#phone calls like this almost every day YAAAY

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[customer voice] could you tell me the difference between a 'Vase Arrangement' and, um, a 'Hanging Basket'?

[osleeplessflowero]

L.O.VE And Justice

a somewhat satirical bad sanses reader insert fic

Chapter One: Nice To Meet You

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Content Warning: Violence

A dark, empty void.. 

There’s no hint of light anywhere. Only the darkness that surrounds you, threatening to swallow you whole. You hear echoes of voices calling out to you, before fading into silence. 

You feel weak..cold, too. As you fall further and further.. 

Your arms are extended in front of you, as if you were reaching for someone. But no one is there.

Your vision is blurry. You’re so tired.. you can hardly move. 

A light comes into your view as your eyes slowly squeeze shut..

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP- 

Ah yes..your alarm clock ruins your dreaming yet again. You feel around a bit, your vision still blurry from tiredness, until you finally find it, lightly hitting it to make it stop beeping. Such an annoying sound..at least it does its job. 

You sit up, yawning and rubbing your eyes with your hands, getting up and going down the hall towards the kitchen to make breakfast.

“Oh, I almost forgot-” You mutter, walking back into your room, grabbing a hairclip off of your nightstand and carrying it with you back to the kitchen. There’s a gem on it shaped like a heart, or rather a SOUL, your soul to be more specific. 

This gem is your most valuable belonging, being that it is directly linked with your Soul, and if something were to happen to it you would be in grave danger. 

You walk into the kitchen, quickly making and eating breakfast, then go into the bathroom to shower and fix your hair. 

It’s time for work..yaaay.

You change into your work clothes, exiting your house and getting in your car, playing one of your favorite albums and lip synching to the lyrics of the first song you hear. You wave at a small monster child that’s smiling at you from the back seat of the car next to you. They wave back excitedly.

It’s been quite a few years since monsters returned to the surface, after their ambassador Frisk freed them. A child did all of that on their own! Quite impressive, really. 

At first a few humans were uneased by the presence of monsters, but the more they interacted, the more peaceful and casual things became. Nowadays there’s countless monster-human friendships and other relationships, and everyone gets along pretty well. 

A peaceful life in a peaceful town with kind people..well, they’re kind most of the time. 

“WATCH IT, YA HEATHEN- ANYBODY TEACH YOU HOW TO DRIVE? CAUSE THEY DID A POOR DAMN JOB!” An older man shouts from the window of a car in front of you, looking back at you.

You roll down your window a bit more and shout back. “WHY DON’T YOU TRY DRIVING AT A NORMAL PACE FOR ONCE, GEORGE-”

“DON’T YOU TALK TO ME ABOUT MY DRIVING!”

“I’LL TALK TO YOU ANY WAY I WANT TO- God every day with this- EITHER MOVE OR GO FASTER YOU OLD SNAIL-”

“SOMEONE OUGHT TO TEACH YOU SOME MANNERS, RESPECT YOUR ELDERS!”

One of these days you’re going to snap on this man and it won’t be pleasant. Unfortunately, this is an everyday occurrence.. He’d better not make you late for work. 

A few minutes pass by and you finally reach your workplace, walking inside quickly. Don’t be late, don’t be late, don’t be late!

You sprint for the elevator, thankfully making it inside with some of your coworkers. 

Made it.. 

You lean on the wall, distancing yourself from the others to let out a sigh.

The other people in the elevator chat with one another, and you simply stay to yourself scrolling on your phone, not really in the mood to talk so early. 

Same old news, same old gossip.. Not much goes on around here. It’s so boring..

You step out of the elevator after the others, making your way to your desk and sitting down, staring blankly at a monitor in front of you. 

Times like these make you remember your highschool days.. 

After you were given your gift, you were able to use your magic to help those who needed you most, stopping injuries before they happen, or fighting off some delinquents, or rescuing someone from a high platform- those were the days..every day was interesting, something new was always there to be found around the corner. You were a hero!

But as you got older the troubles around you seemed to lessen and lessen to the point where you weren’t needed to help. 

You are grateful people are safe and can handle themselves, but at the same time that leaves you with nothing to do! You wanna have opportunities to get back out there in the field, using your magic for the greater good. ..Despite how selfish that may be.

But you’re stuck in here..with a shitty, boring office job, and magic you can’t use. If only there were some conveniently timed chaos..

You stare out a window, waiting, but ultimately nothing happens. 

“Damn..no comedic timing.” You mutter to yourself, turning back to the monitor and switching tabs. 

Minutes pass incredibly slowly as you work, typing out information to send to higher-ups. The usual stuff..nothing too exciting or out of the ordinary.

This is all the day will bring..

The same thing, over and over and o- 

Windows are heard shattering nearby. 

You stand abruptly as the door to the room you’re in is completely destroyed from some kind of blast. 

No way.

No fucking way. 

This is it! Your chance! There was (delayed) comedic timing after all!

Now now, this is no time to celebrate. Now is the time to think of what to do next.

You quickly move to a safe hiding place. 

“alright, everyone!” A skeleton monster steps forward, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. His eyesockets are empty, a strange black substance staining his face. There’s a bright red target on his shirt. He seems like bad news..

“here’s how this is gonna go down. you can run, hide, whatever. but in the end, you’re still gonna die. if you decide to fight back, well.. give us a good show.” He smiles with malice as he glances around the room, sending a chill down your spine. Definitely a monster with high LV.. You need to be careful with how you approach this scenario.

“let’s just get this over with, killer.. i’m sure nightmare wants to head back soon.” Another skeleton stands in the doorway behind him, leaning against the side of it. He’s wearing a blue hoodie like the other’s, except his hood is up. You can’t really make out his face too well from your current position. He seems to have a more tired demeanor. 

“yeah yeah, i know. wait, where’s horror? he was supposed to come along for this one-” 

“you know him. he hates working with us, remember?” 

“yeah, that's true.” 

While the two of them talk, you take this opportunity to crawl into the next room over where thankfully no one else is.

“Justice, Give Me Strength!”

The hairclip on your head glows a brighter shade of yellow, its magic beginning to surround your body. You allow it to consume you, lifting you off of the ground for a moment. The magic swirls around and forms into your now updated costume, having mixes of yellow in it. A hood forms on your back. The rest of it, well..we’ll leave that up for interpretation. 

You land on the ground, hugging yourself. 

"I missed you, old friend. I wish the moment I could’ve felt you again wasn’t during a crisis.” You mumble quietly before lifting your hood up and sneaking back into the other room.

People are freaking out, running around and dodging attacks that come their way. 

“Get to safety!” You call out as people make their way outside.

“now ain’t this interesting..” The skeleton with the target over his shirt turns to you, twirling his knife around in his hand. “got ourselves a wannabe hero.” His grin stretches menacingly as he stares you down. 

“Leave this town- attacking innocent people is unforgivable and unjust.” 

“like hell are we just gonna listen to you.” 

“i’m gonna make sure horror’s okay. you got this?”

“go on ahead.” 

The hooded skeleton leaves. 

The other skeleton turns back to you, throwing a sharp bone and killing a civilian who tried to run out of their hiding spot. He didn’t even look away. He just kept what you can assume to be eye contact with you, considering there are no lights in his eyes.

A chill goes down your spine.

“if you want me to leave.. why don’tcha make me?”

He points his knife in your direction. A silent threat. 

You hold up your hand, imitating a gun with it. 

“If that’s what it takes, then so be it.” 

His grin widens as he looks at you, just waiting for you to make a move so he can attack and get this over with. 

A yellow light emerges from your index and middle fingertips in the shape of a small sphere, before it surrounds your hand. Once it does that, it takes its form into a physical object: an actual gun. 

It has little heart shaped symbols on the sides, the trigger being a bright shade of yellow to match your overall color scheme. 

You point it at him, right between his eyesockets. 

“Let’s dance, skeleton.”

He charges at you with his knife held high, and you shoot. But the moment your heart shaped projectile is about to reach him, he..disappears? 

“What-” Was all you could let out as he knocked you to the side with the handle of his knife, dealing a small blow to your HP. 

How the hell did he hit you that hard? 

You get up, pointing your gun and shooting at him again. He immediately jumps out of the way, seeming to phase in and out of existence with each shot. How is he pulling that off?

You watch from the corner of your eye as everyone makes it outside, before jumping out of the way of a knife slash. 

Figure out a solution..anything..something that could work-

That’s it!

You aim your gun again and focus, shooting and waiting for him to phase out, before shooting the knife out of his hands the moment he reappears. 

“fuck-”

You shoot at him again as he holds out his hand to summon his knife back to him, not giving him an opportunity to think. 

“you fought like this before or something? seems you’ve got experience-” He finally pulls his knife back to himself, slashing at you. You lean back to avoid his strikes, which results in the glass of the window behind you to shatter, falling onto the ground below. It’s a really long drop.. 

“Something like that. I’m used to getting rid of punks like you-” You shoot at him again. Maaaybe you should try adding some new weapons to your arsenal for scenarios like this..If that's possible-

“huh, if that’s the case.. why haven’t you already gotten rid of me, then?” 

He slashes his knife towards you, you jumping out of the way. You shoot at him again, him dodging before sending a bone your way and catching you off guard. You fall out of the space where the window was, holding onto the ledge with your free hand and holding up your gun with the other. 

He stands over you, his foot just beside your hand. 

“a shame we couldn’t fight longer. but i’ve got business to attend to, so let’s cut this short, kay?” 

You shoot at him again abruptly, hoping to catch him off guard, and he slightly shifts to the right. COME ON-

“maybe i’ll meet you in another timeline. see ya!” He grins and waves before kicking your hand off the ledge, resulting in you falling.

Gotta think of something, gotta think of something, THINK OF SOMETHING YOU’RE GONNA DI-

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Someone stands on the street below, bashing the heads of civilians in with a massive thigh bone. 

He has a grimace on his skull, a large crack visible on the left of it. His coat slightly sways in the breeze, large blood stains visible on his sweater beneath it. A bright red eyelight glows, visible at even a distance. 

“why’d i hafta get stuck killin’ these humans- of all the places i have to go. i fuckin’ hate this job." 

He swings the bone around again, killing someone else. 

“humans and their cozy lives on the surface with these other monsters who didn’t hafta go through a lick of suffering- must be NICE-” 

Another hit as he puts the thigh bone over his left shoulder, stepping over a few bodies and walking ahead. 

Civilians cower and flee at the sight of the large skeleton and the corpses below him, screaming out as they run to other locations. Too bad that won’t save ‘em..

A faint scream is heard from above. 

He raises his head, confused at just what that sound i-

BONK!

Something heavy lands on top of him, causing both him and the foreign object to tumble to the ground.

“Ah fuck- I think I might’ve broke something- ow-”

“what the fuck-"  

You sit up, looking down at the skeleton on the ground beneath you. This skeleton has a large crack in his skull. That must be painful.. He has a single, bright red eyelight that takes up most of his socket. He..doesn’t look too friendly..probably working with those other skeletons from before.

“Uh..hiya, sorry for the sudden introduction, haha-”

He immediately raises the thigh bone in his hand, you jumping off of him out of the way just in time. 

“great.. another one to deal with. and this one’s chatty.” His grimace stretches further. 

You hold out your gun, the cape of your costume flowing out behind you.

“So, you workin’ with those two dorks back there?” 

“don’t associate me with them.” He stands.

“Strike a nerve?” You shoot at him, and sure enough, he dodges in the same way “Killer” did. Do all skeleton monsters have this ability? You’d never met one personally before so all of this is pretty new to you. You hope this isn’t something you’ll have to get used to..

He charges at you, thigh bone raised. You take note of the fact that there are no bones in the ground around here..maybe he doesn’t want to use magic and relies on that thigh bone. It could be to your advantage..it’s a heavy weapon. Heaviness means slowness, right? At least, it should.

You shoot at him, jumping over some broken glass. Little yellow heart shaped projectiles going everywhere but at their intended target. 

He raises the bone and swings it at you, only barely missing. 

You move back out of instinct before tripping over some office supplies that fell out of the window from earlier, falling onto your back with a thud. 

He looms over you, his bright red eyelight burning. He swings the bone again as you crawl backwards, shooting at him with one hand and moving with the other. 

During this time, you decide to [CHECK] him. 

High LV..Only 1HP? You’d kill him with a single shot! That must be why he’s learned to be so good at dodging. One hit and he’s down for the count. 

He holds the bone up to shield himself against the bullets before slowly walking towards you, taking his time. 

You move quickly away, trying to find something.. anything to distract him long enough to get away and think of a plan so you don’t actually have to kill him. Come on..come on-

“bad aim? that’s a shame. that’ll get’cha killed.”

“Sorry, but dying isn’t really on my schedule for today.”

He raises the bone again, preparing to strike. You back up a little more and find..a stack of paper? Well, you did just fall out of an office building. It’d have to do. You tear the plastic off of the stack.

You wait until he’s looking, then throw the papers at his face, getting up and running off, hiding behind a nearby building.

“what the fuck- paper? Seriously?”

“yo horrorrrr- did you get ‘em?” Killer jumps down from above, landing right beside Horror. He scowls at the shorter skeleton, holding the thigh bone above his shoulder.

“they threw a fuckin’ paper stack at me and ran off.”

“huh?-- so that means they got away..looks like we’ve got a game of cat and mouse.” He grins, spinning his knife around.

“or, and just hear me out..we could actually do what we were sent here for and carry out the mission properly.”

“you’re no fun, dust- we’ve gotta have a little bit of spice.” 

“What the fuck is taking you all so long? I expected you to be done by now.” 

You peek from your hiding spot, looking over the new skeleton in the area. 

He’s tall, (though to be fair, all of them are taller than you.) A black and green inky sort of substance covering his bones. He appears to be melting in a way, though the substance never seems to fall off of him.. There are tentacles emerging from his back, wriggling around in different directions. From his body language you can assume he’s a bit annoyed right now. 

“oh- heeeey, boss- we were just working actually-” Killer points fingerguns at him. 

“It seems to me like you’re doing a whole lot of NOTHING.” 

“would be doing something if that stupid human would quit screwin’ around.”

“A human is what you’re having problems with? Haven’t you killed several versions of that child? Why is this scenario any different?”

“they have a justice soul, boss. which means they have a gun, and dodging is a biiit of a pain in the ass.” 

‘Boss’ lets out a hum of acknowledgement. “Whatever, let’s just get out of here. We’ve spread enough panic through the area and standing around is wasting time. It oozed with positivity before..he’s been here.”

“you got it!” Killer gives him a thumbs up. Dust simply averts his eyes, Horror glares at the ground. 

“This would’ve been easier if you actually worked as a team, you know.”

“like hell am i working with THEM.”

“rude!”

“well, i don’t blame him for not liking us.”

“He- e- e- ey- Are you- ou idiots done in here? I’ve got business to ta-ake care o-of in this universe and I doubt you want to be in here when it ha-a-appens.”  [Hey, are you idiots done in here? I've got business to take care of in this universe and I doubt you want to be in here when it happens.]

A more colorful skeleton appears from a white, pixelated portal. What’s up with all of them showing up? How many are there?!

His voice has a sort of glitchy effect, causing his words to slightly distort. His bones are black, his face having dark blue marks over it. His eyesockets are red, eyelights being yellow and blue. His teeth are also yellow. You can’t really see his body from where you’re standing, plus the fact that it’s mostly obscured by the portal, but you can see that he’s wearing a dark blue scarf over what looks like a suit jacket of some kind that’s over a red sweater. 

“Yeah yeah, we’re leaving. Wasn’t much to find in this universe anyway. What’s important is that his influence is gone..”

“Then hurry u-u-up and get out-t-t, Nightmare. I’ve got shit to do.” He shoos them away with his hands. ‘Nightmare’ opens up a portal, shoving the other three inside. 

You start to lower your weapon, but accidentally pull the trigger, sending a projectile right towards him.

He just stops, holding out his hand and..catching the bullet between his fingers. He turns to you, bright green eyelight focused. It looks as if he’s staring right through your soul, sending a chill down your spine. 

And then..he crushes it, letting the bright yellow pieces hit the ground before entering the portal himself. 

You stare forwards in shock, closing your mouth since it was wide open. He just- broke it- just like that- without even giving it another THOUGHT- 

Well..no time to worry about them right now, they’re gone and that’s what matters. It’s time to clean up the damages and find any injured.. 

What did that one skeleton mean about “business to take care of”?...

“Please- someone get me out from here-” 

You immediately run towards the civilian shouting for help. You’ll dwell on all that later. Something tells you this won’t be the last you see of them..you need to make sure they won’t kill anybody else. 

The rest of your afternoon is dedicated to helping those who need it and making sure that damages are repaired safely. As soon as you get home, you de-transform and walk into your room, collapsing face first onto your bed and removing your hairclip. You trace your hand over the heart shape, staring at it.

What a day… You hope that tomorrow won’t be as exhausting. 

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WILDEST FANTASIES (part 10)

⚫️A/N: yaaay its WF day! i hope you guys are not sick of the story yet lol bc im def not done with it! thank you for all the messages and comments, i love reading your thoughts and conspiracies haha! keep 'em coming!

⚫️PAIRING: Professor!Harry X Reader

⚫️WARNING: sexual content

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You basically fly across the room when you hear the ringtone, your phone vibrating and flashing, letting you know that someone wants to FaceTime you. You almost slip in your fuzzy socks as you rush from the kitchen into your bedroom, the oatmeal you were just about to make long forgotten on the kitchen counter, breakfast can wait when your boyfriend is calling you from across the world.

“Hey!” you pant as you throw yourself onto the bed holding the phone up in front of you. Harry’s face appears on the screen, his curls messy as always, wearing a black hoodie from what you can see.

“Hey, did you just finish running the marathon?” he chuckles and your heart pitter-patters when you see his pixelated dimples.

“It felt like that coming from the kitchen, yeah,” you grin. “What’s up? How is the family?” you ask, making yourself comfortable in the sea of pillows.

“Everything is great, mum is having a blast with everyone around,” he smiles, rubbing his nose. “And Gemma has been bugging me about my alleged new girlfriend.”

“Oh, you told them about me?” you ask, truly surprised. It’s been only a few weeks since you made it official, you weren’t expecting him to tell his family a thing.

“Of course. Not in many details, but I told them I’m dating someone. Mum immediately asked why I didn’t bring you home with me,” he laughs shaking his head.

“Your mom sounds like an amazing woman. Tell her I said hi,” you grin.

“Will do. Now, tell me, what have you been up to?”

Harry has been calling you every chance given and you know it’s because he feels bad you are spending Christmas alone. Both Ramona and Kostas left on the twenty-third, so it’s your fourth day on your own in the apartment. It’s weird to be here without Kostas gasping every few minutes at some gossip someone sent him, or Ramona’s loud laughter that sounds like a seal is choking, though you haven’t heard that in a while with the whole Dean situation. You’re hoping the holidays are gonna beat sense into them and they will realize they need to be together.

You’ve been using your quiet alone time to write your thesis, you’re already ahead of your planned schedule with it and when you’re not on the phone with Harry or sitting in front of your laptop, you’re watching Christmas movies nonstop, baking and cooking, destroying the kitchen and enjoying that Kostas is not here to start cleaning up after you right away.

It’s been a bit lonely, but you don’t mind it. You’d rather be on your own than anywhere near your mother.

“I was just about to have breakfast. I think I’ll take a walk later and then, just the usual,” you shrug.

“What movies are you watching today?” he smirks.

“Probably Frozen,” you giggle. “Have you seen them?”

“I had to watch them last year with my cousin’s kids, so yeah.”

“I bet you enjoyed them more than the kids,” you tease him.

“They weren’t half as bad as I expected, I admit,” he grins and it seems like he lies down in a bed, taking a similar position you are in. “Are you sure you don’t want to give your grandma’s sister a call? Maybe you could have lunch with them or something.”

“Harry…” you sigh. It’s not the first time he is bringing it up, it seems like your lonely holidays bother him more than they bother you. It’s sweet of him, but you also know exactly what you do and don’t want to do.

“I know, you felt out of place there. But it could still be nice.”

“I promise you, I’m fine alone. Don’t worry about me,” you smile at him warmly and you truly mean it.

“It just doesn’t feel right that I’m here with my family while you’re on your own. Maybe you really should have come home with me.”

“No, I shouldn’t have,” you chuckle. “Meeting the family when we’ve been together for less than a month? No, thank you.”

“Alright, I see where you’re coming from, but it’s different.”

“How come?” you cock an eyebrow at him.

“One, my family doesn’t live on the other side of town, I only see them like twice a year, next time I’ll be here will be in the summer. Maybe it wouldn’t have been too early.”

“It would have,” you protest, but smile at him.

“And second, I’m pretty sure nothing we do is by the book, so it wouldn’t have mattered.”

“Okay, I hear you, but still, it’s better like this. Next time,” you smile and he returns it with a nod.

“Alright, next time,” he sighs.

For the next about thirty minutes you just ramble about anything and everything and Harry listens as if you were telling him about the meaning of life. You love hearing his laugh and you sneakily take a few screenshots of him because he is looking extra cozy today. You wish he was here with you so you could shower him with kisses and then tear that hoodie off of him and show him just how much you love having him around.

“I gotta go,” he sighs after you hear a female voice from somewhere in the distance through the call. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Okay. Have fun,” you smile and he returns it before the call ends.

Sighing deep you just lie there for a bit, staring up at the ceiling, his voice still ringing in your ear. You count how many days until he comes back and you come to the conclusion that it would be too many even if it was just one. Being away from Harry is the only thing that bothers you right now.

You carry on with your day just as you planned. Taking a little walk around the neighborhood you decide to ditch the cooking today and just grab something to eat on your way back home. It’s not too cold outside, but you truly appreciate the heated apartment when you finally arrive back. You eat in the living room while watching the first Frozen movie just how you planned, everything is peaceful and uneventful.

Even though Harry said he would call later, the afternoon passes by without hearing from him. You assume he is out with his mum and sister somewhere, it doesn’t even occur to you to bother him for not paying you attention, you want him to have a great time with his family.

After you finish watching the Frozen movies you go for another thesis writing session to keep you busy and hopefully tire you out so you’d go to bed at a reasonable time. Buried deep in an article you’re planning to use in one of the chapters, you jump when you hear your phone ringing on your bed. Thinking that it’s Harry, your heart skips a beat as you snatch it from the comforter, but your face falls when you see an unknown number.

“Hello?” you answer the call hesitantly.

“Y/N?”

You recognize the voice right away and it makes your stomach drop in an instant. It’s your mother.

“What do you want?” you ask not even trying not to sound hostile. She is not calling to say merry Christmas, she has ulterior motives, that you’re sure about.

“You still have the sassy attitude I passed on to you,” she chuckles, as if this chit-chat was a normal, everyday thing.

“You didn’t pass on anything to me. Now what do you want?”

“Just wanted to check in on my daughter, is that a crime now?”

“Carol, you haven’t talked to me in over a year. I don’t believe this bullshit, I know you called with a reason that has nothing to do with anything a mother would do.”

You stopped calling her mom in middleschool. It started as a way to get on her nerves when she was making you mad, but then it stuck, because it felt more fitting to call her by her first name than refer to her as mom. She did not act like one.

“Jesus, what’s gotten your panties in such a twist? It’s Christmas, can’t you be a bit nicer to your mother?” she scoffs, pretending to be the victim, as always. You never found out how Carol turned out to be the way she is when she was brought up by your grandmother. Helene was a saint and it definitely wasn’t her fault your mother turned out to be like this. She never wanted to talk about what went wrong, but if you had to guess it was because of your grandfather who she divorced when Carol was only five. She spent summers and winter breaks with him in Florida and though your grandmother never liked to talk shit about others, even if they deserved it, you just know he was the one who messed it all up.

“If you just called to piss me off, I’m ending the call,” you warn her and that finally brings out her true intentions.

“Wait! Okay, alright! I called because… I need your help.”

Ding, ding, ding! We’ve got a winner!

When you don’t answer, she decides to go into further details.

“I want to move out of my boyfriends’, but I can’t really afford the cost of it, but it’s pretty urgent. I thought that maybe you could help me out with some money you got from your grandmother.”

And you’re back to the one thing that truly destroyed your relationship with her. Your grandmother left most of her savings and her house that you sold a year later to you, while Carol only got a bit of money and that’s it. She was vivid when she found out about it and tried to get more of it any way possible.

She didn’t succeed. But it seems like she is still not over trying. While she probably spent all of the money she inherited in about a few months, you’ve been using it wisely, supporting yourself while in school so you don’t have to worry about having a job while studying.

“That is none of my problem,” you answer coldly.

“It’s an emergency, Y/N. And I would pay the money back, I just need to get out of his place as fast as possible.”

“Why?” you ask, because if it’s an abusive household, you will of course help her, but you have a feeling that’s not the case.

“Because… God, I just don’t want to be here, okay? He is suffocating and I’m done with him.”

“Okay, that doesn’t sound like an emergency.”

“It is! Come on, you’re sitting on all of that money and you can’t lend me some to help me out?”

“I’m not sitting on it,” you grit through your teeth. “I’m saving part of it and putting the rest into good use.”

“This would be a good use as well,” she argues and it pisses you off how entitled she thinks she is.

“Don’t you feel ridiculous for coming to me to beg for money when you haven’t talked to me in ages? You really don’t have any shame in you, do you?”

“Shame? Why would I have shame for asking for help from my daughter?”

“Oh, how convenient that now I’m your daughter, but what about the rest of the year? When I hear nothing from you?” you scoff rolling your eyes.

“You know, this works the other way around. You could call me too, but my phone hasn’t been blowing up lately.”

“I’m already over the trying, Carol. Did that in high school, but you were too busy living out your second teenage phase. I’m not trying to go back there.”

“Come on, you can’t be mad at me for shit I did ten years ago,” she growls.

Clenching your jaw you shut your eyes closed, you are not in the mood to get into a screaming match about who messed up what and this is definitely heading in that direction.

“How much do you need?” you ask sighing.

“Just a couple thousand.”

“Just? A couple?” you scoff at the way she just presented it as if she was asking for twenty bucks.

“It’s not that much, Y/N. Do you know how expensive apartments are these days?”

“I do, because I live in a rented place as well, but I assume you are not trying to live with roommates to lessen the costs and you also haven’t even looked at humble, smaller places that cost less.”

“I’m sorry that I’m not trying to live in a fucking… pantry!”

“Whatever,” you growl, completely running out of patience at this point. “I’ll think about it.”

“What is there to think about this?” she scolds you as if you were obligated to just throw thousands at her.

“A lot, Carol. There’s a lot to think about when it comes to you.”

“Oh, you just love to pretend like you’re better than everyone, right? Your grandmother loved to do that too, acting like you’re superior, like you have no flaws and you make no mistakes!”

“Don’t fucking bring her up!” you snap at her. You’ll not let her disgrace the memory of the woman who brought you up when she was away doing God knows what.

“I can bring up whoever I want! You both have always tried to guilt me into thinking that everything is always my fault, but you’re not perfect either, Y/N. No one is! I don’t know how people put up with your attitude, I bet you have no friends, let alone a man who—“

“Good luck with getting the money you need. Don’t call me again,” you cut her off and end the call before she could get another word out.

Tears are bubbling in your eyes as you stare up at the ceiling with trembling lips. Most of the time it’s easy to be unbothered when it comes to your mother, but not when you’re facing her directly, when she is coming at you, targeting you with her toxicity.

You’ve been acting tough for so long, even you believe that the dysfunctional family background you’re coming from has no effect on the person you are today, but deep down you know it’s just the surface you’re showing to the world, but it hurts to know you never mattered to your mother enough to take good care of you and you had believed for a long time that it had something to do with you, that you weren’t lovable enough, that you were the reason why things turn out to be the way they did.

Now you know it wasn’t you and you should never take the blame for her mistakes, but that doesn’t mean it can’t hurt to think about everything you missed out on.

For the first time since your home vacation, you don’t want to be alone so you call the person you want to be with the most right now. You tap on Harry’s contact without hesitation, but it goes straight to his voicemail.

“Hey, it’s Harry. I can’t answer the phone right now, so leave a messa—“

You don’t wait for the recording to finish, just end the call as you feel your chest tightening. Seeing the time on the screen you realize how late it is in the UK so that’s why he is not answering, but still, it doesn’t help with your desperate need to at least hear his voice.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, wiping your cheeks from the tears that has escaped your eyes. Throwing your phone to your nightstand you just get under the covers and close your eyes, your body still shaking slightly as you decide to just sleep it off and then never think about this day again when you wake up.

You awaken to your phone ringing and buzzing on the nightstand. Your head feels so heavy and you need a few seconds to adjust to the real world. It’s still dark outside, your laptop has shut down since you left it on when you decided to sleep your problems away. Grabbing the phone you see two things. One, that it’s about three in the morning. Two, Harry is calling you.

Swiping your finger across the screen you move the phone to your ear, your eyebrows knit together, still kind of half asleep.

“Hey,” you speak up groggily. “I hope you do know it’s three am over here.”

You hear his chuckle first before he answers.

“I know, that’s why I would appreciate it if you let me in.”

Eyes popping wide open you shoot up into a sitting position as if you were just shocked by electricity. Did you just hear that right? He wants you to let him in? Is this supposed to be a metaphor or something?

“Um, what?” you ask clearing your throat as you kick the covers off of yourself, standing up.

“I’m at your front door, Y/N. Can I come in or should I go home?” he asks and you can hear it in his voice how funny he is finding the situation to be.

Dropping your phone onto the bed you rush out to the front door and swinging it open you’re shocked to see that he is indeed right there, standing on the doormat with a duffel bag in one hand, his phone with the call still going in the other as he smiles at you. He ends the call and shoves the phone into his pocket as he tilts his head to the side.

“Surprise?” he chuckles softly and the next thing you know is that you’re throwing yourself at him, arms and legs wrapping around him tight as he drops his bag so he can hold you up with both hands. “Woah, I assume you missed me, huh?” he chuckles, kissing into your neck as you have your face buried in his, tears stinging in your eyes at his unexpected arrival especially after the evening you had.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you mumble, your words almost completely muffled.

“It didn’t feel right to let you be alone. I might have missed Christmas but there was no way I was gonna let you be on your own on New Year’s Eve.”

Your heart is about to jump out of your chest at his words, this is hands down the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you. Peeling yourself off of him your feet get back on the ground again and you finally let him inside, closing the door behind him before taking his face in your hands and kissing him to tell him how happy you are that he is here without words.

“I called you a few hours ago and only reached your voicemail, so you must have been on the plane then, huh?” you hum against his lips.

“Yeah. But why did you call so late? Did something happen?” he asks, quick to count back what the time was in the UK when you called. Then he realizes that something is off about you. “Hey, have you been crying? Your eyes are puffy, but not the sleepy kind.” he cradles your face in his hands to take a better look at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Can we just… sleep? I really don’t want to talk right now,” you plea, too tired to go into any details at the moment. It’s obvious he is worried and wants to know what got you so upset, but he would never go against your will.

“Okay,” he nods before kissing your forehead. “Can I take a quick shower?”

“Sure.”

While Harry is in the shower you wash your face and change your clothes, just hearing another person in the apartment is so relaxing, the silence you’ve been living in the past days now feels so much more suffocating.

You’re already in bed when Harry finishes in the bathroom and walking into your room he looks around as he sits on the edge of the bed. It’s the first time he is here so it’s his first glimpse of your personal space. Though he would love to snoop around a bit, he is about to pass out from the long flight and he wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms.

When he gets under the sheets, you’re quick to cuddle to his side, laying your head to his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

“Harry?” you speak up, voice barely louder than just a whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” you murmur before closing your eyes and letting yourself drift back to sleep, now a lot more excited for morning to come.

When you wake up in the morning your first thought is how realistic your dream was about Harry showing up at your door at three in the morning. But then you feel a strong arm draped across your waist and someone quietly snoring and puffing air out behind you and it hits you hard in the head like a brick.

It wasn’t a dream. Harry did fly back earlier than he planned just to be with you.

Blinking your eyes open you’re met with Harry’s puffy sleeping face, squished into your pillow just inches away from yours. It might look creepy, but you take a few moments to admire him. It’s crazy how you get to see him like this, how he is allowing you into his personal space when just about two months ago you were just a student in his class, drinking every word that left his mouth, fantasizing about things that are your reality now.

He stirs in his sleep, his hand on your waist squeezing you as he scrunches his nose before his eyes slit open just a tiny bit, his long lashes fluttering gently.

“Good morning,” he mumbles groggily and you bite into your bottom lip, because even half asleep, wrapped in your light pink sheets, he still looks so irresistible. He pulls you closer until your chest is pressed up against his, a gasp and a giggle slipping through your lips.

“Good morning,” you grin, nuzzling your nose against his before finally kissing him softly. “I thought I dreamed that you showed up here in the middle of the night.”

“Definitely not a dream,” he smirks, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Does your mom hate me because I was the reason for your early departure?”

“Are you kidding me? She was basically kicking me out the door when I told her why I’m coming back earlier. She wouldn’t have let me stay longer even if I wanted,” he chuckles.

“Your mom is an angel.”

“She is,” he hums, nodding into the pillow. Closing his eyes he sighs comfortably and you think he has fallen back asleep, but then he speaks up, flashing his gorgeous green eyes at you again. “So, want to talk about what got you so upset?”

Chewing on your bottom lips you play with the thought of keeping it to yourself, not too keen on bringing up your mother again, but part of you also wants to share it with him.

“My mom called me last night,” you finally admit then.

“Oh! And… how did it go?”

“Awful,” you breathe out. “She asked for money to move out of her boyfriend’s place. She knows I have a big saving from my grandmother and she’s been trying to get a hold of that, this is probably just another attempt.”

“What if she really does need the money?”

“I’m sure she does, but I’m definitely not her last choice. I know she didn’t even try to earn the money herself, she just wants me to hand it over to her.”

“Mmm, I see. And is it what got you so upset?” he asks, sensing that there’s more behind it.

“We kind of got into a fight… She basically said that I’m entitled and act like I have no flaws and then went on how I must have zero friends and… the message she was sending was clearly that I’m unlovable.”

Your throat starts to close up and your voice dies down as you say the last words, avoiding to look at him. The last person you discussed the situation with your mother was your grandma. She never told you, but you always suspected she felt like she failed you and Carol as well and wanted to make up for the things she messed with her by taking good care of you. She was the mother you never had, but that never changed the fact that your real mother could never love you like her daughter.

It’s a messed up situation that you like to keep bottled up, but last night, the bottle got knocked over and it seems to be leaking. Tears are dwelling in your eyes again and you hate that she has this much power over you still.

“Hey,” he speaks up softly, brushing your hair out of your face before he cups it in his hand. “It’s okay to be upset.”

“But I don’t want to be. Not over my mother,” you whine with a grimace, trying to swallow down your tears. “She was never there for me, I’ve promised myself so many times to just simply forget about her, but…”

“But she is still your mother, no matter how bad she messes things up,” he finishes up your thought and you nod with trembling lips.

This is where people usually start telling you how it’s not your fault, that you did nothing wrong and you should be strong. You know they mean well, but you hate hearing these. Surprisingly, Harry says absolutely nothing. He just gathers you into his arms and pulls you to his chest, lets you calm down in your own pace, giving you the silence you truly need. When the tears dry up and you don’t feel like your throat is all closed up, you lift your head so you can look into his eyes. He gently runs his fingers down the side of your face, tracing your features before combing through your hair, giving you tingles from his little touches.

“Do you think I’m unlovable?” you find yourself asking and your heart is beating so hard in your chest you know he can feel it. “That maybe that’s why she can’t stand me?”

“I can assure you, that’s not the case. Some people are just not cut to be a parent and your mum is one of them. Unfortunate events sculpted your relationship and maybe you’ve made mistakes as well, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be loved.”

Pushing yourself up, you swing a leg over him and sit on his hips, his hands moving up to rub your thighs that are bare thanks to the fact that you’re wearing just a pair of shorts with your oversized cotton shirt.

Reaching forward you place one hand next to his head, leaning onto it while cupping his jaw with your other, running your thumb along the line of his bottom lip. It feels like time has stopped and nothing else exists, just the two of you in your slightly messy bedroom, staring at each other, memorizing the other’s face down to the tiniest details.

It’s scary and relieving at the same time, the way you are feeling about this man. You never planned any of it, in just a few weeks, you went for needing and wanting no man in your life to depending on Harry to the extent that he is in almost every thought that runs through your head.

Leaning closer you hover above him, nose almost brushing against his.

“Do you think you could love me?” you ask and though you expect him to hesitate with his answer, he speaks up right away.

“I’m already close to it.”

You kiss him in an instant, needing to be as close to him as physically possible, that’s the only way you can express how you feel. Harry returns the kiss just as passionately and vehemently, his arms wrapping around you tight and you both gasp when you grind your hips against his.

Rolling the two of you over he presses you into the mattress, your legs circling around his waist while his hand is quick to grab the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and ridding you from it, leaving your chest completely bare. Moving his lips down your neck he focuses on your chest, peppering your heated skin with his kisses and it all feels so different from the previous times you’ve been together.

He is not trying to be dominant, there are no games involved, it’s just the two of you, equals and desperate for each other.

“There are so many things about you to love, Y/N,” he murmurs against your skin, still kissing wherever he can reach while his hands work on the shorts. He pulls back just to take them off and do the same with his t-shirt too before he returns to kissing you, but this time on your lips. “You are smart,” he starts, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You’re beautiful.” A kiss to your nose. “Passionate and I’m not only talking about sex,” he grins, placing a soft kiss to your lips again.

He moves down, a few more kisses on your jawline and neck before he lifts his head up as he pulls his pants off of himself, the last layer of clothing keeping the two of you apart.

“You’re so caring, to your friends, to me, to the people you think deserve to be taken care of.” His hand squeezes your thigh before moving up to your hip, then your waist and ribs, as if he is feeling you up, making sure you’re real. Turning your head to the side you press a kiss to his arm that’s beside you, holding him up above you. You run a hand up that arm until it meets your other behind his neck, pulling him down. His hips press against yours and you feel how hard he is, a soft gasp slipping through your parted lips.

“It’s hard not to love you, Y/N,” he smiles softly, brushing his lips against yours, but not kissing you. “You’re so perfect, everything I’ve ever wanted. It really is hard not to love you,” he repeats, “and it's scary and I’ve been fighting it, believe me.” Your heart beating so fast you fear it’s gonna burst right out of your chest. Harry stops when he positions himself to your entrance and you’re so desperate to feel him filling you up, you’re just seconds away from crying. Harry looks you in the eyes and before he thrusts inside you, he adds: “But I’m losing the fight.”

You cry out the moment he fills you up, his hard cock stretching your walls perfectly and finally, you feel like you’re exactly where you should be.

NEXT PART

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𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃-𝙰-𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳 | Hinata

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃-𝙰-𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳! 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑... 𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚈𝙾.

Anxiety was a fun thing to deal with sometimes. You know - like when you triple checked the details of the test date you had scheduled today. You pressed a hand to your chest as you woke your phone. Eyes were glued to the pin on the map that your date, Hinata Shoyo: Rental Boyfriend, put on it. You thought maybe, just maybe, he canceled last minute or after seeing your face IRL. A chill ran through you and you muttered to no one in particular, “God, how embarrassing would that be…”

  As you swiped through the app, you pat all around your neck, your cheek, your collarbone in a few nervous motions. Sure, you knew the area. Sure, you went out a few times to sketch the roads for a comic or two. But as you stood, cool fingers drumming nervously along your skin, it all felt unfamiliar.

  A voice cried your name out, jolting your attention away from insecurity for a moment. You squinted, thinking you misheard. The wind! That’s all it was. Just as you were about to check your phone for the nth time, you caught a glimpse of tangerine. Through the hoard of 9-5ers, five fingers raised in a wave until a broad shoulder shimmied its way through the crowd.

“H-Hinata?” His name came out a lot more hushed than you intended and you could feel the heat of your cheeks. Oh no. He’s cute. Duh. You knew he was. He had a profile picture and some extra pics that you and your friend scrolled through the night prior. One caught your eye in particular; it was with a dog that wasn’t his according to the caption (and the added note of ‘but imma get a big boi some day’’). There was another with a guy with short black hair. They all radiated a type of warmth and welcome to them even if those around him seemed ready to punch a wall - a trait not missed out on in person.

  He beamed, taking your hand in his as though it were as natural as the sun shining, “Hey babe!”

  The words put a bar in the cogs of your mind, stopping all rational thought.  Babe. Babe?! Oh fuck. I’m babe! Oh wait. Yeah that’s right. You rented him to be your boyfriend. It’s supposed to be natural. You scolded yourself for forgetting that simple fact. 

Hinata laced his fingers through yours and you could feel the slight dampness of his palm. The thought that he may be as nervous as you put you slightly at ease. It would make sense as he didn’t have any reviews or ratings or anything. He was new! A beta-boyfriend babe!

  It took a moment or two for you to realize that not only was he guiding you down the sidewalk, but you had been staring at nothing but your shoes the entire way there. Shyly, you apologized. 

  “For what, babe? Oh! Wait! I didn’t get to mention yet,” Bright eyes burned with excitement as they tilted over his shoulder, “That’s a cute dress!” He genuinely thought so, too. Trying to act all coupl-y with a stranger was definitely weird, but, like anything he tried, he wanted to put his best effort in. Hinata wasn’t sure on what to expect, truthfully. When looking at your profile after the booking was made, he was caught off guard by how cute you were. In person seemed even worse. Better? Hell if he knew.

  As a lanky waiter shuffled you both into a booth, you were off put by your boyfriend slipping in next to you. Right smack dab next to you. Thigh touching thigh and the heat of his sent a shiver up your spine. You placed a hand on your chest again and spent more time reading a menu than you thought you ever had before.

  Hinata’s expression fell thoughtfully as he saw the slight shake in your slender digits and the way your teeth gnashed at your lower lip. He tilted his head with a small laugh and a nudge to your ribs with his elbow. The corners of his mouth piquing to such a point you could practically feel the mischievousness from it, “Play along, ‘kay? Kay?”

  Suspiciously, you peaked over the top of the menu roof you made with a nod. As the waiter returned, a strong muscled arm wrapped around your shoulder and snuggled you close. Mouth falling into an ajar ‘o’, your confusion was as palpable as his joy, “It’s my girlfriend’s birthday today! You guys got some cake, maybe a candle or OOOH a song?”

  “Hinata!” You smacked his head with the menu, “It’s n-“

  He brought a finger to his lips to silent-shush you, lashes dipping in a wink. You smiled pleasantly, yet awkwardly at the waiter and in the least convincing tone, chimed,  “It’s my birthday. Yaaay.”

  “See! How could you deny that!” His sheer and pointed enthusiasm made up for your lack thereof.

  The waiter, not buying any of it but needing the tips to pay his rent, congratulated you before excusing himself. Ten minutes later, two others trailed behind him singing a specialty birthday tune. In their hands rested the most delicious looking chocolate cake. To say you inhaled that thing would be an understatement. It was creamy, rich, everything you could’ve wanted in a cake.

  “Take a bite!” You offered a forkful to your date, one hand below to catch the droppings. Obliging gleefully, he did.

  “‘m pwetty bad wif dates but I saw you like fweets!” The words came between chews, and he gestured here and there as he swallowed, “Glad you liked it cause we got five more restaurants to try!”

  “Excuse me?!”

  And just like that, Hinata whisked you from one restaurant to another. Each one was slightly ritzier than the last and with each one, he could see the tense scrunch of your shoulders melt away. 

He made you feel safe and you started to joke with him more openly, smile more frequently, and sarcastically quip at him. He liked the way you smacked his arm every time he called the waiters over too dramatically. He liked the way you acted surprised they’d come around the corner with cakes and songs. You managed to melt his heart with the cutest ‘Oh! Babe!’ whenever he tried to genuinely surprise you. He adored watching your eyes light up whenever you got a taste of each decadent sweet. It would be an outright lie to deny that you feeding him made his heart flutter, too.

  You clung to Hinata’s arm, cheek resting heavily on bicep as your stomach decided to churn all the sugar you ate like it was a tilt-a-whirl. He patted your hand, thinking you were just trying to be cute, “So, what made you want to rent someone?” 

  The night sky took over the afternoon sun. Tiredly, you gazed up to your ‘boyfriend’, letting a moment of silence occupy the time it took to get over the small wave of nausea, “This is… embarrassing.” You chuckled softly, letting your fingers fall onto your neck, “I uh… never dated someone before. I have a date set up and got so anxious I almost canceled three times. I really want to put myself out there though and be more comfortable.“

  “Is that why you were so red?! I thought I was meeting a cherry when I saw you! All like –“ His hands flew to his cheeks in a damn near perfect imitation of you and your voice, “-i-i-it’s n-n-ot m-my-“ before he could stutter the rest out, you interrupted with a loud and embarrassed groan. His laugh hissed passed teeth, “It was cute! You’re adorable, ya know?” The words slipped out so naturally and with such warmth that you wondered where the act was put down and where it was picked back up.

  “As I was saying,” you jested with a light hearted eye roll, “My friend was really worried about me. I mean, it’s not often you’re a date-virgin in your twenties.”

  Hinata pursed his lips, thinking about it, “Ya know, maybe it is weird - ” You felt your heart stop and your comfort crack just slightly. You probably would have laughed had it not been for the wave of heat then ice that swept over you, “- that someone as… as…” His lips pursed as he tried to find a word. Your anxiety built with each delayed second. In a grand gesture, his arms swang back, “WH’BAM as you never got asked out before!” Despite your death grip on him, the ginger still managed to hop on cue, “’sides! You got a pretty good friend looking after you!”

  “Heh,” You laughed, “Guess you’re right, but wh’bam?”

  “It just makes sense!” He slapped your hand a few times with the soft palm of his, “Okay okay! Now, we’re going to that one!” A finger pointed to a fancy black double door. 

  “Hinata I-“ You began to protest, feeling your palms dampen and your stomach curdle. 

  “Don’t worry about price! I got it!” He tugged at your arm.

  “N-no, We need to-“

  “You’ve been having such a good time! We can do one more!”

  “Just come over h-here-“

  “This one has the best cake from what I read! It’s not too expensiiiiiiive.”

  The end of his sentence tumbled out of his mouth like the night’s worth of cake and frosting tumbled out of your gut. Directly onto the ground. And on the expensive nude heels your friend leant you. And on Hinata’s own pricy looking sneakers.

  There was a moment of silence as you lit the coffin of your pride and watched it sail away into the ocean. (Goodbye sweet trait, it was nice while it lasted. Rest in Pieces.)

  Hinata blinked. The event registered in his squirrel brain like a dial up modem. She just threw up. It’s on my shoe. It’s on her shoe. OH NO I MADE HER THROW UP! Red alerts blared as he whipped his head around, making the biggest display of ‘nothing to see here’ that could’ve been humanly possible. All too easily, he slid an arm under your knees and scurried around for a place to sit. It took about ten minutes for him to find a bench on an empty walkway. He sat you down and patted your head with long, sweet strokes. Each pat, while good natured, went unnoticed as your intestines tried to murder you in cold blood.

  Hinata sprinted for the convenience store and bought the first couple of antacids he could find, along with some anti-nausea medication and water. A small bit of sweat broke out along his brow as he dashed back to you. Agile as a leaf in the wind, he squatted right in front of you, hurriedly dumped everything out of the double-bagged plastic bags to give to you. He stuttered out his menu of medications and you down some of them with water.

  “Hey, heeey,” his gentle voice cooed to you, both hands rubbing your arms in soothing motions (a little roughly, but he’s trying), “It’s okay, you’re okay, you don’t need to cry!” You waved a hand, lips parted as you waited for another wave to hit which never came. You thought he’d make fun of you, laugh in your face about how pathetic this was, but it never came. For some reason that made you even more emotional. He was just a rental boyfriend. He didn’t need to deal with this. Instead of quitting then and there, Hinata took a seat right next to you and pulled you to his chest. Your back flinched reflexively as a calloused hand rubbed calming circles along it. He started talking about a time he was at a volleyball game and had the nervous-shits so bad he nearly had to sit out.

  “That’s… disgusting,” The words came out as a half-laugh, half-cry. You wiped your eyes, ignoring the makeup now dripping down your face from sweat and tears.

  “You’re telling me! Tanaka called me ‘little-shits’ for two months after that!” His laugh was contagious, spreading warmth through your fingertips and toes. It was rare to meet someone who had such a natural talent to make you feel so wholly accepted.

  After about 10 minutes, the medication began to fully settle your stomach. The bag was tossed into a stray trash can. Hinata had barely even realized that his chin was perched on the crown of your head as he talked about other embarrassing stories (including the time he got pegged in the nuts during training camp). The warmth of you in his hold simply belonged and he didn’t want to let go just yet.

  “Thank you,” you peered up at him with eyes so pretty and a smile so kind he wanted to kiss it then and there.

  “For what?” His head tilted again. If he were a puppy, his ears would flop with each tilt.

  “Being so sweet to me for my first trial date. Even if it’s your job, you really went above and beyond. And uh…you know-” You kicked your shoe to his.

  The athlete ruffled his hair, feeling a blush creep to his cheeks and ears at the thought of being your first date, “Don’t need to thank me for it! I had a blast! You’re pretty warm too!”

  “Thanks?” You sputtered a small laugh before checking your phone and the time. It was nearly up. As per request, a text of your location was sent to the friend who started it all.

  For a while, you rested in Hinata’s hold, savoring the rich batter of comfort and calm it baked you in. He chattered on about this and that, exchanging a remark here and there when you poked fun. 

Once you pulled away from him, he couldn’t help but miss the feel of your mold on the palm of his hand like a volleyball right at the precipice – right in his reach. You checked your violently buzzing phone, confirming the spot where you were sitting to your friend. 

“Who was that?” Hinata asked, a boyish hint of pouting sad laced underneath his natural curiosity.

“My friend,” you answered, popping another antacid in your mouth, “our time is up, so she’ll be here soon.”

 Those words were a bitter sound, one that reminded Hinata that this wasn’t real. This was a bet that he wanted to win. One that he secretly cursed. In all reality, he wanted to have fun and when he saw that you booked him, he didn’t know what to think. Dating wasn’t really his thing. He rarely had time to when it came to practice and had it not been for the bet, he probably wouldn’t have sought someone out at all, let alone someone as out of his league as you.

  The headlights of your friend's car came into view. Just as you went to take a step forward, a strong hand circled around your wrist. In a swift movement, you turned to look at the culprit. 

  “Just make sure to rent me again if you have some time, yeah?” Hinata’s smile held a hint of something you couldn’t identify. 

 Nevertheless, you returned the sentiment, “Of course!”

You parted with a long hug.

As the car pulled away, Hinata flicked through his phone. Once the dates were done, each point of contact would be deleted automatically. A reasonable company policy that felt like a sour punch to the gut.. A small twinge of sadness came over him, but he knew that if it was meant to be, you’d find your way to each other again. In the mean time…

   𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃-𝙰-𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎.... 𝟷 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐!

  He was going to kick Atsumu’s pancake ass!

 “Sooooo~ How was the ‘date’? Looks like you two got along!” Your friend’s voice rang as she shimmied in her seat in excitement, brows wiggling in expectation.

  “Oh shut it!” You cried in false annoyance, “I threw up, can you believe that?!” Dramatically, she gasped, listening as you recounted the events of the boy who was the sun itself. Finalizing your long winded tale of cake-filled adventure, that same warmth spread across your chest, lapping small butterfly wings at your stomach, “I had a good time. I… definitely feel more comfortable with the idea of putting myself out there now.”

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[thingstotellthem]

“Why do you shrink like I’m hurting you by talking to you? It makes me feel bad.”

Oh, gee, I don’t know, maybe because almost every time we talk that in a way that isn’t just casual conversation you do hurt me? Perhaps it’s that every time we talk you just make me feel like absolute shit??? Christ, you can’t be that blind to your words’ implications, right? Why would you even bring that up to your daughter? That wasn’t even important! Even your fiancé who’s also an emotionally abusive twat that really hates me was like “why tf would you bring that up??? That’s not relevant???” You came to talk to me about car stuff, are you really that fucking insecure about our relationship?

I mean, with you acting that way, maybe you got a right to be. Because I can’t even talk to you, my own mother, without being afraid you’re going to say something that will just make me have a breakdown for the rest of the day, & damage my confidence & self-esteem more… I mean, we both know I don’t need that, I apologize for everything & I can barely bring myself to do anything because, we’ll, what’s the point if I’m just a disappointment anyway. I get so drained by just being around you.

But, well, you’d probably just yell at me if I said that to be honest. You’d be like “you’re so ungrateful! I gave you a house to live in! I gave you help when you needed it! I never hit you!”

Like, yknow, the bare necessities of parenting. Keep your kids under a roof, help them with some things, don’t hit them. Yaaay. A+

Yknow, consider: Sometimes I wish you hit me. You might as well, considering how much your words hurt, & getting hit actually has visible proof that can’t be swayed away by gaslighting. Maybe then I just don’t feel crazy anymore. I could finally feel like my negative emotions are important & reasonable, instead of feeling like I’m just too sensitive & should suck it up. That, or, I could finally just get hurt without having to do it myself.

Maybe that’s why I have a hard time accepting help from anyone. Because you assholes hold it above my head all the time. If just having the bare bases of decency means I have to worship the ground you walk on & take all your abuse, I’ll just do everything by myself. & this is why I’m not interested in therapy either, I’d imagine. Spilling out my metaphorical guts to someone who has all the ability to either help pick up the pieces or pull them apart worse is… not appealing. I mean, who knows, maybe they’re like you & will just not care about me. Maybe they’ll laugh at me & tell me to stop wasting their time, & that I should’ve just left the space open for someone with actual problems.

Is that why you didn’t even teach me to cook as a kid? Not because you were afraid of me making a mess or anything, but did you want to make me dependent on you too, so I could just be your little emotional punching bag a while longer?

But then you’d just call me paranoid & imply that I’m crazy, wouldn’t you? Like you always do?

You know I have a bad memory & you always use that against me. I may not remember much, but I do remember you do that shit all the time when we have a problem.

I’d say I wish it was in plain text, but you also made that difficult. Surprise, texting anyone makes me nervous too! It’s why I don’t always have my phone on my person & it’s why I have a hard time texting back anyone in a timely manner. I’m so freaked out, thinking I’m just gonna open my messages & everyone will just be flipping out at me. Like YOU DO. It’s not even speaking & I’m still nervous… seriously, what the hell have you done to me?

God, fuck off. This is why I cringe when you speak to me.

[missjackil]

My 15x19 Opinion

Inherit The Earth

I’m not going to say this was a great episode overall, but it wasn’t bad, and the ending was beautiful! I almost wish it had been the series finale because I loved the Running on Empty montage and my boys smiling as they ride into the sunset, but Id ikely say the episode itself wasnt sufficiently satisfying as the final episode of the longest running genre show in history, but as a season finale, it was pretty good!

We begin with Dean meeting up with Sam and Jack, and Dean tells them about Cas. Im glad Dean didn’t shed anymore tears or dwell on it, but Im bothered by Sam not showing any emotion. Had Sam been upset, then it would have looked like he valued their friendship even if Cas obviously didn’t, but now it just kinda looks like neither cared much. I feel a little bad for the Sastiel shippers tbh

Now in true Sam Winchester fashion, Sam puts all the blame on himself that the whole world is gone because he “screwed up” and I felt really bad for him, but I know the Winchesters, and they’ll figure it out.

Dean finding the dog was adorable. I always get warm fuzzies when the boys get cute with animals! Big bad lethal hunters get all soft and smooshy for bunnies and doggies and watch funny kitten videos! I liked Dean telling the dog maybe Sam will let him sleep in his bed!

Back at the Bunker, the boys wake up the following morning. Sam and his coffee, sleepless Jack in his PJs and Dean hungover on the floor. Dean wakes up and gets a call, Now I want a show of hands for everyone who did like I did ok?

(Dean’s phone rings and he answers it}

Cas :Dean open the door Im hurt Me: Oh COME ON!! SERIOUSLY? (Dean answers the door) Lucifer: 😆 Me: YAAAY LUCIFER!!

That was me.. admit it, was it you too? I’ve never been happy to see Lucifer till then LOL

So we get the book, theres a new Death (she was funny btw) Michael comes,  Death 3.0 dies, stil no one can read the book, yada yada yada Mike kills Lucifer (seriously? 3 people have killed Lucifer and none of them were SAM!! Grrrrr) 

So Sam and Dean meet up with Chuck, I got a kick out of him asking if they were “enjoyng some alone time?” Chuck doesnt just ship the Wincest, he wrote it *snicker*  Dean pleads to have everything put back to how it was, he says he’ll kill Sam or Sam kill him or they’ll kill each other, whatever but Chuck declines. 

Now we move on to casting the “spell” out by the lake (obviously where they filmed Bravealecki lol) and Chuck comes to end them I have to say,, watching the boys getting pummled was hard, but it really did my soul some good to see them keep getting up get beat down, get back up, and then ultimately, hold each other up 💕💕💕 I loved their beaten faces, smiling through the blood, yeah Chuck, you lost! 

Now, Im glad they didn’t kill Chuck, I didnt think anyone was going to kil him anyway, but I did think he’d be redeemed, instead, they surprize me again and Chuck lives but now is just human. Good call!

Jack being the “New God” is iffy to me if I like it. I’m gad he got a good end, Sam stood by him from day 1 that he was worth saving, and he was. But ruler of the Universe? Ehhhhh not a fan, but at least he does have Amara with him. His goodbye was a little cheesy but Sam looked sad “What if we want to see you?” I mean, he’s letting his only son just go away forever... that hurts.

So the boys are home now, not social distancing AT ALL hehe. and after we salute those lost along the way, Sam and Dean take in the fact that they’re finallly free to be Sam and Dean and they like that. Dean gives Sam the most awesome side hug ever, and Sam makes the cutest face!! Just kil me with brolove please!!

Now the perfect song for their recap montage, Runnin’ on Empty!!  Of course I cried, did you think I wouldn’t?

Overall it was good and I enjoyed watching it a 2nd time already. Im let down some by still not knowing why Sam was in the book, why theyve brought up Sam and Dean being Mike and Lucifer’s vessles every season since 11 and not put closure to it. I mean we dont need a grand puppet show, but something for closure, Mike and Luci asking again and almost winning and thge boys giving a final no? Chuck saying he doesnt even want them as the vessels anyhmore? How about why the Hell he wanted them in the first place? I mean it was a big deal just to get John and Mary together so that Sam and Dean would be born, and Id be fine with it ending when s5 ended, but they brought it back up in 11 and kept reminding us every season after so..... wtf?

Anyway I did like it, even with the issues so on a scale of Bloodlines to Lebanon I’ll give this one an 8.5. 

Next week is it folks and I already miss them. I hope with all my soul the boys end up together, and I hope that TPTB were smart when they had JDM and Sam Smith together last season that they took some time to film a Heavenly Winchester Reunion and have been very tight lipped about it. It would be so easy and so awesome!! I doubt they were that smart so just keep my boys together thats all I ask!! 

If the end sucks I wont even bother with a recap and wont likely be on Tumblr anymore at least for a while, so.. lets pray it doesnt suck!

[regular-nessian-trash]

It’s Vegas, Baby - Chapter III

Summary: We learn a bit more about Nesta and Cassians backstory’s, and we see a friendship begin to bloom between Nessian.

TW: Assault, Drugs, Drinking, Rape

A/N: yaaay i finally finished this chapter lmao hope yall enjoy

Nesta was humming along to the tune of Bad Reputation by Joan Jett while getting ready for work. Even though her coworkers were a pain in her ass, she loved her job. She could still remember the day she met Rhys, not knowing that his family would become her own. She thought he wouldn’t know much about hiring employees -considering when she applied for the job, the actual title was “Classy Go-Go Girl”- so she was going to try and smooth talk her way to a bigger salary. He saw right through her, though, and offered her the job for the original salary.  She scoffed at first, but because money was tight for her and Feyre she took the job. Not that she would ever say it out loud, but being hired by Rhys was the best thing to happen to her and Feyre. They had moved to the city after she had escaped Tomas and by the time he had found her she was already doing so well in the city and they didn’t need his money to survive. She was free. But of course, all good things must come to an end. Tomas started saying she owed him for all the years of protection and street cred she got from dating him. That was when he had started coming to her place of work and harassing her. She couldn’t do anything about it, though. He had made a name for himself on the streets. That was why she had fallen for him. He had the whole bad boy thing going for him. And if Nesta was anything, she was a romantic. He had her hooked on the whole bad boy act. Never. Again. In all the romance novels it’s cute, but when you actually experience it first-hand… “Hey, Nessie? I’m heading to The Court now. You almost ready?” Mor questioned, interrupting Nesta's train of thought. The Court is what they all called Rhys’s club. It was actually called The Night Court, but their group was all about nicknames. “Yeah, I’m almost ready!” Nesta called back while she slipped on her dirty white high top Chuck Taylors. The shoes she had to wear for work were so uncomfortable, so she put off wearing them until the absolute last moment, usually right before she clocked in. Sure she looked like the star of a kids T.V. show from the 2000s in her dress and converse, but at least she was comfortable. Nesta quickly ran to the elevator with her heels in hand just as Mor stepped in and was about to let the door to the elevator close. Nesta was about to yell at Mor to stick her hand through the doors when Mor just smirked and let them shut. Nesta quickly hit Mor's contact on her phone and called her. “Hey, Nessie! I noticed you looked a little sleepy, so I thought you would wake up a little standing around waiting.” “I hate you. I will stand here and wait for the elevator and never will I ever hold the doors for you ever again.” “Really, Nessie? You are the most over dramatic person I have ever met.” “You love it.” “Apparently, so does Cassian.” “Mor-” Morrigan hung up, giggling. Nesta pressed the elevator button for what seemed like the thousandth time. She was so grateful to hear the ding, and when the doors opened she practically jumped in. After checking her phone, she realized if she drove like a madwoman on the highway she would still be late. Damn her and her nostalgia. The elevator doors opened revealing a guilty-looking Mor waiting by the car. That guilt quickly morphed into a smirk when she saw Nesta's annoyed smirk. “Thanks for making me late, asshole.” “No problem, bestie! Besides, Rhys won’t fire you. If he does, we can all disown him! Except maybe Feyre. She will probably be on his side.” “Let's just go.” ~~~~ Cassian was pacing the floor of the staff room. Nesta was late. She was never late. Something happened to her and he was willing to bet those assholes that harass her every week had something to do with it. He had to call the police. He had to do something. Cassian pulled his phone out, ready to call someone when he was interrupted by Rhys. “Hey, Cass? Nesta’s gonna be late today, Mor just called saying she made Nesta wait for the elevator for, like, five minutes. You can stop pacing. Damn, you’ve got it bad.” Rhys walked away giggling like a middle schooler. “Hey! I don’t have a crush on Nesta, you bastard!” Cassian yelled after Rhys. “Well, I would certainly hope not! That would ruin our group dynamic!” Mor yelled at Cassian, with Nesta hot on her heels. “Says the girl who came up with the ship name Nessian. I still think it should be Cesta, by the way.” Cassian quips. “Well, Cesta sounds stupid. Mostly because a cesta is a type of basket.” Mor replies, before leaving to go get a drink. While all this was going on, Nesta was putting on her heels and getting ready to go out and get people to buy more drinks. Before she left, though, Cassian tried to think of something to say to her. “So, Nesta, still single?” Damn. He was an idiot. Why did he ask her that? “So, Cassian, still a grade-A asshole? Because don’t think for one second that you could get in my-” “Sorry! I’m sorry! Jeez. I was just making small talk. Apparently, you are, but I already knew that. Considering the way you blush at the mere thought of me.” Cassian finished with a smirk, making Nesta's blood boil. “The only reason I blush in your presence is because your insufferable male ego takes up so much space that it gets too stuffy and difficult to breathe whenever you get close to me!” “So you admit being close to me makes you blush?” Cassian wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Ugh! Goodbye, you impossible prick.” Nesta walked away, Cassian watching her back the whole time as she began talking to the patrons. ~~~~ Nesta could feel Cassian watching her as she spoke with all the customers. Surprisingly, Tomas and his lackeys didn’t show up. Maybe he was finally leaving her alone. Nesta was so deep in thought that she barely heard all the sexist remarks coming from one table in particular. It seemed to be full of a bunch of rich kids. The tips would hopefully be good. Nesta made her way over to the boys, and barely registered the look in their eyes. She was used to it by now. What Nesta was not used to was how forward they were. “Hello, darling. We’ll have three whiskeys, neat.” “I’ll make sure to let one of the waiters know, darling.” Nesta hated these guys already. Misogynistic pigs. She put on her overly sweet smile and walked away. She went to go find Mor, knowing that Rhys wouldn’t get mad at her. “Nessie! How’s work? Wait, don’t tell me. Those guys you were just talking to asked you to get them their drink.” “Yep. Honestly, Rhys should have thought about what customers would think if he had girls walking up to tables, talking to them.” “Between you and me, I think he only created that position because he had a crush on Feyre and she told him you were job hunting.” “Honestly, that’s probably true. Cause Feyre was the one to tell me about the job after she met Rhys at the coffee shop.” “Okay, well I gots to go party for a bit. Come see me after your shift is over!” “Bye, Mor!” Nesta walked away and noticed one of the guys, the one who ordered the drinks, was waving her over. Great. She sighed and tried to walk as slowly as she could, without it seeming obvious. “Hello, boys. Is there something I can help you with?” “Why don’t you sit down with us. We can have a bit of fun.” “No thank you, I’m working right now.” “C’mon! We don’t bite! Unless you ask…” The guys sitting with him started snickering, that was when Nesta decided she’d had enough. “Sir, if you don’t start to respect my answer to your question I will have you and your boyfriends escorted out by security. Don’t make me say no again.” She tried not to flinch when he stood up close to her, she could smell the alcohol on his breath. They must have been bar hopping if he was already this drunk. She turned to walk away when suddenly there was a hand grabbing onto her ass. She was about to tell him off, but he roughly grabbed her face and smooshed his mouth against hers. She pulled away, gagging. Tears stinging her eyes as she was brought back to the night she broke up with Tomas. The sound of ripping clothes filled her ears. The pure undiluted rage in Tomas’s eyes when she pushed him off her. Suddenly, Cassian was there calling her name. She could see Mor pushing through the crowd that had gathered around her, repeating the dumb nickname she gave her. And on the floor, unconscious, was the guy who assaulted her. Oh, gods. Assault. It was happening again. She must have been pure evil in her past life because she had no idea what she had done in this life to deserve all this bad karma. “Nesta? Nesta, please, answer me. Nesta?” That was Cassian's voice. Cassian. He was here. “Take me home, Cassian. Please.” She cursed herself for sounding so weak. “Of course, Sweetheart.” He didn’t say his little pet name the way he usually did though. He sounded concerned. They walked out to Cassain's car in silence. Nesta couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. She let them fall freely as she stepped into Cassian's car. Too shaken up by the whole experience to care if he thought she was weak. “Nesta, I know we aren’t the best of friends, but I want you to know I’m here for you. I may not know what it’s like being a woman, but I didn’t have the best childhood. I know abuse, so if you ever want to talk, call me. Based on your reaction, this wasn't the first time.” “My ex-boyfriend.” “What about him?” “He tried to rape me when I broke up with him. He was abusive. So I left. He caught me leaving with my suitcases, though. He got really mad and pushed me into the wall and started to taunt me. Telling me I’d never make it without him. That I needed him to survive. That Feyre needed him. Elain needed him. I pushed him off me, but he just pushed me harder into the wall and ripped my clothes off. Then I tried to run again, but he punched me. We got into a fight, but I managed to hit him over the head and run. Feyre was waiting for me in her car, and we both just drove.” “My birth mom was a druggie. She got pregnant from some guy she couldn’t remember. She used to hit me and tell me she wished she got rid of me. I still have a scar on my arm from where she put out her cigarette once when she was pissed at me. Then, one day she overdosed and killed herself. I was thrown into the system. That’s how I met Rhys and Azriel. In highschool, Rhys’s mom fostered me. Then she started to foster Az.” “I’m sorry you had to go through that with your birth mother. My mom died when I was young, and my dad lost his job a couple of years later. Feyre began working because Elain wished to go to college. That was when I started dating that guy. He knew we were in deep shit, so he started paying for everything for us. He even paid for Elain to go to college. The only thing is, now he seems to think we owe him for all the stuff he did for us.” Nesta didn’t know why she was telling Cassian all this. He was just so easy to talk to. “Damn. What an asshole.” “Yeah… Looks like we’re here. Thanks, Cassian. Truly.” “No problem. It’s not like we’re going to get fired for ditching.” “True… Hey, do you wanna come up and maybe watch a movie or something? If not that’s okay too! You don’t have to...” “Hey, Nesta, as long as you have popcorn and Dirty Dancing I’m in.” “Lucky for you, I have both of those. Also, Dirty Dancing is one of my favorite movies so we would have been watching that anyway.” “Well, Sweetheart, you’ll be pleased to know that Dirty Dancing is my favorite guilty pleasure movie.” ~~~~ Mor pulled up at their apartment complex, not expecting to see Cassian's car parked in one of the visitor spots. She stepped into the elevator, eager to see Nesta. Cassian had whisked her away to his car before she got the chance to see if she was alright. Once the doors of the elevator had opened into their penthouse, first Mor noticed that Dirty Dancing was playing on their flatscreen. Then Mor noticed that both Nesta and Cassian were cuddling on the couch, fast asleep. Mor quickly took a picture then snuck into her room. She could talk to Nesta about what had happened at the Court tonight tomorrow. For now, she decided to just let the enemies to lovers trope play out.  

[kanene-yaaay]

It started when...

Kanene’s note: Aaaa, okay! This little guy here give me some trouble and I had to re-write it some times but I really liked the ideia, so my butter heart didn’t let me to dig it in some deep archive of my computer, soooo…

Here he is!! Is a boy fluff! xDD

Well, at first it was suppose to be a OC fanfic, but then I felt some urge to made a Logan liking tickling and I think I didn't captured his personality very well xD. However, I really loved the result! Hope you enjoy this as well!!!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belongs to Thomas Sanders! Yaaay!

* This is a SFW Tickle-fic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another arts. There are a lot of wonderful arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* Something around 4000 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* This idea, like most of the good ideas came from NOWHERE! It’s pretty funny to write, tho. Hope you all enjoy it!

* Portuguese Version coming soon!! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Have a incredible week!  Byeioo!~

                      [~*~]

‘If you could create your own Tickle World. How it that would be?’

(~.~)

For Roman it started when Logan stopped going to his room to talk about new video ideas and their developments. Not that it was an obligation of the said (in truth, sometimes it was very frustrating and tiring), but it had become part of the creative guardian routine, almost a bonding moment between both.

Most of time it was good and the royal side found himself waiting for this weekly moments that for some unknown reason  simply ceased from existion. They diminished little by little until  became so sporadic that Roman took the responsibility into his own hands and now made a point of visit the other when he missed these meetings or just had a random idea and felt the necessity to share it, even if it was undeveloped.

He never addressed this fact to Logan, simply for the lack of some subject that connected or lead to that or for being too distracted debating the good and improving points in the script, where they could be changed and the trails that it would be leading. Because of this he just remembered to bring up the conversation when he already was out of the other’s room, don’t find much motivation to return and broke the pleasant conversation they both had, for the most of time at least, for a subject of which Roman didn’t even knew to what territory it would lead.

For that reason, the subject on matter was left aside.

For Patton, the things initiated a little earlier, perhaps at the very beginning of everything. Just at that period when the one who wears tie moved his balcony chair for a point further away and hidden from the front window.

Those moments when the evening reading in the living room were shifted to the went to his bedroom from where he didn’t came back so early, and, when he did it was only for a short amount of time or somewhere a little farther from the couch itself. Patton lost the count on so many times Virgil had to hiss, like an adorable and cute dark kitty- Okay, focus! Focus!!- until Logan transfers himself to other place or furniture.

The guardian of morality couldn’t help himself in feeling… a bit worried with the behavior change, however, every time he thought in mention it he noticed the extremely rare and calm smile opened so naturally in Logan’s face as he stared something in his phone.

For this reason, for him, the subject on matter was half left aside.

For Virgil, realizing the change on the routine and natural order of the house was absolutely common, small changes happened with small new activities, and the curious aspect definitely was someone who always sought to explore the newest types of knowledge and, due this, for him the things just really began when this change on the routine became… well… routine.

The brain of one on hoodie didn’t waited too much before starting to have the most miscellaneous theories as answers to the not-so-sudden but equally strange change. The hypothesis varied according to his humor, going from it all being Deceit faking being Logan (refuted since both already had been seemed together fighting for the last cup of coffee) to everything being his fault because of his adaptation by the Light Sides, which was the favorite one of that voice in the deep of his mind.

Nevertheless, between all of them, just one hypothesis proved itself as the truth. It was proven on a cold day, the reason why everyone was locked in their room enjoying the warmth from their own beds.

Everyone but Virgil, who already had an almost natural protection (he already accepted the hoodie as part of his own body, it doesn’t matter what the society says.) and calmly headed for the television looking forward to re-watch some movies seeking the references that the last conspiracy theory video he saw said to exist, when his gaze met the shape layed on the couch dropping bubbling giggles.

Logan. Bubbling giggles.

These was for sure two things which didn’t seemed nestable at all, but wow, formed a pretty picture.

So that was it. Logan has an obscure secret. An obscure secret that made him lightly, happily giggle.

(Blackmail, maybe?)

The anxiety’s representation cursed the logic side for being always so respectful about his personal space, his thoughts opinions, desires and almost everything that involved Virgil feeling comfortable, supported and calm around them; because this fact just pushed away any and every evil will to sneaky behind Logan and finally cease once and for all his curiosity.

Consciousness. For that reason, he had to leave the subject on matter aside. But not completely, oh no, never completely.

(~.~)

Logan felt restless. He tapped the fabric of his pants lightly and observed all the landscape, trying to focus on its details and analyze them, seeking for distract his brain off the story he had read the last night, however his mind was always an indomitable spirit when it was referring to this subject. He spent the entire morning thinking, visualizing it, and before he could have a minute for researching about the stars and finally focusing in something else Roman called everyone to discuss in his room about the new scenario that would be used for the special video, which it showed as a proposal practically irrefutable to Logan, who put his obligations above almost every other thing.

- I let the room as a white canvas for we paint it at our desire! - The nomination maybe have been a little too literal, although it didn’t captured the whole essence of the albino forest surrounding the quarter. -   Sure I will be the first who- PANDA COSPLAY, IF YOU PUT ‘WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE’ ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR FOR THE HOLY SWOR-

Logan rolled his eyes for the duo fight, and when his glaze dropped all his body froze, electric goose bumps ran down every inch of his skin, his eyes slightly widening, tense muscles.

The grass around him was beginning to transform, to color itself. From where his feet touched green spirals started to very calmly unfold, as if unaware about its surrounding, including the fright of its ‘creator’.

But, since nothing in life is easy, of course it was not only in color that the grass was being transfigured, but also in shape. The centimeters around his shoes were no longer grass, and yes small green, and as it seemed, extremely soft feathers.

Logan felt blush, nevertheless, more than blush he felt scared… No, ‘scared.’ wasn’t the correct word.

Apprehensive. He felt apprehensive

The rationality’s representation glanced at the others, who fortunately wasn’t paying any attention to him.

He stepped back. The color and feathers followed him, each footprint leaving the place more modificated and colorful. Logan felt his mouth dry. That was a bad idea. An awful idea. He wasn’t supposed to feel that way, wasn’t supposed to have this kind of thoughts. He was the logic, rational, serious, trustworthy, fact-based, not shaken up by feelings side.

Apprehensive. Anxious.

Virgil turned around, letting Roman and Patton chat a little about the scenario to discuss a few option with Logan, since he probably would already have some analysis about the place and more tangibles ideas whic-

His eyes widen.

“Coming here was a mistake. I need to do something. I should…. I should….”

- Logan. Logan. Hey, hey, hey. - He lifted up his glare, allowing himself to look as vulnerable as he felt. Virgil moved closer, their eyes met. - It’s alright. Everything is alright. - His voice was in a slowly, velvety, paused tune. Logan’s muscles slightly relaxed. - There are no problem, ok? It’s alright. We are here. It is we, and we are here at your side.

The one who wears a tie nodded, closing his eyes for a moment and bringing up Thomas’ memories from when he was anxious. He taken a deep breath, always a deep breath.

Breathe in. Hold it for seven seconds.

One…

- Everything is alright.

Yes. It was. It was they and everything was alright.

Virgil finally looked down, seeing what was source of concern for the rational side. The green color began to grow more vivid, more palpable as the spirals increased and expanded, getting bigger and bigger until the divisores lines mingled and they form a only one greenish circle.

Two…

Keep your eyes closed. It is more easier to control myself when my eyes are closed. Focus on the breathing. Focus on the dark. There is nothing to be afraid of.

The movements were bold, precise and calculated. Almost mesmerizing. Now little white particles loosened from the circle that resembled the grass. These particles fluttered in the air for a few moments before starting to stretch and took… a softer, fluffier, delicate shape.

Three…

There is nothing to be afraid of.

Wait. Is those feathers?

Four…

It is they. It is they. It is they. There is no problem because it is they.

A pleasant cold wind became, as if it brought distant news of a coming rain. It was so nostalgic that automatically all the muscles off his body loosen and the sound of small raindrops hitting the treetops became present, even if there was no visible cloud.

Five…

They are family. And respect me, so it is alright. Everything is under my control.

The wind made all the feathers move faster and faster, spiraling around Logan and his concentrated countenance. It was like a little private swirl.

And it spined, it spined, it spined and spined spined spined spined.

Six…

And he could be the aspect responsible for the rationality, knowledge and logic for certain, however it didn’t prevented him to be something more, or to appreciate what he appreciated. It was ok.

It always was.

Patton and Roman’s voices stopped to echo across the room, their gazes finally meeting the peculiar scene unfolding in front of their eyes. They both turned, the attention completely captured.

Seven.

- Logan?

The logic side opened his eyes.

Breathe out.

The swirl exploded consuming everything in a matter of few seconds. Nobody could hear nothing and even less utter some other word. They assumed a defensive pose, arms in front of their eyes and legs tensed ready to run away from any danger; until they realized that wasn’t any real danger. The feather didn’t even touched much their skin, feeling more as a stroke than any other thing.

The sensation ceased. The weather seemed different, colder, lighter, cozier.

And, when they were sure that everything really stopped, that there would be no further transformation, everyone opened his eyes, their breath catching for an instant, as if afraid to spoil the art-  no! Even better… the world around them.

Through all the space white feathers graciously floated to the ground, as little drops of paint in a emerald green that covered the whole grass, which stirred with the calm breeze that hitted it and and lead to green feathers also been released from the said and fly for few seconds before coming back to their original places. Not that it was always possible, since some usually  ended up trapping themselves in the greyish trunks of leafy trees painted in colors that went from pastel to vivids, flashy shades. Small vines decayed from the branches.

Roman stepped forward, curiously touching a pastel one, which wrapped around his wrist, soft as a blanked, each touch leading to electric shivers that made an involuntary smile groom in his face.

The trees were neither too tall nor too high, fact that allowed the cloudy sky been easy seem, not as an anticipation for a storm, but as if it was predicting an pleasant weather either to go out for a wandering or to stay home under the covers catching up on your favorite series. Virgil heard something else, however, he didn’t needed to focus too much before listen the velvety voices came audibles, as if they were brought by the pleasant-scented breeze.

“You are wonderful.”

“Does it tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle?~”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Oh, it seems like someone is a bit ticklish.~”

“Thank you for all your effort.”

“I didn’t even did nothing and already became a blushy mess! Coothie coothie coo!”

“You did a good job.”

“The tickle monster is gonna getcha, getcha, getcha!”

- No! - Logan’s protests snapped everyone out of their trance, causing their eyes quickly find him, who had tripped and now attempted to get away from two floating gloves that mischievously wiggled their fingers in his direction. The huge smile on his face was almost as noticeable in his tune, whose its owner didn’t had any really warm on trying to escape. - Don’t  you dare to approach an infinitesimal cent-ack!! Nohohohohohohohohohohoho!

All the words went in vain, transfiguration  themselves in laugh when the two gloves ignored his warnings and attacked his ribs. Logan let himself lay on the grass, little snorts flying from his mouth as the said struggled to hold back his laughter, but nothing compared to the volume of the squeal that came from Patton’s lips as he processed the scene unfolded. He excitedly bitted his knuckles, don’t waiting a half second before running to the other.

- Logan!! I can’t belive you like tickling!!!

- Ohohohohohohohohohoho nahahahahahHAHAHAHAAHAaha!! - Their fingers started to focus in his hips, reason why the loud squeaks and more uncontrollable giggles leaved his mouth, but the logic aspect used all his willpower to cover his face with his hands, rolling to the opposite side in order to not being able to see the expression which the cat lover gives to him. Part of him relieved for don’t need to hide nothing anymore and part still very apprehensive with what all of this would result.

- Uh huh, sir! - Patton playfully complained, a grin spreading across his face as he sat at Logan’s side, his hands quickly, and very skillfully, meeting his armpits. Logan shrieked before get lost in a laughing sea, removing his hands from his face in a attempt to stop the new pair which tickled him. His face was completely red, the smile almost brighten the room for its light for being so big, his nose wrinkled and little dimples starting to been present. Patton felt his gaze shine, also laughing. - No hiding that wonderfully cute face of yours, mister! I can’t believe that you didn’t told us sooner, Lo-lo! 

- We can all agreed that this is… how would you say it…? - Virgil showed up, discovering to be an impossible mission not smile at the scene. The melodious giggles, yelps and squealing from both sides filled the air. - undeniably adorable.

Unable to explain why, Logan’s laugh increased, his legs squirming when the dad’s quarter got bored from his armpits and now went for his tummy, scratching, poking, squeezing and making his fingers dance through all its extension, which would surely made the mind’s representation curl in a defensive ball, if it wouldn’t the gloves changing its tickles to his thighs, each knead leading to a different squeal.

A thought crossed the one on hoodie’s brain. His smile faded.

- Hey, Patton. - His voice was more serious, a little fearful. - Wait, wait, wait! - He holded his shoulder, slightly pulling him back and making the paternal one reluctantly stop his ‘attack’, staring Virgil with that ‘lost puppy’ eyes, with a Logan behind thanking silently, or as quietly as possible when laughter and snorts unintentionally kept escaping from his lips due two fingers that teasingly scratch the underside of his knees, taking a few sips of air.

- Kiddo, I know you also wanna have some fun, but you need to be patient and wait your turn! -Virgil felt his entire face on fire, especially as Logan turned, apparently interested in the conversation.

- That isn’t it! - Patton couldn’t help but grin with the defensive tune the other used. Virgil frowned and rolled his eyes, his hands gesticulating all over the room. - This situation… It’s too much to show at once. Logan can be feeling vulnerable, maybe even uncomfortable to being exposed like this.

Both turned to the said, worried, alarmed looks. Logan opened his lips, only for a little squeak jump when the gloves started to squeeze and knead his kneecaps, his wobbly arms tried to remove them, but in vain.

- He need a little break… Roman! - The guardian of anxiety drew the other’s attention, who had to break free of some vines before joining the group, his hair a little messed up and with a breathless smile.

- Oh, why do you call , stormACK!! - The prince’s phrase was interrupted when the purple lover grabbed the gloves and tossed them on him, who even tried to fight against the saids, however ended subdued by skills when they found way to his feet. - VIRHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIGIL!! NOhohohohohohOHOHOHOHO!

- Sorrey, dude. - Virgil smirked receiving a sharp, but without any anger in it, glare from the aspect of creativity. It was pretty hard take him serious when the said was squirming and happily laughing, tough.

- Uhuhu. You are evil. - Patton also excitedly smiled, before the duo remembered the previous topic of conversation and turned round to the logic side.

Logan was already sitting, adjusting his glasses and tie, his face still had remnants of the blush so as the smile. Everything got quite quiet, apart from Roman, who still laughing with the tickles. Maybe it was that laugh that gave Logan a bit more bravery to lift his gaze, clean his throat and stare the two side who observed him full of cautelous.

- A-about the previous question, Virgil. - For a moment he wished that the voices stopped their teasing, being promptly answered. Thank you. - I appreciate your concern and the free of judgment reaction of everyone, nevertheless. - “The vulnerability, no, the intimacy doesn’t bother me for the only main fact that it is you all, and I know that I’m more protect in your hands than any other on this vast universe.” - N-no hassle. - At least he could remind and utter something from his lift cards, since his brain didn’t seemed to much helpful on this moment. His face was gonna to melt, he was sure of it. - The sensation of vulnerability just would bother me if the fear of rejection was still present or our intimacy wasn’t yet strong. - Looked away. - The latter situation clearly isn’t the case and the first one… There is no reason to be afraid of. - And shut himself.

- Oh, Lo-lo, you are so silly… - Patton knelt down in front of him, staring in such a tender and affectionate way that for a moment Logan really realized how his fear was irrational. - There is no problem in like tickling. - The smile of the paternal figure increased when notice Logan squirm and lightly blush as heard the word.

- We would never criticize you for something like that. - Virgil didn’t knelt down, but the meaning on between his lines already demonstrate enough. -  Liking is liking. If it’s nothing hurting anyone… - Then shrugged.

- In fact is making good! Now we know what to do to hear your fabulous laugh! - The representation of morality evil smirked, wiggling his fingers, which made Logan instinctively stepped away, seeking help on Virgil, who seemed a bit surprise by his action, but he grinned, grabbing one of the flying feathers and twirling this between his fingers.

Logan stepped some more centimeters away as precaution, little giggles beginning to form between his lips.

- Without to mention that he seems to having so much fun! - Patton pointed to Roman, everyone turning to observe the scene where the aspect of hope and dreams still laughing with the gloves’ attack, which apparently found themselves in the mission of create the most bubbling and snorts almost at the same time by scribbling white feathers on his neck.

- Don’t we should help him?

- Do not worry. - Logan adjusted his glasses, voice stuffed with a slightly playfulness. - I programed the gloves to feel when you want more tickles or not. As long Roman don’t wish anymore tickle there wouldn’t be any of it. All of this ‘world’ works as this.

- I have to admit I’m a bit jealous. - Patton absently commented, taking one of the feather falling in circle moviments to the ground. The creator felt his eyes gloom, an absurd urge to smile taking over his body.

- Is that so, Patton? Well, allow me to help you with this impasse. - and before anything could be answered Logan hugged him from behind, digging his fingers on his tummy and leading belly laughter to explode from the cat lover, who started to squirm almost instantality. 

- THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT WanS’T WHAHAHahahahahAHAHAT I meAN! LOHOHOHOHohohohohohohohohohohoHOHOHOHO! - His laughter were totally filled with high pitched squeals and screams almost as adorable as his personality.

- Oh, but after your attack I believe that is my right to seek revenge. - His whispered words tickled the shell of the other’s ear, who immediately attempted to hide the ticklish spot in his shoulder, receiving a raspberry in the vulnerable side of his neck. - How kind of you to show that delicate point of yours so I can tickles, tickles, tickles, Patton. Very considerate of you.

- NahahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahaha!!! - He stopped to struggle, just lightly squirming and letting himself to be carried away on this moment of playfulness and affection from the other, the teasing painting a strong blush on his cheeks and small droplets started to accumulate in the corner of his eyes. Virgil snorted.

- Don’t think that I forgot you, Virgil. - Logan only glanced the one on hoodie, but that alone was already enough to release cold shivers down his spine, smile starting to rise in his face. Even when the logic side came back to give attention on the victim on his claws his Fight or Flight instincts didn’t stopped to kick in.

Something velvety wrapped around his waist.

- NO! Wait!!! - Virgil tried to dislodge the vine that involved him, turning around on time to see other in light colors happily coming towards him. - I didn’t even did nothing! Let me g-

- Precisely, dear Virgil. You have allowed me to be attacked without lifting a single finger, and I believe that  judicially, this can be termed ‘complicity’. - The soft vines began to curl up around all his body, vibrating as they purred. Virgil closed his eyes and pursed his lips tightly, putting effort for any giggle came out of his mouth. Logan’s expression softened a little. - Do not worry, the pastel ones are responsible for light tickles. - When one found its way to that sweet spot beneath his shoulder blades and camped there the barrier broke, a flow of giggles, snorts, and low yelps flyed from his mouth. Virgil’s legs failed in keep him up and for that reason he ended up being carried, having the sensation that he floated in pure light, soft and unbearable tickles. The smile on his face wasn’t huge, but seemed able to light all the space with its cuteness.

And, for Logan, it was in this exact moment, when the carefree laughter walked and danced through all the room that he spent hours and hours imaginating, that everything started…

… to get really interesting.

[gingywritesimagines]

Mistakes and Decisions (Part 2)

Title: Mistakes and Decisions

Chapter: 1 2

Fandom: Simon vs the Homo Sapiens Agenda/Love, Simon

Pairing: Leah Burke x reader, platonic!Simon Spier x reader

Description: After the Halloween party, you look to start anew, but that proves difficult when the person you’re trying to move on from seems to be absolutely everywhere. It gets worse when one of the friends you seek comfort in has his respect, privacy, and well-being violated in the worst way.

Warnings: cursing, public outing, M*rtin *ddison being his evil self, Simon Spier is sad and that makes everyone else sad

A/N: Part 2 is here! School is back in session and I am crying the gayest of tears- hence why the September chapter is being published now. This part has about as much M*rtin hating as the last chapter so yaaay FUCK M*RTIN. This also puts a lot more attention on the reader and their friendship with Simon, and their transition in friend groups. Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @fandomsneverdie14 @mcoomcoo @tina20213 @berry-kitten-paws @caelestii-e @sims4ccshopingcart

Months after the Halloween party, you had been trying your best to live a blissful, Martin-free life. You’d been spending more and more time with Simon, Leah, and their friends. Bram and Nick often talked to you about lunchtime snacks or soccer- sometimes even asking you if you could come film their practice. Abby would plan girls nights with you and Leah, seemingly determined to have at least one stereotypical, 90s-teen-movie-esque sleepover. Garrett felt a lot safer about hanging out with you, but he would sometimes still apologize for what happened, still feeling like it was kind of his fault. 

Simon was kind and comforting- as always- but something felt off. You’d sometimes notice him slink off into another room, Martin either closely behind or leading the way. You were sorta worried; your first thought on the situation being that either Martin was scheming his way back into your life through Simon, or Simon was dragging Martin away to guarantee he wouldn’t talk to you. Either way you were concerned, but you decided it’d be best not to think much of it, and shook those thoughts out of your head to tune back in to Taylor Metternich’s speech about her Christmas plans.

“-after swimming with dolphins, we fly to Saint Martin for New Years. Anyone else? Christmas in the Caribbean?” 

You rolled your eyes, sharing a look with Simon as you folded yet another play program. Simon chuckled slightly before answering Taylor.

“Staying here. We have a classic Spier tradition of French toast on Christmas eve.”

“I’m staying too.”

“I’m going to an unheated vacation house in the middle of nowhere.” your band friend, Cal Price, groaned, “As is our bleak family tradition.”

Before anyone else could answer Taylor, Martin shot out of his seat, “Ow! Ow! Oh, man. Ow.”

“You okay?” Simon asked, clearly unamused.

“Oh, yeah, that’s a papercut.”

“Overdramatic.”

“Um, Simon, do you know where the bandages are?” he asked, leaning in uncomfortably close.

“Uh, yeah.” Simon muttered, turning back to the program in his hand, “They’re in the supply closet.”

“Okay, do you mind showing me?”

At that question, everyone paused and eyed Martin suspiciously. He’s 17 and he can’t find the damn band-aids himself? Before anyone questioned him though, Simon stood with an exasperated sigh. Martin smirked as he watched Simon lead the way.

“He’s like a nurse, this man.”

Everyone was at least a little confused as they watched Simon and Martin slink off into the distance, but no one said anything for the rest of the day. After that, you noticed Martin hanging out with Abby and her friends a lot more, Simon shooting you an apologetic half-smile as you left to sit with Suraj. You saw minor bits of unaddressed tension happening within that friend group, and you were honestly a little surprised that they made it to the homecoming game together.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Simon called, ushering you over to sit next to Abby on the bleachers, “How’s it going?”

“I’m good.” you smiled, sitting down, “How are you guys?”

“I’m okay.” Abby smiled, leaning the bag in her hands so the opening was closer to you, “Popcorn?”

“Sure, thanks!”

You popped a fistful of popcorn in your mouth as Leah answered your question, “We’re good. Nick and I just came from dinner.”

You almost choked, “Dinner?”

“Yeah, I took Leah out for dumplings. It was a nice date, we had a good time.” Nick answered, “Right, Leah?”

“Yeah, I had a great time.”

Your heart sank at that. You were happy for them, you were, but some part of you was screaming- some part of you was breaking at the idea of Leah going on a date with someone else. You two weren’t joined at the hip, and it wasn’t like you’d told her you liked girls, but that didn’t change the smile that popped onto your face every time she entered the room, or the years of butterflies she never failed to give you...

...before you could ponder any further on the subject, the field’s sound system crackled to life.

“Please stand for the national anthem.”

As everyone stood, Taylor walked up to the platform they’d put down as a stage, “This goes out to all the refugees... and my vocal coach, Monica Lewis. O say can you see, by the dawn's early light, what so proud...” Before she had even finished the first part of the song, the Creekwood mascot ran up to the platform, wrestling the microphone out of Taylor’s hands, “What the hell are you doing?” 

Grabbing the mic, the bear ripped the costume’s head off to reveal Martin, “Hi everyone. Uh, sorry to interrupt.”

“Why are we interrupting the national anthem?” You heard Mr. Worth ask uncertainly.

“But I have something to say... that's a little more important than the national anthem. No offense, America. Abigail Katherine Susso…”

As he said that, Abby squeezed herself between you and Simon, and you could have sworn you’d heard her whisper, “How does he know my middle name?”

“-when you transferred to Creekwood High School, just a short three and a half months ago, you not only transferred into a new school, you transferred your way into a new heart, belonging to me. My heart. Right here. And whether it was being your partner in pong, or your Waffle House warrior, I have cherished the 135,300 minutes that we've spent together. Oh, I'm sorry. 135,301 minutes. And I know that you're this smart, talented, perfect creature. And, uh, I'm just a sweaty schlub in a bear costume. But like old Bogie used to say, it's a ‘crazy mixed-up world.’ So, Abby, without further ado... will you go out with me?”

With every word he said, Abby sunk further and further into you and Simon, but she reluctantly sat up to go answer him. Some random crowd member shouted “she’s too hot for you, assface” as she squeezed her way to the front of the bleachers.

“Martin, I am so sorry, I don’t feel that way about you.”

“You don’t?”

“No. But I really like hanging out with you and I don’t know, maybe we could still be friends, you know?”

“Yeah.”

In that moment, your phone buzzed. As you pulled it out of your pocket, you saw a notification from a walkie-talkie app that Martin had made you get ages ago. You opened the app to hear Suraj’s voice on the other end.

“What did she say? Should I release them?”

“Them?” You asked quietly, “Suraj, does Martin have birds prepared for this or something?”

“Doves, yeah. I have no clue where he got ‘em tho-”

“Suraj.” You sighed, deciding that now would be when you got your revenge, “Release the doves.”

After a couple of seconds, you heard soft gasps from a few places, and Leah was one of them, “Are those doves?”

“No, no, hey, hey! Suraj! Hey! No, no! She said no!” Martin cried, waving his arms wildly, which Suraj took to mean ‘open the other cage’, “No, don't!”

The crowd started laughing as the second set of doves flew away, and you heard Nick mutter to Simon, “Yo, I thought you said she liked him.”

“She might’ve.” You answered, “But the humiliation he just put her through probably ruined it.”

“Not the ceremonious dove launch I was hoping for. But still uplifting to free some birds. Yeah. Okay, uh... Enjoy the game.” Martin was clearly trying to remain positive, but everyone was more focused on Abby’s feelings.

“That was terrible.” She muttered, sitting back down between you and Simon.

“Are you okay?” You asked, suddenly regretting the dove decision.

“Yeah. It’s nice that Suraj released the doves even when I said no. Expose Martin for going way too big for something like this, ruin his moment, save those poor birds.” She smiled at you, but her eyes showed she was kinda uncomfortable.

“Don’t worry.” Simon assured her, “People will get over it in a few weeks.”

Contrary to what Simon predicted, the whole incident had become a massive meme on CreeksSecrets and although Abby hadn’t had to deal with it since a week after it happened, Martin had been mocked online well into Christmas break. However, that wasn’t the worst possible thing to happen over Christmas break. Less than a week before the actual holiday, you logged onto Tumblr and decided to check the school blog, but your heart dropped straight into your stomach as you read the words that first showed up on the screen:

Dear fellow Creekwood students, Simon Spier has a secret male pen pal. Because he's gay. Interested parties may contact him directly to discuss arrangements for butt sex. Ladies need not apply. We should all probably be talking about this instead of Martin Addison's homecoming debacle which was actually kind of sweet, and romantic, if you think about it. Sincerely, Anonymous.

Immediately, you grabbed your phone and texted Simon. You weren’t sure what approach to take, so you decided to act like nothing was wrong.

I just made cookies, want some? :)

You waited for an answer, but two hours later, he still hadn’t replied. You decided to call him, but it went to voicemail.

“Hey, this is Simon. I can’t make it to the phone right now, but you know what to do.”

“Hey, Simon, it’s me. I just wanted to check in. I know it’s barely been a week since school got out but I miss you, buddy. I have cookies, and I, uh, I know you’re having a tough time right now, so please just call me back. I love you, Simon, and I wanna help. Please let me. Okay, uh, merry Christmas. Call me back. Bye.”

You’d placed your call at 8pm, and refused to go to sleep until he answered you- but he didn’t. He didn’t text or call you back all night, and once you realized he probably never would, you took a long nap before getting to work. You got dressed, grabbed the box of cookies off the counter (yes, you’d told him you baked them but you didn’t actually have time for that right now), threw the cookies and all Simon’s favourite things from your house into a messenger bag, and biked your way to the Spier household. Mrs. Spier opened the door when you knocked.

“(Y/N)! Good to see you! How’s your Christmas break?” she cheered.

“It’s good, Mrs. Spier, thanks.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, but, um, is Simon home?” You asked, not meaning to be rude but worrying more about your friend than the conversation.

“Oh, yeah, he’s just upstairs. Come on in.” She held the door open for you as you entered, “I think something may have happened though, he’s been in his room since yesterday.”

“Oh.” You said, acting as though you knew nothing, “Is it okay if I go up and check on him?” 

“Oh, yes, of course, sweetheart. Go on up, just make sure to knock before you go in, okay?”

“Of course.”

With that, you ran up the stairs and navigated your way to Simon’s room, using the vague memory of the night after Bram’s to guide you. Suddenly, a room opened up, and Simon’s sister stepped out, stopping when she saw you.

“Hey, (Y/N), right? You’re Simon’s friend?” she asked.

“Yeah. You’re Nora, right?”

“That’s me.” She smiled weakly, “Are you here about the post?”

Your stance fell, and a solemn silence fell briefly between the two of you, “I’m just here to make sure he’s okay. What he went through- what he’s going through- is terrible, but he shouldn’t have to go through it alone.”

She nodded, gesturing to a door a little ways away from you two, “That one’s his. And thank you, for doing this for him.”

You offered her a smile, and headed straight for Simon. You knocked on the door and his voice very weakly answered from the other side.

“I’ll be down in a minute, mom.”

“I’m not your mom, Simon, it’s me.”

Almost immediately, the door flew open, and a very red-eyed Simon stood practically looming over you, a look of shock and confusion etched on his face. You could tell he had been crying, so you pulled the cookies out of your bag.

“I brought you some cookies.”

With that, Simon visibly untensed, taking the box from you slowly and stepping a side to silently invite you in. You were both silent for a while, just sitting on his floor, until he cleared his throat.

“So, I take it you saw the post?”

“Yeah, I did.” you nodded slowly, “I wanted to come make sure you’re okay. I can’t imagine what I’d do if someone outed me.”

Your friend’s head whipped toward you so fast you thought he might get whiplash, “Wait- Wait, you’re...” there was a pause, as though he was struggling to get the word out, “...you’re gay too?”

“You bet your ass I am, sweetheart.” you chuckled, “Girls? Perfection.”

Simon laughed too, “So you, you can kinda understand what’s going on?”

Your smile fell with those words, “I can’t imagine, Simon. I can’t imagine the pain or the anger or the humiliation that you must be going through.”

Simon frowned at that, staring down at his carpet in defeat, until you put your hand over his, “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to be here for you, no matter what. Wherever this bullshit takes you, Si, I’m there- right by your side.”

“Thanks (Y/N).” your friend smiled, “You’re a really good friend.”

Over the rest of the Christmas break, you talked with Simon almost constantly. You regaled him with tales of your father’s decorating mishaps and your new years adventures with Suraj. He showed you the gifts he’d received and he told you that he still hadn’t talked to anyone else from school; in his defence, no one was making an effort to reach out either. By the time school came back into session, you and Simon were closer than ever, but with his other friends- not so much. You even saw him get out of the car alone when he arrived, so you ran up to make sure everything was okay.

“They didn’t want a ride this morning.” was all he said, but you tried to comfort him as best you could. 

The rest of the morning was a painful blur. Sneers and whispers were thrown at Simon from all directions, but you were the only person who made direct eye contact with him all day. His so-called friends avoided him like the plague, and lunch made it much, much worse. Everything was fine, just you and Simon eating at a table by yourselves, until sudden music came blaring into the cafeteria. Two assholes- Aaron and Spencer, if you remember correctly- came skipping into the café, one dressed normally and one dressed in a wig and scarf (clearly mocking Ethan, Creekwood’s first out gay kid). They got up on one of the tables and started dancing and making obscene gestures, mocking Simon directly but dragging Ethan into it as well. Rage bubbled up inside you, but Simon got up first.

“You have something you wanna say to me?” he roared, marching up to their table, “I said do you have something to say to me?” 

Ms. Albright came up behind Simon, grabbing the speaker that was blaring music and turning it off.

“Hey, Ms. Albright.” The one dressed as Ethan smiled, but his smile quickly fell as her glare hardened.

“Don't ‘Hey, Ms. Albright’ me. We're not friends. You're not gonna braid my hair or paint my nails. Get your ass off the table now! You sweaty, hormonal virgins. You know what? You're about to be suspended for so long, that by the time it's over, you're gonna be the fat, bald, unhappily married, wildly mediocre nobodies you're destined to become.” 

“You can't talk to us like that!” 

“Actually, I can, 'cause I just did. And you know why? Because you're just those two assholes that did that shitty thing in front of the whole school. And guess what? Nobody feels sorry for those assholes, especially me. Now, walk. Mr. Worth's office now. Bye.” 

The boys got off the table slowly, and started walking out of the cafeteria. One tried to get the speaker back from Ms. Albright, but she pulled it away sharply.

“Uh-uh. That's mine now. I'mma sell it. Get my tubes tied.”

“Um, Ms. Alrbight?” you stood, and walked over to her, “May I?”

You gestured to the two assholes as they turned to look at you. Assuming you just wanted to yell at them, Ms. Albright nodded, gesturing for you to continue. You nodded in thanks, walked up to the boys.... and sucker-punched both of them. The entire student body gasped, and at least two teachers ran up to keep you from doing any more damage, but you threw your hands up in mock surrender. You turned around, gave Simon a hug, and started walking to Mr. Worth’s office, throwing your middle finger in the air as you walked out. When you arrived at Mr. Worth’s office, he was initially excited to see you.

“Hey! (Y/N)! Good to see you! How’ve you been? What can I do for you?”

“Ms. Albright sent me.” you said simply, sitting down in one of the chairs across from his desk.

His face scrunched up in concern, “Oh? How come? Everything okay?” 

“Aaron and Spencer committed a small hate crime against Simon and Ethan so I decked ‘em.”

Mr. Worth’s eyes widened, “B-by ‘decked em’ you mean...?”

“I punched them so hard they fell over.” You explained simply.

Mr. Worth nodded slowly, clearly still in shock from both what you did and how casual you were being about this. He said that although violence was never the answer, he understood why you did what you did, and he assured you that Aaron and Spencer would get the punishment that they deserved. He explained that because you took violent measures, he’d have to suspend you for at least a couple days, and you explained that that was fine- you knew the consequences when you took action, and you were prepared to deal with them. You and Mr. Worth agreed on a week-long suspension, and he sent you to get your things out of your locker and make arrangements to get homework while he called your parents. You told Suraj everything, having run into him on your way to your locker, and he offered to bring you your homework while you were gone- also mentioning that he’d seen Simon and Ethan entering Mr. Worth’s office earlier. Deciding that you should check on Simon, and that his meeting with Mr. Worth was probably over by now, you ran out to the parking lot to find him. However, when you got out there, the first thing you heard was Martin’s whiny bitching.

“-I got in a lot of shit for Homecoming, and I wanted everyone to focus on something else, you know? I just didn't think it was gonna be a big thing.” 

“I don't care if you didn't think that my coming out was gonna be a big thing, Martin!” You heard Simon yell, “Look, you don't get to decide that. I'm supposed to be the one that decides when and where, and how and who knows and how I get to say it. That's supposed to be my thing! And you took that away from me. So, well, can you please just get the fuck away from me?”

You walked out around a car to see Simon storming into his car, and Martin standing there, looking pathetically helpless. With a sigh, he turned around, but stood there gawking when he saw you watching.

“(Y/n), I-”

“It was you.”

“What?” he asked, acting nonchalant but clearly guilty.

“It was you!” you screeched, barrelling towards him, “You’re the pathetic son of a bitch who outed Simon! You did this to him!”

“(Y/n), I can explain-”

“Save it, Addison! I cannot believe you!” You screamed in his face, “You manipulate me and abuse me and treat me like shit! You get called out on it so you just toss me aside like a wet rag! You act sketchy for months, then you humiliate the shit out of poor Abby! And when you were too much of a pussy to deal with the consequences of your own fucking actions, you put Simon’s life at risk because you couldn’t take the fucking heat?”

“Hey, hey, hey! I never abused you!” he held up his hands defensively, “And I didn’t know people still did that stuff-”

“What part of ‘save it, Addison’ did you not understand, mother fucker?” You spat. When he became silent, you continued, “You wanna talk so fucking badly, answer me this, Martin: How the fuck did you get a hold on Simon’s emails?”

He looked down at his feet, “I, uh, used the computer in the library after Simon. His gmail was still up. I read a few of them- ‘cause they were just right there- and I, um, I screenshotted his emails... so he’d help me get with Abby.”

Your eyes widened in rage at that, “You what?”

“I-”

“No, no, asshole. You screenshotted the emails of an innocent kid and threatened to out him in the bible-belt of America, if he didn’t help you get with a girl who’s barely known you for three months- as thought that was a better plan than just fucking talking to her- and then you forcibly outed him anyway when your little plan didn’t work out because, surprise surprise, she didn’t appreciate that you didn’t see her as anything more than a piece of meat for you to parade around!”

As you screamed, Martin got defensive, “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds bad!”

“NO SHIT IT SOUNDS BAD, MOTHER FUCKER, YOU RUINED A KID’S LIFE JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE PATHETIC BUT YOU STILL CAN’T KEEP IT IN YOUR FUCKING PANTS!” you were booming with rage now, and you wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole school could hear you, “As if ruining my life wasn’t enough, you had to rope Simon and Abby into this shit too, you selfish fucking bastard!”

“Ruined your life?” He repeated, as though he didn't hear anything else you said, “We were friends!”

“No, I was your plaything, Martin. Just something to manipulate, and use, and beat up on until something better caught your eye and you could toss me to the curb! Then you’d just pick me back up and do it all over again once you lost interest. I was never your friend! I never mattered to you! I didn’t mean shit to you!”

Martin blubbered trying to find a justifiable way to defend himself, “Why does it matter how I treated you? I bet you never liked me anyway!”

“For fuck’s sake, you were like family. I loved you, Martin!”

“You, you loved me?”

“Yeah, I did.” You spat, opening your car door, “Worst mistake of my fucking life.”

You climbed into the car, slammed the door, and sped off- almost running him over in the process. Not that you cared; the world could do better with less people like Martin Addison.

[imagodwithnodess]

Baby sitting- Na Jaemin

Genre: fluff

Word count:1,780

(Your niece's name will be luna because I know everyone does not have a niece and i think it is a cute name)

(y/s/n=your sisters name)

My eyes fluttered open as I felt the weight at the bottom of my bad, I look down to see my gorgeous niece luna crawling towards me. “Hi boo boo,” Isay yawning. I look up to see her mother, my sister, was at the foot of the bed. She smiles at how I play with the baby and how good I am with her. “Can you watch her for a sec, I gotta get ready for class?” she says as she pitty smiles knowing probably don't want to be up at this time. “Sure!”I say making sure Luna doesn't fall off my bed. “ she just got up and she didn't get much sleep so-” “ get her a bottle and put her back to sleep with my magical powers, got it”I said being the silly person I am. She laughs and walks out of the room. I check the clock by my window to see what it says. 8:47 am. I yawn once again and lean over to check my phone. Luna is messing with something on my bed so I know she is fine for now.I see the most beautiful and sweet good morning text of all time from my boyfriend jaemin.I know your thinking shouldn't you be in school well all I have to say to that is……….SUMMER VACATION BABY.!!!

I'm always up early though to help with the baby so I'm used to it.I also no you might be asking “if it's summer vacation then how did she get a good morning text from another teenager?” well jaemin is what you call a…...try hard. No, I'm joking, but he is very good at a lot of things and since he’s an idol he wakes up pretty early. but today is his day off.

I was about to text back when Luna looked at me with a face that said “Ummm are you gonna feed me or nah”I laughed and built up the strength to get up with her and walk to the kitchen.I look in the fridge to see if there is any milk.I find a bottle and put in the microwave for 14 sec, without checking out it back in for another 14 sec.I take it outright as Y/S/N is on her way out. “ thank you y/n, by baby!” she says as she kisses luna and walks out the door. I smile at luna and talk to her like she can speak.I walk back to my room and get my phone before sitting on the couch.I put the bottle in her mouth when I sit down and make sure she's holding it before settling in a comfortable position and getting on my phone. I finally can text back

(Y=you

J= jaemin)

Y: hello love! How are you this fine morning?

J: hey baby, I'm good. The guys and I were going to go to the park today but they got lazy and canceled. How are you?

Y: aww I'm sorry baby, and I'm sitting on the couch with luna, she is super wide awake so it's gonna take meIminute to put her to sleep. So what are you going to do for today now?

J: its okay, and just use your magic baby powers lol. I was actually hoping I could spend some time with you :)

Y: you know I will!! and I would love that!!!

J: yaaay I will be there in like 10, ily

Y: kk ilyt

I look at the clock across the room instead of my phone…..because habit, and see the time 9:02.I look at Luna and she just finished her bottle,I set the bottle down on the tray next to me and start to burp her. Yes, she can burp on her own but I know that if I don't burp her she will be spitting up a lot.I turn on the tv to Disney .jr to give her some stimulation. 10 or 15 min laterIhearIknock at the door.I walk carefully to the door so that i don't wake her up and open it slowly.I see a grinning boy on the other side, which makes me break out into a smile. He kisses me on the cheek and walks in closing the door slowly and quietly As we go and sit on the couch.

“Hi,”I say as we stare at each other “Hello,” he says with that intense stare that I love so much.

He slowly leans in to give me a kiss.I stop and whisper yell  “not over the baby!” he laughs at how motherlyIam with her “I'm sorry Y/N, your just so captivating,” he says with a grin.I try to contain my content as I whisper “ I'm gonna go put her in the pack ‘n play, then we can talk”Isay as I slowly get up making sure not to wake her up.Iput her down with careful hands, then pat her back when she starts to stir. Once she is deep asleepIstand up straight and stretch, my back slightly hurting.I look to the door feeling eyes on me,I smile and chuckle a bit seeing jaemin just shaking his head almost with a “how….just how”I shrug my shoulders like “I guess I'm just that good”.  We tiptoe out the room and crack the door. As we walk to the living room, i turn into the kitchen realizing how hungry I am.

I turn to jaemin  “you want some cereal?” “yes please” he says happily.I chuckle at how giddy my boyfriend is.I pull out two bowls and am about to start pouring the cereal when jaemin stops me. “ wait baby you eat like a bird why don't we just use one bowl” he says smiling down at me. At this point, he is so close that my cheeks are very hot, thanks to my dark skin you can't tell.I lean up and kiss him as I wrap my arms around his neck and he places his hand on my waist. We stay that way for about 3 minutes,I think it was that strawberry lip bomb I used that made him stay there for so long.I lean away and look at him, his eyes are still closed though he's smiling the biggest smile, he opens his eyes and says “how did I get so lucky?”I laugh and put my feet flat on the ground again.

I then pour the bowl and we sit at the breakfast bar. We sit there with 2 spoons and end up using 1. Im telling him all these things while waving MY spoon in the air. He's just looking at me nodding and laughing at my jokes, as he eats and feeds me every now and then with HIS spoon. We get to the bottom of the bowl and decide to go sit on the couch.I look at the clock and realize it's almost 11.I talk to him and listen to him talk while I put things out for luna to play with and be entertained by. Like clockwork,I hear a little girl being very fussy at 11:02.I get up and so does jaemin and we go to the room where she is sleeping.I see her small but somehow big head through the net of her bed.I walk over to her “ hi boo boo, did you have a good nap? Did you have a good nap?!” the second time I say it weirder as she starts smiling.I walk over to jaemin and turn her to him “ *gasp* look who it iiiis its uncle jaemiiiin” she starts smiling knowing who he is.

“Hi gorgeous” he says mesmerized at her cuteness. We all go to the living room and placed her on the floor with us, “can you get the bottle from  the fridge and heat it up for 14 seconds then take it out and shake it up another 14 seconds please?” he looked at me with a straight face and I laughed “ just get the bottle out the fridge and I will walk you through the steps.” he nods and gets up to go to the kitchen get up as well realizing I don't want to be yelling across the house. We heat up her bottle and sit down on the floor. “ Y/S/N is gonna be home in 30, then we can go get snacks and have a movie marathon, how does that sound?”I ask smiling at him. He grins and says “a movie marathon with my favorite Hershey's kiss??”I chuckle at the corny nickname he gave me, “i would love that” he says as he kisses me for all 2 seconds before we feel luna climbing on us. We look down and she straight faces us….then starts laughing, we both burst into laughter and kiss her all over her face. Y/S/N gets home and swoops her up, as she greets jaemin with a hug and thanks me with a hug as well.

As we are in the store getting snacks jaemin out of the blue says “ ya know, you are gonna be a great mom one day”I chuckle and respond with “yeah but i'm gonna need a partner otherwise I will lose my shit” he laughs and says  “yeah thats what im for”I look at him and he is looking back at me with those eyesIlove and we lean in for a sweet kiss. We are suddenly interrupted by an aw from a group of friends somewhere in their 30’s we pull apart and jaemin turns beat red and double over in embarrassment.I laugh and lean on his back rubbing it  “you 2 are the cutest!” one of them yells high pitched. jaemin to embarrassed to look up doesn't respondIlook up “thank you”Isay laughing. jaemin stands up straight and starts laughing, we start to walk to the cash register, buy our things then head to the car. On our way home while the music is playing I start to think about the conversation jaemin and I had before we kissed. ‘Parenting with jaemin huh?’I look over to see him sing his heart out acting like the crowd is in front of him. ‘Doesn't sound too bad’

[backtothestart02]

Drabbles - Prompt 12

A/N: It's been forever and a day, but I'm finally getting back to fulfilling old requests. This one was much longer than I expected it to be, but it's under 3,000 words, so I'm still allowing it to be considered a drabble. ;P Enjoy!

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta'ing. :)

PROMPT : Barry and Iris take the twins shopping for toys. They can speak now and they gasp seeing their daddy and uncle Ollie everywhere. They run off to the section and pick out the toys. Then they show them to Oliver. The twins like the Power Rangers more than him. -TheFlashFanatic13

The peace and quiet was so nice. Snuggled up against her husband, her nose pressed to the soft cloth t-shirt covering his chest, his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close as their blankets warmed every part of them from neck to toe, Iris never wanted to wake up. She’d already emerged from deep sleep to that in between space, but she willed herself not to move beyond that. If Barry wasn’t opening his eyes and stretching his legs beneath the covers – as was his morning ritual – neither would she.

However, she neglected to remember Barry Allen was not the only being in this household who had the ability to force her awake.

With a loud bang their bedroom door swung open and hit the wall.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

“Daddy! Mommy!”

“I’m up, I’m up.” Barry snapped to attention, sitting up in their bed.

Iris groaned, sticking her nose into her pillow and covering her face with her hands.

“No, too early,” she grumbled.

But their darling twins paid no heed, determined in their struggle to lift themselves onto the bed and crawl over to their parents.

“Daddy!” Dawn giggled as she jumped into her father’s arms.

“Hey, beautiful girl,” he cooed. Iris wondered how he could possibly be so cheerful at this hour.

“Momma?” Don crawled towards her, hopeful.

“Oh, whoa, buddy, Mommy’s trying to slee-”

Barry reached to stop him, but Iris knew her time was up. She removed her arm from her face and sat up to face her son, who was looking quite concerned by her lack of involvement.

“Come here, baby boy,” she encouraged, a soft smile on her face.

Hesitantly Don came closer until she could reach for him and set him in her lap. She pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Is Momma sick?” he asked, pressing a hand to the side of her face with a sudden smack since he couldn’t reach her forehead.

She grimaced some, but she was still smiling. She took his hand and kissed it too, holding it gently in her hand.

“No, Mommy isn’t sick. Mommy is just tired.”

“Store?” Dawn asked, seated in Barry’s lap but looking at her mother intently.

Iris’ lips parted. “Oh my God…” She locked eyes with Barry. “I forgot.”

“No store?” Don asked, his bottom lip trembling.

Iris looked down at him.

“No, um…of course we’re going to the sto-”

“Iris, I’m meeting with Oliver today,” Barry interjected. “It’s important.”

“So is this!” she insisted, to which he delivered a look. “It’s not my fault you also forgot.”

He sighed testily.

“Bring him with us,” she suggested.

His jaw dropped, but she didn’t correct herself.

“You’re serious.”

“Dead serious. There’s a food court on the far side of the store. We can have lunch there afterwards, since I’m sure the kids are eager to get some toys – like we promised.” She smiled through her teeth, ruffling her son’s curls.

“I suppose I could as-”

“Great! We’re going to the store, kids!” she cheered, suddenly full of energy.

“Yaaay!” the twins cheered, clapping.

“And guess what?” she whispered conspiratorially.

They leaned in, eyes glued to her, eager to hear what she was about to say.

“Uncle Ollie is coming.”

“Uncle Ollie!” They cheered and clapped again.

Barry rolled his eyes and set his daughter onto the bed next to his wife and son.

“I better give him the bad news.”

He grabbed his phone and started to head out the door, pausing at the entrance to catch Iris’ eye which was smug and gloating. He shook his head at her, but then smiled and left her with a wink just as Oliver answered the phone.

“Hey, Oliver, change of plans…”

…

The store was bright, beautiful, huge, and with children running rampant all over the place. Oliver’s eyes widened on seeing the place. Barry and Iris needed a moment or two to adjust, but they could hardly afford more than that as their two rambunctious children were eager to join the bunch.

“Remember what Mommy said,” Iris reminded, somewhat strained. “No running away where we can’t see you.”

“And no leaving the store without us either,” Barry added sternly.

Don and Dawn appeared to not have heard them.

“Hey, kids.”

The two stilled at Oliver’s deeper voice. They turned and looked at him, shocking Barry and Iris into silence.

“Listen to your parents.”

“Yes, Uncle Ollie,” they said, looking down, ashamed at themselves.

Iris glared at him.

“I think we had it covered, Oliver,” Barry said.

Oliver said nothing.

“Frightening them is hardly a solution to the problem,” Iris practically hissed.

“I didn’t frighten them,” he barked back. “I just-” He stopped, sighed, and looked past the judgmental parents.

“What?” Iris dared, but a simple nod of his head let her and Barry know their kids had run off. A sigh escaped her lips, and she went after them with the shopping cart. “Don, Dawn, don’t run off,” she pleaded. To her relief, the two rascals hadn’t turn the corner when Iris caught up with them.

“You’re not going to follow?” Oliver asked, looking amused and very judgy.

Barry was not so amused.

“I know you’re not thrilled with the meeting place, but could you not question our parenting skills?”

To his surprise, Oliver actually looked a bit ashamed himself.

“I’m sorry, Barry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s all right.” Barry brushed it off. “Come on, near the back is a quiet area with some tables and chairs. We can talk there.”

Oliver nodded and followed his friend to the back of the large store.

…

The little rascals were never far ahead of her, Iris reminded herself. Or, rather, they didn’t turn the end of the aisle until she almost reached them. Truly she should just be grateful that they’d remembered their rule before leaving the house to never use their speed in public – save that for when they get older and decide if they want to be superheroes or not, she’d decided.

If it were up to Barry, they’d already have their super suits ready – and for all she knew, her husband had secretly schemed with Cisco to make that happen – but she was determined to let their children have a choice in the matter. Even if she had to constantly distract her husband with her smokin’ bod whenever the topic came up and he decided to get really passionate about it. She knew he could get just as passionate about other things; they could both enjoy the experience if it was about her.

All this aside, she was grateful when the twins came to a stop in the middle of the next aisle. And truly, a complete stop. They didn’t move. Iris turned to see what they were staring at before the logical side of her brain went out the window in favor of full-blown concern.

“Whoaaa,” Don said, wide-eyed, mouth hanging open.

Dawn gasped. “A whole wall of Daddy.”

Iris bit her bottom lip, unable to repress a smile. It certainly wasn’t the first time they’d seen an action figure of the Flash. It was however likely the first time they’d seen so many of him in one place.

Suddenly Dawn dashed farther down the aisle – using her super speed for just a second before coming to a stop. Luckily, the woman passing by the aisle they were in didn’t come into full sight until after the quick flash of red lightning had vanished. Whew.

“Look, Donny! Uncle Wally is here, too!”

The woman passing by slowed down some to furrow her brows inquisitively. Iris briefly panicked and walked over to where her children were as normally as possible.

“He dresses up as Kid Flash every year for Halloween.” The woman raised her eyebrows. “And their birthdays, and other…” The woman walked away entirely. “…events,” Iris finished lamely.

She was just about to gently scold her children for revealing so much, even if it was pretty harmless and likely no one would believe them even if they did insist their family members were the superheroes displayed in great numbers in this aisle. But then Don briefly used his own speed as well to go to nearly the end of the aisle and snatch one of the few remaining figures of a different kind.

He turned to look at his sister with wide eyes and a mischievous grin. She nodded conspiratorially, and he darted away. Dawn quickly grabbed a couple other boxes before following.

“No speed, guys!” Iris called, following them quickly and relieved that at least they weren’t using their super speed again.

Finally, the two slowed right in front of their Uncle Ollie and Barry.

“Look what I found, Uncle Ollie!” Don said, smacking the box down on the table. Oliver blinked. “It’s you!”

Some surrounding patrons looked inquisitively towards them.

“Right…” Oliver forced a laugh when Barry’s attempt to shush them fell on deaf ears as they stared at their personal Green Arrow for his reaction. “That’s…me.” He cleared his throat.

Dawn turned to her father.

“Daddy, we saw you too! A whole wall of you!” she exclaimed, wide-eyed and delighted.

“Yeah?” he asked, a smile on his face at his daughter’s joy.

“Must be due to that subway save from the other day,” Iris said, walking slowly over to them and standing beside her husband and children. “The Flash is in demand,” she practically purred.

Don and Dawn were oblivious to the suggestive undertones, but Oliver was not.

“Christ,” he muttered under his breath, “There are kids here, Barry.”

Barry broke the heart eyes he’d locked on his wife to look at him and raise his eyebrows.

“I’m aware, Oliver.”

Dawn popped up on Barry’s lap and he held her securely.

“You going to get that one, bud?” Oliver asked Don who still clutched the Green Arrow box in his hand. He was going to get some sort of win out of this situation. “Not your dad?”

Barry and Iris glared at him. The exchanges were harmless, but it was best not to tempt fate.

“Uh-uh.” Don shook his head.

Oliver’s brows furrowed. “No?”

“We have lots of Dad at home,” he said, then turned to his sister. “These are what we want!” He reached out his hand, opening and closing it greedily.

Dawn looked at the two options she held in her hand and gave him the one that least appealed to her – and luckily, Barry thought, most appealed to her brother.

Don shoved the box in his Uncle Ollie’s face.

“Oh. I see.”

“Power Rangers!” Don declared. Dawn giggled from her side of the table and nodded enthusiastically when Oliver looked over at her.

“We’ve been wanting them forever!” she declared, throwing her arms wide open and accidentally dropping the box on the floor in the process. “Oopsie.”

Iris bent down and picked it up for her daughter, sharing a pointed look in addition to the toy. Be careful.

Dawn looked away briefly. Yes, Mommy.

“So, Power Rangers are better than the Green Arrow, huh?” Oliver asked, not without a little bitterness on his tongue.

“The best!” Don declared.

“Not better than Daddy,” Dawn scolded on a hushed whisper. Don turned to look at her, slightly ashamed. “Or Uncle Wally.”

“But better than Uncle Ollie,” Oliver muttered under his breath.

Iris broke the minor tiff between the adult and two children.

“Why don’t you guys go with Daddy to buy the toys at the check-out. Then come back here and have lunch.”

“Okay!” The two kids said excitedly, Dawn hopping off her father’s lap.

“Here you go.” Don pushed the Green Arrow toy towards Oliver as he dutifully grabbed his dad’s hand – Dawn doing the same on the opposite side – and walked with them to the far side of the store.

“Thanks…” Oliver responded glumly, though the boy was already too far away to hear.

Iris smiled smugly to herself and stepped closer to the secret superhero sitting at the table. She watched her husband and her now obedient children as they walked towards the check-out.

“Look at that, guess they do listen to us sometimes. Maybe we are half-decent parents.”

He sighed. “Iris, I never meant to imply-”

“I’ll get lunch,” she said, walking away towards the food court section of the store. “Bring them over when they come back, would you?”

He nodded. “Sure.”

“Great.” She smiled brightly.

“Out of curiosity…just how many Flash toys do your kids have?”

Iris stopped, unable to help herself and strutted back to where Oliver was sitting. She pulled out her phone, found the picture she was looking for, then turned the device around and showed it to him.

Oliver’s jaw dropped.

A pile of Flash plush toys, some sprinkled over their bed, some of Kid Flash too. Even a couple rare edition Jesse Quick ones. Then a whole assortment of action figures spread across their dressers, and their blankets, bed sheets, and pillow cases were decorated with lightning bolts and the Flash.

“So, they…like the Flash,” he said reluctantly.

Iris was going to gloat again. She really was. But when she thought back to how affectionate Barry was with their two kids and how fiercely he protected them, her heart melted.

She responded softly in return, “They adore him.”

Oliver met her eyes in recognition.

“Any…Green Arrow toys by any chance?” he asked hopefully but also, resigned.

“A couple,” she assured, the smug smile back. “But they don’t play with them much.”

He chuckled and nodded. “Of course.”

“I’m going to get us lunch now.” She couldn’t stop smiling. In fact, her smile widened till it was stretched across her face.

“I’ll bring them over when they get back,” he said with a sigh.

“Glad you could make it, Oliver.”

“Yeah…”

She laughed and left him. He stood up and watched as the two Allen kids collected their toys after Barry had paid for them and jumped up and down excitedly. Barry watched them with such love Oliver was almost envious, even though he could definitely relate.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to join the Allen family for lunch after the meeting at the toy store.

*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.

[hinasouda]

saimota prompt: warmth

it started snowing as i was writing this :0 is this a sign??

saimota / fluff / 2.8k / no despair / snow day

[AO3 link]

Shuichi woke up, bleary-eyed, to his phone buzzing repeatedly. It rattled to the edge of the table and almost fell off.

When he unlocked it, he found a dozen messages in their class group chat. Photos streamed in of Kaito, Maki, and Tenko on their morning run, wrapped up in scarves and big coats. The entire field was white with snow. Looking out the window, Shuichi saw snowflakes still gently falling past.

Kaito’s final message was a blurry candid of Maki, glaring at the camera. It said: ‘come to the park if u want ur butt kicked!!’

Grinning and rubbing sleep out of his eyes, Shuichi got up to find his gloves and boots.

*

The park was layered with at least four inches of snow. Students were coming out of their dorms dressed up in wintery clothes, buzzing to enjoy the rare snow day that was given. As Shuichi arrived, he spotted Kaito and a few other classmates rolling huge snowballs along the ground.

“Hey!” Kaito waved him over. He was wearing a beanie hat and mismatched gloves.

He greeted Gonta, Tenko, and Tsumugi, who were offering the giant snowballs to a twirling Angie. She claimed that she was going to build some beautiful, Atua-inspired snow statues, and Shuichi agreed he was looking forward to it.

Even Ryoma and Himiko were out, though half as energetic, they seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere. Rantaro was taking pictures of everyone for his blog, and Kiibo was barely able to move in the layers of jackets, coats, and fluffy scarves he was wearing.  

“Shuichi!” Kaito jogged up to him. “When was the last time we had a snow day, huh? Let’s make the most of it!”

He smiled at his friend’s enthusiasm. “What do you have planned?”

“I thought we could a snowball fight with everyone later. And Kirumi said she was gonna bring hot fudge brownies for after!”

The idea of a mass-snowball fight made Shuichi a little nervous, but Kaito was obviously excited for it.

“Well…we can help Angie with her sculptures for now.”

“Alright!” Kaito threw him a thumbs up, then leaned an inch closer. “Oh, and watch out for Kokichi. Don’t let him sneak up behind you with any snow.”

Despite the cold, Kaito radiated warmth as he leaned in. He paused for a moment, holding a breath, skipping a heartbeat. He had to get this crush under control.

“I’ll keep an eye out.”

When Kaito returned to the others, Shuichi immediately missed that warmth. He must’ve shown something on his face, as nearby Rantaro waved his hand with a sly look. Shuichi flushed, shook his head, and went to take a walk around the park.

*

Some time later, Angie had crafted two lifelike snow-people with such detail in their features, Shuichi thought the falling snow was going to disfigure them in minutes. Gonta was in the middle of building a snow-beetle, which was a smooth lump of snow covered in leaves.

The rest of the group had shown; Kaede had a coffee in each hand, following Kirumi with her tray of brownies; Miu was barely dressed for autumn, visibly shivering, but seemed to be enjoying herself anyway; and Kiyo had settled on a bench with a book, content to watch.

Shuichi watched as Tenko became Kokichi’s first victim. He was sure that Tenko would’ve heard Kokichi’s snickering, as he crept up behind her with a handful of snow. But she was too focused on her conversation with Himiko.

Her high pitched ‘eek!’ made Shuichi jump out of his skin. Kokichi stuffed the snow down the back of her jacket and ran, cackling all the way. Tenko’s expression was scary as she gave chase.

“If she catches him, Ouma may die,” Kaito said solemnly.

Shuichi laughed. “I hope he’s fast, for our sake.”

They kept running, chasing, dodging between Angie’s sculptures and unsuspecting classmates. They were both fast, but Kokichi was starting to pant, while Tenko hadn’t broken a sweat. Kokichi slowed to a stop and brought his hands up.

“Wow Tenko, I’m sorry, okay? I’ll let you hit me with a snowball for free. Come on, make it a good one, and we’ll call it even?”

She stared him down, then gathered a nasty-looking snowball. Himiko turned away, muttering, “I can’t watch.” Rantaro grimaced but pulled up his camera.

Once the snowball was launched, Kokichi did an acrobatic dive-roll. Strategically placed behind him was Ryoma, like the Archduke Ferdinand, the snowball clocked him on the head, knocking his hat clean off.

By now, everyone was watching. Tenko’s eyes went from blazing fury, to pure terror.

Ryoma picked up his hat and brushed it off. “So that’s the game we’re playing…”

“R-Ryoma! That was, uh, totally an accident. I mean, Kokichi–”

There was no mercy left in the ex-Tennis player. He was ruthlessly quick, and his swing was strong enough to knock most people out. The snowball shot like a cold bullet, missing Tenko’s head by mere centimeters.

“I’ll give you five seconds to run.”

Everyone scattered.

*

The simple, fun snowball fight Kaito planned became much more like a war. The park was a battlefield of barricades and trenches, with three teams plotting their moves.

Before Shuichi could really pick a side, he’d been pulled behind a snow barricade by Kaede, with Tenko, Himiko, Tsumugi, Rantaro, and Angie. He saw Kaito duck behind the opposite side. The next time he saw him, it’d likely be in battle.

With Tenko scouting, Angie and Kaede drew up the plan of attack. Himiko would stay and supply the ammunition from the safe zone, with Tsumugi laying cover fire from a distance. He and Rantaro were the frontline (or ‘meat shields’, as Tenko explained), for the other girls to try and knock down the enemy lines.

Of course, they also had to distract the neutral team. Wandering in the no man’s land, Ryoma and Maki carried their weapons, ready to aim at the first thing that moved. Gonta stayed outside as well, apparently immune to snowballs.

“So I’ll go and try to convince Maki to join us, while you and Tenko go with Rantaro and Shuichi, and push as far across as you can. Destroy as much of their walls and ammo as you can, got it?”

Kaede made a convincing leader, and Shuichi found himself getting fired up. If he saw Kaito out there, he wasn’t going to hold back. Everyone pitched in to make a final batch of snowballs before they set out.

“Wait - do you hear that?” Tenko hushed everyone and peeked over their barricade. “Someone’s coming.”

Before they could ask who, a quiet voice called out. “I come in peace! Take me to your leader!”

“Get lost, Kokichi!”

“Aww, man. I have juicy secrets from the other side of the field, but I guess I’ll take them to Ryoma instead…”

“Deserter! Why are you even here?” Tenko hissed at him.

“Those guys didn’t give me an exciting role, so I’m snitching! Isn’t that obvious?”

Rantaro and Shuichi shared a glance. This couldn’t end well. The team looked between each other, ultimately falling to Kaede. She shrugged.

“Might as well hear what he’s got to say?”

“Yaaay!” He hopped over their defenses and planted himself among the team. “You guys are gonna need a lot more snowballs. Miu’s installing an automated snowball flinger inside Kiibo, and Kirumi’s gonna bribe Gonta with sweets.”

“Great. Now what are they actually planning?” Rantaro asked coolly.

Kokichi pouted. “Alright, one of those two things is true. I wasn’t listening to anything else Kaito was saying, so I have no idea what they’re planning!”

It took a full minute for Himiko to convince Tenko not to bury him alive, let alone raise her voice. Meanwhile, the others came up with a back-up plan to intercept Kirumi, and discussed what kind of tactics Kaito would come up with.

“Shuichi, you know him best - what’s his game?”

“Well I can’t say for sure…” Shuichi was thankful that the cold disguised his pink cheeks, “I think he’d make the first move. I mean- he’ll rely on aggressive maneuvers to catch us by surprise. We should be careful, even here.”

As he finished explaining, a hefty snowball cracked into the barricade behind him. Tsumugi yelped and Kokichi took off running with a laugh.

“Th-they’re coming! Remember your stations, people!” Tenko narrowly dodged another snowball as she peeked over the wall.

A battlecry tore across the field. Shuichi grinned, adrenaline pumping for the first time in a while.

*

Kaito charged over the trench, scanning his eyes across the park.  His team seemed to be following his plan for the most part, half splitting off to distract and recruit Gonta. The rest had begun their assault. He threw another snowball towards where the opposition were starting to react.

A head popped up near where the snowball impacted, a familiar hat searching for the source. He made a ‘come at me’ gesture at Shuichi, who stared blankly at him for a moment. Was that too far…?

Then Kibo and Miu’s flank chased the rest of Shuichi’s team out of their barricade, a series of shrieks and loud laughs turning the battlefield into chaos. Kaito lost track of Shuichi as he dodged a volley of attacks from both Maki and Angie. He was easily caught up in the spirit of competition, returning fire, and throwing some fighting talk.

As the two teams fought, snowballs were launched from every direction. The walls crumbled, Angie’s statues became fodder, and before long, it was every man for himself.

Gonta and Himiko retreated to build a safety igloo, defended viciously by Tenko. Korekiyo and Maki soon lost interest, and Kirumi was none too happy when Kaede came out with a bruise on her forehead. Ryoma remained undefeated.

Kaito was crouched behind a snow lump and cherishing the last of Kibo’s ammo stockpile. He was breathing hard, creating puffs of fog in the cold air. With all this running and messing around, he could barely feel the cold - if anything, the snow stopped him from overheating.

He heard a light laugh nearby. Footsteps crunching on the other side of his cover. Kaito grinned, scooped up a snowball, fully expecting Miu or Kokichi trying to get the drop on him.

“It won’t be that easy, y’know,” Kaito spun round, aiming his shot- “Shuichi?!”

The moment he hesitated, it was over. Shuichi was beaming with a pure happiness, throwing Kaito so off-guard, he earned a snowball to the face. He staggered, sputtering, throwing his snowball at Shuichi halfheartedly.

“I expected more from the Luminary of the Stars.”

“You-! What-, damn, Shuichi!” Kaito brushed snow out of his beard. “Is this how it ends? My sidekick turns against me?”

Shuichi tossed his snowball in the air and caught it. “Any last words?”

He was too giddy to respond. Shuichi’s shameless smile was so cute, long lashes resting on bright pink cheeks, sugary snow dusting his dark fringe. His eyes were alight with a surprise competitive streak.

“Wh-whaddaya say we team up? You and I can take out the rest, easy!”

Shuichi seemed to consider his request, rolling the snowball in his hands. Kaito put his hands up in surrender and took a couple hesitant steps towards him.

“Hey…Shuichi… We’d make a great pair, right?”

Kaito worried for a second when Shuichi’s gaze dropped, cheeks getting redder. He held his breath. When Shuichi looked back up, his eyes went wide.

“Behind you Kaito!”

In an instant, he turned around, finding Kokichi dual-wielding snowballs with a sinister grin. He ducked, throwing himself behind the snowbank. As he went, he grabbed Shuichi’s hand and pulled him with him. One of Kokichi’s shots flew over their heads.

Kaito squeezed Shuichi’s hand, their faces inches apart. “Knew you’d have my back! Now go and get that bastard.”

Shuichi nodded wordlessly, lingering in Kaito’s warmth for a moment longer.  He squeezed Kaito’s hand back in a rush of affection. Then Kaito stood up, waving his arms at Kokichi and yelling. His hand felt cold without Shuichi’s.

“Hey! Over heeere!”

Taking the signal, Shuichi made a dash for the flank.

*

Everyone was frozen and exhausted by mid-afternoon. They went back to the college common room, ushered by Kirumi’s promise of hot chocolate and freshly baked cookies. Scarves, hats, gloves, and boots were abandoned at the doorstep. Kibo spent five minutes unwrapping, and everyone’s skin was dusted pink after coming in from the cold. After some chilled out music, chatter, and sweets, eventually the group started dropping back to their own rooms.

Due to the limited supply of blankets, Kaito had absolutely insisted that Shuichi share a space, curled on the couch beside him. There was still a decent distance between them, but Shuichi felt himself leaning into Kaito’s ever-present warmth. Over time, the distance slimmed, but Shuichi was sure he hadn’t moved at all.

The room became a much smaller group of friends by evening. Shuichi was dozing, barely keeping himself awake; Kaito, Kaede, and Kokichi were arguing over music taste; Rantaro and Maki finished off the snacks, sharing glances when someone said something dumb.

When he woke up, Shuichi had no idea how long he’d been sleeping. His head was leaning on Kaito’s shoulder, a spot that was so warm, soft, and comfortable, that he didn’t want to move. Only when he realised where he was did he sit up, face flushing.

Shuichi became acutely aware of his space, of Rantaro and Maki catching his eyes, and Kokichi snickering from behind a cushion. The conversation carried on as normal, but Kaito was pretending he hadn’t noticed. He had to be.

He yawned dramatically, planning his escape. “Well, I should probably head back. I’m getting kinda tired…”

“How can you still be tired?” Kokichi frowned at him. “You’ve been asleep for three hours now.”

“It was like two minutes,” Maki interjected, saving Shuichi from a heart attack.

“Ah…all the more reason to call it a night…”

He stood up and said goodnight to everyone, missing Kaito’s blanket and body heat with a shiver down his spine.  Kaito was unusually quiet, only offering a smile and a nod as he left. Shuichi’s heart sank. It looked like he’d made things awkward between them now.

*

When Shuichi left the room, Rantaro threw a cushion at Kaito.

“Hey! What was that for?”

Rantaro rolled his eyes. “You spend all day giving him gooey eyes, he falls asleep on your shoulder, and you’re just gonna let him walk away like that?”

“You’re breaking my heart right now, Kaito,” Kokichi whined.

Kaito rubbed his temple, looking for Maki and Kaede for help. Maki shook her head and Kaede pointed at the door.

“Go on. Or I’ll never forgive you.”

He hesitated for a moment longer, then without looking back, he jumped up to follow Shuichi.

*

Footsteps filled the corridor but Shuichi didn’t dare turn around, until he heard his voice behind him.

“Shuichi.”

Kaito sounded a little more serious than his usual tone. Shuichi put on a sheepish smile.

“Hey. Sorry about earlier, that was pretty embarrassing…”

“It’s fine, man, I don’t mind,” Kaito gave him a thumbs up and a grin. “My shoulders’ always here for my sidekick.”

Shuichi didn’t meet his eyes. “Yeah… Thanks, Kaito. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Alright!” His enthusiasm fell into the quiet corridor, creating an uneasy pause between them, before Shuichi turned to leave.

“Damn it– wait, Shuichi! I should be the one to know that communication is the most important thing in a team. Especially between friends.”

A breath caught in Shuichi’s throat. He waited for Kaito to continue, too nervous to reply, the heat of swirling emotions in his chest becoming sickly.

“So we should talk. Cuz you’re my best friend, and I wanna make sure everything’s good between us.”

“Everything’s fine.” His voice was quiet enough that Kaito almost missed it.

Kaito stepped towards him, concern on his face. “You sure?”

“Yeah. Why would anything be wrong?”

They held each other’s gaze for what felt like a minute. Kaito searched Shuichi for any hint of truth, for any reason he was keeping himself at a distance. Shuichi returned it with stubborn refusal. Kaito sighed.

“If you say so, then I trust you. I’m here for you if you need me, alright?”

Shuichi nodded, tearing his eyes away from the taller man. As soon as he figured out whatever he was feeling, he could talk to Kaito. For now…

“I had a lot of fun today, with you, and everyone else.”

“Yeah!” Kaito beamed, “It got kinda crazy, but hanging out with everyone was the best thing I could ask for. I’m, uh, really glad you had a good time.”

“Me too. Let’s do more stuff like that,” Shuichi mustered a smile to match Kaito’s.

“I’ll let you get some sleep. Message me if you need anything. See ya tomorrow for training!”

They parted ways - Shuichi spending the rest of the night thinking too hard, and Kaito going back to his room without facing the others. It snowed again during the night, but neither of them noticed.

[thanks for reading!! please like/reblog if u wanna, send me more prompts, oh my gosh, it’s 5am already, sorry for any mistakes]

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What Do You Want? (YoonaxFemale Reader)

Girls’ Generation YoonaxFemale Reader. Angst. Smut

Anonymous: Can you please do a YoonaXfemale reader scenario where you were hurt by yoona in the past and you try to get back at her? Angst with a little bit of smut please.

Note: This is my second scenario YAAAY! thank you so much for reading this. Anon wanted a little bit of smut and I think I might’ve overdone it a bit.

Word Count: 2,651 words

Warning 18+ content

You were sitting right beside Yoona in a circle along with your friends in their living room.

“Honey” she playfully said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Honey?” you asked with a puzzled look. Its been about a year since Yoona broke up with you. It wasn’t a clean breakup. She had a hard time committing to the relationship because she doesn’t like the feeling of the restriction it comes with. It meant that she could only date ONE person at a time. The relationship was suffocating her, especially with your clingy personality. In fact it was the second or third time you’d seen her since the breakup.

“Boo” she replied back with her infamous aegyo as she slightly pushes you on the shoulder. She had always been a flirt. Yoona knows that its hard to resist her charms especially with her good looks.

“Yes, bae?” you flirtatiously responded. You played along with her antics rather than ignore it because everyone was having fun and you didn’t want to be that person who ‘killed the vibe’ as your friends would call it.

“Wait, are you two back together” Yuri asked. You profusely shook your  head side to side.

“What’s going on then?” Taeyeon turned her body towards you two.

“Nothing. I just wanted to greet an old friend of mine” Yoona said with a sly look on her face.

Your friends decided to play a modified version of ‘Would-You-Rather’ which involved alcohol. How it works is that you pick a card and ask a would-you-rather question. You first give your answer, then everybody else in the room picks their own answer. If the majority of the people in the room opposes your answer then you take a shot. You don’t like the game because of the bias opinions it involved. But the others love the game for a couple of reason. One: it involved alcohol and two: despite the hangover everyone had fun.

“Anyway. Taeyeon” Sunny tried to get everybody’s attention back to the game.

“Would you rather get a rash from a poor bikini wax job or have an entire eyebrow accidentally waxed off?”

“Well” Taeyeon paused as she thinks through the question.

“Taeyeon just get your entire eyebrow accidentally waxed off because you have none to begin with. It’s a win-win situation” Sooyoung joked which had the whole room laughing their ass off.

“Think about it you have nothing to lose” Hyoyeon teased.

Taeyeon was a good sport and couldn’t help but laugh along because there’s some truth to it. She has to draw in her eyebrows every day and without them it would look like her eyes are floating.

“You’re right, I would rather have my entire eyebrows waxed off” There was no need to take a vote as everyone agreed to it.

“Okay my turn!” Tiffany excitedly exclaimed.

“Oh! this one’s good” Taeyeon commented as she picked a card up from the deck.

“Would you rather go through a whole day with a very visible panty line or with lipstick stain on your teeth?” Taeyeon wiggled her brows with a smirk on her face as she finished asking the question.

“I would rather have lipstick on my teeth throughout the whole day” Tiffany playfully slapped taeyeon on the shoulder.

“Boo! That’s not what we want to hear. I guess you’ll have to take the shot” Taeyeon said as she grabbed the shot glass filled with peach flavoured Ciroc and handing it to tiffany.

“Wait ‘til everybody votes before you give me the shot” Tiffany glared at Taeyeon as she put the shot glass back in the middle of the circle.

“To the people who want to see Tiffany with lipstick on her teeth put your hand up” Taeyeon asked the whole room. Yoona, Sunny and Seohyun raised their hand up.

“It would be pretty funny. Tiffany’s the type to make sure her makeup is always on fleek” Yoona giggled.

“Now the ones who want to see Tiffany with a very visible panty line throughout the whole day. Raise your hand up” Taeyeon already had her hand up in the air way before she finished her sentence. Yuri, Sooyoung, Hyoyeon and you raised your hands up.

“Well I think it’d be hot if you were to go through a whole day with a visible panty line” you commented while trying to imagine her with it.

Everyone was quiet after you made the comment aware that you had a mental image of Tiffany with a visible panty line.

“Perv” Tiffany blurted out and everyone laughed.

“Well that’s 3 against 4. We all know that more than half of the people in this room are such pervs for you” Taeyeon commented while glaring at you. You shrugged your shoulders and gave her the you-asked-for-it look. Everyone started singing ‘Shots’ by LMFAO which filled the room with a bunch of fist pumping in the air and little dance.

“SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! EVERYBODY!”

Tiffany took the shot then made a face. “I definitely am sticking to girly drinks”

“You’re next!” Tiffany pointed at you as she sets the used shot glass on the floor and grabbed another card from the pile.

“Would you rather be in a relationship with a totally submissive partner or a totally dominant partner?” Tiffany read the card out.

You didn’t reply right away because you wanted to really think about it. “You’re the type to be dominant” Yoona said with a dissatisfied look and pout on her face. As soon as you heard Yoona’s comment you faced her and took your index finger right up to her lips with a seduction look written all on your face.

“Shh” you hushed her while everybody laughed at your unexpected action.

“Yeah, you’re the dominant type!” Tiffany agreed.

“Alright. Alright. I do like being in control. There I said it” you answered in defeat.

“Oh but I know you like it” you teased Yoona. She turned red although she doesn’t usually get shy at little comments like that.

Almost half of them agreed to your answer which meant you didn’t have to take the shot. A pink phone started ringing in the midst of the game. Tiffany picked up and told everyone to pause the game as she had to take the phone call.

“Well I’m hungry” Sooyoung stood up from her spot and started making her way to the kitchen.

“Me too!” Yoona also stood up. They weren’t called hungry hungry hippos for no reason. She had asked you if you wanted anything but you told her that you were good. She followed right behind Sooyoung, Hyoyeon and Yuri.

“So do you plan on getting it tonight?” Taeyeon had asked you as she sat beside you.

“I don’t know. I’m nervous because its been awhile since I have done IT with her”

“What?!” Taeyeon replied with a surprise tone.

“How can you be nervous? Do you atleast remember what she likes?” Taeyeon continued.

“No. I barely remember anything. We barely did it”

“Are you two really plotting on getting laid tonight?” Sunny said in disbelief.

You failed to notice that Sunny was there the whole time.

“No” Taeyeon replied. “Just this person right here” she said pointing at you. But Sunny was so done with both of you that she had to walk out. You two had waited til she was completely gone to avoid getting judged.

“Just ask her what she wants” Taeyeon suggested.

“That’d be so awkward and I’d seem seem like a noob”

“Do it the way I do it. I sweet talk first with a little bit of skinship here and there. Playfully kiss her on the neck then…BAM! I’m in her pants” Taeyeon gave her two cents.

“Ah! I remember now. She barely moaned which was frustrating!”

“Maybe you’re not doing a good job” Taeyeon said.

“Oh heck nah!” you exclaimed out loud. Loud enough for everyone in the house to direct their attention our way. Both of you awkwardly smiled and got right back into your conversation.

“What are you up to?” Yuri questioned with a smirk on her face.

“Well she needs to get back in the game. The game of you know what” Taeyeon winked at Yuri.

“With who?” Yuri curiously asked as she wanted to share her own way of getting the you-know-what.

“Yoona” Taeyeon replied.

“I’ve got an idea” Yuri said while an imaginary light bulb lit on top of her head.

Everyone was now asleep and tired from the party. Tiffany and Taeyeon slept in their room. Sunny and Sooyoung took the guest room because they were too drunk. Everyone else went home.

You and Yoona had just gotten back from a convenience store to fulfill her hunger. Your little sleeping area in the living room had been set up by your kind friends. You both slipped in a king size sleeping bag and just sat down to talk for a little bit. Yoona was talking about how her day went but you on the other hand was breaking into cold sweats unsure of how to complete mission impossible. “Hey!” Yoona said as she snapped her fingers in front of you face to get your attention. “You haven’t been listening to anything I’ve been saying” Yoona said with a pout on her face. It put a smile on your face. Nobody can beat Yoona the aegyo queen.

“Sorry I got caught up in my thoughts” you said with aegyo before you kissed the pout away.

“What’s more important than me, huh?” Yoona was still a little bit upset. This perfect looking human being was facing you and you couldn’t help but spurt out the truth.

“Us” you said as you reached out for Yoona’s hands but she froze then diverted her gaze.

“Tell me… what are we?” It was a question that had been playing in your head on repeat ever since she had started flirting with you again. After we you dated, you both went on and dated other people. But only today did you notice the spark once again.

You gently turned her head towards you, then stared at her beautiful deer like eyes. You slowly inched closer to her face and you both closed your eyes as you passionately started kissing each other. Your hands grabbed her waist and directed them onto your lap. She was now straddling you but your lips never pulled away.

Memories flashed back. Painful memories which caused you to pull away from your kiss. Memory of the time you had found out that she was cheating on you. It was a painful memory that slowly converted into anger. Anger because of the past and Anger because she still hadn’t replied to your question.

“Strip” you huskily whispered into Yoona’s ear. You didn’t have to tell her twice; Yoona removed all her clothing while she was still straddled on your lap. You brought Yoona’s body closer to yours and began kissing her neck; nipping and sucking as your love marks turned to a shade of red. She moved her head back to give you more access to her neck but you stopped.

She looked at you confused but started kissing you on the lips once again but this time she had brought in her tongue. You were surprised because last time you made love you were two innocent teenagers who knew nothing. Yoona definitely proved to you that she was no longer the innocent Yoona you dated. She was now a woman with experience. A woman with so much to offer.

You also wanted to prove to her your gained skills from experiences. You lifted her up and laid her down on the floor; covered yourselves inside the sleeping bag. You were now on top of her and took this chance to stare at her passionately.

“What do you want me to do?” you asked her but once again all Yoona had given you was a confused expression.

“Tell me what do you want?” you asked again but this time you reached down to her folds and teased her. You had fun with Yoona’s breast, sucking at it and licking the nipple slowly. Yoona’s one hand gripped onto your back, her nails dug onto your skin leaving a mark. A mark stating her territory. The pain hit you and you stopped what you were doing. “I want you” Yoona said almost in a moan, staring at you. With that statement you grazed her clit teasing her even more and started licking her wet nipples in a circular motion again. Yoona was growing impatient, her body and her mind wanted you to give it to her already.

“Just do it already!”

You did what she requested because it turned you on so much to see her beg; you were in total control. You excitedly inserted your finger in Yoona. She was so wet and warm. You pumped in and out repeatedly. Yoona moaned as you added in one more finger in her slowly.

“Fuck” she yelped out as your pace started to quicken. Yoona enjoyed it so much that she wanted more. She also couldn’t help herself from swearing. It was so unlike her to swear. This time she arched her back, her eyes closed and she was now breathing heavy. She was letting out small moans because she didn’t want the others to find out. When you felt the walls start to tighten, you pulled out from her. You didn’t want it to end quickly.

But Yoona was not happy, she aggressively grabbed your head forcing it down to her core. It was a sign of wanting you to eat her. Despite your wish to be the dominant one, you had obliged this time. You were slowly sucking her and flicking your tongue. She was already dripping so wet.

You had licked her juice and got your tongue in and out of her. She was once again moaning and her back arched with pleasure. You kept your hand busy with her breast, playing with it. She was on the verge of coming again. So you had to stop. You didn’t like the fact that she would get off so fast when you just started. You moved up and kissed her. You were making her taste her own juice. She started licking your lips and biting them.

“Why?” you said from each breath you took.

“Why are you doing this now?” you had to ask as emotions started to build up within you.

“I don’t know” was all you got from her. The anger you had felt earlier came back. You immediately inserted your finger in her again. This time not caring about being gentle. Just doing everything for your own pleasure. She started moaning but this time you tried stopping it with your kiss as you continued pumping.

Pumped harder and harder until she moaned inside your mouth. The pressure in Yoona’s stomach was starting to build up and her legs started shaking. The thought of her coming soon made you pump faster and harder. You had felt the friction between your skin and your sweat drip down.

Finally she had spilled everything. You pulled away from her and laid down beside her. You didn’t want to face Yoona because you were scared she was going to abandon you again. But Yoona rested her head on your chest and hugged you.

“That was really good. But I’m still upset that you couldn’t listen to me talk about my day but you don’t seem to have a problem listening to me moan” she laughed. You weren’t in the mood to laugh along with her so you pretended to have dozed off. It wasn’t fair that she was making you go through these emotions and feelings all in one day. You knew that this isn’t serious. She was never serious.

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The Trees Have Eyes: Chapter 4

New Characters

Chapter 3

A/N: Yaaay, here it is! I’m sorry that this took so much longer than expected. I want to thank everyone for their kindness and patience, and I really hope you enjoy this chapter :D ♥♥♥ We’re finally back in Beacon Hills for this part (what could go wrong, right?) and the madness definitely begins now! 

Translation:  None.

Warning: A little swearing and images of violence.

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Here you go.

You make it back to Beacon Hills in record time, pulling into the front parking lot just as the sun is beginning to set on another day. Chris slides from the front seat--clearly in a hurry--and Kira and Isaac share a look that's hard to understand. They follow though, leading both you and Noori towards the hospital entrance. The front doors swing open on their hinges much too easily, and you all rush in, spreading out among the startling amount of people in the waiting room. It's just as busy as the one back home--frantic hospital staff weaving in and out between patients, desperately trying to find room for everyone. 

Isaac collides with a young nurse, who you think could very well be a trainee, and the paper cup in her hand tips, steaming liquid splashing over the rim and against the sleeve of his jacket. She squeaks and begins to stutter in alarm--something sounding like a half formed apology--before she's called away by a tall, goateed doctor with a tired expression. The nurse scurries away through the crowd and Isaac grimaces as he shakes out his arm, the strong smell of coffee wafting up in the air.

"Whoa, can't say I missed the crazy around here." He mutters bitterly.

Kira clamps a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, and Isaac shoots her a greatly un-amused look. It takes effort to hide your own amusement, and you look around you for Noori, wanting to see her reaction. But you quickly find that she's disappeared among the panic. You scan the faces around you for her, troubled gaze landing on a young teenager instead. She's slumped against the wall through a gap in the crowd, near a few vending machines in the open waiting room, and straightens casually when your eyes meet. You freeze, as you take in the frosty blue of her eyes from beneath the hood of her gray jacket. 

Like Carter, you think miserably, The boy who believed in superheroes. The girl slowly lowers the hood, her hair shaved on one side of her head,  a row of gold piercings lining the outer shells of her ears, and she grins. The smile is smug and off-putting, a knowing twitch of her lips that terrifies you--a shock of cold air enveloping your skin. A hand on your shoulder makes you jump, and you tear your gaze away to look at Kira, her expression concerned.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

You can feel Isaac looking at you too, and you glance back to see the girl had vanished. You swallow thickly.

"I...it's nothing."

It's easy to avoid their curious stares by focusing on Chris, who's just a little ways ahead of you all. He's reading the text on his phone again, the one from a 'friend' he'd grunted offhandedly--though you think it might be more complicated than that--judging by the way he broke at least 20 major traffic laws to get back into the city. Much sooner than you expected. His eyes dart quickly across the screen before he slips it back into the pocket of his jeans. He surveys the confusion around him, and then turns to the three of you, gesturing with a tilt of his head towards the elevators at the end of the hall.

"This way." He mouths.

Chris ushers you inside quickly, ducking his head to avoid eye contact with  a passing doctor who drifts past the closing elevator doors. He jabs the button for the lowest floor of the hospital, hand falling to the back of his jeans and underneath his jacket--where you're very sure a hidden handgun sits, tucked into his waistband--as the elevator jerks and then begins to descend. Kira slips out her katana from under the jacket you'd leant her in the parking lot, sliding it partially from its case as she steadies herself. She steps forward to widen her stance, leaving you partially behind her. 

The elevator reaches the basement floor within seconds, Chris reaching out to hold down a button with his thumb--on the very bottom of the panel--to keep the doors closed. Isaac stares attentively at the shuddering metal doors, shoulders squared as he towers over you, eyes flashing gold in the dim light.

Sandwiched between both Isaac and Kira, you curiously look up at him, body tensing as a strange feeling brushes against your skin like a breath of wind--a presence you feel as though you should seek out, an almost familiar echo of energy just out of reach. Somewhere just beyond the elevator doors. It's a warmth in your chest, a hand clamped around your heart as it tugs you forward, fingertips pressed into the flesh at the back of your head. Your skin tingles there, as you take a small unconscious step forward. 

Chris tilts his head to glance at Isaac, and the werewolf next to you moves from his frozen position, body relaxing slightly and golden eyes fading as they dart to look at the older man. Isaac nods. You realize that he had been listening for anything potentially dangerous and you wince, disappointed in yourself for not doing something similar.

The doors open when Chris finally lets the button go, his hand drifting away from his hidden gun, and he's the first to step out into the deserted hallway. It's much quieter down here, the air dense with chemicals strong enough to make you heave in revulsion. Then you hear the struggling--bursts of growling, the smell of rot and blood, and the underlying scent of something canine and warm. 

You notice there's a spicy edge to the air too--something you'd learned very quickly meant two things--especially after coming in contact with more than one were-creature, and just within days of each other. It was something werewolf. And something angry. You hear a fiercely thrumming heartbeat through the noise, and another two rapidly beating rhythms--including a scent of something smoky, like a campfire--that indicated at least three other people down here. You glance at Isaac to see him listening again, his head tilted, lips curled in disgust when he breathes in the mixture of scents. You watch him piece together the same conclusion you had just come too, a sharp glint in his eyes.

The sounds of thrashing and snarling rises, enough that you're sure Chris and Kira can hear it now too, and their focus snaps towards a door at the end of the hall. Kira draws her katana fully from its sheath, slinging the empty case around her neck and arms. She spins it over the back of her hand in a quick flourish as if testing its weight, before letting it hang at her side. She looks between you and Chris then, mouth in a hard line. 

Chris takes the lead, with Isaac on his heel, and hurries to where the sounds are echoing from. Within seconds you all burst into a room lined with metal drawers on one side, metal trays and tables with instruments on the other--a morgue, you think with a queasy flutter in your gut. And the commotion becomes quite clear, as you all stare at the scene in the middle of the room.

There are two people trying to hold down an animalistic, freaking out figure, his body stretched out against the surface of a bare gurney. It's a boy about your age, with glowing yellow eyes and light brown hair that's tousled with what smells like gel and sweat, the beginnings of stubble shadowed along his jaw and chin. He's an average height with a lean, athletic build, dressed in a black v-neck, jeans, and white sneakers--the soles and edges of which are splattered with mud. 

The first person you turn your attention to is a woman standing at the boy's feet, who's struggling to hold the shaking limbs down, but losing her grip on them every time the boy kicks up in protest, twisting his body in a way which makes you nervous that he's about to break in half. She seems to be in her early 40s, with warm brown eyes, and long, curly dark hair. She's dressed in pink, pastel coloured hospital scrubs and a gray cardigan, a small pendant on a gold chain necklace swinging out from underneath her shirt when she bends over the boy and gets a hold of his legs again. There's a strength to her that you marvel at--a bravery as she stares down into the furious eyes of the figure on the table--determination in her expression, even as the boy snaps at her in a wild fit of panic. You wonder how often she's had to deal with things like this, in order to appear so calm now. More than once would have been enough for you.

The second person is a tall, muscular, young man with green eyes and dark brown hair, dressed in a deputy's uniform; a collared beige shirt and matching pants, dark boots, the head of a thick, black, portable radio strapped to his shoulder, a seven pointed golden star on the left of his chest, and a glinting gold name plate on the right. He's young for a deputy--strong and unafraid of the gleaming pointed teeth inches from his limbs--and seems much more worried about the situation itself. His own teeth are clenched as he presses down harder on the writhing figure's shoulders, the boy's body slamming back against the metal surface of the gurney. 

The strength surprises you, and you begin to think that he has a good enough reason to be unafraid. His eyes are the first to lift away from the figure and meet your gaze as Kira shuts the door to the room, and there's a strange flash of confusion in them as he truly takes in your presence. You feel the prickling sensation too--the tug on your subconscious as though you're supposed to know who he is, but can't quite remember his name, the smell of smoke stronger here as it rolls off him in waves. He shakes himself free from the intense staring contest after a few seconds, his eyes flitting to either side of you to see who else had come. He seems to recognize Chris and Kira immediately. The woman looks up now as well, her gaze jumping to Chris without hesitation.

"Oh, thank god. I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost." She says breathlessly. Her expression flickers from relief to surprise when her eyes trail over to Kira and Isaac, before the expected confusion settles in once her gaze reaches you. Chris draws her attention away though, when he casually steps towards her and the gurney, his smile adorably fond. "Have a little more faith, Melissa." He responds, voice just the tiniest bit softer than you're used to hearing. She smiles back, her eyes lighting up at the subtle edge of teasing in his tone.

"In you? Always."

Okay, that was awfully sweet, you conclude looking between them. Definitely not just friends. Isaac cuts in before anyone can say anything else, eyes narrowed as he watches the boy on the gurney--who begins to clutch madly at the edges of the table, his tight grip leaving indents in the metal. "What the hell." "It's beginning to feel like it." The deputy mutters in reply, adding a little more weight to his hold, the visible muscles in his arms flexing from the strain. "I should know." He adds more quietly, eyebrows raised as though he'd only been  meaning to speak to himself, and hadn't meant to say that last part out loud.

Chris takes Melissa's place at the boy's feet, when she gestures to the only open metal drawer from the wall of cold chambers--the sliding table usually meant for a body. It's already extended and littered haphazardly with vials and glass containers, which are filled with what looks like herbs and liquid medication. Among them are also a stethoscope, a strange black cylinder, a white ceramic bowl full of a paste that smells strongly of something sweet like honey, and a silver tray lined with disposable needles. 

She plucks the bowl from the mess--along with a tiny spoon you hadn't noticed until now--and retreats back to her patient, stirring the contents inside vigorously. She scraps out a clump from the side of the bowl, and with confident movements, begins to smooth the sticky paste over the painful looking sores scattered up his right arm. As she works, Melissa's eyes flick up towards Isaac, a motherly fondness in the way she smiles at him--gentle and delightedly warm. "Well, look at you." She begins, eyes darting from his feet to his face, her words edged with a quiet kind of humor--not over the top or too obvious, a comfortable one you'd usually reserve for family or close friends. Like an inside joke that's easy to understand with just one look. "I didn't even think it was possible, but you somehow got even taller."

Isaac chuckles despite the strange situation and steps closer to the rocking gurney, lifting his arms and glancing down at himself with a small smirk. "Did I?"

Melissa grins, "Welcome back." "Kira?" The deputy questions next in disbelief, when the girl standing next to you moves to follow Isaac, drifting closer to where he's still hunched over the trembling boy--terrifyingly close to his snapping fangs. She merely flashes him a tired looking smile. Melissa has moved up to the wounds on the boy's neck by now, her eyes trailing over to Kira, then to the katana still hanging by her side.

"Reunions all around today it seems. Hi, Honey." Melissa says with a kind smile--that fragment of earlier surprise and curiosity, that you remember seeing upon first entering the room, glinting again in her gaze--and Kira returns the smile gratefully. It seems that they all know each other--in some way or another--and without realizing it you begin to feel just a little left out at the obvious history between them all, awkwardly hanging back from the others. Chris tightens his hold on the boy's ankles.

"Tragedy has a way of bringing people together." He grumbles wisely without looking up. Melissa rolls her eyes, tilting her head in amusement as she glances at him.

"Lighten up maybe?"

Kira seems a little shy due to the brief--but intense--attention, nodding in turn at Melissa and the deputy. "Ms. McCall. Parrish. It's been a while." She peers down at the boy then, and you timidly approach the gurney, squeezing in between her and Isaac to get a better look at him too.

The first thing you notice is that his face isn't exactly human anymore. He has a ridged brow above his sharp glowing eyes, a short line of course hair down either side of his jaw line and defined pointed ears, long curved claws, and a permanent, ugly snarl etched into his expression. It twists up his face in an angry display of aggression--a partially shifted form between man and beast. It honestly terrifies you, but not in the way you expected, when you had first learned of a werewolf's true transformation. It wasn't the boy and his new, more dizzying, features. It frightened you that this is what you could become, if you ever completely lost control of yourself, or finally did what you'd been avoiding for months--embrace it. What would you become then? 

You take a deep breath and push your fears down, wishing them away so that you can focus more clearly. And the next thing you notice is that the boy seems to be in immense pain. He has the same symptoms of the rotting flesh you'd seen before--colourful bruising and flaking skin, and deep open wounds--but what startles you are the thick black veins running up the length of his arms and into the tendons of his neck. There are layers of old and new blood--so dark it's practically black--painted down his chin and chest as though he's been hacking it up continuously. It looks like he's been to hell and back.

Kira pales at the sight.

"What's going on? Is that--"

Melissa nods, "It is."

"I found him while out on a call and brought him in." Parrish explains, flinching at a small sputter of that dark fluid that adds to the mess on his chin, coating the boy's teeth in blood.

"And he's getting worse by the minute." Melissa adds, sighing in frustration at the increasing jerking and convulsing of his body. Her eyebrows are drawn together as she thinks, looking to Chris with a troubled expression. You realize that the sweet smelling paste must not be doing its intended job.

The boy arches his back and tries to surge up, lips pulled back over his teeth as he snarls. The echoing sound is gurgled, the sharp points dripping with saliva. His golden eyes are practically on fire with rage, but glazed over with a dazed look of panic that tells you he has no idea where he is or what's happening. Melissa swears harshly under her breath when he stares her down, lunging to snap at her face with a growl. 

She's just out of reach though, jerking away in time, and Parrish pulls him back down against the gurney's surface with a grunt. Kira throws out her free arm in front of you, forcing you to take a few steps back, and lifts the katana up to get a better grip on the hilt. Melissa hurries to return the now useless paste to the cold chamber sliding table, making eye contact with you as she takes a syringe from the silver tray and a half empty vial of clear liquid.

"Hi there, I don't think we've met before." She says casually, stabbing the point of the needle through the top it, and drawing out a large amount of what you hope is some sort of sedative. You shake your head, unsure what to say in response.

"Uh, no. I...I'm (Y/N). I'm kind of new--to all this."

She nods in understanding, flicking the body of the syringe to release any trapped bubbles. "Melissa McCall." She offers as a quick introduction, straightening the boy's flailing arm with a small smile. "Not so new."

And with that, Melissa sinks the needle into the inner crease of his elbow, pressing down quickly on the plunger. The boy has an immediate reaction--howling out like a wounded animal, twisting and arching away from Melissa and the syringe. Chris' grip on his legs is loosening dangerously, and Isaac jumps in to help. He slings an arm across the boy's knees so that he's facing Parrish, pressing his forearm down with enough werewolf strength, until he's completely pinning down the boy's lower half. Isaac leans in with his full weight and growls in warning at the boy, trying to get his attention--but it doesn't do much. Chris nods at Isaac gratefully though, turning to Melissa as he begins to pant in exhaustion, struggling to keep the boy in place.

"How long has it been like this?"

"Weeks." She answers without hesitation. You look between your new friends, wondering if you should ask the question that's been burning on the tip of your tongue, and you touch Kira's arm to get her attention. Her gaze darts to you expectantly and you vaguely gesture to the figure of the boy, leaning in to whisper.

"Who is he?"

Kira casts a glance down at his face, a flutter of indecision in her expression--as well as a shadow of resentment that surprises you, especially after seeing such a kind personality in her--as if she's not sure what she should tell you exactly. She looks up to see that the others are watching her with varying degrees of hesitation--including Isaac, curiosity lacing his features at the sudden change in the room's atmosphere. Finally, Kira turns back to you, knuckles white on the hilt of her katana. "His name is Theo," She simply states. "He's a Chimera."

"Not a very friendly one." Parrish cuts in, fingers curling into the fabric of the boy's shirt for a better grip.

"More like psychopathic." Chris adds. You arch an eyebrow at Kira, "Chi--what?"

Melissa is quick to explain, depositing the empty syringe back on the silver tray. "It means he has genetically spliced DNA--at least two or more sets. Those being a werewolf and were-coyote."

"Oh." You say in shock, staring at her in confusion.

Is that what you'd become after waking up under the tree? A Chimera? You wonder fleetingly, feeling a little optimistic that you might finally be close to understanding more about your recent supernatural change. Were you two parts of a whole?

"How did he get like that?" You question more eagerly, wanting to piece together if it was at all possible. Chris doesn't seem to think so, his expression knowing--like he'd been following the same flow of thoughts. He shakes his head at last, but answers your question anyway--briskly and straightforward.

"The Dread Doctors."

Isaac purses his lips at the strange name, eyes lifting to the ceiling like he's desperately wishing to be anywhere but right there. "Why don't I like the sound of that?"

"It was...they experimented on kids from the high school." Kira clarifies uneasily, an obvious twinge of sadness in her eyes that Isaac seems to understand. He goes quiet, eyes dropping to study the fabric of his jacket in an attempt to avoid her gaze. Parrish clears his throat to speak, the sound barely audible above the continuous symphony of sharp growling and violent struggle--the jolting sounds punctuating the air of the enclosed room--as well as the whining of the shuddering metal gurney.

"And a lot of people lost their lives." He says softly.

There's a lull in the conversation, and Melissa is pressing two fingers to the inside of Theo's wrist. She stares at her watch, trying to feel the rhythm of his pulse, all the while looking increasingly frustrated. You can hear it from where you stand--a hammering heartbeat that sounds as if it's about to break free from his chest at any moment. And you see the change in Theo's body before the others, the way his limbs lock--straight and taught--and the widening of his eyes until they bulge. You don't have a moment to warn them before his back snaps up and arches off the gurney's surface, a deafening roar ripping through the room. The metal cold chambers rattle in the shockwave, and the fluorescent ceiling lights spark, exploding from the force of it. 

You clamp your hands over your ears just as the others do,  and they release Theo's limbs in alarm, stumbling back from the gurney. Tiny pieces of glass shower down upon you, and you shake the fine glass dust from your head and clothes, staring as Theo remains arched for a few seconds before flopping back against the surface again, the force of the thump making you wince.

He's back to rolling around again, unable to get any sort of comfort from the pain racking his body, and moans out into the dark that settles over the room. Isaac's golden eyes begin to glow in the darkness and he scans the room, two dots of light hanging like ghosts. Then two other sets appear, both of them orange and bright--from where Kira and Parrish stand. You find you're not very surprised about the deputy, and you wonder if this means that he's also a Kitsune. Isaac merely glances at them and then hurries around you, hand gently brushing against your upper back as he passes and heads for one side of the room. 

He finds a mobile surgical light on a set of wheels and drags it over to the gurney, leaving it at Theo's head. There's no verbal exchange between Isaac and Kira, but they seem to have had some sort of conversation in the time it takes for them to switch places. Isaac retreats to stand next to you and you peek around him to watch, as Kira lifts her hand up to touch the hanging bulb. Arcs of pretty blue electricity dance across the glass in waves of energy, and then the bulb flickers, electricity snapping in the air before it comes to life.

So cool.

It offers a little spotlight of brightness, and Melissa thanks her with a smile, adjusting the head of the lamp to shine directly down onto Theo's face. His features are pinched in agony, skin damp and heated. The glowing sets of eyes fade as everyone circles around the gurney again--Chris, Parrish, and Melissa on one side, leaving Kira, Isaac, and you on the other--closest to the door. Melissa shakes her head in defeat, and Chris places a hand on her lower back in some semblance of comfort, as she stares down at her patient in frustration.

"I don't know what else I can do for him. I've tried to sedate him and use the nine herbs for his wounds, but it's not exactly taking." She explains, wiping away a clump of paste she'd applied earlier with her thumb, exposing one of the smaller wounds of Theo's arm to better see the extent of it. "They're not surface level."

Kira looks thoughtful as she watches Theo's stuttering breathing, gaze scanning the length of his body. "Maybe we need to calm him first." She offers. Isaac plants the palm of his hands on the metal surface, leaning onto it with a sigh.

"How are we supposed to do that?"

"You're a werewolf." Chris reminds him, sweeping a hand over Theo's form before mimicking Isaac's position--leaning forward to stare him down, eyebrow arched as though he were daring Isaac to refute his logic. "He's basically a werewolf. Try to connect with him, tell him to calm down."

"I'm not an Alpha." Isaac counters sourly, his jaw clenched. Melissa reaches out across the gurney to touch his hand, curling her fingers around it.

"You don't have to be." She sternly tells him, waiting until he's looking back at her. And then she smiles, bright and full of certainty--a mother reassuring a son. "You just have to act like one."

Parrish has to quickly reach for Theo's shoulders again, as the boy begins to writhe more violently in another bought of panic and try to sit up, pinning his top half to the gurney's surface with a look exhaustion. "I hate to ruin the moment, but...can we hurry this up a little? Please?"

Isaac hesitates, seeming uncertain how to even go about calming down an angry, panicked wolf, but he steps closer to be near Theo's head regardless. He takes a deep breath before gripping Parrish's wrist, gesturing for the deputy to let go and move back. Parrish pauses, evaluating the situation with a quick flick of his eyes, and then nods, slowly loosening his hold. The second Parrish's hands leave Theo's shoulders, the boy bursts up into a sitting position--staring down Isaac with a venomous growl. 

Isaac stands his ground, peering into Theo's face intensely, and flashes his matching glowing eyes. He narrows them, squinting hard at Theo, but the boy simply snarls without much care, and abruptly lunges for Isaac's throat. But Isaac is faster, striking the boy with a hard blow to the face. Theo inhales sharply in shock as his eyes roll back--a gruff snort that almost makes you laugh despite the horrible state he's in--and he slumps back like dead weight against the gurney, completely out cold and finally still. Melissa's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Well that works." Isaac shrugs and shakes out his hand, not sounding at all apologetic. "I panicked."

Melissa looks amused, hunching closer to Theo in order to check his condition. She pulls up the lids of his eyes, to see them move in a REM like state under the light of the surgical lamp--as if he had begun to dream. It's then you happen to look down at the metal surface of the gurney--at the shadow of Theo's body cast along the left side of it, closest to you. It's different than it should be, malformed as though it's a melting picture, the paint bleeding as it collapses in on itself--rippling like smoke.

Fuck.

How can you help him now?

Your chest feels tight at the sight, heart jumping in fear, and you're more than sure that Isaac heard it, his eyes darting to you immediately. You grip Kira’s bicep, leaning into her as you stare down at the strange shadow amalgamation.

"Kira--look. Can you see that?" You say quietly. She follows your gaze and blinks in surprise at the new development, the grim expression on her face telling you that she understands exactly what's happening.

"It's attached itself."

Isaac peers over your shoulder to get a better look, his nose crinkling in disgust. "That's so gross."

At least it's not just you seeing it this time.

You swallow down your panic, and lift your hand as though you're about to touch it, racking your brain for some way to help free Theo from its clutches. But you hesitate before making any kind of contact, remembering the awful searing pain the last time you had--blinded by the agony and drowning beneath it's weight--when you were cornered by that nightmarish shadow in Mexico. And almost died....for a second time. Parrish looks hastily between the three of you, quickly stepping around the side of the gurney to see what you'd been talking about. He studies the moving shape--shaking his head slowly as he tries to understand--and then turns to you and Kira, green eyes alight with confusion.

"What has? What's going on?"

Chris seems to piece everything together rather quickly by the terrified look on your face, his hand drifting back to his holstered gun. "The short version is a supernatural doomsday." He tells the deputy, eyes dropping to carefully eye the shadow. Isaac catches on, gently taking a hold of your shoulder to draw you back from the gurney.

"That bad?" Melissa asks, her hands resting on her hips as her gaze sweeps over each of your faces, finding her answer before Chris speaks.

"It's not good."

Parrish casts one more look at the shadow, before reaching down to pat the gun holstered at his hip, as if reassuring himself it's still there. "And what's the long version?"

"That's not something I can really answer." Chris says, fixing you with a knowing look. Everyone else turns towards you, and you feel your stomach flip nervously from the sudden attention. But Kira saves you from having to explain, which you think you'll be forever thanking her for--if you're able to survive the next few hours.

"(Y/N)?" She begins carefully, eyes flitting over your hesitant expression. "You looked like you had an idea or something earlier. What is it?"

"The shadow in the desert." You remind her, brushing your fingers reflexively over the skin of your neck. "It touched me--before the pain came."

Isaac stares at you in surprise, "Pain?"

"It felt like it was ripping something from my body. Like a...second layer of skin I didn't know I had."

"Your soul." Kira concludes, eyes widening with the realization. You flex your hands and nod at her, heart thumping away in your chest.

"Maybe it works both ways."

Kira lets that sink in, as she mulls over the situation. And then seems to agree after a moment--however uneasy she appeared to be about the idea at first--dropping her hand onto your shoulder. She squeezes it, nodding  back at you with a more confident smile that helps to calm your racing thoughts. "Okay."

"Wait, hold on." Isaac says, mouth parted in barely concealed shock. He runs a hand through his hair and closes his eyes for a moment, gripping loosely on the tiny curls at the top of his head. "I'm I the only one that sees about a hundred things that can go wrong with this plan?"

"No." Chris grunts, sighing at the look Melissa gives him in response. She's no longer amused, mouth pressed in a tight line as she regards him.

"Well, we won't know until we try." She argues, turning to face you with a much softer expression. More reminiscent of the mother figure you'd seen earlier--especially in her interactions with both Isaac and Kira. "Are you sure?"

You nod slowly and pause, "I am. I think."

"Oh my god." Isaac mutters, supporting himself with one hand as he leans back against the gurney, hanging his head to take a deep breath. Kira rolls her eyes at him, turning you around to face Theo.

"You can do it. I'll be here." She assures you.

Parrish smiles, "We all will."

You follow Isaac's lead and take a steadying breath, circling around Kira to squeeze between her and Parrish--right at Theo's head. You gesture for the others to move back, unsure of what may happen and they do as they're told, taking a few large steps back on either side. You sweep your gaze over the moving shadow, studying the wriggling motion of the smoke-like wisps as they dance across the metal surface. You suck in a breath, hoping above anything else that you'll be able to make this work--some way or another. It would really suck to die again.

Your hands sink in like it's a pool of water when you finally touch it, dipping alarmingly in about an inch into the gurney itself. It's heavy and cold and surprisingly wet, but you feel as though your skin it still dry. You spread your fingers at the sensation and then close your fists, expecting to only find air. But instead they close around something slimy, though there's nothing actually physical between your fingers. 

As you take a hold of it, there's a breath-stealing surge of energy like a punch to the gut--one that rushes up into your arms and them the rest of your body, feeling like pins and needles in your limbs. You gasp at the sensation, and feel the heat rising behind your eyes, tendrils of heavy dark smoke curling up your arms before stopping at your elbows. You find you can't pull your hands back and try not panic, repeating the special mantra in your head as you regulate your breathing. There's a sharp jab at the back of your head, pressure following--like something is trying to bury itself into your mind--and it burns, echoes of fear and sadness dancing just at the edges.

You push harshly back in alarm, closing your eyes to focus on locking away the entrance to your thoughts. It feels weaker than the one in Mexico, and you wonder if that's because the connection to its host is temporarily cut off, but it seems to work regardless after a few more violent shoves--the pressure lifted away and the burning gone. You're eyes flutter open, the heat in your eyes intensifying until they begin to glow purple in the dim light. Everyone is quiet, as though they seem to know you're trying to focus. Kira moves closer, raising her katana. Chris slips out his gun at the same time Parrish does in case something goes wrong, the both of them locking gazes. Melissa reaches for that odd black cylinder among the vials. And Isaac elongates his claws, fangs growing in his parted mouth.

You pull, drawing your hands back while still locked together with the shadow, and it begins to move with you. It struggles, stretching and twisting, making the first few tugs slow like you're meeting some resistance. It builds up a tense pressure, until suddenly it lets go too quickly for you to comprehend, like a popping a cork on a bottle of wine. You release it without meaning to, the abrupt force of its release sending you stumbling back, flailing, and Isaac is there to steady you from behind, his hands on your shoulder and arm. The smoke creature slams into Kira first, sending her flying back. Her katana hits the floor, sliding to the other side of the room as her head thwacks hard against the door. She slumps to her side with a groan of a pain, and Parrish drops down next to her, checking her head for any damage.

The creature ricochets around the room--bouncing off the ceiling, against the metal cold chambers, and the sliding table, knocking everything off. The silver tray clatters to the tiled floor, vials and bottles smashing against the ground, as it careens like a pinball against the door and surgical lamp, which falls over onto its side. The lamp illuminates Chris and Melissa as they dive to the floor, their shadows like giants against the wall behind them. Melissa's arms are thrown over her head, Chris shielding her with his body as the shadow circles them a few times before taking off again, a gust of air kicking up around them. 

Melissa is the first to stand, gripping the end of the gurney to drag Theo backwards and away from the middle of the room. Chris takes the other side, and together they manoeuvre it out of harm's way, standing by it as some sort of line of defense for the unconscious Theo. She slides open the black cylinder and you realize that it's a large taser, electricity sparking against it until the smell of it permeates the air. Chris lifts his gun and starts shooting, but it seems that they can no longer see it--now that it's been released from Theo's body. They're searching wildly around for the creature as it demolishes the room in a violent whirlwind, its noisy gurgling sounding more like growls of anger.

"(Y/N), where is it?! " Chris exclaims, voice rough and booming, his gaze following the messy trail it makes. But his aim is never close enough to hit it--either too far ahead or too far behind. A few times he gets surprisingly close, but you doubt it will actually have an effect on it. "We need a little direction!"

Isaac growls from beside you, craning his neck to try and see it. "That would be nice!"

You gulp and trace it's fanatical path the best you can, "To-to your left! Left! My left!"

"Left!" Melissa repeats, and Chris grunts in acknowledgment, re-directing his aim with a frustrated sigh.

"I heard."

You glance over to see that Parrish has helped Kira sit up buy now, and you breathe in relief that she's conscious--though she seems dazed from the blow still, her head hanging between her knees. He's  mumbling to her quietly, asking if she can understand him, and she merely groans again--at what you think is a wave of nausea, judging by the way she's clamped a hand over her mouth. Parrish has his gun trained in the air as well--as he stays hunched next to Kira--but he's not shooting. He's only carefully following the trail the shadow makes, his eyes narrowed and gun moving with it, but it seems too fast for him to get a shot off. You're glad he's staying near her though, offering a little protection until he knows she's okay. You hope she heals fast.

At this point, you're back to back with Isaac, and he swings at the shadow with his claws whenever he feels it blow past him. You desperately want to help him, and feel a cold spike of fear when you realize that you'll have to break your one rule for the supernatural.

Let go.

You breath in through your nose and do just that. Your gums sting as the fangs begin to grow, a jolting prickle of your claws as they extend from your fingertips. You stop even though they're not fully done growing, too afraid of completely letting go, and use what you have to swipe at the creature when it circles back around to you. You catch its tail-end as it tries to surge above you, and it howls in agony, writhing as though throwing a temper tantrum in  the air and swirling in haphazard circles. Parrish seems to have had enough and calls out to Chris, rising to his feet and tossing him his gun. He's staring at the creature intensely--directly at it.

He can see it too, you realize in surprise, watching him with growing disbelief. Chris catches the gun easily and ceases fire, lowering his own as though he knows that the deputy was about to do something rather magnificent. Parrish spreads out his arms, and to your shock the skin of his hands catch fire, the flames licking up his arms--until they circle up across his neck and down into his chest, burning tattered holes in his deputy's uniform and beginning to melt the radio head on his shoulder. The smell of flaming plastic fills the room. His eyes are a blazing orange, the glow brighter than before.

Holy shit.

The flames stop there--but you think that they could probably spread out more, and grow brighter and hotter if needed. Regardless, the room heats up quickly, and you feel beads of sweat collecting at the nape of your neck.

"What--"

"Hellhound." Kira heaves from behind you. Even feeling sick, Kira is quick to answer your question, and you hope this means that she's almost done healing if she's becoming more aware of her surroundings. You go to move towards her--to see if you can help--but Isaac stops you, gripping your wrist to keep you by his side. You round on him to tell him off, but see he's watching Parrish with great interest now, and you curiously follow his gaze. 

The deputy  holds out a hand, his palm facing the shadow, and releases a stream of red waves--heat, you think--that swirl and close together to create a sort of container, the hot torrent trapping the creature in a smaller area of space above him. But it is still moving too fast and too high for Kira to reach it--like a darting bee trapped in a glass cup....more than eight feet in the air. You try to sort through your whirling thoughts and catch the glint of her katana in your peripheral, and suddenly you think you've got a good enough idea on how to finish this. You reach up and shake Isaac's shoulder, his eyes jumping to you in question.

"Her sword!" You cry over the creature's droning noise, and Isaac turns his gaze to search for it without a moment's hesitation. He locates it quickly, and bursts into a run across the room, dropping to his knees and sliding to pluck it from the ground--hilt first. He collides harshly with the wall of metal cold chambers before he can stop himself, shoulder striking it first, but shakes off the shock from it, bracing a hand against one of the bottom metal drawers. He rises to a kneeling position and spins, tossing the katana back across the room to Kira.

At the same time, you hurry towards Parrish and the creature, gliding to a shaky stop on your feet once you've passed though the outside layer of red, undulating waves. He locks eyes with you through the wall of supernatural heat, and you blink at the extreme warmth and dryness washing over you, hoping he can understand your motive as you look expectantly between him and the creature. You breathe out deeply, willing your eyes to glow that haunting purple. 

It happens more naturally this time--and the reaction is immediate. His eyes flash brighter for a moment, an unspoken conversation flaring through your mind in a rush of static that you can actually hear--like recognizing a long forgotten Morse code. It seems to startle you both, but he manages to calm the shaking in his hands and nod at you in understanding.  

He slowly moves the container of heat low enough, guiding the creature closer to you, as you stretch and lift up your hands--reaching out and above your head--before hooking your hands around one of its low hanging arms. The smoke is heavy from the amount of heat it had been absorbing, and is easier to get a hold of, the wetness all but dried up--the texture like steel wool now, course and dry. 

You drag it down with a hard tug, drawing it closer to your body in order to hold it in a better position, and Parrish drops the container of heat, letting it fade away into the air like the flames covering his skin--just as Kira rushes forward. She's gripping her fiery katana tightly and slices diagonally through the smoke--from the top of its head down. It shreds into wisps like in desert, but the momentum of her swing doesn't stop. In the adrenaline of battle, she almost slices clean through your head, but Isaac is suddenly there blocking your vision. He's standing in front of you and facing her, the blade caught forcefully in his grip--an inch from your throat. You choke on a gasp, eyes wide. He makes a sound as the katana cuts into his skin, rivets of blood dripping from his closed hand.

"Cutting it a little close, aren't you?" He quips through gritted teeth.

The hardness of Kira's expression melts away quickly--the twisted, unnatural looking snarl falling slack in shock, the anger in her glowing orange eyes draining until she just looks so tired. She shakes herself free of any lingering fury, blinking fast until her dark eyes return, and seems absolutely horrified with herself. She jerks back with wide eyes, and Isaac releases the blade with a hiss, letting her pull it back and sheath it hastily.

"I'm so sorry--" Kira starts in a hurry, tone pitched in distress. The disappointment in herself is obvious in her expression and body language, and she curls in on herself slightly, avoiding the burning eyes of the others.

"It's okay--Kira, I'm okay." You  assure her, poking your head around Isaac's tall frame. You smile through the slight trembling of your body--purely aftershocks of near death trauma--in hopes of comforting her, and hop around Isaac when he doesn't move. You're not afraid of her, and you don't think you ever could be. "Are you?"

She notices the shaking at once and frowns miserably, touching a hand to her forehead. "Yes--I...yes." she says quietly.

"Isaac?" Melissa asks. She's helping Chris wheel the gurney back to the middle of the room, returning her deactivated taser back to the extended cold chamber table on the way. She eyes him anxiously, but Isaac just grins in reassurance, wiping his bloody palm across the fabric of his shirt. He holds it up to show her. There's barely any mark left from the blade, only a thin pink line spanning the width of his entire palm.

"I'm fine--see, look. Already healing."

You bump your arm against his and wait patiently until he looks to you, his eyebrows raised. You shuffle awkwardly in place. "Thank you." You tell him sincerely. He shrugs and jams his hands into his jacket pockets, looking oddly unsure of himself.

"We still need you to stick around." He says, lips quirking up into a half smile. "Head intact."

"Preferably." You agree, feeling shy at the pleasant warmth it gives you.

Chris clears his throat, and you both turn back to face him and an unconscious Theo, wishing for the heat in your face to die down when Melissa--very unsubtly--looks between you and Isaac in interest, propping the battered surgical lamp back up for a little light. Parrish and Kira follow you to the gurney, and you all circle around it for a final time, staring down at Theo's motionless figure. 

He's breathing and very much alive, but is not as peaceful as you would have thought--especially after removing the creature from his shadow. You can tell he's healing now, though it's happening much too slowly--the skin of the ugly, scattered wounds on his arms closing in varying states, most of them still looking pretty sore, the black veins beginning to retreat from the underside of his jaw. His face is drawn in anguish--tiny trails of tears sliding down his cheeks--and you think that it's going to take him a much longer time to completely let his werewolf healing take effect. You flinch at the rattling, gasping sound he makes--the agonized noise hanging in the silence of the room--his body beginning to stir ever so slightly.

"He still looks like he's in pain." You say softly, gripping tightly at the edge of your shirt.

Melissa gently touches the arm closest to her, bending it up at the elbow to more carefully examine his wounds under the surgical lamp. "He's not healing very fast either." She adds.

"Can we do anything else?" You ask, glancing up at her with a hopeful expression. "To help?"

"Take it." Isaac quietly suggests from beside you--before she can offer any other idea--and you look to him sharply, not quite understanding what he means by that. Take it?

"What?"

"The pain."

"We can take away pain?"

"You've never done it before?" Isaac sounds surprised at your inquiry and turns to face you, his eyebrows raised. "But you said it yourself--you're part wolf, aren't you?"

"I said I think."

He rolls his eyes at the subtle bite in your tone and then continues to regard you openly, eyes flicking from your face to a still suffering Theo. He gestures to him with a tilt of his head, "Give it a try then." He offers. You shake your head hastily, hands clenched into fists at your sides.

"I...don't know how. I haven't exactly been hanging around other werewolves--I haven't...wanted to learn about all this." You burst out in a rush of long buried emotion, the words pulled from your throat before you can really think about them. You pause and suck in a short breath, trying to collect yourself. You duck your head, evading the sympathetic stares of the others around you.

You never liked that kind of attention.

"It's been...a little overwhelming," You conclude. "Obviously."

"Obviously." Isaac agrees softly, a flash of emotion in his eyes--so quick it's hard to really tell what it was--and his mouth twitches as though he's about to smile. "Do you still want to?"

You hesitate, but he must see the curiosity that flickers to life in your expression, and he reaches out to take your hand. "What are you doing?" You say breathlessly, hoping he doesn't hear the edge of fear in your voice, as he gently draws you closer to Theo. He laces his fingers through yours--his palm to the back of your hand.

"Teaching." He answers simply. He places your hand on Theo's forearm, giving it a tiny squeeze before letting go and stepping back. Theo's skin is damp beneath your palm and you slide your hand down to his wrist, curling your fingers around it. You look to Isaac nervously, and he leans in to whisper.

"Think about how you want to help him."

And you do, staring down at your hand intently. It happens instantaneously--thin black veins branching up your arm in a spider web pattern that takes you by surprise. And then you feel the pain--a biting stab that feels like a spike driving itself through your chest, all aching limbs and burning muscles, a dizzying nausea that slams into you. You lose your breath for a moment and wince, the soreness fading within seconds. 

Theo breathes out in a quiet, content sigh, body going slack in relief, and you watch as his face falls into a picture of serenity. Your heart is hammering away again--this time in excitement--and you lift your hand from his arm, spinning to face Isaac with a look of delight. He's already smiling at you, mouth moving as if he's about to say something. But he's suddenly turning to watch Melissa instead, as she begins to check on Theo's condition, her stethoscope in hand. Kira grips your shoulders with an animated gasp, and you turn to her in astonishment, watching her eyes light up as she bounces a few times in place.

"You did it!" She exclaims, looking immediately embarrassed by her reaction. She lets your shoulders go, stammering through her own shock. "I mean, I knew you could do it, I didn't mean to sound so surprised--I just....I got excited."

You chuckle warmly and rest your hands on her shoulders, just as eager and sincere. "Thank you, Kira."

Parrish tugs at his burnt shirt with a sigh, reaching up to check if the radio attached to his shoulder still works. He presses the button on its side and gives it a little shake, frowning at the whine of stuttering static. You don't think that it survived. "I have to update the Sheriff on what's going on." He says, gaze already trained on the door to the room.

"Alright." Chris concurs, handing Parrish back his gun, as he tucks his own more snugly into his waistband. He looks to you then, eyes sweeping over to Kira and Isaac on either side of you. He motions to the deputy with a nod, "You three should go too, give them the long version."

Before anyone can move, Theo bolts up on the gurney with a strangled groan, blue-gray eyes wide and aware as he jerks abruptly to face you. You're so startled that you don't even think about it, drawing your arm back for enough momentum to punch him solidly in the face. It was a defensive instinct, and you gap in stunned silence as Theo slowly rocks forward, his eyes fluttering closed, before he slumps back against the gurney for a second time--knocked out cold. You clamp a hand over your mouth, unsure what to even say.

"Nice." Isaac supplies for you, seeming impressed at your strength.

Chris nods in agreement, "Good instincts."

Melissa struggles to hide her amusement, shaking her head at the equally bewildered expressions on Parrish and Kira's face. She takes a hold of one end of the gurney, gesturing for Chris to do the same. "Chris and I will get Theo out of the hospital--preferably before he wakes up again. You four should get going." She says.

"Yes Ma'am." Parrish answers, already turning for the door, and you hurry to follow him in his haste. "Let's go."

[justsomebucky]

The Only Exception (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,523

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes, drinking, sad story retelling (mentions of death and loss)

A/N: Moving right along…and yes, I used a Keep Reading line. Also, shout out to @redgillan for making my day brighter.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

“What do you mean this is my office now?” You stared at your name, which was now fixed on a plate outside of the door. “I didn’t actually agree to anything long-term yet.”

“I don’t think May cares,” Scott said with a shrug, moving inside the office. “Views are clicks, and clicks are money. That’s basically all they want right now.”

To your surprise and horror, all of your belongings were now in Leah’s office. “When did they manage this?” You stepped in cautiously, as if more awaited you inside.

“Two guys from Maintenance and one from IT were here an hour before you to set everything up.”

You reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone, sending a quick text to your so-called assistant (and so-called best friend). When were you planning on telling me about the move?

“Right now!”

At the sound of Natasha’s voice, you whirled around and narrowed your eyes at her. “You’re supposed to tell me things like this before I get to work and find everything moved already.”

“This part is actually not as bad as the other thing I have to tell you, Y/N.”

Now you were worried. “What? Explain yourself. What other amazing surprises should I be expecting?” You moved closer to where she was standing, your hands on your hips.

“Well,” Nat began, pulling out her own phone and scrolling a bit. “There were four things total. First, you have a meeting with the creative team this afternoon.”

“I knew about that,” you nodded. “Keep going.”

“You have a new office, yaaay!”

Your eyes narrowed some more. “Also knew about that, thanks.”

Natasha gave you a nervous smile. “Here’s a good one: I took the liberty of setting up a date for you and Bucky tonight, once his shift is over.”

“You WHAT?” Now you could feel the out-of-control anger rising. “Natasha! I never agreed to that! He hasn’t even contacted me, and it’s been an entire week!”

“Yeah, about that, he busted his phone on the job Monday night, and begged Steve to ask me for your number again.”

“Likely story,” you huffed, turning away to look out the window. If you were going to be stuck in this office, at least it had a view. You did your regular calming exercise. There’s the Empire State Building…

“Last but not least, May wants you to stream your show live today.”

“Live?”

“Yeah, you know, as it happens. Not pre-recorded. Live,” Scott supplied.

“Got it.” You’d forgotten Scott was even in the room, that’s how quiet he’d been. “Scott, did Leah ever have to live stream her episodes?”

“Oh shit, no, never,” he laughed. “Can you imagine how awful that would have been? We had to do at least three or four takes every episode.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Nat’s voice was grim. “May saw some article about how more and more companies are using live stream on YouTube or Facebook to connect with an audience, so she wants to try it.”

“Don’t you generally have to advertise this so they can actually get an audience?” Scott asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t look happy, either.

“Well…that’s another thing…a fifth thing, if you will.”

“Spit it out, Nat,” you growled. “What else?”

“May has been advertising it, on the site that your show links to at the end. And not that you want to hear it, Y/N, but there’s been an awful lot of interest.”

“This cannot be happening.” You moved to sit at your new desk, head in your hands. The room wasn’t spinning, right? That wasn’t a thing that happened. It was just you, feeling faint. “I don’t want to do this.”

“I believe May’s exact words were, ‘She has to do it.’”

You groaned, letting your head fall to your desk.

This day just kept getting worse.

“Okay, just the same as ever, Y/N. I’ll count down, but instead of reading questions from email, you’ll be reading questions live from the comments. Nat is going to be picking them as they come in.”

“Try not to pick terrible questions, Nat, okay?” You were still mad at her for not telling you sooner, though you knew it was unreasonable. Knowing sooner would have just made you worry that much longer.

“Fine. Just, can we get to it? It’s almost time.”

Scott nodded, checking his watch. “Okay, ten seconds.”

You glanced in the mirror, touching your hair one last time before staring at the camera.

You can do this, you can do this you can do this…

“In five, four…’

Shit, you can’t do this! Don’t do this!

“…three, two…” After another beat, Scott pointed at you.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, the Love Therapist, and I’m here live streaming today with all of you to answer your questions, and hopefully offer up some helpful advice. Let’s get right to the chat, shall we? My assistant is going to be picking questions, so if yours doesn’t get answered, don’t worry, the regular show email is still available for you to send in a question.”

Scott left the camera on you as Nat read off the first question.

“Isaac212 asks, ‘I got a girl pregnant, but I don’t really like her at all. She’s terrible, boring, and clingy as hell. What should I do?’”

You made a face at Nat, then the camera. “Well, Isaac, I’d say first of all, it doesn’t really matter what you want anymore. You have a kid with this person you loathe, and the only one I feel sorry for here is the child. Congrats, dad. Time to take responsibility for your actions, even if you hate the woman. Next question.”

When she didn’t say anything, you glanced over at her. “Aren’t there any more questions?”

“Well, actually…this question comes from user Confused in Brooklyn’s Ex-Fiancé.”

More follow up? Why would you have expected anything less… “Go on.”

“He writes, ‘I just wanted you to know that you ended a relationship the other week, and I’m still pissed off, because you gave an answer without thinking of the consequences of your actions. I hope other people think first before they take your advice.’”

There was a brief silence in the room, before you cleared your throat. “Fair enough, Ex-Fiancé. I deserve that. It was my first show, and I did give out advice that was somewhat vague, which led your former significant other down a certain path and away from you.”

You glanced to your right, to the window and your beloved city, before looking squarely at the camera. “But, if you think I caused the problems in your relationship that led to its ultimate demise, you are sadly mistaken. You need to look at yourself and the role you played in making your fiancée feel like she couldn’t talk to you about your problems, so much that she relied on a stranger from the internet for help.”

Scott was nodding behind the scenes, but you were too fired up to acknowledge him.

“It sounds to me, Ex, that you thought everything was sunshine and rainbows when it wasn’t. Were you the only one benefiting from the relationship? Were you even paying attention to the poor woman? I suggest you work on your communication skills, and I sincerely hope everything works out for you in the future. Moving right along…”

The show continued live for an hour, and by the end of it you were mentally and emotionally exhausted. The thought of going home and curling up with a nice book or binging a TV show sounded like heaven right then.

You didn’t even bother to ask permission to leave; what were they gonna do now, fire you? You grabbed your coat and phone, determined to leave work’s baggage where it belonged.

“Where are you going?” Natasha called down the hall.

Dammit; you’d hoped to sneak out before she saw. “I’m going home, Nat. I’m tired.”

“You have a date with Bucky tonight, remember?” She rushed to catch up with you, keeping pace beside you as you hauled ass down the hall.

“No. No, I cannot tonight. I’m sorry. Maybe some other time.” The thought alone made you downright drained.

“Um, well…he’s downstairs waiting.”

That stopped you in your tracks, and if looks could kill… “Excuse me?”

“Steve sorta…asked where we work and I told him.”

“Nat, I love you, I really do, but you have to stop meddling in my personal life. I didn’t ask for your help, and I didn’t ask you to set me up with Bucky again.”

“Well you weren’t going to see him on your own!”

“Maybe that’s the point!” Your voice was getting too loud, so you tried to calm down a little. “I’m not ready. I’m not.”

“You’ll never be ready,” she snapped, before turning and walking away from you.

You didn’t really have a retort to that. Maybe she was right; maybe you were never really going to be ready. Why was it that you could give good advice to strangers, but not take it for yourself?

With a big sigh, you trudged to the elevator, then the lobby, where Bucky Barnes was indeed waiting for you.

“Hey,” he said with a smile, though it didn’t quite look like it was reaching his eyes. “Ready to go?”

“I don’t know if I really want to go out tonight, Bucky,” you said apologetically. “I just had a bad day at work and I kind of just want to go home and veg out.”

“What’s wrong? I watched your show, by the way, on my lunch. That was pretty intense.”

Great. Just what you needed, for the guy you were kindofsortof seeing to see you embarrass yourself live. “So then I guess you heard the one guy who blames me for ruining his life?”

Bucky’s eyes widened. “That was something, wasn’t it.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed, glancing around the lobby. “It’s not my fault his fiancée was having doubts, but suddenly I’m the bad guy who ruined everything. All I did was tell her to evaluate things for herself. Then he goes and suggests that no one should listen to me….Ugh! Whatever.”

“Hmmm. Well, I am a fireman…I can rush you to the burn unit if you want?”

You glanced back at him to see he was absolutely kidding, his eyes now twinkling with mischief. “Hilarious.”

“Just thought I’d offer.”

“Mmhmm…” You nodded out the door. “Well, are we having this date, or what? I could use a distraction, I guess.”

“Ah, that’s the enthusiasm I was looking for,” he joked, motioning for you to lead the way.

You weren’t sure why it surprised you, but your day definitely got better the moment Bucky showed up. He’d taken great care to make sure you were laughing the whole way to dinner.

He’d taken you to a Japanese restaurant, conveniently located halfway between your apartment and the firehouse, because he personally knew the owner. When she first saw Bucky walk through the door, her eyes lit up, and she swooped in to grab him and hug him tightly. He hugged her back with such ferocity, and a fondness you’d never seen from him before.

Now the two of you were seated across from one another, at a small table near the kitchen.

The entire restaurant was comprised of the main dining area and then the small kitchen in the back, but the way it was laid out and decorated made it feel like it was twice its size. Hand-painted designs played out scenes from history and mythology all along the bright yellow walls, while heavy red curtains and red tablecloths brought you back down to reality.

So far, the date was going a little too well. “You won’t be called out again, right?”

Bucky shook his head, a small smile lifting the corner of his mouth. “Not tonight, no. I swapped on-call shift with Steve so I could be here, uninterrupted.”

A warm feeling spread through your bones, seeping into your heart a little, though you’d never admit it. When was the last time someone put effort into spending time with you? It had been…well, you couldn’t recall, but it had been a long time.

Bucky must have noticed a shift in the atmosphere around you both, because he started fidgeting in his chair. You wondered what could have brought on his discomfort, when he was the one to make such a bold statement.

“I used to live in an apartment above this place,” he explained quietly, his eyes traveling to the staircase in the back of the room. “They were very gracious landlords when I first struck out on my own. She and her husband treated me like family. Her husband passed away last year, so I try to stop by and see her as often as I can.”

You let your own eyes wander over his features while he was lost in thought. His brown hair was getting a little long, and his blue-grey eyes were contemplative. His eyes had little laugh lines around them, and you saw a scar across his chin. Maybe that was from a fire fight gone awry; you’d have to ask him sometime.

When his eyes met yours sooner than you were expecting, you saw surprise flash in them. “You’re staring at me. Was it something I said?”

“No.” You shook your head, feeling your face heat up a little at being caught observing him. “You just haven’t told me much about yourself before.”

“Ah. Well, there’s not much to tell. I was born and raised upstate. My parents moved a little closer to the city, though, after…”

You were almost afraid to ask. “After what?”

His fists clenched on the table, and when he noticed, he moved his hands to his lap. “When I was eighteen, I had just left to go to school down here in the city. My parents were off playing cards with the neighbors, and they left my little sister alone.”

Bucky’s eyes dulled and his expression darkened for a moment, but he shook it away before looking back at you. “She had some kind of candle burning, then they think she fell asleep. There wasn’t much left of the house after they were done putting out the fire.”

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, your heart aching for him. You had a sudden urge to try to fix everything, though you knew that was not only absurd, but impossible.

“That’s why I became a fireman, anyways. I wanted to help prevent other families from going through that if I could.” He averted his eyes. “So, tell me why you went into the advice business.”

It was pretty obvious that he was not comfortable talking about his past any longer, so you indulged him this one time. “I didn’t get into the advice business. I got into the therapy business, at least I wanted to.”

“Why, though?” He lifted his curious gaze to meet your eyes again. “What made you decide that was the career for you?”

You didn’t answer him for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts. After his big revelation, you didn’t want to sound like an idiot. “Ever since I was a kid, when someone else was hurting and they didn’t deserve the pain, I hurt, too. If a kid was bullied, I comforted them. If a stray cat was hungry, I fed it. I just-”

You looked down, fiddling with the tablecloth in front of you. “I’ve been told I am empathetic. Over the years, it got to be too much, and it would weigh me down. So I decided that if I could channel it into something more productive it wouldn’t hurt me as much. I don’t know if you noticed, or anything, but I have a hard time letting people get close to me.”

“It sounds like self-preservation.”

Your eyes flickered up to Bucky’s, and while you were expecting judgment, you only saw understanding in them. “Really? Because the guy on the live stream today, the one with the wedding I inadvertently helped cancel, basically told me that I’m a life-ruiner. I’m not going to be able to get over that anytime soon.”

Bucky visibly flinched, but he coughed to cover it up. “Let’s just have a nice meal and forget work and our pasts and anything else but the two of us, okay?”

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all night,” you admitted, reaching for your sake. Things were getting too sad and deep here, and you didn’t want to chase him away yet.

The owner came over just then with both of your plates in her hands, and your stomach rumbled in appreciation at the delicious food she placed in front of you.

“Thank you, this looks amazing as always,” Bucky told her, laying on his typical charm with a smile. The gloom his eyes held earlier was gone, and for that you were grateful.

“You are welcome. Maybe next time you won’t take so long to visit?” She turned her eyes to you, her eyebrows raised. “And you, good for you for putting up with this one. I hope he doesn’t scare you off like he did the last one.”

That must have been a sore spot for him, because he cleared his throat and gave her a nod. “I’m sure I’ll swing by again soon.”

“Good.” She gave a sharp nod to you both, then disappeared through a swinging door into the kitchen.

“What was that about? You scared off your last date? Should I be worried?” You tried to sound like you were kidding, but you were wondering why she would bring it up.

“It’s nothing,” he shrugged, taking a bite of his food. “Don’t worry about it.”

Instead of pushing the topic, you decided to follow his lead and eat your dinner. You even beat Bucky to a clean plate, leaning back with a satisfied groan. “That was amazing, but I’m too full to move.”

Bucky laughed, the little lines you’d noticed earlier finally making an appearance as he stood. “No dessert then?” He gave you a mischievous glance as he pulled out his wallet and laid some money down on the table.

“Let me pay my half,” you offered, reaching into your bag as you stood up too.

Bucky’s hand covered yours before you got very far. “Let’s just head out. I don’t like extended goodbyes.”

“Okay.” You let him take your hand in his and lead you out the door.

Outside, under the weird orange light from the restaurant’s sign, without any warning at all, Bucky cupped your jaw and kissed you for the first time.

If he’d meant it to be a chaste kiss, you wouldn’t know, because you moved closer and deepened it almost instinctively. His other arm wrapped around your waist, locking you tightly against him.

It felt really good to be wanted.

Bucky pulled back after a moment, looking more than a little disheveled and breathing hard. “Y/N, I have to tell you something.”

“Right now, on the sidewalk?” You made a face. “Can’t we wait until we’re indoors somewhere?”

“I don’t want to go any further with this-“ he gestured between the two of you, “-without talking about it.”

“Have you murdered someone?”

Now it was his turn to make a face. “No.”

“Are you…seeing someone else?”

“No, I’m not.”

There was only one logical explanation left, and it hurt to even say out loud. You felt your chest tighten as your anxiety made its presence known. “It’s me, isn’t it? You just aren’t into me? Well, at least you tried, you know, that’s more than most men, and-“

“No,” Bucky interrupted, his hand lifting to brush your cheek gently. “That’s definitely not it at all, I just…I’m worried that when I tell you, you won’t want to see me anymore.”

“What is it then?” you breathed, feeling like your insides were tying in knots. “Because I don’t exactly have a lot of self-confidence, Bucky, and I really need to know.”

He took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly as his eyes searched yours. “It’s a long story. I-“

You could have cursed the entire planet when his (new) phone started going off, interrupting him with an emergency alert. “I thought you said you weren’t on call tonight?”

“If it’s a big enough emergency, I don’t have a choice. I’m really sorry. I don’t want to have a short conversation about this, or text about it. Can we hang out tomorrow?”

“Okay, I will carve out some time for you tomorrow. But we’re doing something that I want to do for once.”

“You got it.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek, then walked backwards slowly. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Can you get home okay?”

“I think I can manage the three blocks to my apartment. Be safe.”

“You, too.” With a final wave, Bucky turned and jogged up the road to the firehouse.

You sighed, holding your bag a little closer as you walked the other way to your apartment.

There was no way you would sleep peacefully that night.

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Soulmate!Calum (3)

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Prompt: The one where the first words of what your soul mate will say to you is tattooed somewhere on your body.

Pairing: Calum + Y/N

Rating: This is so cheesy, oh my god. I had to stop myself from writing a few times because I kept smiling and giggling to myself. Yes, I’m a dork. Don’t judge me.

Requested: I’m pretty sure someone wanted this but I can’t find it anywhere. It’s probably somewhere in my messages but I’ll give credit once I find it.

TW: food mention. brief insecurity is mentioned if you really look at it. Nia from HV is mentioned but like, since this is the last part, she’s not really important in this story just so you know.

A/N: Happy 4th day of the new year! I’m back! Yaaay! :DD But guess what? I totally had the original ending down and just as I was going to post it, my brother’s laptop died on me and I never saved the file yet and I just :-) *mentally screaming* so please excuse the abrupt, shitty ending. I’ll do better in the next one, yadda yadda yadda. This is a short read compared to the other two but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless :DD

Part 2

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“Don’t. You. Dare.” I enunciated as he gave me a challenging look while raising his eyebrows playfully. “I swear to god, don’t you dare. If you actually do it, I’m never hanging out with you ever again.”

“Is that an empty threat I hear? Because come on Y/N, I know you like the back of my hand. I’m irresistible and you can’t stay from this no matter how hard you try.” Watching him move his hands over his body with a smirk plastered on his face, I rolled my eyes in feigned annoyance as he winks in my direction.

“Wow hot shit! What a big head you have! I wonder how you fit through doors since it’s that big!”

“Are you insulting me? That’s it. I’m doing it.”

“You wou-” As he licks the last homemade chocolate chip cookie, claiming it as his, I gasped in horror. “YOU NUTCRACKER. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!”

“That’s right! I dared myself and did the unspeakable! Now it’s mine!”

“You’re getting it now!” Watching him run away from me, I chased after him as he looks back in shock, still keeping up his pace.

“How the hell can you still run in heels?!”

“I don’t play around when it comes to cookies!” Jumping on his back and wrapping myself around him, he spins around in circles as I held on tightly. I did not expect this. “Ashton, oh my god! I’m getting dizzy!” Feeling him stop and stumble a little, he places a hand on the wall and laughs. 

“What’s going on here?” Glancing behind me, I see Michael on his phone, recording, who was laughing at our silliness.

“Let it be noted that I take my cookies very seriously.” I smiled, jumping off of Ashton and going over to hug Michael. “I missed you Mikey.”

“I missed you too. When and how did you get here?” Pulling away from him, I walked over to Ashton, who in the time I was greeting Michael, ate the damn cookie. Giving him a pout, he grinned at me as I put an arm around him.

“Around twenty minutes ago. This guy here, saw me when I was out vacationing with the family in the city and somehow, had convinced me to see everyone here before rehearsals started. I was going to surprise you guys later on tonight but looks like it’s happening way earlier than expected!”

“I’m glad you’re here! It’s refreshing to see you in person after eight months of seeing ten seconds of you in every video chat. That Calum boy sure doesn’t know the meaning of sharing when it comes to you. Bring it in for another hug you squirt.” Hugging him once again, Ashton called out for a hug sandwich as I was literally, being squished between these two boys. I didn’t mind though, they made me feel right at home.

“Alright guys, a girl has got to breathe.” I chuckled, finally feeling the cold air instead of their armpits. “So where is Calum anyway? And Luke?” Before both of them could respond, we could all hear the mic feedback coming from the stage. Hearing Calum’s voice picking up on the microphone made me beam in delight as I decided to sprint towards where they were. Arriving near the side stage, I scanned all over the area for him when Luke saw me first.

“Y/n? Is that- Y/N!” Running towards him, I enveloped him in a hug as he laughed and returned the gesture. “When did you get here?”

“Details Hemmings, details. I’m 100% positive Ashton and Michael will tell you.” Spotting Calum staring at me as a girl was talking to him, he gave me the cutest smile ever as I withdrew myself from Luke’s arms. “I’ll talk to you later but now, I gotta greet my boyfriend.” Before he could complain about anything, Calum approached us as he lifted me up in air, placing a kiss on my forehead as he put me back down gently.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know when it’s my cue to leave.” Luke grumbled jokingly, walking away to give us a moment. Embracing Calum in another hug, he pulled away to look at me, his hands finding place on my waist.

“I missed you. Wh-” Placing a finger on his lips, he places a quick kiss on it as I giggled at his loving affections.

“If you ask me when I got here, I will leave.” I quipped as he shook his head in amusement.

“Wasn’t going to say that. What I was going to say is why didn’t you let me know ahead of time? I would’ve planned something if you did!”

“I was surprised to see you this early as well Mr. Hood. So, Michael tells me you didn’t like sharing some screen time with the boys every time you video chatted me.” Noticing his flushed cheeks and him glancing past me out of embarrassment, I gently cupped his face with my hands and made him look at me. “Hey now mister. I’m not complaining, I find it adorable.” Hearing him scoff, his lips were placed on my left hand before he looked down.

“S’not my fault I missed you and wanted alone time instead of having them talk your ear off the entire time.” He mumbled as I laughed, moving my hands to place it on his shoulders. “It’s not funny.”

“It kinda is.” Before he could protest, I got on my tippy toes to place a chaste kiss on his lips to shut him up. Pulling back, he was about to speak when I interrupted him again. And again. And again. And maybe one more time because he was starting to laugh.

“Stop! I’m trying to defend myself!” He exclaimed as I gasped, placing my right hand on my chest in feigned shock.

“From my kisses? Wow, okay. I guess I’ll take my mouth elsewhere and let someone else appreciate them instead.” I joked, stepping away from his arms. I didn’t walk two steps away from him before he grabbed my right arm and made me look at him. Seeing his lower lip stick out in a pout, I giggled and rolled my eyes. “I was kidding babe. Oh, by the way. Mailene says-” Observing the way he was looking at me, my breath got caught in my throat as I gulped. His eyes were twinkling mischievously and his lips curved slightly upwards, almost like he was mocking me that goosebumps started forming on my skin.

“Cal-” As he leaned in closer, his forehead connecting with mines, I smelled a hint of smoke and peppermint escaping his lips as they parted in anticipation. With him moving closer and closer, he was a centimeter apart when someone coughed behind him, ruining the moment. As he closed his eyes and groaned, I was focusing past him to see the same girl he was talking to earlier. Calum then turned to face her while pulling me into his arms and wrapping his arms around me.

“It’s not nice leaving a girl alone to make out with someone.” She cracked humorously. She stood tall and confident and somehow, I felt small. It didn’t help that she had a nice smile.

“Sorry about that Nia. I just hadn’t seen my girl in months.” Hearing him call me his girl in front of other people made me blush as I hid my face on his chest shyly. I never really knew how he talked about me to others and I guess hearing him say that made me feel all giddy inside. “Anyway, I’d like you to meet Y/N, my girlfriend. Nia, this is is Y/N. Y/N, this is Nia from Hey Violet.” Extending my hand for a simple handshake, I also offered a smile as she did the same in return, albeit, holding my hand a bit tighter to let me know it’s okay.

“Ah, the famous Y/N. Calum loves to talk about you a lot, we all wished he had an off button.” She laughed, shaking her head in amusement.

“Stop trying to embarrass me in front of her. Michael already did that.” He replied as I felt the vibrations from his chest due to him chuckling.

“Well alright then. I’m going to go and talk to the others so you know where to find me if you need anything. It was nice meeting you Y/N!” Watching her walk away, Calum squeezed my shoulders reassuringly before turning me around to face him.

“You know her and I are just friends right?”

“What makes-”

“I could feel you tensing up and backing up into me when she came. I just wanted you to know that.” I sighed and looked up at him.

“It’s normal to feel slightly jealous even if I already have you right?” I questioned as Calum kissed my forehead.

“It’s totally normal, believe me. I should know.”

“Right, we are all about trust.” Shaking my head of any negative thoughts, I beamed at him as he took one of my hands and lead me backstage.

“Since you’re here now, we have to make up for lost time!”

“What do you have in mind?” Seeing him glance back at me with a boyish smile and the ‘excitement’ sparkle in his eyes, it only meant one thing. As he pulled us into his dressing room, I couldn’t help but laugh. “You want to know about my new dog don’t you?”

“Who wouldn’t? I saw the outfit of her wearing the rocker clothes you got her and I’m dying to see the pictures and videos!”

“Only you Calum, only you would take your girlfriend backstage to not make out but talk about her cute puppy instead.” Giving me his puppy dog look, I stuck my tongue out at him as he sat on the couch. “So anyway, I also have pictures of Coffee wearing a coffee cup! Get it? Because her-”

“Of course babe but can you show me the little cutie now?”

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A/N: And there you go :-) Can you tell I suck at endings? Lol. I’m working on it as part of my new year’s resolution so if it was terrible, just know that I will improve on it. Hope you guys like it and until next time :) x