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gleamglowsgraveyard · 4 years ago

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How about Sirius finding out the reader has a crush on him...and gives her her first kiss? 😘

cigarettes and firewhisky

pairing: sirius/reader

word count: 2.4k

summary: amortentia is no fun to make when you’re partnered up with the person you know it’s going to end up smelling like.

content: fluff, me being bad at writing slughorn, very brief mention of sirius’s family issues, confessions in an empty classroom, kissing but nothing spicy (edit: rereading this i realized i made the reader pretty gender neutral! no pronouns or anything like that :)

you know i had to pull the amortentia trope. this was a cute request, thank you so much! also thank you to my anons who sent in what they thought sirius smelled like, you guys were a lot of help! (except the person who suggested that sirius smells like wet dog. you know who you are.)

This was the worst thing that could possibly happen to you. Surely some higher power was laughing at you from above, taunting you and your dreadful luck.

Your heart was beating a million miles a minute. How on earth did you end up being paired up with Sirius Black of all people?! And - even worse - making the worst potion ever concocted?!

If you weren’t in public you’re sure you’d be letting out a crazed laugh out of pure mania.

So far you’ve been able to dodge all of his attempts at conversation, quickly sending him off to find another ingredient as soon as he got too chatty. You’d hardly made any eye contact at all, and any time he handed you something you were careful not to have his fingertips even slightly graze your own.

In truth, you’ve had an enormous crush on Sirius Black since third year, and it had only gotten worse as the years went by. This meant that by now, you had become a bit of an expert at avoiding him at all costs.

But now it was all ruined. Years of hard work spiraling down the drain all because of fucking Amortentia.

Why couldn’t it have been a simple calming draught? Or a shrinking solution? Hell, you would’ve even preferred to make Slughorn his lunch!

And it’s not as if you can sabotage the potion, either! That would mean Sirius’s grade suffering too. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

There was no way out but to lie about what the potion smells of if he asks. Simple! That way no one finds out - more importantly, that way Sirius doesn’t find out - about your silly little crush. Foolproof. Genius. Inspired-!

“Do you like me?”

“What?!” You jolt as panic overtakes you, snapping your head up to meet Sirius’s eyes.

“Do you like me?” he repeats, smiling slightly. “I can’t help but feel like you hate me, seeing as you haven’t looked at me or talked to me at all.”

Internally, you breathe out a sigh of relief, glad you had misinterpreted the question.

“No! I-” Your voice is much too high, you stop to clear your throat. “I do! I do like you, I um... Sorry! I promise I don’t hate you, I guess I’m just... shy.” You finish your blabbering by looking away, pretending to inspect the fire below your cauldron.

When you raise your gaze again Sirius is still looking at you - observing you as if you’re an interesting puzzle that he can’t quite figure out.

“Um!” you quickly turn your attention to the potion, hoping he does the same. “Nearly done, right? Here.” You hold out the wooden spoon for him to take. “Five more clockwise stirs.”

He looks at the spoon but then folds his hands behind his back. “You do it,” he offers instead.

You purse your lips but nod anyway, bringing the wood up to the cauldron’s opening. The pearlescent liquid shifts under the spoon as it touches the surface, and once it’s fully submerged you take a deep breath and start stirring.

One... Two... Three... Four...

As soon as you finish the fifth stir your nose is assaulted by a suffocating aroma of cigarettes and firewhisky. You quickly step back, coughing and tossing the spoon on the table, but the scent follows you.

That doesn’t smell very appealing! Had you done something wrong? You could have sworn you’d followed the recipe exactly!

But then suddenly the scent changes, rapidly becoming much more welcoming. Cigarettes and firewhisky quickly turns into the undertone to something different... Cinnamon shampoo? But also... cologne, and... You could also catch the faint whiff of a brand new leather jacket.

“I think...” you start, eyes trained on the potion that now has delicate tendrils of steam coming off its surface. “I think we did it.” You laugh a bit in astonishment, proud of the fact that you’d managed to make such an advanced potion.

When you turn your head Sirius is looking at you again, in that infuriating way with his gorgeous eyes and stupid grin. You desperately want to look away but just can’t bring yourself to do so.

“How can you tell?” he asks quietly, and you suddenly feel everything else in the room slip away until it’s just him in front of you.

“I... It-”

“What’s it smell like?”

His low voice puts you in such a trance that for a moment you think you’re about to tell him the truth, but you quickly remember what you’d decided on earlier. Lie.

“Ban-” Bananas? No! “Bal-” Balloons? What would that even mean?! “Bu... bblegum. Bubblegum.” You finally land on, and then give a minuscule wince.

Bubblegum?! Although, you suppose it’s better than balloons...

“Bubblegum?” Sirius repeats, brows furrowed.

“Yep! And is that...? Oh! Firewood!” you continue, pulling lies out of thin air. Sirius’s furrowed brows fade away, and an amused smile starts to form on his features instead.

“And, um... And sun cream! Huh, weird.”

“Bubblegum, firewood, and sun cream?” Sirius lists, as if needing clarification from you.

“Well, I-”

“And look what we have here!” Professor Slughorn’s booming voice is suddenly feet away from the two of you, standing right beside your cauldron. “I do believe we have our first finished brew of Amortentia! Although I can’t say I’m surprised, Mr. Black,” Slughorn beams, giving Sirius a knowing look.

Sirius just shuffles awkwardly.

If Slughorn notices Sirius’s discomfort, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he continues, “You know, your father was an exceptional potion maker. Very talented indeed, and you and your brother seem to be following in his footsteps! Although I must say, young Regulus has been a bit unfocused lately, he-”

“Uh, professor?” you speak up when Sirius flinches at his brother’s name.

Slughorn blinks and then looks at you as if he’s just noticed you were there. “Oh- Yes?”

“So... The potion? Did we do it right?”

“Oh, yes, yes, of course! Full marks!” He waves you off, as if you were being silly for even asking. “And ten points for each of you!” he adds for good measure before strolling off, most likely to go torment some other student with a famous surname.

After that, Sirius doesn’t much seem to be up for talking anymore. He focuses all his attention on cleaning up your station, closing up jars of rose petals and pearl dust. You follow his lead, albeit a bit sluggishly.

A few minutes ago you would’ve been okay with Sirius’s silence - happy, even, if it meant you didn’t have to deal with your little crush. But now you would give anything to have him cheerful and smiling again - even if he looked at you with those annoyingly pretty eyes.

Once class is over you’re quick to duck out of the room, desperately wanting to leave Slughorn and Amortentia and the smell of cigarettes and firewhisky behind you.

It’s all over now, everything went according to plan and you can finally go back to doing what you do best. Secretly pining after Sirius Black from a distance.

It’s safe. It’s what you’re good at.

You’re just about ready to forget about this day entirely when you hear a familiar voice calling your name.

...Maybe you were hearing things.

You speed up your steps but then he calls your name again and you’re forced to slow down, waiting for him to catch up. When he does he gives you another winning smile and your heart does a flip.

“Hey, listen,” he starts, and you listen intently. “Sorry about uh... Just... Thanks.”

You’re a bit taken aback. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a ‘thank you’.

“I... For what?” you ask, genuinely perplexed, but trying not to sound rude.

“Getting Slughorn to leave,” he clarifies with a grin. “He’s always been the same... I’ve been dealing with that for seven years now.”

There’s laughter in his voice but you can tell it’s a bit frayed at the edges. He’s clearly trying - and failing - to play it off as no big deal.

“Sorry,” you offer lamely. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

It really doesn’t.

You don’t know much about Sirius’s family, but you know enough to understand that he probably doesn’t like to be constantly reminded of them. Sharing their last name and seeing his brother in the halls was probably more than enough.

“It’s fine. And, I didn’t just want to thank you,” he says quickly, realizing that the conversation had gotten gloomy.

“Oh?” you voice with a bit of a nervous smile.

“I wanted to ask what it smelled like. The Amortentia.”

There goes your heart again. A million miles a minute.

“What do you mean?” you ask, laughing a bit. “I told you. Bubblegum and um...”

Shoot! What were the other two?!

“Firewood and sun cream?” Sirius prompts, and you nod frantically.

“Yep! That was it!” you’re quick to blurt out. Unconsciously, you pick up your pace, now traveling at a slight speed walk.

Sirius keeps up easily. “But you’re lying,” he accuses, pointing a finger at you, and you swear you start to sweat. “You started coughing when you finished stirring. What did you smell then?”

“I-! Well-! The bubblegum was very pungent, and I-”

“And it looked to me like you were just naming anything that came to your head. Were you about to say balloons at one point?”

“You know, I don’t appreciate being interrogated like this, and quite frankly I- woah!”

You suddenly find that you’re being pulled somewhere by the elbow, and only when you hear a door close behind you do you realize that Sirius has dragged you into an empty classroom. You don’t even have time to take in your surroundings, because Sirius is asking you again:

“So what did you smell?”

You consider lying again, but he’s staring at you with his big, pretty eyes, just waiting for you to tell the truth and all of a sudden you really, really want to.

You thought - you really thought - that you would be content to just go back to crushing on him from a safe distance, but then the Amortentia had happened and he had looked at you different. He was looking at you differently even now - eyes glittering, listening attentively for your answer. And suddenly pining from a distance doesn’t seem so appealing.

You groan in frustration, bringing both of your hands up to cover your face. You just can’t believe what this boy is doing to you.

“It’s so stupid,” you admit, feeling your cheeks head up beneath your palms.

“It’s not,” he assures you, gently wrapping both his hands around each of your wrists, silently asking you to stop covering your face.

You shake you head. “It is, and if you’re asking then you already know.”

“So humor me.”

You abruptly drop your hands to look up at him and, woah - had he always been that close? He’d definitely gotten a bit closer since you’d closed your eyes.

You let out a shaky breath. “Cigarette smoke... Firewhisky...” you trail off. You mean to keep going, but decide to wait for Sirius’s initial reaction first.

Sirius blinks. “Gross,” he says after a beat, and it startles a laugh out of you.

“Yeah, a bit. I thought we messed it up, but then... Um, it changed.”

You search his features for any signs of discomfort, but find none. In fact, Sirius seems to be basking in every word you tell him.

So you keep going, very quietly, “Cologne and...” Without thinking you bring a hand up to rest delicately on his shoulder. “Leather and... Cinnamon...”

You hand moves of it’s own volition, resting on the junction of Sirius’s shoulder and neck and you stare dazedly at it for a moment. You blink and then realize what you’re doing.

You pull your hand away as if you’ve been burned. “Sorry, I-”

But then Sirius is leaning forward fast and - Merlin, was he about to kiss you?!

You panic for a moment, knowing you have to think quick. Your hand darts up again, this time landing on his collarbone, putting your palm flat up against him and pressing firmly, willing him to stop.

He gets the message and quickly pulls back. “I’m sorry-”

“No!” you blurt out so fast that it sounds more like a squeak. “No, no, it’s not that I don’t... I mean I want to, I do I just...” You screw your eyes shut. “I’ve never kissed anyone.”

“Fuck,” Sirius lets out a laugh.

Your heart sinks as you open your eyes. Was he laughing at you?

“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you,” he clarifies quick, as if reading your mind. “For a second I thought the Amortentia was a big coincidence and you didn’t like me at all.” he smiles, and you realize his laugh was a laugh of relief.

“No! I-!” You groan again and lean against the closed door. Was it confession day or something?! “No, I’ve... I’ve liked you since third year.”

“What about first and second?” he fires back quick, grinning stupidly.

You don’t miss a beat. “I was scared of you, then. You were too loud.”

He barks out a laugh and you suddenly feel the urge to look away, feeling as if you’re intruding. And then you remember you’re not. It’s just you and Sirius here. So many times you’d seen that laugh from a distance, across a crowded Great Hall but now it was just for you.

Sirius speaks up once his laughter dies down. “Look, you don’t have to-”

“No, I want to-”

“I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable-”

“You haven’t! I just-”

“We can just go to class-”

“Sirius!” you say sharply, and he looks at you with wide eyes. “Kiss me. Please,” you say with a laugh, wanting him to shut up already.

He grins and then wastes no time in leaning forward, taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours. You smell it again - cinnamon shampoo, cologne, new leather, and - very faintly - cigarettes and firewhisky.

You melt into the kiss, bringing you hands up to rest at the nape of his neck, idly playing with the strands of hair you find. It’s awkward at first, but you try your best to relax into it, following Sirius’s lead and just doing whatever comes naturally.

He pulls away and you slowly blink your eyes back open, willing yourself out of the trance Sirius’s lips had just put you in.

“Fast learner,” he whispers, smiling, and you laugh.

“We should get to class...” you suggest halfheartedly, not stepping away or making any move to leave.

“Yeah,” Sirius agrees, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Probably...”

You both look at each other for a few beats, but then you each break into a smile.

And he kisses you again.

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tokimihyachi · 4 years ago

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Shampoo

Pairing: Fuegoleon Vermillion X Reader

Warning/s: None but fuego being cute

Walking back and forth in what seemed like endless circles, a hand holding his chin while thinking deeply to himself, Fuegoleon, considered to be one of the strongest Magic Knight captains in Clover Kingdom, has been fussing over something for the past few hours.

He's been going on and on about his options, but things didn't seem right. Due to his indecisiveness, he just decided to buy all of them and hope that he finds the one that would match and work.

Monday morning. You wake up a little late due to staying up all night watching Leopold flex his new magic in front of you. Honestly speaking, it took every fiber within you not to kick him out last night. But the boy's charm was too cute not to resist.

After taking a nice warm bath and getting your clothes on, the Vice-captain of the squad, Randall, greets you a good morning to which you happily reply back.

Leo along with Fuegoleon soon follow, "GOOD MORNING Y/N!!!" the little lion cub yelled, running into you for a hug but you were able to dodge it making him stumble on the floor.

"No, Leo! Do you realize how sleepy I still am because I had to watch you do what? Throw your fire in the air like some circus act for three hours! Three goddamn hours!" You and Leo continued bickering until you noticed Fuegoleon was thinking deeply to himself.

"Captain is there a problem?" You asked stepping forward and giving a light tap on his shoulder, making him flinch.

"Do you notice anything... different?" he asked, eyeing your face. His gaze at you was relentless making you blush in place.

"I-I uhm, nothing in particular. Should I be noticing something, Sir?" you asked back and he shook his head, plastering a generous smile at you.

"No. We should eat breakfast." and so he left you there who was still confused about his question.

'Hmm, it smells like lemons today.'

Wednesday afternoon. You've just returned from a mission and went straight to the bathroom to take a bath.

Can't have you reporting to your beautiful captain while you looked like some wet and ugly bird who's species can't even be identified now, don't we?

Your captain wasn't in his office when you checked so you went around the base to look for him only to find him sitting in the middle of the garden's base with both of his hands covering his head.

His mana as you drew near became more scattered, but as you took a step closer, a smell lingered and made their presence known, 'Roses. Did the gardeners add a batch of roses this week?' You thought inwardly, before tapping Fuegoleon on the shoulder.

"Oh, Y/N. How long have you been there?" the gentleman that he is, Fuegoleon gestured for you to have a seat beside him before giving you more space in between.

"Not long. I came to report our mission, Sir." his eyes looked for you for a few seconds, searching for something you could not pinpoint before he sighs to himself and stands up, "Alright. Let's go." he said and left, again.

‘Is he avoiding me?'

Sunday night. As one of the only women in the Crimson Lion Kings, you took it as your own mission to guarantee that the boys always eat with a full stomach, and made sure they were well fed during dinner.

Although Fuegoleon once said that there is no need for you to so, you insisted, saying this was the least you can for them, or more so, for him.

Rushing over to your captain's bedroom, you knocked a few times and no one answered so you decided to just barge in. What's the worst that could happen, right?

Your lack of common judgement was instantly slammed against your face as the Vermillion-haired royal went out of the bathroom door with only his towel wrapping the bottom half of his body. His well-defined abs in clear vision as well as his toned muscles.

Your foot did the work for you and left almost immediately, not giving Fuegoleon any chance of reacting. 'I didn't see anything. I didn't see anything, but oh my God, did you see his abs? his arms? it's not like captain Yami's but he works out too!!! Stupid, stupid, selfish towel—'

"You can come in now, Y/N."

Not even bothering to look at him, heat rises to your cheeks as you kept you head down low, "I-I'm re-really sorry, captain." after bowinng for what seemed like a good five minutes, Fuegoleon moved from his table and placed a hand on your shoulder, finally realizing that you weren't the only one who was flustered.

"It's fine." he reassured you despite the embarassment, "What brings you here?" he asked moving away from you.

"Dinner, Sir. I-It's time fore dinner, that is." you clarified, blushing even more. If there was a prize for best impersonation of a tomato you would've already won the award.

He looks at you and nods, but something took over your senses making you speak up suddenly, "By any chance did you... change the hair product that you use, captain?" Fuegoleon turns as soon as the word 'change' left your mouth.

His eyes twinkled in hope for a second before sighing to himself and smiling like an idiot, "How come you've noticed?" he asked, his uneasy smile no longer there.

"I've been smelling different things for the whole week, cap. From lemons, chamomile, berries, honey, roses, but—but this... this is my favorite." you replied passing by him to open the door.

"I don't think you need to change your hair products, Sir. Lavendar suits you most in my opinion." your statement alone had made him giddy and childish, grinning like a kid who's wish came true.

Before closing the door you added one more thing, "I like lavendar. A lot. See you at dinner, cap!" but even after you closed the door, you could basically hear Fuegoleon inside his room cheering:

'YES!'

BONUS:

One of the things Fuegoleon took pleasure in, was walking around the base to enjoy the scenery, but as he was passing by the kitchen, he accidentally heard Y/N's conversation with one of the cook's and the question they asked her, genuinely intrigued him.

"So, what do you like in a guy, Y/N?" the head chef of the Crimson Lions asked her.

Y/N smiles widely before answering, "A man who is responsible and caring for other people. Someone who's passionate in what they're doing and is just an overall amazing person and easy to converse with— OH!! I also like it when they take good care of their hair. The good smelling shampoos? Big turn on there." she explained, making the staff laugh loudly knowing she was describing him.

'Will this be my stepping stone towards becoming closer to her? But what are her preferences?' Fuegoleon thought.

"Seriously look at you all head over heels for him. What scent does he even have?"

'Him? She's interested in someone?'

"His scent? That's a secret. You might want and try to copy his smell just to impress me, who knows." she jokes around making them chortle.

'I shall make my scent be known.' And with an unfaltering objective, Fuegoleon does research about shampoo for a week straight during his spare time.

#black clover #fuegoleon #leopold vermillion #fuegoleon x reader #crimson lion kings #bc #one shot #fuegoleon vermillion #fluff

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stxrrywildflower · 5 years ago

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deep blue

pairing - spencer reid x reader

summary - hotch recruits you for a single case, a certain genius catches your eye

warnings - cursing, mentions of case

word count - ?

note - i’m not sure the true numbers but let’s asssume the acadamy program is anywhere from two to four years

one early morning at the bau, rossi stepped into hotch’s office. “have you seen the case?” the italian man asked. hotch nodded, “yes i have. do you think we need her?” rossi pondered for a quick minute.

“i mean she would be nothing but helpful,” rossi reasoned

grabbing his suit jacket, hotch stood up. “then let’s go, the team will brief when we get back.” with that, the two men exited the office much to the confusion of the team.

____

you practically grew up in the water.

as a kid, your family lived on the coast. swimming was something that came naturally and you were doing it even before you could remember. from age five to twenty-two, you did various swim teams outside and in school. in college, you had swam and broken records all while majoring in criminology. in the end, you decided to go into the fbi acadamy with your skill set.

four years in, you were just a few months away from graduating. however, you had no clue what team you would be recruited onto. you were top of your class with academics and your physical training which made you a good prospect.

you were currently swimming laps in the pool for some extra training. your instructor was sitting at one of the chairs, timing you. he looked up when two familiar agents entered the pool area. you didn’t stop swimming as you hadn’t even realized the two enter.

“agent hotchner, agent rossi,” your instructor greeted, shaking the hands of both.

the three turned towards the pool where you did your final push off of the wall on the far end. “excuse me,” your instructor spoke and leaned down by the wall, the stopwatch in hand. it didn’t take more than a few moments for you to press your hand against the wall and stop swimming.

you emerged from the water, removing your goggles and swim cap. after going under one more time to get your hair wet, you finally appeared and leaned against the wall. “how’d i do?” you asked, not completely aware of the other two agents.

“shaved off five seconds. i’m not sure why you keep wanting to break these acadamy records. you’re already in the top spot.”

you shrugged as a response before looking up at the two older men. “nice to see you again y/n,” rossi greeted. you nodded slightly before getting out of the pool and accepting a towel. once your arms were no longer wet, you shook the hands of hotch and rossi.

“so what brings you to the acadamy?” you asked as you continued to dry off. “we need your help with a case,” hotch revealed. you stopped your movements and furrowed your eyebrows. “my help? what for?” you responded.

“it’s a case in gulf shores, alabama. the unsub is using the ocean to dispose of his victims and all the divers in the city and surrounding area are on a retreat to california. we need someone with diving experience and the swimming ability to aid us,” hotch explained.

“alright, i just need ten minutes to shower, change, and then grab my bags,” you explained. “we’ll be waiting.”

you rushed into the locker rooms, rinsing your hair before using shampoo and conditioner to wash out the chlorine. you were done in record time with five minutes to spare. after changing into jeans, a tank top, your combat boots, and slipping on your oversized fbi windbreaker, you exited and went to grab your bag.

just as you said, you were meeting up with hotch and rossi ten minutes later. you had a go bag in hand and behind you was another with your diving equipment including a wet suit, flippers, and a mask. the three of you headed to the car and began your drive to the bau building.

walking in, hotch motioned for you to drop your bags in his office before following him into the conference room.

“everyone this is y/n y/l/n from the acadamy. she will be assisting us on this case,” hotch announced, “these are agents prentiss, morgan, j.j., and doctor reid. you already know rossi and that is our technical analyst penelope garcia.”

the team took in your appearance. it was hard not too, as they were profilers. you were pretty young, almost the same age as spencer. your hair was still soaking wet and you had the faint smell of chlorine on you. “wait, why do i recognize your name?” emily spoke up.

“well,” rossi started, “y/n currently holds the record for the women’s open swim competition as well as smashing the biathlon and triathlon times at the acadamy.” you blushed slightly, not used to all this attention. emily nodded, obviously realizing why she had known you.

“we can get to know y/n on the plane, let’s get started,” hotch said as he sat down.

garcia began to go over the details of the case, “three bodies have been found in the gulf of mexico over the past two days. what’s weird is that they were all killed around the same time and have markings that resemble shark bites. however, the medical examiner determined that they weren’t actually made from a shark. none of the victims knew each other either. plus, all divers are out of town. these bodies were found by chance.”

“the unsub has to know about the retreat. anyone could have stumbled on the bodies if he hadn’t,” you added.

after bouncing around possible theories, hotch told the team that it was thirty minutes before ‘wheels up’. you, however, were in hotch’s office, receiving your orders for the case.

“since you are still a cadet, you are not allowed to go anywhere alone. all orders must come from one of us,” hotch told you. it was pretty much just standard procedure.

meanwhile, the official agents of the team all sat around their desks in the bullpen. “so the new girl?” j.j. started. “she’s a killer athlete and her skills are really good,” derek added.

“what do you think reid?” emily asked.

spencer, who was reading some book, glanced up for a quick moment. “her record is impressive,” as he said this, his voice went up slightly on the last word. “oh my god,” garcia started, “you totally think she’s pretty!” spencer’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. the other agents were about to add something but hotch and you emerged from his office. “let’s head out,” he announced.

on the plane, the first ten or so minutes were spent going over the case details. “alright, i want reid, y/n, and morgan to all head down the the port. a boat is waiting to take you out to the dump sight. y/n i need you in the water seeing if anything useful is underwater. time is important and we need you there as quick as possible,” hotch ordered.

“should i get changed?” you questioned.

once seeing your superior nod, you grabbed your bag and headed to the bathroom. it was honestly miracle that in the small airplane bathroom, you managed to change into a swimsuit and your full body wetsuit. after tossing your hair up into a messy bun, you slipped back on your shoes and made your way into the jet.

all eyes were on you as you sat back down in your seat next to spencer, now in a completely different outfit. “so y/n, what’s your life story?” emily asked. hotch and rossi were now sitting on the opposite side of the jet leaving you, j.j., derek, spencer, and emily to talk.

“well, i was raised on the coast and was pretty much swimming before i could talk fully. my parents always had me involved in different swimming groups during my childhood. i was on varsity swimming all four years of high school. i went to harvard for college, majoring in in criminology and swam for the school also. entered the acadamy after when i was 23,” you explained.

“i thought the acadamy training was only two years?” derek asked.

you shrugged and took a drink from your bottle of water, “i’m taking profiling courses and doing minor field work at the same time. it adds two years on to the program,” you responded. “so your what, 26? 27?” you cracked your knuckles, “i’m 27.”

“not much younger than pretty boy over here,” derek smirked, “so what do you do for fun?” you leaned back into your seat. “oh i’m a huge sci-fi nerd,” you smiled. spencer perked up as derek groaned. “what shows?” the genius asked.

“i mean star wars and star trek are my two favorite. i’m also a fan of doctor who but i haven’t watched it recently,” you explained.

emily, j.j., and derek all watched as you and spencer became engrossed in conversation about one of the shows. you two were talking incredibly fast and motioning rapidly with your hands. wide smiles were on both of your faces. the three other agents shared a look before going to sit in different seats.

upon arrival to the city, you, spencer, and morgan all headed down to the port. after greeting one of the police officers, you boarded the boat. you were shown a room where you could finish suiting up. the water where the body was dropped was pretty deep, meaning you would need to wear an oxygen tank.

“hey spencer!” you called, “can you come help me?” spencer walked out from the deck and into the room. “i need some help putting on the vest.” spencer grabbed the vest which would hold the tank. you held your arms out behind you as he slipped it on. the two of you were extremely close as spencer began to fasten and clip the buckles. you inhaled sharply and when you felt his hot breath on your neck.

“alright you’re good to go,” spencer spoke, still close to you.

you stepped back with a smile. after thanking on, you slipped on your boots and fins. the police officer helped put the tank on your back and connect it to your snorkel.

now, you sat on the edge of the boat, about to go under. “you ready?” morgan asked. you didn’t respond but instead leaned back so you fell off of the boat and into the water. spencer and morgan shared a quick look as they watched you disappear under the water.

minutes later, you emerged at the surface. in your hand was a necklace. derek held out a bag which you then placed the necklace in. after climbing onto the bout, spencer moved over to stand with you.

“do you need help again?”

you shook your head no. “i’m okay for now,” you spoke. as you walked away, spencer felt something be placed in the palm of his hand. he looked down to see a small polished shell, no doubt from you. he smiled softly before going to find morgan.

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three days later, the team had identified the unsub.

the only issue was that his current whereabouts were unknown and he had another girl with him. however, an anonymous tip was sent to the police station that they saw a small boat go out in the ocean a few minutes ago.

one of the police boats was started and the team piled on. as quickly as you could, you got into your scuba gear just in case. this time, it was a much more modified version; only wearing a wetsuit and a snorkel mask. you didn’t think you would need it and you weren’t even due if you were going in the water or not.

it only took a few minutes for you to arrive at the location. just as you were in view, the unsub pushed the girl off the boat before jumping in himself. he pulled her down deep as a way to drown her. the unsub was clad in his own scuba gear, allowing for him to do so.

after hotch nodded towards you, you took off running before diving off the edge of the boat.

as you swam down the ocean, you looked around. suprisingly, the unsub wasn’t even in sight. it didn’t help that the water wasn’t exactly clear. however, you managed to spot the victim a few feet down. you grabbed her arm and pulled her to the surface.

the boat was a few yards away. using one arm, you propelled yourself through the water. morgan and hotch were already waiting by the ladder at the back part of the boat. after taking your mask off and tossing it on the deck, you helped the victim over to the ladder.

once she was lifted onto the boat, you started to climb up. but, a hand on your calf stopped you. you could barely react as you were pulled underwater, most of your oxygen being knocked out of you.

the water was extremely salty but you pried your eyes open and were met with the unsubs. you were at a disadvantage as he had a mask and you didn’t. if you tried to swim up, he would just drag you back down. so there was only one option, you needed to fight.

in ten seconds, you managed to rip the mask off. you were even deeper underwater now and you knew you couldn’t hold your breath underwater. with your strength, you managed to kick the unsub hard in the stomach. the unsubs eyes showed nothing but panic as water filled his mouth.

in a final effort to save yourself, you wrapped your arms around the unsub neck and started to strangle him. black spots crowded your vision as the unsub thrashed violently, creating bubbles around you. finally, he stopped moving.

you managed to swim to the surface, taking in as much oxygen as possible as you frantically looked around.

the police boat was now even further away. you knew the risks as water was still in your lungs and dry drowning was pretty much inevitable at this point. nonetheless, you dived back under and grabbed the unsubs now dead body. after bringing it to the top, you managed to make it over to the boat.

the team helped you back onto the boat. you rolled over so you were on your knees, pressing your forehead to the deck floor. you began coughing, directly due to the salt water the filled your lungs. your eyes screwed shut as you wrapped your arms around your stomach.

spencer kneeled down beside you, placing his hand on the small of your back. “post-immersion syndrome, known as dry drowning,” spencer informed everyone.

your chest grew tighter as you struggled to breathe. in the background, you heard hotch yelling to speed up. “match my breathing pattern okay. i need you to stay calm,” spencer whispered to you.

he rolled you over so you were sitting upright. a painful look was displayed in your face as the two of you made eye contact. your breathing matched his despite your cloudy vision. you struggled to your first and over to the side of the boat, immediately leaning over the rail to cough up the water from your lungs.

that’s all you remembered before you passed out.

waking up in the hospital meet hours later was less then fun. your lungs burned but thankfully, with the ventilator, you were breathing okay.

in the corner of the hospital room, you noticed spencer sitting with a book in his hand. you smiled weakly and moved your arm to get his attention, not trusting your voice at the moment.

“hey,” spencer spoke, moving to sit by your bedside.

you smiled softly. “i feel terrible,” spencer added. you shot him a questioning look. “i mean you almost drowned. i should have done something.”

“take me out to dinner and we’ll call it even,” you managed to get out despite the raspiness of your voice.

spencer grinning brightly, “i would love too.”

#criminal #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #david rossi #penelope garcia

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honeypirate · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu? Part two

Pairing: still not set. Probably won’t be for a bit. Tanaka fluff tho. To be honest I’m not that great as writing him so this was supposed to push myself with practice.

Master list

A/n: I linked what I think the outfit would look like minus the shoes part.

You step out of the gym with the rest of the boys, Daichi locking the door behind you all, you take a few steps down the familiar sidewalk and look around at the school. ‘It’s a lot bigger in person’ you think, ‘this is absolutely crazy. I feel insane. How is this real? I wonder if I’ll ever get home or if I’ll be stuck here. Maybe I’m a character on the show now. Maybe this is just a dream’ you’re so caught up in your own thoughts as you look around, taking in all the details of the school, that you don’t hear Asahi calling your name until he softly touches your elbow “y/n?” He asks, his voice familiar and sending tingles throughout your body as he said your name. ‘I’m never going to get used to this’

“Yes? Sorry I spaced out for a minute” you laugh awkwardly and smile up at the tall boy, “we’re going now” he says and gestures over his shoulder with his thumb at the rest of the team a little ways away, waiting for you. You wave “sorry guys” you say and start to walk over to them with Asahi.

You walk down the road with the team, looking at the buildings you pass and everything you can see in the dark, not really paying attention to the conversation anymore. You were confused and in shock still, thrown into a completely new world was the biggest culture shock you’ve ever had and to top it off it was a world you didn’t even think really existed. You shiver from the cold night air, the skin on your arms and neck erupting in goose bumps, you hug your body to try and conserve body heat until you get to Tanaka’s house. As you look down at yourself you realize that you’ll have to do something about clothes. All you have is what is on your body right now, black skinny jeans, a white tee shirt, fluffy forest green socks, and Birkenstock’s. You frown and furrow your brows, not noticing Daichi fall behind the group to walk next to you.

“Are you cold?” He asks softly and when you lift your head to look at him he’s wearing such a soft expression that chased all your fears away “a little” you smile up at him “but don’t worry about me. I’ll be okay” he laughs “y/n. You seem like an extremely strong person but anyone would be upset and in shock if this happened to them, so, at least while you’re here, let us look after you” he smiles with his eyes closed and holds out a black hoodie. “Here. You can have this” you take it from his hands and smile “thank you Daichi. You’re everything I thought you’d be and more” you say and stop to slip on his hoodie, the scent of sandalwood and clean laundry filling your nose as your body thanks you for the added warmth. when you look up at him again, he’s stopped by you and is looking at you with blushing cheeks. “there we go” he says and pushes the hood off your head, smoothing down your hair. You blush while looking into his deep brown eyes, you heart beat racing, his hands still on your shoulders “Y/N!” Tanaka yells and Daichi drops his hands, “we’re going this way!” you chuckle “okay!” you call back and hear the warm sound of Daichi’s soft laughter beside you as you catch back up to the group

Before everyone starts to separate you think of a question to ask “hey guys?” They stop and turn to look at you “what’s up y/n?” Asahi asks “So tomorrow, you guys have early practice and then school and more practice. And uhh what should I do during that time?” You fidget with your fingers as you talk, anxiety bubbling in your chest.

“I don think it will ever feel normal that she knows everything about us.” Tsuki says and you frown, you didn’t mean for this and you already felt guilty for knowing so much about them when they hardly knew you at all, save for about a days worth of facts. “I don’t know everything and if you want I’ll tell you the truth to anything you could ask” you quip back and sigh “ I’m sure we will all take you up on that at some pint or other.” Asahi says and they turns to Daichi “Could she come to our classes with one of us? Like a spectator for a day?” he places his hand on his chin “maybe, that’s a good idea, how about she comes to morning practice with us, I’m sure she can help out with a few things there and then I’ll talk to Takeda about it, if it’s possible then we’ll do that.” He looks at you then “If it’s not possible then we will spend our free periods with you so you’re not alone and you can eat lunch with us there. At times when none of us can be with you you can take my laptop and hang out in the court doing more research.” You smile and nod “okay. That sounds good” you didn’t have any better ideas and neither did any of the other boys, you just knew you felt a little wary about being alone in this world.

Once it was just you and Tanaka walking to his place you felt the weight of this experience press on you, making you exhausted and making it harder to keep your eyes open. Once to get to his house you smile when you walk it, it was homey and comfortable. You take in every detail as you leave your shoes by the door. Tanaka gives you a tour of the house and you can’t help the happy excited feeling in your heart. As weird as this was it was also really amazing. Your stomach growls in the middle of him showing you Saeko’s room and he pauses looking at you for a few moments before smiling big “how come you didn’t say you were hungry?! I’ll go make you something and you can shower if you want or something” he goes to leave and you grab his hand, stopping him. “Tanaka wait” he turns back to look at you with a goofy smile as he squeezes your hand “yeah y/n?” You smile back at him, unable to stop it because of how cute he was “do you have sweats I can borrow?” You ask and his eyes go wide “oh totally! Sorry I forgot you don’t have any clothes. Come with me” he takes you to his room, holding your hand the whole time until he had to let go to rummage through his dresser.

“Here. You can have these if you want, if you’re here longer than a day you’ll need them. And you can borrow anything from Saeko’s closet tomorrow if you want as well. She’ll understand.” He hands you a stack of clothes, a pair of sweats and two shirts, one plain black and the other the school colors that says ‘Karasuno High’. You smile as you look at them “thank you Tanaka. Everyone’s been so kind to me I’m forever grateful. I haven’t really wrapped my head around this experience yet but I’m glad I’m not alone.” You say softly and he blushes a little “it’s no problem y/n. Now go shower or change and I’ll go make dinner” he says, grabbing your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze before going to the kitchen, leaving you alone for the first time in this world.

You turn on the shower and peel the clothes off your body, folding then and setting them on the counter, you check your phone to see if it had any battery left and it does “I guess having no service means better battery life” you play your shower playlist that you thankfully have downloaded offline and then look your body over in the mirror. you barely recognized yourself in this universe. you sigh and get into the shower, the hot water cascades down your body and helps release the tight muscles in your back. you close your eyes and try to breath but the familiar feeling in your throat when you feel like you're going to cry won’t seem to dissipate. You’re so incredibly overwhelmed with the weight of your situation you can’t seem to get a hold of yourself. The scared tears that flow from your eyes wont seem to cease so you try t go through a typical shower for you, as you shampoo your hair you were glad for the sounds of the water, loudly hitting the shower floor with each pass of your hands through your hair, for drowning out the sounds of your sobs, you’re so scared and worried you’ll never be able to go home. You’ve found nothing after hours of research and nothing like this has ever happened before. You finish your shower by using an amazing body wash that smelt like lavender, the smell making you relax and calm down. ‘Maybe..’ you thought as you wrapped yourself in a towel ‘maybe this is like Narnia, I’ll go home and it’ll be five minutes of time that passed’. You dry off and then wrap the towel around your head, deciding to wear the plain shirt to bed and slipped it on as well as the sweats before towel drying your hair some more and hanging it up. You stash your clothes inside Saeko’s room by the door before going to find Tanaka.

“Tanaka?” You call out as you walk down the hallway, forgetting which door was the kitchen, he pops his head out the door on the right with a smile on his face “in here y/n” he says before disappearing. You smile, your heart rate quickening as you make your way into the kitchen. “Should I be quiet? Where are your parents?” He shrugs “they work a lot and don’t come home until late and aren’t usually awake in the morning when I leave. I texted my mom about you though and she doesn’t mind you staying over” you run your fingers through your damp hair and say “okay. Good to know” you’re standing in the doorway, a little awkward as you watch him finish cooking something on the stove, something that smells amazing you might add. “You can sit” he says and you hear the amused smile in his voice “it’s almost done and then we can eat and talk some more” you blush a little and then make your way over to the table and sitting.

When he brings you a plate of you food, you take a bite and you could have cried from the happiness it brought it. “Tanaka this is amazing thank you so much it’s delicious” you can’t help but take a few more quick bites. He chuckles and says “you’re welcome y/n!”

You practically inhale your food as Tanaka just watches, amused with how adorable you looks, eating the food he prepared and wearing his clothes, you were so adorable he hardly even focused on his food. When you were done you looked a little embarrassed and he thought you were even cuter blushing. “I’m sorry I guess I forgot about my manners” you look at your clean plate and use a napkin to wipe your mouth. “Let me repay you by doing the dishes!” You say and go to stand but he stops you “don’t worry about it. Really. You should to sleep and rest. You’ve been through a lot” you try to argue but he just gets louder with his insisting so you end up giving it with a laugh. “Okay okay. Thank you so much Tanaka I really appreciate everything you and the team have done for me” he blushes a little and scratches his neck “you’re welcome y/n. Sleep well” you stand, giving him a smile before walking out.

You head back to Saeko’s room and pick up the hoodie Daichi gave you, slipping it on before lay down in bed, which was surprisingly comfortable for how hard it was. You heard the sounds of dishes and Tanaka moving around and even though you were tired you just couldn’t sleep. You felt too alone and too out of place. When you heard Tanaka coming you got up from the bed and made you way over to the door, opening it just as he past it “Tanaka?” You say quietly, a little embarrassed about what you want to ask him, your eyebrows furrowed and you chewed your lip as he turned around, his eyebrows raised and a small smile as he tilted his head, “y/n?” He says just as quiet as you. You debate just saying never mind and going back to bed but you don’t, you’ve been taught to ask for what you want and what’s the worst? He’d say no. You look from your hands up into his eyes, he looks a little worried but waits for you to speak. You can’t seem to get the words to come out of your throat so you just close the distance between you both and carefully wrap your arms around his waist and gently place your head against his chest. He waits a moment in shock before he wraps his arms around you and holds you with just the right amount of pressure, you can feel your anxiety draining away. He holds you to his chest and slowly rubs circles across your back, waiting until you were ready, he feels your breathing even out as you calm down and when you pull away he notices your tired, tear stained, and bloodshot eyes. “Thank you Tanaka.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, he nods “I understand. I’m here if you ever need another hug” his ruffles your hair softly, like a big brother would, before smiling and walking you back to the door of Saeko’s room. “Try and get some sleep y/n. I’ll wake you up in the morning” you nod and blush, going back to bed without saying anything else.

#haikyuu!!#tanaka haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfiction #hq x you #haikyuu x reader #tanaka x reader #hq x reader #tanaka fluff #daichi fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq daichi #hq asahi

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mattzerella-sticks · 4 years ago

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Supernatural Crack🩹tober

Day 15 - Impala Alternate Paint Job

“There are no innocents. There are, however, different degrees of responsibility.”

-Stieg Larsson, The Girl Who Played with Fire

He should have known by Jack’s grin. The younger boy never looked as sinister then he did walking into the kitchen, lips curled in private glee. Looking every bit like his birth father. Sam paused; fork half raised with dressing-drenched spinach stuck on the spines. Waiting for Jack to share what caused such a strange mood. When Jack keeps quiet, puttering near the counter, Sam sets his lunch down. Sighing, “Jack?”

“Yes, Sam?”

“Where were you just now?”

Jack schools his features into something more innocent, like Sam hadn’t seen his earlier deviousness. “Around?”

“Around…” Sam taps his finger, thinking. “Around where?”

“The Bunker.”

“Jack…” He swipes at his mouth, frowning. “Sit down.” Jack abandons his glass of milk on the table, following Sam’s orders in a sullen manner. Shoulders drooping as he sinks into the seat. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

He doesn’t, at first. But under intense pressure from parental disappointment, Jack’s resolve shatters. “I was only doing what you told me to do!”

“What?”

“About Dean,” he explains, “About what I should do.”

It clicks. He flashes back, remembering a short conversation they had. When Jack, locked out of his room and knob in hand, stood staring at the door. Sam happened across him by accident, passing through towards the library. “Jack?” he asked then, too, “what are you doing?”

“My doorknob fell off,” he said, presenting it, “I… I didn’t think I pulled that hard.”

Sam arched a brow, glancing between the knob and where it was. Then he looked up at the end of the hallway, where a hint of plaid disappeared around the curve. Ah. “Jack,” he said, “you didn’t do this. Dean did.”

“But… Dean wasn’t here?”

He won’t correct him there, addressing more important issues. “No, it’s a prank Jack. Dean loosened the screws on your knob. You understand?”

“I… I think I do,” he said, “Pranks… there’s supposed to be retaliation, right? Dean pranked me, so I should prank him back?”

“I guess.”

“How do I prank?”’ Jack asked, “Do I… break his doorknob?”

He whistled a low note, rocking on his heels. “No, Jack, you don’t have to do that,” Sam drawled, “Pranking… it should annoy Dean. Get under his skin, like how it must’ve when you thought you broke your door.”

Jack nodded, “I was annoyed, yes. So, Dean should feel annoyed and that would make me… happy?”

“If you do it right,” he said. “Do things like… put hair dye in his shampoo, switch Cas’s number in his phone with a random one or make a self-portrait out of clippings from his Busty Asian Beauties.”

“But those aren’t affecting him?”

“They will. They’re things he loves,” Sam told Jack, “Looks. Porn. Cas. If you mess with stuff like that, then he’ll be pranked. Oh! And it has to be a surprise. The best pranks are always the ones you don’t see coming.”

He left Jack after that, hoping he gave enough to be helpful. From Jack’s entrance and how he acted, Sam guesses his advice worked. Which left only one, final question. “What did you do?”

“Sam!” Jack gasps, “It’s supposed to be a surprise –“

“For Dean!”

“Sam…”

“Jack,” Sam mirrors his tone, pouting, “come on… tell me? Please?” His lips thin, squinting as he leans over the table. “Tell me or I tell Dean that you pranked him.”

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!”

They jump, turning to where the scream tore the gentle peace. Jack chuckles, “I think he knows.” He trips out of his seat, bounding after the sound. Sam following with a touch more poise, keeping pace with Jack. As they run, Dean screams and curses. Guiding Sam, giving him a better clue on what Jack did. He recognizes this part of the Bunker, and Sam’s stomach lurches.

“Jack,” he gasps, dialing up his speed, “you didn’t…”

Jack did. Sam openly gapes at the Impala, mind fritzing as he takes in her new style. Sleek black replaced by a Pepto-Bismol pink. Across the hood, on all doors, and over Baby’s hood, too. He covered every inch of her in this cheap paint.

“Sam!” Cas shouts, overpowering the static. “Sam, Dean, he –“ Sam looks at his brother, cradled in Cas’s arms. Unconscious, drooling slightly. Totally limp. “He fainted from shock,” he says, brows arched in concern. “What’s happening? Why is his car pink?”

“I… I don’t know,” Sam tells Cas, glaring at Jack, “but someone might.”

Jack stares in horror at Dean, choking on starts of sentences. But then Sam elbows Jack, which does the trick. “I did it!” he blurts, panicky, “I… I painted the Impala. But only because Sam told me to!”

“What? Cas – no,” he defends himself, “I told Jack he should prank Dean but not like this!”

“Which, if you think about it,” Jack adds, “sort of makes this Dean’s fault. If he hadn’t pranked me, I wouldn’t have done this.”

Cas doesn’t agree with his reasoning. He throws an arm around his shoulder, lifting Dean as he stands. “As far as I’m concerned,” he growls, “it’s all your faults – including my idiot husband’s. Now, if you want to be alive by the time he wakes up, you need to get Baby looking like she did.”

Sam agrees, knowing how important the next few hours are. If Dean comes to before they’ve finished, then Team Free Will’s membership will be cut in half. “Dean keeps black paint at his workstation, for whenever Baby comes back dinged or scratch from a hunt.”

“Will there be enough to fix… that?”

“I’m pretty sure. If not, then Jack’ll just fly into town and get more,” he claps the younger boy on his shoulder with a heavy hand. “Isn’t that right?”

Jack agrees, “I can get some now, too, if we need!”

“Use what we have, and then if you need to, go.” Cas carries Dean out of the garage, “I’ll look after Dean. Make sure he stays under, buy you time.” His voice echoes ominously as he nears the exit. “But I don’t know how long I can distract him. Work as if he were storming down the hall in the next five minutes.”

Sam waves him off, false grin fading into a scowl when he finally disappears. He rounds on Jack, arms crossed. “You painted his car?”

“You said to mess with something he loves!”

“Yes, loves!” Sam yells, “Not the one thing he’s creepily, unhealthily obsessed with! You’re lucky he passed out before the bloodlust set in…” His own anger clouds his judgement, red foggy at the edges of his vision. The color bleeds clear when he notices Jack’s trembling lip. “Jack?”

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I… I just wanted to do a good prank. I didn’t mean to go overboard.” Tears threaten to fall, and seeing them extinguishes the fire burning in his chest.

“Jack…” Sam drags the younger boy into a loose hug, tousling his hair, “I know. And I’m sure Dean would understand, too… sort of… if he doesn’t believe the lie we’ll tell about him dreaming the pink Impala.”

“You think?”

He doesn’t. But Jack needs his own lies, too. At least what he says next is the truth. “Besides, this is only paint. Baby’s seen worse than Malibu Barbie throw-up. We’ll have her back to her beautiful self in no time.”

“Yeah,” Jack sniffs, squeezing Sam tighter into the embrace. They stay like that, hugging, unmoving despite the ticking clock in the background. “Hey, Sam?” Jack asks, “it was a good prank, wasn’t it?”

“Honestly?” he shrugs, laughing, “the best. I mean… Dean fainted. Dean. I wish I could’ve seen it happen.”

“Well, we can.” Jack pulls back, smiling, “I set up cameras to capture it all.”

“You did?”

“From different angles.”

Sam thinks about it, weighing his options. “Later,” he says, “first… let’s get painting.”

(Day 14 - That’s No Moose!!)

#supernatural #spn #cracktober #profoundnet #jack kline #sam winchester #spn fanfic #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas

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winryofresembool · 4 years ago

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Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 14

aka Caleo uni au

Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…

Chapter summary: Leo's fear raises its head at the worst possible moment.

A/N: Finally some (slight) drama after I've drowned all of you in fluff in the previous chapters. Also, it was pretty exciting for me to finally get to explore Leo's studying life a bit more in this chapter.

I also want to take this opportunity to advertise a future fic of mine that I /hope/ to finish by the end of this week. The past week I've been working on a post ToN Caleo one-shot which is already over 4000 words long and at this point mainly needs some heavy editing to be posted. So stay tuned for that too if you like this ship!

Big big thanks to Cris for helping me a whole lot with this chapter! I really needed your science knowledge :’)

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! And remember that comments are the only reward I get so they would be much, much appreciated!!

Characters in this ch: Calypso, Leo. Jason, Percy, Annabeth

Words: 3000+

Genre: romance & hurt/comfort

Warnings: none

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“Mister Valdez? Are you listening?”

Leo snapped out of his daze. He was at his engineering math class and for the past 15 minutes the professor had been explaining to the group a problem that had taken Leo about 2-3 minutes to solve. Usually he did something else while listening to his professors; finish more calculations (sometimes even ones they weren’t assigned to do), doodle blueprints and ideas for future inventions into his notebook, write down a new joke he had come up with, or text Jason that he was bored. Weirdly enough, doing all that other stuff helped him to focus on what was going on in the lecture.

However, this time his mind was elsewhere; it kept showing him images of a girl with shoulder length reddish brown hair, dark brown eyes that seemed a bit harsh at first but softened when she laughed at his joke, a couple of freckles on her light skin… He could also hear her laughter and smell the cinnamon scent that probably came from the shampoo she used in his head. The previous evening had gone so well but he had no idea what to make of it; even if he did like Calypso (which he wasn’t quite ready to admit yet), could anything ever happen? They were flatmates. Things would sure get complicated if they got together and then broke up and would barely stand each other’s company… Besides, who was to say she’d ever like him? Sure, sometimes she seemed amused by his jokes but what other reasons did he give for her to like him? Not much, he felt.

Leo started to get frustrated because he couldn’t get those thoughts out of his head and he might have started to growl to himself if the professor hadn’t called him at that exact moment.

“Yes?” Leo answered unsurely, not having heard what the professor had asked.

“Good. Then you can tell me what the solution to this problem is.” The professor pointed at the long and complicated looking problem on the whiteboard.

Leo sighed of relief on the inside. They were still talking about the same problem that he had solved over 10 minutes ago. He could do this.

“X is 3,65, Y is 5,51 and Z is 7,24,” he said, sounding almost bored.

“That is correct,” the professor said, badly hiding his surprise. He had thought this kid who seemed to be living in his dream world would be utterly confused by his question. He turned his attention back to the rest of the class and continued: “Of course, the easiest way to solve this equation is to divide X with… Yes, Mister Valdez?”

“Actually, I disagree,” Leo said, now completely awake. “Why would you divide it when you can…”

“Which one of us is the professor here, Mister Valdez?” the professor cut him off. “You may think you know how to do this but there are plenty of students here who aren’t quite as advanced and that’s why it’s better to show them one way to do it rather than to confuse them by....”

“Yeah, right, my bad,” Leo said sarcastically. “If these students are so simple minded, then why don’t you give them more practical problems to solve? You know, things we might actually need in the work life instead of… that,” he pointed at the whiteboard.

A couple of people were brave enough to nod and hum in agreement to Leo’s comments but there were also a few that started laughing.

“Alright, that’s it, Mister Valdez. Leave my class.”

Leo obeyed gladly (that class was such a waste of time anyway). He packed his things and headed out of the room, grinning widely as he left to let the professor know he hadn’t won that battle. It was almost lunch time so he decided to already go to the cafeteria to wait for Jason whose class wasn’t too far either.

About 15 minutes later Jason showed up, and to Leo's surprise he also had company. Percy Jackson did occasionally join them for a game night or a sparring session but Leo almost exclusively saw him outside the university. From what he knew Percy was currently focusing on his swimming career and wasn’t studying anything. Now he had however joined Jason for lunch and that made Leo wonder if there was some specific reason for that.

“Hey, man,” Jason greeted. “You’re early today. Are they having enchiladas or something?”

“Nah,” Leo shook his head. “I may have gotten kicked out of the class.”

“What did you do this time?” Jason rolled his eyes.

“Nothing, really!” Leo exclaimed. Jason kept looking at him suspiciously, though, so he had to add eventually: “Fine, I may have disagreed with the professor about some of his methods, but really, that’s all. Didn’t blow up the lab or anything like that.”

“One time when I was in the high school I told the teacher his pants were unzipped and I wasn’t allowed to participate in his classes for a whole week after that. Didn’t miss much, though, he sucked as a teacher,” Percy joined the conversation.

“That’s exactly what I thought about this guy!” Leo said and gave Percy a high five. “Anyway, what are you doing here? I thought you’d be in the pool at this hour.”

“Just checking the places,” Percy shrugged. Leo raised his eyebrow questioningly. “Fine, Annabeth thinks that at some point I should start thinking about my career after swimming so Jason said he could show me around today so I’d get an idea what it’s like here. Oh and, he promised me a free lunch.”

“Makes sense,” Leo said while already looking at the menu eagerly. “I’d come here for a free lunch too.”

“You pay for this one, though,” Percy pointed out.

“Back to the actual topic ,” Jason said, looking at Leo a bit worriedly. “You didn’t get into big trouble with that professor, did you?”

“I think he’ll go back to ignoring me again in the next class. “ Leo replied. “So no need to worry.”

“Good. It’s just that, after that last lab incident…” Jason started, referring to an incident that had happened in the previous semester, but Leo stopped him.

“I said no need to worry,” Leo said a bit louder. “I’ve got things sorted, OK? Just… let’s go to get that damn lunch now. Chili con carne, anyone?”

In reality, Leo knew that if he skipped one more lab class, the professors wouldn’t be that understanding. The saddest part about it was that he actually enjoyed the lab classes way more than the boring theory classes because there you got to try things out with your own hands, but… there was one big but. He couldn’t be there when…

“Leo?” he heard Jason’s voice somewhere nearby

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“You were just totally zoned out, I was talking to you like a full minute and I don’t think you heard anything I said,” Jason pointed out.

“Oh, sorry. Lots going on in my mind. So, what did you say?” Leo asked.

“I was asking about when we should meet up on Saturday? I have soccer practice in the morning and Piper has a meeting with her theater group at 1 pm but we’re free after that.”

“I have to ask Cal but I think I can organize my work so I’d be free any time after 4 pm.”

“Alright, sounds fine to me,” Jason said, but Leo could sense that he was still wondering what had been bothering him that much.

“So who’s this Cal person?” Percy asked when the boys made it to the buffet tables.

“My new flatmate,” Leo said simply, currently more interested in filling his plate than elaborating on his living situation.

“OK. I was just wondering because Annabeth mentioned that she’d been at your place, and apparently she’d helped to give this flatmate of yours a makeover.”

“Oh, yeah!” Leo said, remembering that meeting quite vividly. “From what I’ve heard they’ve been hanging out quite a lot lately. That’s good because… well, she’s new here.” Leo was going to say that she doesn’t seem to have a lot of people in her life, but decided that he didn’t want to reveal too much to someone who had never even met her.

“Where is she from then?”

“I think she moved here from New York,” Leo said. “And she’s around your age. Who knows, you might even know her.”

“New York is a pretty big place,” Percy pointed out. “I guess Cal is a nickname? What’s her full name?”

Leo was going to answer when he spotted the chemistry lab professor in the crowd and he quickly hid behind Jason.

“Don’t let him see me,” Leo said hastily. “He’s gonna…”

Leo didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence when he heard the said professor say loudly: “Mister Valdez!”

Leo peeked from behind his friend.

“Hola, professor,” he said awkwardly. “Didn’t see you there.”

“Yes you did, you were just trying to hide from me. I wanted to remind you that today is the test day which is 60% of the mark. And that means that…”

“If I skip that test, I will fail the class,” Leo added, looking down at his feet. He didn’t remain like that long, though. “I’ll be there, professor.” He put up a brave face and saluted him as the professor just ‘hmmph’ed and turned away from me.

“I thought you said you have everything in order.” Jason raised his eyebrow once the boys had paid for their lunches and started to look for a table. “That didn’t seem like it.”

“Take care of your own business, Sparky,” Leo grunted and pointed at one empty table not far from them. “Let’s go there.”

“I’m serious, Leo,” Jason continued once they got seated. “Something is bothering you. We are your friends and we do care. You can trust us on this.”

Leo let Jason’s words sink in. Friends. Care. Trust. Since his mother died, he had always been the oddball, the outsider until he got a family who actually cared about him, Jo, Emmie and Georgie, but he still got a bit overwhelmed every time he realized that he really mattered to someone.

“Thanks, man.” Leo said finally. “I’ll… keep that in my mind. Promise.”

“Good.” Jason smiled at him encouragingly. “You can talk to us whenever you feel like it.”

After that the discussion moved to other things. Percy was hopeful that he was fit enough for a new record in his next competition and he didn’t forget to praise her little sister as well. Jason mentioned having seen his father at the campus but he had barely acknowledged his presence. Leo threw a few sarcastic comments here and there to let the others know he was listening. However, he had lost his appetite after hearing about the test. He had barely tasted his lunch and was now moving the rice back and forth on his plate as it got cooler. If the others noticed that, they didn’t say anything, probably thinking that it was better to let Leo open up on his own accord.

The lunch time flew by too fast for Leo’s liking. After separating from his friends he started heading towards the lab where most of the other students were already getting prepared. Taking a deep breath, he stepped in, hoping for the best.

The lab class started with a brief written test that made sure the students were ready for the practice part. This time would be particularly important, though, because it was testing them about pretty much everything they had learned so far in that class, and would be graded accordingly.

The written test caused no problem to Leo. He’d be able to name the lab tools by heart even in his sleep and the calculations weren’t much harder to him. However, he was already dreading the actual practice part for a very specific reason…

In the practice Leo would have to mix a few compounds together to get a chemical reaction. That was the simple part. But unfortunately for him, these said compounds would have to be heated in order for them to react. And of course you’d need a flame to do that. Now that was the hard part for Leo. He hated the gas burners and it had become a habit for him to skip a lab class when he knew they would be used. Unfortunately for him, that was fairly often because apparently the university’s heating plates were used by some other group at the same time, and that was also why he was about to fail this class. But if he could handle using the burner just this once, maybe he’d be fine… He knew he couldn’t afford to fail it because if he did, it might be a sign that he wouldn’t be able to do the job he was so excited about, and that would be a huge slap in his face. Maybe even bigger than he was ready to admit.

He measured the compounds and was ready to heat them when he noticed that a fellow student nearby had accidentally mistaken two of the compounds with each other, ruining the mixture. That gave him an idea.

“Pssst. I can mix a new one for you if you heat this for me.”

“What?” The other student looked at him with confusion. “Why would I do that?”

“I just told you. I can fix that for you.”

“You just want to flex with your skills, that’s all,” the guy said, knowing Leo’s reputation as the genius who however refused to join lab classes. Probably because he felt he was too good for them. “May I remind you that this is a solo practice!” the professor yelled from the front of the class. “No talking allowed.”

“Yes, professor,” Leo said quietly, but rolled his eyes at him when he turned his back. He read the instructions one more time to make sure he hadn’t missed anything and when he was double convinced that he was in the part that he had dreaded, he breathed sharply and picked up his gas burner and some matches. He felt his heart starting to race and his hands starting to shake as he took one match from the box and tried to light it.

He tried once. Twice. Took a deep breath and tried once more. At this point his hands were shaking so furiously that the match fell from his hand. Realizing that he still couldn’t do it, he made a frustrated groan, dropped the match box on the table and started shakily collecting his things.

“Mister Valdez? Did you finish your task?” The professor raised his gaze from his desk and focused on him. A few others turned to Leo’s direction as well.

“No, sir.”

“And why not?”

“I. can’t.” Leo said with a voice so deep and raw that you rarely got to hear it from him. He left his unfinished product on the professor’s desk. Then he threw his bag over his shoulder and doors banging left the class.

He didn’t make it far when he felt his knees going weak and he had to sit down on the closest chair, burying his face in his hands.

…

“Thanks so much for showing me that place! It feels so good to see some nature even this close to the city,” Calypso exclaimed happily to Annabeth as they were walking towards the dorms. Calypso loved nature and she didn’t really feel at home in the concrete jungle, hoping that one day she could afford to buy a house from the countryside. She had once mentioned that to Annabeth who also enjoyed adventuring in the less crowded areas and had promised to take Calypso to one of her favorite parks nearby. They both had had free time from their classes that afternoon so they had decided to take the advantage of that and go to explore a bit.

The park had been pretty, having a small river running through it and little trails circling the trees. Calypso, who had grown near the sea missed seeing bodies of water so even the river had made her feel a little less homesick. The girls had been there for a few hours, taking pictures and having a small picnic while talking about anything and everything that had come to their minds.

Now, unfortunately, it was time to return back to real life and the assignments that were waiting for them at home.

“No problem,” Annabeth replied to Calypso’s comment. “Honestly, I think this break was much needed. I do love architecture and history and all that but sometimes my ADHD kicks in and I just need to get out of the house.”

“Yeah, it helps to focus again afterwards,” Calypso agreed. “Hey, do you have anything special to do this weekend? Leo, I, Piper and Jason are supposed to have a video game night on Saturday and I thought I’d ask if you want to join. You can ask your boyfriend too if you want, of course! I’m sure Leo wouldn’t mind.”

“What time would it be?” Annabeth asked.

“I haven’t asked Leo yet but he does work on Saturdays so probably not very early. Sometime in the evening. I can inform you when I know more,” Calypso promised.

“Okay, I’ll keep that in my mind. My boyfriend has a swimming practice twice a day so he may not be able to join us but I might!”

“Great!”

The girls had reached the area where Calypso lived so they turned to their own directions.

“I’ll contact you!” Calypso said before Annabeth was too far to hear. She waved at her in response.

Calypso was still smiling when she entered her flat, but the smile soon melted from her face when she saw Leo hunched on the couch, looking utterly lost. Calypso approached him cautiously, asking: “What happened?”

Leo patted on the seat next to him, gesturing to her to join him on the couch. She did, but when he didn’t say anything for a while, though, Calypso decided to be bold and wrap her arm around his shoulder. Leo looked at her with dark eyes, still appreciating the gesture.

“I may have to start making new career plans.”

#caleo #leo valdez #calypso #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo #my fics #caleo uni au

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breadoffoxy · 5 years ago

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Jin - Joke’s on You

Pairing: Jin x f. Reader

Words: 2,905

Summary: You blame everything on Jungkook. Sure, the prank war started because Jin and you wanted to put the brat in his place, but it takes an unexpected turn neither of you expected.

You laugh as you mix the red icing in the bowl. Your best friend leans against the counter with a satisfied smile on his face. You just received one of Jin’s famous puns. No matter what, they always make you laugh.

“How do you even come up with this stuff?”

“What can I say I’m just a genius.”

“Oho genius sure.”

“Speaking of genius.” Jin pics up a salt shaker next to him on the counter and gently shakes it as he smirks.

“And how does that make you a genius?”

Jin makes a show of pulling out a small bowl and spoon. You let him take a small scoop of icing that he dumps into the bowl along with a pile of salt. You grin at him and give him a thumbs up. He looks proud of himself too as he mixes the two ingredients together.

This all started because of Jeon Fucking Jungkook. The three of you are in the middle of a prank war because that man brat has the nerve to keep calling you the O word. The unspeakable word. The two of you took action by hiding some of Jungkook’s things around the house, like just one shoe and one glove. It drove him mad looking for it. Your’s and Jin’s snickering kinda gave it away so young man planned his revenge. He planted fake spiders around the men’s shared apartment, which led to lots of screaming and jumping on furniture. The screaming turned worse when Jungkook flung the spider at Jin.

After giving Taehyung some pocket money, he distracted Jungkook with enough time for the two of you to sneak into his room. There you changed the hot keys on his computer hoping it would frustrate him as Jin held Jungkook’s cell phone and filled his storage with many attractive photos. These actions resulted in you coming home to your apartment filled with pictures of Nicholas Cage. You still find some to this day. Jin came home to a strategically placed cut out of Nicholas Cage. It surprised him so bad everyone ran to his at his scream to check up on him. Yoongi even brought a knife.

Things like this have been going on for the last week. And frankly all your other friends who share a living space with Jin and Jungkook are getting tired of it. But no one is going to stop until the other party forfeits. Which doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen anytime soon. Especially since he keeps calling you both-

“Hey Old Couple, when are the cookies ready?”

Your hand tightens on the spatula as you grind your teeth. For starters, the two of you weren’t that old. The both of you are just a few years older than the brat. If he considers you both so much older, he should show some respect. Secondly, you weren’t a couple despite how nice that sounded to your ears. You’ve known the man for what seems like forever and– oh no he doesn’t!

A resounding slap echoes slightly in the kitchen followed by a yell. You’re glad Jungkook’s hand tried to steal some of your precious icing. It broke your train of thought and gave you a reason to hit him. The young man examines his hand and licks the small amount of icing the spatula left on him before winking at you. Another slap rings out. Jungkook grimaces as he rubs the back of his head.

“Yah! Don’t come in here making demands and stealing things. Out, out!” Jin waves his own spatula around and periodically pokes Jungkook with it until he makes his way out of the kitchen. You examine Jin as he continues to wave his spatula, all the while complaining about the nerve the youngest has to call the two of you old and to boss you around. He mentions nothing about being labeled a couple. Does it even matter to him?

Jin and you grew up together and are practically glued to the hip since diapers. You survived the awkward teenage years, late study nights, and the shitshow that is adulting together, well that last one is still in question. Your moms always tease the two of you about being in a relationship, and your pretty sure they already have a wedding planned out. However, all of that made you uncomfortable growing up. The both of you were upset that boys and girls couldn’t be just friends. Now though you wished the opposite.

“You OK, or are you just dazzled by my face that much?”

You jump slightly, almost spilling the bowl of icing. You fumble with it a second before you start mixing again. “Yep, sorry just lost in thought.”

His gaze is questioning as it lingers on you. You nervously look away. Jin can read you like a book and you hope he doesn’t know about your feelings. You’ve been awkward lately by avoiding his touch, not giving as nearly as much eye contact, and always nervously biting your lip because the butterflies are too much. You were hoping it would just be a simple phase that would quickly pass but you feel yourself falling deeper at the compassion he has always shows you and even when he tells you an awful pun.

The oven dings signaling the cookies being done and his gaze finally leaves you. Jin pulls the cookies out of the oven. For a minute you are both silent as you wait for the cookies to cool.

“Have I ever told you the one about the alpaca?”

You smile at his efforts of trying to make you more comfortable again. “Hit me with your best shot.”

The two of you fall into comfortable conversation as the cookies cool. Once they do so you start icing them while making sure to keep one separate for a special someone. The two of you make a plate for each of your friends and take them to the living room. There most of your friends are sprawled out watching a movie. Oos and Aaahs fill the room as they scramble for their plates. You and Jin give a high five as Jungkook sputters on his cookie that he inhales.

“What the hell guys!”

Everyone stops and stares at the body standing in the hallway. The voice that yelled was not Jungkook but an angry Yoongi. A very pink haired Yoongi.

“We match!” Jimin points and yells. His eyes turn into crescents as he giggles. He collapses into himself and falls out of the chair. Taehyung barely catches his friend’s cookies as the young pink haired man is a giggling mess on the floor.

Your eyes are as wide as saucers as you stare at the pink hair on the glowering man. It would be unbelievably cute if Yoongi wasn’t glaring daggers at you, Jin, and Jungkook.

“It looks very nice- “Hoseok gets cut off as Yoongi holds up a finger.

“Not. Another. Word. Except that is for someone to tell me who fucking did this.”

Ok this was not how this was supposed to go. You were not supposed to meet your untimely end because of these pranks. Yes, it was you who waited for everyone to leave the apartment and sneak in with the extra key Jin gave you. It was you who took some of Jimin’s pink dye and funneled it into Jungkook’s shampoo. You were sure you put it in the right bathroom. Then why the hell is Yoongi’s hair pink!?

You pale as Jungkook smirks at you. “I saw Y/N going to your bathroom earlier Hyung, it must have been her.” Oh if this is how he wants to play then you’ll play.

“You couldn’t have seen me since I did it earlier today while no one was here, and I put it in your shampoo Jungkook.”

Jin nods and adds, “Yeah Jungkook. Then explain then how it got into Yoongi’s shampoo if she put it in yours.”

“So, let me get this straight.” Yoongi intervenes. “It’s all three of your faults then.”

“They pranked me first!”

“You switched the dye!”

“Yah how could you think that!”

Yoongi ignores all of your outbursts as he stares coldly at the three of you.

“Ok this has been all well and lovely but I think it’s time to go now!” Jin grabs your hand and darts for the door before you know what’s happening. You stumble behind him as you make your escape. You barely hear Jungkook’s startled pleas, sounds of a scuffle, and the mixture of laughter and giggling as the two of you run down the hall.

The two of you continue running to your nearby apartment. By the time you get there you’re both panting.

“Is it…do you think it’s safe?”

“Yeah…for now. He’s probably too busy murdering Jungkook.” Jin throws a cautionary look over his shoulder anyways just in case.

“And too lazy to follow us.”

“Yes, that too. Unfortunately, he’s more the type to plan his revenge and drag it out.” He brings a hand up to his head as he sighs. “Ah, I’m too handsome to die.”

You go to pat his arm and that is when you realize his hand is still holding yours. You quickly pull your hand away and angle yourself so he doesn’t see your burning face as you pull out your keys. “Um…do you want to come in? You can stay if you want till it’s safe…um safer?”

He laughs lightly, “Thanks. We’re in this together right. I can stay here forever?”

Opening the door, you shake your head. “At least until Yoongi doesn’t completely murder us.”

“Yep because slightly murdered is a lot better.” He steps in behind you and the two of you slip off your shoes. “Hey since I’m here let’s finish our tournament. You game?” He can’t help but laugh. You snicker slightly and give him an eye roll.

“Set up the game loser and I’ll make some popcorn. I’m hungry and we didn’t even get to eat any of the cookies.”

You walk into the kitchen, pull out the popcorn, and start heating it in the microwave. The ding of the game system starting up fills the small apartment. When the popcorn starts doing its thing you feel your phone vibrate. Pulling it out you instantly freeze when seeing the sender. Yoongi’s name displays threateningly across your screen. Ever so slowly you open the message.

‘The pranking stops now. If you do one thing for me, I’ll maybe spare you.’

Hesitantly you type back, ‘and what would that be oh great genius who I love more than anything.’

Your phone dings back quickly. ‘Flattery won’t buy you anything. And we know that’s not true. We all know you love Seokjin so tell him your feelings. Or else.’

Ok so its certain death vs tell your best friend that you have strong secret feelings for him. You think you may be leaning towards death.

“Uggh! What is that smell!?” Jin rushes into the kitchen and rips open the microwave door. Smoke blows out and you spot a rather black bag of popcorn that smells pretty disgusting now that you notice.

Hurriedly you turn on a fan and try to wave some of the smoke away. “I am so sorry! I got distracted.”

Jin reaches into the microwave and carefully pulls out the bag. There is no salvaging it. “Must have been some distraction.” The popcorn goes into the trashcan with a thunk, and he gives you a pointed look. He knows how much you detest burnt popcorn. You’ll complain about the smell for the rest of the day.

Ok. This is it do or die.

“Um…its nothing really.”

Dying it is then.

“Bullshit. You’ve been acting weird lately, and don’t deny it.” He adds on as your about to open your mouth. His gaze then moves to your phone you left on the counter in your haste to turn on the fan. Crap.

The both of you dive for the phone at the same time. With his longer limbs he makes it there just before you do. You scramble with him to try to reach it but he holds it barely outside your reach.

“Give it back!”

“Not a chance!”

His fingers rapidly start typing in your passcode. Your breathing increases as you panic.

“I got a text from Yoongi!”

He stops right before hitting the last digit. “Oh?”

You’re silent and his finger starts slowly moving closer to screen.

“He said the pranks have to stop!”

“And?”

You bite your lip as you look down at the ground. Nails bite into your palm as you make tight fists with your hands. Why does this have to be so difficult.

“Hey, its ok!” Jin puts the phone down and grabs your shoulders with both hands. His thumbs start rubbing small distracting circles. Surprised at the action you glance up at him and you let out your breath. Quickly you find that you can’t hold his gaze, something about it too tender and soft, so you turn your head quickly away again. Almost immediately a large hand leaves your shoulder and is placed on your cheek. It guides you to look back into Jin’s eyes. “I’m just worried about you.”

You lean into his hand slightly, close your eyes, and take a deep breath. You decide you can’t keep worrying him like this. It wasn’t fair to him and it definitely wasn’t fair to yourself. You felt like you couldn’t completely be yourself and you decided you no longer wanted to feel like a lie. Plus, you didn’t survive so much together for your friendship to end here or so you hoped. You open your eyes and do your best to look Jin in the eye.

“Errr so OK he gave me an ultimatum you could say. Either you know the certain death or um I tell you something.”

“You know you can tell me anything right?”

You nod. “Yes. Its just…hard. Sorry I’m trying.” Again, you can’t look him in the eye anymore. “You see the thing is…I um…for awhile now…” In the smallest voice you can muster, you manage to say,” …I like you…a lot.”

You feel Jin’s hold stiffen for a moment before the hand on your cheek moves to your chin and your eyes meets his once again. He’s looking at you in a way you’ve never seen before. His eyes are shining and he’s wearing a grin as he chuckles. Honestly, he has never looked as handsome as he does now. His breath hits your face as he chuckles.

“I got a text from Yoongi too.”

“…You did?”

His thumb traces over your lips as his eyes drift down. A small gasp leaves your lips and his eyes meet yours again.

“I like you too Y/N, a lot.”

The next thing you know there is a pair of soft lips touching your own. When you press back you can feel the smile on his lips. The hand on your shoulder slides down your arm until it reaches your hip and drags you closer. Your hands come up and grip Jin’s shirt as you fall into the kiss.

You only pull away to take a breath of air. Jin’s forehead comes to rest again your own. “Thank you for telling me.”

You huff, “You could have easily told me first.”

He kisses your forehead. “I know. Sorry for taking so long, but I’ll make it up to you.” His lips lightly graze yours again. “I promise.”

“I look forward to it. Right now though I hate to ruin the moment, but I really can’t stand the smell in here.”

“What this isn’t romantic enough for you?” Jin stuffs your face into his chest and his arms wrap around your head. “Here, try to smell only me.”

The sounds of his laughter fill the room along with your screams of protest.

When you and Jin walk back to his apartment you do so hand in hand. Cautiously you open the door and peer inside. No one is there ready to murder you as you walk through the door so that’s a good sign. A head peeks around the corner and your relieved to see its just Taehyung.

He stares openly at your hands before sending a wink your way. “I thought you’d love birds would be gone longer.”

You groan as Jin answers, “We would but someone’s house smells like burnt popcorn.”

“Huh.” Taehyung points behind him into the living room. “Also, you may want to see this.”

He disappears as the two of you take your shoes off. Curiously you round the corner and are surprised at what you see. There before you is still a pink haired Yoongi but instead of being murderous he’s wearing his gummy smile and laughing with Jimin. The two are taking selfies and being super adorable with their matching pink hair. Jungkook spots you from where he’s sitting and grins.

“What’s going on?”

Yoongi doesn’t even bother looking at you. “You know I think pink is a nice look.”

“Eh?” Both you and Jin are equally confused. Jungkook’s grin only gets larger.

“I figured out you messed with my shampoo when I got home, and asked hyung if he’d help me out. He wanted to have fun too.”

“Got you!” Yoongi yells out as him and Jimin take another selfie.

“What!?”

#bts fanfiction #jin fanfiction #jin x reader #jin fluff #birthday fic #jungkook is a brat #my writing

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misssophiachase · 5 years ago

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Meet the Mikaelsons - Chapter 6: Lights. Camera. Action.

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Playa Palmilla, San Jose del Cabo

Wednesday - 10:09am

“I just don’t understand why I’m bitching and moaning about this? It’s not really my style, I think this script was meant for Kol.” The cast and crew were spread out around the pristine swimming pool, the bright sunlight adding to the picturesque view.

“Oi,” Kol growled. “I don’t bitch and moan.” The whole set, not to mention the few extras, were suddenly silent. Kol’s reputation obviously preceded him, even in Mexico.

"Okay, cut! You are here to crash your ex-girlfriend’s wedding, Klaus,” Jenna offered, breaking the silence. “We need to understand your rationale, you can’t just turn up at her wedding for no reason.”

“Well, things on this show have happened for a lot less,” he muttered, standing up from his sun lounger. “Can we take a break? It’s bloody hot out here and I need a drink.”

Once he stepped into the cool relief of his private villa, Klaus immediately felt bad. Usually it was Rebekah throwing a tantrum on set. Given he was co-producer didn’t help matters. To his credit, Klaus had been relatively professional since taking on the role but today he’d let himself slip back into old habits.

After grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, Klaus flopped onto the couch. His eyes had briefly flickered over to her before leaving set, not that he let them rest there long.

He didn’t know how long it had been happening, but Klaus was aware his attention was regularly captured by her. Yes, she was beautiful and intelligent and gave him a hard time (which was his favourite) but Caroline Forbes had become like a drug to him.

He needed to be near her.

A lot.

Klaus didn’t usually need anyone; he’d managed quite well up until this point given his interesting family upbringing but, when it came to Caroline, he couldn’t control his own feelings or somewhat weird and slightly stalkerish behaviour.

Yes, he’d crashed her flight and insisted she stay with him, but he had a very good reason. One he’d yet to tell her about. Although, Klaus was starting to wonder if that very good reason came about because of needing to be near her and not the other way around which scared the hell out of him.

“I’m surprised you’re not lying on the floor, kicking and screaming,” she interrupted his thoughts. He didn’t respond immediately, annoyed that she thought so little of him. “That was a reference to your tantrum before, if you hadn’t already guessed.”

“And they thought sending you in here to coax me out was a great idea, Forbes?”

“It was supposed to be a motivational kick in the ass,” she offered, sitting next to him, grabbing the bottle of water from his hand and taking a swig. Her relative ease and comfort around him was surprising although not unwelcome.

Her arm grazed his, no doubt by accident, and Klaus could feel himself faltering slightly. His nostrils filled with the smell of coconut and Klaus could detect the faint aroma of strawberries from the shampoo he’d noticed in their shared bathroom.

She was wearing a pair of denim shorts that day and Klaus had lost track of how many times he imagined peeling them off her slowly and exploring what was underneath.

He shook his head determined to get rid of such thoughts, Klaus was supposed to be annoyed with her after all.

His supposed tantrum before wasn’t due to the script (although it was ridiculous) but because of the previous evening.

Yes, he’d insisted she go to dinner with his family but what he wasn’t expecting was for Caroline to invite best friend number one, best friend number two and the Love Doctor.

He didn't begrudge her company but Klaus was enjoying having her undivided attention and, yes, he knew it was incredibly childish.

Many people were jealous because he was born into extreme wealth and privilege but with that came absentee parents and, even with five siblings, loneliness. Klaus always felt like the odd one out although he could never really explain why. Call him crazy, but when he felt like someone was actually hearing and seeing the real him, he didn’t want to let go.

"Are you still not talking to me?"

"I never said that."

"No, you just ignored me during and after dinner. Actually, you pretty much ignored everyone," she noted. "I was tempted to encourage Henrik to start a food fight just to get you out of this funk but apparently he was on his best behaviour for my friends."

"It's not a funk," he muttered. "Although, you could have told me you'd invited them to dinner."

"I told your mom beforehand and, as we both know, she was extremely pleased to see Enzo. In fact, you should be thanking me."

"For what exactly?" The last thing Klaus wanted to do was thank her for bringing the perfect humanitarian doctor who could do no wrong. Who was Klaus kidding? He was jealous of the idiot and his close connection with Caroline and didn’t want to witness it first hand .

"Occupying your mother from her cilantro obsession and annoying the hell out of Rebekah for whatever reason, amongst other things." Klaus had to admit she had a point there. He also knew he was acting like a child, especially since he'd forced her into dinner in the first place. "Also, don't forget Bonnie managed to minimise Kol's bad etiquette because he was so busy trying to impress her and Katherine monopolised Elijah so he didn't feel the need to lecture anyone."

"So, what you're trying to say, in a convoluted way, is that your surprise guests actually saved the Mikaelson family dinner from ruin?"

"Well, it certainly helped," she boasted. "And you so deserved it." Klaus attempted to interrupt before she continued. "Do I need to remind you of all the intrusive and presumptuous things you've done the past two days?"

Well, she did have a point.

"No need to tell me I'm right," she said. "Your silence is confirmation enough. Now princess, can we please go back to set? Every minute we sit here is money that we don't have to waste. And if you want to do that stubborn brooding act and not talk about your feelings I'll have a word to Jenna."

"What silent, brooding act?"

"That thing where you'd rather stab out your eyes than show any emotion, it's okay our female viewers love the strong, silent type."

"I just don't like talking about my feelings, especially to millions of people," he shared, she gave him a look which clearly said he was in the wrong business if that was the case. "I'm here for my family," Klaus answered, thinking that was at least sort of true.

"Well, they should be very thankful for that," she murmured, her gaze downcast. "I'm not sure I could ever do something like this for anyone."

"I don't buy that at all, Forbes," he winked at her and took back his water bottle, taking a sip. "Now, let's go back where I will put on the performance of my life. Do they award Emmys for best performance in a reality television series?"

"I wouldn't get my hopes up," she drawled, following him out the door. "Wow, this girl must have really done a number on you."

"What makes you say that?"

"The brooding, the tantrum, the sudden change of heart. What exactly did Hayley Marshall do to you, Mikaelson?" She asked, her curiosity evident.

"Who said Hayley Marshall did anything to me?"

"Well, it's why we're here, right?" She stopped in her tracks, turning slightly, her left eyebrow cocked. "Right?"

"I never said that, well not exactly..."

"Oh my god," she hissed. "If you're not here to crash her wedding, why the hell did we spend all this money bringing the entire crew to Mexico? Without that particular plot line you realise we have nothing."

"Just breathe, love," he murmured, placing his hands on her shoulders and staring deeply into her eyes. She even looked beautiful stressed. "I didn't say I wouldn't crash a wedding, I just have other reasons for the trip besides that."

Before she could ask any more questions or berate him for being annoyingly aloof, Klaus pulled her towards set thinking he was going to have to explain himself soon.

Just not yet.

4:37pm

"That water feels so good," Klaus grinned, running back onto the beach thinking maybe Mexico was just what he needed. Elijah was sitting upright on his towel, mid yoga pose. For someone so uptight and serious he had some interesting ways to pass the time.

"Must you drip water on me like some wayward canine, Niklaus?" He growled, opening one brown eye followed by the other. "I was attempting to relax."

"You are on a beach in Mexico, big brother, how much more relaxed do you need to get?" He asked, lying on his towel and taking in the view of the blue ocean. Elijah uncrossed his legs and gave his brother a frustrated look.

"It's all of this reality television, I need to cleanse my body and soul afterward."

"You make it sound so dirty, Elijah," he teased.

"That's because it is," he shot back.

"Then why do you do it?" Klaus asked genuinely curious about Elijah's motives.

Klaus knew that his older, and more responsible, brother had carved out a successful career as a stockbroker in New York City and didn't need reality television stardom or the associated trappings. He'd always been a loner from a young age and this kind of attention seemed like something Elijah would shy away from rather than embrace it.

"Mother called and you know how difficult she can be when she doesn't get her way," he said. "Add Rebekah and Kol to that equation and you know the rest. Anyway, surely you’re familiar with it all given she managed to lure you back from Europe." Klaus nodded thinking it was partly true.

Yes, he'd felt the same family pressure but there was something else driving him. Something that no one knew about, even Elijah.

"It's that whining she does," Klaus joked. "She doesn’t stop and it sounds just like a cat with a fur ball stuck down its throat."

"I'm almost afraid to ask," a familiar brunette interrupted their conversation. Dressed in a fitted, red bikini with her hair loose, Caroline's best friend Katherine oozed confidence. His brother meanwhile seemed to be struggling to find his words. "You both finished filming for the day?"

"Yeah, about a half hour ago," Klaus said. "Thought we'd take a swim and wash some of that contrived reality television away."

"Some caring relative you are, Pierce." Klaus knew that voice all too well and he wasn't really in the mood for it. At least Caroline wasn't around, she'd gone back to the villa to take a rest before dinner. "I could have drowned out there."

"Enough with the dramatics, Lorenzo," she huffed. "Look who I ran into."

"If it isn't Mexico's latest celebrities," he whistled. "How did you escape all your adoring fans from earlier? I thought you were going to lose a lot more than the shirts off your backs."

"This isn't our first rodeo," Elijah offered knowingly, finally finding his voice in Katherine's presence. Klaus knew that Elijah was extremely shy when it came to women and decided his big brother needed and deserved a little push.

"Actually, Elijah was just saying how much he wanted to take a walk down the beach but I'm exhausted from that Oscar worthy performance I did by the pool. Maybe you might like to accompany him Katherine?" Out of the corner of his eye, Klaus could see Elijah sending him a death stare.

"Really, you don't have to.."

"No, I'd like to take a walk," she smiled. They walked off into the distance, Klaus secretly pleased with his efforts. But knowing Elijah and his stubborn ass he'd ruin whatever chance he had with Katherine Pierce. Caroline had said something about not leaving her alone with Elijah but surely that was a joke, well he hoped so.

"You're a matchmaker too?" He sat down beside Klaus, obviously not waiting for an invitation that would never come.

"Just bored I suppose."

"You don't like me much, do you?" He asked before continuing. "It's okay, I'm used to it. You know being BFFs with Caroline isn't easy...

“BFFs?”

“Best Friends Forever,” he responded and Klaus immediately felt like he’d been transported back to grade school. “Most of her potential suitors and boyfriends feel threatened because, well look at me, but.."

"What boyfriends?" He asked, probably against his better judgment.

"You do like her! I must admit I had my suspicions but that streak of jealousy gave you away," he laughed. "Not that I'm surprised, Caroline is amazing, albeit a little bossy."

"Do you always talk this much?"

"Says the guy who's deflecting," he snorted. "Look, it's okay, everyone falls for Caroline. She's beautiful and intelligent and.." Klaus gave him an unimpressed glance by way of response, "and I don't like her like that. I mean she's like a really annoying sister that you should never try to wake in the morning because it's not pretty let me tell you."

"You really do like the sound of your own voice."

"Fine, you don't want to admit it to me, I get it, we barely know each other but if you hurt her I will kill you," he promised. "Care Bear likes to act tough but she's actually more vulnerable than you think."

Klaus was immediately curious about what that meant and who he'd have to kill for hurting her but didn't want to give away more than he already had to Enzo.

"Aren't you supposed to be a doctor? I thought killing people would be against your code or something?"

"I'm pretty certain killing people isn't okay for anyone, Niklaus," he teased.

"You did not just call me that!"

"You do realise that you have the same haughty tone as your sister," he commented. "Is she always frosty with people she barely knows or am I just lucky? I'm surprised I'm still alive to tell the tale given the looks she was shooting my way at the dinner table last night."

"It's difficult to tell with Rebekah," he explained. "There's a lot going on in that head of hers and if I had to try and explain it we might be here all day. Why exactly do you want to know anyway?"

"Just so I can avoid her wrath for the rest of the trip," he answered.

"Well, good luck with that, Lorenzo," he smiled, returning the favour.

He consulted his watch thinking it was probably time he had that chat with Caroline. He just hoped she would understand why he brought her down here.

#meet the mikaelsons #lights camera action #klaroline fanfic #misssophiachase #klaroline #my writing #chapter six

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sofhyuck · 6 years ago

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Cracked Up

Genre: domestic!Mark, fluff, being mean to Mark

Word Count: 2.1k (another lil baby I have no time for long)

Excerpt: “Is it be mean to Mark day or something?”

“Every day is be mean to Mark day.”

Masterlist

A/N once again an au that stems from a riveting conversation with @cinanamon about how Gross Mark is and yet we still love him

Hair tickled your nose and you brushed it out of your face, bringing your hand back down to rest on Mark’s arm. His chest rose and fell softly with each breath, heat radiating off of his bare skin, warming your own. With each breath he took your head moved up and down, burrowing your nose into his chest. Every once in a while you placed a kiss to his skin, his hands tickling at your sides as he rubbed small circles on your waist. His sweatpants clad legs intertwined with your pant-less ones and you found comfort in the soft fabric of his pants against your legs. Days where Mark had off were one in a million, and the two of you always made sure to make the most of them. For you and Mark, that meant mainly spending your day in bed.

Suddenly recalling a story Mark had offhandedly told you last week, you spoke up. “Is Doyoung still on your ass for trying to scare the dreamies?”

“It was Halloween and it wasn’t even that scary! Besides, it wasn’t even my idea, I was just forced to participate.” Mark pouted into your hair, still sour that he was the only member feeling the wrath of one Kim Doyoung.

“That’s what you get for being dumb.”

“Can’t we go one day without you being mean to me.”

“It’s out of love Mark. I wouldn’t be mean to you if I didn’t actually like you.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“You know I love you stupid.”

“…I love you too.”

Silence once again settled across the room, Mark’s right hand moving to stroke along your back. Soft kisses were pressed into your hair every few minutes, Mark humming out of happiness. Nuzzling your nose into his neck, you inhaled deeply, prepared for a breath full of his familiar scent.

“Oh, jesus christ Mark are you serious?.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about babe.”

“Yes you fucking do Mark.”

“No clue.”

“Stop farting I swear to god I’m going to kick you!”

Mark reeled back, feigning shock at your accusation.

“How dare you ever assume that I would fart in your wonderful presence.”

“Bro you’re stinking up the room oh my god.”

“They don’t smell that bad!”

“So you admit that you are farting then.”

“Maybe so.” He mumbled, a pout settling across his lips.

“God how are you so disgusting yet incredibly lovable I don’t get it. It’s not fair”

“Hey, my farts prove that I, too, am human, no matter how perfect I may seem.”

“I really don’t know how to feel about that. Couldn’t you choose a less smelly human flaw?”

“They smell lovely, like flowers.”

“Sure buddy, keep telling yourself that.”

“Well what about this one then.”

You heard it before you smelled it.

“Let me go Mark oh my god I’m going to suffocate from the smell.” Mark’s arms only tightened around your waist, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Sorry babe, no can do. My arms seem to be somehow stuck in this position right now and I can’t let you go. There’s nothing I can do about it, sorry.”

“I will punch you.” You narrowed your eyes, already curling your hand into a fist.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, you know I would. In fact, I probably hit you more than I kiss you.”

“Yea and I have the bruises to prove it.”

“They’re punches of love.”

“The truth hurts.”

“Now let. Me. go.”

“No. Way.”

Mark’s arms loosened and he let out a heavy grunt as you landed a sharp fist on his stomach. Finally free from his grasp you rolled off the bed, ready to sprint out of the room. Before you even had the chance to turn the doorknob Mark had already recovered, his arms once again wrapping around your waist to pull you away from the door. His laughter filled the air as well as your groans of protest.

“I’m sorry for farting so much.” He whispered into your ear, laughter lacing his voice.

“I don’t know if I can ever forgive you for being so gross.”

“I’m not that gross.” He whined, turning you around so that you could see his pout.

“You leave your dirty clothes everywhere so that I have to clean them up, you literally fart the most out of all of NCT, and might I add you rarely shower after practice.”

“Well when you put it that way…”

“In fact, you could use a shower right now. I’m pretty sure you didn’t shower after practice last night and you certainly haven’t showered yet today.

“Gee mom, sorry, guess I stink too much for you to love me.”

“You got that right.”

“Fine. But I think you could use a shower too.”

“Excuse me mister but I showered this morning.”

“Yea, but I think you could use another one. You know, with me.” He added a wink at the end, already pulling you along with him to the bathroom.

“You’re an idiot.” You rolled your eyes, allowing him to drag you behind him.

“Yea but I’m your idiot and you loooove me.”

“I guess.” You huffed. The bathroom door closed behind the two of you and Mark pulled his sweatpants down, your shirt following suit. Ready to take off your underwear, you felt a pair of hands land firmly on your butt. Rolling your eyes, you leaned back into your boyfriend’s chest.

“What do you think you’re doing.” You said with a raised brow, making eye contact with him through the mirror in front of you.

“I’m just loving my baby.” He grinned, bringing his left hand up to grope at your chest.

“You’re such a pervert.”

“Hey, what do you think of this one? Ass and tits, good shit.”

“Genius Mark, you should put that on a T-shirt.”

“Maybe I will, I could make bank off of them.”

“I’m sure SM would love to hear one of their idols made a shirt like that.”

“They’d probably try to trademark it so that I have to give them all the profit.” He laughed, finally pulling his boxers off and stepping into the shower. You followed suit, joining him under the already warmed stream of water. His bangs had already flattened on his forehead and you pushed them off of his forehead, laughing at how his eyes squinted from the warm water.

“You’re such a cutie Markle.”

“Says the cutie, cutie.”

“Ew, gross.”

“Hey, I’m literally in the shower right now how can I be gross.”

“Correlation? None.”

“My logic makes perfect sense.”

“Sure, maybe to a five year old. And it’s quite a coincidence that you have the mindset of one.”

“Is it be mean to Mark day or something?”

“Every day is be mean to Mark day.” You laughed, pinching his cheek.

“You’ve wounded me. Now you have to kiss it better.” Rolling your eyes, you placed a quick peck to his cheek. With a pout he shook his head and placed a finger under your chin, swooping down to place a lingering kiss to your lips. You pulled away slowly from the kiss, reaching over to the shelves to grab the shampoo. About to open the bottle, Mark reaches out to stop you. You gave him a quizzical look, confused by his actions.

“I want to use yours, it smells nicer.”

“Have you been using my shampoo Mark? For how long? No wonder it’s been running out faster than usual.”

“It smells better than mine, plus it reminds me of you.” He whined, grabbing your bottle from the shelf.

“God I wanted to be mad at you but you’re too cute.” You took the bottle from his hand, squeezing some onto your hand, rubbing your hands together to create a light lather. Mark gazed at you fondly as you reached up to massage the shampoo into his scalp.

“Don’t get any into my eyes.” He mumbled.

“I would never! Now wash it out and make sure you don’t get any into your eyes. I know you do that almost every shower.”

“I do not.”

“Keep telling yourself that bud.”

Water ran down Mark’s back, some of it washing over you as well. After washing the shampoo from his hair, Mark turned off the water. You grabbed a towel for the each of you and handed one to Mark, wrapping your own around your body. Stepping out of the shower, Mark followed close behind, towelling his hair. The both of you got dressed and headed towards the living room, Mark practically hanging off of your back the whole way there.

“Hey are you hungry?” He spoke into your ear, nipping lightly at the skin.

“Hmmm, yea. Should we call out soon.”

“I was hoping you’d cook.”

“I’m tired Mark.”

“I know but I miss your fried rice.”

“Ugh, fine, that’s easy enough.” You removed yourself from his grasp, grabbing the necessary ingredients from your refrigerator and pantry. Mark reached over to grab the carton of eggs but you slapped his hand away before he could.

“Ow what was that for?” He whined, pulling his hand away to soothe it with his other.

“There’s absolutely no way I’m letting you touch those, I’ve seen your track record.”

“At least let me try, babe. You know what they say, practice makes perfect!”

“Fine, here I’ll give you a good example.” Placing a frying pan onto the burner, you turned it on and waited patiently for it to heat up. After you deemed the pan sufficiently hot, you carefully took an egg out of the carton. Tapping it on the counter, you brought the egg over the pan and pulled the shell apart at the crack, allowing the egg to fall gracefully onto the pan.

“Did you see that? No broken yolk, no egg shells?”

“Yep, got it. I’m gonna do this.”

With a deep breath, Mark held out his hand. Shaking your head, you placed an egg into his outstretched hand, watching him carefully for any sign of dropping said egg. You held your breath, scared of any wrong move.

“Wait!” Mark interjected, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. You had been so concentrated on the egg, you had nearly forgotten about the boy holding it. “I want you to film this just in case I actually do it.” You grimaced as he fished around in his pocket for his phone, his other holding tightly onto the egg.

“Don’t hold it too tightly it might break.”

“Shhh, I know don’t worry babe I got it.”

Handing you his phone, you swiped over to the camera app, still wary of Mark’s hold on the egg.

“Ok, are you ready?”

You pressed the record button and flashed him a quick ‘ok’ sign with your fingers. “Yea, go for it.” You held your breath as Mark gently but firmly tapped the egg on the counter. You followed his every move and he pulled open the egg. The egg fell with a satisfying ‘plop’ and you moved closer to the pan with his phone.

“Oh my god.” You breathed. “Oh my fucking god mark you actually did it!”

“I did? I-I mean I did! Look at that, unbroken yolk and no egg shells!”

“I’m so proud of you!” You laughed, throwing your arms around his neck and placing a swift peck to his lips. Moving away from you, Mark grabbed his phone from your grasp and focused the lens on himself.

“Uh, yea, this one goes out to all my haters. You all thought I couldn’t but I did it. Yea, no matter what you know I’ll win it”

“Stop rapping you weirdo. And what about me, I believed in you!”

“Of course, c’mere.” He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side so that you’d be in frame. “This one also goes out to my baby, my number one supporter. I love you so much.”

“I love you too dummy.”

“You can only refer to me as the egg master from now on, sorry baby.”

“Don’t let all the fame get to your head, big head.”

Mark stopped filming and gave you a deep kiss. “Thank you so much for supporting me through such a perilous endeavor baby.”

“God, you’re so annoying.”

“Let me send this to the boys, they’re gonna be so impressed.”

“Mhmm, this is a really big milestone for you. I’m so proud of you.”

Mark pulled you in for another kiss, only pulling away to send the video. He smiled down at you, tweaking your nose out of adoration. Dings suddenly filled the room, his NCT group chat blowing up with texts of disbelief. There were a few texts of disgust at your pda sprinkled throughout, most of which came from Donghyuck.

“Hey, do you smell something burning?”

“Oh fuck the fucking eggs!”

#mark imagine #mark au #mark lee imagine #mark lee au #nct imagine #nct au #mark fluff #mark lee fluff #nct fluff #domestic mark lee #domestic nct

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wardencommanderrodimiss · 6 years ago

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Turnabout Tree

Bullshit Defense AU. Miles finally learns, in the most complicated, roundabout way possible, something that Phoenix has been hiding about Trucy’s family.

[more Bullshit Defense AU fics]

Even when everything is over, Miles still takes a while to be able to breathe again. Franziska and Simon have seen the phantom off under the tightest guard to the most secure prison; Aura and Starbuck are out of jail; and while Metis and Clay are still in the hospital, the prognosis is good for them both. It -- everything that it is, this past week and two bombings, and seven long long years -- is over. And still -- still it’s hard to breathe.

He’s still thinking about Franziska, who could have been in so much danger working on the Phantom case with Simon. He’s still thinking about Raymond, in the exploding courtroom; and Athena, forced to relive the worst moments of her life, forced to see a blade and a crime scene covered in her mother’s blood. Trucy isn’t home, is with Athena, like Pearls and Juniper are, and all of them at Simon’s. (Given the choice between two Blackquills to look after her, Athena will go to Simon, every time, no matter that Aura is her stepmother.) And then, Apollo, in the exploding courtroom, and attacked again in the ruins of it. Of everyone, all the coworkers to his family -- Trucy calls them all a family too, even Apollo, and the Blackquill-Cykeses -- Apollo is the one who Miles knows is alone. He doesn’t have anyone local. Maya had asked about him when she called, saying he had family who was asking after him; and she is in Khura’in. Apollo’s family, whatever he has, a brother Maya mentioned, is on the other side of the world, and he is here, and his friend in the hospital.

Miles is far from the person who should be checking in on Apollo. They haven’t ever spoken much -- they had a conversation in the hospital the other day and that’s probably more than Miles has ever said to him all other occasions. And Apollo isn’t on good terms with Phoenix, for justified reasons. Should he send Trucy after him tomorrow, once she gets home? Ask Raymond to -- to what, exactly? Raymond will be keeping an eye on him, of course, but -- still. Poor kid. He and Athena have taken the brunt of the pain these past days.

The couch is starting to swallow Miles up entirely, not feeling any less suffocating, when there is a knock on the door.

Which doesn’t make any sense, because it’s nearly 9 pm, and everyone they know would either call first or fling open the door without knocking.

But the knock comes again and it forces him up and out of his thoughts and his anxiety, all his fears of what could have been if they weren’t all lucky, so he gets up and opens the door. A woman stands on the other side, a woman with light brown hair in two low braids. Her face seems vaguely familiar, distantly, but her eyes - something about her eyes, Miles would swear he knows them like he knows his family. “You must be Miles,” she says. “I’m so sorry to bother you. Is Phoenix home?”

“I -- yes. He’s in the shower.” His head has started spinning but he thinks he has placed her face, at least, and figured out why he had so much difficulty: because what she wore, he never really could get a good look at her face. “You’re... Lam-orir?”

She smiles, a thin, tight-lipped smile, but it goes right up to her eyes. They’re still familiar. He doesn’t know why. “Lamiroir, yes” she says. “And is Trucy home, by chance?” She cranes her neck to look past him over his shoulder, into the apartment.

“N-no -- she’s at friend’s apartment. Why--” Even while he’s trying to ask her what is going on, he’s stepping aside a little to allow her in the doorway. He doesn’t know why she’s here, what this is about, but Apollo and Trucy met her personally during the concert investigation last summer, as did Raymond, and she was on the jury last October. Maybe she and Phoenix kept in touch? Maybe--?

She cups her hands around her mouth and screams, “Phoenix Wright!” And it isn’t really a scream, more of a bellow, something more befitting Apollo, not this slight, graceful woman, even if she is a singer, even if she must have powerful lungs as a singer.

Miles shuts the door behind her. The water from the bathroom stops and a moment later, the lock on it clicks open, and Phoenix calls down, “Aw fuck -- five minutes!” Miles can hear him wincing, knows that tone of voice, the one where he’s expecting someone to chew him out, be it Franziska or Maya or Miles himself.

Lamiroir tilts her head toward Miles and raises her eyebrows. “So is he bad at answering phone calls and text messages from everyone, or is it just me?” Her voice, melodic even while she is simply speaking, has a trace of an accent but less than Miles expected.

“Everyone,” Miles answers. He knows he sounds awkward, bad at small talk as he is -- but this isn’t even small talk, either, is something with depth, and only Lamiroir knows how deep it is. How well does she know Phoenix? Well enough to have his number, well enough to have been calling --

Because of the courthouse bombing, perhaps?

“Most people just go through me,” he adds, and that sounds even worse, like some kind of indictment of Thalassa, that she doesn’t know to or just doesn’t, and who is she to Phoenix, anyway? There’s an answer he knows is the simplest answer, but it would be the simplest answer for someone else, not Phoenix, who when he keeps secrets doesn’t and wouldn’t keep this kind of secret. Lamiroir hums something like acknowledgement. “He mentions that you are the one who keeps his head taped on straight,” she says.

Miles has no idea what to make of this, that Phoenix has told her of him, and that the reverse isn’t true.

The bathroom door squeaks when it opens and Phoenix’s footsteps are a scramble until he is within sight, still pulling on his shirt. His hair is dripping wet and there is still shampoo in it. “Listen,” he says, already on the defensive, his hands up in front of him, palms out. “Listen, Thal, I--”

“How many times did I call you, Phoenix Wright?” she snaps. “How many messages did you not answer?”

“Uh…” Phoenix rubs the back of his neck. “My phone died two days ago and I’ve just been using Miles’--”

Lamiroir (what did Phoenix call her? Thal? What is that? A real name, a Borginian word, a -- a Boriginian pet name?) reaches beneath her shawl and produces from somewhere a phone which she thrusts at Phoenix. “Look,” she says, an imperious command, and he silently accepts the phone and starts tapping the screen.

“I -- oh,” he says. “I -- that is a lot of texts, yeah.”

“Surely one or two of those arrived before you abandoned your point of contact!” Lamiroir says, snatching her phone back from Phoenix’s hands. “Surely!”

“It did, and I was preoccupied with other things, so I thought I’d text you back when things calmed down--”

“And you did not!”

“Because things didn’t calm down!” Phoenix cries. He’s still standing withdrawn, defensively, and Lamiroir is on the offensive, her hands on her hips, her face contracted into a glare. “It just kept escalating!”

“And you did not once think that I would like to know--”

“I’m sorry!”

Their argument is shaped the way Phoenix argues with Franziska, the way she berates him. It doesn’t feel like a lovers’ spat. Miles doesn’t know what is happening, but they both seem to have forgotten he is there.

“Trucy’s fine,” Phoenix says. “She wasn’t anywhere near any of this -- not even close. Her friend Athena was, though, had a really rough week, Trucy’s with her tonight.” Lamiroir’s frown has started to relent. “Apollo -- Apollo had it rough too, got bruised up in the bombing and then -- he’s fine, he’s fine.” Like Franziska, Lamiroir is shorter than Phoenix, but has the fury to cow him, and it is written on her face even deeper and angrier than before.

“Define bruised up,” Lamiroir says, her voice dangerously low. “And tell me, ‘and then’ what?”

Phoenix winces. “He was in the hospital,” he says. “Twice. Got hit with some rubble -- nothing broken, nothing broken!” His hands are up again, ready to intercept an attack. “And then concussed when a suspect attacked him to stop him investigating--”

“And you did not tell me!” Lamiroir throws her hands in the air. Phoenix steps back.

Why Trucy and Apollo does she ask about? How did Phoenix know they are who she wanted to know about? Did she say it in the messages she showed him; was it because they were the two who defended Machi Tobaye?

“Again, there was a lot happening,” he says. “And he’s fine, I swear! I promise--”

“He was in the hospital twice! What about that is ‘fine’?”

“The part where he’s out of the hospital?” Phoenix offers. Lamiroir doesn’t even answer, just makes a growling, exasperated sort of sound. She hasn’t asked Phoenix how he is, and while he’s visibly intact, that is still strange.

He clears his throat and they both flinch. “Ah…” There’s Phoenix’s sheepish grin again. “We should probably -- explain what’s going on. Introduce you.” He waves at Lamiroir.

“I think I can guess,” Miles says. Weird as this all is, there’s only that answer.

But Lamiroir snorts and Phoenix actually laughs. “No,” he says. “Miles, I promise you, you’ve got no idea where this is going.”

“I’m surprised you hadn’t told him,” Lamiroir says.

“You didn’t want to tell anyone,” Phoenix replies. Tell what? This still sounds like -- like it should be obvious what this is. But--

“Yes, but I had prepared to accept that you might make him the exception without running it by me,” Lamiroir says. “Given how everything you have said makes me presume that you two are attached at the hip.”

“We’re not--” Phoenix glances at Miles and then visibly slumps, giving up whatever further protest he was going to make. “But I didn’t tell him, so you wanna introduce yourself or should I?”

“I suppose you do know of me,” Lamiroir says, turning to Miles, and he can barely focus on what she’s saying, thinking back to Phoenix’s laugh, you’ve got no idea where this is going. He knows Phoenix, he knows Phoenix can surprise him, but how exactly is this not what it seems? “Of course you do. I… had amnesia, as you may or may not remember from… that case.” She frowns again, her forehead creasing heavily. “But I do remember now, and my name -- my real name -- is Thalassa Gramarye.”

Thal. And then it hits him, a bullet, that name, what the second part of it means to this, and that he has heard the first before as a woman already dead -- “You’re Trucy’s mother,” Miles says.

She nods.

“How?” he asks. “How did--” And Phoenix, standing there, correct, of course, that Miles couldn’t guess what was going on, but -- “Phoenix, how long have you known?”

“Since last summer,” Phoenix says. “That case. I knew before she knew -- I’d hoped the Jurist System case would jog her memory, and I was right, and then--”

“You’ve known for over a year,” Miles says. Phoenix nods. And it would be easy to ask why didn’t you tell me even though he knows, because even though Lamiroir -- Thalassa -- said it, Phoenix didn’t tell him. But that is nothing, comparatively. “Why haven’t you told Trucy? Why haven’t you introduced yourself to her? She would want to know, she would love to see you.” To know you, because she was so young that she doesn’t remember.

Thalassa and Phoenix exchange a glance, and there’s so much in just their eyebrows, so much more, and Miles locked out of the loop for over a year. “Her life is as stable as I could dream it to be,” Thalassa says softly. “I have no wish to intrude on the lives you have built and to upend her world further.”

“You wouldn’t be,” Miles says. “I know you wouldn’t be.”

She smiles sadly. “I am glad you say that,” she says. “But there is also something else to it that she and -- others -- must be told and I… I do not know if that would be so welcome to them.”

She lifts her right hand, pulling back her shawl from her wrist to show a golden bangle bracelet. “I don’t suppose you would know him well enough to recognize this,” she says, “but this is a Gramarye family heirloom.” Her eyes blink closed slowly, finally open again, and when she looks at him he knows why he thought there was something familiar about her. She has Trucy’s eyes. “I had two bracelets such as these. One I lost with my son.”

Miles shakes his head slowly. “You remember,” Phoenix asks, “that I told you what Zak told me about the Gramarye perception ability?”

“Why we can’t lie to Trucy,” Miles says. “And why you brought her with you to play poker.”

“You’re not still giving me shit for -- of course you are.” Phoenix sighs. “Yes, that. The bracelets are not quite magic--”

“Not at all,” Thalassa interrupts.

“It seems like it,” Phoenix says across her. “But they’d help Trucy focus her ability if she had one. And, do you also remember, after the Kitaki case, her talking about teaching someone to perceive witnesses’ tics on the stand? Him and his bracelet, I’m not sure you would have noticed that he has that.”

Miles blinks. “She worked that case with Apollo,” he says, “but he’s…” The answer is staring him in the face -- it wasn’t like Phoenix was being particularly cryptic right now -- but it makes no sense. “He does have a bracelet like…”

They’re both just staring at him, waiting. A Gramarye heirloom. Her son. Of course, but -- “Apollo is Trucy’s brother,” Miles says. It’s not a question. There’s no sense in the answer but it’s not a question.

“Half-brother,” Thalassa says. “Yes.”

There are a thousand things he could ask but he looks at Phoenix and says, “And how long have you known this?”

“Since the night Zak died,” Phoenix says. Died is a bit of a misleading statement. “He showed me a picture of Thalassa with those bracelets and I remembered -- some loud kid in Gavin’s office with a bracelet like that.”

“And you haven’t told them?” Miles asks. Didn’t he just ask, why haven’t you told her? Didn’t he just ask this.

“Consider my position with Apollo,” Phoenix says. “Not sure he’d believe me, and then he and Trucy started becoming friends and I figured, better not throw a wrench in the sibling bonding making it awkward dropping that on them -- then Thalassa showed up, and I wanted her to remember.”

“And I wonder if I am welcome,” Thalassa says. “If they would welcome knowing -- if Apollo would welcome this -- intrusion, to whatever stable life he must have built. I…” She closes her eyes. “And I was -- am -- afraid, I suppose. That they will reject me -- that other parts of their families will reject me -- or that I will lose them again, having lost them both once.”

“You never explained to me exactly what happened with Apollo,” Phoenix says. “That you -- er, y’know, we can probably sit down now…” He’s the first to move, over to the couch, and Miles sits on the other side of it, and Thalassa in the armchair.

“His father and I were traveling with him,” Thalassa begins. She is blinking furiously for a few seconds but she composes herself quickly, her head held high, her entire body tense and poised, a performer still, even here. “Jove was -- a wandering minstrel, I suppose you could say.” She laughs softly. “And I happy to wander with him. And then -- in one country, we stayed in the capital, Jove told me that he could take Apollo for the evening, give me a break, time to breathe, and--” Shaking her head, she still with her chin almost level with the floor turns her head away from them. “The government was unstable, contention within the royal family for the throne. There was an overthrow. They were right in the middle of it and I -- I never found out what happened to either of them. In the following days the entire country seemed to be on fire. There was no one to help a poor American girl searching for her baby and her husband. I was told to leave before it got worse. And it did and -- and I did, too.”

She doesn’t look very old, not much more than he and Phoenix. Apollo is in his early twenties, and either she just looks very young, or she is young. And either way, there is no age when that would be anything easy to bear, when that would be anything short of ruinous. (Miles tries to imagine if, eight years ago, when he was that much younger, losing Phoenix and Trucy at once. And not just losing, but the not knowing, the lack of closure. The guilt, to leave without knowing, to leave wondering if they were still alive. Miles can’t imagine, and ruinous can’t describe it.)

“I thought Apollo was dead,” she finishes. “I knew that Jove must have been, if he did not find his way home to me, but I assumed, Apollo must have died too.”

“You did a decent job of hiding how surprised you must’ve been once you remembered,” Phoenix says.

Thalassa snorts. The hair on her forehead flutters with her breath. “I suppose,” she says. “I still barely believe it, that Apollo survived, that I should ever find him again -- that he should come back to me.”

And Trucy’s family situation has always been unorthodox enough that she should have no trouble accepting her mother back into her life. A brother? Probably not, either. But Apollo’s family situation -- what is it? A brother, that’s all Miles knows, and that’s something he just barely learned, almost by accident, from Maya. A brother in -- “The country that this happened in,” Miles says. “That wouldn’t happen to be Khura’in…?”

Thalassa blinks again, this time in surprise. “It was,” she says. “How? How did you know? Did Apollo say--?”

Miles shakes his head. “My stepsister has been staying in Khura’in the past year. She called me the other day -- after hearing of the bombing she’d tried calling all of our family and only finally got through to me -- and she told me she’d met someone there in Khura’in who had a brother in Los Angeles, a lawyer, and he was worried if he was all right. And she asked me if I knew him, that his name was Apollo Justice.”

Her mouth falls open and stays open for several seconds, searching for words that don’t exist. “A brother,” she says softly. “Apollo has… a brother.” She slumps, sinks back in the armchair, finally looks more human than statue. “Someone -- some family -- must have found him -- adopted him. Someone Jove must have met, if they knew Apollo’s name that he is still -- still has his father’s name. Still is my Apollo.” Both her hands are shaking as she touches her bracelet. “Do you know his brother’s name?”

Miles shakes his head. “I can ask Maya. Why?”

“Just to know.” Her voice briefly comes out as a croak. “Just to know something of the other family my son has.”

They sit in silence for several minutes, Miles still trying to absorb everything that has happened, Thalassa staring at her own trembling hands twined tightly together. Trucy has a brother. Trucy has a brother and it’s someone they know, someone she is friends with. Trucy has a brother and Phoenix has known this for nearly two years. Apollo is a Gramarye. Apollo stood in court on a case that tried so integrally back to his own family and didn’t know that it was his. And he and Trucy met their mother and not one of the three knew it.

“Trucy’s got a bunch of pictures taped up in her room,” Phoenix says at last. “If you want to get some of an idea of who her friends are -- maybe put some faces to the names I’ve mentioned.”

Thalassa nods. “I would like that very much.”

Trucy’s room is a mess that Phoenix and Thalassa step through without a second’s hesitation, while Miles starts clearing a path through across floor. Is that something she got from her family or did she just learn disorganization from Phoenix? Behind him, Phoenix is pointing to people, a jumble of names followed by descriptors followed by more names. “Raymond, Miles’ uncle, he’s a defense attorney and Apollo works for him now” -- “Athena, that’s the friend she’s with now, and Pearls, she’s -- I have no idea how she’s related to us honestly but she’s family” -- “Franziska, Miles’ sister” -- “Jinxie, she’s a friend from school” -- “Apollo you know, obviously--”

Thalassa laughs softly. “And Prosecutor Gavin, too,” she says. Miles finally straightens up to look over their shoulders at Trucy’s collage wall. Thalassa’s fingertips are touching the picture, a selfie of Trucy and Apollo and Gavin, Trucy in the front and grinning widely, Gavin behind them with his chin nearly on Apollo’s head, laughing, and Apollo looking rather disgruntled at being squished by the two of them. “I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised,” she adds. “He’s quite friendly.”

“Yeah, our social circles started bleeding over into the Prosecutors Office at some point,” Phoenix says. “All the legal world, a magician, and some spirit mediums.”

Maybe they’ve been over that before -- enough that Thalassa doesn’t have to question what it means. “Unrelatedly,” Phoenix adds, “I don’t know where you’re living now but if you want to stay here tonight that’s cool. I can grab some blankets for the couch.”

“Thank you,” she says, almost absently, her fingers drifting to another photo of Trucy and Apollo, with Mr Hat looming almost ominously in the background. Phoenix nudges Miles in the arm and then jerks his head at the door. They leave her standing there, staring at the faces of the two children she barely had the chance to get to know.

“Sorry,” Phoenix says quietly. “She -- she didn’t want anyone else to know. She was worried about it getting out through the grapevine before she was mentally ready for it.”

Miles doesn’t know what to say to that, anything he can add to that, so he just nods. Standing in the kitchen, they’re both quiet for a few moments. “You didn’t think, before we explained, that she was my secret girlfriend or something?” Phoenix adds.

“Tell me what else you would expect anyone to think when a woman shows up at the door asking for you.”

Phoenix raises his eyebrows. “Okay, but you know me, Miles,” he says. “And you know I’m not going to be secretly dating anyone -- I would make sure you and Franziska and other people met them, so that if they murdered me, you’d know who to suspect.” He laughs, but it’s not really a joke, Miles knows; it’s a very real fear, based in very real experience. It’s why he knows Phoenix hasn’t ever dated since Dahlia. When he’d said that he was swearing off women after her, it seemed like joking as a coping mechanism, but Miles is pretty sure now he was serious. Dahlia didn’t manage to kill him, but she’d broken something in him. “Besides,” he adds, his voice even lighter but in the forced way that means another dark joke is coming, “Thal might be beautiful and have a gorgeous voice, but you could not pay me enough” -- his voice drops even lower and quieter -- “to marry into the goddamn Gramaryes, even if Magnifi, may he rot in hell, has been dead for eight years.”

Miles has no idea what to say to that either.

“And,” Phoenix continues, Miles having no idea how he’s manage to come up with a third objection, “she’s had two husbands murdered, so I’m not trying my luck at ‘third time’s the charm’, either.”

Miles nods. There really isn’t anything to say to that. The floorboards in the hall creak and Thalassa reappears, looking at the two of them with their heads together. “I think we should tell them,” Phoenix says smoothly, taking one step away from Miles and towards her. It all gives the impression that was what they were discussing, her children, their relation, instead of Phoenix cursing her father before implying that she herself is cursed.

Thalassa says nothing. “Trucy will be thrilled,” Phoenix says. “And Apollo -- he should know. He already knows so much about your family that -- he should be allowed to know. And he’s a good kid; I don’t think he’d just turn you away.”

Her face stays blank, carefully, deliberately so. “You’d be able to talk to them directly instead of fighting to get anything out of me,” he adds, drawing a laugh out of her. Miles finds that a convincing point. “And after all this shit that you’ve been worried about them, wouldn’t it be nice to get to spend Christmas with your kids?”

“You are frustratingly good at arguing,” Thalassa says at last.

“I’d hope,” Phoenix says. “I was a lawyer, after all. Is that a yes? Are we telling them?”

She closes her eyes and inhales a shaky breath. “Yes,” she says. “We will tell them. I -- I do want to see them,” she adds, as though either Phoenix or Miles didn’t think she did. “My son was in the hospital twice and I knew nothing.” Those words could easily be damning to Phoenix, but they don’t seem to be. “I want to see them. I just--” Her breath comes out in the same shudder.

“It’ll be fine,” Phoenix says. “I promise, there’s no reason to worry about mine and Miles’ family at large. There’s always been new people coming in, and everyone gets a warm welcome.” Even Lana, once she got out of prison. Even Simon, when their introduction to him was him stubbornly, staunchly, maintaining his own guilt. Even Gavin.

“I believe you,” she says. “And -- Miles.” He jumps a little in surprise at his name and she touches him on the arm. “I meant to thank you earlier. But thank you for everything you have done to be a father to my daughter.”

“I--” He wishes she had forgotten to say this entirely. “I’m really -- it’s really Phoenix who’s--”

She shakes her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “Certainly not from what Phoenix himself has told me,” she says. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but thank you. My daughter could not have found a better family, I am sure.”

“I think you’re part of it now,” Miles says. He’s never been the one to say that; he still sometimes feels lost in his own family, trying to figure out who is part of it, who all the others have claimed over the years. But this one seems obvious. Surprising, impossible almost, but still: obvious.

#bullshit defense au #bullshit defense fic #i like how some of the other events this fic references are in The Distant Turnabout #and then some of them i straight up haven't written because this au is a patchwork mess of whatever the fuck #anyway i just loved the idea of her showing up at phoenix's apartment to yell at him so much that i had to write it. poor miles.

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shippingtheswann · 6 years ago

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FOOLS RUSH IN:

Summary: Emma Swan has been married since she was five years old. Under the old oak tree, she wed Killian Jones, her neighbor. Then, he moved away, but made one final promise, that one day he would marry her for real. See what happens when he returns to make good on his promise.

Fools Rush in Chapter Three

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A/N: Thanks to @captainswanbigbang for once again organizing an amazing event. I've been missing Captain Swan for the past year, and having this has helped so much! Thanks to Lana @high-seas-swan (go read her story NOW!) and Kaitlyn @spartanguard for their beta help. Go check out Lana's story when you get a moment as well – it's amazing! Thanks to Rachel @ladyciaramiggles for the art she has provided. Also, thanks to Kris @sambethe for the cover art for the story and for beta help. All of you have made this story what it is!

I can't believe the amazing response I have gotten for the first two chapters! I really loved writing this chapter and I can't wait for you all to see things start to pick up! Reviews make me smile!

Emma was out of her element. She spent the entire day in a tizzy.

She didn't think when she agreed to this dinner that she would be like this. It was just a dinner after all. Just a dinner with a man whom she had dreamt about for years. Just a dinner with someone she held close, even if they had been far apart for decades.

Shit, she thought to herself. Maybe she wasn't ready for this. She initially thought she was. She was ready to see him again after all these years. She was ready to see if their friendship could still be there. She was ready to see if what she had for Killian Jones was more than just some fantasy that helped her pass the time. But now, she wasn't quite sure.

As she got ready that morning, wearing her normal Friday outfit of jeans, a white tee, and her red leather jacket, she could feel the nerves bubble up inside. It was starting to sink in that in less than 12 hours, she would be talking to Killian again. She began to wonder what his voice sounded like. She was pretty sure that Killian's once small but accented voice had disappeared, but what it sounded like now was a mystery. Was his voice deep and full of lust that most men had, or was it still light and airy? Did he still have the same accent, or did it change when he moved?

Henry yelling for her from down the hall pulled her from her thoughts for a while. When she kept busy, images and ideas of Killian disappeared. But when she had a moment to let her thoughts drift, they always drifted back to him.

She found herself in the teacher's lounge, pouring her third cup of coffee for the morning, thinking about the issues with the date. She had finally settled on calling it that on the car ride over.

Were they just going to ruin everything? Emma had spent years dreaming of what might happen if Killian came back into her life. The dreams ranged from them staying friends, to him saying he hated her and never wanted to see her again, to him declaring his undying love for her. What if the reality didn't match up to any of the dreams? What if she was let down by the interaction? What if she made up everything she remembered about him? They were only six, for God sakes, when they parted, and so much could have changed.

The night before, she had a dream about it. Because of that, that she knew it wouldn't be an easy day. She had almost canceled that morning because of that dream. She dreamt she walked into Granny's only to find their old booth empty. The booth that they once shared as children as their moms sat and graded papers was empty, just like her heart had been. She looked down at her watch and saw that she was early, so a bit of hope filled her chest. She sat down and watched the door like a hawk. Her breathing quickened each time the bell above the door jingled, her heart dropped each time it quieted and he hadn't walked through the door. She looked back down at her watch, only a minute had passed, yet it felt like hours. The dream continued like that for eternity. Finally, when she looked down at her watch and it showed 7, she gave up and left. As her dream left the diner, Emma jerked awake in a cold sweat.

Nightmares were supposed to be about what you feared most, what truly scared your conscious, and for Emma, that meant Killian not showing up, throwing away their flicker of a friendship, breaking her heart in two.

Her thoughts were non-stop. She couldn't help it. The fear of the unknown was pretty debilitating. So much so that she overfilled her coffee mug, coffee spilling onto her hand and across the counter. She didn't even hear David come in and come to her rescue.

"Jesus, Emma, be careful!" he exclaimed.

"Oh shit, sorry," she began, not even looking to see the mess she knew she had made.

Instead, she looked right at David, a small smile crossing her face.

In the few short years she had known David Nolan, he had made a drastic impact on her life. David had become the brother Emma never had, but so desperately wanted. He filled the hole Killian left, in his own special way. Yes, Mary Margaret was a great friend, but David was really her best friend; she would never say that to Mary Margaret, though.

While Mary Margaret was a sucker for romance, hope, and beauty, David was stuck in reality. He kept his wife grounded when she tended to float away in fantasy. But his wife also allowed him to dream a bit. Emma's personality matched David's more. She needed someone to tell her the honest truth sometimes. She needed someone who knew when to give her hope and when blunt honesty was needed, and David was just that guy.

"I haven't seen you this tense in a while. The last time was when you were putting in to foster Henry. Did something happen?" He questioned, concern lacing his voice.

"Oh no, Henry is great. I mean, of course the adoption agency didn't want to grant me the petition, but we are trying again. But no, I'm just out of it today," she lied.

She hadn't told the couple about her upcoming date. It wasn't that she didn't trust them. She knew neither one of them would make fun of her for saying yes to meeting him again. Hell, both of them had been encouraging her for years to reach out and truly talk to him. Sure, Mary Margaret's encouragement was littered with questions about Emma's love life, but she was still supportive and just wanted to see Emma happy.

She hadn't told them simply because she was so unsure about what it all meant. She was already scared that she was getting her hopes up by thinking about all that could happen. She didn't want to add in their hope as well. She knew Mary Margaret would be overwhelming with positivity and excitement. She didn't want to have to let her down if things didn't go well.

Emma laughed at herself, finding it funny that in that moment she was more concerned about her friend's feelings about the date than her own. But the laugh wasn't as quiet as she thought it was.

"What?" David questioned.

"I'll tell you later," she replied, hoping that it would end the conversation. She didn't want to tell them anything until there was something to tell, and Emma knew if she told David, Mary Margaret would know within minutes. Plus, she needed to get out of there and wash off before going to class.

"OK, but whatever is going on, Emma, stop worrying. I know that's what you are doing; I've known you for long enough now. Everything will work out in the end," he said, reaching for Emma's slightly burnt hand and giving it a squeeze.

Emma smiled at him as he let go and walked out of the lounge, leaving Emma to quickly clean up her mess and get ready for the first class of the day.

Her Fridays were always pretty chill. Most of her students would agree that Emma was the best teacher in the science department. She never took life too seriously, made the kids laugh, and took the time to really get to know them. She wasn't super strict, but the kids knew not to cross her. They always had the same schedule in her class. Fridays, after they took a test, was a review day, where they went over the test they had just taken. However, it wasn't like a normal review, Emma turned it into a game, so that the kids wouldn't feel so bad about getting some things wrong.

The problem was that she allowed the kids a bit too much freedom with the review game. They ran everything, while she sat back and refereed.

The game was distracting a bit, but little things would bring her back to thinking about the night to come. For example, one of her students, a boy that was friends with Henry named Avery, started talking about his mom and dad having their "date night" when another asked if he could get on and play Call of Duty later. Of course, the word date set her off. Her palms became sweaty, the words her students were saying began to be drowned out by a weird buzzing sound, and her eyesight was too focused. She wasn't paying attention to what anyone was doing. She was so zoned out that she didn't even see one of her students, Gideon, trip another, on his way to the board.

Even after that incident, she still couldn't help but focus on what may happen. During her second period class, she found herself literally in a daydream. She didn't want to let it happen, especially after the previous dream, but her mind was a creature of its own.

All around her, the classroom disappeared, and the inside of Granny's appeared. It was so real, that she thought she could hear the grill in the back. She saw him sitting with his back towards her. She knew it was him because of his hair. That hair that she had memorized from pictures. Sure, most of the pictures she saw of him were from the front, but she was pretty sure she had the correct picture of the back in her mind. She swore she could even smell the shampoo he used - or at least that she thought he would use, the scent was just right for him. As she began to see herself walk forward towards him, she felt a rush of emotions. It was a complete out of body experience. Her heart began to beat faster and she couldn't tell if she was walking slower or faster. She began to turn towards Killian, but before anything could happen, a yell pulled her from her dream.

"Miss Swan, tell him I'm right!" she heard one of her students say.

She quickly regained composure and went back to work.

The rest of the day went about the same, except for her planning period right before lunch. She knew it would be the hardest part of the day. She would be completely alone with her thoughts. She didn't have any real work to do for school. Her year had been planned out, her tests had been graded, and she was caught up on all the assignments that had been submitted. Normally, she loved her planning periods. She would get on Netflix, binge watch The Office or Bob's Burgers, and just relax while eating her lunch, but today, not even Michael Scott's antics could distract her.

Without wanting it to happen, she was back in that daydream from before. Her mind picked right back up where it left off.

She was walking slowly towards the back booth. Everything around her seemed so real. She could hear Granny yelling at a customer. It made her smile. Granny's yelling always came from a place of love. She didn't yell at you if she didn't love you. She saw Ashley behind the counter, wiping it down after her daughter had made a mess of the area with her chocolate cake. Her focus though came back to that booth. As if she didn't have to move at all, the floor pulled her towards him. She reached out to touch him, but decided against it. She didn't want to startle him, and she also didn't think she could handle what he felt like. Would his shoulder be hard? He looked to be in shape, so it would probably feel so good under her palm.

Instead, her daydream decided to just sit down. As she turned, she took in the sight in front of her.

And just like that, what seemed like a lovely version of her nightmare, she was thrust back into her fears.

The man who sat in front of her transformed. All of a sudden he wasn't in shape. He wasn't what his profile picture shown. He was the 6 year old who had left her all those years ago. He had tears in his eyes. His hair unruly and unkept. He was skinnier than he was when he left, which is saying something, since he was a scrawny kid to begin with.

"Killian?" she said.

"Emma? Why didn't you stay my friend?" he questioned, the tears began to run down his face.

"Ummm…" she was so confused about what was going on.

"Why didn't you care?" the ghost asked her.

Emma was stunned. Why was he asking her these things? It didn't stop. After she didn't answer him, he kept asking the same questions, or similar ones. Why didn't she call, why didn't she keep writing, why didn't she follow him, why didn't she reach out more, why didn't she want more, why didn't she do something?

Her heart began to beat faster, she couldn't find the words to tell him the truth. She felt the guilt bubbling up inside. Was she the real reason they were where they were?

The bell for lunch rang, pulling Emma back out of her dream. She didn't realize she had fallen asleep. At least it wasn't the first time she had fallen asleep at her desk after a restless night stemming from bad dreams.

As she headed down to the teacher's lounge, she had to think about the dream. First, what if he didn't look like his pictures showed? What if those were old pictures and he was really different? She knew he wasn't catfishing her; he spoke to her in a way only Killian ever did. But, still, what if he looked completely different? She didn't think she would hate him, she didn't think she would be angry, but she may be disappointed.

But really, she was worried that he was going to question why she stopped their friendship. She was petrified that he was going to blame her for everything that happened. All the questions that she was being asked in the dream, she knew she should be asking him. She did try—she tried so hard to keep him in her life. It killed her how much the discommunication hurt. She tried to write, she tried to call, and she begged her parents time and time again to send her with him. She fought as hard as she could for them.

Did he fight for her? Something in her wanted to spend the dinner tonight grilling him about that. She wanted to demand answers for all those questions that she cried over. But, at the same time, she didn't want to blame him. She knows that life had been hard for him, and that she couldn't blame him for a child's actions. She had gotten over the anger and hurt ages ago.

As she entered the teacher's lounge she was thankful that it was lunch. Lunches on Fridays at the school were always loud and a good distraction. The school had won a prize the year before, so every Friday a nice lunch was purchased for the teachers as a thank you. So, the lounge was packed with almost every teacher lined up to get a plate of tamales.

Her coworkers were pretty talkative, so her mind stayed distracted which was welcomed. She only hoped the rest of the day stayed that way.

She was also thankful that Mary Margaret wasn't at lunch today. She had lunch duty, which meant instead of a catered meal, she would be walking around the cafeteria making sure the students didn't get into too much trouble. Of course, that meant that David had joined her as well. So, she instead sat with Elsa, the Home Ec teacher, and Belle, the librarian.

Emma used to say she didn't have many friends. It used to be just Killian, but when he moved, she was forced to come out of her shell a bit more. Ruby was the first, followed by Lily a few years later. Eventually, she really developed a knack for making friends. People tended to migrate towards her since she knew how to be honest with people without making them feel like shit. They knew Emma would tell them how it is, but in a supportive and loving way.

She was also lucky in that her other friends she developed over the years never abandoned her the way Killian did. Ok, maybe she was still angry at him for that. She had other friends move away, and they never treated her the way Killian did. She still was in pretty good contact with Lily, a friend she made in the third grade who then moved when they were in the eighth grade. Lily understood her in a way no one else did. Both of them were essentially orphans. Yet, Lily wasn't as luck as Emma had been. Emma was adopted, and Lily had bounced around foster homes their entire friendship.

Elsa, who Emma had met last year on the other's first day, understood Emma as well. Emma was pretty sure if she told Elsa about Killian, Elsa would understand Emma's emotions.

Elsa and her younger sister Anna, who worked at the local day care, had been orphaned when their parents died in a car crash when they were younger. And while they were almost immediately adopted by their aunt, they still understood the fear that every orphaned child has: that eventually, everyone would leave them.

That was the root of the reason Killian's absence hurt her so much. She had been actively abandoned by her birth parents. Yes, she had the best adoptive parents a girl could ask for. Yes, she was so thankful for them and the love they gave her. But, in the back of her mind, she always wondered if she was worth it, since she clearly wasn't worth it to her birth parents.

So of course, Emma found herself thinking the same thing sometimes when she thought about Killian. She knew it was far from the truth—that he would never purposefully abandon her. He would never purposefully walk away from their friendship without a good reason. Yet, when she felt depressed, she couldn't help but think that way.

For a brief moment, she did almost ask Elsa to talk. But, the blonde looked so excited to be talking about the upcoming school musical that she was helping to costume that Emma didn't want to interrupt.

She listened intently to the conversation the duo was having. She listened to how Elsa was worried that the kids would mess up the costumes, especially since she had some troublemaking boys in her sixth period home ec class. She listened to how she almost got into a fight with Mr. Gold, the principal, over budget.

Belle blushed a bit when his name was mentioned. Emma had a feeling that Belle had a crush on their boss. A few times during staff meetings, Emma had caught Belle outright ogling him. It was actually kinda cute. Sure, Emma didn't get along well with the guy, and sure most of the school called him "the Beast," but Belle did seem to calm him down when she was in the room. If Emma had to guess, she would say that Gold had a crush on Belle as well. Why else would he insist on staff meetings in the library when the theater or cafeteria would work so much better?

When lunch came to an end, Emma said goodbye to her friends and headed back to her classroom. She was now excited to get back to teaching. It didn't dawn on her till that moment, but she hadn't really thought about Killian when she was listening to Elsa and Belle. Thinking about someone else's love life was actually helping her.

That was the best thing about teaching in middle school, she thought sarcastically, there was always a new love story. So that was her goal. She was gonna find some middle school drama to help distract her mind.

Her next class was Henry's. She was so thankful to see her son. While she may not be his adoptive mother yet, she saw him as her son. No matter what, she wanted him to feel that he belonged.

"Hey kid, how's it going?" she asked as the class settled into their movie. Henry's class was a bit different than the rest of her classes. She saw them every day, but for longer. She had them for two periods, back to back. They were her advanced class. So, they had already reviewed the test. So, as a prize for actually doing well on the test and for finishing the review quickly earlier in the week, she let them watch Jurassic Park.

"Pretty good; it's been a long day though. Steve and Nancy are fighting again, it's all they do recently. Robin and Tilly got back together again, which is nice," he started. Henry knew that Emma didn't always like to hear about the gossip that was happening at Storybrooke middle school, but he also knew that some of the gossip could help her as a teacher.

She listened to him for a few minutes. However, he realized that she wasn't paying full attention, which was weird for her.

"Mom, what's going on?" he asked.

She smiled to herself. First, she loved that he called her mom. He normally didn't do it in class, as he didn't want to keep bringing attention to the fact he was the teacher's kid. Secondly, she loved it cause even though the adoption didn't go through, and even though they have hit roadblock after roadblock, he still say her in the same light she saw him.

"It's a long story," she said.

"Well, I think we have time," he smiled, nodding his head towards the class of students enthralled with the movie.

She giggled a bit before beginning her story.

"Well, when I was really young I had a best friend named Killian. We were neighbors and Grandma was best friends with his mom, too. We did literally everything together. We even got married when we were five. But, abruptly, he had to move to Ireland. We tried to keep in touch for a while, but we lost contact. We've been friends on Facebook for a while and out of the blue, he messaged me and said he was back in town and wanted to meet for dinner. I said yes, and we are meeting tonight," she explained.

"And you're nervous, right?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Henry could read her like a book.

"A little; I haven't seen him in over 20 years. I'm not too sure what to expect," she answered.

"Why did he move away?"

"Well, I didn't know at first, none of us knew. Well, we didn't know. Grandma and the other adults did, they just didn't tell us. Turns out his father had left them and his mother wanted to chase after him," she recalled.

"That sucks. Why didn't he ever come back?" he asked. Emma hated reliving that day and the emotions that surrounded his leaving.

"I found out later that his mom got really sick after they moved. She passed away. I think that is why he stopped writing to me. He didn't have her around to help him write the letters. I'm not really sure what happened to him. I friended him on MySpace and Facebook, but nothing on there answered my questions as to why he stayed in Ireland or what happened to his family," she explained.

"So, are you going to ask him that?" she loved how Henry read her mind.

"Actually, that is what I have been wrestling with all day," she began. "I am not sure if I want to bring it up or not. I think I deserve an explanation, but at the same time, I want to just put the past behind us and be friends again."

She knew most parents didn't talk to their kids like this, but their relationship was different. She didn't want to hide things from Henry. She didn't want to force any type of relationship on him. Instead she thought she would let parenting come out through time and honest interactions. In truth, she was more like a big sister to him than a mother, but still had those mothering instincts with him.

"Sounds confusing," he added.

"It is. The whole thing is," she agreed.

"Well, I would want to know why if it was me. Just ask him. What's there to lose?" he pondered.

The kid was right. There wasn't much to lose by her really laying it all on the line. It's not like she and Killian had a real friendship to begin with. Sure, the foundation was there, the one they had built years earlier, but nothing else had been built. If she asked him and he refused to answer, or if he gave her some bullshit, then she wouldn't be at a loss.

"Well, I think that's enough insight into my strange life," she said. "Tell me about Violet."

She saw Henry blush at the name. She knew bringing up his own schoolboy crush would help her a bit. She knew it would provide her with a distraction.

It was a great distraction and before she knew it, the day was over. She had watched and listened as Henry tried not to go all gooey over his girlfriend who sat a few rows ahead of them, focus on the movie. Emma liked Violet enough—she was pretty, smart, independent, but respectful and kind. She just hoped that Violet wouldn't hold him to Storybrooke.

As it was with most small towns, many who grew up here, got boyfriends or girlfriends in middle school, stayed with them all of high school, and never left town because of them. Emma only left for college, and she was lucky. She didn't want Henry to live that way, though; she wanted him to go out and explore the world.

Now she only had to find a way to make it another three hours.

She wasn't planning on changing. She was already prepared for the date. While she may have decided that it was a date, she didn't want to go all out and look like she had that idea. She wanted to be casual. She didn't want to seem too eager or too excited, even though she was.

When she got home, she thought of something that might calm her down.

She went straight for her bedroom, not stopping for her after school snack, aka a glass of wine.

She bent down to the foot of her bed, felt around, and gave a tug. A large storage box came sliding towards her. Inside was a collection of diaries. She had been journaling since the year Killian stopped writing.

Now, they weren't traditional journals: she didn't start each entry with Dear Diary or finished them xoxo, but they were a collection of her thoughts. She wrote down quotes, and jotted down quick lists of things that happened that were worth her remembering. Some pictures were taped inside, too.

It had been years since she looked at them. She still kept a journal, but she rarely reread them. She was inspired by her mother to keep them, actually.

"Who knows, maybe one day you can pass them along to your daughter and she can get to know you a little better," she heard her mother say in her head.

She started with the very first one, a small little book that had a cover only a six year old girl could love. Inside were a collection of drawings and small notes, written in poor handwriting and even worse spelling.

She smiled at the book as she continued to flip the pages.

There were a couple of drawings of her and Killian, a few of the family dog, even more of princesses and unicorns, but what she settled on for a few moments was one she didn't draw.

It was an actual photo of herself and Alice. She didn't even remember the photo being taken or that she had it. Emma must have only been two or three in the picture. She was sitting on Alice's lap, with the woman's arms wrapped around her small body. She was giving Emma a kiss on the cheek and Emma's smile was so large that it was contagious.

As Emma continued to look at the photo her eyes filled with tears.

She knew that without Alice, none of this would have happened. She would have never met Killian, never became friends with him. She would never have had a second mom, or someone who made her smile when she wasn't getting along with her real mom. She would have never had some of the happiest moments in her life.

For so long, she had been angry with her. She was angry at a woman for following the man she loved, when Emma would have done the same thing given the chance.

In that moment, looking down at the picture, she knew she was no longer angry at Killian. If Emma had known about Alice all those years ago, or if the situation had been reversed, she probably would have done the same thing he did.

She looked at the clock and noticed the time; if she wanted to be on time, she needed to leave within a few minutes. She didn't want to keep Killian waiting, or herself; she had waited too long for this moment.

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