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missallsundayyy · 3 years

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"You're just saying that"

ANOTHER LAWBIN DUMP BECAUSE I SHIP THEM LIKE A MAD WOMAN ITS INSANE! here is just Law being a simp for our fave straw hat archeologist, Nico Robin <3

“You’re beautiful”

“You’re just saying that”

“No Im not”

Law crawled towards Robin who was fully naked and tangled in between the sheets and smiled at her. He had a goddess on his bed and today was the last day she was going to be on his ship before she had to return to the strawhats. His head bowed and his lips connected to her long slender soft legs, he peppered kisses in a straight line and went towards her thick thighs. “You’re going back to your ship tomorrow Robin-ya” he muttered in between kisses. Robin had her head thrown back against the soft pillows with a contented sigh “Yes i do”

When it comes to pleasure build-up, there was no one better than Trafalgar Law, he made her horny beyond words and he could go for hours and hours just making sure that she was satisfied and pleasured magically. Since he was a doctor, on god he knew where all the good spots were and fuck did he rub, kiss, touch and reach all these area well. All her weak spots were mentally printed in his brain and he touched her so well because he knew her body like the back of his hand.

Law didn’t just wanted to please the historian but he worshipped the fuck out of Robin’s body. She was the definition of beauty and his ideal woman. Her hourglass figure, her large bust, her porcelain skin, her long luscious raven hair, her waist that was meant for his hands, her scent when she was turned on...oh how fucking addictive she was. He could go down on her for hours craving for more and more even when the historian was sore but no he could never get enough of her. “You make me so hard Robin-ya, you look so fucking absolutely mouth watering.” he grunt out licking her soft thick thighs in long strokes. His hands were already parting her legs wide, giving the sight he’s been craving to see. She was already dripping wet for him.

“La..law-kun...please…” Robin moaned softly, her hands reached out for his head and gripping his hair ushering his face forward to her wet core. He smirked and licked her pussy with one long and teasingly slow stroke. Her head dived deeper onto the pillow at the contact even though it was minimal. “You’re already looking so fucked out my love, did i keep you waiting that long?” He teased her by bringing one digit and plunging it into her hole without warning and going at a rough pace.

“A..ahh!” she moaned and fisted his hair roughly. Law was unrelenting; he added the second...third...and fourth digits into her wet hole that was gladly accepting his intrusion. He fucked her with his fingers hard and fast never stopping to let her adjust or catch her breath. He pulled out JUST for a second much to her dismay, her blue orbs adjusted its vision to see what her lover was doing, and his actions made her whine in lust, this man was so sexy. The feral demeanor he had and the way he was enjoying pleasuring her turned her on to the point she could feel more juices dripping out from her cunt. “Fuck.., you’re dripping onto my bedsheet and soaking it baby” he groaned and admired how wet she was for him. Law gathered his saliva in his mouth and spit it directly onto her soaking cunt “Let me make it even wetter Robin-ya” he said. He shifted his position so fast that even she didn’t see this coming, he plunged his hard cock into her with no warning again. “Ohhh my god!” Robin screamed, he filled her up so good and there was no way in hell she was going to feel this type of way with anyone else. Law was not only long but his cock was so very very big and the first time they ever did this, she was taken aback like taken aback would have been an understatement.

“Gomen I cant control my...oh fuckkk you’re so tight R-robin-ya.” Law grunted aloud, he didn’t go slow nor did he held back this time, he was going to fuck her hard and long and make sure she felt him for weeks and months until they had the opportunity to meet again. He was going to wear her out and that's exactly what he was now doing.

“La...law..please..more! I-its so so so so gooood! Ahhh ah ah” whatever words she could muster out was no incoherent, she couldn't even form any proper sentence with how good he was fucking her. His length was impressive, it hit deep and reached everything that she couldn't satisfy herself and the width...mmm she worships this man’s cock. How good his dick was and how amazing the person was as well. “C’mon use your words my love, i’m going to miss you so much and i- ergh fuck!” his hands had a tight hold on her legs, spreading as wide as he could while he fuck her into oblivion. Her large breast was now being kneaded by her hands trying to maximize her pleasure even more.

“You’re so..ahhh fucking hell….sexy. Look at you right now, i could fuck you for hours and prolong this as long as I could my love” he looked down at their connection, what an erotic sight and sound. She was squelching around him and her pussy wasn’t even trying to milk him with everything he got, their juices were mixed and was dripping out of her wet hole and cum was splashed everywhere on his sheets. Oh how he would love nothing more than to capture this image and frame it in his cabin room.

His cock went in and out of hole at a vicious pace, never giving Robin a chance at catching her breath. Everything that came out from her mouth was vulgar and sinful and only her moans and his grunts echoed throughout the bedroom. “Fuck fuck fuck you feel so good around me, gripping my cock like that...so tight like- ahhh…” he brought himself down to her chest and buried his head into her giant globes and grunt out in pleasure of her soft skin and the way her pussy was sucking his cock in.

Robin had one hand gripping his sheets and one hand clawing his back trying to hold onto him to be in sync in his monstrous pace all while he was comfortably sandwiched in between the valley of her breasts. He brought his face back up and tongued her nipples that were basically calling out for his mouth, his large hands palmed the right side of her breast while he was basically making out with the other side.

“La..law….kun...ahhh its too much...im g-gonna… ah ah ahhhh..” she screamed and clawed his back drawing blood, the pleasure he was bestowing upon her has become overwhelming. Law ceased all his actions and brought one hand and took both her arms, pinning them above her head and his other hand found her throat and gripped at it hard; now this was how he could get Robin to cum so hard because this has always been her kink, almost cutting off her oxygen intake brought her euphoric pleasure. “You cum only when I say you can love, are you forgetting that?” Law whispered in her ears, giving her a long teasing lick at her lobes.

Robin whined at the loss of his movements, his cock was still yet buried so deep in her hole and she was rocking back and forth trying to get some friction but his body weight kept her in check and she knew better in strength that she could never outmatch his strength especially in bed. “La..w….please please please please...ne-need to cu..cum!” she begged him desperately, her eyes were half lidded and both corners of her eyes were filled with tears of pleasure and desperation. He brought his face down to hers and their forehead rested against each other and he locked eyes with hers, souls intertwined and orbs connected and both of them read each other like an open book.

“You look so beautiful baby, you look so good like this…” he whispered to her, face evident with pure lust and adoration. He loved this woman and he fucking knew it, there was nobody he wanted to share such passion and connection with. He wanted to pleasure her to the point of no return, making her the happiest woman alive and he relishes in her existence. “You're gonna cum so good I promise you baby” he grunt out. With that he resumed his thrust but it was even more powerful, dominant and oh so impressive. He pounded her hard and fast fucking her stupid and passionately, he gave his 1000 percent when he do her and right now he was treating her hole unforgivingly and no mercy and she was definitely going to feel him inside her everyday. He printed and branded his cock in her pussy and there will be no other man that could be compared. She whined and moaned hotly, tongue sticking out with a string of drool at the corner of her mouth, the bed shook with the rhythm of their fuck pace. The atmosphere was hot, the air was bathed in redolence of sex and passion. Sounds of his dick going in and out of her wet hole immited sloppy wet sounds that was the focus of their hearing and the unison of their sinful moans. His grip on her throat tightened and he moaned out loud at the sight and took her mouth in his and gave her an open kiss, it was sloppy and hot, their tongues fought each other and both of them were moaning in each other’s mouth.

“Cmon, cum now baby, i can feel you squeezing me so hard, you’re so good for me”

“Law...law! Law! I ahh...ahh im go..gonn! gonna cum”

“Cum for me my love” he’s raspy voice commanded her and if she was grenade, his voice was the trigger. She was sent over the edge and everything in her felt awakened and she exploded with a scream. With his hands on her neck her voice was semi blocked but this kind of orgasm remains unmatched. Robin heard Law muttering strings of curses and swears at her orgasm, she tightened and her insides was trying to milk the fuck out of his cock.

She was sent over the edge and everything in her was awakened and she exploded with a scream. With his hands on her neck her voice was semi blocked but this kinky action always had her fucked out. She saw stars and her body was instantly taken into another universe. Her legs tightened around him and were now trembling, her body still rocking with his rampaging thrusts both rocking to the rhythm of her high.

“F-ff--fucking hell.” He grunt against her collar bones.

“La--law…” Robin whimpered softly, “Do it in me...please...i want you to cum in me and fill me up please please ple-- AHHH!” He didn’t need to be told twice, her filthy words spurred him on more and she swore he felt him getting harder.

“Fuck i- gonn...a fill you in so good..” he groaned and she captured his mouth with her open ones and their moans and grunts were drowned in the messy and sloppy wet kiss.

“Mmhmm!” Strings and strings of his load was pumping into her hole as he came the moment Robin kissed him with so much need and to simplify it….she was so fucking sexy and was the hottest woman in this god damn planet; he thought.

“Sss--so full!” she whimpered in his mouth.

Her facial expression drove him crazy, she was in a state of bliss and she was on cloud 9, only he could do her like this.

Both of them rode each other, absorbed in their high and lived for each others’ touch.

TIMESKIP

Law tossed the towel that he had used to clean Robin up into the laundry basket in his bathroom and came out to the sight of his goddess laying down peacefully. She was now looking at Law who only had a towel hugging his lower regions and she smiled, admiring his body. He was so handsome, his body was lean with the right muscles everywhere.

“You’re so handsome”

“You’re just saying that”

“No I’m not” he laughed, they were having the same conversation before their love making. He loves her. Trafalgar Law loves Nico Robin so damned much.

THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE AND READING MY FIC. DO LIKE AND REBLOG, ask me if there is anything you guys want me to write! I'm currently working on more LAWBIN. I know I've been writing them like crazy but that's because the internet doesn't have enough Lawbin and idc I will write till i'm satiated.

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aquatik · 4 years

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history in the making

pairing- atsumu miya x reader

word count- 1500

genre- fluff

fem!reader

history isn’t a common class many people enjoy. sure, they might not hate it, but it’s certainly not their number one subject. you quite happen to enjoy the subject. you found it entertaining how the study of the past occurred. how viewpoints have changed, or overall how different the past is from your now present. this current semester, your curriculum was starting to learn about american history. this you found exciting since it was different than what you were used to. to make sure everyone was paying attention to the last few chapters the teacher briefly touched on, you were put into pairs to present a certain topic of the chapters you had gone over. you had gotten the early development of the american government, dating back to the declaration of independence, the first president, etc. you were given a couple of main questions to answer then you had to make a presentation on the whole topic as if teaching it to the class.

this was a relatively difficult project concerning you and your partner were responsible for teaching the class on the subject. especially since you had gotten mr. ’head empty, only setting’, as you like to call him. your partner was miya atsumu. you could still feel the glares of the angry fangirls on your back, but you chose to ignore it.

miya atsumu, you both weren’t exactly the closest but you would like to consider you were more than strangers. perhaps friends? you both sat next to each other in your classes you would ask for the page number, he would ask for notes, etc. you had noticed throughout the time he had a dislike towards history. when you both got assigned partners you couldn’t help but notice how his then bored expression now became a little less bored. he turned toward you and gave you a small thumbs up. you had honestly found it adorable. well, you had until you could swear you heard most of the girls in your class start to snarl- wait was that a growl?

sighing, you shift your body forward returning your full attention to your teacher. well as much of it as you could with the two distractions- miya atsumu and now his fangirls. sure you had to admit to yourself that he was quite attractive. would you admit that to his face is another question.

“class, remember this is due in two weeks. miya, l/n, stay for a couple of minutes.”

“sensei, is something wrong?”

“not at all, i just wanted to say you guys are taking on the longest section. remember to manage your time correctly.”

“right, thank you!” you said as the golden blonde and you walked out of the classroom.

“finaally out of that class,” he said while stretching his arms.

“when are you free?”

“huh?”

“what do you mean ‘huh?’ i’m asking when you’re free for the project. you heard sensei, it’s the longest one in the class. it’s not something you can leave for the last minute you know?”

the older twin had stared at you, almost dumbfounded. his expression screamed ‘project? me? what, when? what about volleyball?’

“let me put this into simpler terms for you.” you had said, sighing into your hand.

“when..are..you..not..playing..volleyball..” you said slowly, trying to make the words sink into the setter like he was a sponge absorbing water.

“you see, i am playing every day!” atsumu says with a dumb, yet you had found adorable smile before smacking him.

“don’t give me that crap miya. it’s called a partner assignment for a reason. and no, don’t try that ‘i can present’ excuse on me miya. you need to know the lesson and with the number of volleyballs you draw in your notebook every class i doubt you know it.”

“yer’ so mean and for what l/n-chan.”

“it’s not mean it’s being a realist.”

“okay okay fine, i have a general idea but not the best.”

“great, now your brain is working,” you said with a slight smile. to another person, it might have seemed rude but this was your guy’ es normal.

“but it is true i have volleyball everyday. i have about an hour before practice every friday.”

“hmm, that won’t do...it’s too much material to cover in an hour.” you had said tapping your arm, a habit you had created.

“alright, the best way i can see us doing this quickly and correctly while taking away less time from your sport is one day you will need to skip practice altogether.”

“damn really?”

“yeah, sorry about that. but i think we can spend about maybe two hours, four being the max in the library doing research and answering the questions, and then heading to one of our houses to create the presentation. the atmosphere of a library can get exhausting, and i believe it’s the easiest and most efficient course of action. we could do it this friday so you miss a little bit less practice.”

“i hate having to miss practice, but it is what it is ain’t it?” he had said raking his hand through his hair.

“yeah, let’s do it this friday. i honestly didn’t expect you to want to consider my practice.”

“it’s fine so this friday-“ you had said before getting cut off.

“tsumu, your going to be late!”

“shut up i’ll be fine samu! here, just text me later okay?” he said while handing you his number while bidding you farewell and a small ‘see ya tomorrow!’

•

“ready to go miya?” you asked as you slung your bookbag onto your shoulder.

“atsumu.”

“what?”

“call me atsumu, it’s easier when we’re around samu anyways,” he said once again with the signature thumbs-up you both shared.

“alright then atsumu.,” you said, the word seeming foreign as it rolled off your tongue. not to mention the creeping blush appearing.

“what’s so weird about it y/n-chan? we’re friends ain’t we?” he said, facing you while walking, almost tripping in the process.

“y-yeah.” you had said, stuttering since you were still laughing at him for almost falling backwards.

“atsumu! you’re going to be late for practice,” his younger twin shouted at him. along him was suna and kita waiting for the golden blond to join them.”

“sorry! i have a project to complete!” he shouted at the trio.

“you? not going to practice what is tha- ohhh i get it.”

“well good on you prioritizing your grades miya, see you later,” kita said as he dragged the gray-haired miya and suna by the ear before they made fun of him.

“what was that about atsumu?” you had asked, pivoting to face atsumu face to face.

“who knows, anyways let’s go.”

•

“huh? why is this so complicated!” atsumu exclaimed as he banged his head against the written on table in the library.

“atsumu, it isn’t that difficult,” you had said with an awkward laugh. you guys had gotten all of your research for the presentation and decided to leave the questions for last.

“yeah, easy for you to say y/n-chan, yer smart.”

“anything but that.”

”sure.”

“but really,” atsumu started. “why do we need to know about the first president of the united states? the question is ‘why did george washington know he was setting a precedent and how did this affect how he governed?’ what does precedent even mean?” atsumu asked.

“precedent means an action or event that sets a guide or example for similar events in the future.”

“but still, i don’t think it’s that important. setting a precedent and all,” he said

“really? that’s funny..” you said trailing off.

“hmm? why do you think that,” he asked, subconsciously leaning forward.

“well, it’s just ironic to me,” you said looking up, as if asking for permission to keep talking. like reading your mind he nods his head.

“i mean, i just feel- no scratch that. i know you are going to set a precedent. i mean look at you! haven’t you seen how great of a setter you are? atsumu, you’re going to be one of the best setters this world has seen! atsumu, you’re going to set an example of what a setter should be. you’re going down in the history. i’m so lucky to be able to see history in the making right in front of me..” you said, trailing off embarrassed at your sudden outburst.

“you really think that..?” he said, dumbfounded. slowly going back to his original position from before he leaned forward. now a dumb, lovestruck smile and slight blush adorned the setters face. not that you knew of course. you lightly nodded before you two continued to work.

“atsumu?”

“yeah?”

“george washington knew he was setting a precedent since he knew he was going to be an example for future presidents. he knew he would become an important figure in history, which made him carefully chose his actions while governing. that’s the answer.”

closing note: the actual historical information can very well be wrong i am going off my memory

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byemrcriminall · 4 years

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Steve Rogers — Art

Steve Rogers x Reader one shot

warnings : fluff,bit of cursing,really cringe

words count : 1.1k

a/n : hey! so i’m kinda nervous as it’s my first time posting here and writing in english but i hope you’ll like this one shot! i’m sorry if i made mistakes!! i’m not totally satisfied with the result but well enjoy ig :)

Steve was sitting there, by himself, with for only company the music blasting through his earphones. He really enjoyed staying in this small New-York coffee for hours, simply drawing, lost in his thoughts. The music was probably bothering everyone around him, but no one dared to say something to him and he didn’t even realised it was that loud. Which is understandable, who would tell a super soldier that he's bothering everyone? Well, you did.

You used to come here everyday after work. It was the only place no one told what to do or how you should be. It was really calm, only a few people knew even the existence of the place. That calm and that lack of persons were the reasons you liked that place so much. You could finally be free, even if it was only for a few minutes, they were the best of your days. No noise was there to disturb your thoughts. Everything was so paisible.

But then one day, that super soldier came. At first you didn't say anything about how loud he was with his stupid music. He was pretty handsome, and maybe you were so exhausted that the music seemed way louder than it actually was. But after a few weeks, when you heard some clients talk about how loud the music was, you realised the music was really loud.

So, after thinking about what was the nicest way to tell him to listen to his music on maximum volume and taking all your braveness you finally decided it was the day to confront him. Once you had ordered your usual, you walked toward him confidently. At least you seemed confident but inside you had never been so nervous. You had to admit he was really intimidating and you've never been the kind to talk easily to strangers. But he was so loud when you needed so much calm. So there you were, standing in front of him. He didn't noticed you at first, too busy and too invested into his art. You never had the occasion to see his drawings, but you had to say, they were beautiful. He was talented, like really talented. You were so lost into his piece of art that you didn't realise he was looking at you. But his voice awoke you :

"Hi, can I help you?"

The tone of his voice surprised you. He talked really softly, almost in a whisper, as if you could be scared if he raised his voice even just a little.

"H-hum yeah actually..."

You were still very nervous but not because he was intimidating anymore, just because he was really handsome and nice.

"What's happening?"

"C-could you please lower the volume of your music?"

He seemed pretty confused at first but then kind of panicked.

"I- Oh my god i'm so sorry i didn't thought it was that loud i'm-"

Seeing a man so intimidating so panicked and sorry made you chuckle.

"It's fine don't worry! Just try a bit lower from now."

You gave him a reassuring smile hoping that he'll calm down which he did. He smiled one last time at you before going back to his drawing.

—

From that day, you didn’t hear music from Steve’s earphones anymore. You both smiled at each other everyday and even talked sometimes. And you’d be lying if you’d say you don’t have a tiny crush on the man. Maybe not only a tiny crush if you were fully honest with yourself. He was just perfect : really sweet, funny, adorable, clumsy and handsome.

But then, for a whole week, he didn’t show up. You were kind of worried that something could have happened to him or that he just decided to stop coming here but one day, he reappeared, not alone, but he reappeared. He was accompanied with two friends, they were probably the ones he talked about once or twice, Sam and Bucky if your memories were right. You didn’t wanted to bother them so you just smiled and waved at Steve before going to the counter.

Steve was actually looking for you. He had to admit he missed talking to you during this week. So when he saw you entering the coffee shop i couldn’t but smile to his ears and waving back at you.

“Who’s that?” Asked Sam.

“Isn’t she the girl on your sketchbook?” Noticed Bucky.

“Ohhh yes it’s her! How many times did you draw her? Like eight?”

“So Steve, who’s that mysterious girl?”

“N-no one, I mean just a girl a talk to sometimes.”

“You seem way to happy for her to be no one Steve” remarked Bucky.

“Are you insinuating that captain could have a crush on the girl Barnes?”

“Look how he’s blushing, of course he has a crush on her.”

Steve became even more red. He tried to contradict his friends but only succeed to mumble some part of words.

“I have to say she’s really cute, if you don’t ask her on a date i might do it cap’” tried Sam.

“Shut up” replied Steve with an exasperated voice.

“Does that means you’ll do it?”

The super soldier thought for a few minutes. How was he supposed to ask someone on a date? He has never done that before, you’d probably find him ridiculous. What if you laughed at him?

“What if she doesn’t like me back?”

“What if she does?”

“I never thought i’d say that one day, but Bucky is right. She’s about to leave just go and ask her.”

Steve looked at the two of them and as they seemed way too sure of themselves he stood up and walked toward you. He was certainly more nervous than you were the first time you talked to him. When he reached you, you just had stood up.

“Oh hi Steve” You tried your best not to sound too excited to see him after one week but it was hard.

“H-hi Y/n.” He was really nervous, even you could tell.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

He inhaled one big time before speaking.

“I missed talking to you.”

The smile he gave you warmed your heart and make you really nervous at the same time.

“I-I missed it too.”

“Okay I’m really not used to do this but hum, would you like to go on a date with me someday...? You don’t have to of course I just- I kind of like you so I was thinking I could- or we could-“

“That would be a pleasure Steve.” You took the napkin under your cookie and wrote something on it. “Here’s my number, just text or call me when you wanna have this date”

You smiled at him one last time before leaving. If you were not in public, you definitely would have screamed, and to be honest, he would have done the same.

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cevans16 · 4 years

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It Was You All Along ~ Part 1

You were part of the MCU since you were 18, playing the role of Pepper Potts….10 years later you were starting to film the beginning stages of Infinity War, Chris and you were very close that is until you go your own ways…..will or will you not ever reunite?

“I can’t believe we’re both almost done with our contracts Chris” you spoke to him on the phone as you were being chauffeured around London. “Yeah, what are you going to do?” he asked, “Honestly probably take a small break, maybe finally get my bachelors“ you replied, “but hey I’m pulling up to my hotel, talk to you later”.

You settled in your hotel for the week as you were doing a photo shoot for a London magazine. Once you finished you went over to the nearby bar or should I say pub for your interview. You walked in not paying attention to the people starting to recognize you as you ordered your Jack and Coke. You were sipping on your drink while conversating with the journalist about the usual questions you would get, “Are you dating?”, “How are you staying in shape?”, “What’s your beauty routine” yadayadayada. You two left the bar to head over to the studio when you ran into one of your crushes there, well except Chris but he didn’t need to know that....your top celeb crush Henry Cavill. The journalist introduced you two as he was about to finish his photo shoot, you were going to start yours. “Hello, I’m not allowed to say this but I think you’re amazing in those Iron Man movies!” he said giddily causing you to blush, “Well don’t tell my bosses but I think you’re killing it as Superman! Definitely my favorite” you replied. “Excuse me, where are my manners, I’m Henry” he said as he extended his hand to shake yours, “Nice to meet you Henry, I’m (Y/N)” you replied. You two chit-chatted for a bit before you went your own way but not before Henry asked you to meet up with him for some coffee after.

-Text- How was the interview? Btw we need to talk....I kind of need to tell you something You felt a small hit in your heart when you read that text as you got ready for your meet up with Henry, you decided to call Chris to see what was up before you headed to the cafe.

“Heyyy, uhm I just saw your text are you okay?” you said on the phone, “Hey (Y/N) I didn’t know how to tell you this and I’m not sure how you’re going to take this but uhmmm” was this it? Was this the moment he was going to finally say that he liked you, you thought to yourself. “I uhhhh got back with Jenny”. You felt your world crash down, you didn’t hate her but you didn’t particularly like her especially after she was rude to you since the moment you met. “(Y/N)?? (Y?N)” Chris asked on the other line, “Hey uhmm well I don’t know why you’re telling me but I thought you learned your lesson with her, look I have to go Chris bye” you said as you hung up the phone and you turned it off. You were pissed...or sad either way you could feel the tears forming in your eyes. Get it together you said to yourself. You inhaled and exhaled for a few moments before you grabbed your purse and headed to the cafe.

Henry was waiting for you outside the cafe as you walked up to him smiling a bit. Deep down you wanted nothing but to cry yourself to sleep hating yourself for thinking Chris was finally going to take a chance with you but you knew it wasn’t going to change things plus you weren’t going to pass up on Henry. “Long time no see Henry” you joked to him, “Right, I forgot what you looked like” he replied, “Well how do I look now?”, “Beautiful” he smiled at you. You two walked up to the entrance as he opened the door for you to go inside. You were seated out in the patio as you two got to know each other for a bit, you let Henry know that you weren’t going to be in London for long which he knew since he was aware you weren’t from there. The conversation flowed great throughout the evening and into the night when you two realized they were about to close, you chuckled as you gathered your belongings and left the place. “I had a great time with you (Y/N)” Henry shared with you, “Me too, thank you for inviting me Henry” you two walked along the street heading towards your hotel, “Henry I uhmmm I don’t know how to say this...I’m uh attracted to you but I’m not into the hookup culture” you explained, Henry looked at you a bit confused until he got it, “Ahh I see, well no I would not like to hook up with you, I enjoyed your company and would like for you to get to your hotel safely” he replied, “I would however like to meet up with you again, if that is okay with you (Y/N)? If not it’s okay i understand no hard feelings” he said. “I would like that Henry” you smiled to him. He walked you to your hotel waiting for you to go inside the lobby before catching a taxi for himself. Henry was so happy to have met you, you were his celeb crush but meeting you exceeded his expectations. You felt the same way, you had forgotten about Chris until you opened the door to your hotel room. You felt exhausted mentally.

You decided to draw up a bath as it had a nice view of London from the bathtub. You combed your hair up in a bun and threw in the epsom salt in the tub before taking off your clothes to soak yourself in the warm water with a glass of wine as you looked onto the London skyline. You turned on your phone to listen to music. You saw 11 missed calls with voicemails and 4 texts from Chris, you knew you couldn’t talk to him yet. You also had 3 missed calls with one voicemail from RDJ, 2 texts from Elizabeth and 1 text from Mackie. You texted all but Chris and RDJ back as you dialed RDJ’s number. He picked up on the first ring “Hey kid! I called you” he practically yelled, “I know which is why I’m returning your call Robert” you chuckled. “Well I don’t bullshit so how are you taking this shit with Chris?” he asked, “Uhmmm I’m still processing, I can’t force him to do anything so I’m doing the best I can” you said as you started to cry a bit, “Kid kid, (Y/N) listen to me, Chris is an idiot, I let him know that but honey it’s not worth crying over a dude, I know I KNOW how would I know but believe me your prince charming is around the corner, just ask Susann” he joked. “Thank you I appreciate it, I may have met him but I’m not sure yet”, “Ohhh who?”, “Uhmm remember my celeb crush?”, “Mhmmm wait really, the dude who plays Superman?!”, he asked excitedly knowing how much you enjoyed his movies, you then explained to Robert about Henry, “Well kid, I hate to tell you but everything happens for a reason”, “I know I know”, “Well I’ll let you go, chin up, I love ya”, “Love you too Robert and thank you” you said as you hung up and then proceeded to text Mackie saying you were okay, you checked Lizzie’s text, one was asking you about Chris since it was all over the news now and another one was on the news about you and Henry. You proceeded to check Chris’ texts which were about him apologizing and then him asking you about Henry, how would they know you asked yourself. Sure enough you went online and first saw a pic of Chris with Jenny Jenny Slate and Chris Evans Are On Again which you skipped and then landed on one of you and Henry at the cafe Romeo and Juliet More Like Marvel And DC Star-Crossed Lovers Looking Cozy, boy news travels fast you thought to yourself as you got off from the internet and proceeded to listen to music while texting Lizzie, ‘chin up love you are and deserve the best’ she texted you. You were hoping Robert was right, everything happens for a reason.

The week in London flew by as you and Henry saw each other almost everyday before you had to return to the States as Henry called them. You were originally from (Y/State/N) but had moved to Boston as it was always a dream to live there. Henry was sad to see you go but you guys agreed on still getting to know each other even if you were in different countries, it was something new for you, as for Henry it wasn’t. Luckily he had some time off from filming which gave him a chance to visit you soon.

#It Was You All Along ~ Part 1 #Chris Evans #Chris Evans Imagine

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jacksonswangsauce · 5 years

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Way too damn needy

Taeil x Y/N

You and your boyfriend Taeil have been sexting all day, you’re at the office and he’s recording in the studio.

Both of you had to get up at the crack of dawn for work, meaning you didn’t get to see each other before leaving, which left you incredibly needy and horny for each other.

It’s 1 in the afternoon and Taeil can hardly wait to see you, he’s been blowing up your phone for the past hour.

1:05 pm

Taeil: Y/N❤️ Are you busy?

Taeil: Been thinking about you😍😝

1:07pm

Taeil: I’m really horny tbh😳💦

1:08pm

Taeil: Baaaabe😩 when do you get off work?

1:09pm

Taeil: I need to touch you🥵 fuuuck I’m so hard🍆

1:10pm

Taeil: Can’t stop thinking bout you😏🍑

1:11pm

Taeil: Send me some picks princess💦

1:15pm

Taeil: I’m ready😘😛🍆

(He sends a picture holding his very erect dick)

1:17pm

Taeil: Hurry! Get in the bathroom😩💦💦💦

You finally check your phone and immediately you can feel yourself getting wet as you scroll through his needy texts.

"Looks like I have to go to the bathroom..." You smirk to yourself and text him back.

Y/N: Be ready in 5😏😛

You get up and practically run to the office bathroom and lock yourself in a stall.

You immediately unbutton your blouse and unclip your lace bra to send Taeil a picture.

You await his response and play around with different angles.

Taeil: Hotty!!!😍🔥 What do you want me to do?

Instead of texting it out, you decide to FaceTime him.

He answers in less than a second.

"Y/N! Fuck I want to touch those juicy breasts!" He whines, scrunching his face in frustration.

You chuckle and start pulling up your skirt, noticing his slight grunting in the background.

"Are you touching yourself?" You ask, gently sliding your fingers against your dripping folds.

He nods and flips the camera, displaying his strong hands slowly pumping his veiny dick.

"Baby..uhh." He sighs. "Show me what you’re doing.." He says, breathlessly.

You smirk and flip your camera as you pump your fingers in and out of your heat.

"Taeil..I-I want you to grip yourself harder. Spread that pre cum all over your dick and fuck your hand!" You keep your voice low and sensual, breathing heavily as you imagine that Taeil is touching you right now.

"O-okay..! Ahhh-sss..." He grunts and you can hear his rapid movements echo through the phone.

You take a break from pumping and massage your breasts.

"Ooo Y/N I’m close! Quick..uhhh rub your clit, fast!" He moans, his pumping and grinding getting sloppier.

"Oh-Taeil! Uhhhhh.." You do as he says and feel a knot forming in your stomach.

"I’m gonna cum Y/N..Ohh fuck cum with me baby!" He tries to hold his orgasm as you near your climax.

"Tae-ohhh I’m there..sss uhhhhh!" You erupt in a satisfying orgasm just as you hear Taeil’s cum squirt out.

"F-fuck! Oh God..ohhhh!" He lets out a loud moan and almost drops his phone.

You open your eyes to see the bathroom floor covered in his white cum. You laugh and pull up your panties.

"Wow Taeil..you made a mess!" You exclaim.

He flips the camera to his face and winks at you. "This isn’t over Y/N..I’m coming to pick you up now." He explains.

"But Taeil..I’m really busy-" You begin but he cuts you off.

"Y/N You work so hard everyday! Just let me come get you early for once." He insists, running a hand through his hair.

You can’t argue with him at all, especially the way he’s looking at you with those sexy, hooded eyes...

"Okay..you talked me into it!" You laugh and shyly turn away.

He chuckles and admires your cuteness through the screen.

"Just be ready Y/N...because there’ll be no mercy tonight!" He smirks, before hanging up.

You feel your face flush pink. You love this confident and horny side of Taeil, it rarely comes out but when it does...it’s always a crazy good time.

Taeil picks you up at the front of the building and you excitedly hop in his car.

He grins and pulls you into a heated kiss.

"Y/N..mmff..God-I missed you.." He mumbles between your lips, licking the corner of your mouth and sucking on your bottom lip.

You groan and grip his shirt in your hands, pulling him closer.

He chuckles as you rub your chest against his and runs a hand through your hair.

"Mmm.." He gives you one last kiss before pulling away. "Let’s get home!" He grins and pulls into the flowing city traffic.

Along the way to his house, you and Taeil get handsy in the car.

He reaches under your skirt and puts pressure on your soaking core while you massage his buldge.

"Y/N..." He bucks his hips against your hand, wanting more friction.

You smirk and rub him harder. "You like that?" You ask, slyly.

He nods and pushes your panties aside, placing his fingers inside you.

"Taeil.." You moan and close your eyes, loving the feel of his warm hands and slim fingers.

"God I just wanna fuck you right now!" Taeil growls and takes your hand, sliding them down his underwear.

He guides you in how to touch him. "Yes..grip me like that...harder!" He moans and bites his lip.

Before you know it, he’s pulling into the driveway.

At his house...

You and Taeil stumble through the door, kicking off your shoes while heavily making out.

He reaches under your shirt and gropes your breasts as you lead him up the stairs.

You rip off his shirt and run your hands over his golden shoulders.

"Y/N..get on the bed." He commands, watching as you lay down on his neatly made mattress.

"So sexy..." He growls, pulling down your skirt and soaked, lace panties.

You help him out by taking off your top and bra.

He spreads your legs and places wet kisses along your groin and down to your heat.

After licking up and down your folds he takes off his pants and underwear.

You gasp at his size, which looks way bigger than on camera.

He notices your stare and smirks. "Like what you see?"

"Fuck Taeil! I want you inside of me.." You whine.

Taeil climbs on top of you and places kisses along your jawline.

"Okay Y/N..I’ll pump my thick cock in and out of your little cunt but you call me daddy tonight!" He growls, biting and sucking on your neck.

"Ohhh daddy!" You moan and dig your nails into his back.

"Don’t worry baby..I’m gonna fuck you so hard!" He says, kissing your lips and grinding his shaft against you.

You whimper when he pinches your clit and rubs you hard. "Daddy-uhhh!"

“That's right Y/N...just like that.” He rumbles, looking at you darkly while pumping his fingers into you.

You grip the bedsheets and arch your back. “Ohh daddy..faster..please!” You moan, feeling that familiar knot forming in your stomach.

He chuckles and kisses your parted mouth. “Don’t cum until I shove my cock inside you..okay?” He says, taking his fingers out.

You nod your head and bite your lip.

“Y/N..” He chuckles and kisses your plump lips. "You ready?" He asks, positioning himself between your legs and teasing you with the tip of his dick.

"Yes! Fuck- ohhhh.." Your eyes roll back as his length fills you up.

Taeil smirks darkly at your neediness but deep down, he’s just as needy.

"Uhhh Y/N!" He groans, beginning to move his dick in and out, ever so slowly, concentrating on the feeling of your walls around him.

You moan loudly and arch your back, clenching around him.

"That’s right baby..take me in." He moans, moving a little faster and leaning down to kiss your chest.

His lips graze between the valley between your breasts and then his tongue makes it’s way to your left nipple.

He sucks and licks on your bud, drawing out the sexiest sounds from your lips.

Then his thrusting suddenly quickens and you cry out. "Daddy! Uhhh-"

His neediness gets the best of him as he quickly thrusts into you.

"Y/N..Oh..Y/N-sss Oh fuck!" He grunts, grabbing your hands and placing them over your head.

His soft side coming out a little, as he likes to hold your hands whenever you guys have sex.

The bed begins to creak underneath you as his thrusts become harder and faster.

"Daddy..Ohhh-oh daddy! Harder..fuck!" You whine and grip his hands tighter, bucking your hips in time to his pumps.

"Ohh shit-I’m gonna cum!" He cries, scrunching his face.

"Me too daddy!" You moan.

"Y/N..oh Y/N...ohhhh I’m cuming! I’m cuming!" He whimpers into the crook of your neck and you feel him twitching inside you. His sweaty body sticking to your own, your chests rubbing against each other.

His pumping is becoming sloppy and his breathing hiccups.

"Ahhhh sss- AHHH!" He moans loudly as he pumps his load into you and erupts in orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh Taeil!" You scream, reaching your climax as well. Your whole body shakes in pleasure as you release around him.

He helps you milk it out, his own body shaking from the intense pleasure.

"Mmm baby.." He kisses your lips and massages your breast with his right hand.

"My sexy Y/N." He smiles, his hair dripping in sweat but he looks absolutely gorgeous.

You smile at him with hooded eyes, still coming down from your high.

He rolls off of you and grabs your hand. "That was amazing!" He grins, staring up at the ceiling.

You smile at him and shiver from the loss of his body heat.

"Let’s get under the covers." He says, crawling up the bed and under the blanket.

"Come here.." He smiles, holding his arms out for you.

"Y/N..."

You grin as he places the blankets over you and wraps his arms around your body.

"Hmm?" You hum as he rests his chin on the top of your head.

"I have something to ask you.." He says, and you turn around to face him.

"Well I’ve been thinking about this for a long time now and Y/N..I love you...more than anything in this whole world!" He kisses the tip of your nose and you giggle.

"Y/N..I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You make me so happy and I honestly can’t imagine m life without you in it. So Y/N..will you marry me?" He asks, reaching to his night stand and pulling out a huge diamond ring.

He holds it infront of you and you place your hand over your mouth in awe.

"Taeil..!" You feel your eyes sting with tears.

"So is it a yes baby?" He asks, giggling at your reaction.

You nod, unable to speak, afraid the rivers would start pouring from your eyes.

He takes your hand and slides the gorgeous ring on your finger. It sparkles in the dim light of the moon that’s shining through the window.

"Taeil..I love you!" You whisper, looking into his eyes.

"I know princess." He smiles and kisses your forehead.

"Now..you ready for round two? After some dinner of course!" He exclaims, grabbing his phone.

You giggle. "Yeah I’m so hungry!"

"What should we order?" He asks, scrolling for places to get food from.

"Jajangmyeong!" You exclaim.

"Ooo that sounds good right now!" Taeil agrees and orders two bowls for delivery with Korean sweet and sour pork.

You climb out of bed and grab a pair of pink lingerie from one of Taeil’s drawers, slipping them on and putting your long hair into a messy bun.

He grabs a new pair of Versace boxers and watches as you make your way out of the room. His dick already becoming stiff at the sight of you.

"Damn Y/N! You’re so hot!" He exclaims, chasing after you and dropping his boxers on the floor.

You guys barley make it down the stairs because he’s already ripping your thong off in seconds.

"Taeil!" You laugh as he struggles to get between your legs as you sit on the last stair step.

He’s about to start pounding into you when the doorbell rings.

"Shit!" He groans, scrambling to get up and find something to wear.

You laugh as he runs around the house looking for any piece of clothing.

He ends up grabbing a coat from the closer and throws it on.

He looks back at you, smiling cheekily, before answering the door.

You put your lingerie back on and join him after the coast is clear.

He looks at you and laughs, holding the delicious bags of food.

"Taeil you’re crazy!" You chuckle and take the bags from his hands.

"I’ll set up while you get into something comfortable." You smile and bring the food into the living room, setting it up on the coffee table and flipping through shows to watch.

Taeil comes back wearing a fluffy robe and slippers.

"Mmm this looks great!" He says, sitting down next to you.

"But not as delicious as you..." He smirks, licking his lips and looking you up and down.

"Taeil! Just eat your damn food!" You exclaim, shoving some noodles in your mouth.

He laughs and grabs is bowl, taking a huge bite.

And these were the kind of nights in store for you and Taeil. The future ahead was bright and exciting. A new chapter had begun in both of your lives and it promised many more wonderful things to come...not just orgasms. Although that was the cherry on top to the ice cream sundae of your relationship😉

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alwaysahiccupandastrid · 5 years

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(Some of) My Favourite Quotes from the How To Train Your Dragon movies

“This is Berk.”

“There’s Fishlegs, Snotlout, the Twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, and...*voice crack* Astrid. *cue heart eyes*”

"You sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw... Viking-ness... contained?! THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!" // “I’ll take my chances.”

"Well, between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't you think?"

“Excuse me, barmaid! I’m afraid you’ve brought me the wrong offspring - I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms, extra guts and glory on the side! This here? This is a talking fish bone!”

"It's not so much what you look like, it's what's inside that he can't stand."

“You need to stop all...this.” // “You just pointed to all of me.” // “Yes, that’s it! Stop being all of you.”

"Oh, the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife, or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an ENTIRE DRAGON?!"

"Oh, man! I should've gone first! 'Cause I was thinking, you know, we have a surplus of dragon-fighting Vikings, but do we have enough... Bread-making Vikings? Or small-home-repair Vikings?"

"Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it."

“Yeah, no kidding, right? Pain, love it."

“What’s the first thing you’re going to need?” // “A doctor?!?”

“Get back to bed, ya overgrown sausage!”

"Toothless? I could've sworn you had... teeth."

“Ha! It’s like the size of my- AHHHH!”

“I AM HURT, VERY MUCH HURT!”

"Everything we know about you guys is wrong."

“SON OF A HALF TROLL, RAT EATING MUNGE BUCKET!”

"Uh, you're right, you're right, you're right. I'm through with the lies. I've been making... outfits. So, you got me. It's time everyone knew. Drag me back. Go ahead. Here we go."

"OW! Why would you DO that?!"

"That's for the lies! And that's... [Drops the butt of her axe on Hiccup's groin]... for everything else!"

“Da-da-da, we’re dead!”

“And now the spinning. Thank you for nothing, you useless reptile.”

[Punches Hiccup] "That's for kidnapping me... [Kisses him on the cheek] That's for everything else."

“They’ve killed hundreds of us-!” // “And we’ve killed thousands of them!”

“You’re not a Viking. You’re not my son.”

“Three hundred years and I’m the first Viking who wouldn’t kill a dragon.” // “...First to ride one though.”

“I wouldn’t kill him because he looked as frightened as I was...I looked at him, and I saw myself.”

“So? What are you gonna do?”

“I knew it. I’m dead.”

“That’s for scaring me!” // “What, is it always going to be this way, this-?!” // *kisses him* // “I...could get used to it.”

“THAT’S MY FUTURE DAUGHTER IN LAW!!!”

"Oh, what? You want an apology? Is that why you're pouting, big baby-poo?"

"Well try this on! [hugs him, tries to wrestle with him] Oh, you feeling it yet? Huh? Picking up on all of my heartfelt remorse?"

“He's down! Oh, and it's ugly! Dragons and Vikings, enemies again! Locked in combat to the bitter--[Toothless pins Hiccup] --AAHHHhhhh..."

[After Toothless licks him] "You KNOW that doesn't wash out!"

"So, what should we name it?" [Toothless scratches his armpit] "Itchy Armpit it is."

“Son, we need to talk!-“ // “Not now, dad, I’ve got a whole day of goofing off to get started.”

“What you’re searching for isn’t out there, Hiccup - it’s in here. Maybe you just don’t see it yet.”

(Slow motion) “Oh my 😏 me likey... take me...!”

"I don't know. It's kind of hard to wrap my head around, to be frank. It's not everyday you find out your mother is some kind of... crazy, feral, vigilante dragon lady." // “Well...at least I’m not boring!”

“...he got me back. Right, bud? You couldn't save all of me, could you? You just had to make it even. So,..peg leg!”

"Never take a toy from a dragon. Don't you know anything?"

“This is why I never married - this, and one other reason.”

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.”

"That's your mother?" // “Well, now you see where I get my dramatic flair!"

“May the Valkyries welcome you and lead you through Odin's great battlefield. May they sing your name with love and fury, so that we might hear it rise from the depths of Valhalla and know that you've taken your rightful place at the table of kings. For a great man has fallen: A warrior. A chieftain. A father. A friend.

“He always said you’d become the strongest of them all - and he was right.”

“You have the heart of a Chief and the soul of a dragon”

“A Chief protects his own.”

“It wasn’t your fault, bud...they made you do it...please, you’re my best friend...my best friend.”

"Yeah! Take 'em down, babe!"

“Now do you get it? This is what it is to earn a dragons loyalty!”

“He’s challenging the Alpha!” // “To protect you!”

“See..I told you it was in here.” (Punches his suit, making his wings sprout up)

“The Chief has come home!”

"This is Berk. A bit trampled and busted and covered in ice, but it's home. It's our home. Those who attacked us, are relentless, and crazy. But those who stopped them, oh, even more so! We may be small in numbers, but we stand for something bigger than anything the world can pin against us. We are the voice of peace, and bit by bit, we will change this world. You see, we have something they don't. Oh, sure, they have armies, and they have armadas. But we... we have... OUR DRAGONS!”

“Ohhh I know you’re a demon, no human legs are that skinny!”

“That’s really just a nitwit who forgot to fire proof his butt.”

“Astrid, I had him right where I wanted him.” // “And now he’s right where I wanted him.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a stealth mission?” // “Yeah, they always start that way.”

“Mmm, gorg-e-ousss...Watch the hair!”

“Hang up those saddles and get married.” // Tuffnut: “The M word.” // Ruffnut: “Gross. Unless it’s me.”

“Marry him, please. You’re the only one with any sense around here. With you wearing the pants, there’s still hope.” “Wow, Gobber! Not awkward at all!”

“Hiccup...this is Berk, son. It’s our home.”

“Even Night Furies?” // “Especially Night Furies.” // “Those are scary!”

“Well, we could just take Gobber’s advice and tie the knot. That should fix everything! But hey, if you’re having doubts about yours truly, I’m sure Snotlout is still available.” // “He only has eyes for your mom.” // “OH, playing dirty now, huh?” // “You asked for it...looks like there might be a wedding after all...”

“Okay okay; you win! You always win!” // “You knew what you were getting into.” // “Uh-huh, right.”

“It’s more like a Bright Fury-.” // “A Light Fury!” // “...Yeah, yours is better, probably...”

“Bud, what’s gotten into you? What is all this slobbering and panting?” // “Isn’t it obvious? He’s in love!” // “Trust me, relationships are nothing but pain and misery. (*Astrid lightly hits him*) Ow... What did I just say?!”

“Show these nay sayers, of which there are many, that you are more than just a malnourished runt with bad hair, strange teeth and a twig for a neck.” // “You're-you're really bad at pep talks.”

“I'll give him a piece of my mind. And by mind, I mean fist!”

“Did you miss the part where we almost died? Have you seen my house?”

“Look, I know this is our home - my father left me to protect it. But Berk is more than this place. WE are Berk! The people, the dragons! I say Berk is wherever we go!”

“We have to fight for their freedom.”

“Furies mate for life, you see.”

“Ah don’t mind him - it’s not your fault you have the body of a Norse God. I myself have that same problem.” (Tries to flex, back cracks painfully)

“Who died and made you Chief?” (*everyone groans/Gothi hits him*)

“Can we lose the whole honking goose thing? It’s hard to imagine wedded bliss with that going off every minute.”

“I’ll go with you, for protection-.” // “(quickly) NO...(pause)...you’re far too important here.”

“Oh, now you can draw!”

“Save it for your girlfriend! Go on, get out of here!”

“About that leg...lose the limp, no ones gonna marry that.” // “I have a prosthetic leg!” // “Yeah, and I have a parasitic twin but you don’t see me limping around about it!”

“I feel like how Ruffnut feels every day: dumb.”

“Odin be spanked!”

“I try to avoid looking at her because she gives me acid reflux.”

“If they’re stuck with Ruffnut, I’m more worried about them.”

“I know what you're thinking. You've never had a prisoner this hot.”

“Oops, you let the dragons out! They’re gonna get you, no this ones gonna get you...!”

“Now that’s a king.”

“Dad? Are you gonna get us a new mom?” // “I don’t want another. Your mum was the only woman for me. She was the love of my life. But with love comes loss, son. It’s part of the deal. Sometimes it hurts, but in the end, it’s all worth it. There’s no greater gift than love.”

“Well, you’re right. You’re back to where you started. But I was the first to believe in you, and I have watched you doubt whether you’re worthy ever since. I am the person I am today because of you. I never told you that but it’s true. You’re the bravest, most stubborn, determined knucklehead I know. Toothless didn’t give you that, Hiccup. He just made it...” // “Easier.”

“So what are you gonna do about it?” // “Probably something stupid.” // “That’s the Hiccup I know.”

“You’re right, bud. It’s time. I was so busy fighting for a world that I wanted, I didn’t think about what you needed. You’ve looked after us for long enough. Time to look after yourselves.”

“Oh, Stormfly...my good girl.”

“So long...you big ugly beast. I’ll miss you.”

“Go on, bud. Lead them to the Hidden World. You’ll be safe there. Safer than you could ever be with me. It’s okay. I love you too. And I want you to be free. Our world doesn’t deserve you. Yet.”

“Go, Toothless...Go.”

“There were dragons when I was a boy. Ah, there were great, grim sky dragons that nested on the clifftops like gigantic, scary birds. Little, brown, scuttly dragons that hunted down the mice and rats in well-organized packs. Preposterously huge sea dragons that were twenty times as big as the big blue whale. Some say they crawled back into the sea, leaving not a bone nor a fang for men to remember them by. Others say they were nothing but folktales to begin with. I’m okay with that.”

“He’s not going to eat your father!”

“Legend says that when the ground quakes, or lava spews from the earth, it’s the dragons, letting us know they’re still here, waiting for us to figure out how to get along. Yes, the world believes the dragons are gone, if they ever existed at all. But we Berkians, we know otherwise. And we’ll guard this secret until the time comes when dragons can return in peace.”

#i wish i could put the entire scripts of all three films tbh #httyd #how to train your dragon #httyd 3 #how to train your dragon 3 #httyd 2 #how to train your dragon 2 #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #hiccstrid #snotlout jorgenson #valka haddock #stoick the vast #stoick haddock #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston #quotes #fishlegs ingerman

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When Love Walks In - Chpt 11

Chpt 11 - Auston is moved out of ICU & Talks to Dr Quinn Privately

(I’d love to hear what you’re thinking of the story so far.)

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Warning: Cuss words, Long Chapter

After congratulating Auston on his great progress, Dr Wright excuses herself for the day.

Dr Quinn informs Auston and his parents that Nicole is looking after Auston’s transfer to a private room and he should expect to be moving shortly. She tells them that she will drop by Auston’s room before she leaves for the day to see how he is settling into his “new digs” as she calls them. She expects to drop by sometime around 6 pm.

Auston is happy to hear he is going to see Dr Quinn again today. He hopes he is settled into his room with enough time to spare to convince his parents, in an unsuspicious way, to leave him alone in his room. He wants to be able to chat again privately with Dr Quinn before she goes home for the night.

Nurse Nicole makes sure Auston’s transfer to the 7th floor goes smoothly. He has a private room with a view of University Avenue; but from Auston’s bed, all he can see are the windows of the other buildings across the street.

Ema and Brian talk to Nicole about the possibility of unapproved visitors sneaking in to see Auston. Nicole tells them that she will speak with security on their behalf and try to get a guard to standby at the Nurse’s Station. Brian thanks her and tells her that if the hospital can’t provide security for Auston, then he would like to hire someone privately, he just needs to know what the hospital wants.

Later, Hospital Security indicates that they will only be able to staff a guard over the next 48 hours for Auston, but if the family want someone after that period, then they needed to hire a security guard approved by the Chief of Staff. Brian agrees to get that arranged as soon as possible and in the meantime takes an opportunity to meet with the Hospital Security Team to inform them of the restrictions he wants in place on visits to see Auston. For the next 48 hour period, and until further notice, only staff and immediate family are to be allowed in Auston’s room.

Auston has had a constant eye on the clock, so by 530 pm; he’s getting concerned that the ‘time-is-a-tickin’, and he needs to get his parents moving before Dr Quinn arrives to check on him.

He writes on his whiteboard, “you guys gonna get dinner and sleep at my place tonight? Go see the girls?”

“Yeah, if you’re okay, we were planning on taking the girls out for dinner tonight and staying at your place. What do you think?” Brian asks.

“Yeah. Good idea. I’m good now”, Auston writes.

“Okay, but we’ll miss Dr Q. Do you think we need to be here for when she comes this evening?” Ema asks.

“No. Dr Q’s just coming tonight to see that I’m settled. I can handle it.” Auston assures his parents.

“Well, if you’re sure?” Ema confirms.

Auston nods and then writes, “Yup. Glad to be out of ICU but pretty tired.”

“Yeah, we’re happy you’re out as well, and we’re going to celebrate with the girls tonight and discuss plans to get them back to their lives in Scottsdale.”

“I wish I could join you to celebrate. Good idea to have one of you go back home along with the girls. I’ve been lucky to have you all here but no need for you two to both stay, now that I am on the road to recovery”, Auston encourages.

Brian reminds Auston, “Okay, we’ll think on that. Contact us if you need us tonight. Anytime. Okay? Phone us. Text us. Your phone is charged and on your side table. I know you don’t want to go on it right now but use it to keep in touch with me, your mom and sisters. Okay? Goodnight, son. Sleep well.”

Auston nods as Ema kisses him on the head, goodbye.

Auston writes, “say hi to Alex and Bre for me”, with a heart after it.

“Will do. But like I said, you can text them”, Brian reminds Auston with a pat on his shoulder. Brian smiles and waves as he walks out of the room with Ema.

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It is now 6:15 pm and Auston is getting excited about Dr Quinn’s visit. He just starts thinking about what he wants to say to her when she walks in his room.

Auston can’t help but notice how professional, chill and pretty Dr Quinn looks. It’s the end of the day, she has no visible makeup and must be tired, but she still looks radiant and so relaxed. She is smiling, and instead of holding her usual chart, she has a brown paper bag in her hand as she walks towards him to stand on his left-hand side of the bed.

Placing the bag on Auston’s sliding table, she comments, “Well look at you in your new pad, Auston! Where are your parents?” She asks, scoping the room.

Auston greets her with a big smile and small hand wave. He grabs his board and pen and writes, “Dinner out with A & B. Sleeping at Condo. I encouraged it.”

“Oh, good! I’m glad to hear it. You’re a good son, Auston.” Dr Quinn praises.

Auston smiles and writes “no biggie.”

“So do you have friends coming to visit you tonight? A room-warming?” She jokes.

“Am I allowed visitors now?” He asks.

“But honestly, I’m kinda enjoying this bubble I’ve been in lately. No desire to assoc with world when can’t breathe, talk or walk. Don’t have energy to deal with stuff right now.” He adds.

Dr Quinn takes a longer than normal look at Auston to see if he looks depressed. It is hard to tell.

“Ohhh, yes, sorry, Auston. I forgot to mention earlier today that you can have visitors now that you are out of ICU. Also, you can use your cell phone now whenever you would like since concussion symptoms are gone. So you don’t want to get in touch with friends?”

Auston writes, “No, I don’t want to face my old life till I’m my old self.”

Dr Quinn is concerned. “I see, Auston, that’s to be expected. You have a lot to get your head around; your accident, your limitations right now, your team, your fans, questions about your future, therapy, focusing on rest and healing and I’m sure just thinking of the volume of messages you have received since this all went down must be daunting. No doubt, you’re overwhelmed. Are you feeling overwhelmed, Auston?”

“Well, now I am! Thanks, Doctor Debbie Downer!”, he writes, joking back with a big smirk.

“Ha! Yeah, that was a downer. Wasn’t it? I’m so sorry, Auston. Be sure to stop me if I decide to pursue Suicide Prevention Counselling, will ya?”

“Ha! Yup!” Auston writes, still enjoying the humour of it.

Auston thinks to himself but doesn’t share, And compounding things even further is trying to deal with my feelings for you.

“I’m really sorry, Auston. Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, thinking about my patients’ challenges. I wish I could just take them all away. I can help with the medical end of it but not the other stuff. It gets a bit sad and overwhelming just thinking about what you all are going through and all the hurdles you need to jump, not just health-wise but everyday living stuff. Life can be hard enough without adding health complications. Saying the challenges out loud gets them out of my head, but that’s not fair to you, so I’m very sorry.”

Can you please forgive me, Auston?” she asks, looking him in the eye with sincerity.

“Of course!” Auston writes “No worries. I was just having some fun with you. I never really saw it from your perspective. You opened my eyes to how extra tough your job must be, I mean, emotionally speaking.”

“Oh, Auston, please don’t misunderstand me. What I go through is nothing compared to what you or any of my patients go through. I just wanted to explain why I said what I said.”

“I understand.” Auston writes and then adds a very silly smiley face emoji drawing to lighten the mood. He turns the board to face Dr Quinn.

When she sees the crazy smiley face drawing, she bursts out laughing. “Ha! Auston that’s hilarious! Can u do others?!” She quickly covers her mouth, looking around to see if she disturbed anyone by being so loud.

Auston loves her reaction. He erases his board, and with a smirk, he looks up at Dr Quinn. Then with a straight-face, he proceeds to draw and show Dr Quinn, one hilarious smiley face emoji drawing after another hilarious smiley face drawing until Dr Quinn can hardly breathe; trying so hard to stifle her laughter and not to disturb anyone.

When she sees his last drawing which is a smiley face doctor emoji, that he labels ‘Dr Q’ and which has a headband light and a stethoscope that is listening to the head of another smiley face emoji that he labels ‘Auston’, she waves her hand in surrender, trying to catch her breath.

“Auston! Oh my goodness, Auston! That is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen!” She tells him; still trying to quietly, compose herself.

“How? When? How did you get so good at…? Are you an artist or something?” She manages to spit out, absolutely floored by his drawing talent and sense of humour.

Auston writes, “Long, long, boring, boring, road trips…Have I mentioned they were long and boring?”

“Ha! So amazing! You’ve got some serious skills, Mr Matthews! If this isn’t your main talent, I can’t even begin to imagine what you can do on skates. Thank you for that Auston! I seriously have not laughed that hard in a long time. Wow! That was something special.” She says as she giggles, fixing her hair and dabbing tears from her eyes with a tissue.

Auston can’t help but beam with joy at having made Dr Quinn so deliriously happy. If he were honest, he’d have to say that was the most heartwarming moment of his life.

Auston writes, “It’s the least I can do. Glad you enjoyed them. Glad all that wasted time wasn’t wasted after all. Your response was worth every boring, doodling minute.”

Dr Quinn takes a breath and starts, “Auhhhh…Okay, so back to what we were discussing. I suppose what I was trying to say before you pulled your Picasso out on me, was that I was … Oh, my goodness! That came out very wrong.”

Auston stares at Dr Quinn with a very funny, surprised and curious face that suggests she’s just shocked the hell out of him by saying something very inappropriately funny. He knows she just slipped up but thinks it’s hilarious. He wants to tease her for it and listen to her try to explain her way out of it.

“Oh Auston, you know what I was getting at right? Picasso, as in your crazy drawings were like the artist; Picasso-ish, you know?” She pleads with him.

When he doesn’t stop making his shocked face, she continues, “You know what I was trying to say, right?”

He shakes his head no, smiles and laughs inside.

“I didn’t mean to make it rude. I’m so embarrassed Auston. Stop smiling at me like that! Stop making faces! Auston! You’re enjoying watching me squirm, aren’t you? Oh, you drive me crazy!”

You have no idea how crazy you drive me, sweetheart, is what Auston wants to tell her.

Auston could not believe how much fun he was having just lying in a hospital bed. He’s unable to speak, barely able to breathe, unable to eat, unable to go to the washroom on his own, unable to do much of anything, not sure of his future, but feels like if he could have this woman in his life, every day, he would want for absolutely nothing. He would have everything.

“Anyways, Auston, you silly weirdo, I was listing all of your possible concerns because I get why you would want to stay in your bubble. I’m so sorry you’re in this situation. But, what I can do, since I probably drove you to jump off a ledge with my flair for motivational speaking, is offer you counselling.” She tells him but is interrupted by another weird face he is making at her; this one is supposed to be a crazy person.

“Stop it! Auston!” She scolds him as he smirks.

“If you want to talk to a counsellor, we have some great ones that I can arrange for you to see here in the hospital. They can come to you. I highly recommend therapy, especially in cases like yours, it can be very helpful. Like I was telling you, there is a lot for you to process. It’s good to have someone guide you.” She informs him.

Auston pretends to have fallen asleep because of her serious talk.

“Oh Come on! Auston!” She pleads. “I’m being serious. This is serious.” She gently scolds him.

Auston writes, “Thanks but no, I’m not ready for that yet. Besides, I don’t trust anybody knowing my shit; except maybe you.” Auston knows it might be revealing a bit too much to admit that last part, but he also figures she should expect her patients to trust her, so hopefully, no bells go off for her.

“Oh, thank you for trusting me with ‘your shit’, Auston!” Dr Quinn says sarcastically and feigning upset.

She continues with a giggle, “I wish I were qualified to be entrusted with ‘your shit’ Auston, but counselling is not my area of expertise as you witnessed earlier. There are far better people than me for that job.”

“I disagree”, He writes matter-of-factly. “Not needing a Psych right now, just a friend who cares”, He adds.

Dr Quinn feels their chat is getting awkward. If she’s honest, she cares and wants to be Auston’s friend, but because she is his doctor, she won’t mix those two worlds; doing so would only bring problems. So not wanting to hurt Auston or make things more awkward between them, she chooses to change the subject by delegating a job to him instead of pointing out the necessary line that she won’t cross.

“Well, one thing I can do is suggest that you ask your parents or sisters to look after sorting out your cell phone messages and Social Media. If they can help you by responding with just a message that they are overseeing your phone and social media accounts, for the time being, that might take some of the pressure off you. If they take that load, then you may feel less overwhelmed and maybe feel more like reaching out to a good friend who can lend a supportive ear. Or, since your family already have enough on their plate, I’m sure you could give that job to your agent’s people. Just a suggestion, cause like I said, and you witnessed, I am not qualified”, Dr Quinn adds with a laugh.

Auston realizes Dr Quinn has to draw a line to keep her role as his doctor separate from anything personal, but he really wishes she could be the one. If he could confide in her, then they could develop a closer relationship while he has the chance during his stay in the hospital. He accepts that he is just going to have to sneak in chats with her until he doesn’t need her as his doctor anymore.

Auston responds, “OK. Good idea. Thanks.”

Dr Quinn just remembers that she has something for Auston. “Oh yes, on a happier note, you mentioned the other day that you are from Arizona and I just so happened to be in the gift shop this evening, and this beauty caught my eye. I figured since you moved into your new digs here, you might like this to brighten your days and remind you of home. Also, you can choose to see it as an award of sorts for your most recent accomplishment of getting yourself breathing without the ventilator. I understand you’re pretty accustomed to getting trophies for your accomplishments so…” She says, teasing him.

Auston smirks and rolls his eyes for that last comment as Dr Quinn hands Auston the paper bag for him to open.

He’s curious and surprised. She’s excited to see his reaction. As he is about to put his hand inside the bag without looking, Dr Quinn gasps, “Oh no! Wait! Let me help you!” She tries to grab the bag from him and touches his hand. She is shocked by the electric-like current that passes between her and Auston as they touch momentarily.

Pulling the bag from his hands, she tries to ignore the spark.

“I’m so sorry Auston; I wasn’t thinking; there’s a cactus in the bag and if you put your hand in you’re going to get pricked.”

She rips the bag to expose the sharp green plant. “Here it is. It’s just a little something”, she says as she places it on his bed next to him, careful to avoid touching him again.

As Auston looks at the small plant with a tiny blue ribbon attached to one of its spikes, he tries to process the rush of thoughts and emotions.

He loves how she just made his stomach flip with her touch, and that he finally mastered keeping his heart rate under control with meditative-type breathing.

He rushes to sort through his thoughts: First, she thinks of me when she is away from me. Then, she wants to make me happy by getting me a gift. Then, she remembers personal things about me like where my home is and that I get awards. Then, there is electricity in our touch, which I can’t believe she didn’t feel. Then, she is concerned about hurting me. Even if she can’t admit to being my friend right now, she just showed me that we are friends; and that’s enough right now. He thinks.

Auston is tempted to call Dr Quinn out; that her actions mean more than she is willing to admit, by asking her if she gives all her patients a gift when they move rooms or accomplish something in recovery, but thinks better of it. He knows that keeping the status-quo to just doctor and patient will allow her to remain his doctor and grant him time to develop a relationship with her; that works for him.

Auston writes, “Thanks very much, Dr Q.”

“You’re very welcome, Auston. I hope you like it.” Dr Quinn responds.

“I do, very much”, he writes as he blushes and motions for her to put it on the window ledge across the room from him. He wants to be able to see it all the time.

“Well, it’s not much, but I am just excited for you and this big step forward and wanted to cheer up your new room. You’ve gone through a lot, and you still have a ways to go.” She tells him.

“You’re a very special person, Dr Q.” He writes on his board with a smile. He figures that’s safe. She’s his doctor, and she’s nice so there, he thinks. Sue me! He reasons with himself. He would give anything to say more, but he knows there’s too much at risk.

Dr Quinn quickly changes the subject. “I hope you will have some friends over soon. That would be good for you, Auston. Also, if you won’t see a counsellor, then please start talking to someone who can help you sort things out. Give it some serious thought on who you have in your network that will be good to talk to about what you’re going through. I’ll check back with you to make sure you do that, okay?” She pauses and then adds “Consider that your homework.”

“Oh, so you’re my doctor AND now my teacher?!” Auston writes cheekily.

“Well, I am actually qualified to teach, so I suppose I could be your teacher. So yes, I am your teacher, and that is your homework, Auston Matthews. I expect you to do it or I’ll take back your trophy”, Dr Quinn teases.

“Ahhh, Professor Q! You wouldn’t!” Auston writes in jest.

“Oh, yes, I would!” She teases back.

“Well, I sure wouldn’t want you to take your gift away, so I’ll be sure to do your damn assignment”, Auston adds.

“Good to hear, Auston. Cause I will. You know I will, don’t you?” She teases again.

Auston can’t help but blush at her dominance. “Yes, I know you will, Dr Q.” Auston writes, acting dejected to make her laugh.

“Okay, well I better leave you to get some sleep”, Dr Quinn announces.

Auston quickly writes, “What are you doing tonight? Hot date?” He teases playfully trying not to make her suspicious, but honestly wants to know.

“Ha! No! But you got me thinking the other day when we talked about me needing to crawl out from under my rock. Probably shouldn’t be sharing this with my patient but it’s because of you that I even contemplated this. There is a guy who has been asking me to go out with him for a long while, but I didn’t think I had the time to date with my busy schedule. However, you got me thinking that I really live a sad life of work, work, work. I should make an effort to have a life beyond work. Career-wise, things have been a little less intense lately, so I’m going to go on a date.”

Holy Shit, No! What the hell did I do?! Auston yells to himself.

He immediately tries to calm himself down to avoid setting off the heart rate monitor again.

What do I tell her? I want to tell her not to date him but can’t. What do I do? Oh, my God! He panics to himself.

He is scared that the monitor is going to go off and reveal his feelings. He needs her to get out of the room before it does. He’s trying to contain his thoughts and the emotions they are bringing on with his meditative breathing.

Hoping to do damage control, he calmly takes his marker and writes, “No, I understand why you have little social life. I am somewhat the same during hockey season. I’d be exactly the same if I weren’t on a team. So I get it. No shame in it. You are on a different level.”

“I have a team of sorts through my work, but I don’t think it’s the same kind of comradery you have on your team. You all travel together. We all work a variety of shifts. It gets kind of lonely to be honest”, Dr Quinn reveals.

Auston doesn’t want to hear that she is lonely or unhappy, but he needs for her to wait for him to get better. He sees no way of getting her to wait without confessing his feelings, but if he does, he for sure will lose her as his doctor.

“I see. Well, I wouldn’t want you to be lonely. But I also wouldn’t want you to get hurt either. Are you sure he’s a good guy?” Auston asks hoping she will reconsider out of fear that the guy might hurt her.

“He seems to be”, Dr Quinn answers.

“Who is it? A doctor?” He questions her, but it really doesn’t matter who it is because he is jealous of anyone who takes her attention away from him. But he wants to know who it is so he can find out more about him.

“Yeah. His name is Doctor Scott Peters. He’s a plastic surgeon. Works in his own practice and I send patients to him. I met him at a seminar and see him off and on when he comes to the hospital to do surgeries”, She explains.

“Good looking?” He wants to know what she classifies as attractive.

“I think so anyway”, She responds blushing; uncomfortable that he would ask this.

“Well, be careful. You deserve the best, so don’t settle. I also wouldn’t want to see you get hurt. You’re pretty important to me”, Auston writes. He figures that letting her know that she is important to him is safe since she is, after all, his doctor. But he also hopes she might take from his comments, the subtle message, that he is in the wings so she should just wait for him. He feels he really has nothing else he can say or do at this point without risking losing her as his doctor.

“Thanks for your concern, Auston. I will be careful. You have a great night’s sleep, and I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” She tells him.

“Yeah. Thanks for stopping by and for the cactus. I really love u. Ha! I mean, IT.” He can’t help himself. He feels desperate and jealous. He makes a subconscious mistake writing “u” but refuses to erase it. Instead, he thinks that if he adds the other parts, he can play innocent but leaves her free to take it any way she wants.

Auston hopes she gets the message because there’s nothing else he can do right now.

Dr Quinn leaves Auston’s room confused by their exchanges but refuses to focus on it as doing so might add issues to working with him.

Auston begins to wallow in his frustration. He is sickened by the thought of Dr Quinn going out with another guy. He is frustrated at the timing. He immediately turns to his nightstand to get his cell phone. He needs to see what this guy is all about.

Just as Auston sees a photo of Dr Peters and begins reading about him, his heart rate monitor goes off. He is relieved that Dr Quinn is out of his room, but then he sees her walk back in.

Oh, Fuck Me! He says to himself.

“What happened Auston? I just left you.” She looks at Auston perplexed as she heads over to check the machine.

Auston seems upset and is holding his cell phone. Dr Quinn surmises that Auston has been trying to do the “homework” assignment she gave him and it has distressed him.

Before Auston can try and make up a response, Dr Quinn answers for him, “Oh, your cell phone?”

Auston just nods figuring she bailed him out again by jumping to conclusions. She really has no clue how I feel about her, which is both good and bad, he thinks.

“Auston, I suggest you don’t look at your cell phone this evening unless to contact your family. Once your family has a chance to deal with your messages, you will feel better about using it. They are the last thing you need to look at right now. Okay?”

Auston nods in agreement.

“Or is it something else that is bugging you?” She asks.

Auston shakes his head no and writes, “I’m tired too.”

“Okay then, let me tuck you in, and you get some sleep right now. Hand me that cell phone please.”

He quickly closes his phone as she takes it and puts it in the drawer of the side table. He enjoys the attention of her caring for him, adjusting the cords attached to him, getting him comfortable and tucking the covers around him. She finishes with a touch of her hand on his arm as she says, “Sleep tight, Auston.” With that touch, the current of electricity that no one acknowledges returns. Auston wants to grab her arm and pull her to him.

Instead, he closes his eyes and sighs to himself as he relishes the chills she gives him. He is gone, gone, gone for her. He doesn’t want to watch her walk away, and out of his room, so instead he just keeps his eyes closed and imagines she has sat down in the room with him as he falls asleep. By doing this, he is able to keep thoughts of Dr Peters out of his mind and drift off into slumber.

#auston matthews #auston matthews fanfiction #auston matthews imagine #fanfiction #imagine #love story #nhl #nhl imagines #toronto maple leafs #leafs imagines #leafs fanfiction #leafs

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reylo-solo · 6 years

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a secret admirer

(rated G; 3536 words)

A Reylo Valentines AU from a cute prompt left by @nite0wl29 where Ben leaves secret Valentines cards in Rey’s locker! Thanks for the prompt, beautiful! I hope you all enjoy the adorableness! Happy Valentine’s Day, reylos! ❤

Read it on AO3.

10-20-30-40.

The lock opened into her palm with one firm pull. Rey slipped it out of its place and pulled her locker door open.

She was expecting to find nothing unusual inside her locker when she opened it, because it was her locker. No one knew the combination to get inside besides her. What else should she be expecting besides the same, small magnetic calendar that was two years out of date, but which she was keeping for the cute photos of kittens? What else, besides the little Polaroid pictures of her and her friends? Or the drawing she’d done of a horse that she was still quite proud of. Or the overdue library books, which were shamefully stashed away in the back, behind her textbooks and binders.

No, she did not expect to find any surprises when she opened the door. And yet, there was one, taped to the inside of her door so that she couldn’t possibly miss it.

A card, hand-made with fine, recycled stationary, decorated with gold leaf accents. Her name was printed in beautifully flowing calligraphy on the front, the ink a beautiful navy blue colour. She gasped as she saw it, and the fact that someone had been in her locker didn’t even hit her, so struck was she by the simplistic beauty of the thing.

Carefully, she pulled off the tape which secured it to her door and, leaning into her locker a little, opened it inside.

The same flawless lettering greeted her, along with something that completely shocked her: a hand-drawn portrait of herself, done in graphite and charcoal. In the drawing her hair was pulled back into her signature triple-bun style, and particular care and attention had gone into adding each freckle that graced the bridge of her nose and her cheekbones. Her eyes were downcast; her lashes, long and dark, casting a shadow over her cheeks. It looked like she was studying something, but there was a hint of a smile there upon her penciled lips, as though she had heard something amusing a minute ago. Whoever had drawn this had watched her intently for a little while. They had to share a class with her, she thought.

The other half of the card’s interior was dedicated to a brief but lovely message, which began quite eloquently with the opening stanza of Lord Byron’s “She Walks in Beauty”:

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heavy to gaudy day denies.

- Happy (almost) Valentine’s Day from your secret admirer.

P.S. I hope you like the portrait. Though it can never compare to the real thing.

P.P.S. You should really think about a more challenging lock combination. That was far too easy.

It took Rey another few minutes before she even began to realize how much her cheeks hurt from smiling. She closed the card and clutched it to her chest. She’d never gotten a Valentine like that before! Or at least, she’d never gotten one that didn’t have a cute bear or cartoon character on it, and those certainly never had romantic poetry included with them.

“Lord Byron…” she murmured to herself.

They must be in my English class. We just covered Lord Byron’s work a few days ago…

But…who was it?

She spent the next two days trying to puzzle it out on her own. This also meant that she had paid little to no attention in her English class since receiving the mysterious Valentine. The entire time her eyes had been secretly jumping around the room, as though she could catch someone staring at her, and maybe doodling in their notebook at the same time…

She ruminated the possibility of it being any number of people, but none stood out to her. She even thought about it maybe being her best friend, much to the detriment of her own anxiety, but then she remembered that Finn can’t draw, and he certainly can’t do calligraphy like that. No, it couldn’t have been him.

It was almost maddening, trying to figure it out. She began to second-guess herself. Maybe the Lord Byron thing had been a fluke. Maybe it was someone in her history class, or math. Maybe it was janitor Bob for all she knew.

Rey was starting to feel down on her luck when she opened her locker between fourth and fifth period and something fell out, gliding down to land perfectly atop her shoes. She bent down to grab it and her heart skipped a beat.

Another Valentine! Written on the same paper! Oh, and the writing is the same…

There was no poem this time; instead she found a personalized message just for her:

Rey,

Still can’t puzzle it out, can you? That’s okay. I’m not giving you very many hints, am I? Maybe I should change that for you. I’m a male in your English class, if the Byron poem wasn’t a big enough clue. We’ve had lots of classes together over the years, but you’ve probably never noticed me before, not like I’ve noticed you.

I saw you looking for me the other day in class, though. You weren’t very sneaky about it, but I didn’t mind. You looked right at me for the longest second of my life, and I thought maybe…maybe you saw it in me, but you didn’t. It’s a good thing – I’d rather you see who I am outside of class anyway.

Speaking of, Valentine’s Day is only a week away. Think you can guess who I am by then?

- Your secret admirer

He had gifted her another portrait. This one was done faster than the other, and he’d left it looking half-finished, but she liked it like that. He’d captured her mid-laugh, with that cheesy smile of hers. He’d even gotten her dimples right. Even though his pencil had spent the briefest of time on this page, he’d created something which Rey thought was even prettier than the real thing.

“Whatcha got there?”

Rey jumped and the Valentine slipped from her hands. She bent fast to pick it up but another hand had caught it before she had a chance. Rose Tico’s eyes widened as they saw the beautiful calligraphy on the front of the card, addressing it to Rey.

“Oh, wow…what is this?” Rose inquired. She waggled her eyebrows suggestively at Rey. “You’re already getting Valentines? What am I saying…of course you are, look at you.”

“I-it’s nothing,” Rey excused, trying to grab for the card to no avail. Rose kept twisting away, keeping it just out of Rey’s grasp. “Can you give it back please?”

“Who’s it from?” Rose grinned broadly and opened it up, her eyes hungrily skimming over the message. She gasped. “A secret admirer?!”

“Shh!” Rey demanded, finally swiping the card away from Rose now that she was distracted enough. “Say it a little louder why don’t you, I don’t think everyone heard…”

“I can’t believe you have a secret admirer! That’s so exciting and romantic!” Rose squealed, in a much quieter tone. “Who do you think it is? And am I mistaken, or does that message sound like you’d already gotten one card from him?”

Rey sighed, looked at her friend, and figured she had not one hope in hell of keeping this secret any longer. Besides, she thought, she could use the help figuring out who the mystery man was. So, she dug around in her schoolbag and produced the first Valentine, allowing Rose to read it, provided she keep it close to her person so no prying eyes could look over her shoulder and see.

“Wow…this is beautiful,” Rose whispered. “That drawing is…wow…”

“I know,” Rey said, swiping the card back and stowing it safely away, along with the other one.

“Who could it be, though? He said he was in our English class…”

“Yeah, I have no clue,” Rey groaned. “I’ve been trying to figure it out since I got the first card and I’ve gotten nowhere since.”

“Hmm…well, two minds are better than one. Let’s go grab some lunch and Nancy Drew this shit, shall we?” Rose offered Rey her arm, which Rey happily took.

“Let’s.”

The two settled themselves in a secluded area of the cafeteria, safely away from prying eyes or ears. First, they had to remember all the boys in their English class, which took much longer than they thought it would. Once they’d recalled mostly everyone (there were a few relatively new kids whose names they couldn’t remember, and so they were referred to as ‘boy with really thick glasses’, ‘boy who wears the same jacket everyday’ and so on), they began to break it down individually. This too was a little tougher than they had anticipated, once they eliminated all the boys they knew to be in a relationship. They were left with about ten viable options after that, and they had to go through each one and decide if they fit the bill or not.

Rey eliminated four of them right off the bat, either because she couldn’t stomach the thought of them leaving romantic notes for her, or they truly didn’t seem the type to think romantically, let alone write in beautiful calligraphy and make lovely sketches. Then there were a couple who hadn’t said more than one word to Rey since elementary school.

Suddenly, Rose gasped and made a low ‘ohhh’ sound.

“What?” Rey demanded. “What is it?”

“What if…no, he wouldn’t…or would he…?”

“Spit it out, Rose!”

“What if it’s Ben?”

Rey went still. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise but she didn’t move or speak for a moment. Rose was monitoring her reaction with keen interest.

Ben Solo. Tall, dark, with a boyish grin, he was alluring in the most unique of ways. He had thick raven hair and deep, soulful brown eyes; his strong, broad frame was built for endurance and power. But he hadn’t always looked that good. Rey remembered a young, gangly boy, with messy black hair and a pasty complexion, whose ears stuck out a little, running around the playground during recess with his toy spaceships, playing games with his friends.

It had been that little boy who Rey had opened her crying eyes to when she had fallen off the swing and hit her head in second grade. He’d been standing over her, blocking out the sun, and offering her his hand.

“Hi, are you okay? Do you need me to get the teacher?” he’d asked, and his voice had had a minor lisp, because he was missing two of his front teeth.

Rey had sniffed and wiped away her tears, not caring if the sand and dirt smudged on her cheeks. She remembered feeling flattered as she had taken his hand and allowed him to help her up. She hadn’t wanted a teacher to come over, and so he had offered to sit with her for the remainder of recess, until her tears stopped falling. And so they had sat together by the swings and talked and laughed until the bell rang, and by that time Rey’s head had stopped hurting, and she had long ago stopped crying.

“Ben…?” Rey whispered to Rose after mulling it over for a moment. “No…no, it couldn’t be. I haven’t had a real conversation with him since…middle school, I think.”

“So? He seems like the type to pine over a girl,” Rose argued. “You know, I’m sure there’s a proper gentleman beneath that surly exterior.”

“But he has lots of friends. Some of them are girls, even.”

“Again, I ask: so? He’s single, isn’t he?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Hm, well, I’m just saying. If I had to bet on it being anyone, I’d bet on him.”

Hmm…

She didn’t receive another card until Valentine’s Day, and even then she didn’t receive it until the day was almost over and she was cut straight through with anxiety.

During that time between card two and card three, Rey had tried desperately not to convince herself that it was Ben writing them to her, but it was tougher than she anticipated. She’d continuously catch herself absentmindedly referring to her secret admirer as Ben, and then she’d proceed to mentally slap herself for doing so. She hated getting her hopes up; she’d had them crushed too many times in the past.

But she was powerless against the idea that it might be him. The thought of him bent over a desk that looked far too small in comparison, his dark locks falling over his brow and tickling the bridge of his long nose, as he penned her part of a Lord Byron poem and sketched her image just made her feel giddy for some reason. It made the cards even more flattering, and she found herself looking at them repeatedly, reading and re-reading their inscriptions.

She also had found herself watching for Ben, something she hadn’t really done before. She’d constantly be looking past someone’s shoulder, or looking over her own, trying to spot him. Every now and again she’d hear his distinct laugh or his deep, warm voice, and she’d stand up a little straighter and fix her hair.

She hated it.

It felt like he had some kind of control over her. Only he seemed capable of making her palms that clammy. She’d find herself getting annoyed at him from a distance. Who does he think he is? Walking around in his dark wash jeans, with his hair all messed up like that, smiling that goofy smile. What have you done to me, you evil, handsome snake…

One of these times, when she was viciously cursing him in her head, her eyes had actually locked with his across the school courtyard. It had just been for the briefest of moments, but in that time it felt like all the sound was sucked from the world and everything around them stopped moving. Rey’s heartbeat hammered in her ears, steady and loud. There was something there, in the space between them. Something visceral and real and tender.

Or maybe it had just been wishful thinking.

And it was that kind of doubt which had fuelled her panic on Valentine’s Day when she arrived to her locker in the morning, after having practically ran the entire way there, only to find no card inside. And it didn’t help when Rose kept asking after every period of she’d gotten it yet, and Rey kept having to answer with ‘no’.

So when she got to her locker, fully exasperated and confused, at the end of the day as everyone else was scrambling to gather their things and get the hell out of there, and found a letter taped to the outside of her locker, she nearly squealed in excitement.

This one was safely kept in an envelope (which she tore open quite quickly). There was no drawing in this one, only an urgent message:

Meet me in the theatre, right now.

She didn’t even put her books back in her locker. She took them with her as she raced past the swarm of bodies towards the theatre at the back of the school. Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears and every person who got in her way came perilously close to having their toes viciously stepped on.

This was it, she thought to herself. The mystery was finally coming to a close. She was going to find out once and for all who had been behind all those letters. She was going to see who her Valentine really was.

She braced herself when she got to the theatre doors, taking a deep breath in before pushing them open. Her nerves almost had her trembling.

She walked into a mostly-dark theatre. The only light was a silvery glow angled at the stage, where an old piano sat. Upon its bench was a person, playing its keys slowly and a little awkwardly. Rey didn’t realize she was holding her breath.

Oh my god. It’s him.

The door closed with an echoing click and the piano music abruptly stopped. Ben stood, all six-foot-two of him, nearly knocking the piano bench over in his haste. His eyes landed on hers, all the way across the theatre, and his hands rubbed themselves upon the thighs of his jeans.

There it was again – that crackling in the space between them, like a field of exhilarating static.

“Hi.”

His voice echoed, too; its deep, nervous lull drew her instantly closer. She walked down the aisle towards him, one step at a time, until she had reached the stairs up to the stage. Once there she paused, staring up at him as if she couldn’t quite believe he was really there – and a part of her certainly couldn’t believe that. But the rest of her was internally screaming because, damn it, she knew it!

“Hello.” She said, her voice strangely quiet even to her own ears.

He leaned down and offered her his hand. She appraised it for a moment, her eyes roaming over its lines and freckles, before slowly, temptingly, taking it. Their fingers wound around one another and held on lightly. She took the steps up to join him on the stage.

Suddenly their bodies were very close together. She could feel his warmth and smell his entrancing scent. Her eyes travelled up to his face, and she thought her heart was going to jump from her chest when she saw those deep brown eyes lingering on her; looking at her like they never wanted to look at anything else again.

“So? Are you surprised, or did you puzzle it out on your own?” he asked slowly.

“I…had my hopes up that it would be you,” she answered shyly.

He smiled that incredibly handsome, boyish smile, and it was just for her. She couldn’t help but giggle and smile back.

After a moment, she couldn’t help herself from asking, “Why me?”

“Why you?” His eyebrows raised in surprise. “I thought you’d know.”

She tilted her head, puzzled. “Know what?”

“Ah…do you remember back in like, second grade or whatever it was, when you fell off the swing?”

She blushed. “Yes, I do. You helped me up and wiped away my tears.”

“Yeah, and we spent the rest of that recess talking,” he smiled warmly. “I don’t remember exactly what we talked about…probably silly kid stuff. But, I do remember thinking you were pretty, and that you should never have to cry like that.”

“Even then?” she whispered.

“Even then.”

“Then why…why now?”

“Because…I suck. I spent all these years with a crush on you that I could never move on from and I…I was way too nervous around you because of it. I still am, but I just…well, it’s our senior year, so I thought it was now or never. And I realized I really, really couldn’t stand the thought of it being never.”

Rey hadn’t realized until just that moment that they had been slowly getting closer and closer together. When her chest brushed against his she couldn’t help the gentle gasp she made, or the steady pounding of her heart when he didn’t move away.

One of his fingers brushed a lock of her hair away from her face and she wondered, in that brief moment when his skin made contact with hers, if he could feel the heat he’d created upon her flesh. Did he know what he was doing to her? The undeniable nervousness in his shining eyes said yes, he knew firsthand.

“If I never got to see you like this, if I never got to be alone with you again…I think I’d go mad,” he continued, his voice a softly rasping whisper. “If I never got to kiss you…”

“Then do it,” she begged, daring to place her hands delicately upon his chest. “Kiss me, now.”

His fingers trailed along her jaw as he lowered his lips to hers, and she held his hand there, as she felt the roughness of the stubble on his cheek with her other. His lips were soft upon hers at first, and alluring. He was clearly allowing himself to enjoy every tiny moment of their kiss, and it was so romantic of him, but she couldn’t resist the insatiable pull she felt within herself. She wanted more.

Her fingers threaded themselves into his hair and pulled him closer, holding him there, securing him before her. The feeling of his hand travelling down her side and slipping around her waist almost made her moan. It felt like the world was finally giving her everything she’d ever asked for, and she felt equal-parts thrilled and stunned that it had been right in front of her this entire time.

When their embrace finally ended, they looked at each other through half-lidded eyes filled with stars.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Ben whispered.

Rey chuckled and let her head settle on his chest. His arms wrapped protectively around her and she felt as comforted as she had that day on the playground.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Ben.”

#reylo #reylovalentines2019 #happy valentines day #reylo fic #reylo fanfic #prompts #my fic #kylo x rey

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The Way You Keep Me Guessing: Coco Teacher!AU

Part 2 of my endless crying over @scribblrhob‘s Teacher!AU and part 3 of me and @im-fairly-whitty‘s collab!. This time with more school shenanigans, because I love me some shenanigans.

[Part 1: Unexpected Responsibility] [Part 2: La Directora]

Part 3: Skipping Class

“…and so if you look way back at music, even from ancient Greece and Egypt, you’ll see that particular songs have a set tempo that go with them, to help fit the sound with the emotion and…”

Héctor, halfway through drawing up a complicated diagram about the relation between tempo and songs, trails off as he glances up at the clock, then back at his class. He raises his eyebrows as he catches the glazed-over looks of nearly two dozen thirteen-year-olds, then caps his marker and sticks it in his pocket with a shrug.

“You know, this can wait for Monday. Let’s call it a day.” He nods to the door as several students let out delighted gasps. “Gather up your things and go on to lunch early.” As every student quickly began gathering their books and pencils, he added, “And remember! You need to bring in examples of adagio, moderato, and allegro next class! And López, you came in late, so be sure to leave your homework on my desk before you go.”

“Gracias, profe!” came one girl’s reply as the students started pouring out of the room with the odd “Adiós, profe! Have a good weekend!” being called as they left. Then, at last, he’s left with silence.

Héctor sucks in a breath and lets it out before he stretches out his back. There’s still one more class before the day’s over, and heaps of homework to be graded, but still. It’s Friday. Tomorrow he could sleep in as late as he wanted and try and figure out that new song he’d been playing with and give Miguel his guitar lesson and…

He freezes as he hears a shifting in the instrument closet. That was never good. Either it was some sort of animal—typically, though, those kind of pranks happened later in the year—or students up to something strictly forbidden in the school handbook. He sighs, not looking forward to the conversation he’s about to have with whoever’s in there, then puts on his best teacher face before walking up to the door. He reaches for the handle, and then he hears it: a tiny, little sneeze. One he hears nearly everyday.

Ayyyy, ave María pur. ís. ma. Don’t let it be who he thinks it is.

He opens the door quickly, and is immediately met by big brown eyes and an awkward, one-dimpled smile.

“Hola, Tío Héctor.”

Héctor stares at Miguel for a long moment, then promptly shuts the door on him. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, then opens it again. Miguel’s still there.

Ohhh, this was bad.

“Why aren’t you in class?” He tries to use a good Teacher Voice, but that’s never been his forte, so it comes out more panicked than anything.

“Well, I—”

“How did you get here without me knowing? Why are you here?!”

“You…forgot your keys!” Miguel digs in his pocket and holds up Héctor’s key ring. “I saw them before we left, and then I…forgot about them but then I remembered and I…brought them here…to give them to you?” As Héctor stares at him, he looks away before glancing up with wide brown eyes. “And I just…I really missed my tío and…” Héctor shakes his head.

“No, no no. You can’t do puppy-dog eyes at me, I perfected that.”

Miguel’s eyes widen. “So you’re the ‘him’ Abuelita’s talking about whenever she said, ‘Ayyy, you’re just like him!’”

“Don’t change the subject!” He pinches the bridge of his nose, then holds up his hands. “Okay. Okay okayokay. We’re gonna start from the beginning, chamaco, and you’re gonna tell me the truth. Okay?” He sets his hands on Miguel’s shoulders and pulls him out from the closet, sinking down to meet him eye-to-eye. “So start.”

Miguel looks away, squirming a bit. “Well, you did forget your keys. And I did forget to give them to you until recess…”

“Mm-hm.”

“And it’s not like the primaria’s far away! They’re connected! So I…I thought I’d come over and…I mean, you weren’t here when I got here and I had the keys, so I…just came in and…” Miguel plays with the little guitar charm on the keychain.

“Miguel.” For the first time in his life, Héctor actually manages to use the Teacher Voice successfully.

Miguel presses his lips together, then looks up at Héctor with wide eyes as the truth bursts out of him. “Our music class is so boring! We’re just learning what rests are and we have these dumb recorders we have to play and it’s…I hate it!” As Héctor’s eyebrows raise, he continues fervently, “But I knew you teach actual music stuff and I…I wanted to hear about that instead! And it was so, so much better!”

Héctor presses his lips together hard, then sets a hand against his forehead with a long sigh. On one hand, Miguel really did love music—he’d known that before, but this really clinched it—and he was willing to hide out in a closet to learn basic music theory. At eight years old! In any other situation, Héctor would be extremely proud.

On the other hand, his job is at stake and Miguel is about to be slapped with a truancy and explaining that to Tía Elena is something that he does not want to do.

Finally, he drags his hand down his face with a groan. “Okay. Okay. You just missed your music class?”

Miguel nods.

“Mmmokay. I’ll talk to Señora Hernandez. We’ll say you…I don’t know, panicked about being in a new school…”

“But I’ve been here for three weeks.”

“Sometimes it hits late, chamaco.” He rubs his eyes. “And if Imelda asks, I can say…”

He’s cut off by a quick knock on the door, followed by the voice that, for once, he does not want to hear. “Señor Rivera? I need to talk to you.”

Héctor bites off a yelp and, before he can think any better of it, pushes Miguel back into the closet. He hears a crash inside—oops—but shuts the door before leaning against it easily just as Imelda opens the door. He puts on his widest smile, dimples on full display.

“Hola, directora. Is it already time for performance reports?” he asks, knocking his heel against the closet door as a wordless “Stay put” to Miguel before he walks over to her. His smile fades, however, as he notices the worried look on her face. “Is…something wrong?”

She shakes her head with a puff. “I was going to call you, but I didn’t want to worry you in front of your class. I just got a call from Hernandez, and she says Miguel didn’t show up for her class.”

“Oh-h…?”

“And none of the other teachers at the primaria are having any luck finding him.” Imelda chews on her lip—her one tell that she isn’t completely cool and collected, he’d learned—then looks up at him. “It…this sort of thing isn’t uncommon with children in his situation, and usually it’s resolved without much incident but…ay, dios mio, it doesn’t make it any easier. Does he have anywhere he likes to go? Maybe when he gets overwhelmed?”

All at once, Héctor feels terrible. He’d known Miguel had grown on Imelda—he’d grown on just about everyone—but he’d never seen her so actively worried. He swallows.

“I…well, he might have headed back to the apartment?” he says slowly. “He likes to go to the roof and play his guitar whenever things get…bad.” He reaches forward and tentatively pats her shoulder. “You know what, you head back to the primaria and check in one last time, and I’ll go check home. He has to be either here or there; he’s not that much of a troublemaker.”

Imelda nods, then lets out a breath and looks up at him with a small, curious smile. “It’s…I’m impressed,” she says after a moment. “If I were you, I’d be completely panicked. How are you so calm?”

Héctor puts on a strained smile. “I’m not.” He really, really is not. “But I know the chamaco pretty well, and that helps.” He once again sets a hand on her shoulder and starts guiding her back to the door. “So like I said, I’ll go check the apartment, you go check the—”

He’s cut off by a terrific racket coming from the instrument closet—he can pick out crashing cymbals, a falling bass, three brass instruments of some sort hitting the ground, and, above all the other noises, a young boy letting out a yelp of surprise. Imelda’s head whips around, and her face goes from concerned to suspicious in less than half a second.

“What was that?”

“Ah…those band students! They never put their instruments back right—I really ought to have a talk with them.” He’s practically tripping over his feet as he backtracks to the closet, Imelda following close. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it after I—no no no!”

Before he can stop her, Imelda throws open the door. Inside, Miguel—a trombone and clarinet in his arms, shoulder propping up a bass case—looks up at her with wide eyes. He puts on his widest smile, dimple on full display.

“Hola, directora.”

Imelda stares at him silently for a full ten seconds. Then, she sucks in a breath and sets her hands on her hips.

“What are you doing here, Miguel?” she asks, voice even and cool. Miguel looks up to Héctor, smile fading. He needs help. Héctor looks over to Imelda.

“He was bringing me my keys—”

“I got really nervous and—”

Both Riveras stop at the same time. They look at each other, then back to Imelda.

“He was having a rough time with—”

“Tío Héctor left them on the table when—”

This time, Imelda holds up her hands, stopping the two of them. She sends a pointed glare at Héctor, half-shutting the door to block them from Miguel’s view.

“You threw your nephew in a closet?!” she hisses.

“Primo, actually, but my tía insis…”

“Why is he in the closet, Héctor?!”

Héctor throws his arms up in a shrug. “He hid in there! I was about to get him out when you came in and—”

“And then you lied to me about where he was.”

“I did say he could be at the apartment. It wasn’t a lie, exac—” He stumbles back as Imelda shoves a finger right in his face.

“You are so, so lucky that these schools are on the same grounds. That is the only thing saving you from being fired right now. But believe me, Rivera, we are having a talk in your off-period on Monday.” She lets out a breath, puts on a much more neutral face, then opens the door to look at Miguel. He’s managed to get the instruments back where they belong, and he wastes no time in sending Imelda the biggest puppy-dog eyes Héctor has ever seen.

“I-I’m sorry, directora. I just…I missed my Tío and…” He stops as Imelda gives him a cool smile and bends slightly to meet him eye-to-eye.

“Miguel,” she says in her calmest directora voice. “I have to deal with this—” She points to Héctor. “—almost every day. So I can tell you that what you’re trying to do now? It isn’t going to work.” Her smile drops. “I should give you detention. But…I understand that moving and going to a new school can be stressful. So, after school, you’re going to come straight to my office and we’re having a talk about why you can’t run off to hide in the instrument closet. Claro?”

“Sí, claro.”

Imelda gives a short nod, then stands up straight. She gives Héctor a withering look. “Well, believe it or not, I have other things to take care of besides your nonsense. You’re going to take Miguel back to class. Claro?”

“Sí, claro.”

She sends him one last glare for good measure, then makes her way out of the music room. Once the door shuts, Héctor collapses against the wall, covering his face.

“Ayyy, dios mio, that could have been so much worse.” He peeks between his fingers at Miguel, who gives a smile and a shrug.

“I mean…we didn’t get in too much trouble. So…things are good, right? We can…just forget this happened?”

Miguel’s smile grows hesitantly as Héctor starts to laugh. Still laughing, he shakes his head and bends down to Miguel’s level.

“Ah, Miguelito. You are so, so, soooo, sososo…”

“Lucky?”

“Grounded.”

Once Miguel’s finished talking with Imelda after school, Héctor lays down the rules of the grounding. No television, no guitar outside of his lesson and daily practice, and no record player. It’s strange, being the one disciplining instead of being disciplined, and he doesn’t really like it all that much. But he also can’t let Miguel think that putting them both at risk of being killed by Imelda and Tía Elena is something he can get away with.

Miguel, for what it’s worth, takes the grounding in stride; Héctor suspects it’s not the first time the kid’s gotten in this amount of trouble. He doesn’t complain and quietly works on his homework (as well as an essay about why skipping class was bad for Imelda, due that Monday).

Héctor, meanwhile, works on grading homework (as well as an apology for Imelda that will be slipped under her door on Monday.) It’s not terrible, grading in silence, but…no, no, it is really terrible. So he gets to his feet and starts sorting through the record collection.

“Hey, you said no record player!” Miguel immediately argues, looking up from his workbook. Héctor glances back at him.

“You’re the one who’s grounded, not me. I’ll make sure to pick stuff you hate.” He finally settles on a record and visibly relaxes once the music starts to play. Ah, much better.

“I don’t hate this, though.”

“You don’t? Ay, I’m the worst at punishments, then.” That said, he doesn’t change the record.

He flops back down on the sofa, taking up his pen and stack of ungraded homework, then pauses and glances up at Miguel. The boy’s foot is tapping against the floor as he works, marking the beat easily. Hm.

“So you really thought it was worth skipping class to hear me talk about tempo?” he asks casually.

Miguel turns and nods eagerly, a big grin on his face. “Absolutely!”

“Did you pay attention?” His eyebrows raise as Miguel nods, and he nods to the record player. “Tell me what this song’s tempo is.”

Miguel’s head tilts as he listens. “Um…moderato? That’s the one that’s not too fast or slow…” He taps his foot to the beat again. “Yeah, it’s right in the middle. It’s like the second song you played in class.”

Huh. He did listen.

Héctor sits up and lets out a breath, then sets the papers aside and reaches into his school bag to pull out the teacher’s guide to his curriculum. He looks at Miguel, then nods for him to join him on the sofa. Once he pulls himself up, Héctor opens up the book.

“You still need to go to Señora Hernandez’s class. I don’t care how much you hate her dumb recorders. Buuut…” He smiles as he gestures at the book. “I think I can give you some lessons here at home. That should make things a little easier.”

Miguel’s face lights up. “Really?”

“Sure.” Héctor puts on a serious face. “But you’re still in trouble this week, so I’m making this lesson really, really boring.”

Miguel laughs. “Okay, Tío Héctor,” he says, clearly not believing him (and, really, he shouldn’t). He nestles himself next to Héctor, looking down at the book with bright eyes.

“All right, chamaco, let’s catch you up with the rest of the class. First lesson is learning what rests are.”

“But I know what rests are!”

“I said I was gonna make this boring, didn’t I? But if you pay attention, we can get through it pretty quick and get to the fun stuff. Suena bien?”

“Sí!”

(Not pictured: Imelda spending ten minutes in her office cracking up because good lord, Miguel is just as ridiculous his Tío Héctor.)

[Part 4: An Unexpected Visit] [Part 5: The Roommate][Part 6: Día de Muertos (Pt. 1)] [Part 6: Día de Muertos (Pt. 2)][Part 7: A Birthday Livestream]

#coco spoilers #coco fic #Teacher AU #I LOVE THESE TWO AND I LOVE WRITING ABOUT THEIR ANTICS

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When Morning Breaks

For @junkerfox by @imaginarydragonling (imaginary_dragonling on AO3)

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Title: When Morning Breaks Pairing/Characters: Sha Gojyo & Cho Hakkai; Sha Gojyo & Genjo Sanzo Genre: Outer Space AU; Astronaut AU Rating: Teen & Up Warnings: Some foul language Optional: Playlist on Spotify

“Home Command, come in, Home Command.” Gojyo counted to three before pressing the intercom button again. The signal at mission control back on earth should have alerted someone that he wanted to talk by now. “Home Command, come in, Home Command.” Gojyo didn’t know what the signal was, but he hoped it was a big flashing red alarm. With sirens. And whistles. “Home Command, come in—“

“WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY?!”

“Ohhh, so you are alive and listening!” Gojyo couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face at the rage in his flight director’s voice. Genjo Sanzo sounded like he was several notches above his usual eight on the irritability scale.

Excellent.

“I was beginning to think that you were all dead…” Gojyo said. “And I’d come home to the zombie apocalypse and have to shoot you all to survive.”

“If you were here, I’d put a bullet through your brain.”

“Whew, woke up on the wrong side of bed did we? Or haven’t you had your morning cigarette yet, eh Sanzo?”

“That’s Genjo to you, Sha. And none of your goddamned business!”

“Yes sir, Genjo Sanzo-sama.” Gojyo raised his hand in a mock salute even though Sanzo couldn’t see him.

“You’re such a shithead, Sha. And you’re late. Where’s your status report?”

“Well, somebody didn’t pick up when I called.” Gojyo tucked his hands behind his head and kicked off from the control panel wall.

“I had other matters to attend to. I’m not your babysitter.” Gojyo smiled at the aggravation in Sanzo’s voice.

“Sorry. I forgot how busy you must be, running a whole mission control center by yourself.”

“Piss off!”

Gojyo laughed. “What’s been happening back there? You’re crankier than usual these days.”

“Never you mind.”

“Must be something big then.” Gojyo braced his hands against the wall to halt his momentum. He flipped over and kicked off again with practiced ease. “Come on. What’s been happening down there? Share the gossip will ya?”

Silence from Sanzo, and Gojyo was eyeing the intercom button again when Sanzo’s voice crackled in his ear, “Is your newslink working?”

Gojyo twisted his head to scan the panel of lights and switches that made up the control system of his spacecraft. He spotted the green light on the bulb after a moment of searching. “Yeah…”

“Read the damned news yourself.”

“Aww, come on Sanzo. Maybe I just want to hear your voice.” Flip. Kick. Float. “It gets lonely up here, ya know?”

“Disgusting. I better not be in any of your perverted fantasies.”

“Oh, would you like to know? Let’s see, there was last night when—”

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

Gojyo cackled. “C’mon Sanzo… It’s so fucking boring up here. Humour me with a story.”

“Go read a book then. Isn’t the ship library full of them?”

“They’re all so boooringggg. Nothing but audio films about human nature and the histories of war. Not even a cartoon porno among the lot of them. Whoever stocked this baby up must have been an old geezer.”

“Hmph, sounds educational. Maybe you could learn a thing or two and fill that empty head of yours.”

“Hey, my head is plenty full. I’ve got all these fantasies about you in here.”

Gojyo grinned and did two more laps between the walls of the control compartment while Sanzo ranted about kicking his ass and shooting him when he got back to earth.

Gojyo waited until he heard Sanzo drawing deep calming breaths and the tell tale drag of a cigarette before Gojyo drawled, “So, I guess that’s a ‘no’ on the story then?”

There was the shattering of a cup and the clatter of files and papers hitting the floor from Sanzo’s end of the line. Gojyo reminded himself to get something nice for housekeeping and janitorial services when he got back as he listened to Sanzo redecorate his office.

“Just give me your damned report,” Sanzo grit out after he had finally finished cussing out Gojyo.

Gojyo rated Sanzo at a nine point five and figured he had pushed him enough. “Righto, Sanzo-sama~~”

“Oh, this will be the last time we talk for awhile.”

That made Gojyo sit up. Although ‘up’ was a relative term when one was floating in zero gravity. “You going on vacation or something, Cherry-chan? I know you don’t have a girlfriend, so it can’t be that you’re getting married and going on your honeymoon…”

“Shut up. It’s none of your business.”

“I disagree. You’re leaving me for someone else and you won’t even tell me what she looks like? Does she have a big rack?”

“…”

“Is she prettier than me?”

“…”

“It’s actually a boyfriend isn’t it.”

“I SAID IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, YOU PERVERTED COCKROACH!”

“Sanzo, we’re friends, right? You know you can tell me if you got demoted—”

“If you must know,” and Gojyo could clearly visualize the vein throbbing at Sanzo’s temple, “I have to go oversee a training mission.”

“Wow wow, Mr-High-and-Mighty supervising a training mission? Don’t you have subordinates for that?”

“None that are competent, clearly.”

“What’s wrong with this guy?”

“He’s a promising candidate, but apparently can be quite the handful.”

“That’s what they said about me and look how I turned out!”

“All the more reason for me to nip this in the bud and beat some sense into him now. You’re a lost cause.”

“Oh stop. You’re making me blush. Sounds like the little monkey is about the get some training. You should hand him over to me when I get back. I could give him some tips.”

“Not a fucking chance. He’s stupid enough to believe what you say too.”

“Aww, he sounds adorable. I can’t wait to meet him.”

Gojyo thought he heard Sanzo mutter ‘over my dead body’ under his breath, and decided to switch gears to more pertinent matters.

“So, who’s your replacement going to be? Not some brown-nosing intern right? I need a professional here.”

A pause before, “You’ll see soon enough, Gojyo. I gotta go. They keep calling me about the twerp. It’s annoying. Your new flight controller will check in with you at the usual time tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

“Naww, you’re going to leave me hanging, Sanzo? After all the pictures of the moon I took for you…

“You’re letting a chick take over right? Please tell me it’s a chick, Sanzo. Sanzo? Sanzoooooo!”

Gojyo knew when to give up. Sanzo was probably long gone and Gojyo wasn’t feeling like enough of an ass today to annoy anyone else at mission control. He had had enough fun winding up Sanzo to last him a while. Gojyo blinked. He was going to miss him.

Space was boring. It was quiet, empty, cold. Gojyo worked out, ate, attended to bodily functions. He even started on an audio book, a Chinese classic. He got through about five minutes of it before he gave up and shut it off. Gojyo blasted music from the speakers and waited for sleep to claim him.

Alarms were blaring. White and then red. White and red. White. Red. She was white. The water was red. The tub was full. Red. The water was spilling over. Red. Pooling around his ankles. Red. Soaking his pants. Red. The water was cold. Shouts. Screams. The scent of copper was overpowering. He couldn’t breathe—

Gojyo’s eyes snapped open, gasping for breath. His ears were ringing, but it was just the ship’s intercom begging to be answered.

Someone was trying to reach him.

Gojyo ripped his sleeping bag open, was waylaid by the tangle of straps anchoring him to the sleeping alcove before he freed himself and kicked off the wall to shoot the ten feet or so across the main hub to get to the control compartment. His shoulder slammed into the wall as he flipped the switch to open his coms channel.

“What the everloving fuck is the emergency Sanzo?! If the ship’s not headed towards a collision course I’m gonna roast your ass!”

Silence. Though, he was sure that there was someone there because he heard their sharp intake of surprise, could almost hear the gears turning in their head at his less than courteous response. Odd, Sanzo never hesitated to give Gojyo a piece of his mind.

“My apologies.” Gojyo froze. That wasn’t Sanzo. The voice was male, but the tone and timbre of it was all wrong. Unless Sanzo has caught a head cold that made his voice higher in register, milder… sadder? “Did I wake you, Mr. Sha?”

“Err…no, no, I was awake at umm I mean it’s already six-oh-six…oh fucking hell that’s early.”

“Do you not rise at oh-five-hundred hours everyday, Mr Sha?” The way the voice said it, Gojyo didn’t know if he was supposed to be ashamed for not being up at the crack of dawn or reassure the voice that the notes he had on Gojyo’s schedule were, in fact, correct.

“Oh-five—? Oh no, fuck no. I mean, I know check in is supposed to be at six, but Sanzo never cared. Heck, he’d murder me if I called at six before he had a chance to read his paper. Much better to wait til eight when he’s got at least two cups of coffee and half a pack of cigarettes in him.”

“You check in late because you’re afraid the flight director will murder you in space? All the way from earth?”

Gojyo didn’t know if he should be insulted or amused. “Hey, the man’s a demon. If there’s something he wants, he’d move heaven and hell to get it.”

“Ah. Yes. I suppose that is rather like him. I still have to log your report though.” There’s a delicate pause. “Could you…?”

“Oh shit man, sure. Here’re my specs.”

Gojyo recited the figures and the man dutifully recorded his dictation, thanking Gojyo when they were done. He sounded young, definitely not much older than Gojyo, if at all. But he was competent. He hadn’t asked Gojyo to repeat himself, hadn’t hesitated on some of the more intricate readings, and Gojyo got the sense that he had been perfectly and thoroughly understood. Not an intern then. Gojyo wracked his brain trying to place him. Who had he known that was this calm, cool, and polite?

Too polite.

“Well, I think that is all. I will let you go and perhaps you will be able to catch up on those hours of interrupted sleep, Mr Sha.” The voice sounded contrite. Or amused?

“You gotta go huh?”

“Yes, I suppose I should withdraw.” The voice was soft, apologetic. “Good morning, Mr. Sha.”

Something stirred in Gojyo.

“Hey wait.”

“Yes?”

Gojyo let out the breath he had been holding, “You my new flight controller?”

“Yes, I suppose I am.”

“Aww, shucks,” Gojyo huffed a laugh. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you seem nice and all, but I was really hoping Sanzo would do the world a favour and get a chick on the line for me.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. We’re a bit short staffed at the moment. But if you really mind, perhaps I can ask Sanzo to—“

“Nah man, it’s fine.” Gojyo located his headset and put it on. “I was only kidding. You gotta learn to live a little. Anyway, I know this isn’t the most exciting job, and I know I’m not the easiest person to work with, but I guess, what I’m really trying to say is…nice to meet you.

“I don’t know who you pissed off to get stuck with this post, but beggars and lonely astronauts can’t be choosers and I’m just happy to meet ya.”

Silence, and Gojyo wondered if he had said too much. He had a tendency to come on strong. But then the voice said, “Thank you, Mr Sha. That’s very kind of you to say.”

“It’s Gojyo. Just call me Gojyo.”

“Alright, Gojyo-san.”

“Say, what’s your name?”

More silence. And then, “Hakkai.”

Gojyo smiled. “See ya around, Hakkai.”

The line went dead and Gojyo checked the time. Four minutes to oh-eight-hundred hours. Not that it mattered. Gojyo found that time held little meaning in space where there was no sunrise or sunset. Gojyo sighed. He let the monotone droning of the narrator from the audio book he had abandoned yesterday lull him back to sleep.

“Let’s play twenty questions.” The words slipped out before he could stop himself.

He had just finished giving Hakkai his report, and Hakkai had just wished him good morning. Hakkai always hung up after wishing him good morning. Just like he had the day before. And the day before that.

“I beg your pardon?” Hakkai sounded surprised.

Gojyo tried to play it cool. “Twenty questions? Y’know… It’s a guessing game. Or a getting to know you game.” He hadn’t meant to say that. So much for playing it cool. “Whatever. I’m bored, man.”

“Hmm, I see.” Gojyo floated with baited breath as he waited for Hakkai’s response. “How do you play it?”

Gojyo’s elbows banged against the wall. When he had finished swearing, “You’ve never heard of twenty questions?! What about I spy? Truth or dare?”

“I can’t say I’m familiar with any of those.”

“… That settles it. This isn’t just about boredom anymore. Y’need an education.”

“I do?”

“Yup. Here, I’ll start. I’m thinking of something. You have twenty questions to guess it. Go.”

“Umm, what colour is it?”

“Black.”

“Is it cold?”

“Yep.”

“Is it space?”

“Gee whiz, you’re good at this.”

“Ha ha ha, thank you, Gojyo-san.”

“Beginner’s luck. Your turn. Got something?”

“Oh. Yes, I suppose I do.”

“Boxers or briefs?”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you wear boxers or briefs?”

“How is this supposed to help you win?”

“What makes you think this isn’t winning?”

“…”

“Is your silence an invitation to find out for myself?”

“You do know that this is recorded right?”

“Sanzo’s the only one who would listen to this. He wouldn’t care.”

“How do you know?”

“You’re right. He would care. He’d be furious. I’m wearing boxers by the way. Black with little red hearts. Wanna see?”

“Gojyo-san!”

“Alright, alright. Well, boxers or briefs?”

“Umm…”

“Oh, I know! You go commando like Sanzo!”

“What?!”

“Yeah, didn’t you know? Do you want to know how I know?”

“…no, I don’t think I do.”

“Aww, I love that story. I tell it all the time at parties. Or to anyone who will listen to me really. Hmm, maybe that’s why Sanzo stopped assigning other people as my flight controller. You can tell our Great Leader I told you all about it… Hakkai? You still there?”

Gojyo somersaulted and looked at the panel. The intercom light was still on. For one long moment, Gojyo thought that maybe he had gone too far, that Hakkai had simply gotten up and walked away. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened to Gojyo.

But then—

Hakkai’s laugh rang in his ears. It was a melodic sound, delightful, genuine.

“Do you do this with all your flight controllers?”

“Only the ones I like.”

“Oh, really?”

“Oh, really!”

When they had both stopped chuckling, a comfortable silence fell between them, broken only when Hakkai, soft and serious, said, “Briefs.”

They played twenty questions everyday. Sometimes Gojyo won. Hakkai won more. Even when Gojyo tried real hard. Before he knew it, a month had passed, and winning or losing didn’t matter so much anymore.

“What do you do for fun?”

“Fun?”

“Hobbies. Y’know, things you do in your free time.”

“Oh! I cook, clean, do the laundry—”

“Hold up. Seriously? You sound like an old lady.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“N-no… Are you an old lady?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m about the same age as you.”

“How do you know how old I am?”

“It’s in your file.”

“Oh… Oh right. … What else does my file say?”

“Sha Gojyo. One hundred and eighty four centimeters, seventy-five point three kilo—”

“Skip the boring stuff, man. What does it say under the personality evaluation and comments section?”

“Lecherous. Simpleton. Pain in the ass… I don’t think I should repeat the rest.”

“… Sanzo wrote that didn’t he?”

Hakkai was easy to talk to. Gojyo found himself looking forward to their chats after they were done recording the status of Gojyo’s ship. Waking up at oh-five-hundred hours didn’t seem so abominable anymore. Gojyo almost looked forward to it.

“I’ve been thinking about your question.”

“What question?”

“About my hobbies. Something I would do for fun.”

“Oh. Did you come up with something?”

“Gardening. I think I would have liked to take up gardening.”

“What do you mean you ‘would have liked to?’ Don’t you have a garden?”

“… No, I don’t.”

“Hmm, well, something to work towards I guess.”

“Perhaps.”

“Don’t you have a hobby now? What do you do when you’re not working or sleeping?”

“I… I’ve started practicing tai chi?”

“… You’re really an old lady at heart aren’t you…”

“Ha ha ha. I suppose I am.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Don’t what?”

“Take up gardening. If that’s what you really want to do. Just do it. Give it a try. If it brings you happiness, who cares what some fucker up in the sky says.”

“I sail.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I sail. You told me your hobby, I’m telling you mine. Fair’s fair.”

“Oh, thank you. That’s a nice hobby, Gojyo-san.”

“Have you sailed before?”

“No, I can’t say I have.”

“Shit man, you haven’t lived then. Sailing… It’s an adventure. Wind in the sails and sun on your back. And my boat, oh… This baby I’m in right now might be newer and shinier, but she’s got nothin’ on my girl…”

“He.”

“…huh?”

“He’s got nothing on your girl.”

“You calling my spaceship a ‘he?’”

“Trust me. It’s a he.”

“Alright, man. It’s a he.”

Those were good days.

After two months of talking to him daily, Gojyo thought he knew the man pretty well. Gojyo could at least tell when Hakkai was being honest and when he was hiding. From what, Gojyo didn’t know. There was more to Hakkai than met the eye. Or the ear, for that matter. However, it wasn’t his place to pry. But sometimes, it made him wonder.

Especially on the bad days.

“It’s raining, isn’t it.”

“Ha ha ha. Wow, Gojyo-san. How did you know?”

“Sanzo hates the rain. He gets grumpy and closes in on himself. Becomes even more of a crab ass. You’re like him in that sense.”

“I’m a crab ass?”

“No, but you also shut everyone else out.”

“I’m sorry. That was rude of me. Whatever you’re dealing with is your business, man. I’m just… Eighteen months is a long time to be alone. It’s in the job description, and you talk to all these shrinks before you go, but you’re never quite prepared, y’know? What am I saying, of course you don’t know. I hope you never know either. It’s like prison. Not that I’m wishing that on you either, but, sometimes, I feel like I’m going crazy. Or like my mind is just going. It’s like a never ending journey. Alone. I think that’s the worse part. I think I could handle it if I wasn’t alone. Sorry. Give me a minute, I think one of the food packets got loose. Some days… I just wish I never woke up.”

Time wound on. Six weeks. Five weeks. Four weeks before he could dock at the International Space Station and shuttle back to earth. Gojyo felt his spirits lift. Hakkai must have sensed it too, because he was back to his cheerful self and seemed determined to keep things that way.

“What’s the first thing you want to do when you get back?”

“You planning a surprise party for me?”

“Hahaha. I can’t tell you if it’s a surprise.”

“Fine… I would have a smoke. Drink beer. Pick up chicks and definitely shag someone.”

“That’s quite the list.”

“Gotta have things to look forward to, y’know… Otherwise, what’s the point of living?”

<hr>

“You should come by sometime. I’ll be down by the docks. Look for the biggest whitest yacht in the bay. My sailboat will be right next to it, with the scuffed up hull and red sails.”

“Isn’t that painting yourself poorly?”

“Nah man, my boat—she’s a babe. What really matters is what’s under the hood. She’s got heart and she’s got soul. She’d never go down. Not without a fight.”

“I see.”

“You’ll come right? For a day trip at the very least. You’ve gotta experience the sea at least once. It’s warm and slow and rough and you’ll never know what you’re gonna get next.

“Not like space. One short struggle with the G-forces, then it’s over. Rest of the time you’re just floating, feeling your body rot away. Space has got nothin’ on the sea.”

“Why did you become an astronaut then?”

“I dunno, because people told me I couldn’t be. Why did you become a flight controller?”

“It’s something to pass the time.”

“Shit, man. That’s depressing.”

“Oh, is it? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“Nah, man, it’s cool. Just…you sound like you’re on your deathbed.”

“Oh. Right.”

Gojyo twitched.

“You’re not, are ya?”

“What?”

“Dying…”

The silence was deafening. Gojyo was about to ram his fist into the intercom button when Hakkai spoke, “Gojyo-san, I want you to know that—“

Alarms wailed and the warning lights around Gojyo flashed orange and red.

“FUCK!” Gojyo punched the alarm button, muting the sirens overhead even as he stared at the screens on the control panels.

“Gojyo-san! What’s going on?”

“You tell me! I— Shit! Micro asteroids. Coming in hot! They’re going to shred right through me!”

“Bank starboard! Full blast on aft thrusters.”

The window of space that had been relatively static throughout his journey spun and wobbled with disorientating speed. There was no time to think. Hakkai directed him with laser precision and Gojyo’s acted, timing burns and bursts of speed to maneuver his ship away from the asteroids that were hurtling towards him. The spaceship whined and rattled in protest.

“Push it. You need more speed.”

“I’m already pushing it to the max! Any more and I’m going to blow this baby apart.”

“Reroute power from the side thrusters to the pod blasters. You’ll get more speed that way.”

“Are you crazy?! Did you hear the part about blasting apart?!”

“Do it. Jeep can take it. Trust me.”

Sweat beaded on his forehead and the hard knot in his stomach made him want to hurl. Gojyo could feel the ship shuddering around him, the impact of asteroid bodies reverberating through the metal and the control stick he was wrestling with.

In the madness and rush of adrenaline, Hakkai’s voice in his ear was tranquil. A bell that chimed into the void, pure and true. A beacon that promised a way out of this nightmare. Gojyo trusted him.

Gojyo survived.

“How did you know?”

“The calculations on my screen indicated that—”

Gojyo shook his head. “Not that. How did you know where to get more power from. And that it wouldn’t tear the ship to pieces.”

A beat of silence, and then, “I knew. I’m the one who designed him.”

The questions came then, welling up like a spring, beating down like torrential rain. But Gojyo held back the flood and let Hakkai speak.

“It wasn’t just me. My sister was involved too. It was a joint effort.”

Gojyo could hear it then—the smile in Hakkai’s voice, the utmost fondness with which he spoke about her, the shadow that chased his every word and mention of her. It stained everything.

“You know, she wanted to call him Hakuryuu—the White Dragon. I liked Jeep better. She pouted at me for days.” Hakkai laughed.

It was the saddest sound Gojyo had ever heard.

“I owe you a beer.”

“Gojyo, I told you, it’s quite alright—“

“Hakkai, it’s the least I can do. I mean, you saved my life and shit. How about the day I get back to earth, I’ll take you out. My treat.

“Sanzo can come too if it makes you feel better. Though if he’s coming, it’ll be his treat. He’s the one with the corporate card.”

“Gojyo, thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me. But I’m afraid I will have to decline.”

“What? Why man? If you’ve got a girl, she can come too. We can all just go out as friends to celebrate you saving my sorry ass.”

“Ha ha ha.”

“C’mon… What’s holding you back? Are you sick or something?”

“…Something like that.”

“Oh shit. I mean… I’m sorry man. We don’t have to go out if you don’t feel like it. Is it…is it serious?”

“Hmm, the prognosis is quite bleek.”

“Shit. But you can get better right? You’re going for treatment or something?”

“After a fashion.”

“Fuck man, what are you doing sitting behind a desk then? I know you’re dedicated and all that, but if I were you, I’d be out there living, doing whatever—whoever—the fuck I wanted, no fucks given. I’ll take care of your baby for you. I promise to bring her—him—home safely.”

“Ahahaha, I’m sure you will. Or rather, Jeep will take care of you.”

“Hey, that works for me too. So go on. Tell Sanzo you quit. Go live your life man.”

“I wouldn’t know where to go if I left.”

“Don’t you have friends? Family? You could go visit them. Hey, go see your sis! Crash at her place. Maybe introduce us. What do ya say?”

“Ha ha ha, she’s not very good company these days I’m afraid. Quiet. Doesn’t say much.”

“Bet ya I could get her to talk.”

“Ha ha ha. You don’t know my sister. What makes you think you could do that?”

“I got you to open up didn’t I?”

“…”

“Is that a challenge? I like a challenge.”

“You would lose, Gojyo-san.”

“Such negativity! Give me one good reason why I wouldn’t succeed.”

“She’s dead.”

“Well, shit.”

<hr>

Conversation fizzled out, and Hakkai hung up soon after that. Sleep eluded Gojyo, and the next morning found Gojyo huddled by the control panels, impatient for the red numbers in the timepiece to change to the hour when Hakkai would greet him with a ‘Good morning, Gojyo’ as was their custom. Gojyo couldn’t wait.

“Hey, Hakkai. About yesterday, I—”

“Come in, Jovian Exploration and Evaluation Pod, this is the Houtou Space Research Organization. Can you hear me?”

Gojyo paused in shock. He had another week before he was due to dock at the International Space Station where Jeep would be handed off to astronauts from Tenjiku. He had assumed that Hakkai would walk him through the docking process. Or at least be with him right up until the handoff moment. He was supposed to have another week. It was too early.

“Come in, Jovian Exploration and Evaluation Pod. Is Sha Gojyo there?”

If he hadn’t already been suspended weightless, Gojyo would have collapsed as another shock hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. Because he recognized that voice.

“Jien?”

The silence seemed to stretch on forever before the voice on the other end answered, “Gojyo! So it is you! I saw your name on the log but I couldn’t be sure. It’s so good to hear from you! How’re ya doing kid?”

“I’m fine.”

“Whew, you’ve been on quite the adventure! I always knew you’d go far. You’ve gone the furthest that any man ever has! How does it feel—”

“Where’s Hakkai?”

“Uhh…Hakkai?”

“Yeah, the guy who’s been my flight controller for the past three months.”

“Umm…” The sound of papers being shuffled crackled harsh in Gojyo’s ears. “Genjo Sanzo?”

“No, not him. The other guy. The second one. The nice one.” The one who laughed when he should cry. The one who pretended that nothing was wrong when his world was falling apart. The one who smiled when his heart was breaking. Gojyo had never seen Hakkai smile. Didn’t even know what Hakkai looked like. But it didn’t matter. You couldn’t see broken hearts either.

“Hmm, the only person listed here as a flight controller is Genjo Sanzo. Are ya sure—”

“Listen, Jien. It’s not that I’m not happy to see you, or hear you, so to speak, but why are you here? Isn’t this kind of ahead of schedule? Did something happen at Keiun?”

“Oh, yes, about that… I don’t know either. This was all rather sudden. We weren’t expecting you for another week at least. But we got the call yesterday. The big bosses talked and, well, here we are.

“I guess there must have been some emergency over at your base? I got the brief this morning and dialed in as I was instructed.

“This is quite the coincidence isn’t it? I mean, I knew you were on this mission, but there are other flight controllers, and I was already assigned to our guy on the station.

“But hey! Now I get to walk you through the docking procedure, just like I taught you how to drive. Remember that? Man, you were such a punk back then. I hope you fly your ship better than you drive. Especially after the micro asteroid field you guys went through. Man, that was a close call. Your engineers did a good job with the ship. Seems like she’s quite the trooper.”

“He.”

“Sorry?”

“It’s a he… the ship…. Nevermind.”

“Uhh, ok… Oh! Did you hear about the explosion? I mean, it was months ago but…”

Gojyo tuned Jien out. He was glad to hear from him, but the incessant chatter felt jarring, wrong somehow. It was like an itch that he couldn’t scratch, and Gojyo suddenly wished for the vast emptiness of space and the silence of his thoughts.

“…the sentencing is gonna happen really soon. Someone’s gonna go to jail. I mean, it was a catastrophe.”

“Huh? Oh, right. Listen Jien, I’m gonna go. Gotta make sure stuff up here is ship shape when I hand him off to you.”

“Oh, is there anything you need help with? I can pull up the schematics—”

“No. Jeep’s fine. I just have my shit all over the place. I’m gonna start cleaning up. I’ll talk to you later, alright?”

Gojyo hung up before Jien could protest. Gojyo pushed himself towards the fore windows where he could see the Earth and the moon approaching, small blue-green and white orbs that would only grow with each passing day. He was closer to home and other human beings than he had ever been in eighteen long lonely months.

He had never felt more alone.

It was good to hear from Jien. It really was. Gojyo just found that he didn’t have much to say. So Gojyo listened to Jien describe his life in Tenjiku. Their Research Director was a genius, but he sounded like an asshole. Jien talked about the team of people he now worked with. The guy he supported was actual royalty. He talked about him a lot.

“He kind of reminds me of you.”

“Devilishly handsome and a smartass?”

Jien laughed, full throated and hearty. Gojyo’s lips quirked up in a smile.

“Ayy, I won’t deny he looks a bit like you… But no, that’s not what I meant.” Gojyo waited. “You’re both stronger than you look, but more fragile too… I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

“Hey, what happened with mom… It wasn’t your fault.”

“I could have done more.”

“You did enough. Look where we both ended up! Not bad for a couple of orphans they said would never amount to anything.”

“There was no stopping you. Not when you had your heart set on something.”

“You didn’t do so badly yourself. This Kou guy sounds like a real dream to work with…”

“Hey, Gojyo?”

“Yeah?”

“If you have some time off, you can always come visit, you know?”

“Yeah… Maybe I will.”

Docking was easy. Jien walked him through it and Gojyo piloted Jeep into place without a hitch. Just before entering the airlock tunnel, Gojyo paused at the threshold, his bag of meager belongings slung over his shoulder.

“I’ll see you back on earth, buddy.”

Gojyo patted Jeep’s hull and stepped out of the ship.

The guy who greeted Gojyo was shorter than him, with long dark red hair like fire and serious violet eyes. He nodded and floated to the side, allowing Gojyo to enter the station unimpeded.

“Thank you~~” Gojyo said as he moved past him.

The station felt enormous, alien after the familiarity of Jeep’s white walls. Music echoed down the curved corridor, the electric guitar riff a stirring anthem of defiance. Gojyo grinned.

“You Kougaiji?”

“Yes. Are you Dokugakuji’s brother, Sha Gojyo?”

“Yep, that’s me. How long you staying up here?”

“I have three more months before the next astronaut arrives. Someone from the Western Space Coalition. You’re not coming back, are you?”

“Me? Fuck no. I’ve had enough of space to last me a lifetime.”

Gojyo made his way towards the pod that would shuttle him back down to earth.

Jien talked over the com to both of them as Kougaiji helped strap Gojyo into the seat of the pod that would take him back down to earth. When Kougaiji had double checked his harness, Gojyo held out his hand.

“It was nice meeting you, Kougaiji. I know my brother likes to nag, but he’s got your back and he’s looking out you.”

Kougaiji’s eyes widened, the seriousness of his expression lifting to let something softer shine through for the first time. Gojyo smiled.

“Hey, Jien. Take care of Prince-sama here and keep him company. I guess I’ll see both of you again soon.”

Gojyo laughed as Jien spluttered into the com and he kept the grin on his face as he hurtled through the atmosphere. He was going home!

He wondered if he would find anyone waiting for him.

He was looking, for everything he couldn’t see.

He was listening, for something he will never hear.

He’s waiting, for nothing.

The cigarettes were stale. The beer tasted flat. The conversations were trivial, as were the people he chatted up.

Gojyo tried to enjoy himself. He really did. It was his party after all. Or at least, his return and the success of the mission had been used as an excuse for the employees of Keiun Space and Aeronautics Institute to let loose and drink the night away. Gojyo plastered a smile on his face, tried to listen to the chick with the ponytail who was bouncing in front of him as she told him about her six cats.

Gojyo’s eyes scanned the crowd, gaze drifting over the party goers packed in the hall. The attendees weren’t just people from mission control. Engineering, R&D, even corporate administration had been invited, and turnout was high.

A flash of gold caught his eye. Gojyo excused himself from ponytail girl and made his way through the crowd. But by the time he had pushed through the throng of people, Sanzo had disappeared. Gojyo swiped another flute of champagne from the nearest waiter and downed it in one gulp.

“Do you have a last name?”

“Umm, no. Can’t you look him up with just the name I gave you?”

“He’s not in the system of current employees. I could check the archives, but I need a full name for that.”

“Couldn’t you just look again? He works here. I spoke to him barely two weeks ago.”

“I’m sorry, Gojyo. I’ve checked twice and his name doesn’t come up anywhere. I’m sorry…”

“Hey, it’s ok… No, don’t cry. It’s my bad… I must have misheard. I can still come and pick you up at eight? Yeah? Ok… I’ll see you then. Oh, one last favour. Could you please be a dear and give me a list of everyone who worked on the JEEP project…”

No one has seen him.

No one has heard of him.

No one knows.

The list was useless. Even Google failed. He was a ghost. A memory. A dream.

Gojyo refused to believe that.

After a week of hanging around mission control, ignoring the raised eyebrows and curious stares while he tried to catch more than two seconds of Sanzo’s attention, Gojyo had had enough.

He marched into Sanzo’s office armed with newspaper, coffee, and Sanzo’s favourite brand of cigarettes one morning. Sanzo only raised an eyebrow and glowered as Gojyo slammed the offerings on his desk before kicking the door shut and locking it behind him.

“Hakkai? As in Eight Prohibitions? Never heard of him. What kind of idiot would think that’s a real name.”

“Maybe the idiot who was abandoned by his assigned flight controller.”

“Whatever. It’s clearly a pseudonym.”

“You let the guy take over for you. Surely you must know his real name.”

“If you want to know, ask him yourself.”

“And how, pray tell, am I supposed to do that when I don’t know who he is?”

“Not my problem.”

“Seriously?! Maybe I should just go up to every single person in this facility and ask them—”

“Haven’t you done that already? How’s that working out for you.”

Gojyo slumped into his chair, head cradled in his hands. He missed the way Sanzo’s eyes flicked up from scanning the newspaper spread out in front of him, deep purple gaze regarding Gojyo over wireframe glasses.

“At least…tell me that he’s ok?”

“Sorry, I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Come on, Sanzo!”

“Look, why are you so fixated on finding him? You should be enjoying your time off. Sailing around the world or whatever. Stop wasting your time.”

“I can use my time however I want. And I’m not fixated, alright? The guy saved my life.”

“He did his job.”

“Is it too much to want to know who he is, so that I can thank him in person?”

“He must really want your thanks if he went through all that trouble of making sure you knew his name.”

“Gods, can’t— Can’t you just tell me? I just want to know that he’s ok. I won’t even try to contact him. I swear on my mother’s grave.”

“…”

“Maybe, he doesn’t want to be known.”

The day was hot and the sun beat down on him without mercy. His neck and shoulders were already starting to sting. If he wasn’t careful, the skin would burn and peel.

Time for a break anyway.

Gojyo secured the last bit of rigging and reached for his bottle of water, dumping the warming liquid on his head. It was cool against his skin and the water that dripped from his recently shorn hair tickling his bare shoulders.

Gojyo turned and made his way to the shaded part of his deck. The docks were quiet, deserted. Even the gulls were silent, unwilling to waste their energy caterwauling in the stifling heat.

Movement. There was someone walking along the boards, prowling between the luxury yachts moored around him. The figure was tall, of medium build, dressed in a white collared shirt and loose dress pants, walking purposefully between the boats, turning to look at each one of them as he passed. His stride was slow, languid, and his form shimmered in the heat like a mirage.

Gojyo groaned. Another rich bastard shopping for a new toy to impress a new girlfriend or fulfill some empty romantic notion of the sea. It was odd that this one was alone, but Gojyo wasn’t keen on making small talk with anyone who was loaded enough to buy their own yacht for the sole purpose of being able to say they owned it.

The man was heading his way, and sunlight glinted off the man’s glasses as his head turned towards Gojyo. Gojyo cursed, turned his deck chair very pointedly away from the docks and the approaching stranger, and flopped down into it. Gojyo closed his eyes, pulled his bandana over his eyes and reclined, tucking his hands behind his head.

With any luck, rich bastard would get the hint and leave him alone. He really didn’t feel like talking today.

Coolness. A shadow had fallen over him, or the sun had become hidden behind a rogue cloud in the blue cloudless sky. Gojyo opened his eyes and looked up into the face hovering above him. Rich bastard had a pretty face he’d give him that.

“This boat’s not for sale. If ya want to ask about the yacht, you’re outta luck, buddy.”

Bastard smiled. Shit. He had a nice smile too.

“Hard as it may be for you to believe, I don’t want your money.” He was younger than Gojyo had first thought. He looked to be around Gojyo’s age, not yet old enough to find owning his own yacht an attractive way of flaunting his personal wealth. Rich bastard’s son then. “Look, buddy. She’s not for sale and no amount of cash is gonna convince me to take you and your friends’ drunken asses for a joyride.”

The man withdrew, but only to look up and down Gojyo’s boat, like he was thinking about how much his baby was worth so that he could offer it—and maybe some—to Gojyo to tempt him. The nerve of him.

“Hey! I told you, she’s not for sale. Why don’t you take your daddy’s credit card and go fuck off to your own piece of sunshine? You take one step onto her, you touch this boat and I will personally haul you to the police station and report you for private property infringement.”

“What if I had an invitation?”

Gojyo’s protests died in his throat. Because that voice. That voice. He knew that voice.

Gojyo sat up slowly, afraid that if he moved too fast, the image before him would waver, disappear like a illusion, and he would wake up alone to the rocking of his boat and the lonely cry of the seagulls.

“Ha… Hakkai?”

And the smile on the man’s face said it all. The corners of his eyes crinkled, and Gojyo found himself staring at startling green eyes, deep as the lonely sea and just as secretive, just as sad.

“Good morning, Gojyo.”

“I’m sorry, I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

Hakkai told him the whole story. How he and his sister had been engineers. Their experiment had gone wrong. There was an accident, a whole lab had been reduced to rubble. He had been careless, too ambitious, too proud. His sister and a thousand people had died because of him. There was an extensive investigation. Sanzo had been involved, had confronted him about it, and advocated for him at the trial. He let him work at flight control while decisions were made and judgements were deliberated. The sentencing hearing came sooner than expected.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.”

“I tried to find you. I looked for you, asked after you. No one knew who you were. Is Hakkai even your real name?”

“No, I’m sorry. It’s Cho Gonou. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Gojyo wasn’t mad. He’s not hurt that Cho Gonou didn’t trust him enough to tell him his name. Gojyo understood abandonment, the feeling when the world has been ripped away from you, when you are left with nothing but yourself, your sins and shortcomings.

Gojyo fought—still fights. It was exhausting. Cho Gonou fought too, and if he needed a respite and had chosen to hide, faceless, behind the name of Hakkai, Gojyo understood.

“So, what are you going to do now?”

The sun hung low on the horizon, warm rays hitting the red sails of Gojyo’s sailboat and bathing them in crimson.

Gonou shrugged, a simple up and down motion. Gonou was smiling, but his eyes looked towards the ocean, lost.

“You can come sailing with me. I could use an extra pair of hands.”

Red captured green. “These?” Gonou held up his hands—smooth, unblemished, beautiful. “I wouldn’t know what to do with them.”

Gojyo grinned. “I’ll walk you through it. It’s not Jeep, but she’s got the same spirit.”

“She?”

“She. Definitely she.”

“Are you sure you want me, Cho Gonou, mass murderer and wanted criminal, at the helm of your beloved boat, manning your rudder?”

“You’re right. I don’t trust Cho Gonou. This invitation is for Hakkai.”

“I think I can manage that.”

THE END

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1-100 or whichever you care to tell me... I would like to know everything though :3

Well here goes the rest of my night :3 1-100 here we go.

1. When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal, or more cereal than milk?

Answer: It honestly depends on the cereal. If it’s anything from the CheeryO’s family, I’ll eat that milk-less. If it’s Cookie Crisp, or Cinnamon Toast Crunch, I had better have some damn milk.

2. Do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a cold wintery day?

Answer: FUCK NO!! WINTER SUCKS!!

3. What random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

Answer: I just remember the page number. Despite my crap memory, I somehow manage to remember what page I was on when I’m reading.

4. How do you take your coffee/tea?

Answer: I’ll take an energy drink instead.

5. Are you self-conscious of your smile?

Answer: Admittedly yes, I don’t like giving toothy smiles whenever I or someone else takes a picture.

6. Do you keep plants?

Answer: No, plants=bees. I hate bees. I’m not allergic or anything, I’ve just been stung one too many times for me to feel comfortable around bees. Hell if anything buzzes past my ear, I reflexively flinch even if it’s just a house fly. So no plants for me.

7. Do I name my plants?

Answer: *skips*

8. What artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

Answer: I write. A lot, though I’m a little self-conscious to post a lot of it

9. Do you like singing/humming to yourself?

Answer: Oh hell yes, I’ll do this all the time. At home, in the car, at work, with my friends … I’ve said too much.

10. Do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

Answer: I answered this one already, but since you asked me to do 1-100 (and like a fool who clearly does not value what he does with what is left of his evening) I’ll answer this one again. I’ll fall asleep on my stomach or back, and somehow find myself awake on my sides.

11. What’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

Answer: Ohhh there are several, all with an interesting story behind it. Anyone reading this feel free to ask about said stories of said inside jokes. However, the two best ones I can think of at the moment are: “White-face Mexican Jesus,” and “I’m trying to send a donkey to someone for their birthday, but customs is being a bitch!”

12. What is your favorite planet?

Answer: Pluto (”Ohhh but that’s not a planet anymore” fuck off it’s a planet if I say it’s a planet. And that’s the bottom line, because Stone Cold said so!)

13. What is something that made you smile today?

Answer: Listening to Neon by Jeff and Casey Lee Williams.

14. If you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

Answer: Shit. I’m still figuring Tumblr out, so I have NO idea how to link stuff (embed or html or whatever the fuck it is) so… for a base idea, probably something like 221b Baker Street from BBC’s Sherlock.

15. Go Google a weird space fact and tell us what it is.

Answer: *skips*

16. What is your favorite pasta dish?

Answer: Just give me spaghetti and meatballs.

17. What color do you really want to dye your hair?

Answer: Purple. It’s my favorite color, but I seem to have a distinct lack of purple in my wardrobe. But if I was to dye my hair, it would have to be a real dark purple.

18. Tell something dumb/funny that has since gone down in history between you and your friends that is always brought up.

Answer: *deep breath* No.

19. Do you keep a journal? And what do you write/draw in it?

Answer: I do not keep or have ever kept a journal.

20. What is your favorite eye color?

Answer: Dark brown, kind of like my own.

21. Talk about your favorite bag. One that has been to hell and back, and that you love to pieces.

Answer: Okay, well I still use this backpack. I’ve had it since my freshman year in high school. Its right strap is worn down, because I only ever wore it over my right shoulder, and still only ever wear it over my right shoulder. There’s also a Wings of Freedom button on the right strap, despite my dislike for the Attack on Titan anime (I liked the manga better). That backpack has been through high school, survived college, and gone to every single anime convention I’ve gone to since I’ve had it.

22. Are you a morning person?

Answer: No, I’m more of a crack of noon person. But high school has ingrained it into my brain that I need to wake up at the ass crack of dawn.

23. What’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days when you have 0 obligations?

Answer: Oh so everyday I don’t have work? Okay then. I either write or play video games, I’m currently playing Mass Effect Andromeda and loving it (despite the issue with the character customization).

24. Is there someone out there that you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Answer: Yes, and they know who they are.

25. What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

Answer: My friend Neil and I once had to break into his own house because he forgot his keys, and nobody else was home. There was a ladder under the balcony of his parents bedroom, we set it up, and Neil held the thing in place while I climbed up and over the ladder and over the balcony (thank god the sliding glass door was unlocked).

26. What shoes have you had forever and wear with every single outfit?

Answer: Normally my shoes don’t last that long.

27. What’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

Answer: Ummmm… I don’t have a preference to bubble gum flavors. :3

28. Sunrise or sunset?

Answer: Sunset. Sleep is good.

29. What is something really cute one of your friends does, and is really endearing?

Answer: One of them is our designated group mom, and she cares for all of us. Love you Panda!

30. Think of it: Have you ever been truly scared?

Answer: Yes. There is a local haunted place close to where I live. It was an old rock crusher/munitions factory back in WWII, before it exploded and covered nearly all of it’s workers in acid. Since then the place has been haunted by the spirits of the workers who have died there. And then some idiots attempted to perform some ritual to summon some sort of demon … And it fucking worked. Anyways, my friend Neil and I go up there a few years ago on Halloween. In reality I allowed myself to be talked into it, but I was so freaked out the whole time we were up there, and I could have sworn I was seeing shit move just past the range of my vision. Anyways we are about to head back to his house, and we are right in front of the old rock crusher, when I become aware that Neil is not walking beside me. When I turn around, I see him passed out in front of the old structure … Then I hear this horrible voice in my ear: “Leave him, he belongs to us now.”

31. What is your opinion of socks? Do you sleep with socks? Do you confine yourself to white sock hell? Really, just talk about socks.

Answer: *skips*

32. Tell a story that happened at 3am while you were with friends.

Answer: Ummmm there are no stories like that. Even if we’re at cons, we’re asleep before midnight.

33. What’s your favorite pastry?

Answer: Cinnamon covered doughnuts. So good~

34. Tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a child.

Answer: I had/have 3. A lamb, and 2 teddy bears. I don’t remember what happened to the lamb. I know it’s in the house somewhere, I just don’t know where. But as for the teddy’s: One is a standard-size teddy bear named *drumroll* Teddy. I was adopted when I was 4 days old, and Teddy is the only thing that I have from my birth mother. The second one is larger, kinda like the size of a carnaval prize. He was given to my by my Uncle Desmond “Dezzy” Caine (I really miss Uncle Dezzy), so he’s named the Dezzy Bear. I still sleep with both and I’ll be 25 in like 9 days. Dezzy still props up my pillows.

35. Do you like stationary and pretty pens?

Answer: Meh, they’re not so bad. I have really bad handwriting so I’m kinda divided 50/50

36. Which band’s sound would suit your mood right now?

Answer: Nightwish. Oh their lead singer’s voice is beautiful~

37. Do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

Answer: Messy, definately messy. Sure it looks disorganized, but I know where everything is in the mess.

38 Talk about your pet peeves.

Answer: No, it’s too late at night for that shit.

39. What color do you wear the most?

Answer: White. Undershirts mostly. I would wear more purple, but there is a distinct lack of purple in my wardrobe, and not a lot of purple clothing in the stores I shop at (mostly Hot Topic) that fit/I would wear.

40.Think of a piece of jewelry you own. What’s it’s story? Does it have any meaning to you?

Answer: Ummmm admittedly, I have a lot of jewelry pieces. Mostly necklaces that I rarely wear. My favorite by far, is a pewter dragon with it’s body wrapped around a blue crystal. I bought it at the county fair a few years back, and it was the last one that was ever sold from that vendor, because I havent seen his stall in the past few years.

41. What is the last book you really, really remember loving?

Answer: Monster Hunter Memoirs: Grunge. It’s a new book in the Monster Hunter series by Larry Correia.

42. Do you have a favorite coffee shop?

Answer: No, I don’t like coffee ever since I made the mistake of drinking the swill on an empty stomach.

43. Who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

Answer: My friend Neil, and that was years ago when we decided to head up to a local haunted area.

44.When was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

Answer: This morning in the shower :3

45. Do you trust your instincts a lot?

Answer: Yes. Going back to when Neil and I were up at the rock crusher, and I heard that voice in my ear. Something told me: “Neil is your brother, get his ass out of there!” I grabbed him, and ran for it.

46. Tell us of the worst pun you can think of.

Answer: Is this some sort of pun-ishment? Well I guess you can call me the Pun-isher (hate myself).

47. What food do you think should be banned from the universe?

Answer: …shit I had something for this, and now I can’t remember…

48. What was your biggest fear as a kid? Is it the same today?

Answer: I was afraid of the dark as a kid (mostly due to my brother being an ass), and that fear carried through. I still have to sleep with a light on.

49. Do you like buying CDs and records? What was the last one you bought?

Answer: I haven’t bought a CD or a record since I had my first iPod. The last one I bought was Disturbed’s Indestructible album.

50. What is an odd thing you collect?

Answer: I answered this one before, but I’ll do it again. I collect and assemble Gundam models. I have 8 currently. And I have yet to finish/start the assembly on the last 3.

51. Think of a person, what song do you affiliate with them?

Answer: I think The Animal by Disturbed would suit Neil just fine.

52. What are your favorite memes of the year so far?

Answer: *skips*

53. Have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? Beetlejuice ect. What do you think of them?

Answer: Nope.

54. Who is the last person you saw with a genuine look of sadness on their face?

Answer: That would be my cousin who had to recently put her elderly golden retriever to sleep. Something like that is never easy, and I know how bad the pain of losing a pet you have had for years feels.

55. What is the most dramatic thing you have done to prove a point?

Answer: Ummm that’ll be the time when *skips*

56. What are some things you find endearing in people?

Answer: When I find something, I’ll let you know.

57. Go listen to bohemian rhapsody. did you reenact the lyrics?

Answer: Um whoever doesn’t needs to be punished to the fullest extent of the law.

58. Who is the wine mom, and who is the vodka aunt in your group of friends?

Answer: Me on both occasions.

59. What are some of your favorite myths?

Answer: Mostly the ones involving the 80′s horror movie villians.

60. Do you like poetry?

Answer: Meh.

61. What is the stupidest gift you have ever given/received?

Answer: I gave my mom trick candles to use on my brothers cake a few years ago … And they found their way on to MY cake. Does that count?

62. Do you drink juice in the morning?

Answer: Very rarely, and when I do it’s cranberry.

63. Are you fussy about your books and music? Do you keep them organized or leave them be?

Answer: I leave them be. It goes back to the question of how I like to keep my room.

64. What color is the sky where you are right now?

Answer: It’s steely grey. It’s in the transition of seasons. Winter to Spring.

65. Is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time that you’d love to hang out with?

Answer: Yeah, my friend Neil.

66. What would your ideal flower crown look like?

Answer: *skips*

67. How do gloomy days make you feel?

Answer: Yep skipping that one too. *skips*

68. What is winter like where you live?

Answer: Hoth

69. What are your favorite board games?

Answer: Risk … and I cannot think of any other ones of the top of my head.

70. Have you ever used a ouji board?

Answer: Fuck no! I am not stupid enough to do that! Especially after what happened after the rock crusher.

71. What is your favorite kind of tea?

Answer: I don’t drink tea.

72. Are you a person who needs to note down everything you need to do or else you’ll forget it?

Answer: Only when I am at work, and even then I rarely note things down.

73. What are some of your worst habits?

Answer: *skips*

74. Describe a good friend of yours without using their names or gendered pronouns.

Answer: Hmmmm… Long and lanky, unkempt and scraggly hair and beard. Quick wit, sharp tongue, but with a big heart.

75. Tell us about your pets!

Answer: I had two white Siberian Huskies. Tundra and her brother Topaz were born on the same day I was, and we had 18 great years together.

76. Is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

Answer: Nope.

77. Pink or yellow lemonade?

Answer: Why not both?

78. Are in the minion fanclub or hateclub?

Answer: I’m in the “I don’t give a fuck” club.

79. What is one of the cutest things anyone has ever done for you?

Answer: They wouldn’t want me telling that story.

80. What color are your bedroom walls? Did you chose that color? If so why?

Answer: They’re white, but if I could paint them, they’d be purple.

81. Describe on of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

Answer: *skips*

82. Are/were you good in school?

Answer: I was decent. Not good, not bad, but decent.

83.what is some of your favorite album art?

Answer: I care more about the songs rather than the artwork.

84. Are you planning on getting any tattoos?

Answer: Yes, I’m planning on getting either the enochian sigil from Supernatural, or a full back tattoo of a set of angel wings with the words: “Angels on our shoulders” above them.

85. Do you read comics?

Answer: Not really

86. Do you like concept albums?

Answer: The hell are those?

87. What are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

Answer: All the James Bond movies, Star Wars including the prequils, and the 3 original Indiana Jones movies.

88. Are there any artistic movements you enjoy?

Answer: The only one I can think of (and I’m not sure it even counts) is the Renaissance

89. Are you close with your parents?

Answer: Yes very close, although they drive me crazy at times I still love them.

90. Talk about one of your favorite cities.

Answer: *skips*

91. Where do you plan on traveling this year?

Answer: Well my group is planning on heading to Washington DC for Ota-con this year.

92. Are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese? Or do you barely sprinkle a pinch?

Answer: The cheese. Give me all the cheese!

93. What is the hairstyle you wear the most?

Answer: Short and very unkempt.

94. Who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

Answer: My girlfriend. :3

95. What are your plans for this weekend?

Answer: The same thing I do every night. Try to take over the world.

96. Do you install your computer updates quickly? or do you take forever?

Answer: Yes. :3

97. Myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and Hoggwarts house.

Answer: What the hell is the first one? But I’m an Ares, and a Gryffindor.

98. When was the last time you went hiking? And did you enjoy it?

Answer: it was years ago, and no I hate nature.

99. List some songs that resonate with your soul every time you hear them.

Answer: I have 220+ songs on my iPod that attest to that very question.

100. If you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, and one that allows you to go 5 years into the future, which would you press and why?

Answer: I’d go into the future. Past is past and that’s where it belongs. Plus when I go back to when I pressed said button, I would have an advantage over everyone else *evil smile*

#theangstygrad25 #asks #ask promp #holy shit that took forever #and that is the last time I ever do a 1-100 answer prompt again

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Wife, Singular

Part 5 to A Christmas Miracle series ~ catch up here

Negan x Number 6 (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - Number 6′s nickname for Negan

Warnings- NSFW, very sexy Negan times & language. NSFW aesthetic

Just over 2000 words

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When I woke up the next day, Negan was still fast asleep. I loved looking at the man when he was like this. Not a care in the world, a slight smile pulling at his lips, gentle, even breathing. I hated thinking of what he had to endure everyday. He deserved a better life, the life he had before the apocalypse wasn’t perfect, but it was better than this. He deserved to have his Lucille back, alive and well.

But, as we all know, that wasn’t going to happen. So I was going to try to make up for the crappy life he was handed. I would be the best wife I could be, supportive, caring and above all else, love him with all I could. And I would hope that I could be enough for him.

But first things first, to talk to the soon to be exes. I was so not looking forward to that. As much as I wanted to strut in there and just flaunt the fact that Negan chose little ol’ me, I was an adult and knew that wasn’t the way. But a girl can dream, can’t she?

While I was deep in thought, Negan was waking up, unbeknownst to me. Grabbing me from behind, he moved my hair to the side, kissing all over my neck.

“Ne! You scared me!” I giggled drawing my chin into my chest, his kisses causing tickles all over my body.

“Aww, sorry baby girl, I can’t fucking help myself, what with this super hot body. You are flaunting it doll, don’t fucking expect Daddy to resist.” His gruff deep voice in my ear, his scruff rubbing against my cheek, causing shivers all over.

I turned in his arms. “Ne, I’m worried about the others, how are they going to react to the news?” I bit my lower lip, gazing up at him.

He began to nuzzle into my hair. “Darling, everything will be fine, stop fucking worrying all the time. Let’s just enjoy a little morning fucking de-light.” His tongue caressing his bottom lip, that damn tongue.

I leaned back on the pillows. “What do you have in mind sir?” I batted my eyelashes at him, trying to be sexy and alluring, but I always felt a bit foolish.

Surprisingly, it worked, because Negan was on top of me in a second, growling and groping. “I want to do a little bit of fucking everything, but first, this.” He grabbed me by my waist, causing me to yip. He flipped himself over, placing me on top, straddling him. “Turn around baby, I want to see that fine fine ass. Mmhmm!”

“Okay?” I did as he asked, wondering where this was heading. I turned around, still straddling Negan. Looking down, I took sight of his now very erect cock. Giggling, I took a hold of it, softly stroking it. Turning my head, I asked, “Can I kiss it?”

“You most certainly can doll, but I fucking want more. But you can play with Negan jr for a bit, get him good and fucking solid. I’ll take care of Y/N jr.” Without warning, he slipped his hand under my ass, his middle and index fingers entering my waiting hole, while his index finger began pleasuring my tingling clit.

“Oh my god, Ne!” I was having trouble concentrating on Negan’s dick, his fingers, his voice, it was almost too much stimulation. I leaned down more, licking up the underside of his cock, listening to his grunts and groans, feeling his first fingers twitch inside me.

“Suck it baby girl, I need to feel your fucking hot mouth on me.”

I slowly drew his cock in, not wanting to stimulate my gag reflex. This was a different angle, and I could feel him pulsing, throbbing. I knew he was coming sooner rather than later. With my nose touching his sack,I grabbed it with my left hand, squeezing and caressing. I couldn’t keep still, so needy, so desperate, I had to have some release so I began thrusting on Negan’s fingers.

He slapped my ass, then grasped it, squeezing and clenching. Panting, he growled “I’m coming doll…Jesus fuckin’ Christ!!!”

Jerking forward, he came, stream after stream of white lava, splashing off the roof of my mouth. I swallowed it down as quick as it came. Once his movement slowed, I slid my mouth off of his softening cock, licking my way to the head, giving that one final lick and kiss.

He moved his fingers out of my cunt, grasping my clit between his fingertips.

“Negan…no…I can’t…too much!” I was on sensory overload, feeling like my skin was on fire.

“Yes, doll, yes, come baby, come for me. I need to fucking hear you scream my name.”

That’s all it took and I became undone. “Oh…ooohhh….. OHHH NEGAN!!!! NEEEEE!” I was soaring, it was if I was having an out of body experience. It was like being awoken from a deep sleep, my whole body alert, nerves on the edge. I began to descend forward, but Negan quickly snatched me, pulling me to his chest, my head lolling to the side.

“You okay, doll?” Negan whispered in my ear, causing me to shiver. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, delicately pulling me off of his body down next to him, making sure I was facing him.

“That fucking turned out different than I planned.” Negan’s gruff laughter causing more shivers in me.

I wasn’t sure I could speak “What had you planned?”

Negan smirked. “Thought we have ourselves a fucking little rodeo doll, try a bit of the reverse cowgirl.”

Reverse cowgirl? Yes, I am rather naive when it comes to sex. “What exactly is the reverse cowgirl, Negan?” I was blushing.

“You are fucking adorable doll, blushing, look at you!” He leaned into me, kissing my cheeks. “Reverse cowgirl is a perfect position for Daddy to watch your fucking fine ass bounce while we screw baby. Mmhmmhmm!”

“Oh my god, Ne!” I couldn’t stop blushing, or giggling like a child. “Ne, we need to go talk to the others.”

He sighed. “I’m going, by myself. I don’t want them giving you shit. This is my problem, my issue. I will deal with them.” He pulled me tighter to his chest.

“Can I request one thing? I know you will probably shoot me down but I have to ask. Would it be possible to let them still stay where they are, maybe give me them simple jobs?”

Negan sat up on the edge of the bed, his back to me. “Doll, I can’t do that. What the fuck kind of precedent would that set? Not going to happen.”

I sat up too, scooching me way over to sit behind him, resting the side of my face against his back. “Please Ne, there has got to be a way to let them still enjoy the benefits they now have?” I ran my hand up his back, moving over his shoulder.

“I have got to ask you baby girl, why do you care about them? They have been nothing but bitches to you, I hate how they treated you, they fucking pissed me off.” He pulled me around so I was situated next to him, he put me legs in his lap and began rubbing my calves and feet.

“I don’t get along with Amber or Tasha. And Sherry used to be much nicer to me. It’s true we are far from best friends.” I chuckled. “But I love Frankie and Tanya, they have stood by me, Ne, always standing up to others for me.”

“OK, I will tell you what. I will let them stay where they are, I will even give them some time before they have to work.” He began kissing my toes. “In the meantime, you can talk to Simon or Dwight and see what kind of work they have for them. I will hand this over to you. Don’t make me fucking regret this.”

I moved my butt closer to him, placing little kisses all over Negan’s face. “Thank you, Ne! I promise you won’t regret your decision!”

“Okay, I need to get ready, gotta shower. Join me baby?” I squealed as he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me into his chest. I pulled away, running into the bathroom.

“Catch me!” I yelled at him, underestimating how quick Negan could be.

He grabbed me again, throwing me over his shoulder. “Negaaaan!!!!” I laughed as he closed the bathroom door behind us.

After a long, very enjoyable, Negan-esque shower, we both got dressed, Negan trying his hardest to keep his hands to himself, and failing miserably. “Damn it doll! You are going to have to get fucking dressed far away from me!” I couldn’t help but snicker, loving the effect I had on him.

“I’m heading down the hall sweetheart. Get Simon if I don’t come back in an hour.”

“Maybe I should come with you, kind of diffuse things?” I placed my arms around his waist, looking up into his dark earth tone eyes.

“Nope, not happening. I do not need to have a fucking catfight, although it might be enjoyable to watch.” He grinned. “I don’t want you getting hurt, physical or otherwise. Got it doll?” He put his palm on the side of my head, holding it still, making sure I was paying attention.

“Yes, I’ve got it. I just don’t want them taking advantage of you.” I tried to look away but he wouldn’t let me.

He let out a huge laugh. “Take advantage of me?! Baby girl, I thought you knew me better than that!” He took ahold of me, pulling me impossibly close. “Nothing is going to change my mind, y/n, it’s you and me from now on out.”

Once again, he read my mind. Yes, I was worried that he would walk in there, take one look at what he was leaving behind. And yes, change his mind. I mean, why wouldn’t he? Had he honestly looked at me? Does he truly see me, the real me? I’m a broken shell of my old self. I wasn’t much of a catch before the apocalypse, and I sure ain’t much of a prize now.

“Stop it doll, just fucking stop.” He began combing his fingers through my hair. “I know you are thinking of all the reasons I shouldn’t go through with this and they all fucking have to do with how unworthy you believe you are. Those, my dear, ARE your thoughts. They are most certainly NOT mine, got it?!”

“Yes, Ne. I’ve got it.” I took in his scent, feeling his fingers in my hair, grounding me.

“I’m heading out, but we will do something fucking special when I’m through. And promise me you will not sit here worrying, fucking dwelling on what is going on with me, okay?!” He moved his hands to grasp my face.

“I promise Ne. Maybe I’ll take a walk outside.”

“Sounds like a plan sweetheart. But put on something a little less revealing.” He looked my body up and down.

I looked down and realized I was wearing a tank and shorts, no bra. “Oh yeah, I’ll do that.’ I blushed.

“Damn, girl, I love you! You are too fucking cute with your little blush!” As he picked me up, I wrapped my legs around him.

“Kiss me Ne.”

“Oh, I am fucking planning on it doll!”

And kiss me he most certainly did. It was one of those kisses that makes your toes curl, sends your mind in all different directions. But then again, most of Negan’s kisses do that to me. But this one was a bit different. Maybe because I was having a good morning. Maybe because his scruff was feeling just right. Or maybe it was because this was my last kiss with a husband I shared with 5 women.

As I said goodbye and watched him walk down the hall, listening to his signature whistle, I realized that he would be returning as my husband. Mine and mine alone. And I realized that this was going to be a big responsibility.

Could I do this? I know I love Negan with everything in me, maybe love does conquer all. I would soon find out. And I was scared.

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