

you know i attended your book signing yesterday. you looked so happy, chatting with your fans about your newest release. i don’t think you saw me, and even if you did, you probably pretended not to recognize me. after seeing you yesterday, i realized something.

y/n, you were wrong to say you didn’t need me. i like to think that i created that fire within you by calling your dreams childish.

and it’s going to haunt me forever. 

forever yours, kuroo

[manicdragondreamgirl]

I haven’t had chemistry since like 2008, and I’m also an idiot who likes to make my friends upset, so I rated the periodic table in order to tilt my friends:

Hydrogen - this is like your childhood friend who has always been with you more or less and always will be down to get a drink and chill even tho you haven’t spoken in years. Solid bro imo 7.5/10

Helium - always down for a good time, even if probably created Alvin and the Chipmunks which in some places is considered a war crime. 4/10

Lithium - Gives me bitchy vibes and is flammable as fuck if I remember. Skinny bitch with an attitude 3/10

Beryllium - idk this sounds like a sailor moon villain lol for that it can have a 6/10

Boron - more like BORONG amirite ha ha wait no seriously I have no idea lol 5/10 clean neutral rating

Carbon - *screaming* 2/10 I will not be taking questions

Nitrogen - cool cool cool tight tight tight 9/10 Nitrogen just is the cool hot chick you wish you were

Oxygen - kid who takes up all the glory for the group project even tho you did all the work, 4/10 for natural charisma

Fluorine - lol what are you knockoff chlorine lmfao bitch 3/10 reminds me of the dentist

Neon - I can vibe with this boy for his contributions to signs which cause my eyes to scream 8/10 modernized Art Deco thanks you

Sodium - 10/10 this is me and I won’t be taking questions next element

Magnesium - magnesium is a close relative of magnificent and therefore I think the case is closed folks 9/10

Aluminum - 10/10 for providing a home to my Diet Coke addiction I’d be dead without you

Silicon - 6.9/10 :smirk:

Phosphorous - This has a very soundly name and it’s welcome to do that but idk, not a fan, seems like he’d be smelly, 2/10

Sulfur - 1/10 pretty sure that dog farts are purely comprised of this and as such if I was leaving negative ratings I would

Chlorine - 7.8/10 for being in pools so we could swim without brain eating amoeba in the south you a champ

Argon - he seems like a nerd jk this guy has a good color 9/10 for just being himself

Potassium - I hate bananas and this word gives me the physical sensation of biting into one but only by thinking of abstract letters and making them into something which we can nutrientise from bananas and to me that shit is bananas, b a n a n a s — 3/10 for making me sing hollaback girl thru adhd word association

Calcium - hm my brain went to mega milk so you get a 2/10 today bud I don’t make the rules

Scandium - pretty sure this is fake lol what’s next faxdium, e-Mailite and copinium? 5/10

Titanium - this song’s a banger and also is the only thing that lets me wear earrings 10/10

Vanadium - if your erection lasts for longer than like idk it’s supposed to then don’t take vanadium wait what do you mean it’s not an ED treatment 4/10

Chromium - decent bloke shame the browser eats all your memory 5/10

Manganese - if a weeb tries to tell me how to pronounce mayonnaise one more time... 1/10

Iron - excellent tool against the fey, in your blood, what a bro, 10/10 this bitch slaps

Cobalt - has a powerful energy; I respect him. 8/10

Nickel - if I had a nickel for every time someone made this joke lol 5/10 he’s doing his best

Copper - taste bad 3/10

Zinc - isn’t that the dude in the green tunic and white tights who saves premcess Lelda or something lol 7/10 those games are good

Gallium - seems like a prick 4/10

Germanium - sounds like a child pronouncing geraniums which are superior 3/10

Arsenic - bad vibes coach 1/10

Selenium - isn’t this just sailor moon lol 10/10 love this bitch

Bromine - farmine wherever you aremine - 9/10 I love a good bro

Krypton - he’s okay I guess 5/10

Rubidium - yet another Steven universe villain who will be redeemed I imagine 4/10 seems a bit dull

Strontium - I feel nothing when I see this lad’s name and that seems like a shame 1/10 I don’t like it

Yttrium - this is an atrium in Yharnam, or something 8/10 would love to sit in one and make contact with higher beings

Zirconium - oh wait THIS is the sailor moon villain from the dead moon circus! 9/10 I enjoyed that arc

Niobium - seems sassy, I like that in an element 7/10

Molybdenum - I hate this one, rancid. 1/10 for making me have flashbacks to difficult Ancient Greek vocabulary there is no fucking way that sound combination is anything but Beta and Delta borking and then Latin being like oh imma steal that

Technetium - 6/10 decent name but seems a bit forced

Ruthenium - 5/10 kindly old lady element I guess lol

Rhodium - 10/10 this ain’t my first rhodium babee this lad has good vibes what a name what a king

Palladium - 10/10 for making me think of paladins

Silver - 12/10 I’m breaking the rules for this silver is the best it is so cool and also it is the other best tool for dealing with supernatural creatures when iron has failed you highly suggest Even if I am extremely allergic to it going into my ears...wait hold on

Cadmium - 2/10 sounds like a total douche

Indium - 8/10, i just think it’s independent and neat

Tin - 10/10 good ear sounds when involving rain and roof shapes and automatically reminds me of Nora Jones’s come away with me album which is also 10/10

Antimony - 7/10 decent protagonist good name all around seems rad

Tellurium - tell ur mom what? That’s so early 2010s league of legends humor bro 2.5/10

Iodine - strikes fear in my soul from having it poured on my wounds but this is why I have more pain tolerance than god 5.3/10

Xenon - I think this is a declension of Xena warrior princess which is a win in my eyes, 8/10

Caesium - kind of has a cunty Latin name, 4.5/10

Barium - yeah boss, bury’im! 7.5/10 I love a good mobster gag

Lanthanum - A bit pretentious on the Tolkien spectrum sorry bud 3/10 sounds like you’d be the dickwad elf everyone hates

Cerium - 6.5/10 I like this one, gives me a clean vibe

Praseodymium - the fuck who sneezed all their alphabet soup onto the paperwork and called it an element Christ we can’t keep doing this 1.5/10

Neodymium - oh my god what did I just say 1/10

Promethium - thank Christ we’re back to greek 9/10 Prometheus was a Chad I could get behind

Samarium - 5/10 gives me boring wizard vibes

Europium - 4.5/10 don’t rename opium chrissake can’t take these nerds anywhere

Gadolinium - 5/10 it’s a starship knockoff but it’s trying to be bold with the G sound

Terbium - 2/10 I don’t vibe with this one

Dysprosium - sounds like an antidepressant that has a lot of shitty side effects 3/10

Holmium - sounds like someone anxious asking their beloved to hold them 8/10 I like hurt/comfort fics

Erbium - you can’t just describe something as herby you daft bastard 2/10

Thulium - sounds like a spell I like it 8.5/10

Ytterbium - macguffin in a shite sci-fi show that gets highly overrated because BBC produced it and superwholock stans emerge and go utterly feral 1/10

Lutetium - bards are an element I agree 10/10

Hafnium - sounds like a river (my dog) sound and has a cute vibe, I’d offer it head pats 7/10

Tantalum - noooo you can’t be sad yuor so sexe haha 6.9/10 tantalizing

Tungsten - 10/10 this is a lad with history

Rhenium - 5.5/10 it’s ok

Osmium - 4/10 I wasn’t a big wizard of oz fan

Iridium - 9/10 sounds like iridescent and that’s in my top 10 favorite words and concepts

Platinum - 10/10 best Pokémon game

Gold - 7.9/10 all that glitters and all but it’s still pretty on some people, silver is better tho

Mercury - yikes 8/10 so it doesn’t kill me

Thallium - sounds like the brother character in a ps4 exclusive western rpg that oddly falls under the radar in terms of reviews and gets shafted at awards for no reason 7/10 I’ll support you tho

Lead - 2/10 that’s gonna be a no from me dawg pretty sure I still have lead in my hands from stabbing myself with my mechanical pencils

Bismuth - 6/10 sounds good in mouth and reminds me of biscuits for some reason, I’ll take it

Polonium - to thine own self be true so stop trying to act like the arts don’t influence science jk pretty sure this is named for Poland but hey that’s where we get the Witcher so you get a pass 6/10

Astatine - 1/10 I don’t even know what you are

Radon - 7/10 this motherfucker knows his shit and how to party, rad is right

Francium - I bring you francium...and I bring you myrdurdium... 7/10 for a good vine

Radium - killed the video star probably 9/10 I can get behind her

Actinium - as opposed to passtinium I prefer actinium in the voice of writing 8/10

Thorium - overrated Norse god 5/10 because lightning is still cool

Protactinum - sounds like some pretentious condom brand 4/10 wouldn’t do it with a dude who bought these

Uranium - I always thought she was a hot sailor scout 10/10

Neptunium - same for her I knew they weren’t cousins you couldn’t lie to me 4kids 10/10

Plutonium - sounds like a macguffin unfortunately 5/10

Americium - I read this with a pivotal letter missing and nearly died, 7/10 for the laugh

Curium - 10/10 gives me Curie vibes and also reminds me of curiosity which reminds me of—[old yellered before the association could set in]

Berkelium - what I shout when I want Burke (fam dog) to slaughter innocents and raze territories 2/10 world was not meant to know his commands

Californium - 1/10 California is cool with geography but probs could stand to chill with the ego sorry to my friends in Cali

Einsteinium - 6/10 it’s alright but we’re really running out of ideas huh

Fermium - 3/10 this one is porny

Mendelevium - 1/10 my brain didn’t like parsing this and I stand by my earlier statement of running out of good names

Nobelium - 0/10 you didn’t name any noble gases this cowards this gas can’t be a noble oh wait it’s NOBEL I take it back 5/10 seems an alright chap

Lawrencium - fear the old blood my sorry dead hunter’s ass I’ll never get back my life from the hours I spent trying to beat this lava shitting bastard 2/10 for being a boss who eats Taco Bell specifically before being challenged to have fresh lava shit with which to punish you for having the audacity to exist in his space

Rutherfordium - my god what a snob 4.2/10 I respect him a little but only because he sounds like a right lad

Dubnium - DROP THE BASS 10/10

Seoborgium - not sure about this one but it can have a 7/10

Bohrium - as an American English speaker this sound combination makes my pathetic throat become a black hole as I try to properly create the sound of it 10/10 I love when my body becomes a massive void in the universe

Hassium - lazy 2/10

Elements 109-118 can go fuck themselves I hate them all, collective 6.66/10 for their general demonic vibe

[cinnamonbun-dai]

respectful alpha (2)

(hitoshi shinso) (omegaverse)

(*≧∀≦*) fluff (*≧∀≦*)

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part 1

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You managed to get about 2 hours of sleep before you felt an arm around you and him mumbling in his sleep. “You’re such a pretty and strong omega.” “If only I had known sooner that you’re an omega I would of courted you like I’ve wanted to since the beginning.” You also heard him purring, making you purr back at him. You felt him squeeze you tighter, making you chirp. You felt him stir in his sleeping, rubbing his forehead against your back.  “Oh my god I am so sorry I promised myself I wouldn’t do that!” he woke up, startling you. “No it’s okay don’t worry.” you reassure. You felt more relaxed, maybe it was time that you presented to someone as an omega, the suppressants always made you on edge. There was another awkward silence. “Is it true that you want to court me?” you giggled watching all the colour in his face disappear. “EH NO I MEAN YES I MEAN I’M SORRY I’LL JUST GO BACK TO MY APARTMENT!” “Toshi no stay...” you pouted, grabbing the sleeve of his t-shirt. In his mind, Shinso was flipping out, his dream omega was asking him to stay and sleep in their bed even after he made a fool out of himself. “I-I would like to court you too.” you admit, looking away from him. You felt your omega swell with joy, finally maybe having an alpha after so many years of denial. “Why did you try and present as a beta for so long? How long have you taken suppressants? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he questioned, curious. “Because people look down on omegas, well especially when I was little and all my goals weren’t seen fit for an omega. Plus since my family is known for having omegas with strong scents, I didn’t want any attention for it. I’ve been on suppressants since I started presenting and I didn’t know how you would react. I was scared that you would treat me like an inferior if you knew...” you explain. “(Y/N) I would never treat you like an inferior, no matter what your second sex is I’d treat you the same. Plus more and more rules are being put in place so that omegas are equal to alphas. Have you thought about going off suppressants, new research has shown that it increases the likelihood of omegas developing physical and mental illnesses.” “Yeah I guess, it’s just that I’m also scared of the attention it may bring.” “I could scent you so people would just think that you’re an alpha or something. I don’t want you becoming ill...” you watch him drop his eyes at the thought of something happening to you. Your omega begged for you to do something to comfort him, making you whine. ‘Oh fuck it’ you thought before going in to kiss him after quickly taking his mask off, surprising him. You pass you hand through his hair, giving an experimental tug on it. “What was that Omega?” so this is why so many of your omega friends liked being called omega by their crushes or lovers.  “I-ummm...” you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks and a feeling in your lower stomach you had never felt before. You saw him sniff the air before letting go of you. “Shit I think I accidentally sent you into heat I’m so sorry.” he got up, ready to leave you in peace. “Please don’t leave. I don’t know what to do please. Please take care of me Alpha, I’m scared.” you whined, scared. He gulped, half of him wanted to stay, hating the idea of another alpha getting you but the other half wanted to respect you fully, wanting to wait for the right moment. He looked at your begging eyes and sighed. “Okay but only because I don’t want another alpha hurting you and I will not touch you.” he thanked himself for taking rut blocker and the mask. “W-what do I do?” you asked, he tried to remember his high school biology classes. “You should probably try and make a nest. It’ll go get the blankets and cushion from earlier.” he let himself follow instinct. He watched you take the cushion and blankets and organise them on your bed. 

The next 5 days were hard, you had moved your nest to the bathroom so that Shinos wasn’t stuck in there when you had to take care of what he called ‘personal issues’ and he scented certain things in the apartment so you were safe if he had to leave. He even asked Jirou if she had advice to give you and ended up with a box full of stuff he was advised not to look into and just give to you. He made sure to keep his hands to himself, locking you in the bathroom when ever you tried to get him into your nest.

“I am never forgetting the take my heat suppressants again that was awful.” you say, walking into the kitchen for the first time in a couple of days. You let out a purr when you were hit by Shinso’s scent. You put the box Jirou gave you under bed, pushing it against the wall in hopes that no one will ever find it. “What’s in the box?” he let his curiosity get the best of him.  “Ju-just ummmm... stuff that helped me?” you hoped he would get the idea. You couldn’t help but giggle when you saw his eyes widen and his cheek become red. “You feeling alright?” he asked, changing the subject, casually sitting on your bed.  “Yeah. I’m really sorry you had to take care of me. You didn’t have to stay.” you patted his head. He smiled that you were back to normal, he always liked that you didn’t have a stereotypical omega personality and he missed it during your heat.  “I-I didn’t want to leave you alone in case another alpha tried to claim you...” he rubbed the back of his neck. He felt you kiss the top of his head, looking up at you.  “Thank you so much, you really are a very respectful Alpha. I’ll make it up to you somehow.” he slightly pouted when you moved away from him to undo your nest. 

Shinso gripped the blanket, taking in a deep breath.  “Would you like to go on a date?” he asked, scratching the side of his nape nervously.   “I’d love that!” you beamed, rushing to him to hug him. He was hit with a mix of your heat scent from the pillow you were holding and your scent that screamed happy.  “(Y/N) you forgot to put your pillow down and it still has your in-heat scent on it.” he muttered.  “Oh sorry. Do you want it?” you stood back up, presenting the pillow to him. “N-no!” he stood up, you watched him go over to the kitchen before throwing something at you. “I have to go to the pharmacy to pick up suppressants and I need some fresh air.” you went to go put your jacket when felt his hand on your wrist making you chirp. “Wait... take my hoodie, like that no other alpha can bother you.” he took his hoodie of gave it to you. “Thank you Alpha.” he let out the loudest purr you ever heard when you put on the hoodie.  “See you later Alpha.” you pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. “See you Omega.” he stepped out of the apartment to return to his own place.

Bonus: 

Shinso walked into the living room, noticing Kaminari laid over the sofa while watching some rubbish day time TV.  “You know I could hear you purring when you were outside. Because of you I need to give Jirou 1000yen.” he heard him complain.  “Wait what?”  “We’ve been betting for weeks now when the two of you would end up together, but we only put money on it once we found out (Y/N) was an omega.” he explained. “I’ll make a bet with you that I’m gonna make sure that your mattress goes missing for a week if you make another bet like that.” he threatened before going back to his room for a proper and uninterrupted sleep. 

[angrymongol01-archived]

A/N: Am reposting two of my shelved discontinued fem!Hinata fics from my old blog here (for exposure ig? Also I didn't delete them completely there, they're just posted privately lol); for those who've read the original post before and wondering why this blog repost another blog's work, supplies~!! OP here, filling this blog with some Haikyuu content from last October. Enjoy ^^;; ALSO DO NOT SEND HATE ORZ smh

My Masterlist

Prologue | 01 | Omake 01

tho it doesn't looked like an extra chapter at all smh ahaha

Omake 01

wc: 1.9k words

warning: mentions of thigh touching (and probs kidnapping but not implied), a bit of OOC-ness, a few ‘damn’ mentions.

note: indented paragraphs -> flashbacks

*NOTE: since purple/violet is unavailable via PC (using desktop beta lol), I'll use yellow for Ushijima instead.

“…ta…nata…Hinata!”

A female’s voice continued calling her from her deep slumber.

The faint smell of ammonia wafted in the air.

Eyelids slowly opened as she regained consciousness.

“Ah, thank goodness you’re awake now, Hina-chan!”

“Yachi-san?” She groggily glanced at her friend.

“I’ll tell the others she’s awake!” Suddenly, the owner of that voice earlier, Date Tech’s manager, Nametsu Mai, stood up and headed outside the door. Yachi nodded her thanks.

“W-what happened… Where am I? Is this not our—the managers’—room?” she asked.

Hinata started to sit up from where she was laying but wobbled.

Luckily, Yachi and their second-year senpai Kinoshita Hisashi helped her out and gently positioned their fellow member on one corner of the classroom-slash-makeshift sleeping area.

Her senpai sheepishly replied to Hinata, “This is Date Tech’s sleeping quarters. We were having our first practice match of the day, against them, when Sugawara-san called to inform that they’ve found you together with Shiratorizawa, and their captain carried you on—“

The decoy shivered, thinking about the restroom incident hours ago.

“—and fainted on Ushijima’s shoulder. Ma~n, Suga-san’s so furious back then Kageyama had to stop him from killing them.” Kinoshita chuckled.

“Your room’s kinda far away from where they found you, so the managers decided to drop you off here since it’s the nearest one.”

Hinata sweatdropped, a bit embarrassed.

“Ah… thank you, and sorry for whatever inconvenience I have caused earlier…”

Yachi shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine! You’ve done nothing wrong, Hina-chan~,” she grinned at the orange-haired girl.

Smiled back also.

Then she suddenly facepalmed. “I forgot about the practice match! Is it still going yet?”

“It finished an hour ago, we lost—2-1,” a scowling Kageyama answered, trudging towards the three.

“K-k-kageyama…!!!” the female middle blocker blanched with fear, hands gripping the blanket draped on her lap, while the raven-haired setter shot a menacing glare at her, which she averted. “I’m… I’m sorry for—“

“Are you alright?” he quietly asked Hinata, his hand perched on her head.

His deep blue eyes swimming with concern and worry.

She felt a slight flush on her cheeks while meeting his gaze.

“H-hai, I’m fine!��� the chibi assured Kageyama. “Nothing to worry about, Bakayama-kun~!”

And she smiled at him.

The boy suddenly became hot and turned to look away from her, hiding his flustered face with the back of his hand.

“H-hinata boke… idiot,” Kageyama stuttered, his heart thumping louder than normal.

Ahh… he sure is whipped for Hinata, that Kageyama boy, Kinoshita thought, shaking his head.

While their blonde manager only giggled.

Recovering from his blushing mess a while ago, the raven-haired setter took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes at Hinata and quipped.

“But I guess you do know that we lost in the match earlier because of your carelessness around your surroundings, right, dumbass?”

He smirked.

This pissed the female decoy and threw in some punches at Kageyama, which he constantly dodged. “Shut up, you!! I said I’m sorry, alright?!”

“No, you did not!”

“Yes, I did, Bakayama!”

There goes their ‘lovers’ quarrel’ again… hahaha…

“Hinata!” Sugawara’s sweet voice boomed inside the room as he entered together with their team’s captain Sawamura Daichi. Beside them tagged along Hinata’s friend from Date Tech, fellow middle blocker Aone Takanobu.

“Ah, Sugawara-san!” The first-year idiot duo stopped their bickering when the gray-haired setter all of a sudden hugged her.

Hc’d Suga and Hinata are chummy-chummy but in a mother/daughter sort of way.

He is, after all, Karasuno’s Sugamama.

“Honey, are you alright now? Did those Shiratorizawa bastards hurt you? Don’t lie to me!” She blinked in reply, baffled.

He might cry in an instant now—

“Oi, Suga, calm down,” Daichi said, drawing circles at the fellow third-year’s back to calm him down.

Aone then stepped closer besides Hinata and sat with his legs crossed, his eyes gazing at hers like Kageyama’s.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, his deep voice nearly startled both Hinata, Yachi and Kinoshita.

Date Tech’s one-third of the famous Iron Wall is a man of few words, and his replies were mostly grunts, hand gestures, and nods.

So it’s rare for him to speak, or ask a question, especially to a member of the opposite sex—or, in this case, at Karasuno’s Number 10. At Hinata Shouyou.

She held both hands at Aone’s now flustered cheeks, and grinned.

“I’m okay now, Aone-san! Don’t worry too much~ nn?” She tilted her head while looking at him.

C-cute… she’s cute, No-Eyebrows thought to himself. Even the other boys thought so, too.

Then he nodded.

Hinata patted his shoulders. “Good!”

Ahhh the power of friendship, feat. AoHina—

“Say, Hina-chan,” Yachi looked at the orange-haired girl. “Care to say to us why you fainted on Ushijima-san’s shoulder?”

The chibi stilled herself, cheeks starting to get a bit red. Kageyama noticed it.

“A-a-ano!! H-hinata-chan, it’s o-okay if you d-don’t have to tell us! S-sorry for asking such a foolish q-question—“

“Yachi-san, calm yourself down, too—,” the captain sweatdropped.

Looking at the people around her, Hinata slowly opened her mouth to speak.

“My thighs are kind of ticklish when being touched,” she muttered, face in an embarrassed state.

“Ha?” “Ticklish?”

“He—Ushijima-san touched the back of my thighs, but just to keep myself from falling down his shoulder!” the female middle blocker said aloud, pouting. “That’s why I… f-fainted earlier.”

Her partner remembered the face she made while being carried on Ushijima Wakatoshi’s shoulder.

“USHIJIMA-SA—hyaah! …P-please… stop—“

A vein pop ticked on the raven-haired setter’s face, his jawline twitching slightly.

Kageyama’s fists gripped hard, his face a big scowling mess.

Damn that Ushiwaka guy—

Another dark aura emitted on another corner as vein pops ticked on both Dadchi and Sugamama.

Wearing their scary faces.

Both Hinata, Yachi and Kinoshita panicked, while Aone furrowed his brows.

“Did you bring some shovels, Daichi?”

“They’re inside the bus compartment, Suga.”

“Good. We’re digging some graves for some perverted volleyball dorks to bury down later—wanna help us, Kageyama?”

———

Meanwhile, at Shiratorizawa’s side of the training camp, the members were at the sidelines, taking a break from practice when—

“ACHOO!!!” Tendou sniffled for the nth time already ever since coming back to the gym with Ushijima after the incident with Karasuno’s Number 10. “Uh, yizz…”

“Tendou-san, are you really alright?” their team’s first-year ace-in-the-making Goshiki Tsutomu asked, his face scrunched with worry. “You’re sneezing constantly.”

The redhead shook it off with a wave of his hand in reply, and smiled grimly.

“Yeah, I’m a-OK, thanks for your concern, Tsutomu-kun!”

“Oi, are you sick?” Shiratorizawa’s team mom third-year setter Semi Eita stared at his fellow third-year teammate with disgust. “If you are, please stay away from us! We don’t wanna get infected by your cold… Goshiki, don’t go near him!” “Eh? But, senpai—“

Tendou narrowed his eyes on him. “Semi-Semi, if I do have a cold, I will first go straight at ya and share my germs, duh!”

“DON’T CALL ME BY THAT STUPID NICKNAME, YOU IDIOT!” the team mom seethed, throwing a pack of tissues at the middle blocker in reply, hitting his arm.

A quarrel ensued at Shiratorizawa—

“Okay, guys, that’s enough! Save your bickering later at lunch period,” another third-year, Oohira Reon, chided and managed to stop both Tendou and Semi from tearing off their heads.

While the rest of the team just sighed and/or watched at a distance.

“Ano sa…”

Some of them turned their heads at the semi-deep voice of second-year starting setter Shirabu Kenjiro.

Idk how to describe voice ranges ‘cept high-pitch, deep blah blah sorry—

“Tendou-san, you mentioned earlier that you and Ushijima-san met Karasuno’s Number 10, right?”

“Aye~ we have!” the redhead then nudged Ushijima, who was sitting near him, on the side. “Right, Wakatoshi-kun?”

He nodded. “Un. We met Hinata Shouyou early this morning, outside the gym.”

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! You two met that cute sunshine already upon arrival!?!!” Both their libero, Yamagata Hayato, and middle blocker, Kawanishi Taichi, squawked at their captain.

Their faces looked like (‘◉⌓◉’), with Kawanishi gripping the collar of Shirabu’s shirt, shaking wildly.

“T-taichi, stop shaking me, goddammit—!” Whack!

Said second-year middle blocker started to wail in a dramatic way.

“WHYYYYYYYYYYY—!!”

Dunno how to grasp Kawanishi’s personality here tbh so stfu dejk—

“We were about to bring her here back though…” Then Ushijima’s usual stoic face darkened a bit.

“…if only those Karasuno setters didn’t show up.”

“Ah, that Kageyama guy and their vice-captain, isn’t it? Number 2?” Shirabu pointed out. “That guy’s really scary even though he has the face of an angel; their captain also.”

Oohira asked, “Wait… so you two attempted to kidnap the girl?”

“No, no, ‘kidnapping’ will only cause us trouble,” Tendou said, waving his hand in a disapproving way.

“Let’s call it ‘luring her with some sweets then put her inside a potato sack’—“

“ARE YOU A DOWNRIGHT LOLICON!?!!” Semi screamed straight at the Guess Monster’s face, pissed at his earlier statement.

Tendou vs Semi, Round 2–

“I-I heard from Date Tech’s Koganegawa-san that Hinata-chan fainted on you, Ushijima-san,” Goshiki stammered, red tinge on both his cheeks due to embarrassment, maybe? “Is that true?”

Ushiwaka nodded curtly. “Ye—“

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SHE DID WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?!!” Both Yamagata and Kawanishi squawked again, interrupting his response.

Their faces now looked like (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾, with Kawanishi again gripping the collar of Shirabu’s shirt, shaking wildly.

“KAWANISHIIIIII!” An uppercut.

Chaos ensued inside the Shiratorizawa Academy (High School Division) Men’s Volleyball Club.

Their captain declared to himself, his olive-colored eyes shone with determination:

We will take Hinata Shouyou here, in Shiratorizawa. She should have (come here). Whatever the consequences be.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU SLACKING OFF, YOU NIMRODS!!! GET YOUR ASSES BACK TO PRACTICE!!!!”

“HAI!!!!”

———

How did the supposed-to-be ‘rumor’ begin? It all started when…

“Aaaarrrggghhh!! This is not right, Ryuu!”

“Huh? What d’you mean ‘not right’, Noya?”

“I want to sit next to our cute kouhai Shouyou on the bus earlier, but it’s always that bastard Kageyama who gets to sit beside her!! Hnnnnnngh—!!! He gets to touch Shouyou’s hair whenever she dozes off, or place her head on his shoulder to sleep on! Or-or maybe even take a candid shot of her sleeping cutely—dammit!!! This is frustrating!!!!!”

“Ahhh~ I know how you feel, bro! I, too, want to sit next to our precious Hinata-chan on the bus! B-but… Noya, what about Kiyoko-san?”

“Ryuu bro, our loyalty is always on our beautiful goddess Kiyoko-san—BUT SHE’S DIFFERENT FROM SHOUYOU! Our kouhai is literally the epitome of a living sunshine~! She cures our blues away! Remember that time during our match with Wakunan, when you were kind of down about Daichi-san’s injury then Shouyou suddenly hugged and peppered you with words of encouragement?”

“Oh, yeah! It calmed my senses down… and also! Remember when you came back from your suspension, and me and Hinata noticed bruises—“

idk I really need to refresh my HQ knowledge by rereading the whole manga orz—

“—on your arms? Ma~n, she freaked out and began applying those with some ointment she had in her bag. And you told me later that time Hinata’s hands were very soft even though she spiked and blocked so many balls in her lifetime? Also that expression on your face! So priceless!”

“Ahhhh~ I wanna touch Shouyou’s soft hands again longer! Not just a high five—but holding hands!”

“Me too~ Damn, I wish there’d be some kind of (rotational?) seating arrangement whenever we’re on the bus, traveling to matches and stuff…”

“Ryuu! Noya! Heya!”

“Tora! Our shitty (city) boy from Tokyo—wassup!”

“We can’t wait to play another game against you guys later! ww”

“Same here!”

“Ah, what are you guys talking about?”

“OUR PRECIOUS KOUHAI HINATA/SHOUYOU!!!”

“Eh? Shrimpy-chan? What about her?”

“It’s like this….—“

The two crows and mohawked cat walked their way inside the camp premises, talking.

Unbeknownst to them, two eagles accidentally eavesdropped on the earlier conversation.

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“Ombre e Bastoni”, ch. 2

Here I am with the second chapter! Again, a huge thank you to both @misslilidelaney on Tumblr for writing this and @watcher-from-the-heights for being my beta! I also tag @ts-italian-gang, just in case. One last thing: if you want to support the ff, it’s on AO3 too! Thank you if you’re gonna step by! Enjoy!

Whenever Emilio Picani walked into the Dolce&Remì, all heads turned.

And when all heads turned, Giuda Schiavon's only instinct was to turn away.

To avoid imploding.

At the exact moment the young man crossed the threshold, Giuda understood that he was Patrizio's famous "psychologist cousin".

And at the exact moment he saw his face, only one sentence echoed in his brain:

- Sò ciavà. - [1]

The newcomer sat down at the counter, while Remo looked illuminated with immense light and Romolo seemed to be having a heart attack.

"Patrì. Are you kidding? You should at least have said that your cousin was so beautiful!"

"What are you saying, Romolo? C'mon, you're embarrassing him!"

"Orco can, Pati [2], take it easy! Trust me, it takes much more to embarrass me.", the interested party replied, giving Romolo, who just laughed like a twelve year old, a benevolent smile.

- Nice, exactly what I needed, even the competition with the Stellina. -

Giuda glanced at Remo, who had been wiping the same glass for three minutes.

-Ah, well. Both the Stelline. [3] -

He just looked at the newcomer from behind the counter, through the mirror in front of which the liquors were placed.

Of course both twins already came out swinging, while Virgilio and Luca simply looked at him with the gaze of two hungry lions.

And obviously Patrizio noticed the looks that the Trentine guy - that is Luca - launched at his blood relative, and Giuda shook his head after seeing the Emilian's eyes getting a little bleary.

-If I end up like this too, I'll set myself on fire.-

"You're quiet, Giudino [4].", Tommaso, the only one who seemed immune to the charm of the newcomer, chirped.

Giuda merely smiled slyly, pointing to the group behind him with a nod:

"I'm enjoying the vultures."

"Pffftt, they're terribleee!", the pastry chef whispered, biting his lip from laughing, which made Giuda smile even further and then continue:

"They look like they haven't seen a man for ages, eh? And Patrizio has the face of someone who repented 'a sbrega'."

"At what?"

"Someone who regretted it very much. I’ll have to teach you Venetian sooner or later, boss."

Tommaso nodded, and Giuda decided to get defensive even before anyone could attack him.

"Plus, like... He's not even that  cool. He's pretty, don't get me wrong, but c'mon, to the point of making all four of them lose their heads?"

Tommaso nodded, shrugging:

"Agreed. And I hope Luca will soon get over this thing before Patrizio goes on a killing spree."

"Patrizio should also get a move on, however; Luca is too much of a wimp to realize he's drooling like a slug. If he doesn't get moving, someone else will take him and I’d like to remind you that the last time Patrizio got drunk, he got a sad hangover."

"Don't remind me, please."

"Ao, regà!" [5], Remo sneaked in and took them both by the arm, smiling like the idiot he was.

"Come and meet the newcomer!"

- Oh, no, please. -

"Boss, at least let me take off my dishwashing gloves!"

"No no, you have to keep them, I want him to understand who's in charge!", the 'older' brother of the Stella twins laughed at the request of his dishwasher.

- Curses.-

With a movement worthy of the worst drunks in Caracas, he brought Tommaso and Giuda in front of the newcomer, who had a smile capable of melting Giuda's heart in an instant.

And it did.

"Emilio, here's my co-partner and pastry-chef Tommaso Sandero, and my all-rounder, dishwasher, whatever-you-want, Giuda."

"I have a surname too, you know, old man.", with an eyeroll worthy of a Hollywood star, Giuda turned to Emilio.

Shit, he was even more beautiful, up close.

"Giuda Schiavon. I would shake your hand but I have gloves on."

"Schiavon?", Emilio asked, lighting up.

How beautiful a human being could be? Was he even legal?

"Ahah, his name is Schiavon. Which is perfect, since he's ours... [6]", Remo started, but Emilio dreamily clasped his hands in front of his face and asked, interrupting him:

"Are you from Veneto too? I'm from Verona!"

Giuda just shrugged, nodding immediately after:

"Par tera, par mar, Sammarco. [7]"

"Can del porco, un Venexian! Beaaa! [8]"

Having said that, Emilio approached him, pretending to speak in great secrecy - which was impossible, since everyone was still staring at him as if he was a wonderful thing, except perhaps Romolo, who was just looking at Giuda as if he was the worst thing that ever happened in this world:

"Cossa go da far pa aver na bona ombra de vin qua? [9]"

Was he trying to speak Venetian?

Was there a limit to how cute he could be?

"Ask Remo. I only wash the glasses, I don't fill them."

Having said that, he turned to the owner, making a superhuman effort to take his eyes off Emilio, who seemed quite dazzled by the answer.

"Can I go back? I have to go to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes before other people arrive for happy hour."

Then he turned back to Emilio, waving at him with half a smile:

"Fellow countryman, enjoy your stay in Bologna."

And then he left, without giving him time to answer.

*

Three years passed since their first meeting.

Three years in which Romolo made the funniest epic fail with Emilio, in which Patrizio decided to stick his tongue down Luca's mouth, and Virgilio pretended to be drunk to touch Romolo's ass, whom he said he'd forgotten, but Giuda knew that was bullshit.

Because he, being a chronic liar, could basically smell the lies.

In fact, not even for a second did he let anyone remotely suspect of his mind-blowing crush on the psychologist, especially the above mentioned, given that he was probably now convinced he hated his guts.

Which was the intention of the Venetian, since he took for granted that the thirty-year-old was far beyond what someone like him could afford.

After the disastrous relationship with one of his university buddies, Giuda indeed decided that being single was far better than being heartbroken.

Even though his heart wasn't too good.

Treating Emilio badly was making him lose sleep, at times he risked forgetting to put on his contact lenses due to tiredness, and even Virgilio took the piss out of him for the bags under his eyes.

And now he was there. Gloves in one hand and a broom in the other.

With Remo looking at him with a Cheshire Cat's smile on his face.

"You little snake. I get it, you know? You like the Veronese."

"You're speaking nonsense. I’d rather kill him right now. I dropped the glasses because of him."

"Don’t fuck with me. Tommy and I yell at you all the time and you’ve never jumped like this. Yo, Coso [10], I can smell lies too, you're not the only one. You’re being a little shit because you like him."

Giuda kept looking the bar owner in the eye, trying to deny it with all of his body language.

"I. Don't. Like. Emilio. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but Mr. Psychoanalysis isn’t exactly my cup of tea, okay?"

"Giuda..."

There was something in Remo’s voice, something that for a moment opened a breach in the Venetian's heart.

Maybe... Maybe he could trust someone.

"...From the first day he walked in here. You all got over it. But me? Never. I don’t have a crush on Emilio, Remo. I’m in love with Emilio. But I’ve suffered enough in the past to know that I’m better off alone. What if it goes wrong? How am I gonna look at him? How...?"

"You don't know that. I mean, I don't know either even if I live with him, how can you, if you run away every time you see him?"

"I personally believe that what you don’t know can’t hurt you."

"If Luca were here he would scream 'Boiate' [11]. Giuda... I..."

"Welp. It's too late now, the damage is done, right? He’s probably convinced I hate him even more after today's crap."

With a bitter laugh, Giuda surpassed the roman, continuing:

"I blew every chance, amen..."

"Giuda."

"But surely he won’t stop coming, we’re his favorite bar and you’re his roommate..."

"Giuda, shut up."

"I'm sure he'll find someone else pretty quickly, he just needs to breathe and someone always comes along."

"Giuda!"

The dishwasher turned again towards Remo, biting his lip as the stupid tears began to stream down his face.

"I can’t do this, okay? After Mattia, I don’t know what to do, with a man. Besides, I’m kind of a mess. Emilio will never appreciate someone like me."

Remo remained silent for a moment, before moving forward... and hugging? Giuda.

The Venetian was baffled, usually it was Tommaso, the one with whom he sometimes allowed himself affectionate gestures.

"Shut your mouth, you’re not that bad. And I swear on Totti [12], I’ll help you get the therapist, whether you want it or not."

Giuda laughed bitterly, his face stuck in the chest of his tallest peer.

"Yeah, sure. And how are you gonna do that?"

Remo let him go and asked, very seriously:

"Do you know how to play briscola [13]?"

[1]: transl. "I'm fucked" [2]: "Holy crap" + Pati = a nickname for Patrizio [3]: this is a pun with Romolo and Remo's surname, "Stella" = "Star", that here is referred as "Stellina/Stelline" = "Little Star/Little Stars" [4]: a nickname for Giuda, a diminutive of his name [5]: a Romanesco dialect exclamation that means more or less "Hey, guys!" [6]: it's a pun with Giuda's surname, Schiavon, that in italian, without the "n" at the end, is "Schiavo" = "Slave" [7]: it's a Venetian saying that literally means "on land, on sea, San Marco", but more broadly it means the power of the Venice Republic that reigned both on the land and on the sea [8]: "Good heavens, a Venetian! Niiice!" [9]: "What can I do to have a good glass of wine around here?"; in Venetian dialect, "ombra" means both "shadow" and "glass of wine" [10]: "coso" is the italian version of "thingy" and/or "dude/dingus" [11]: yes, "boiate" is the italian term for "falsehood", in this case [12]: a famous Italian soccer player, specifically from Rome [13]: a very popular Italian card game

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see ya next time, ciao!

Quando Emilio Picani entrava al Dolce&Remì, tutte le teste si giravano. E quando tutte le teste si giravano, l'unico istinto di Giuda Schiavon era di girarsi dalla parte opposta. 

Per evitare di implodere.

Nel momento esatto in cui il giovane aveva oltrepassato la soglia, Giuda aveva capito che era lui il famoso "cugino psicologo" di Patrizio. 

E nel momento esatto in cui aveva visto il suo volto, solo una frase gli aveva rimbombato nel cervello:

- Sò ciavà.-

Il nuovo arrivato si era seduto al bancone, Remo che sembrava illuminato d'immenso, e Romolo che sembrava stesse per avere un infarto.

"Patrì. Ma stiamo a scherzare? Ce lo dovevi minimo minimo dire che tuo cugino era così bello!"

"Ma cosa stai dicendo, Romolo? Mo' dai guarda, che lo metti in imbarazzo!”

"Orco can Pati, stai calmo! Guarda che ci vuole molto di più per imbarazzarmi." aveva risposto il diretto interessato, scoccando un sorriso benevolo a Romolo, che si era limitato a ridere come una dodicenne.

- Ben ciò, perché mi mancava la competizione con la Stellina.- 

Giuda aveva lanciato uno sguardo a Remo, che stava strofinando lo stesso bicchiere da tre minuti. 

-Ah beo. Entrambe, le Stelline.-

E si era limitato a guardare il nuovo arrivato da dietro il bancone, attraverso lo specchio davanti al quale erano sistemati gli alcolici. 

Ovviamente entrambi i gemelli erano già partiti all'attacco, e Virgilio e Luca si limitavano a guardarlo con lo sguardo di due leoni affamati. 

Ovviamente, Patrizio si era accorto degli sguardi che il trentino lanciava al proprio consanguineo, e Giuda aveva scosso la testa vedendo i suoi occhi velarsi un po’.

- Se finisco anche io così mi do fuoco.-

"Sei silenzioso, Giudino." Aveva cinguettato Tommaso, l'unico a sembrare immune al fascino del nuovo arrivato. 

Giuda si era limitato a sorridere sornione, indicando il gruppetto alle sue spalle con un cenno del capo.

"Mi sto godendo gli avvoltoi."

"PFFFF sono tremendiii!" Aveva sussurrato il pasticciere mordendosi il labbro dal ridere, cosa che aveva fatto sorridere ulteriormente Giuda che quindi aveva continuato:

"Sembra non vedano un uomo da millenni eh. Veramente. E Patrizio ha la faccia di uno che si è pentito a sbrega."

"A cosa?

"Pentito molto. Devo insegnarti il veneziano prima o poi, Boss." 

Tommaso aveva annuito, e Giuda aveva deciso di mettersi sulla difensiva ancora prima che qualcuno potesse partire all'attacco.

"Che poi... Neanche fosse così figo. Bellino eh. Ma insomma, da far andare fuori di testa tutti e quattro?"

Tommaso aveva annuito, facendo spallucce. 

"Ti do ragione. E spero che a Luca questa cosa passi presto prima che Patrizio faccia una strage."

"Patrizio dovrebbe anche darsi una mossa però eh, Luca è troppo impedito per accorgersi di quanto stia sbavando come una lumaca. Se non si muove finisce che se lo prende qualcun altro e ti ricordo che l'ultima volta è andato di sbronza triste."

"Non ricordamelo, ti prego..."

"Ao, regà!" Remo era arrivato di soppiatto e li aveva presi entrambi sottobraccio, sorridendo come lo scemo che era.

"Venite a conoscere il nuovo arrivato!"

- Oh, no, ti prego.- 

"Capo fammi almeno togliere i guanti da piatti!"

"No no, li devi tenè, voglio che capisca chi comanda!" Aveva riso il maggiore dei gemelli Stella alla richiesta del suo lavapiatti. 

Maledetto.

Con un movimento degno dei peggiori ubriachi di Caracas, aveva portato Tommaso e Giuda al cospetto del nuovo arrivato, che aveva addosso un sorriso capace di sciogliere il cuore di Giuda in un istante.

E lo aveva fatto.

"Emilio, ecco il mio socio e pasticcere Tommaso Sandero, e il mio lavapiatti tuttofare quello-che-vuoi, Giuda."

"Ho un cognome anche io sai, vecchio." con un eyerolling degno di una star holliwoodiana, Giuda si era voltato verso Emilio. 

Merda, era ancora più bello, da vicino.

"Giuda Schiavon. Ti darei la mano ma ho i guanti."

"Schiavon?" Aveva chiesto Emilio illuminandosi. 

Ma quanto poteva essere bello un essere umano? Ma era legale?

"Ahah, si chiama Schiavon. Il che è perfetto visto che è il nostro..." Aveva iniziato Remo, ma Emilio aveva stretto le mani davanti al viso con aria sognante ed aveva chiesto, interrompendolo:

"Ma sei veneto anche tu? Io sono di Verona!"

Giuda si era limitato a fare spallucce, annuendo subito dopo.

"Par tera, par mar, Sammarco."

"Can del porco un Venexian! Beaaa!" 

Detto questo, si era avvicinato facendo finta di parlare in gran segreto - cosa impossibile visto che tutti lo stavano ancora fissando come se fosse una cosa meravigliosa, tranne forse Romolo che stava guardando proprio Giuda come se fosse la peggiore delle cose mai capitate a questo mondo:

"Cossa go da far pa aver na bona ombra de vin qua?" 

Stava cercando di parlare in veneziano? 

Ma c'era un limite a quanto potesse essere carino?

"Domandarghe a Remo. Io lavo i bicchieri, non li riempio mica." 

Detto questo si era girato verso il titolare, compiendo uno sforzo sovrumano per distogliere lo sguardo da Emilio, che sembrava parecchio abbacchiato dalla risposta.

"Posso tornare di là? Devo andare in cucina a finire i piatti prima che arrivi altra gente per l'happy hour." 

Si era quindi girato di nuovo verso Emilio, facendogli un cenno di saluto con un mezzo sorriso.

"Conterraneo, buona permanenza a Bologna."

E se n'era andato, senza lasciargli il tempo di rispondere.

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Erano passati tre anni, da quel loro primo incontro. 

Tre anni nei quali Romolo aveva fatto il più divertente degli epic fail con Emilio, nei quali Patrizio si era deciso a ficcare la lingua in bocca a Luca, e Virgilio aveva fatto finta di essere ubriaco per toccare il culo di Romolo, che diceva di aver dimenticato, ma Giuda sapeva essere una balla. 

Perché lui, le balle, le subodorava, essendo un bugiardo cronico.

Infatti, nemmeno per un secondo aveva lasciato che qualcuno sospettasse minimamente della sua cotta allucinante per lo psicologo, specialmente il suddetto, visto che si era probabilmente ormai convinto di stargli sullo stomaco.  

Il che era l'intento del veneziano, visto che dava per scontato che il trentenne fosse ben oltre quello che uno come lui potesse permettersi. 

Dopo la disastrosa relazione col suo compagno di facoltà, Giuda aveva infatti deciso che single era decisamente meglio che col cuore a pezzi. 

Anche se il suo cuore non stava troppo bene. 

Trattare male Emilio gli stava facendo ormai perdere il sonno, a volte rischiava di dimenticare le lenti dalla stanchezza, e persino Virgilio lo prendeva per il culo per le occhiaie.

Ed ora era lì. I guanti in una mano ed una scopa nell'altra.

Con Remo che lo guardava con il sorriso dello Stregatto dipinto in faccia.

"A serpentino. L'ho capito eh. Te piace er veronese."

"Tu stai vaneggiando. Ora come ora lo ammazzerei. Ho fatto volare i bicchieri per colpa sua."

"Nun me piglià per il culo. Io e Tommy ti gridiamo contro in continuazione e non hai mai saltato così. Senti Coso, pure io le subodoro le stronzate, non sei mica l'unico. Fai il merda perché ti piace."

Giuda continuava a guardare il titolare negli occhi, cercando di negare con tutto il linguaggio del corpo.

"Non. Mi. Piace. Emilio. Non so cosa ti sei messo in testa, ma Mister Psicanalisi non è esattamente di mio gradimento okay?"

"Giuda..."

C'era qualcosa nel tono di Remo, qualcosa che per un attimo, aveva aperto una breccia nel cuore del veneziano. 

Forse... Forse poteva fidarsi, di qualcuno.

"...Dal primo giorno in cui è entrato qui dentro. A voi tutti è passata. Ma a me mai. Non ho una cotta per Emilio, Remo. Io sono innamorato, di Emilio. Ma ho sofferto abbastanza in passato da sapere che sto meglio da solo. E se poi va male? Con che faccia lo guardo? Come..."

"Non puoi saperlo. Voglio dire, non posso saperlo io che ci vivo assieme, come puoi farlo tu se scappi ogni volta che lo vedi?"

"Sono del parere che ciò che non sai non può farti del male."

"Fosse qua Luca urlerebbe 'Boiate'. Giuda... io..."

"Beh. Ormai il danno è fatto, no? Si sarà convinto che lo odio dopo la stronzata di oggi." 

Con una risata amara, Giuda aveva superato il romano, continuando: 

"Mi sono bruciato ogni possibilità, amen..."

"Giuda."

"... Però di sicuro mica smette di venire, siamo il suo bar preferito e tu sei il suo coinquilino..."

"Giuda piantala."

"Di sicuro troverà subito qualcuno, gli basta respirare e arriva sempre qualcuno..."

"Giuda!"

Il lavapiatti si era girato di nuovo verso Remo, mordendosi il labbro mentre le stupidissime lacrime iniziavano a scendere.

"Io non ce la posso fare okay? Dopo Mattia non so più come comportarmi, con un uomo. E poi sono un casino. Emilio non potrà mai apprezzare uno come me."

Remo era rimasto in silenzio per un attimo, prima di avanzare ed... abbracciare? Giuda. 

Il veneziano era basito, di solito era Tommaso, quello con cui a volte si permetteva gesti affettuosi.

"Ti devi de sta zitto. Non fai così schifo. E te lo giuro su Totti, io ti aiuterò a prenderti lo psicologo, che tu lo voglia o no." 

Giuda aveva riso amaramente, la faccia ficcata nel petto dell'altissimo coetaneo.

"Seh, vabbè. E come credi di fare?"

Remo lo aveva lasciato andare ed aveva sentenziato, serissimo.

"Sai giocare a briscola?"

[waywardscorpio]

You're Our Omega And We're Your Alpha's: Chapter Two.

A/N: I'm so, sorry everyone. I know, I said a few days. Friday my family and I, was hit with a loss. I will also sometime soon I'll also be posting my Baron Corbin Fanfiction. It will be Baron X Reader as well as an Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Book. I thank you ladies and gentlemen for being patient with me. I hope you enjoy this chapter. It probably sucks a little and I apologize for that.

Tag list:

@phoenixoffiretwo @scuzmunkie @callmekda @braunstrowmangirl

WARNINGS: FLUFF, PREGNANT READER, POSSIBLE CUSSING, PISSED OFF ALPHA'S DEAN, SETH AND ROMAN, AND A LITTLE BIT OF RUSEV AND LANA IN HERE WITH MENTIONS OF A FEW OTHERS.

*Seth POV*

"Hey Dean, and Roman, can we talk?" I asked the other two males in the locker room. "Yeah man what's up?" Roman said. "Have either of you noticed Y/N, has been glowing lately? Or that she's been throwing up the past few days?" I asked them. Dean looks at me as he spoke "Yes, I noticed it yesterday." Dean looked at me. "Matter of fact so, did I" Roman says as he fixed his ring gear. "Its been a month since we mated and she hasn't wrestled the last three weeks either. I think she might be hiding something." I said. "Her smell has even changed and she's become very protective of her stomach. She may honestly be pregnant." Dean added. "Come on now. Y/N, wouldn't keep anything from us." Roman said. "She would if she was scared we'd leave her." Dean says.

"Let's go talk to her" Dean offers and I nodded agreeing with him. All three of us got up an walked out the locker room and went to Y/N's, locker room and knocked. "Baby Girl, can we come in?" I asked. "Y-yes" she said. I open the door and walk in with Dean and Roman following me into the locker room. "Princess, what's the matter?" Roman asks softly. "N-nothing. I'm fine" she lied looking anywhere but at us clearly hiding something and scared. "Baby Girl, don't lie to us. We're not going to get mad. I promise" I said softly as I lift her chin to look her in the eyes. "You promise not to hate me or leave me?" She asks softly. I could hear the worry in her voice. "Baby Doll, we could not ever hate you." Dean said as he and Roman walks over to us and stands on each side of Y/N, and myself. "I'm.... I'm pregnant" she said finally and closed her eyes and cowers a little scared she might get yelled at. "We're going to be Dads?" Roman asked a huge smile on his face. "Yes. You're not mad?" She asks softly. "No, ofcourse not, Princess." He said kissing her. "We are happy, Baby Doll" Dean added and turned her head to kiss her. "And we're not gonna leave" I add lastly as I turn her to look at me as I kissed her softly. "Mine" she said softly nuzzling into me and pulling the other two, to us as close as possible.

We stood there in a comfortable silence, before a Crew member knocked on the door saying we had five minutes until mine and Roman's tag team match against the revival, for the tag team titles. Dean, Roman, myself and Y/N, all walk to the gorilla pin and wait for our entrance music to come on. We got to the ring after the entrance music was about over and Lillian introduced. Dean kept a protective stance and arm around Y/N. The revival came out next and was introduced. "Well Michael Cole, it looks like this is gonna be a fight for the titles tonight" Renee said. "Indeed, Renee it is. The Shield is determined to get them titles" he said.

"1...2...3. And the new tag team champions are Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns" the referee says as the match ended. Roman and I, finally got the titles back. The revival was furious as they got out the ring walking up the ramp. Dean helped Y/N, into the ring as as we got the belts. Half way up the ramp the revival turned back around to head to the ring again. The get in the ring and attack Dean and Roman. I grabbed Y/N, and carefully helped her out the ring so, she wasn't in the line of fire and neither was our unborn chil or children. I pull the one that was hitting Roman, off and started punishing him. The other that was hitting Dean, threw him over the top rope, close Y/N. She went to Dean's side. I could hear her talking to him. "Dean are you okay?" She asked on the verge of tears. It's one thing Y/N didn't like, and that's seeing one of us hurt. "Yes, Baby Doll. I'm okay." He said.

"BABY DOLL, MOVE!!" Dean yells at her pushing her out the way and taking a blow to the ribs. Y/N whimpers startled from what just happened. "Baby Girl, go. Get out of here." I yell at her. She was to frightened to move or do anything. I see Lana and Rusev running down the ramp. Rusev went for the revival member outside the ring, an Lana went to Y/N, dragging her up the ramp quickly out of harm's way. Roman superman punched the one and Rusev slammed the other into the side of the ring.

While we were fighting and beating the hell out of the revival we didn't know Y/N and Lana were being sought after by Sheamus and Cesaro. Lana knew Y/N, was pregnant so, she did everything she could to protect her. Becky wasn't here tonight because she had the night off. "Come on, Love." Lana said going into a locker room locking the door and hiding with Y/N as she attempted to keep her calm. "She love. I know you're scared. But we have to be quiet okay?" Lana says softly to Y/N, who's covering her mouth the muffle her cries and whimpers.

The door to the locker room they were in was busted down as the the bar began to search the room for the two ladies. One being our mate and the other being a good friend of ours. Myself, Dean, Roman and Rusev, ran up the ramp quick to look for Lana and Y/N. One of the crew members pointed us in the direction of were the two girls were and who had been following after them. My blood was boiling, eyes dark with rage, and one thing on my mind; and that's was to get to Y/N, before she got hurt, because I wouldnt ever forgive myself if she got hurt or worse. I knew Dean and Roman had the same attitude, rage and only the same thing on their minds as I did. Rusev only wanted to get to his wife and omega before she got hurt. I ran as fast as I could to get to the room. I seen the door busted down and Sheamus, had Y/N pinned to the wall by her throat. She was scratching and clawing at his hand, tears rolling down her face, and one hand protecting her stomach. "LET HER GO!!" We below out loud and deep from within our chest. The roar echoing threw the halls. Sheamus smirked knowing just why he got under our skin. His other hand meer inches away from her stomach. I could hear faint running footsteps from half the Raw and Smackdown roaster coming towards us. Nina Jax, heard her cousins howl and knew immediately there was trouble and a brawl about to break out. "Don't you fucking dare touch her!" The rage only built more but I wasn't gonna attack with Y/N, in the line of fire. Rusev saw red when he seen his beloved wife pinned against the couch struggling to get away to help her friend. She did the last thing she thought of and kicked Cesaro in the balls. Cesaro held his crotch smacking her. Rusev grabbed him by the neck and picked him up before slamming him threw the coffee table.

Before Sheamus let Y/N, he rubbed her belly smirking darkly at her. She started whimpering more her omega side was scared and wanting her Alpha's. As soon as he let her go, Y/N crawled to a corner shaking like a leaf terrified and that's all it too for Dean to go full fledge Lunatic Fridge on Sheamus. Nia ran up and seen what was going on, she could feel everything. Being an alpha herself Nia knew all to well that shit just got real and fast. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU" Dean screams as he bounced Sheamus head off a wall and throwing him towards us and out the door. Sheamus staggers to his feet and attempts to get away. But he couldn't when I tackled him from behind. Nia looked at the scared girl in the corner and seen red herself cause that was her family to. She grabbed Cesaro and dragged him into the hall way. As the brawl went on and the fighting continues it took every referee, security guard, and roaster men and women to pull us The Shield, Rusev, and Nia Jax off of The Bar. The bar laid beat and bloody on the ground. "Enough. What in the living hell is going on?" Triple H yells as he came into view. Dean proceeded to tell him everything and after that let's just say Cesaro and Sheamus were suspended for two years and on injury leave for a year as well. As soon as we were let go me, and the three others along with Nia, Stephanie and Triple H ran to were Lana and Y/N, were. But when we got there they weren't there and we began to panic. A camera man told us that they were sent to the infirmary. We all bolted to the infirmary. Lana was standing next to Y/N, while she was being checked out by the medical team. My heart dropped thinking she was hurt or the baby or babies were hurt and I knew that Dean and Roman were feeling the same way.

After what seemed like hours the doctor said she has no, serious injuries but should be taken to a hospital to be sure the baby or babies are okay. They called an ambulance to have her taken there now. Roman rode with and me and Dean took the car. Stephanie, Triple H and the others called Becky, got ours and Y/N stuff from our locker rooms while we followed the ambulance. "I swear to God if our baby or babies are hurt or Y/N is I'm going to rip out The Bars throats myself." Dean said. He was alot calmer but still pissed off as was myself and Roman.

In the ambulance Roman soothed Y/N by softly rubbing her hand and her belly. "I'm sorry, Alpha. I tried to fight him off but I wasn't strong enough" Roman's heart fell hearing his omega blame herself for something that wasn't her fault. "Shhh Princess. You don't need to apologize for anything. This isn't your fault."

After we got to the hospital, an Y/N was checked in and evaluated the doctors came out to talk to us. "Ms. Y/L/N, family or friends." We shot up out of our chairs and walked over to him. "Is she okay? Is the baby or babies okay? What's going on?" I asked immediately. He could tell we were worried like hell. "Her and the fetuses are okay. She'll have some bruising around her neck for a while. She is to take it easy for the rest of the pregnancy. No heavy lifting, and nothing strenuous. I'll keep her over night under observation to be a hundred percent sure. She is asking for you three as well. You may go see her but don't upset her or agitate her." He said. We nod and quickly go to her room.

Y/N was sitting up a little but breathing softly in her sleep. Roman and I stood on the left and Dean stood on her right. We each gently gave her a kiss  as we laid our hands softly on her tummy. Her eyes flutter open and she looks at all of us. "Hey Beautiful. How you feeling?" I asked her. "My throat hurts a little. I'm sorry I tried to stop him from touching me" she whispered softly. I shook my head "No, Baby Girl don't apologize. It's not your fault. You did your best. Don't worry we took care of them." I said softly to her rubbing my thumb gently over her tummy. She nodded softly as she placed her much smaller hands over ours and went back to sleep after whispering a soft "I love you, Alpha's" we all smile at her. "We love you too, our Omega" we all got chairs and sat by her bed hands resting on her tiny baby bump.

The next morning the doctor released Y/N, from the hospital. He gave us strict orders not to let Y/N, over work herself, or anything that can hurt her or the baby or babies. We took her straight home to our shared house. We got her set up on the couch with anything she wanted. "Baby Doll, are you hungry?" Dean asked her as I was putting in our orders for lunch. She nodded and looked at me. "Spicy Chicken Salad, Hot Wings and a one liter pepsi Please, Master?" She asked. When we were alone at home or when no, one was around she always called us by the names she gave us the first night we mated. We never corrected her because it made her happy. "Yes, Baby Girl. Anything for you." I said and put in her order. "While we wait for the food I'm gonna go get in one of the showers alright, Princess?" Roman said to her. She nodded her head "Okay Sir. May I have a kiss?" He smiles as he walked over giving her a soft kiss on the lips and then went upstairs to get in the shower. "I'm getting one too, Baby Girl" I said kissing her soft before going upstairs. Dean looked at her and walked over to her. "Baby Doll, would you like to take a shower with me?" Dean asked her. "Yes Daddy." She answered and he picked her up taking her to one of the other bathrooms in the house. He turns the shower on nice and warm, and strips her, then himself. Dean helps, Y/N into the shower and then gets in himself shutting the door. Me and Roman finished our showers first and went to were Y/N and Dean, were at. Me and Roman lean on the door way watching how gently Dean was being with Y/N. Roman and I were always worried about Dean finding his mate and then it turns out that all three of us get to share the most smart, beautiful, loving, and amazing omega. We all found our anchor and happiness and we wouldn't have it any other way. Roman pulled me out the room and to the kitchen to talk.

"Y/N's, birthday is coming up in a month. I was thinking why don't we plan something for her that she can do?" He said to me as I got plates and cups on the table for when the food got here. "I think that is a perfect idea. What are we going to do about work? We can't leave Y/N by herself and if she does go back we can't leave her without an alpha strong enough to protect her." I said. "Rusev or Nia? Maybe even Baron? They all adore her. Speaking of Nia, said she wants to be God mother of the little pup or pups." He said. "I agree with the choices. Nia I agree with that. Becky wants to as well. I can tell you this, the pup or pups will have a loving and protective family. Did anyone call Randy to let him know Y/N, is okay and home?" I asked him. "Yes I did. He said him and Nia would be over Friday to spend the day here. Out of all the roaster, Y/N is loved by most of us. She never did nothing wrong to anyone." He replied. "Okay I'll go grocery shopping to get food and drinks for Friday. Yeah, I know she is. She is a hell of a actress in the ring but outside the ring she is as soft spoken and sweet as can be. Hell the first time Dean laid eyes on her he was wrapped around her finger like we are." I said and he chuckles an nods agreeing with me.

Dean walks in with Y/N in his arms dressed. "Feel better Baby Girl?" I asked her. "Yes, I'm just hungry" She replies. "The food should be here any minute, Princess" Roman said to her softly. About five minutes later the food got here. I set the table up and put the food all on the table. "I love you, Alpha's" she said softly. "We love you, Omega" We all say at once. We sat at the table eating in a comfortable silence.

After eating dinner Dean and myself clean up and put the leftovers in the fridge. "Alright Baby Girl, let's get to bed" I said softly to her. "Can we watch a movie until I fall asleep?" She asks. "Ofcourse, Baby Doll" Dean says. She held her arms out for Roman to pick her up, an happily Roman obliged to the silent question. After going upstairs to our shared room with a custom built bed big enough for all four of us, I put in a movie to watch.

About halfway through the movie Y/N, had fallen asleep curled up between the three of us. After making sure she was comfortable and completely asleep the three of us went downstairs to have a talk.

"I talked to Nia and Baron. They said that they'd be more than happy to stay with Y/N, and protect her when we aren't around or she doesn't go to the ring with us." I said to the other two as I pour a drink sitting at the table. "That is great. I swear, I ever see them two again I will break their necks myself for touching or even looking at her" Dean said his temper flaring on the last sentence. "Dean clam down. She'll since you're upset." Roman said watching him as the grip on the glass cup he had in his hand got tighter. "Dean loosen up on the cup before you crush it and get cut." I said. Dean put the cup to the side and took a few deep breaths. "Sorry. I should of made her stay in the back or at home. I knew something was gonna happen." Dean said rubbing his face with his hands angrily. "Dean calm down" Roman and I said. We could since  he was getting upset more and blaming himself. I could hear light pitter patter of Y/N's feet. "Dean she's awake. You need to calm down before you do something you won't ever be able to take back." Dean's chest was rising up and down fast. "Daddy, Master, and Sir?" Y/N called out looking for us. "I'll get her Roman. You get him to calm down" I said and he nods his head.

I walk out to the kitchen "Baby Girl, you okay? Do you feel sick or hungry?" I asked her as I pushed her hair from her eyes. "Daddy's upset. I can feel what he is feeling. I want Dean." She said softly. "Baby Girl, Dean needs time to calm down. For your safety and the pup or pups safety. You know how his temper is and I know he wouldn't live with himself if he accidentally hurt you or the pup(s) any harm when he's upset." She frowns at my words. I hug her gently rubbing her back. "Just give Roman a few minutes to get him to calm down, Baby Girl. Okay?" She nods softly against my chest. After some convincing Roman was able to get Dean, to calm down. "Baby Doll?" Dean said softly. Y/N turned around and looked at him. "Dean what's wrong? I can feel you're upset. What's bothering you?" She asks as she walks over to him. "I don't wanna talk about it right now Baby. I don't wanna get worked up again and possibly hurt you not meaning to because if my anger get out of control I don't want to accidentally hurt you or our baby or yours and the others baby. I wouldnt ever be able to live with myself" Dean said. I could tell he was worried genuinely about her and the babies. "You won't hurt me, Dean. I trust you." Y/N, said softly touching his cheek. I seen Dean physically relax into her soft touch.

"Can we go to bed?. I'm getting sleepy again." Y/N asks softly yawning and rubbing her eyes. I nod my head. We went up stairs, laid down and fell fast asleep.

[rissachen]

Vanilla Latte - Shinsoubowl Week day 3 : Coffee Shop

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Here’s my entry for day 3 of @shinsoubowl

Characters : Shinsou Hitoshi, Orginal Character (Ren Sakamoto), Aizawa Shouta, Eri

Edited and beta read by my wonderful friend @foxichus​ and @utinsworld​

Enjoy! :)

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It was a rather pleasant afternoon for Sakamoto Ren, a neurology student studying at Tokyo University, the wind was blowing softly as she made her way down to the coffee shop. Ren was reminded that the new coffee shop has already opened, when she made her way back from university, and since her assignment isn't done yet she thought it's a great idea to swing by the new coffee shop.

 The bell above the door chimmed as Ren opened the door to the coffee shop. Soft jazz was playing in the background and the air smelled strongly of coffee, and she didn't mind it.

 As a kid she hated everything that screams coffee, now, being a medical student that majors in neurologist, she needs caffeine like she needs air, like it's a necessity for her to function properly. So here she is, ordering yet another vanilla latte, she could almost hear uraraka yelling at her to not order yet the same fucking drink every damn hour. But hey, she's doing her assignment, a little caffeine wouldn't hurt a soul.

 As Ren was going to pay for her drink, she noticed the unusually unique hair color of the barista. "Cool hair, did you dye it? Or is it your natural hair color?" Ren asked curiosity got the best of her, the barista only blinked, once, twice, thrice, and silence enveloped them.

"Oh shit, Did I offended you? oh my god, why do I keep asking people personal questions, oh my god I'm so sorry I should've just pay my drink and shut up, sorry" Ren apologized as she handed the barista her money with a flushed face and proceed to get even more flushed as the silence suddenly turned to laughter from the barista, even though she's practically a tomato, she didn't mind the sound of his laughter, it's almost soothing to hear him laugh.

 "I'm really sorry I offended you, I should've mind my own business" Ren said again apologetically, and the boy only laughed even more, making poor Ren even more red if it's actually possible, which suprisingly it is possible.

 "It's been like what, a month? Since I actually got a good laugh" he said, wiping a few tears that managed to escape his eyes, "Again, I'm really sorry" Ren said, "Oh by all means you don't offend me, I was just taken back" the barista said as he finally took the money from Ren, saving her from further embarrassment.

 "Why taken back though? I'm sure this isn't the first time you have been asked questions about your unique hair" Ren said as she took her change from the barista "I wouldn't say this is the first time, I do get a lot of people asking about my hair, but they wouldn't describe it as...unique, they usually call it strange or weird since it's an eyecatching color that's hard to miss" he said as he rubbed the back of his neck averting his eyes from Ren.

 Hearing that people actually thought the beautifully unique colored hair weird or strange Ren felt irritated "What kind of idiotic people would call a beautiful indigo hair weird? Don't listen to those idiots, your hair color is beautiful" Ren said while admiring the barista's hair even more.

 The barista, completely shooked, could only stare at his customer, "T-Thanks, no one have actually said that my hair looks... beautiful" he said with a hint of pink dusting his cheeks, "Well now you got one that will everyday remind you that your hair is awesome" Ren said, a ghost of a smile on her lips, "By the way, it's my natural hair color" he said, answering her question.

 "Oh! No wonder it's so pigmented, the human body really is fascinating, but such unique color...how does one reproduce the color? Do they--" Ren droned as she processed more information as the longer she droned on and on, and somehow, the barista didn't stop her, and just let her droned on as he stared at her, his lips slowly twitched upwards, forming a smile.

 "Oh God, there it goes again, my stupid ramblings, I'm so sorry" Ren said, cheeks flushing red as she stopped and realised that she just rambled on, probably making the barista bored out of his mind, "Oh no, it's okay, it's actually very analytical of you, it's kind of interesting to see you pour out your thoughts on how you view things" he said.

 "Wow, someone that actually doesn't hate me for my annoying weird ramblings, thank you" Ren said as her cheeks turn pink, "Why would people think you're annoying just because you're being analytical? They're just jealous of your sharp skills" it was the barista's turn to get irritated, he said as he huffed.

 "Well I do drone on and on until either someone stopped me or I realised myself, that's why they think I'm weird and annoying, hell, even I think I'm weird and annoying" Ren said, "Do not think you are weird just because you're analytical, it's a skill that maybe not everybody has, so don't think it's weird just because other people think it's weird" the barista said as he pointed a sharpie to her, a cup on the other hand, ready to write her name.

 "Thankyou ummm...." Ren stopped as she realised she didn't knew the barista's name, "Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi" the barista said putting down the sharpie and extending his hand for Ren to shake, "Ren, Sakamoto Ren", Ren said as she shook his hand, "Thankyou Shinshou, it means a lot to me" Ren said, "And thankyou to you too Sakamoto, it means a lot for me too" the barista, Hitoshi said.

 "Just sit wherever you want and I'll bring you your drink later" Hitoshi said as he start to work on Ren's drink "Ok, thanks Shinsou" Ren said as she settled near a window, the afternoon sun colored the sky a sunkissed orange.

 Ren was relieved that no one other than herself was inline, if anyone was inline, they probably would have scowled long since she and the barista that she know now as Hitoshi, were taking their pretty time talking, maybe because it's a weekend evening so the line reduce to only her.

 As Ren sat down and took out her assignment she noticed that the air conditioning was just the perfect temperature and the soft jazz playing in the background only helped her focus.

 So she started doing her assignment. Not long after, Hitoshi came with her latte, but Ren was to immersed on her assignment so he just put the latte on her desk. After about an hour of scribbling sounds, Ren finally put her pen down and stretched her sore muscles, hearing them pop as she stretched.

 She finally took notice of the latte on her desk that should have been cold, but when she took a sip of the latte, it was just the perfect temperature. "You like it?" Hitoshi said from behind the cashier counter, apparently the shop's only occupant are the 2 of them.

 "Yeah I do, the latte is surprisingly still warm" she said, a bit of amazement on her face, at that he laughed, "Yeah, I took your latte twice to warm it up since, you didn't drink it till now, I guess that assignment is really important if you were so immersed doing it" Ren laughed sheepishly.

 "Thanks for warming it up for me, I do tend to get to immersed in my assignments, since I want them to have no mistakes" he nodded along, as if a sign of agreement, "I almost do the same thing everytime I got an assignment" he said, as he peeked over to see her work, "What are you majoring in? Your assignment seems tough" he said.

 "I major as a medical student specialising in neurologist at Tokyo University" she said, "The assignment IS tough since my professor gave me a lot of disease cases that are usually rare in neurology" Ren said, Hitoshi laughed at that, "I have a professor like that to, most of the time he gave me projects that is just straight up hard or even impossible to make".

 Ren laughed, "Oh you also have it tough then, what are you majoring in?" Ren asked back, curioused, "I major in engineering specialising in mechanical engineering at Tokyo University" Hitoshi said, "Oh wow, I never thought you were a mechanical major" Ren said, genuinely surprised, "I never thought you're majoring in neurologist either".

 At that, both of them laughed, "I also wasn't expecting that we go to the same university" Ren said, astonishment in her voice, "I got a scholarship for Tokyo University, so I thought why not going there" Hitoshi said with a shrug, "Oh, me too, I also got a scholarship there, so I decided to go there" Ren replied.

 "We have a lot in common don't we?" Hitoshi questioned with a laugh following, "Yeah, we do" Ren replied, Hitoshi glanced at the watch at his wrist, "It's almost time for my shift to end, where is that guy?", Hitoshi said looking around the perimeter of the shop, "I'm gonna go and finish up around the shop" Hitoshi said, "Oh ok, go ahead" Ren said as she continued drinking her latte.

 And after a good 5 minutes a brown haired guy came in to take Hitoshi's place, "You wanna go home now?" Ren asked as she tuck away her assignment into her bag, "Yeah, you?" Hitoshi said as he untie the apron on his waist and gave it to the guy that just arrived.

 "Me too, my assignment's all finished, all I need is to just turn it in on Monday" Ren said, "Do you live nearby?" Hitoshi asked, a bit curious, "I do live nearby, what about you?" Ren asked back, "I live around here too" He replied, "Wanna walk back together?" Ren asked, "Sure, just give me a sec" He said as he disappeared through a door.

 Ren decided to wait outside beside the door to the shop, a minute later and a puff of indigo hair approached her. "Ready?" Hitoshi asked, "Yea, let's go" Ren said, as they walked side by side, the sun set over the horizon dyeing the sky a deep tangerine.

 They walked on the side pavement, cool breeze brushing past them as the peripheral view around them dyed a more darker shade of tangerine, they walked in silence. After a while the silence became unbearable so Hitoshi decided to broke it.

 "So...um, where do you live?" He asked Ren, "Oh, I live just around this corner" Ren said, "But I think I want to go grocery shopping, so you can go ahead first" Ren continued, "Oh..okay, see you on monday then?" Hitoshi asked, "Yeah, see you on monday", both Ren and Hitoshi, waved goodbye, and went their own separate ways.

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 Ren came home, holding 3 huge grocery bags, she was having a bit of difficulty carrying the bags, but she can manage. Turns out there was a flash sale at the store, and she came just in time for the sale to start.

 After much struggling, Ren finally arrived at her door, she dropped the grocery bags and winced when they made a loud thud, she started to rumage for her keys, when suddenly the door next to hers, opened.

 She was getting ready to apologise for the loud noise, when a familiar face appeared from behind that door, "Shinsou?" Ren asked confused, "Sakamoto?" Hitoshi asked back, "You live here?" Ren asked, "Yeah I do, I didn't knew that you also lived here" Hitoshi said back, still surprise.

 "Sorry, I must have disturbed you, from the loud thud" Ren said, apolagizing while she inserted her key, "Oh no, it's fine I didn't came out because of the noise, I was just going to find dinner for myself", he said.

 "Say..., do you know any good and cheap restaurants around here? I don't know the area too well, since I just moved yesterday" he asked, "Ohhh so the boxes yesterday was yours" Ren said, as if having a revelation, "Yeah, it was mine" Hitoshi said rubbing the back of his neck while averting his eyes, somehow feeling timid. "Um… so… do you know any good and cheap restaurants?" Hitoshi asked again

 "You know what? Specially only for today, I'll cook for you, to celebrate you moving in" Ren said, while unlocking her door, "Oh no, really you don't have to go through the trouble" Hitoshi said, worried he would cause trouble for his new neighbour,

 "It's okay, besides I was going to cook fried rice for myself and I bought too many ingredients" Ren said as she opened her door. "You sure it wouldn't be a bother?" Hitoshi asked again, afraid he would be a bother to her.

 "No, of course not, I insisted" Ren said while reaching for her grocery bags, but Hitoshi beat her to it, taking 2 of her bags, "This is the least I could do for you, since you're going to cook for me" Hitoshi said.

 "Oh, ok thanks" Ren said picking up her remaining grocery bags and entered her apartment, "Come on in", Ren said, gesturing him to come in, "Sorry, for intruding" He said as he took of his shoes, Ren placed her bags on top of the kitchen counter, followed by Hitoshi, "Make yourself at home" Ren said, as she took out the groceries out of the bag.

 Hitoshi sat at the floor by the table, and examined Ren's apartment, though it was a rather cramped apartment, it was enough for a person to live in. Ren washed the ingredients in silence, when Hitoshi suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

 "How long have you been living here?" he asked, curious, "Since my first semester, the rent is cheap, and it's not far from university, and it even has an air conditioner and heater" Ren said, while washing the ingredients, she then peeled the carrots, and started chopping them along with the leek that was also washed.

 Ren then chopped some garlics for their fried rice, she then cut the shrimps into small pieces along with ham, when she remembered something, "Oh, I just remembered, there are some really cheap restaurants around here, like around 5 minutes from here, there is this really cheap ramen shop I think it's around, ouch--" the chopping sounds suddenly stopped and Hitoshi perked up, turns out, Ren wasn't paying attention, and accidentally cut herself.

 "What happened? Did you cut yourself?" Hitoshi asked, taking a step closer to Ren, taking her injured hand to have closer look. Having her hand suddenly grabbed, she blushed a bit, Hitoshi not noticing it, asked Ren, "Do you have any first aid kits?" he asked Ren, she didn't respond, too focused on the warm and surprisingly, soft hands of her new (sweet) neighbor.

 "Ren?" Hitoshi asked again, snapping her back to reality, "O-Oh! Ah yeah, um first aid kits, y-yeah I have them, let me, uh, let me, take them out real quick!" Ren said, while she ran to what was persumed as the bathroom.

 Feeling the lost of warmth from his hands, realization hit Hitoshi like bricks, out of concern for his neighbour, he just accidentally, grabbed her hand, red crept across his face as it fully hits him, that he just grabbed a girl's hand, moreover, his new friend's hand, he looked at his hand, already missing the tiny and soft hand of Ren.

 Meanwhile, Ren on the other hand, wasn't doing well either, her face bloomed into a red tomato, as soon as she entered her safe haven, the bathroom, she can feel the heat in her face as she brought up her hands to touch her face, her injured hand long forgotten, she didn't know either what made her so flustered or how her heart started to beat so fast that it aches.

 "I don't have heart issues do I?" she asked, to nobody in particular, she only hoped Hitoshi didn't realised her long absent, because she needs time to cool down, a lot of time indeed. After Ren cooled down, she then took the first aid kit, and brought it back to her kitchen.

 "Here it is, my first aid kit" Ren said, as she showed Hitoshi her first aid kit, but Hitoshi seemed... dazed, as if his focus is somewhere else, "Shinsou?" Ren called again staring at Hitoshi, trying to get his attention, "Ah? A-Ah yeah, uh, your first aid kit, umm, let's sit first" Hitoshi said, as he snapped back to reality.

 He reached out to guide Ren's hand to where she should sit, but then he retracted his hand back, and somehow, her heart felt a pang. At this point, she is seriously considering to ask her friend, Momo, a genius cardiology student whether she had some heart issues, her heart seemed...odd, like how it's beating so fast, or how her heart did somersaults, or the pang that she just experienced.

 Ren sat across Hitoshi, "Let me see your hand" Hitoshi asked, as he hold out his hand, Ren slowly placed her injured hand on Hitoshi's hand, ah, there it is again, her heart started doing those stupid somersaults again.

 "Hmmm, fortunately, you injury isn't that deep, so rubbing alcohol should do the trick" Hitoshi said as he wetted a cotton pad with rubbing alcohol and lightly dabbed on Ren's injured hand, she hissed, but didn't retracted her hand, Hitoshi gave a little squeeze to her hand, reassuring her, and somehow, the pain of rubbing alcohol suddenly disappeared, because all she could hear was the loud thumping of her heart, she could only hope Hitoshi didn't hear how loud her heart beats.

 Noticing that Ren had somehow adjusted to the rubbing alcohol, Hitoshi continued to lightly dab at her injury, all the while, trying to calm his loud beating heart, he should stop consuming too much caffeine, it's not healthy, judging by how hard his heart is beating.

 Ren's injury is finally cleansed, and Hitoshi wrapped her hand in a band aid with little cute cat pattern in it, he tried to stiffle his laugh, over the cute pattern of her band aid, but eventually asked her where she bought the band aids, since secretly he was a huge fan of cats, "Since I'm all patched up, I should start cooking now" Ren said, after she came back from putting her first aid kit back in the bathroom, “No you’re not, I’m gonna be the one cooking” Hitoshi said.

 “But I was the one that was gonna cook for you, plus you’re the guest here” Ren said, trying to argue with Hitoshi, “All I’m gonna do is cook, you already washed and chopped the vegetables and even the shrimp and ham, plus, I felt a bit guilty, since the whole reason you got injured was because you were telling me about a cheap restaurant that I asked before” Hitoshi said, guilt could be heard in his voice, a bit of a pout on his face

 Ren couldn’t help but sucked a breath in when she saw the cute little pout that formed on Hitoshi’s lips, making him seemingly even more cuter, if he wasn’t already cute enough “Oh you, now I’m the one feeling guilty” Ren said, as she laughed a little, “No, you shoudn’t have, I’m the one at fault here, so no complaints, I’m gonna be the one to cook and that’s final, just tell me what to put in first” Hitoshi said, as he took what seemed to be a frying pan.

 “Wait… you don’t know how to cook fried rice?” Ren said, as the realization hit her when Hitoshi asked for directions, “I know how to cook it, but I wanna know your style of fried rice, who knows, I might like your style better than how I used too cook fried rice” Hitoshi said.

 Hearing that Hitoshi was curious on how Ren usually cook, her heart started beating faster again, and now if she was still considering whether to ask her friend Momo or not, she definitely should ask her friend whether she has heart issues or not, her heart keeps acting up.

 “O-Oh, uh, okay then” Ren said as her cheeks dusted pink. Ren gave Hitoshi the directions to make her style of fried rice, and surprisingly, despite being an engineer, Hitoshi was a good cook, after almost all the ingredients and sauces have been mixed, it was time to taste test it.

 Hitoshi scooped a spoonful of fried rice and tested it, Ren waiting for a reaction from him, after a while, his eyes grew wide, and he turned too Ren, giving her a thumbs up, “It tastes good, you should try it” Hitoshi said as he scooped another spoonful of fried rice, and feed it to Ren, who without a second thought, ate it.

 Hitoshi than realized something very crucial that instantly turned his face red, he just ate the fried rice from the very same spoon he fed Ren with, he should have changed spoons, but it was so good he wanted Ren to taste it as fast as possible, moreover, it’s not like she broke her arm and can’t move it, she could have eaten it by herself, without even being spoon fed by him. Ren tasted it and nodded approvingly, “Yeah, this is it, my style of fried rice” she said.

 On the other hand, her heart was pounding very fast, she just ate with the same spoon that Hitoshi ate from, she was too eager to taste the fried rice that she didn’t think again, and just ate what he gave her, moreover, Hitoshi just fed her. He. Just. Fed. Her, isn’t this usually in those cheesy romance novels that uraraka just love too read, what was it called again? Indirect what? Ren didn’t remembered, she was too flustered to think straight.

 “U-Uh, it’s-it’s good!, I should, uh, prepare the tables!” Ren said, as she dashed to where the cabinet’s are, “Oh!, uh, Okay! I’m just gonna, um, finish up around here!” Hitoshi said as he, kept stirring the already cooked fried rice, deep red coloring their faces, as they tried to calm down their frantic beating heart.

 The tables were set, and the fried rice was evenly distributed between two plates, Ren and Hitoshi sat across each other, “Itadakimasu!” They both said at the same time, and started eating, Ren looked at the clock on her wall, “Oh!, it’s starting!” Ren said as she got up from her seating position to take the remote control, Hitoshi raised an eyebrow at her excitement “Mind if I turn it on?” She asked Hitoshi, “Sure, go ahead” Hitoshi said.

 Ren turned the tv on and searched for the right channel, after finding it, she turned up the volume, and put down the remote, “This is…Jeopardy!” The tv exclaimed, as they ate, the tv show, that was named Jeopardy, began introducing their contestant, after the contestants and host have been introduced the show continued, “Here we go, jeopardy round! And the categories, would be divided into 2 main categories, the workings of the nerve system, and the workings of machines”, the host continued, this time introducing the quiz categories “Oh! This is gonna be fun” Ren said as she continued eating, Hitoshi perked up when the word ‘machines’ were mentioned.

 “Alright Bob” the tv host said, asking the contestant, Bob, the doctor, to pick a topic from the two main topics, “The workings of the nerve system $200 please” the contestant picked, “Nicee, Bob, good choice” Ren said, after she swallowed her fried rice, “Friedreich ataxia is caused by a mutation of a gene locus on which chromosome? Chromosome 4, 9, 14, or 19?.” The host said, “Chromosome 9. It was from an autosomal recessive disorder resulting from a mutation of a gene locus” Ren immediately answered, not giving Bob, the doctor, even a second to think, Hitoshi was impressed at how fast she answered.

 Bob immediately answered, “Chromosome 14" the wrong answer sound effect played and Ren sighed in frustration "It was easy Bob, it was chromosome 9, how did you even get that wrong”, Ren said a bit irritated

 “Chromosome 14 is for follicular lymphoma and friends not friedreich ataxia” Ren said, frustrated, “And friends?” Hitoshi asked, a bit curious, “The mutation of chromosome 14 can lead to different kinds of disease, one of them is the follicular lymphoma, there’s a lot other of diseases that is caused by the mutation of the chromosome 14, but friedreich ataxia is definitely not caused by chromose 14” Ren said, explaining her answer.

 Hitoshi was surprised at how fast she could answer the question and even giving an explanation for her answer, and also the wrong answer that Bob who is apparently a doctor, gave the host.

 "Too bad Bob, better luck next time" the host said, "Alright, Karen" the host said, turning his attention to Karen, an engineer, "The workings of the machine, $200 please" she picked, "Oh" Hitoshi said, as his spoon stopped mid way to his mouth,

 "Which of these mechanism has six links? Is it Tchebicheff, hart, peaucellier or watt?" the host said, "Hart's mechanism requires only six links, it's Harts Karen, hart's" Hitoshi answered, as if he was Karen, Ren could only stare at Hitoshi, astonished at his speed "Peaucellier mechanism" and yet again, the wrong sound effect played, "Peaucellier requires 8 links, Karen, 8 not 6, how could you forget something that easy" Hitoshi sighed, a hint of frustration on his voice.

 "Wow, you answered at the speed of nightling, I'm shocked" Ren said praising him, all the while clapping a little, "T-Thanks" Hitoshi said, pink spread across his cheeks, when he suddenly, noticed.

 "Nightling?" Hitoshi asked, "Ah, S-Sorry, it's kind of a habit" Ren said, suddenly embarrassed, "Us neuro students like too use the catchphrase 'at the speed of lightning' since the shape of it is kinda similar to nerves, like it branches too a lot of branch, like nerves", Ren explained

 "But we kinda changed it to nightling, since we have a really popular lecturer, that likes to be a nightling", Ren continued, "Nightling means lightning that strikes at night, he really likes too change schedules or give us assignments or notices at, well, kinda ungodly hours, so he kinda strikes like a lightning at night" Ren ended her explaination

 "Oh, I just knew there was that kind of lecturer" Hitoshi said, surprised, "Yeah, there is, he's really popular too, for a lot of different reasons", Ren said, "What kind of reasons?" Hitoshi asked, curious, "One of them was that behind his all black outfit, lies a heart of gold, do you have any lecturer's that's really popular? " Ren asked, curious "Oh, there was this really popular lecture, she was--" They continued their conversation, tv long forgotten.

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 "Here you go, tea" Ren said, handing Hitoshi a mug of tea, another one on her hand. The cool breeze of the veranda making the tea the perfect temperature.

 "Thanks for inviting me to dinner, your fried rice is really good" Hitoshi said, while sipping his tea, "I should be the one thanking you, besides, you're the one who cook, not me" Ren said laughing a little.

 "Still, you were the one giving me directions" Hitoshi said, "Well.. fair enough" Ren said, "Really, thanks though" Hitoshi said, showing his genuineness, "Thank you to you too, for cooking today" Ren said back, comfortable silence enveloped them when suddenly, Ren spoke up. 

 "Say.... does your hair feel... stiff?" Ren said, curious, "No, it doesn't, why?" Hitoshi asked back, confused, "No, just curious, it's just that, the way it stands up, I thought it would be stiff" Ren said turning her attention back to the mug at her hand.

 When suddenly Hitoshi asked, "Do you wanna feel it?" He said, "Um, no, uh, it's okay, I'm satisfied with your answer" Ren said, resisting her will to touch his hair, Hitoshi laughed at that, knowing full well his friend is far from satisfied, "It's okay, I don't mind, go on a head" Hitoshi said, moving his head closer for Ren to touch.

 Ren, put her mug down, hesitant but surely, she raised her hand and touched the soft indigo hair of Hitoshi’s, "Wow... It's softer than I thought, how does the nerve, keep it standing? Oh could it be because of--" Ren said, mumbling while feeling more of Hitoshi's hair.

 Hitoshi could only hope Ren doesn't notice his rapid heart, beating a mile per minute, should he ask Aizawa whether he has a cardiologist friend? It seems like he has heart problems

 "Oh, I-I'm so sorry Shinsou!, I-I lost track of myself again..." Ren said, apologising, Hitoshi looked up, ready to tell Ren that it was fine, when he noticed, Ren's red face, was she always this red? He doesn't know.

 "Oh, uh, no it's-it's ok, it's fine" Hitoshi said, the atmosphere suddenly took a drastic change, and awkward silence surrounded them, red was visible on their faces, and they turn their faces opposites way, hoping the other wouldn't notice their faces.

 After a while, Ren broke the silence, "Um, thanks for satisfying my curiosity Shinsou" Ren said, after fully calming down, "You're welcome Sakamoto" Hitoshi replied, a smile tugging on his lips, when suddenly a loud ringtone blasted.

 It was Hitoshi's phone, he fished it out, and an alarm with the caption ‘FEED SUSHI’ was written in caps lock, "Ah, it's time to feed sushi" Hitoshi said, dismissing the alarm, "Sushi? Oh! Is it your cat?" Ren guessed.

 "Yeah, how did you know it was a cat? Are you a pyschic?" Hitoshi joked, "It's just that you were acting kinda ecstatic, when you saw my band aid" Ren said, raising her hand with a band aid that has cat patterns on it, "Haha, you got me there" Hitoshi said.

 "Well, I gotta go feed my cat" Hitoshi said, "Um, could I... Nevermind" Ren said, taking back her request, "What is it?" Hitoshi asked, "No, it's nothing" Ren said, reassuring him that everything was fine with a smile on her lips.

 "Ok, now I'm curious, what is it" Hitoshi said, crossing his arms, demanding an answer from Ren, "Really, it's nothing, you should feed your cat" Ren tried to change the topic, "Yeah, I'm not leaving till you tell me what" Hitoshi said, not budging from his place.

 Ren sighed and gave in, "Guess I couldn't hide anything from you" Ren said, "Could I... interact with your cat?" Ren said, quite literally, "Interact? You mean meet my cat?" Hitoshi asked, a bit confused, "Ah yes, I mean meet your cat, I have an assignment, that needs me to interact with a cat and write down what is the cat's response to the interaction" Ren said, explaining herself.

 "Well I don't see the harm on it, you neuro students have it tough" Hitoshi said, "Yeah, we do" Ren said, opening her door, not before taking a small notebook and a pen.

 Hitoshi rumaged for his key and fished it out, inserting it to the door, he turned the door knob and was greeted with a meowing sound "Meow" the cat who apparently is a she, meowed, demanding to be fed.

 "Ok, just wait a minute" Hitoshi said as he stepped in, "Come on in" Hitoshi said, inviting Ren into his apartment, "Sorry for intruding" Ren said, slipping out of her slippers and kneeling down infront of the cat.

 "Hello, I'm Ren, Shinsou's neighbour, you must be sushi" Ren said extending her hand to the cat, as if to pet her, "Careful, I wouldn't be so friendly if I were you", Hitoshi said, filling sushi's food container, "Why? She doesn't seem that bad" Ren said.

 "Yeah, when I-- wait what?" Hitoshi whirlled around, and there she was, the cat was laying on her back, letting herself being scratched on the belly while purring ecstatically.

 Hitoshi could only gawk, "She, she wasn't that friendly with me when we first met" Hitoshi said, feeling betrayed by his own cat, "How was she, when you both first meet?" Ren said, still scratching sushi's belly.

 "She scratched and hissed at me when I tried to pet her", Hitoshi said, while walking over to where Ren and sushi is, a full bowl of cat food on his hand.

 "How did you tame her?" Hitoshi asked, astonished, while placing the bowl near her, "I just extended my hand, and waited for her" She said, as sushi propped back up and began eating her food.

 "So you just, like, extended your hand and did nothing?" Hitoshi asked, still confused, "Yeah, she was the one that thrusted her head at me" Ren said, "Wow, you're like an animal tamer, or something" Hitoshi said, still confused.

 "I once read an article about cats, it said that cat's feel threatened when a new person comes, so if you want to pet the cat without getting scratched, you just need to extend your hand and do nothing, the cat will then think you're not a threat if you didn't try to instantly touch them, and I was curious and tried the theory and it actually worked" Ren explained

 "Oh, so that's the secret" Hitoshi said, slightly nodding his head, "Mind if I borrow your table for a sec?" Ren asked, "Sure, go ahead" Hitoshi said.

 Ren stood up and made her way to the table, opening her notebook and jotting down her succesful result of interaction with the cat.

 Ren was too immersed taking notes, when suddenly, Hitoshi's door bell rang, he stood up and made his way to the door.

 When he opened it, he was greeted with a hug, "Big brother Hitoshi! I missed you!" Eri said, hugging Hitoshi's leg, as soon as she let go of his leg, he kneeled down, and smiled at her, hugging her back, "I missed you too", Hitoshi said, ruffling her hair,

 "Hey" Shouta greeted him, "Hey dad" Hitoshi greeted back, "You got guests?" Shouta asked, peeking behind Hitoshi,

 "Just one, my friend", Hitoshi said "Ok" Shouta said, "What brings you here dad, eri?" Hitoshi said, stepping back into his apartment, letting Shouta and Eri to come inside his small apartment, Eri crouching beside sushi, watching her eat, while petting her

 "Eri missed you, and I wanted to see how you're doing since I have night classes yesterday and can't come check on you" Shouta said, explaining himself, "Oh, thanks for checking up on me dad, even though you're busy" Hitoshi said, a smile tugging his lips, as he averted his eyes, Shouta smiled and ruffled his hair

 "Even when you're already in college you never change, I would always have time to check on you, no matter how busy I am", Shouta said, his tone full of fondness for the indigo haired boy.

 "Oh, big brother Hitoshi, sushi's done eating" Eri said, notifying her older brother, "Oh, okay" Hitoshi said, while approaching his little sister.

 Ren, not noticing the presence of Hitoshi's family, scribbled away at her little notebook, Shouta that was curious of his son's guest, took a peek at her, and widened his eyes,

 "Well, I wasn't expecting to see Sakamoto here" Shouta said, surprised, as he took a seat across Ren, "Huh? You know Sakamoto?" Hitoshi asked, surprised that his dad knew who his friend is, he then went to the sink to fill the container with water and gave it back to sushi for her to drink. 

 "Well, she's my student" Shouta said, "Oh, really? I didn't knew", Hitoshi said, surprised, "Well, remember that one, student I always talk about?" Shouta asked, Hitoshi paused a bit, back trackingto the few students that managed to get his father's attention "Is it the one you said, that's quick to understand and often gave answers you were not expecting?" Hitoshi asked, not sure which student his dad is talking about.

 "Yeah, that's her" Shouta said, pointing at Ren who was mumbling to herself while scribbling on her notebook, seemingly in her own world,

 Hitoshi was surprised, he knew his dad has very high standards, only a selective of his students can amaze him, and he was certainly not expecting Ren to be one of them

 Ren put down her pen and closed her notebook, stretching from her crouching position, when she opened her eyes and came face to face with her professor.

 "Professor Aizawa!" Ren said as she quickly sat up, seemingly very tense, "Hello Sakamoto" Shouta replied, keeping his neutral expression, the air around them was tense, as if they were in a court room and not some small cramped apartment. 

 "What brings you here?" Shouta asked, hands in front of his chest, intimidating Ren, "I was doing your assignment sir, I was writting down what was the response of the cat that I interacted with" as if on cue, sushi jumped on Ren's lap, resting there. 

 "And what is your conclusion?" Shouta asked, "I reached a conclusion where--" Ren explained her very long answer, Shouta nodding along, while both Hitoshi and poor Eri seemed lost.

 "And, that is my conclusion" Ren said, at this point, she can no longer feel her legs, "Okay, print your answer and submit it on Friday”, Shouta said to his student. 

 "Oh by the way, you don't need to sit so formally since we're not even in class, I bet your tibial nerve is giving you leg cramps" Shouta said, "At this point, I don't think, I can feel my legs anymore sir" Ren said since her professor gave her permission to sit normally, she tried moving her legs into a better sitting position

 "Seriously dad? Cats?" Hitoshi said, shaking his head, "Well, they need to know how the nerve works in animals to, so I picked cats" Shouta said as sushi came to him, asking to be pet, "Are you done yet, dad?" Eri asked as she approached her dad asking for his attention. 

 At that, Ren perked up, 'dad?' her voice not more than a whisper , as she tried to massage the cramps away, too bad Shouta heard her, "Yeah, dad, I may act like I'm heartless, but I have kids" Shouta said, stroking Eri's hair. 

 "Oh, um, I'm sorry for saying it out loud, I was just not expecting you to have kids sir, and it doesn't have any relation to you being heartless, because you're not heartless, you just want us, your students to improve faster because you care for us sir" Ren said

 Both Shouta and Hitoshi only blinked, once, twice, and then Shouta spoke up again, "See? Tell me you were expecting that" Shouta said to his son, "I, I wasn't expecting that kind of answer" Hitoshi said, surprised,

 Ren was confused, but then something clicked, "But then if you sir, is dad, than..." Ren's eyes travelled to Hitoshi, "Surprise, surprise, I'm his son" Hitoshi said, and realisation hit her like bricks, "Ah, I see..." Ren said, still surprised.

 "Under no circumstances you are  allowed to tell a single soul that Hitoshi is my son" Shouta said to his student, "If word got out, that Hitoshi is my son, I'm getting you expelled" Shouta said,

 "I understand sir, I will not tell a single soul that Shinsou is your son" Ren said, her seating position was back to formal, while her whole body was visibly tense.

 Suddenly, Histoshi broke into a laughing fit, it was apparently so funny he even doubled over in laughter, "Sakamoto, dad is just joking with you, the whole university knew dad has 2 kids, and some of them even knew one of them is me" Hitoshi informed Ren,

 Ren turned so red, that she needed to cover her face, Eri giggled at her, and even Shouta laughed a little, "I didn't knew about that, I was afraid if word got out about Professor Aizawa having a son that goes to the same university, either you get expelled or Professor Aizawa got fired, so I swore to not let word out" Ren explained,

 "Yet another unexpected answer", Shouta said, Hitoshi nodding along, "You're funny" Eri said to Ren, "Why thankyou, beautiful, what's your name? I'm Ren" Ren said introducing herself,

 "I'm Eri, are you also a student like big brother Hitoshi is?" Eri asked, curious, "Yeah I am, though I'm studying what your dad is teaching", Ren said,

 "Oh! Really?! Neurology?!" Eri exclaimed, Ren was completely surprised that such a young girl already knew neurology, of course she should have guessed, she was the daughter of her genius professor,

 "Yeah! It is!", Ren exclaimed back, matching Eri's enthusiasm, "Oh, oh, tell me more!" Eri asked, Ren and Eri talked while, Shouta and Hitoshi only stared at their interaction, it was surprising how Eri was the one to talk to Ren first, she was always very shy, but she was already warming up to Ren. 

 "I approve Hitoshi" Shouta suddenly said, "Huh? Approve what?", Hitoshi asked, confused "Sakamoto as your girlfriend" Shouta said, at that, Hitoshi grew red, "I-It's not like that dad! We're just friends!" Hitoshi said, embarrassed, "Sure, of course you are" Shouta said, believing none of it,

 "You're so fun to talk to Eri, I wish we could talk more, I but I have to go back" Ren said standing up, "Aww, don't go back yet big sister Ren", Eri said, reluctant to say goodbye to her. 

 "I promise we would talk again soon" Ren said, crouching down to match Eri's level, "Promise?" Eri asked, holding out her pinky, "Promise" Ren said as she hold out her own pinky, sealing their promise,

 Ren stood up again, and bowed to her professor, "Thank you and I'm sorry for taking your personal time to hear my answer outside of class, I hope you have a good night sir", Ren said, "You too, sakamoto, have a good night" Shouta answered back. 

 As Ren was making her way to her door, Shouta suddenly spoke up, "Hitoshi, why don't you accompany Sakamoto outside?" He said, "Oh no sir, it's okay, I can go out by myself, I don't want to take even more of Shinsou's family time", Ren said, reluctant,

 "It's okay, besides I'm just showing you outside, it won't take that much long" Hitoshi said, leading Ren to his front door,

 "Okay then, if you insisted" Ren said, and turn back one last time to say her final goodbye, "Goodbye sir, goodbye Eri!" She said, waving goodbye to them, Shouta and Eri waving back to her.

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 Hitoshi lead Ren to the front door, "Thanks for showing me out", Ren said, "Thanks for giving me dinner tonight" Hitoshi replied, the night air blowing past them, as they stood outside, comfortable silence enveloping them neither Hitoshi or Ren made a move to go back to their respective places.

 "You have a great family Shinsou, tell Professor Aizawa thanks again, and Eri too, they both are really sweet" Ren said, "Haha, dad would laugh when he heard you call him sweet" Hitoshi said laughing a little

 "Why? Both he and Eri are really sweet" Ren said, "Well, nobody seemed to ever call dad sweet, just terrifying, or evil, or something along those lines" Hitoshi said, "Well.. He is a bit terrifying, but he acts cold and heartless because he wanted us to progress faster, and that kind of act is what I found sweet from Professor Aizawa" Ren said

 Hitoshi laughed and with that the comfortable silence enveloped them again, neither taking a step back to their apartments, "What about your family Sakamoto?" Hitoshi asked, curious, "Oh, they're working abroad, my dad is in America and my mom is in Canada" Ren said, loneliess on her tone, "Oh... um, okay, sorry for asking" Hitoshi said, feeling guilty from the sad tone of his friend, "No it's fine" Ren said, a reassuring smile on her face.

 The silence returned and they stood still, not moving even an inch, when Ren spoke up, “Today was fun, thank you, Shinsou”, Ren said a smile tugging on her lips, “Thank you to you too Sakamoto” He replied with a smile on his face. The silence continued when suddenly, Ren muttered “I wish time would just stand still here, I wanna be with you a little bit longer”, she said under her breath, “H-Huh?” Hitoshi replied back, apparently hearing what Ren said.

 Ren turned red, “Uh, um, What?, anyways I, uh, gotta go back home, see you tomorrow, Shinsou!” Ren said in a hurry as she fished out her keys, and unlocked her door, closing the door shut, leaving the confused indigo haired boy alone.

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 Soon, monday came faster then Ren thought, she opened her door with a yawn, locking it with her keys, she turned around and saw a puff of indigo hair infront of her.

 “Hey” Hitoshi greeted her, “Oh uh, hey, why are you up so early in the morning?” Ren said, pink dusting her cheeks, hoping that Hitoshi would forget what she said at Saturday, “I have morning classes today, you?”, Hitoshi replied, “Same, I have morning classes too, Professor Aizawa’s the lecture by the way, I hope he doesn’t reschedule my class” Ren said, stifling a yawn,

 “You might want to check your messages first, he was messaging me at 3 am yesterday, or well, today”, Hitoshi said as they began walking, “I checked, but there was no messages from him” Ren said, while walking beside Hitoshi, “Oh really? I hope your classes wouldn’t get rescheduled” Hitoshi said. 

 “I sure hope so, oh by the way—", They walked to the station together, the sun slowly rising to it’s full glory, as the two college student chattered away, laughter and giggles filled the otherwise lonely dull pavement of the road, as they made their way to college starting each other’s day with smiles on their faces. 

 It started with a simple innocent order of vanilla latte and a simple curious question and both of them got more than what they were expecting that day, an admirer, a neighbour, and a friend, warming up their hearts. 

Thankyou for reading! :)

[wayward-river]

My Bulldog

Reggie x Sweet Pea Sister!Reader 

AN: This is my first attempt at writing for Reggie so I hope y’all like it! All mistakes are my own and I do not own the gif. As always shout out to @xserpentlife for being my beta on this! Enjoy this 3284 Reggie fic!

AN 2: This was requested! My requests are open still so if you have one don’t be shy to send it in! Hope the nonny who requested likes this! 

AN 3 : I am also trying out something new with a separator to make it look better since tumblr doesn’t like my spacing and pretty much deletes it so let me know if y’all want it to continue that way or if you absolutely hate it and its confusing! Just trying out different things. 

Warnings: Violence, Abuse, Talk of past abuse, If that is triggering in any way please do not read. 

You walked out of your last class your eyes searching a smile lighting up your face as you locked eyes with Reggie leaning against your locker.

“I can’t believe you and Mantle of all people.” Sweet Pea scoffed.

You smacked his shoulder

“He’s cute and he didn’t give up I mean he tried for two months.”

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “Yeah but remember when he hated us. If I remember right he called you a Serpent -”

“It’s in the past Pea, just drop it and be nice if he shows up to the Wyrm. People can change.” You scolded him as you walked away towards your locker.

“I still don’t get it” Sweet Pea muttered.

“Yeah well she didn’t get the whole Josie thing either” Fangs quipped.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “Yeah well I thought my sister would have learned her lesson through my mistakes.”

“Hey handsome” You smiled standing up on your tiptoes as you pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

“Hi beautiful” Reggie smiled as his hands went to your waist bringing you into him. “Your brother seems to love me extra today.”

You rolled your eyes. “I wish you two could just get along for at least like an hour. I mean you could try at the Wyrm tonight?”

“I don’t know Y/N I don’t think I’m exactly welcome there. Plus I have a game tonight remember? I thought you were coming?”

“I am Reg. I just thought you know after we could meet up with everyone. I really want you to get to know them.” You pleaded.

“I know baby, but I get it. I wasn’t really the best to begin with I mean I’m really lucky to have gotten a chance with you after some of my comments” Reggie looked down at you his grip tighter on your hips.

“Yeah well, I am a forgiving person plus you were raised to hate anyone that wasn’t a northsider, I get it but I’m glad we got past it and I’m glad you changed.”

Reggie chuckled. “Yeah we are a modern day Romeo and Juliet.”

You leaned up pressing your lips against Reggies.

“I’ll see you at the game?” Reggie asked.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” You grabbed Reggies hand as he led you to your bike.

You walked out the doors praying that your brother and Fangs would be gone. To your luck they were standing there messing around.

“Oh boy. Please just don’t take anything he says seriously.”

Reggie hummed, his arm still around you.

Sweet Pea and Fangs looked up to the sound of footsteps nearing them. “Mantle.” Sweet Pea glared.

“Sweet Pea.” Reggie answered. “I was uh just walking Y/N to her bike” Reggie turned to you pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll see you at the game later”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” You smiled as you watched him walk away.

“You are going to a bulldog game? I never thought I’d see the day.” Sweet Pea laughed.

You glared at your brother. “When your boyfriend is the quarterback you go to the games.”

Sweet Pea sighed. “Just be careful okay? You coming to the Wyrm after?”

You shook your head no. “I think I’m going over to Reggie’s after. He doesn’t exactly feel welcome at the Wyrm.”

Sweet Pea put his hands up in surrender. “Hey not my fault.”

You scoffed. “Kind of is. You know the younger ones wouldn’t give him shit if you were just nice.”

“I’m sorry if I’m trying to protect my baby sister from being heart broken.”

“Reggie would never.” You straddled your bike. “I’m going home, I won’t be home until late, so don’t wait up.” You smirked as you started up your bike.

“Gross Y/N/N. I don’t need to know your sex life.” Sweet Pea groaned.

“Yeah well at least you don’t have to hear the girls. “Oh Sweet Pea right there, Oh Sweet Pea you are so good.” and that one weird “I’ve been a bad girl daddy.” Cause that is so much fun to hear that about your older brother.”

Sweet Pea went silent. “Valid point I’ll try to tone down the babes.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah...sure.” You flipped him off as you headed home.

You sat in the stands your black serpent jacket clashing against the blue and gold shirts and jackets. Some would make comments at the beginning until they found out you were Reggies girl and began to leave you alone.

You hollered as you watched Reggie throw to Archie running it in tieing up the score.

You watched Reggie run off the field, waiting for the defense to hopefully make a stop so he can get back on the field. You may be Reggie's girlfriend but this was his first love.

You cheered as Reggie ran back on.

Wincing as you watched him get tackled to the ground, laying there not jumping back up like usual.

“REGGIE!” You screamed out jumping up from your seat.

You bit your nails as you sat back down, praying to anyone who would listen.

“Please get up baby, please, please.” You murmured as you held your breath.

The crowd was silent and the next three minutes felt like an eternity as you watched Archie help Reggie up as he walked it off giving a thumbs up to the crowd as they cheered.

You released the breath you were holding, but your mind still wandered to him being hurt.

“Please don’t go back on the field Reg. Stay on the sidelines.” You muttered to yourself, sighing when you saw him running back on.

The first play throwing an interception allowing the other team to run it in taking the lead.

You watched the clock run out, your shoulders slumping. Reggie was always down after a loss, and tonight he was going to end up blaming himself.

You waited in the parking lot by Reggie’s truck waiting to see him, to see with your own eyes that he was okay. Finally you saw him walk out with Archie your eyes scanning him. You could tell he was leaning more on his left side, favoring his right and that was what made your mind up. You sprinted towards him.

Archie patted Reggie’s you watched his face contorted with pain, before he walked towards you.

Reggie gave you a smile. “Hey beautiful”

Your face didn’t change from the worry that had been plastered on since you watched Reggie hit the ground.

“Baby, I’m okay.” Reggie began.

You scoffed. “I saw that hit Reg. I saw you unable to get up, and I saw you favor your right on your way to me, don’t bullshit a bullshitter Reggie Mantle. I get that enough from Pea.”

Reggie got closer to you pulling you into his chest. “I’m sorry baby, I’m a little sore...but we can go to my place and you can play nurse if you really want to make sure I’m okay.”

You nodded against his chest.

“Lets go, I’m driving though no need for you to injure yourself more.” You scolded.

You pulled up to the Mantle residence. “You sure your parents aren’t home? I mean I can walk to the trailer…I know they aren’t southsides biggest fans”

“Y/N I told you before I don’t care if they see me with you but no they are not home”

“I know you want to tell them but I can’t put you in that position.”

Reggie reached out his hand on your thigh. “I wish you would let me. I could take it. I just want to be able to show you off, bring you around for holidays, just I don’t get it Y/N/N.”

You placed your hand on his. “I mean you see how Pea acts, your parents will probably be a million times worse. Sweet Pea can get over his differences especially after dating Josie, but I don’t know about yours Reg and I can’t put you in harms way or you choosing me over family, and I can’t lose you.”

Reggie nodded squeezing your leg. “Alright baby, let’s go inside.”

You handed the keys over to Reggie, as you followed him inside. “Alright, I’ll grab some ice packs and you head up to my room okay?”

You nodded climbing up the stairs and heading into his room. You looked around before heading into his bathroom grabbing some of his wraps you had bought him after the first football injury you had witnessed.

“Babe?” Reggie called out as he walked into his room.

You walked out of the bathroom holding up the wrap. “Just grabbing some things….can you take your shirt off”

Reggie wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Don’t have to tell me twice to get out of my clothes.”

You let out a laugh as you watched Reggie set the ice packs down and pulling off his shirt.

“Okay Reg, sit on the bed. Let’s look at you.” Your eyes took in the dark purple forming on his ribs and the ones that littered his back. You gently traced the one on his ribs. “I wish you didn’t put yourself in harms way.” You mumbled.

“Oh what like I ask you not to, I guess we're both a little stubborn huh”

You grabbed the ice pack and gently placing it onto him.

Reggie let out a pained hiss. You grabbed the wrap. “Okay I have to do this tightly otherwise that bruise is only going to get uglier.” You informed him.

He gave a nod. You paused before you started. “Talk to me, it will take your mind off of the pain.”

Reggie chuckled. “How’d you get so good at this?”

“Well Sweet Pea has been apart of the Serpents now for since, well I was eight and a half, and he was ten. He came home from a job pretty beat up and I decided to learn how to take care of him. So I grabbed as many books as I could from the library and taught myself. I’m now the go to person for patching people up for the Serpents. I can’t tell you how much trouble Fangs and Pea have gotten into.” You slightly laughed. “Okay babe, I have to pull tight.” You informed him.

“Okay, do it.”

You pulled the wrap tightly tying the ends together so it would stay. Reggie hissed again but you were done. You stepped away picking up his shirt and handing it to him. Reggie threw it back onto the floor before grabbing you pulling you in between his legs.

“Cuddle with me?” He asked as his hands travelled up and down your sides.

You gave a nod going to move next to Reggie before he stilled as the sound of a door slamming travelled throughout the house.

Reggie got up his hands now gripping your waist tightly. “Get in the closet.”

You folded your arms across your chest. “I can protect myself Reggie. I am not hiding in a closet.”

“Baby I know you can protect yourself but right now I need you to get in the closet for me.” Your arms stayed folded as you glared. Reggies eyes darting between you and the door.

“I don’t have time for your stubborn ass and I know you are going to yell at me for this but fuck it” Reggie rushed out before his grip turned into picking you up and putting you over his shoulder. He sucked in a breath as he opened the closet door.

“Stay here. Please.” He pleaded in a tone you never heard before as he sat you in the closet and pushed the door closed, not realizing he left it open slightly.

You crouched down in his closet furious that he wouldn’t let you help him but breathing as soft as you could, your eyes closed as you heard the shouting begin to get closer and closer to Reggie’s room. Shouting was never good for you as it always took you back to the trailer. You remember your parents shouting and even Sweet Pea shouting at your mother as she walked out on the two of you after a year of your father being gone. Another face lost to the war. Sweet Pea always wore the dog tags but you would steal them from time to time. You could make out Reggie and his father through the crack that was left open.

“I went to your game Reginald” Reggies father explained.

Reggie stilled.

“Want to explain what a serpent girl is doing there cheering and worrying about you when you take a hit?”

“Dad I can expl-” Reggie began.

Reggies father held his hand up. “No need to. You got involved with a Serpent Slut, I get it temptations and all that but it needs to end and it needs to end now.”

Reggie was furious. “SHE IS NOT A SERPENT SLUT. I LOVE HER. I will not be ending anything with her. I don’t care if you like it or not.”

You tensed in the closet as the yelling got more aggressive sucking in a breath at Reggies confession. You heard a commotion and a grunt come from Reggie. You knew what happened and it killed you inside.

“You will Reginald. Don’t test me.”

You heard the door slam shut. You gave a few minutes before you pushed the closet door open. Your eyes landing on Reggie sitting on his bed. His head down.

“Reg.” You whispered out rushing to him. “I can’t believe you just told your dad about me, tell me you are okay please.”

Reggie looked up at you. Your eyes shut a few tears slipping out. You felt Reggies hands wipe them away. “I’m fine.”

You scoffed. “Your dad just hit you Reg. You are not fine.”

“It’s not the first time. I’ll heal.” Reggie said softly.

Your eyes snapped to his. The unshed tears still in your y/e/c eyes.

“What do you mean Reggie Mantle.”

“I’m fine Y/N just don’t worry about me.”

“Let me help you Reg. Please.”

Reggie shook his head no.

“Why don’t you protect yourself? Hit him back.” You whispered.

“It wouldn’t be right. I can’t do that. It would kill my mom” He answered honestly.

You nodded. “I get it. Can you let me help you please? Come stay with me for a few days.”

Reggie was silent.

“Please Reggie.” You pleaded.

“What about Sweet Pea?”

“I don’t give a fuck what he thinks. It’s my trailer too.” You responded quickly.

Reggie gave a small nod.

“Okay but we go through the window.”

“Wouldn’t be my first time” You sassed bringing a smirk to Reggies face. You smiled seeing him coming back into himself a bit.

You walked into the trailer first, Reggie following you in. Hoping Sweet Pea was still at the Wyrm.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Sweet Pea’s voice boomed from the kitchen.

You jumped tensing. Yelling at Reggies was one thing, but yelling in the trailer always put you on edge.

“I’m helping him” You replied trying to make your voice as steady as possible.

“What would a northsider need help with? Too much money problems? I don’t like him here Y/N”

You took a deep breath.

“I’m helping him with the same shit I went through Sweet Pea.” Your voice was laced with hurt.

Sweet Pea stilled. Reggies eyes went wide as they darted to you quickly.

“So if you could stop yelling that would be fucking great.” You glared at your older brother.

Sweet Peas shoulders dropped. He had tried to protect you but it only made things worse for you, before your mom walked out.

“Y/N/N, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I just-” Sweet Pea started.

“I didn’t either, but he is staying with me whether you like it or not Pea.”

Sweet Pea nodded as he watched you take Reggies hand leading him to your bedroom.

Reggie walked in first and you followed shutting the door and leaning against it. Reggie took in your room. Your walls littered with pictures of you and Sweet Pea as well as Jughead, Toni and Fangs. A framed picture of the two of you sat on your nightstand with a heart drawn into the white frame, my bulldog, my heart scrawled out in your handwriting.

Reggie turned to you. Your eyes closed. “Y/N, why did you never tell me?”

You opened your eyes using the back of your hand to wipe the tears. “I don’t know it happened a long time ago and well you didn’t exactly tell me either Reg.”

Reggie nodded. Getting on your bed leaning up against the wall as he patted the side next to him.

You sniffled as you walked over laying down next to him your head laying on his chest.

You sniffled quietly before you spoke. “Just please don’t go back. Stay here with me. You’ll be protected, you don’t even have to be a serpent. A serpents person is protected, even Sweet Pea would protect you feelings set aside, a-and you are my person Reggie. I- well, I love you too.”

Reggie brought his arm around you pulling you to him tightly.

“I wanted to tell you in a more romantic way” He confessed placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Your arm moved placing it across him as gently as you could. “We will have to replace that ice pack soon.” You mumbled into his chest.

“Y/N, I’m serious I had it all planned out for our date next week, and I’m sorry, so fucking sorry that I ever called you that, and I will hurt anyone that even dares to utter those words to you and to any serpent.”

You smiled against his chest. “I forgave you a long time ago for that Reg. It’s okay really, and I know it’s not how you wanted to tell me but it’s okay really Reggie.”

Reggie lifted your chin so you were looking into each others eyes. “I love you so fucking much”

You smiled as Reggie leaned down capturing your lips with his. You stayed like that eventually drifting off to sleep in Reggies arms.

Reggies POV

A soft knock came from Y/N’s door. “Come in.” I tried to speak as softly as I could.

I looked up locking eyes with Sweet Pea. He looked from Y/N to me.

“I-I uh I’m sorry for being such a dick lately. She’s just my little sister and I haven’t always been able to protect her but I’ll be damned if I don’t try.”

I nodded.

“Just don’t hurt her Mantle, and stay here as long as you need. I won’t give you any shit.” Sweet Pea rubbed the back of his neck. “And maybe join us at the Wyrm sometime? I know Fangs and Toni have missed that little shit.”

I looked down at Y/N sleeping in my arms. “I don’t plan on ever hurting her or letting her go, she’s the best thing to happen to me. I love your sister Sweet Pea and I’ll do everything in my power to protect her too, and yeah she’s been begging me to go I just didn’t want to step on your toes man.”

Sweet Pea nodded. “Well you are family now so you are welcome even if I was to not like it. I’ve been a real asshole so yeah I’ll let you two be.”

I nodded as Sweet Pea as he shut the door. Placing a kiss on the top of Y/N’s head again before drifting off to sleep myself.

[artificialqueens]

Shut Up (Raja/Raven/Sasha) - ImposterZoe

AN: This is my rare pair fic. It’s Sasha Velour, Raven, and Raja. The tropes I used are 2.) A and B (and I guess C) are forced to share a bed, and 3.) Enemies to Lovers. Thanks to Fannyatrollop and Pipedream for Beta-ing and Everyone who listened to me bitch about writing.

Sasha’s Pov

“I don’t know what’s darker, your contour or your brain,” I snap.

“Shut up.” Raven replies dumbly. I frown at her.

“The famously silver-tongued Raven can only respond with ‘shut up’? I have to say I’m disappointed.” I shake my head sadly and turn back to Shea, who I’ve been trying to talk to for the better part of 20 minutes.

These incidents have been occurring for a little over a month when Raven and Raja thought that I’d stay quiet if they were snarky with me. So used to being on top, they were very embarrassed when I read them to filth in front of everyone with ease. Had they’d left me alone, it would’ve ended there but they keep trying to catch me off guard. Needless to say that they’ve been unsuccessful, leading up to now.  

Raja comes over and wraps an arm around a beet red Raven. “Fuck off, pipsqueak,” Raja snarls at me. I look up at him with a bored expression. “Then leave me alone, giraffe. I didn’t ask for your skyscraper asses to come interrupt my conversation.”

Manila comes over and pulls them away before they can respond with an apologetic look at me. I just roll my eyes and turn back to Shea.

“I seriously hate those bitches.” I groan. He smirks at me. “Damn, you never say you hate anything. I always forget how much I rub off on you until they come over talking shit.” I slap his shoulder. “Those reads are all mine and you know it.”  He stares at me uncomprehendingly for a second then we both burst out laughing.

Across the room, Raja and Raven yell at us to shut up. We don’t stop laughing as we flip them off.

I hear an enraged yell and glance over to see Manila struggling to hold Raja back. I tap Shea and point over to Raja. He glances over, then we’re both laughing louder and start pointing as people look over.

The whole room starts snickering as Jujubee hurries over to help Manila as Raven also starts advancing. Feeling the need to escape, I get up and tell Shea I’ll see him later.

I’m three-quarters of the way out when I turn back. “Really let the pipsqueak get under your skin huh, giraffes?” I shout. The room explodes in laughter.

If looks could kill I’d be dead ten times over. Manila shouts for me to go and I don’t need to be told twice as Raja breaks from his grasp.

I book it out the door, grabbing what I know to be Shea’s hat and pull it on. I dive into a group of people just as Raja runs out. The hat hides my shiny head and as Raja looks directly over me, I know he’s looking for my bald head. After a second Raven comes out with their stuff and they leave the bar. I wait a couple minutes before making my way back into the room.

I burst in with a triumphant yell of, “I’m not dead!” Everyone cheers and Shea comes over to retrieve his hat. Jujubee comes over too, with Manila trailing behind him and reaches over to grind his knuckles in my head. “Ow!” I cry as I remove his hand.

Juju just narrows his eyes. “If you think that hurts then you better hope Raven and Raja don’t get you.” Me and Shea exchange a glance.

“They don’t seem like the fighting type,” Shea muses. Manila pipes up, “They’re not but they really are at the end of their rope with Sasha.”

I snort and they turn to me. Feeling a rare burst of confidence I stretch in a way that makes my shirt ride up. I casually say I can take care of myself as they stare at my small 6-pack. I’m no Kameron Michaels but I’m far from weak. Manila shakes his head. “Can you just let up? They’ll leave you alone if you don’t respond.” I pop an eyebrow. “Where would be the fun in that?”

[…]

“I hate my life,” I announce to the room and (unfortunately) the two other people in it. It’s met with grumbles of agreement.

After a good laugh and several attempts from Manila to make me let up on Raja and Raven, I went to my hotel room.

There’s no way to describe my shock when I walked in to see Raja and Raven playing cards on the bed. The only bed, I might add.

After a couple of phone calls, the blame was placed on a hotel mix up.

With no open rooms it was quickly decided that we’d just share tonight since we’d be shipping out after another show tomorrow.

But the tension in the room’s so thick it was hard to breathe.

I was sitting on the floor scrolling through my twitter when I decide to call Shea. I stepped out onto the small attached balcony and shut the door as I ring him up.

“What is up, my egghead?!” he cries in my ear. I hold the phone at arms length and roll my eyes.

“I can smell the liquor on your breath from here. And don’t call me your egghead.” Shea starts laughing in my ear, making me extend my arm again.

After a moment I pull the phone back to my ear. “I was calling to complain,” I whisper so the others don’t hear me, “but I think I’ll tell you in the morning.” Shea groans.

“Nononono! Tell meeeee!” He yells. I just run a hand over my head.

“Yeah no. Bye Shea.” He continues to protest as I end the call. I lean on the railing for a moment, deep in thought when the door opens.

I turn and see Raja and Raven, well Sutan and David now, come out. They simply sit down and stare out with me. I continue to let my thoughts race, deciding to ignore them.

“Can you shut up?!” David snaps. How I manage not to jump, I have no idea. I just look at him in confusion.

“You’re thinking like, really loud.” Sutan explains. God, I hate the deepness of his voice. That plus the gorgeous slim body, the most perfect cheekbones, tattoos that go perfectly on his caramel skin- I shake my head clear and mumble an apology as I walk in the room.

Where in the hell did that come from? I start pacing along the wall, attempting to get my brain to work right but my thoughts shift from Sutan to David.

David and his fucking attitude, sharp tongue, soft lips, fair skin inlaid with his own array of tattoos… I’m so fucked.

I jump as the door to the room shuts. I then glance at the balcony and find it empty.

I look at my phone and see I’ve been pacing for about half an hour. I also see I have a voicemail and listen to it.

“Hey,” Sutan’s voice drifts out, “you were still thinking too loud so we went for drinks. You didn’t notice us calling you so we just left. Back whenever.” The message ends at that and I just stare at the wall. After a minute, I just take of my shirt, crawl onto the bed and watch youtube until I fall asleep.

Raja’s Pov

Me and David stumble in the room at God knows when, happily liquored up.

We somehow manage to get in our pajamas and wobble toward the bed

We both stop, just at the end to stare at Sasha.

She’d taken off her shirt, the moonlight coming through the window illuminating her pale torso as she lay on her side.

Before I can stop myself, I reach out and carefully trace the snake curling on her shoulder. I expect David to tell me to stop but when I look, he’s tracing the lines of Sasha’s muscled stomach.

“I really hate her.” I whisper.  David nods before he crawls over her, blocking the moonlight with his body.

“What are you doing?!” I whisper shout at him. He looks at me.

“We gotta sleep too,” he says simply. I pause and realize he’s right. I reach over and  carefully take Sasha’s glasses off and put them on the nightstand.

“So considerate for someone you hate.” David muses pulling Sasha to his chest.

“I could say the same to you.” I respond as I crawl behind Sasha pulling both him and David close.

Me and David share a glance before taking off out shirts. We get back in our positions and sigh as we feel Sasha’s warm skin against ours.

I hear David’s soft snoring quickly mingle with Sasha’s and feel myself relax.

To allow myself a tiny pleasure I press my lips to Sasha’s ear and whisper, “Night pipsqueak.”

Sasha shivers in her sleep, giving me a tiny sense of pride. I grab the blanket at the end of the bed and cover the three of us, letting myself drift to sleep.

Sasha’s Pov

Ugh, why is it so hot? I force my eyes open and it takes a second to register that my glasses are off.

Did I take them off? God my brain isn’t working. I shuffle a bit and finally take in my surroundings.

There’s someone in front of me. I squint and nearly jump out of my sick when I realize it’s David. After I force myself to calm down, I become hyper aware of my surroundings.

If David’s in front that must mean Sutan who’s behind me. I peek down the cover that one of them put on us and see that their arms are thrown over my waist like a damn security blanket.

No wonder it’s so hot.

I shift a bit more and become aware of a few things. 1.) Not a single person on this bed is wearing a shirt.  2.) David’s breath is disgusting. 3.) They are so warm, it’s ridiculous. But worst of all, 4.) Everyone in this bed has a boner.

I wiggle a bit and fight a gasp as I realize my own hardness is next to David’s, with Sutan’s, the tall-ass bitch, in the middle of my back.

Yeah, I’m good on this one. “Guys!” I yell. David groans and Sutan just snorts and buries his face in my shoulder.

“Wake up!” I yell again. I shift my body and start rocking back and forth to wake them up. “Shut up Sasha,” David groans, burying his face into my collarbone.

I’d scream if I wasn’t scared that someone would call the police.

“Would you guys, WAKE THE FUCK UP?!” I shout at the top of my lungs.

Ok so maybe not that scared.

They both jump, finally awake. “What the hell, Sash?” Sutan groans as he rubs his face.

“First things first, give me my glasses.” Sutan sleepily grabs them and hands them to me.

I hastily push them on, relaxed slightly as my vision is restored. I realize they’re both look at me for an explanation.

Thinking about what I have to explain, I blush, feeling my entire head turn red.

“Would ya speak, you little tomato?” David grumbles. I glare at him and find the strength to speak.

“I didn’t want you holding me boners.” I say simply. I find it comical as they look down, look at each other and back down.

“Huh.” Sutan mumbles. “This is quite the predicament.”  David nods and they both turn to me.

“Seems like we’re all in same boat though, huh pipsqueak?”  

I really hate that nickname. So why does it make my cock twitch in my pants? I can’t meet Sutan eyes

“Look at that Raj.” I hear David say behind me. “You found a way to shut Velour up. Kudos.” Sutan laughs.

“For once Sasha’s right though.” He stands and pull both of us up. I’m so red, I’m purple as Sutan drops his pants leaving him completely naked. He licks his palm, grabs his boner and smirks. “We sure as hell can’t sleep like this.”

I glance at the door and wonder if I could make a run for it. I vaguely realize they’re probably just trying to mess with me but it’s still weird.

God, this is something out of a porno. Fuck I’m so hard it hurts.

“I think pipsqueak is confused Raj.” David says. Sutan pulls his pants up and walks over.

“I think we should come clean Rave. We won’t have fun with just the two of us.”  David hugs me from behind, placing his lips on my shoulder, while Sutan grabs my face.

My breath hitches as I looked him in the eyes. “We hate you Sasha,” he says in an even tone, “ because we want you so BAD.”

“I want you too.” I whisper back without thinking and in the back of my mind I realize I’m telling the truth.

And then Sutan’s kissing me and David is sucking on my neck.  We keep this position for minute before David presses a hand to Sutan’s face.

He groans as David takes him off my lips and turns my head to replace them with his own. I’ve never been one for big lips but David’s feel so good on mine, I can’t stop my moan.

Sutan apparently takes this as a challenge and attempts to pull David away. Sutan and David wrestle each other, lips being ripped away and replaced until it’s at the point that I can’t tell who’s kissing me, only that it feels good.

I know I must be moaning like a pornstar but fuck, they’re good kissers. “You gonna come from just kisses, pipsqueak?” David gasps in my ear.

I can’t stop my whimper. Sutan smirks at me. I feel hands on my pants and blush as they’re pulled around my ankles.

“Poor thing. You’re so hard.” David coos, wrapping a hand around my extremely neglected cock.

Before he can do anything though, my cell rings, Shea’s ringtone blaring out, making us all jump.

David grabs it and Sutan pulls up my pants, grabs me tight, and sticks his tongue in my mouth. David accepts the call and places it on speaker.

“Sasha?” Shea calls. Sutan releases my mouth and motions for me to answer. I swallow hard before answering.

“What is it Shea?” That comes out harsher than I meant and David snickers quietly.

“Oh uh. I just wanted to see what was up earlier? You wouldn’t tell me cause I was drunk? I’m sober-ish now and I just guessed you were awake.”

David and Sutan start making out on the bed which definitely takes up the majority of my attention.

“Sasha?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, it’s nothing that has to be handled now. I’ll tell you later.” I fumble for the phone and can barely hear Shea saying something as I hit the end call button.

I toss my phone under the bed and jump on the bed, latching my mouth on David’s neck, intent on leaving a hickey. His arm wraps around my waist pulling me closer.

Then his arm is gone and Sutan it pulling me into his own lap, offering his neck and I hurriedly place my lips on his pulse point and start sucking on it. David groans in a mix of irritation and protest.

“Can I kiss Sasha for more than 30 seconds please?”

“No,” was Sutan’s reply. David grunts, grips my waist, pulls me off of Sutan, and presses me to the bed. He presses his lips to mine and covers me with his body, determined to not let Sutan stop us.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and deepen the kiss. David moans as I nibble on his lip. He grinds his hips into mine, providing both of us with much needed friction.

I faintly hear Sutan say, “It’s been 30 seconds.” David ignores him and keeps grinding on me. He slowly moves his mouth down my body, marking his path.

Seeing an opening, Sutan drops his head, taking possession of my mouth as David marks his way down my stomach.

He grabs the waistband of my pants and slowly pulls them down. Sutan gets on his knees just as David pull my cock in his mouth. As I gasp, Sutan shuffles forward and then I’m blowing him.

I don’t hesitate as I grab his dick and work my tongue over it. I moan around him because David’s working wonders on me, which makes Sutan moan too.

Sutan grabs my head and I stay still as he uses my mouth. “Goddamn you little-” His words are cut off by moans as I fondle his balls.

Ugh I’m so close. I try to alert David I’m close but it’s too late. My body spasms as I explode in David’s mouth.

Sutan removes himself from my mouth, opting to cum on my stomach as my aftershocks run their course. David walk to his bag and returns with wipes, cleaning his face and my stomach.

“What about you?” I murmur. David rolls his eyes.

“As much as I hate to admit it, you out lasted me by 5 seconds.” David crawls over me and pulls me to his chest and a few seconds later Sutan wraps his lanky arms over both of us, pulling us to him.

In the back of my mind, I’m screaming at myself. What the was I thinking tonight? I’m an idiot. I can’t believe-

“Sasha, Shut up.” David groans.

“I didn’t say anything!”

Sutan leans forward and pecks my lips. “You’re still thinking too loud, babe.”

Babe? He seems quite comfortable calling me that after a one night stand. Is this a one night stand? I think prefer pipsqueak.

“SHUT UP.” They both command. I sigh and try shut my mind off. After a second I settle my head on David’s shoulder, simultaneously pulling Sutan closer.

“Night pipsqueak.” Sutan whispers in my ear. “Night giraffe.” I whisper back. Sutan’s laugh chases me into my dreams.

Raven’s Pov

(AN: See I didn’t forget her)

I wake up early and take a second to remember where I am.

As I remember, I look at the men I spent the night with and promptly roll my eyes.

We started the night with Sasha’s head on my shoulder and Sutan was holding her from behind. But now Sutan’s possessive ass has Sasha’s head on HIS shoulder and she’s basically wrapped around him like a damn koala. He’d also flipped them around so his back was to me.

Considering how competitive Sutan is, he’s probably still mad I made Sasha moan first.

Bitch.

I reach over and shake Sasha’s shoulder. She stirs slightly and peaks over Sutan’s shoulder.

“Wha?” She mumbles sleepily and I can’t help but smile at how cute she is. I carefully get out of bed and slowly pull her from Sutan.

She whines softly but relaxes as I press my lips to hers. I pull away and look into her eyes.

“I just… don’t wanna share you right now.” I whisper. She smiles at me and laces her hands behind my head. She pulls me down, locking our lips. I press my tongue to her lips and smirk at how fast I get access.

I run my hands along her body, committing it all to memory.

I do the same with my tongue, exploring Sasha’s mouth like… an explorer.

I sigh without thinking and pull her even closer.

But all too soon, we’re jumping back as Sasha’s stomach growls. Loudly.  

I burst out in quiet snickers as she clutches a hand to her stomach, blushing.

“Want to go out to breakfast?” I offer, still snickering.

Sasha’s still blushing but manages to nod. We get dressed and are about to leave when she stops me.

“What about Sutan?” She points at the sleeping man, who was now clutching a pillow like a teddy bear. I simply snap a picture for later use and walk out, waiting for Sasha to catch up.

She catches up real fast. “Sorry!” She holds up her phone. “Forgot this.” I calmly wrap my arm around her shoulders and feel her arm settle on my waist.

“Juju told me where everyone’s meeting for breakfast. Wanna head there?” I ask.

Sasha nods eagerly and I’m struck with a strong feeling of adoration. She’s like a puppy or a toddler.

“How could I have hated you?” I think aloud.

“Because I can out read you without even trying,” comes the reply. I respond by slapping her ass as we slip into the elevator.

After several reads, giggles, ass slaps, and a quick Uber ride, we arrive at a cozy little restaurant.  We stride in and quickly spot the other queens. Mainly because there’s no one else in here, but that’s besides the point.

“Are we going to tell them about last night?” Sasha whispers as we scurry over. I contemplate this for a moment before responding.

“Let’s wait. I wanna see who guesses first.”

Sasha snorts. “Good idea.”

“Thanks. Thought of it all by myself.” I boast, puffing my chest out.

“Shocker.” Sasha drawls out. We finds seats, (next to each other, thank god) and greet our friends.

“You guys seem awfully friendly today,” A very hungover Shea points out within 30 seconds.

We just shrug. “Just tired of fighting, I guess.” Sasha responds. “You guys order yet?”

Sasha has the attention off of us in a second, asking about everyone’s night and morning.

Conversation flows easily and I’m so happy Sasha’s a quick thinker. I lace my fingers with hers under the table and shoot her a tiny smile.

As the conversation turns to the effects of whiskey vs. vodka, a very pouty Sutan slips in the door. He grabs a chair on the other side of Sasha and glares at us.

“You know you coulda woken me up, right?” He snarls at us. All the sounds from the table vanish. I glance at Sasha, who honestly looks close to laughing.

“Sorry. You looked… comfy.” She giggles and I laugh too, thinking of the picture I took.

Sutan rolls his eyes at us. “One night together and you already have inside jokes.” He mumbles under his breath.

“Hey, you’re the one that hogged her all night! It’s only fair I get her in the morning.” I respond. Sasha nods in agreement but leans forward and pecks Sutan’s cheek. “It is only fair babe.” She says, shrugging. Sutan groans but relents as Sasha grabs his hand with her empty one.

We exchange smiles and sit in complete bliss.

For about 30 seconds. Then Manila screams, “Holy shit, you guys fucked!”

Before the table explodes, the three of us respond, “You figure that out by yourself?” Manila just sits back in his chair, extremely pleased with himself.

And THEN the table explodes. Everyone’s asking for questions and details and blah blah blah. I just lean on Sasha who leans on Sutan who drops his head to hers.

“Think they’ll ever shut up?” Sasha mumbles.

“Shut yourself up, pipsqueak.” I murmur back.

All three of us laugh and in the back of my mind, I’m so happy that Sasha never listens to me when I say that.

“Fuck off, Giraffe.” She smirks after a second.

Ok, maybe not TOO happy.