#saying come here be with me you'll be able to breathe better when we're together away from the world

[girlivealwaysbean]

... but nonetheless an event worth celebrating, which i am doing by writing to you

[felixsramen]

Yours Truly

This is part 33 of my poly skz fic. Sorry it's been a while. Life kinda got hectic.

Warnings: None

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"We want this to be a surprise. Could I put this blindfold on you?" Seungmin asks, sitting beside you. You know a beach isn't too far from here, so you can't help but wonder if the date is going to be there. You nod, slowly agreeing eventually.

Seungmin gives you a smile before you turn so he can put the blindfold around your eyes. Once it's on, you can't help but feel a little nervous. You feel Seungmins hand intertwine with yours. "We're almost there." He tells you softly.

It's not too much longer before Seungmin is right and the car comes to a stop. Even as Seungmin helps you unbuckle, you can't help but still feel nervous. "You'll grab it, right?" Changbin asks Seungmin.

You hear the car door open on the side you're on, and a hand gently guides you out. When your feet hit the ground, you feel a little better. You're sure you hear the trunk close softly.

Changbin doesn't give you much time to think about it before he's intertwining your hands together and leads you somewhere. "Have you enjoyed all the dates so far?" Changbin asks as he continues to pull you to your destination.

"Yes. They were all very sweet." You tell him honestly. Seungmin makes a noise, and you're not sure if it's in response to your answer.

"They're so incredibly sweet sometimes that it's sickening." Seungmin comments to you and Changbin. You can't help but let out a giggle.

"Aww, quit being like that, Minnie. You love all of us." Changbin tells him cooing at him. "I didn't say I didn't." Seungmin says, huffing out a breath of air.

Changbin, finally, has you stop somewhere, but he doesn't immediately take the blindfold off. "I'm going to let go of your hand now. Could you wait to take the blindfold off?" Changbin asks, and you're unsure if you can deal with that all. "We're right here, promise." Seungmins hand grabs your, and you sigh out calming slightly.

"Okay." You tell the both of them. Seungmin, let's go of your hand, and you take a deep breath. You hear them moving around for a few seconds. "Wait, Bin!" You hear a loud thud that causes you to immediately take off your blind.

Your eyes adjust to the light, and you see Changbin on the ground groaning in pain. You're quick to go up to him and notice the cooler nearby.

"Bin, you okay?" Seungmin is right beside you. "I'm good." Changbin tells Seungmin. Seungmin huffs out, and you look over Changbin carefully.

"I'm good. I promise." Changbin tells you, and you frown at him. "I know I'm not a doctor, but that was a loud fall, Bin. I just want to make sure." Changbins cheeks quickly heat up in slight embarrassment, and Seungmin laughs.

"Oh hush." Before you know it, Changbin has grabbed Seungmin and rolled over on top of him. You can only laugh as Seungmin tries his best to push him off.

"Bin, get off of me!" Seungmin frowns at him playfully as he tries to continue to get him off. Changbin puckers his lips for Seungmin to give him a kiss. Seungmin moves his head away as Changbin leans closer.

"Get off of me, and I'll cuddle you tonight." Changbin stops his movements before shaking his head. "Not enough." Changbin leans down for another kiss.

Seungmin continues to push him off before realizing he's not going to be able to get away. "Okay, fine! I'll sleep in your bed tonight, too!" Seungmin gives in to Changbin, who breaks out into a smile.

Changbin gets off of him standing up. His attention is immediately on you. Seungmin sits up, trying to get the sand off him while frowning. "I'm going to have to shower now when we get back home." Seungmin stands up right beside you.

You finally look around, and you're greeted with a picnic blanket along with a basket. "We got a few snacks. It's not much since Minho told us we have a date planned with all of us when we get home. That usually means he's getting takeout." Seungmin tells you.

Changbin grabs your hand and gently leads you towards the picnic blanket. "That usually means he uses my card." Changbin pouts, and you can't help but give him a kiss on the cheek. "That's sweet of you to let him use your card." You tell Changbin who immediately smiles at that.

"You know what? Suddenly, I feel like letting Minho use my card whenever he wants!" Changbin tells Seungmin, who rolls his eyes with a smile. "As if you don't do that already. All it takes is Minho having I.N. blink his pretty eyes at you. Then you're letting him use it."

You watch as Changbin pulls out some berries. "You act as if you don't give in to him too." Changbin pouts at Seungmin.

Seungmin grabs a couple of berries and shoves it into Changbins' mouth. "See, you're a lot prettier when you close your mouth." Changbin gives Seungmin a playful glare, knowing he doesn't mean it.

Seungmin looks at you, grabbing another berry and hands it to you. "I would shove some berries into your mouth too, but Minho probably wouldn't be too happy about that." You can only laugh as you eat the berry he's handed to you.

"I don't mind." You tell Seungmin, who only raises an eyebrow before letting out a laugh. "Cute." Seungmin simply says before looking at the sun that's slowly starting to set.

"Let's eat these before Minho finds out we ate snacks before dinner." Changbin brings out some more snacks, and you can't help but laugh at that.

You watch the sunset between the two boys and can't help but hope for more moments like these.

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[captainswhore]

AYYYOOOOO is this somethin y'all would like to read for reals??

shoutout to @chamomiletealeaf for talking to me about horny price with a breastfeeding wife!!!

we were talking about how for halloween one year price is a cowboy, the baby is a cow, and you're a milkmaid. price goes feral for your tits in the milk maid dress, smut ensues, price is wildly turned on by the way your tits leak milk like it's going out of style- groans when he sees it happen and wants to cum in record time

....... and then i went off the rails and wrote this:

you think his groan watching your milk is one of disgust so you start tearing up and john thought he was gonna cum quick watching your milk? he shoots his load without warning watching the first tear slide down your cheek

john thinks you're crying because you're so overstimulated and turned on, you think john groaned because he's disgusted, cue john trying to hold onto you tight and kiss all over your face and you wiggling out of his arms and booking it to the bathroom so you can cry in peace

come back out of the bathroom in a massive hoodie and a pair of pants, tell him in a croaky voice you're gonna go check on the baby, leave the room

johns post orgasm glow is very quickly squashed when he gets up to put on boxers, moves to follow you into the nursery, and hears you tearfully muttering things to your baby

"mommy loves you, you know that?? want you to grow up big, n strong, and loved," and when john hears your voice croak after that his heart drops out of his ass, he hears it shatter when you next mutter "and mommy and daddy are gonna give you everything you could ever want.... we'll live together and get you a good school and you'll make friends and you'll fall in love with someone who thinks you're the prettiest little lady ever... make sure you're confident so no one can build you up n break you down... get you some good military benefits so you'll be okay... i don't think you'll have to worry about a brother or sister at all- and i don't think mommy n daddy are gonna be able to stay together forever, but we're gonna try for you sweetheart. mommy'll be sad for a while but i'd do anything to make your life better baby"

john pushes the door open while trying to hold back tears, tries to wrap his arms around you, but you go to sit in the little rocking chair in the corner

whispering something like "i've got her john.... you can go back to bed. goodnight"

you've only ever called him john when you first met, and when you legally had to say his first name during your wedding vows.

for the next three days you don't let him touch you. not even in bed. he waits til you're fully asleep and breathing even before he'll pull you into his chest and finally fall asleep, only to wake up a few hours later with your body heat missing in the bed. will get up to find you in the nursery, or the kitchen, or the living room, or folding/watching laundry, staring into space with a blank stare. he gave up trying to reach out to you while you're awake, so he just stands and stares at you- taking in how beautiful he thinks you are despite the haunted shadows that have taken over your eyes. tried to tell you to come back to bed, before you sadly smile at him and say "sorry, can't sleep. probably just some weird post pregnancy sleep cycle issue. go back to sleep, i'll be there when i'm ready"

john has to get used to hugging your pillow and hope to god he can huff your scent from that to go to sleep

everything comes to a head when he catches you stiffen when he walks up behind you in the kitchen... he doesn't even reach for you, but him being close to you has you pulling at the neckline of your shirt, throwing on a jacket, adjusting the shoulder of your cardigan to cover up more of you. john's sick of not seeing your skin or feeling you anymore, so he asks what's wrong. some traded words here and there, a lot of wiping your face and folding in on yourself, and john finally scoffs, stands on the other end of the kitchen, and grinds out "love, talk to me, what did i do? i haven't bloody touched you for days. i can't sleep, i can't eat, and my heart shatters every time i look at your face and you're like a ghost! where did my wife go?!? is it post partum depression? aren't you still meeting up with that therapist? can i help? what do i do!! how do i get my wife back?!?" and you start crying- silent tears rolling down your cheeks because how can he ask that?!? how dare he act clueless and act like he didn't do anything wrong despite DESTROYING what little confidence you had left after being pregnant. you're about to respond when your alarm goes off for pumping time. you close the alarm, grab the pumping supplies, and walk off. ".... sorry john, i have to pump. let me do this n i'll come back to continue this conversation"..... but you have NEVER left the room to pump. you used to just whip your boobs out and attach the machine and let it whir away with john in the room. it's nothing he hasn't seen before, and he's helped you with clogged ducts before, so there's nothing stopping you from letting him watch. john trails after you saying that- replying with "the hell you have to leave the room for?!? you used to pump in front of me all the time?? what did i do?!? how do i get you back?!? sweetheart- i can't fix this if i don't know what's wrong?!?"

it's silent for a second, and your boobs are actually kind of starting to hurt from needing to pump. so you do it. you wait for john to keep talking when you set up the pumping supplies. when john sees your tits for the first time in what feels like weeks his breath hitches, and when he sees the first spurt of milk he groans out. you rush to cover up and look up at him bewildered and say "that!!! that's why!!! you're DISGUSTED with my boobs now- that's why everything's changed!!! look john- i'm sorry i'm not as perky, or soft, or fit as i was before i was pregnant, but i carried your fucking baby for NINE MONTHS!!!!! shit's gonna change!!! my boobs are gonna change!!! for the love of god- if you're going to be disgusted with me pumping and having breast milk i swear to GOD i will move in with my fucking mother and leave you if that'll make you happier!!! have as many perky and fit and non-mother women as you want here in our damn house if that'll help you get your rocks off"

johns heart breaks but can't figure out if he should be turned on by your anger or what the fuck to do

the baby starts screaming, you curse under your breath, before you say "... just forget it... let me go take care of her and i'll pack some stuff in the morning. i'll keep pumping and dropping milk off here until we figure out a parenting schedule or file for divorce or whatever. i can't take her out of her only home where she's comfy even though it's gonna shatter me to not be attached at the hip with her. i'm gonna go calm her down- i'll sleep in the guest room." and you stalk off

john starts genuinely crying then

.......before waiting outside if the nursery door. when you're done taking care of the baby? all bets are off.

he's pushing you into the wall and smashes his mouth to yours so hard your face hurts. he's breathing heavy and you're caught off guard and your head would have bashed into the wall if it weren't for his hand protecting the back of your skull. johns entire body is flush to yours, down to your fuckin knees. his scent crowds your space and you try to wrench your head away from him and shove his chest, before he begins just peppering your face in kisses

he says breathlessly "baby, if you ever think about leavin me," *kiss* "over some stupid shit your brain conjures up," *kiss* "ever again," *kiss* "i will hunt you down and drag you back here," *kiss* "kickin n screamin bloody murder," *kiss* "if i have to," *kiss* "... where did that idea come from, huh?" *kiss

til he fully pulls his head away, just enough to look in your eyes, and says "baby. love. dear. i think you are the most beautiful woman i have ever had the privilege of seeing in my entire life. i think you look sexiest as a mother. you're glowing, and you're all soft around the edges. you're my wife. i love you, and anything that's changed. you've carried my babe- you've taken care of her and loved her and watching you take to motherhood makes my heart and my cock swell so much im afraid they're gonna burst".... cue you crying, and giggling, and feeling his hard on grinding into the pudge of your tummy "if i ever hear you speakin about yourself like that again, i swear to all that is holy i will make you cum so hard you see stars and make you BELIEVE you're the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. i love you. if i'm honest, i never want you to not be with child ever again. you look so so beautiful all round and swollen with my babe, and the breast milk? an added bonus. fuck baby, you're so fuckin hot when i watch you pump i wanna cum in my pants like a teenager. fuck.... i lo-" he can't even finish before you smash your lips to his and drag him to bed

your next period is late. john was right. he was gonna get you pregnant again come hell or high water

......

SO LIKE IS THERE SOMETHING THERE OR AM I BEING DELUSIONAL?!?!? HELP.

[dakodarheaume-mullen]

dakoda teaching you how to skate at mich family skate

teaching you how to skate

dakoda rhéaume-mullen x high school girlfriend!reader

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dakoda's kneeling in front of you tying your skates. he looks up at you and laughs. "you look terrified."

"because i am terrified. the last time i tried skating, i was eight."

"you'll be fine." he tells you, going back to tying.  "you've got me this time and i won't let you fall." he finishes tying the skate and stands up, offering his hand. "alright, up you go."

you grab it, and he pulls you up, steadying you as you wobble on the rubber mats leading to the ice.

"i'm going to die," you mutter under your breath, clinging to his arm like it's the only thing keeping you upright.

dakoda laughs again. "you're so dramatic. you're not going to die. worst case, you get a bruise or two. best case, you discover you're actually a natural, and i take all the credit."

you jokingly roll your eyes as he steps out onto the ice. you step out and your skates slide out from under you almost instantly,  you grab his arm in a panic. "dakoda!"

"relax, i got you." 

"how do you make this look so easy?"

"because it is easy," he says, smirking. "you're just overthinking it. bend your knees a little, loosen up. and stop clinging to me like i'm the only thing keeping you alive."

you glare at him but let go of his arm and he skates backwards a few inches. "there you go. now, just push off with one foot and glide with the other. it's all about balance."

you attempt to mimic his movements, but your skates barely move, and you're pretty sure you look like a baby deer learning to walk. "balance," you repeat under your breath. "sure. easy." you go to move again and almost fall, quickly you grab onto the boards. you look over at him and he's trying not to laugh as you get sprayed with ice. you turn around and michael is there laughing. "of course it's you."

"of course, it's you," michael mocks. "i thought you were a pro at everything, y/n?"

"i never said that." you mutter, still holding onto the boards for dear life.

dakoda skates over to you and pries your hands away. "come on. we're trying again." you give in and let him guide you away from the boards. "push off gently with one foot. small movements. don't overthink it."

you attempt to do as he says, shifting your weight and gliding forward, well, more like awkwardly shuffling, but it's progress.

"there you go!" dakoda smiles,  "see? it's not that hard."

"i feel like bambi," you mumble, concentrating on keeping your balance.

"bambi got the hang of it eventually." he tells you.

michael skates past again then circles back. "you're improving. at this rate, you might be able to let go of him by next year."

you glare at him. "remind me again why you're even over here?"

"entertainment." he answers before skating away again. 

"ignore him. you're doing great." dakoda says, letting go of one of your hands. 

you immediately panic and grab onto his sleeve. "nope. bad idea. i need both hands."

"no you don't." dakoda laughs. "believe in yourself a little. you're doing better than you think."

you slowly loosen your grip on his sleeve and try to not rely on him as much. you're shaky, but you're not falling, so maybe there's hope yet.

you continue trying and eventually get the hang of it, letting go of him entirely. the wobbles are still there, but they're less frequent. 

he skates around you in slow circles, staying close but giving you some space. 

you make it the whole way around without falling, and when you reach the starting point again, you slowly turn towards dakoda. "i did it," you say, in disbelief.

he smiles. "i told you you could do it. do you want to go around again or do you want to take a break for a little bit."

"i want to go around again." you hold your hand out and he grabs it. 

the two of you skate around the rink together, dakoda letting you set the pace. 

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Here's the fic!!! :D

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"Father, are you going to marry Mr. Fujisaki?" Kiyotaka asked his father as they watched the TV. Takaaki's cheeks flushed red, "Why are you asking?" He asked his son in response. "You and him have been dating for 2 years already. He hasn't popped the question…given both of your ages, I think it'd be best if you both got married now." Kiyotaka said.

"Jesus, you sound like your grandfather." Takaaki looked to the side, sighing. "So what, 'Dad', are you going to send your father off to get married?" Takaaki asked jokingly. Kiyotaka's brows furrowed, but he grinned. "I'm just saying, Father! You two seem to love each other, might as well get married wouldn't you say?" Kiyotaka said.

"Hm. I guess." Takaaki sighed. "We haven't talked about it, Son. It's not on our minds right now." Takaaki turned to look at his son, smiling. "But getting married again sounds nice. Just not yet."

"Hm. I see." Kiyotaka hummed.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Takaaki raised an eyebrow.

Kiyotaka kept quiet, smiling. "Nothing. We'll have to wait for Taichi to say it himself." He only said. Takaaki continued to keep his eyebrow raised, he crossed his leg over the other. "Uh-huh."

Kiyotaka couldn't tell his father what Taichi had mentioned. It made him smile though. Taichi had pulled him aside and confessed that he wanted to propose to Takaaki. To ask him to be his husband. Kiyotaka tried his best to keep it secret, but he was curious on what Takaaki felt himself about being married.

Takaaki ruffled Kiyotaka's hair. "Hey, at least you'll get to live with Chihiro. You won't be so alone at home." Takaaki said, smiling.

"Chihiro is nice company, he'd be a great brother to be around." Kiyotaka said.

"I'm glad." Takaaki softly spoke.

The two jolted when a knock on the door sounded. "Who could be here at this hour?" Takaaki asked as he looked at the clock. "That Owada boy coming over?" Takaaki asked his son. "No." Kiyotaka simply answered, curious at who was at the door.

It couldn't be.

Takaaki opened the door and saw a panting Taichi. "H-Hey, Aki." Taichi greeted with a big smile as he tried to catch his breath. "Taichi? Did you run all the way over here?!" Takaaki asked as he let his partner inside. "N-Not the entire way, was able to get on the last train near here. Then ran the rest of the way." Taichi blushed. "What were you in a rush for, Sweetheart?" Takaaki asked as he kissed his cheek.

"I-I…" Taichi blushed harder. "Hold on. Let me catch my breath. I'm not a runner, haha." Taichi laughed as he coughed from his throat kind of hurting from the run.

Takaaki sat him down on the couch, hand to his back. "Taka, mind getting him some water?" Takaaki requested. Kiyotaka just nodded and went to the kitchen. "N-No, it's okay. Taka, don't bother–" Taichi was cut off by a hand on his own. "It's not a bother. Especially after such a run!" Takaaki said.

Kiyotaka returned with a glass of water and gave it to the man. Taichi silently thanked the teen as Kiyotaka retreated back into the kitchen. Taichi drank from the glass, then exhaled when he finished. "Ah. That's better." Taichi whispered, smiling. He turned back to Takaaki, still smiling. He placed down the glass on the coffee table.

He wrapped his arms around Takaaki and kissed him. "I love you, Aki." He whispered. "I love you, too, but what is this about? You ran over here for something. Tell me." Takaaki cupped Taichi's face with both hands.

"Aki. We've been friends for years, since high school. And dating you has been amazing. I've been really happy with you, even if we can never always be together because of how busy you are.." Taichi looked down at the floor as he rested his head on his lover's chest. Hearing his heart beat.

He could hear it go faster at the sudden contact. He smiled. "I love being around you. And I love you. I want…to be like that forever. Until we grow older. Until we're in the afterlife…" Taichi closed his eyes. He felt Takaaki's hand take his hand and intertwined their fingers. Long and thin fingers perfectly fitting between Taichi's own.

"Is that so, Taichi? My, you're quite sappy." Takaaki chuckled, a little embarrassed hearing that. He'd forgotten what that felt like. To be loved this much.

"Takaaki." Taichi said. "Yes, Taichi?" Takaaki responded, nuzzling his face into Taichi's hair.

Taichi reached into his pocket for something. He held up a ring, smiling brightly. "Will you marry me?" Taichi asked, moving off the couch and on one knee on the floor.

Takaaki looked at Taichi in stunned silence.

"Taichi…I…" Takaaki could feel tears prick the corner of his eyes. God, he felt so stupid crying. He cursed at himself for getting very emotional, but the feelings he felt were overwhelming. In a good way. "Yes. I'll marry you." Takaaki answered finally. Taichi lept onto Takaaki's lap and hugged him. "I'm so glad!" Taichi choked out from his own need to cry.

"I'll make you the happiest man ever. I promise." Taichi said. "I'm already happy with you just being with me." Takaaki held Taichi's face with his hands. "There's no need to worry about that." He added. "And I'm happy with being with you as well." Taichi said right back. Taichi kissed Takaaki's lips, sighing happily.

"I love you." Taichi murmured.

"I love you, too." Takaaki responded.

"Ah, I'm so glad you were finally able to propose!!!" A voice said loudly. "C-Congrats!" Another voice said, sounding like they were speaking from a speaker on a phone. The two turned over to Kiyotaka who was holding his phone up with Chihiro's face on the screen.

The two men just stiffened as they had forgotten that Kiyotaka was still nearby.

"Th-Thank you, you two." Taichi laughed nervously as his face turned bright red.

"Wait, Taka, you knew?" Takaaki asked. "Yes! Taichi had told me about his plan, I just brought it up earlier because I was curious on your stand point on it." Kiyotaka explained. Takaaki sighed, "That makes sense." He said.

Takaaki watched as Taichi grabbed his left hand and carefully placed the ring around his finger, sliding it into place. "G-Glad I got the ring size right!" Taichi let out a breath, relieved.

Takaaki stared at the ring silently, smiling. He held Taichi tightly, never wanting to let go again.

[honeyinapot]

The Long Goodbye

I’ve also got this on AO3 and Wattpad uhhh I don’t use tumblr often I don’t think I’ve ever written anything on here since I made the account? If you wanna teach me anything that’d be nice…

Character deaths warning this is Dazai you’re reading about + Beast Light Novel spoilers.

"Osamu, why do you always seem like you're going somewhere?" You murmured to the man laying on your chest.

"Belladonna," His laugh vibrated against you warming the heart he pressed his ear against. "I'm not going anywhere." 

"I know you Dazai, maybe you're not going anywhere but you're planning something." You frowned raising an eyebrow at him, "And you know how much I hate that nickname cut it out." 

A calloused hand slipped from under you, Dazai slide his body above yours before resting his hand on your cheek. Dipping his head and gently kissing the curve of your neck softly. A contrast to the rough hand grazing over your burning ears. 

"Love, forgive me..sometimes I feel as though you'll be the death of me." Dazai cold breath brought chills amongst your spine. "Even outsmarting me in my own game, you know I love it when you call me my name." 

"Osamu." 

"That's better." Before resting his weight against you once more. A comfortable silence trickled in, staring at the ceiling you slipped your hands in his hair massaging his scalp as he controlled his breathing. 

"What are you planning?" 

Dazai grinned up at you. "Well right now I'm planning to cuddle with you for an hour or so then maybe seduce—"

You sat up bending his body uncomfortably above you, he rolled off to an empty side of the bed. 

"Seriously Dazai, I'm trying to have a conversation with you." You furrowed your eyebrows at the steel case beside you, he made you curious. He sighed through his nose and faced the ceiling. 

"Like I said earlier, I'm not going anywhere or planning anything. Can we go back to what we were doing?" 

He was changing the subject, but this had been something you wanted to discuss for awhile now. 

"Dazai, why have I never been to your job? Actually, why won't you let me?"

"I never want to see you there." He still wouldn't look at you. 

"Where do you work?" 

He didn't respond. You pressed your lips together as you stared at him. You wanted him to tell you the truth, you gave him chances, hints, nudges. Now you were pushing. 

"The Port Mafia, (Y/n) I work at the Port Mafia." You said for him. He stilled turning to look at you with wide eyes. 

"What...what did you just say?" 

"Did you expect me to never see a wanted poster with your name on it? Or see the news? Are your bandages on too tight?" Sarcasm poured from you, you didn't want to be cross with him, but if you want to hide something don't do a piss poor job at it. 

Dazai pushed off the bed. He felt around for his deep brown rich coat and shoes. 

"What are you doing?" You stood following him.

"I have to go."

"We're not done talking."

"I'm done...I'm done talking." 

"You're kidding." You breathed out as he approached the door. 

"You face countless threats everyday risking your life, but you're a coward when it comes to me?" 

His back faced you as he held the doorknob with an internal struggle. He shut his eyes seeing something he never wanted to see again. 

"Yes (Y/n), goodnight."

He slipped away leaving only a quiet click of the door. Presenting him with what you knew meant Dazai had more plans to arrange. He only hoped you wouldn't be there when the time came. 

You hadn't heard from him in days and it was getting on your nerves. You only wanted to talk, to understand, to calm your nerves. There'd been more fights breaking out within Yokohama since your last conversation. 

You didn't even know if he was alive. 

You were bristling as you stood in front of the large building. You really meant to calm your nerves but you just weren't able to brush aside your curiosities. 

Suited up men and women stood outside the building as you walked toward the doors. One of them to your surprise held the door open for you. 

"Thank you."

"Enjoy your trip Mrs. Dazai."

The door shut behind you as heat rushed to your face. 

"Mrs?" You mused as your brain finished. You continued to the receptionists desk as the image of that fool pranced around your mind. A small grin rested on your face seeing him jump around room to room, person to person with your picture. 

'Look at my wife!' 

Asking for your 'husband' you made your way to his office. During the elevator ride up you thought about what it would be like to actually marry the man. Your days always filled with adventure. 

The doors opened to a long empty corridor. You heard only the sound of your shoes and the fabric on your thighs rubbing together. 

You stared out at the beautiful day taking in how warm and sunny it was. Maybe you'd bully him into taking you on a date. 

Dazai always had a reason for his actions, maybe you pushed too far. You couldn't wait to see his face to say you loved him and you were sorry. Sliding your hands in your pockets a smile spread across your face and your heart sung. 

But then you saw him.

"Osa...Osa!"

You tried to breathe, make your voice stronger. 

You weren't sure where your mind went as the scream built in your throat. At first you hadn't realized...but then his bandage unraveled and his deep brown eyes met yours for a moment a second and you could've sworn you felt your heart burst as he fell. A tucked away thought that you'd always feared finally came true. 

You wrote for days. 

Blueprints. Drafts. Editing. More drafts. Copies. Then finalized your work onto a page. 

When you awoke in your new world you were certain your days of hurt would be over. All you had to do was find him. So you searched and stumbled upon a coffee shop. 

You slipped above the stairs without alerting anyone. 

Your heart responded to familiar laughter, it made you walk faster brushing past someone.

"Hey!" A distraction you ignored and pushed forward throwing open doors.

"You're not suppose to be in here—" You could faintly feel their hand try to grab you by the arm. 

"What the hell? Hey!"

You finally threw open the door he stood behind. A room in disarray, paperwork fluttering around him and his tan coat as the sunset in the distance. Although you were facing his back you could tell he was grinning at the chaos around him. 

Seeing him again wedged your heart in your throat. Your voice once again faltered, his name fell from your lips as a whisper. It felt like too long since you'd last saw him, nearly moments ago you were cooped up in your room writing to see him again. 

Momentary bliss was destroyed when arms scooped you up pulling you into a frenzy. 

"I've been calling for you throughout the hallway! You can't be up here." Blonde hair floated into your vision as you struggled against him thrusting your body forward and hanging onto the door frame. 

"Dazai you suicidal bastard when I get my hands on you—"

Osamu's head snapped toward the sound of your voice, the smile he dawned earlier slipping as he recognized you. He'd barely been able to piece together your name in his brain as distant memories of your lives together haunted him. 

You reached for the wooden beam above the doorframe hoisting your body for your legs momentum and throwing them back to land into Kunikida's gut. Weakening his grip you slipped from his arms releasing the beam and stormed up to the glowing man before you. 

Without wasting time you pulled his body close grabbing him by his collar. The tan coat felt different on his body compared to his darker attire. 

And his eyes. God, his eyes. You'd never seen both before one had always been enough. But being here seeing light simmering in his deep brown eyes unravelled something in you. You were happy to see him, it finally brought you peace, yet you were also pissed beyond words you couldn't find. 

While you sat in your home writing you hadn't prepared what you'd say to him. You hadn't even thought about the raw emotions you'd have spilling out, the tears you failed to fight. 

Seeing you like this broke him, he hadn't planned to find you again 

"You said you weren't going anywhere, you swore! You never lie Dazai at least not to me! Why? Why? Why?!"

Dazai had loved you many times, but he wasn't sure how he messed up so badly. Well he did, he just refused to believe it. This wasn't his first time writing in the book, but this was his first time seeing your heartbreak. In every timeline he'd created for you he never lived long enough to see the aftermath. He'd never even gotten to the level of being with you, thinking staying afar would be safer, smarter.

Although he countlessly told himself this he always got closer, intertwining himself in your life. Despite his ability Osamu was still human, and humans made mistakes. He couldn't help it, he desperately missed you in his world. He hadn't held you in years, kissed you, heard you, all he'd been able to do was place flowers on your grave.

Only hearing his own voice, holding himself, missing your touch. 

Osamu had met you years before his mafia life. You'd survived in the slums together by outsmarting and stealing from on goers. Today you managed to pickpocket the wrong one. 

"I don't feel too fondly about little pests as yourselves touching me. Unless of course it were my dear Elise." He spoke calmly without a care in the world as he brought a foot down hard onto your abdomen. Your body salivated from the pain allowing you to cough up only that. He dug his heel into you as he grabbed Dazai by the throat. 

"Now which one of you insects has it?" 

You squirmed under the weight as Dazai observed keeping his one eyed gaze hard. 

"Well boy?" Mori tore his eyes from Dazai to you as you writhed beneath him. 

"Doesn't seem like your friend can take much more—" Mori looked back only to quickly release the dangling boy. He narrowly missed a golden metallic butterfly. Quick on his feet Dazai swooped low kicking the man off you. You scrambled toward him both of you bolting out the bright lit alleyway.

You huffed and puffed as you leant over, your lungs and body screaming for air. 

"Let's stay away from that area for awhile." Dazai murmured just as out of breath as you were. 

"You don't have to tell me twice..who even was that guy? I mean who strangles kids!?" Despite being in the wrong yourself he could've defended himself some other way. There's no need to go murdering children. 

"You ignored me only to not know who we were stealing from?" Dazai was as pissed as a fifteen year old could be. 

"I didn't hear you! He looked like an easy mark!" 

"(Y/n), you're the easy mark! His wanted posters are literally everywhere he's from the Port!" 

You ignored the remark he made given your mistake it was justified. 

"Then why didn't you let me take him on? The mafia sucks and you know how my ability works I could've won easy." 

Dazai opened and closed his mouth completely clamping his mouth shut at his reasoning being ridiculous. He couldn't even lie, not to you, never. 

"Because."

"Becauseee?" You annoyingly nudged at his feet. Dazai turned away from you leaving his bandaged side to your sight. 

"Osamu? Because what?" 

This was the truth even if it was partial. 

"Because...dumb old guys focus more on hurting you than me, so it leaves a clear opening to land a hit."

You stared at him void of any emotion.

"What?" He still refused to look at you, but he felt your stare.

"That didn't answer my question." 

Startled he looked at you with red flush on his face and brown eyes bubbling with panic. A funny contrast compared to his usual teasing and stoic personality. 

"I'm suppose to— I—you!" Dazai placed his hands on his face and let out a muffled scream. 

"Do you know what the Mafia is?" Dazai drug his hands across his face as you gave an answer. In his eyes you saw that something wasn't right. 

Barely a second later Dazai had shot toward you crashing your bodies together onto the dirt. As your head hit the ground a giant syringe stuck into the spot Dazai had been. 

"If you're curious, I could show you the definition." You looked in horror as the man you robbed earlier approached you. 

Osamu held you close with a scowl on his face dissipating his earlier fluttering emotions. 

"Join me and maybe I'll spare you the punishment of trying to embarrass me."

A rumbling filled the heated room from the bees residing in it. You opened a window to clear the suffocating feeling. You didn't know how Dazai wore that dark long trench coat when you work together. He should've been hot enough with the bandages on. 

Pulling away from the window you decided to check on your colony's productivity. Lazily stepping toward an angry bee covered corpse you dug into his mouth to retrieve a blood filled honeycomb. Your signature. Your eyes lingered over your work that you'd brutally honed for three years. Crystals gleamed within each hexagonal shape indicating the sweetness. 

Your sights peered over to Dazai who'd been using the torture method on the aspiring new port mafia's boss. In other words a fake using the actual Port's name in vain. Dazai had still been punching the man and you wondered if he'd ever be done. 

"I'm bored Osamu." 

His dark brown eyes met yours a deep void that barely clung to light. 

"Then come over here and finish him off." 

He pulled away as you approached him shaking off the blood on his fist and wiping the rest on his coat. Rolling your eyes you yanked open the boss' mouth and placed the honeycomb made from his deceased partner and placed it. You patted the gang members head to hush him. 

"Be a good boy and don't spit it out. The bees will follow wherever the comb is."

The boss teared up, maybe from pain, maybe from remorse, or from enjoying the sweet treat you left. You didn't really care. The job was done. 

"Don't take us sparing you as a change of heart, we just need you alive for the papers, m'kay sport?"

He had the nerve to cry. 

The both of you turned away, Dazai slipped an arm around your waist as you left the building. 

"Fucking Port Mafia wannabe." 

The walk most of the way back was long..for Dazai at least. 

"Dammit Chuuya's right you are a waste of bandages!" 

Dazai avoided looking at you, which was easy for him. 

"I didn't do anything wrong!" He whined denying your complaints. 

"Nothing wrong? You dropped me!" You pushed the lanky eighteen year old onto the grass. You hadn't expected him to pull you down with him. You shrieked as you tumbled down the hill with him. Your limbs intermingled with Dazai's as well as your laughter. 

"I don't scream like that!" You snickered. 

Dazai mimicked you once more sending both of you into fits of laughter. 

"Stop!" You laughed harder to the point were it hurt to even breathe. 

"It's exactly how you sound!" Tears flooded Dazai's eyes as he held his stomach. It hurt from the laughter so did his heart as he watched you. 

Hair a mess, clothes tussled and blood stained from earliers fight. His heart caught in his throat from how beautiful he found you in the nightlight. He sat up fast feeling dizzy. 

You continued to laugh until you realized you'd been laughing alone. You breathed out, "Osamu?" 

He'd sat up and looked toward the sky. You could barely see his face. Following his lead you also sat up leaning your body against his. 

"Belladonna." He turned toward you leaning closer making your face burn. 

"Is something wrong?" You whispered.

"It's just will you..." Dazai's face shyly lowered to your shoulder, "will you do a double suicide with me?"

Your rising blood pressure rose higher switching from nervousness to anger. You thought he'd been asking you something different. As playfully as you could you shoved him off you.

"No idiot and stop calling me by that stupid flower!" 

He looked at you with puppy eyes.

"So you won't kill yourself with me?" 

"Is there a bandaged squeezing your brain? No!" You stood up even more pissed as you blinked back tears. It frustrates you more that you were upset about this. Every time it felt like he was toying with you. 

"How about I go finish the report and I see you tomorrow Dazai? It's late and I just want to knock this out." 

"Why the formalities (Y/n)? Did I make you upset?" Dazai joined you standing, towering over you with a smirk. You turned away from him fighting hot tears and a tightness in your chest. 

"I'm gonna head back."

You peeled away from him miserably trudging up the grassy hill. Dazai followed behind you hands in his coat pockets. Walking ahead gave you time to cool and brush off negative thoughts. 

"(Y/n)?"

You paused in your steps taking a breath in before turning to him. He stood paces away from you hands now at his sides fidgeting as he balled them up. 

"Is something wrong?" 

A simple question. Simple enough to make the floodgates pour. Enough to have Dazai bolting toward you. 

A few droplets wiped away bloody grim off your face. Dazai's calloused hand held your cheek, his thumb smeared stray tears as he whispered. The street light above you flickered on and the sight of him, the proximity made your chest hurt. 

"Hey, what's wrong?"

You slapped the hand away. 

"You're what's wrong! I don't get you! I just—"

You buried your face in your hands with a sigh. You felt small in this moment, vulnerable. 

"You're so frustrating look I—" You slide your hands off your face. Looking him in the eye you started over. 

"I like you a lot. I don't understand if you like me back because you're always teasing me. Getting my hopes up and then stepping all over them like some game! It's irritating just give me a hint anything!"

He'd clumsily crashed his lips into yours having zero prior experience besides his pillow. He wished Chuuya had taken up his offer on practicing because God was he nervous. You were soft and bittersweet against his lips despite how rigid you were. 

'Fuck, wait.'

Dazai pulled away from you. He shouldn't have done that this wasn't some fairy tale this was real life. Yet when he opened his eyes he saw yours shut tight, face flushed and hands squeezing at your uniform. 

You peeked an eye open with a pout on your face. 

"Why'd you stop?" 

That night something you'd always cherish was the way his eyes shimmered. Pupils blown out wide and a bright light creeping through his eye while he stared at you with a wide grin. 

"You're stiff as a wall."

You'd blush harder if you could. 

"You're awful you know that, Dazai?"

"Osamu." He leaned closer to your face.

"What?" 

"When you're happy, mad, or angry even with me call my name. We've known each other for too long, but it's alright we'll have more than enough time to practice."

You tried his name again, it felt differently with your newfound relationship.

"Osamu."

"Good, now we can practice those kissing skills." 

You knocked him upside the pole.

"See you at the base, while you're up there plan a date for us tomorrow. We're taking the day off."

You weren't going to make it. You knew that even with Dazai blasting his way through members it was obvious. 

Your focus had been occupied with more than enough between taking fire and bringing swarms over the men. Although you were busy your instinct had you peek at Dazai. You were right, it was a shame that he'd always been your weakness. Two members had eyes on him both taking fire as he returned shots. A third member crept behind him. Without a clear shot you leapt out of cover sure you'd gotten everyone. 

"Osamu! Watch out!" You fired two shots into the members skull and they fell.

Dazai turned toward the sudden disturbance as he hid behind his cover. As he ducked away to reload he'd seen you get shot three times in the chest. To his horror he'd seen his targets change their aim to you. In response to this the bees you deployed were further angered planning new hives in the two remaining. 

Dazai rushed over dropping to your body in a heartbeat. Pulling off his jacket he pressed it onto you to stop the bleeding wound. The fabric didn't help. You were choking. Gargling up words as you bled out. 

"(Y/n)..no hey..look at me, look at me."

You saw the panic in his eyes, but remained calm. Everything was fine, he was safe. 

Blood filled your mouth and pooled out of it as you struggled to speak. You reached for his face cupping the bandages instead of flesh. 

"O...s...a? Os...am....u?" Your body seized still from the pain grabbing a hold of the bandages and pulled. If your heart hadn't been broken already the organ broke at the sight of both his eyes. As you saw yourself dying you watched that light you loved fade alongside you. Tears rushed to your eyes as Dazai turned to a creak at the door. 

A file of members barged in. You could see Dazai scream as he fired at them. Despite how close he was you could no longer hear his screaming nor the ricochet of the guns. 

But you could feel his tears on your body as he fought for you as you quickly drifted to a permanent slumber. 

Soon after Dazai quit the mafia. There was no longer any point to continue protecting you. 

He'd already failed.

Years passed. 

He'd turned 19. 

                Then 20,

                    Then 21,

                         Than 22 without you. 

And every year he found himself feeling eighteen again for four years. Cold and alone missing you. 

Until he found it. The very thing Fyodor had destroyed the world with. 

The Book. 

He shaped and molded worlds for you to live in. Worlds where he could see you happy. A world where he could see you safe. Never again hungry scraping up dirt in the slums. He could never put you through that again. Dazai originally wrote to see you from a distance and then he left. 

The first time he'd done so he came back to this world without you again feeling empty. He picked up a pen again to see you then disappeared. 

But then he bumped into you, his mistake really he shouldn't have gotten too close. Months of seeing you from afar had him craving for more, but touching you gave him butterflies. A sudden thrill he'd missed for years—he caught himself before the rollercoaster of emotions went any further and once again disappeared. 

Now? 

Being away from you for so long made him restless. 

So he created a world where he could fall in love with you all over again. Every world he'd made he'd kept everything that built your personality, especially you're cleverness. The very thing that led you worlds to his, something he hadn't even planned. 

The only two aware of it should still be in that book. 

Akutagawa and Atsushi. 

So how?

"Osamu!" You pulled him worlds away back to his own and he breathed. 

"You have nothing to say? Since you're so quiet I'll say what I've got on my mind bastard." 

You opened your mouth to yell at him, but he'd shut you up with a kiss. 

And he was eighteen with you again. Having his first kiss under a dim flickering streetlight, stealing bread from bakeries, taking out targets, going on dates. He was forever eighteen every time he kissed you. 

But this time was special because he was eighteen and his life finally moved forward. 

Bonus: Kunikida grumbling as he picks up and reorganizes the papers surrounding the two of you. 

Extra bonus: You're absolutely terrified of Atsushi he's literally known in your world for being a murderer?? Since he's a cat and cats are scared of water you throw a lot of water on him the first day, and then adopt him.

[dzthenerd490]

Addendum X-7 Part 3

Now Hong Kong and Paris where in the front office area, just when Paris was about to ask Billy finally came into the room still hunched over in pain.

Paris: What the hell happened to you?

Billy: Ugh, just... felt the price of being misinformed.

Paris: what?

Hong Kong: I kicked him in the balls because he thought you were going to rape him.

Billy: Ack! Hey! That's not... what I was thinking I just... heard THINGS about men who... like men.

Paris: ... ugh, look as much as I'd love to educate an ignorant asshole like you.

Billy: Hey I didn't-

Paris: WE! Have more important things to worry about, so how about you both just shut the fuck up until I say otherwise clear?

Hong Kong: What, but I didn't-

Paris: CLEAR?

Hong Kong: Yes boss.

Billy: Of course, Sir.

Paris: Okay good now get on the platform I'm going to get you both to the level above. 

Billy and Hong Kong looked at one another as neither of them trusted each other. Paris noticed this and sighed in annoyance.

Paris: Okay look, I know I could handle myself if more zombies showed up, but I can't really say the same for you two. That's why you're going together, watch each other's backs and make up for each other's weaknesses. I don't know what you'll find up there nor if you'll be able to come back anytime soon so keep your guard up. 

Hong King: Copy that boss.

Billy: Yes Sir.

Hong Kong and Billy then got onto the platform, Paris then placed the final piece of the handle and started turning it allowing Bill and Hong Kong to get to the next floor.

Hong Kong: ... this doesn't seem so-

Suddenly a Plague Crawlers started falling form the celling and flooding the room.

Hong Kong: Holy fuck! 

Billy: God damn it! 

Billy quickly shot the one in front of them with his shotgun pushing it back but not fully killing it, Hong Kong was still in panic but managed to get out his rifle and start shooting at the Plague Crawlers. The room was quickly getting overwhelmed with Plague Crawlers so the two of them ran past the one's they shot, making a path to get them out of the room. 

Billy: Here's the door!

Hong Kong: Open it already!

Billy grunts in frustration and kicks the door open, Hong Kong then runs out and quickly slams it shut. The door thuds a few times as the surviving Plague Crawlers try to break it down but have no luck. Billy and Hong Kong start breathing heavily but are glad to be alive. However, in the next second they are practically jump scared by two Zombie Crows, though thankfully both Billy and Hong Kong shoot them down with ease. 

Paris: Hong Kong, come in! What the hell happened?!

Hong Kong: Don't worry boss, we're alive! We just got attacked by a bunch of giant mutant bugs or something! Over.

Paris: Giant mutant bugs? Over.

Hong Kong: Yeah, we managed to shake them off but there's still more. Don't let that platform down Boss, the moment you do those things will be all over you! Over.

Paris: Advised, but I'll handle it, I need to go back and inform Rebecca and New York anyways. In the meantime, try to find another way back to either me or Rebecca and New York. Godspeed Hong Kong.

Hong Kong: Copy, over and out.

Billy: So, I guess we just keep going then?

Hong Kong: It's not like we got anything better to do.

The two observe the garden like area they are in and only find one other door to go to. Upon entering they find themselves in what looks like a run-down storage/ maintenance room. 

Hong Kong: Jesus christ, I can never get a read on the mind of the psycho that designed these rooms. Like first you got a train station, a cathedral, a hotel lobby, a dining hall, an interior of a mansion, a garden, and a fucking weird ass storage room! Like pick a fucking genre and stick with it you fuck!

Billy: Hey! Quiet down, we don't know if we're alone.

Hong Kong and Billy look around to see what them is around but as far as either of them can tell the only ones in the room. 

Billy: Huh, I guess we're safe here.

Hong Kong: Tch, famous last words.

Hong Kong then walked forward leaving Billy there, who just smirked as he chuckled.

Billy: say's the guy who's probably walking first into a death trap.

Hong Kong: After everything we've seen I can't imagine it getting worse.

Billy just shrugged as he couldn't deny having the same mentality, so he just followed Hong Kong to find another door out of here. 

***

Meanwhile Paris stood back and let go of the lever allowing the platform to go back down. As it lowered the five remaining Plague Crawlers jumped down and creeped toward Paris. 

Paris: Fuck I hate bugs.

Paris got out his dual SMGs and started shooting the Plague Crawlers right on the head killing each one instantly. The fifth one did manage to dodge and survive but once it got close enough, Paris just calmly grabbed his necrosis venom dagger and stabbed it. He then walked out of the room as the last remaining Plague Crawler disintegrated. Paris then walked down the hallway to the cathedral and slashed a recently appearing zombie in the neck with the necrosis dagger. He quickly passed the cathedral and got back to the main place where Rebecca and New York were at. 

Rebecca: Look I'm just trying to prove I can be useful, that's all!

New York: By being a reckless idiot?

Rebecca: It's not reckless! I just... don't want anyone else to die, especially people I care about.

New York: ... You know the Boss is gay right?

Rebecca: Wha-?! Of course, I know! He told me that! Besides that's not what I meant!

New York: Riiiight.

Rebecca: I said it's not!

New York: I sooo believe you.

Paris: New York!

New York and Rebecca then looked up to see a disappointed Paris standing on the ledge of the railing of the higher floor.

Paris: ... *sigh* is there ever going to be a time where you won't be a pain in the ass?

New York and Rebecca quickly stood at attention, New York was especially scared.

New York: S- Sorry boss.

Paris sighed as he walked down the stairs and ended up in front of Rebecca who looked ashamed. Paris then placed his hand on her shoulder as she looked up to him in confusion but also a little bit of hope. 

Paris: Rebecca, I appreciate you looking out for the rest of us especially since we haven't known each other for very long but please try to look out for yourself as well. Reckless and protective are too completely different things, your body isn't a tool that can just be fixed every time it breaks. It has limits, don't go wasting it.

Rebecca thought about what Paris said and became ashamed of her recent reckless behavior, she just wanted all the death to stop but she was going at it a self-destruction and ruthless manner. Rebecca then stood tall and faced Paris to show her determination. 

Rebecca: I understand Sir!

Suddenly one of the doors from the upper floor opened, Billy and Hong Kong then came out. 

Billy: Hey! We found you guys!

Paris: Just in time too, found anything useful?

Hong Kong: Sadly, no sir but we found more places for us to go, maybe a way out?

Paris: Better than nothing. Alright if you two are ready then follow us.

Rebecca smiled with glee while New York was just happy to not be stuck alone with Rebecca anymore. 

Rebecca: Yes sir!

New York: Copy boss!

The five of them then regrouped and made their way through the door and back into the hallway that Billy and Hong Kong were at. There they found another door, Hong Kong was about to point it out, but Paris stopped him.

Paris: My visor is picking up something hazardous behind that door, New York! Sterilize.

New York: Copy.

New York then pulled the pin on one of his sterilization gas grenades, Hong Kong opened the door slightly and New York tossed it in. Upon explosion screeching could be heard inside the room followed by silence. Paris took point and they walked in to see two dead Plague Crawlers.

New York: Aw sick!

Rebecca: Ew! What are these things?

Paris: Huh the same bugs form before, Look like camel crickets but... much bigger and more disgusting. Hong Kong, get some samples. 

Hong Kong: Already on its boss. 

While Hong Kong was using his sample collection gun to take DNA form the Plague Crawlers. Billy was looking around and saw a grenade launcher on the couch.

Billy: Hey! Check this out!

Billy then held up the grenade launcher, but Paris quickly took it from him. 

Paris: Fucking hell this thing is loaded! Don't go swinging it around like that!

Billy: Hey come on, at least let me handle it!

Paris: No way, I'm holding onto it until I say otherwise.

Billy grunted in annoyance but left it alone. Hong Kong was done collecting samples but then noticed something out of the closet drawers and pulled out a little statue. 

Hong Kong: Think this might be a key to something?

Billy: Probably? Looks like an important part of something.

New York: Are you sure this isn't some stupid rumor you heard about umbrella?

Billy: Might be but I doubt it.

Paris: No harm in trying New York.

New York: Hmph, copy that boss. 

With nothing left in the room the group leave and head up the stairs to the storage/maintenance looking area they were before. 

New York: What the hell? Who the hell designed all this inconsistent crap?!

Hong Kong: That's what I was saying!

Paris: Hey what are those things?

Everyone turns to where Paris is pointing to see four metal boxes with levers on the from and chains coming out of them. 

Hong Kong: Oh yeah those, looked important but I wanted to report back to you first before we messed with them.

Paris: Well in that case let's turn them now. 

Paris walked up to the second box and started turning the lever, it ended up raising a cage on one of the lower areas that looked to be a pool area with all the water drained. New York and Rebecca looked in and saw something shining under where the cage once was. 

Rebecca: Hey there's something there! I'm gonna- 

Rebecca was about to run to the ladder but she quickly remembered what Paris said, she also noticed everyone glaring at her. She sighed, faced Paris in a disciplined manner, and stood firm to address him.  

Rebecca: Permission to retrieve the item sir?

Paris: ... Granted.

Rebecca then smiled, went down the ladder, and grabbed the key; however, as she went back for the latter, she heard hissing coming from the drains. Suddenly the Centurion busted from the drains and grabbed Rebecca. 

Rebecca: AAAAAH!

Paris: Rebecca!

Billy: Paris! Give me the grenade launcher I'll shot that thing's head off!

Paris: Are you insane?! That will also kill Rebecca! Just shoot it!

The four of them started firing; Billy with his pistol, Paris with his dual SMGs, Hong Kong with his assault rifle, and New York was hanging back trying to find a good opportunity to shoot with his shotgun. The Centurion crawled around to avoid the bullets while also trying to bite down on however was closest to it. Thankfully Billy, Paris, Hong Kong, and New York were able to dodge the attacks of the Centurion and kept on shooting it. 

Eventually the Centurion was getting weak and started bleeding like crazy from all the damage. It was getting desperate, so it raised its behind around like a whip hoping to hit something. Everyone dodged in time, and it stopped when it realized how pointless it was to continue. However, when its behind landed on the ground New York was in front of it and by extension its hind pinchers. Before New York could move one of the pinchers stabbed New York in the chest, he screamed out in pain as he felt overwhelming pain in his stomach and liquid filling up his suit. 

Paris: New York! 

New York: Aurgh! Got you, you fuck! 

New York aimed his shotgun at the two pinchers and fired, blasting both the pinchers off due to the close range and now infecting the Centurion with necrosis venom. The Centurion let go of Rebecca out of fear and confusion, it crawled around and thrashed around as its body slowly disintegrated. It eventually ended up falling back into the empty pool where it captured Rebecca and just curled up and died while its body continued to disintegrate until nothing was left. 

Billy ran over to Rebecca and helped her up and thought she thanked him she quickly ran over to New York along with Paris and Hong Kong. 

Rebecca: How is he?!

Hong Kong: Fuck here, put this on his arm!

Rebecca recognized the diagnosis bracelet and quickly put it on New York's arm, the then held him in her arms to keep him comfortable.

Rebecca: Hang in there! You're going to be okay!

New York was having trouble breathing and took off his own mask to show a handsome Caucasian face with brown hair and green eyes. Despite what Rebecca said New York then coughed up some blood, yet he still smiled at Rebecca.

New York: *cough, cough* Fuck this fucking hurts. I really think I'm done for. 

Rebecca: Don't say that! Help him please!

Hong Kong: I'm trying!

Hong Kong then pulled out small canister, loaded into one of the medical guns in his case, pressed the gun on New York's arm, and shot it, injecting him with medicine. However, New York coughed more blood as a result.

Rebecca: What's happening? is it working? 

Hong Kong: Ugh God damn it, I don't understand!

New York: Hey Rebecca...

Rebecca: I'm here so stay with us! Stay with us you selfish jerk!

Rebecca started tearing up, she didn't like New York but she didn't hate him to the point she wanted him to die. In fact, she was already sick of death and wanted it all to stop. 

New York: Haha... Yeah that's me... the asshole... honestly... Sorry about that... I guess I'm just tired of all this shit... But I guess I got a free ticket out... lucky me right...

Rebecca started crying while holding New York as his breathing was getting weaker. 

New York: Hey Rebecca... can I get a kiss? I always wanted to be kissed by a pretty girl.

Rebecca laughed a little as tears fell from her eyes, but she still just held New York on her arms as she knew his time was fading. 

Hong Kong: Hey! Get up idiot!

Hong Kong then kicked New York in the leg making him spit out a little more blood.

Rebecca: Hong Kong! What are you doing?!

Hong Kong: He's fine, the fucking idiot is just exaggerating.

New York: Exaggerating?! I'm literally bleeding you fucking... 

New York then realized the pain was gone yet he still felt like liquid was coming out of his chest under his hand. He then held his hand up and saw that the liquid wasn't blood but sterilization liquid. 

New York: Oh... It's not blood, one of my sterilization gas grenades must have gone off when the centipede stabbed me. 

Rebecca: But wait, he was puking blood, what about that?

Hong Kong: He just got some broken ribs that pierced his lungs, but my medicine already regenerated his lungs and ribs so he's fine. 

New York: Oh... sweet... 

New York then looked at Rebecca who still had tears in her eyes but was looking at him with disbelief and shock. 

New York: ... I'm still up for that kiss by the way.

Rebecca scoffed and let go of New York forcing him to fall on his head; she then got up, crossed her arms, and wiped her tears off as she walked away. 

New York: Argh! Bitch!

Rebecca: Asshole!

New York: You know I technically saved you!

Rebecca: Whatever!

Rebecca was planning on leaning on the wall to the other end of the room, as far away from New York as possible. However, as she quickly noticed that Hong Kong's medicine ended up doing something impossible. 

Rebecca: Wait? You managed to heal New York's lungs, which were pierced by his own broken ribs, with medicine alone?

New York, Paris, and Billy then looked at Hong Kong; Billy was also wanting an answer while New York and Paris were curious on how he was going to dodge the truth. 

Hong Kong: Uh... miracles of top-notch medicine straight from the higher ups. Just one of the perks of working for the World Health Organization. 

Paris raised his hands to shut up Hong Kong, but it was already too late, and New York just sighed as he put his mask back on. 

Rebecca: Wait the World Health Organization? I thought you guys were with the CDC.

Hong Kong: ... oh...

New York: Yeah, there you go, Genius. 

Hong Kong grunted at New York but quickly turned back to Rebecca to address her. 

Hong Kong: Uh, yes well... we actually work for both! You see-

Paris: Enough Hong Kong, the cats already out of the bag, don't go insane trying to get it back in. Besides I think it's obvious at this point this is life or death so if we want to work together, we need to trust one another. So, we might as well tell them everything. 

Billy: Oh, this should be good. 

Paris: *sighs* Okay look we're not from the CDC or WHO. We're actually a Mobile Task Force known as Lambda-12 "Pest Control"; we work for an international secret organization known as the SCP Foundation. Our whole organization is dedicated to locating and containing anomalous objects, entities, and pathogens. It's the whole reason why we weren't so that surprised about zombies showing up out of nowhere. 

Billy: Wait, wait, wait does that mean you guys know about bigfoot, the Loch Ness monster, and the whole Roswell incident, and Area-51? 

Paris: The Loch Ness monster doesn't exist, and the Roswell incident actually was an air balloon incident. It just crashed on a guy's head and cracked his skull open; his head was misshaped to the point that it looked like an alien, so people just said it was actually a flying saucer since it looked like one and that the dead guy was the dead alien pilot. Also, Area-51 is just a place where they test out new jets and planes with experimental technology. Not that it ever works, guys over there are idiots. 

Billy: ... Oh... wait you never said anything about Bigfoot.

Paris: Its classified so use your imagination.

Billy: ... Knew it was real.

Paris and Hong Kong sighed while New York just chuckled as he still lied on the ground in pain. 

Rebecca: So wait, what about the Sarkite thing? Is that real?

Paris: Yes, but we did lie about the specific details. They're not bioterrorists but cultists that worship flesh, disease, dark magic, and vermin. They like to create disgusting monsters, curses, items, and diseases that help strengthen themselves and kill off their enemies. So yeah, zombies, shapeshifting leeches, giant mutant bugs, it all just screams Sarkicism.

Rebecca: A religious cult... so that part wasn't a lie, I was really hoping it was. 

Paris: Sorry Rebecca.

Billy: So, wait the reason for weird stuff that goes bump in the night is all just because of a cult full of mutant flesh freaks? 

Pairs: I wish that were true, there's actually a long list of groups that have their own goals with the anomalies and freaks of the world but for now let's just focus on the enemies in front of us. 

Rebecca: Oh! Speaking of which! I found this before that giant centipede grabbed me. 

Rebecca then handed Paris the Facility Key, Paris felt like it was familiar and pulled out the computer screen pad to confirm his theory. 

Paris: Alright, I think I know where this key goes, good work Rebecca. 

Paris then gently pat Rebecca on the shoulder, she smiled proudly at him.

Paris: Alright, New York how damaged is your suit?

New York: I'm fine but if I get stabbed like that again its lights out for sure.

Paris: Try to stay out of danger then. Well, if everyone's ready then let's move out.

Once they got all their stuff and ammo collected the five of them moved down the stairs, past the mansion main room, through the cathedral, and finally down the hallway leading to a red door. Paris then unlocked the door with the Facility Key and one by one they entered carefully in case there were any monsters inside. 

New York: ... Tch, we could have totally blasted the door down. 

Paris: Better to be safe than sorry, New York. If we can, we should avoid large amounts of zombies and especially those giant bugs if we encounter them again. 

Billy: I'm pretty sure you can attest to that.

New York: Ugh, yeah, yeah.

The Group then looked around for anything useful but as far as anyone could tell it was just another messy room. However, Rebecca then noticed something abnormal about the moose head in the room.

Rebecca: Paris, there's something on the head of that moose, permission to acquire it, Sir?

Everyone then looked at the moose head and how high it was then they looked back at Rebecca and how short she was. 

New York: Pfft, if you can grab it but I really doubt-

Paris: Granted

Rebecca then ran onto of the pile of books and furniture in the room and used it as a boost when jumping off and the moose. She held onto some ledging with one hand and grabbed the item with her other. she then gently fell down and walked to the others to show what it was. 

Rebecca: It's a... it looks like an iron needle?

New York: So useless like everything else in this room, fan-fucking-tastic.

Hong Kong: Still, that was impressive how you did that Rebecca.

Rebecca: Thanks, I play a lot of basketball.

Paris: Hm, go ahead and keep it anyways, might be useful for something. Or at least I hope, kinda sucks this was all that key was useful for. 

Billy: Actually, I remember seeing a red door similar the one you opened back at the kitchen on the floor below. 

Billy then looked at the iron needle that Rebecca was holding. 

Billy: Also, I think this is a minute hand for a clock, I saw in that room where those giant bugs were there was a clock without a minute hand. 

Paris: ... You're just now mentioning this?

Billy: Uh... well I mean, we didn't have these things before.

Paris: That doesn't matter! You still should- grrr! Report everything you see! It's not that hard! God! You and Rebecca are like Children! The only difference is that Rebecca actually knows when she needs to mature!

Paris then left the room in anger leaving the four of them in an awkward silence. 

New York: Well, I guess we now know which one's daddy's favorite. 

Hong Kong: Shut the fuck up New York.

Billy just sighed in annoyance and left the room, Hong Kong along with New York went next and Rebecca who was still in awkward silence went next. Outside everyone saw Paris waiting for them.

Paris: Lead the way, Billy.

Billy: Ha... Listen Sir, I've been rude to you in different ways and I-

Paris: Billy! I'm not in the mood. Lead. The. Way.

Billy then sighed and did as Paris asked, Paris followed him, but he stopped the other three.

Paris: New York you're with us, Hong Kong and Rebecca you go find this clock that Billy mentioned. I'm sending the directions on the map to your visor now. 

Hong Kong: Ah, alright got it, good luck boss. 

***

Nothing eventful ended up happening when Rebecca and Hong Kong went to the clock or when Paris, New York, and Billy went to the kitchen. In fact, Paris's team only found some lighter fluid and a bottle of wine. Meanwhile Rebecca and Hong Kong were trying to figure out the clock to see if it was just a regular clock or perhaps a puzzle.

Hong Kong: Rebecca I really don't think Billy was honest when he was talking about all that puzzle architecture and hidden rooms stuff. 

Rebecca: Just give me a sec, I'm sure if I get the right position I can-

Suddenly the clock's bell went off and it could be heard all throughout the building. Paris's heard it as well and even heard some clicking here and there as if mechanisms were in the works.

Paris: Rebecca come in what just happened? Over.

Rebecca: Billy was right! I found the clock he was talking about and after setting the right time it must have unlocked something! Over.

Paris: Well, I'll be damned, alright come back to the room we all came in and we'll meet you there, over and out. 

Rebecca: Roger that, out!

***

The five of them regrouped and met back up back in the main room that resembled the main area of a mansion. 

Hong Kong: I can't believe you were right about that hidden puzzle in the building stuff.

New York: Wait that's real? God Umbrella makes contracts with the weirdest people. First that train with that shitty math problem, and now a building that unlocks rooms when you get a clock in the right position?

Paris: What sucks is that last part sounds like something Are We Cool Yet? would do.

Rebecca: Who?

Paris: Long Story. Anyways we should try to find out which doors are unlocked and see what they have. 

Hong Kong: Uh, Boss? How do we do that?

All five of them looked around at all the doors and how they not only didn't know which ones were unlocked but also what kind of monstrosities lied on the other side.

Paris: Ugh, God damn it. I said it once, but I'll say it again, whoever made all of this- IS A SADISTIC FUCK!

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[quiet-girl-short-stories]

Hayate's Training

Men who did martial arts have always turned Cassie on. It was something about seeing the amount of skill and dedication that just got her going. So when Hayate invited her out to watch him... or something to that effect, she knew she couldn't turn him down.

She actually sat waiting for him to get a break, but she stared and watched as every muscle that tensed at his movements.

His hair stuck to his face and when he took a pause to calm his breathing, that didn't help Cassie; he looked as if nothing could bother him and that going near him would only end badly.

Others were in the room, but Cassie didn't know any of them, so staring at Hayate was just as good. Hayate took a breath and began his stretches.

Yeah much more worth it.

After ten minutes of him stretching and Cassie drooling, he was finally let go. Hayate's eyes immediately went to the door and he found Cassie standing there. He smiled and went to her as he dried himself off.

"You're late," he said once he was in front of her.

"I'm not, you were just practicing for so long."

He chuckled. "I know, I'm joking with you."

As always, then why even sound so serious? That shits not funny. He walked off to collect his jacket and get his water bottle, Cassie followed behind him like a puppy.

"But since you are here how about we stay and watch the others."

"Is that okay?"

He nodded. "We're training together, this'll help me become a good teacher too. The more I see, the better I'll be able to see what mistakes people make. Plus, it'll help me to see my own issues and know how I can help." Wow, you got all this shit figured out don't you? "But besides that, I figured you wanted to stay and watch anyway."

"Why do you think that?"

"You've always been interested in stuff like this." He crossed his arms. "Like boxing right?"

Her face went red. "Yeah..." Shyly, she averted her eyes from him and heard Hayate laughing.

"Although I can't teach you anything about boxing, I can teach you some self defense techniques."

"You don't have to do that."

"As you always say, just take my lesson and accept it."

She stared at him, Being so close to you scares me and who knows where you'll have to touch on top of all that but-

"Okay... maybe just a few things."

...

"Hold your arm over your face, keep your other hand out so if you can grab something do it." He positioned her arms then moved to see how she looked. "That's good, but remember to tense up, I can tell you aren't."

Then why don't you help me then, Cassie did as he said and kept her arms tense. After a few minutes, he told her to put her arms down.

"Now, to be sure you actually learned something, I'm going to come at you. If you do this you should be able to block me."

With him now in front of her, he approached her. Cassie watched his hand reach out for her and no matter ehat she was taught, she still flinched snd just covered her face. Hayate chuckled and she felt him grab her wrists.

"W-what's funny?" She said lowering her arms.

"That you panicked even though you knew I was coming at you."

I can't help that this shit scares me.

"Sorry, I'm kind of nervous."

He was still pressed against her. "Well, let's try again." He finally stepped back and let her get ready, once she was, he approached her again.

This time, Cassie blocked his arms and grabbed his shirt with her other hand.

She waited a bit before looking up. "N-now what?"

He smirked before moving his other hand to where she was grabbing. "Naturally, people would reach for the hand that grabbed them, that's when you hit them. You'd aim for exposed areas of the body, such as the nose or throat."

Cassie committed this information to memory, she hoped she'd never have to use it, but it was nice to have.

Hayate was staring at her while Cassie thought about what he said. He gently pulled her arms down, but remained holding her.

"How about we try another position you may find yourself in?"

"Uh, okay."

Hayate smiled and turned her around. Cassie then saw his arms as they wrapped around her shoulders.

What the hell?

Hayate chuckled near her ear. "You're not scared are you? I'll stop if you are?"

Cassie wasn't scared for the reason he was thinking, so she shook her head.

"Okay, then I'll continue." His embrace got tighter.

So much so that Cassie felt he could lift her in his arms and start dragging her.

"Now you tell me. What should you do in this position?"

Remembering what he told her, she should try fighting back and aiming for exposed areas. However, with her arms pinned down, she could really only fling them back and forth.

"Exposed areas so..." Her hand happened to be right where his hips were and the only thing she could think of was an organ she'd rather not touch... Well...

"Yes, I can tell you know where to aim by your hesitation. The groin is a good place to hit when pinned like that, you could also headbutt me considering your height."

Is that meant to mean I'm short? Why do you people think I'm so short?

"Remember your legs as well, you could kick back and hit their knee or stomp on their foot. Also, this can work if you're grabbed from the front. Would you like to be sure you can actually do this?"

Cassie made a face. Having your crotch against my back again sounds like a nightmare, but having your strong arms around me is a dream.

Simply, she nodded.

Hayate went to her and prompted when he'd grab her.

Once he did, he said, "can you remember the places?"

"Yeah, exposed areas..." With a gentle demonstration, she moved her head in a headbutting motion, swung her leg softly and moved her hand to once again hover his midsection. Her face went red. "I-I can't touch there."

He chuckled, but remained holding her. Now it was less in a threatening manner and more in a loving embrace.

"If you feel threatened then those manners should be thrown out the window. Remember this much: no matter your relationship if someone is overstepping your bounds you need to defend yourself."

Too bad I'm not scared like that, I just need you to let me breathe!

He removed himself from her and stood with a smile. "You're actually pretty good at this, plus you have enough strength to defend yourself normally." Well my brothers were annoying when we were kids. "Though, I feel like we've wasted the entire day."

"I learned something, so it wasn't really wasted."

His smile returned. "How about I just take you home then?" She agreed and began getting her things as Hayate did. "Oh, but how about we go out later in the week?"

Cassie stood up normally but found Hayate closely in front of her.

The smile on his lips caused Cassie's mouth to open but nothing came out. He chuckled after a bit and touched the top of her head affectionately.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Cassie closed her mouth and once more just nodded. Hayate walked to the door. Cassie kept her back to him and gestured violently at herself.

You're an idiot! He's not that pretty, so relax and learn to talk!

"Cassie?"

She turned back and gave him a small smile before joining him at the door.

[foncethefool]

Many Quotes of a local mouse

It's an odd thought, the we could one day stop existing to each other, where we would spend hours at a time together and have it turn to minutes here and there in a day, then between days, weeks, eventually we'd send a few courtesy texts ever few months until we just forget, it's a sad thought 05-12

We’ll smile through the tears and cry while we laugh 07-25

Who do you think makes me think of the future~ of what I want to do with my life? Who do you think makes me improve my life on a daily basis because I want to be better for them? Who gives me courage to embrace myself Who confirms me like no one else would be able to because they could never understand Who makes me feel okay enough to cry with them Who helps me when I need it and asks for so little in return Who do I want to give the world to every time I talk to them because I want them to be happy more than any of my rough and tough girl act? 08-21 there's so much I wish i could do for you, so many ways to say that you mean the world to me, but every time i think i have a good way to tell you, you just exist and it's so amazing, i'm in awe of you and i forget all the words i want to say, you take my breath away and make my heart pound. 08-22

I'm glad that even when the day comes that we part ways, that I'll remain in your life, I may not get to hold your hand as we sit by the moonlit lake, but I'll be in your eye when you get there 08-24

I've done the worst thing i could do to you, far more cruel than killing you, i've helped you, given you a light only to cast you back into the dark with a torch that's fading quickly 08-26

But if you can keep walking on your own, even if it's just a few more feet than when i first met you, i think it was worthwhile 08-26

Gods you've ruined me~ I'm scared of the future now more than ever, I'm scared that this will stop hurting, I'm scared that one day these songs will stop bringing tears to my eyes, I'm scared that the thought of losing you will eventually stop clawing sobs from my throat and make it hard to force air into my chest And it's so selfish, all while I cry about losing you there's this spark in my chest that's excited for what the future brings, new adventures, new experiences, new times with someone who….someone I can touch, who can hold me, who can be here and laugh and cry and truly call me theirs the same as I'd call them mine, it's selfish, it's awful and lovely and I'm so scared and hopeful and Its so hard to sort out my feelings and I feel stuck, my feet rooted in place while I grab desperately at wisps in the air 08-27

I beg that when it's time to go you cry with me, that you smile with me, that you laugh with me, that our goodbye is real, that our goodbye is ours 08-28

It's alright to cry, even the sky does sometimes 08-28

The morning of September 1st

Have you decided what you'll do? Will you stand strong? Risk being swept away in the current, or will you float? I don't know how much longer I can stand strong. Im afraid. I'm scared to let go of everything I have and i'm losing my grip. Sometimes that's the hardest part, holding on, you'll never know what's next but at least you can embrace it I'm going to lose my grip and get swept away in the current Then I'll pull you out, hold you tight until you're ready to float, and I'll lay beside you in the river. 09-05

A week is nothing compared to the promise of forever But it still aches as if it's an eternity without you 09-23

my starlight, my moon beam, you're the air in my lungs, the grass beneath my feet, you're the sun in my sky and the water of my stream 09-26

You matter so much more to me than what you provide, my love for you isn't based around what you give me, it's about who you are10-01

We both know I'll follow your lead even if it takes me through the nine hells themselves 10-03

hmmm no, no i think we're meeting for the first time and it's beautiful, we don't fit together like a well worn glove, but we feel right, we're the feeling of a new coat that fits just right, of a rope that's purrfect around the wrist, we're new and amazing and this is our souls entwining, from this point on we'll be together in as many lives as the universe gives us 10-06

And if the world was perfect, you would be here in my Embrace 10-06

You say the word and I'll bleed for your, You ask for my shield and I'll defend you from the world, Call for my blade and I'll slay nations, Ask for my cheer and I'll lead the world in a chant for your name. You're so much more than my world, I would climb mountains to shout your name to the heavens. 10-06

With this hand i swear to hold your name high, to protect it and fight for it, to help you better yourself and keep you close, with these lips i promise to make you smile, to remind you of love, both lost and found, to kiss away the tears you may cry, with this short life i was given, i have found the gift of love and wish only to remind you every day of that same gift, forever it is my love Good morning my darling, a wonderful breeze that sifts my sails in an ocean of madness, you are the one thing I believe is pure 10-07

I'll always have my dreams of holding you, Until you tell me it's over I'll hold onto those dreams 10-07

The sharpness of the outside world fades when in the warmth of your embrace 10-09

Let your worry and sorrows be mine, let the burdens you carry melt in my grasp, feel the love i feel for you and prospurr 10-09

I mean it when I say you're worth hurting for, I am hopelessly in love with you it's not even funny, there's nothing in the world you could do to make me not think that you're worth it, you're my forever 10-14

It'll be okay My love! the day will slow, work will become easy in my mind, the rain will start and the warmth will seep into your bones making you warm and numb 10-17

i struggle so often to accept you in my life sometimes, it's a challenge to open up and to let you in, but i'm glad i did you're worth more than any stars in the night sky 10-17

I forgot what we were supposed to be, I lost my way and I hurt you, and I can't change the past, all I can do is, be better for our tomorrow 10-18

You're so much more than my love, you're the light of my life, you're a one in a million chance and i'm so glad that i get to have you with me in this life 10-22

I'm such a fucking (i swear if you tell anyone this i'll make you get on a stage and give a speech) Husky, i adore the cold 10-28

Be it slums or kingdoms, as long as i'm with you i'm happy 10-30

I think of you and my night comes alive, no longer do my inky blacks linger in my mind, instead alright with the fireflies of your presence 11-07

An eternity together, lazing atop the waves of life Feeling the cool ocean under our backs our hands interlaced as we float on 11-28

I need to let go and float I’m so tired I can’t push against the waves much longer

You're hiding less and less of yourself and it makes you hurt at work but you're flourishing everywhere else! 11-28

[tri-poke]

Gale, nods as she hauls her lithe runner up to sit easier. "I reckon so. That'll be the most efficient." Get 'em all home in one day. Which is probably best. Can't say I'm fond of all those crags come sundown."

Cookie, leaning forward and resting her chin on Gale's shoulder like a tiny wrinkled demon of color rasps, "Rocks can fall any time. Makes any venture likely to go flat." Then she cackles.

Gale rolls her eyes. "She thinks she's funny."

Stammers grunts at the same time his thin old gray gelding with white spots does, so there is a sort of echo of resentment. "You can say that again."

Cookie says, "That."

The last of the Tripokes, a very quiet man who, in spite of his great size, just seems to fold in and take up as little space as possible, groans. "Whatever teams we're splittin', I ain't goin' with the Queen of Fart Fuel."

Cookie harrumphs but preens at the same time. "Makes your guts healthy. You'll thank me when you're eighty."

Gale says, "Ok. Ok. Fine. Enough looking for worms in your stew, you grousers. You and Stammers on one team. Cookie, me, and the demon rider here on the other."

"Done," the big man and Stammers say in unison.

Cookie says, "Still a big inquisitive left. Who goes to which hell? Are we getting pounced by the beasts in the sunlight or crushed like flap-jacks in the breathing caves?"

Stammers complains in an unhappy string, "Why you haveta make everything sound so creepy, Cookie? I don't even understand you half the time."

Cookie grins even wider, her teeth seeming just a little less grandmotherly and a bit more like the fairytale Majungasaurus met by the girl with the red feather in her cap walking through the briar filled delta who runs ahead to take the heroine's grandmother's place to eat them both. If Zach remembers correctly, the only reason anyone survives is because the Majungasaurus eats an axeman, lost in the delta on the way home from the wars, whole in one great gulp, for dessert. So the old veteran is able to cut the way out of the Majungasaurus' stomach for himself, the little girl with the red feather, and her grandmother. And the Majungasuarus STILL used its last strength to bite with all its strength, its teeth locking in the old axeman's armor so the little girl and her grandmother have to bury them together, letting the Majungasaurus' soul rise so it can escape death to hunt along the delta as a ghost forever after that.

Cookie rasps, "That's good. My second father used to say before he was assassinated, "the fool who knows he is ignorant is halfway to not being a fool."

Gale slaps her forehead. "Better just to ignore her. Alright, you're clearly struck by the lightning of luck today. Which way you wanna go?"

"Yes," Cookie agrees. "Which is luckier? Death by ambush or death by flattening? You seem to know these things today."

[familyvideostevie]

pottery girl pt2 where reader and steve look for another hobby to develop and do together for one of their dates *SCREECHES* ily

obsessed that steve and pottery girl live to see another day! this time they try ~photography~ which i actually know how to do so there are some more details! hope this satisfies, let me know!! | 1.5k, fem!reader, fluff, jonathan make an appearance, a nice little make-out session for steve and pottery girl : )

"Just don't turn the lights on like, at all," Jonathan reminds you. "That's the basic thing. Everything else is written out and I mixed all the chemicals for you already." He eyes Steve like he can't believe this is really happening, that he's letting him into the school darkroom. He turns back to you and hands you the keys.

"Thanks, Jonathan," you say earnestly. "I promise I'll give these back tomorrow." He shoots you a quick smile.

"Just...try not to break anything?" he hedges. Steve sighs loudly.

"Dude, I've said sorry a million times and I bought you three cameras, I swear I'm not gonna sabotage this place --" Jonathan laughs.

"I'm fucking with you, Steve. Have fun!" He takes off down the hallway and Steve rubs a hand over his face.

"Hate when he does that," he mutters. "Freaks me out and makes me think he still wants to punch me."

"Well, I think we're here because he and I are friends, not because he particularly likes you."

"Christ, strike a man when he's down, why don't you?"

You and Steve have been seeing each other for almost a month. Dating him is late night drives, flowers when he picks you up, gentle snores next to you when he falls asleep watching a movie. It's his hand in your back pocket, his off-key singing voice echoing in the empty pottery studio, sweet kisses whenever he catches you looking at him. Which is often. And now you've decided to undertake another creative hobby together, but this time you're the one with steady hands and confidence. You'd taken photography freshman year with Jonathan, and while he was much better at it than you and stuck with it, you remember the basics of developing film.

So you borrowed your mom's Canon point and shoot and have spend the last few weeks snapping pictures of Steve. He's taken a fair amount of you, too, and there are some of his legion of children friends from the picnic he brought you on a few days ago. The dark room is how you remember it -- a little crowded, metal tables covered with bins that smell sharp and potent. The enlargers line one wall and you can see Jonathan has set up all the stuff for you on the center table, a little higher than the rest.

"We need to do the first part in the dark," you tell Steve. He shuts the door behind you and flicks on the switch that tells anyone in the hall not to come in.

"This is all you, baby. I'm only gonna mess it up." You tut at his self-depreciation but know it's a losing battle to argue with Steve about that, though you're working on it. You lay out your canister, the opener, and the tub with the light-proof top.

"Okay, hit the lights," you tell him. "I'll tell you when it's over." Steve flicks off the overheads and the room plunges into darkness. When you do your prints you'll be able to use the red lights, but this has always been your favorite part. You start to pry open the film and roll it on to the wheel.

"Marco," Steve says. He's only a few feet away and part of you imagines that you can feel him there, attuned to his breathing and even the faint smell of his cologne. Only a month and he's wormed his way into you so thoroughly you know him with your eyes closed

"Marco?" he says again. "You get lost in here?"

"Polo," you answer. "Almost done." The film slides easily onto the tracks and you feel around for the tub, sliding the wheel into it and locking the top. "Okay, lights please!"

"Jonathan said no lights, though," Steve says. You smile in the dark even though he can't see it.

"We can for this part, trust me." Steve listens to you immediately and the room brightens so abruptly you wince a little.

"I do," Steve says belatedly. "Trust you, I mean." This time you smile so he can see.

"Chemicals time," you say. "Wanna hand me stuff?" He nods and rolls up his sleeves, watch in place this time, as you check Jonathan's instructions. Steve just observes you at first, before you decide to tease him.

"Are we back to silence?" you ask lightly. He scoffs and his cheeks pink.

"I can't explain myself but I really like watching you do...stuff." So far you've just filled up a few pitchers and cracked open a canister in the dark, but if Steve likes looking at you, that's his business. "Will you explain it to me as you go?" He's soft in a way you have learned he shows only people he's close to, especially as his shyness around you has faded. This is curious Steve, Steve that knows you won't make him feel dumb for not knowing something. He makes your chest flutter.

You tell him what each chemical does, starting with developer and you have him swish the tub back and forth as you explain stop and fixer. He listens attentively, eyes darting around the room at all of the pieces of equipment he'll have you cover later. Before you know it you're pulling the film out to rinse in the water bath and Steve is washing out the materials you used.

"God, it smells weird in here," Steve says, wiping his hands on an errant towel he found.

"I always liked the smell of fixer," you admit.

"It'e like rotten eggs!" Steve wrinkles his nose at you. "Weirdo."

"You smell like clay most of the time," you retort.

"Which you told me you liked! 'So earthy,' I think it was. Pretty sure you drooled as you said it." You laugh at him and he makes a face at you. You can barely remember when he was shy. "So now what?" he asks. You pull the film out of the water bath and hang it on the string that runs across the room. The images are sharp, that much you can tell.

"It needs to dry for a little," you say, back to him as you secure the clothespin.

"For how long?" he asks. Something in his voice is too innocent. You turn to him, eyebrows raised, hands on your hips.

"Half hour, maybe? Why, you got somewhere to be?"

"That'll do." He taps the metal table where you were just working with his fingertips. You roll your eyes but hop onto it, not one to deny Steve anything. You barely have a second to ask what he's up to before he's standing between your legs and kissing you silly. You sigh into his mouth and slide one palm under his shirt to feel the warmth of his back. His breath hitches, lips parting more and you take the opportunity to chase his tongue with yours. His hands are solid on either side of your neck, thumb on your pulse point to feel how he makes your heart race.

Steve bends forward a little and trails wet, sloppy kisses down your jaw and to your neck replacing his thumb with his lips to suck on your flushed skin.

"I don't think...oh...I don't think this is what Jonathan gave us...Steve...the keys for..." you stutter out. A not altogether small part of you hopes he's leaving a mark.

"If you're talking about Byers right now then I'm not doing a good job," he says, voice raspy, and you laugh, a breathy, needy sound. He swoops back up and tongues into your open mouth and it's so filthy you think you're going to explode. His hands are everywhere this time and you link your ankles behind him, thighs pressing into his hips.

You don't know how long you make out for, but it's long enough that you're a little dizzy and more than a little worked up. The room feels hotter when Steve finally pulls away from you. His lips are shiny and red, pupils totally blown. You bring fingertips up to your mouth to find it swollen and you think the flush you're feeling will never fade.

"Do we have to do prints today?" Steve says clearing his throat of the roughness you put there. "Can we just...go back to my place?" He looks sheepish as he suggests it but you nod frantically, not even a little embarrassed by how badly you want him, how excited you are that he wants you too. You'll never tire of it.

"Let's just look at the film for a second, okay?" He holds your hips unnecessarily as you hop off the table and move unclip the roll. He's right behind you as you cut it into strips and place it on the light table in the corner. Backlit like this, you can see the black and white images, though they're negatives. But you can make out your face and Steve's and plenty of your friends.

"They look real nice," Steve says, chin on your shoulder. He's getting handsy, a palm sliding into your back pocket. "You did a good job."

"We did," you correct him. "And I can't wait to print them...next time." You switch off the table and put the strips into an envelope.

"So we have to come back?" Steve groans. "Another opportunity for Jonathan to mess with me, great."

"His dream!" you laugh. "But you're mine, baby." Steve groans.

"Alright, that's too cheesy, we gotta get out of here before you say something so sweet I get a cavity. Less talking, more kissing!"

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[albertasunrise]

The Unexpected Gift - Part 5

Masterlist

Summary: When a baby girl is dropped on Javier Peña's doorstep with a note claiming she's his, he's suddenly thrust into fatherhood. With no clue what to do, he will need all the help he can get if he's not to stumble at the first hurdle.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader, Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to list any warnings. This will be 18+ as chapters progress. If you are triggered by anything to do with babies then read at your own risk... Sorry in advance 😅

Series Masterlist- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

You sat there and watched Javier as he slept soundly, the painkillers doing their job. María was sucking eagerly at her sippy cup in your arms, not a care in the world or an understanding of how just a few weeks prior, she'd almost lost her Papi. You still weren't able to wipe it from your memory and you weren't sure you ever would but as you sat in that chair and you watched the agent sleep you knew you had to do better by him.

By her.

...

3 weeks ago...

You'd been sitting vigil at Javier's side for hours.

Connie and Steve had gone home a few hours ago to relieve Claire and you'd said you would stay with him. You had called Jason beforehand to let him know you wouldn't be home and then you'd taken your place at the agent's side. Held his hand and silently prayed for him to pull through.

The doctor had come by, explained his injuries and how severe they were. He'd lost a massive amount of blood, was lucky to even make it to the hospital. He'd told you it had taken numerous blood transfusions to stabilise the agent and that the damage to the artery have been severe, he was lucky he'd lived this long.

You were sipping a coffee that one of the nurses had kindly brought you when it had happened. Alarms had started to blare and the room had filled with bodies, your own being pushed to one side.

You managed to catch bits of Spanish here and there. You caught 'crashing' and 'we're losing him' and your knees gave out from underneath you. You watched from where you were curled up on the floor as they shocked him and pumped air into him, silent tears streaming down your face.

"Él está de vuelta." (He's back.) A nurse stated as another hooked his breathing tube back up and you allowed yourself to cry openly as two hands guided you back to your chair.

...

A knock at Javier's door tore your attention away from the agent and you carefully stood from your chair and went to answer it, sighing when Jason was revealed to you.

"What are you doing here?" You grumbled, rolling your eyes when he pushed past you "Jason?"

"I came by to see you." He replied as he placed a few food items on Javier's table "I haven't seen you in a few days so thought we could have dinner together."

"I've been taking care of Javier, Jason, you know that."

"Yeah well... You have a boyfriend that needs you too." He growled and you took a step back in shock at his statement.

'Sorry you feel like I've neglected you but Javi's not able to do anything for himself right now so he needs me." You argued, "And so does María."

"So what?..." He starts as he paused his task of unpacking the bag "I'm just supposed to sit in the apartment across the hall and wait for him to get better?"

"No... That's not what I'm saying..."

"But it's what you're implying." He snapped "You know... People have been talking."

"About?"

"About how you're clearly cheating on me." He started, his tone taking on an accusing edge "That you're here, screwing his brains out whilst I sit there and wait for him to ditch you so that you'll come running back to me."

"You don't believe that do you?" You practically squeaked and Jason shrugged.

"I don't know what goes on behind closed doors." He stated and you gasped at his reply.

"So you don't trust me."

It wasn't a question.

"Of course I do." He piped up, his eyes panicky as he stepped towards you "I just think perhaps, to save your dignity, someone else should take care of Javier from now on."

"My dignity?"

"Babe... I warned you that people would talk."

...

1 week ago...

"Absolutely not!" Jason argued as he threw the magazine he'd been reading down on the coffee table.

"Jason-"

"Why can't Steve or Connie take care of him?" He growled and you sighed.

"Because they have a baby to take care of and Steve still has to work despite what happened to Javi." You answered and he groaned.

"So I'm just, not going to see you?"

"I'll be across the hall." You sniggered but he didn't see the humour in this at all.

"You know he has a reputation." He said as he pointed at the door "He uses women and tosses them."

"His sex life has nothing to do with me."

"You know people will talk right?" He pushed and you sighed "You staying at his house and nursing him back to health are going to set tongues wagging."

"You have nothing to worry about sweetheart." You assured him "Javier Peńa doesn't want me."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because he's beautiful." You replied sadly "And I'm not."

...

"So what if people are talking." You growled as you returned to the present "I'm with you, Jason... Javier is my friend and I am taking care of him whilst he recovers, that's all."

Jason nodded and you smiled sweetly at him.

"Besides." You started, smirking a little "Javi's not going to be fucking anyone any time soon. That gunshot wound saw to that." You finished, your tone taking on a sympathetic tone.

"Can we eat?" He asked, his eyes drifting down to María who was watching you both with interest.

"Sure." You nodded "Let's eat."

He left a few hours later. You put down María and went to check on Javier before going to bed, inspecting his dressings and such to ensure they were healing. You blushed when you peeled back the blanket to take a look, the underwear that Peńa was wearing leaving little to the imagination.

"At least by me dinner first." Came a weary voice and you jumped at the sound of it, clutching your chest as you willed your heart to slow.

"Jesus Javi, you scared me." You said as you panted "I was just checking your dressing is all."

"It's fine." He replied, his voice a little stronger as his awareness returned to him a little more with each moment that passed "I was just teasing."

"Well, it looks good." You stated "Healing nicely."

"Good." Javier replied, giving you a slight nod as you pulled the cover back over him again.

"Good night Javi." You said softly as you stood to leave, stopping in your tracks when a strong hand grabbed your wrist.

"Stay with me?" He asked, his voice sounding small and vulnerable "You can't be comfortable on that couch."

"It's fine Javi." You said as you pulled your hand from his grasp.

"Please?"

"It wouldn't be appropriate." You replied before leaving him and his heart sunk a little.

"No... I guess it's not." He mumbled to himself before sleep took hold again.

The following morning you were up and dressed before Javier stirred but his pained grunts alerted you to his being awake. You sprinted into the bedroom just in time to help him up and out of bed before you helped him into a pair of sweats and out into the lounge.

"María's not awake yet." You said as you walked into the kitchen to grab a coffee for him "But I expect she will be soon."

"She's definitely an early riser." He chuckled, nodding in thanks as you handed him the steaming mug.

"You're on to a lighter dose of pain meds now so you won't feel as drowsy." You stated as you waved the box at him "I have to go into the office for a few hours. Claire's coming round to take care of María and Connie will be by later to do your check-up."

"Action-packed day." He jested and you rolled your eyes at him "You seen Jason lately?" He asked and you nodded.

"He brought some dinner round last night." You replied.

"That was nice of him."

"Yeah."

"Just yeah?" Javier questioned and you sighed "Something up with you two?"

"It's just... it kinda felt like he was checking up on me." You replied and Peña's brows drew together.

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Well, he said that people had been talking about me in the office." You started "Saying I'm cheating with you... which is ridiculous."

Ouch

"People talk." Javier declared "I wouldn't worry about it... He trusts you though, right?"

You shrugged and that made him frown even more.

"He uh... Well, he says he does but I don't think he was being truthful."

"Want me to talk to him?" The agent asked and you chuckled at that as you gave him a sweet smile.

"It's okay." You replied, shaking your head "I said he has nothing to worry about."

"Yeah?" You nodded.

"Yeah." You replied nonchalantly "Not like there's any chance you'll come chasing after me." You chuckled, turning your head at the knock that sounded from the door "Claire's here! I'll see you later."

"Right..." He said, his tone distracted "See you later."

...

Connie was round at little after one to check on him. He was glad to see her, he struggled to be around Claire. She was sweet. Attentive and great with María but it was also clear that she was attracted to him and that!

, in turn, made him uncomfortable.

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it a few times. She was attractive enough but the whole situation was so cliché. Sleeping with the nanny, how much more cliché could it get?

He also felt guilty about it. Sure you and he weren't together but to him, having these thoughts about another woman whilst pining after you made him feel dirty. He felt like if he acted on it, he'd be betraying you, and so he pushed them aside and focused on his daughter.

He felt guilty that he spent her birthday unconscious in the hospital. Sure he'd been fighting for his life but he should have been there with her. Holding her as the cake Connie had made was placed on the table in front of her and helping her blow out that candle.

"How does she like her bouncy chair?" She asked, pulling his attention back to the present.

"She seems to love it." He chuckled "Literally racing around the house in it all the time. Making a racket."

"Sorry about that." Connie said sheepishly and Javier snorted at her reaction.

"It's fine. Honestly, it makes me smile to see her enjoying herself." He said as he grew distracted again and Connie noticed "I'm glad she's happy."

"Are you?" She asked and Javier gave her a bemused look "Are you happy, Javier?"

"I'm happy that she's happy." He replied and she sighed.

"That's not an answer." She pushed and he groaned.

"Well, it's the best I can offer." He snapped "She's happy and I'm happy that she's happy... Despite it-"

"Being with someone else." Connie finished for him "Just tell her how you feel."

"She won't believe me." He bemoaned "Just this morning she voiced her disbelief in anything ever happening with me and the more she says it the more it hurts."

"If you don't tell her, she's going to carry on thinking that way." Connie argued as she placed a comforting hand on his "Just tell her. What have you got to lose?"

"Everything." He sighed as his head dropped back on the couch "I could lose everything."

Later that evening, he was surprised to find Steve walking through the door instead of you. His partner had a bag in hand, the smells permeating from it making his mouth water.

"Got your favourite." He said as he placed it down and went to fetch some plates.

"What are you-"

"Doing here?" Steve jumped in and Javier nodded.

"Not that I don't like seeing you."

Your name slipped from Steve's lips as he served up the food and Javier perked up at its mention "Asked if I could stay with you tonight. She uh... Well I think Jason was missing her so is taking her on some special night out I think."

"Oh, right." Javier replied, unable to hide how disheartened this information made him feel "She deserves it." He said after a few moments, earning a hum of approval from Steve.

"That she does." He agreed before handing his partner a plate.

They ate in silence, nothing but the occasional squeak coming through the baby monitor and the tv across from them. When the food was finished, Steve washed the dishes and changed María when she started to cry. Leaving Javier alone to ponder how your night was going.

Better than his, he hoped.

...

Your night had started well.

It was the events that followed that had led to your early departure.

Jason had taken you to a nice restaurant in the safer part of the city. It was a fancy place and despite wearing the nicest dress you owned, you felt underdressed. He had not stopped talking from the moment you sat down but you'd supposed it was because you hadn't seen him much lately. He had a lot to catch you up, on.

Then when dinner was finished and the bill was paid, he took you for a walk through a park nearby. It was still lit up from the fairy lights they'd hung at Christmas and the trees seemed to sparkle around you. It was a beautiful setting, and so Jason had decided that it was the perfect place to ask you a question you'd never expected.

"Isn't it beautiful?" You asked him as you turned on your heels, gasping when you found him on one knee "Jason?"

"I know this is kinda soon." He started, his hands visibly shaking with nerves "But I think when you know you know... and I know that you're the woman I want to spend the rest of my days with."

You were stood there, gobsmacked as he pulled open the velvet box in his hands to reveal a spectacular ring.

"You make me feel safe. I am happy and content with you and I think that's all we need from life." He continued and your heart ached a little "Some seek thrills and passion and fire but not us." He stated, shaking his head "We settle for safety and comfort and I have all that with you. So will you do me the greatest honour, and marry me?"

You were lost for words.

When Philip had proposed, you hadn't hesitated. You'd known it was what you wanted from the moment he got down on one knee but now, as Jason mirrored that. You didn't know.

"I..." You trailed off, unable to find the words for him.

"It's sudden I know." He said as he got up and placed the ring box in your hands "And you don't have to give me an answer right now. Just..." He paused a moment, cupping your face in his hands and looking you squarely in the eyes "Take all the time you need."

As you arrived home, you found you couldn't be alone with him so after giving him your excuses, you made your way over to Javier's apartment, taking both men by surprise when you walked through the door.

"Didn't think you'd be back tonight." Steve said as he rose from his seat, concern filling his features "Did something happen?"

"Could say that." You replied, placing your coat on the table and cussing when the box slipped from your pocket, bouncing off of the floor.

"He proposed?" Steve yelled and you jumped at the sudden raised voice "Sorry." He said after receiving a glare from you and his partner.

"Yeah." Javier felt sick.

"And?" Steve pushed and you sighed "I told him I needed some time. It's quite soon and Philip hasn't been gone that long..."

"Do you love him?"

"Uh..." You hesitated a moment before nodding "Yes."

"Then your answer should be easy." Steve stated with a shrug "You staying? Or you heading back in a few?"

"No, I'm staying." You stated as you shook your head "Just needed some space to think."

"That's fair enough." Steve replied, "Well I'll leave you to it."

With that, the younger agent left. You stood there a few moments, heart hammering as you felt Javier's eyes on you but you were too afraid to look. Finally, when you did allow yourself to glance at him you were met with sadness.

"What?" You asked, unsure how to react to Javier's obvious distress.

"Why didn't you say yes?" He asked, taking you by surprise.

"Because I don't know if it's what I want." You answered truthfully "I love him... But I don't think I'm in love with him and that's why I can't give him an answer right now."

Silence fell over you both for a while. Javier looked so hurt and you didn't understand. Why did he care whether or not you married Jason or not?

"Don't marry him." Javier piped up after a while, his voice breaking as he spoke "Please don't marry him."

"Why?" You snapped "Why does it matter to you?"

"Because I'm in love with you." He shouted, instantly regretting his raised voice and praying it didn't wake the baby.

"What?" You asked after a few tense moments, tears falling from your eyes as you glared at him.

"I'm in love with you." He repeated, have been for months.

"Bullshit." You snapped and he groaned.

"And that reaction is the exact reason why I didn't tell you sooner." He grumbled as he shifted in his seat in an attempt to get comfortable "You'll never believe me so... So I've suffered in silence but I can't sit by and watch you marry a man who doesn't deserve you."

"And who does deserve me, Javier... you?"

"I'll never, the chance, I would show you how perfect you are for as long as you would let me, but I know nothing I can say will lead you to believe me."

You didn't know what to say. For the second time that evening, you were lost for words.

You wanted to believe him. He was saying all the words you'd longed to hear from him since your friendship began, but as you sat there, staring at him, you found that your insecurities wouldn’t let you.

"As flattered as I am by your words. You're right." You started, and his head tilted to one side as he waited for you to elaborate "People like you, don't end up with people like me."

"What-"

You held your hand up to stop him as you let out a shaky breath.

"I can see what you're trying to do and I appreciate it.

"What? I'm telling you the truth." He said as he threw his hands up in exasperation.

"Maybe you think you love me, Javier, but you don't." You said, shaking your head.

"I do."

"No." You growled "No... You belong with someone beautiful."

"But you are." He sobbed, and you smiled at him sadly.

The two of you went to sleep that night with Peña's confession hanging over your heads. As morning came and you readied yourself for work, not uttering a word to the agent before leaving. Javier's heart ached as he watched you leave.

Your blatant rejection of his feelings left him feeling hollow and low, something Claire picked up on the moment she walked through the door.

You on the other hand felt conflicted and confused. The more you thought about what he said, the more you started to wonder if you could believe it.

That Javier Peña loved you.

You decided to ask Connie about it when the two of you met for lunch. She'd been the one to tell you he had feelings for you in the first place so you hoped she could help you decide.

Javier or Jason.

Connie knew you were itching to ask her something from the moment you sat down across from her. You were squirming in your seat, fiddling with your empty glass and sighing more than a child in want of attention.

"Come out with it." She said when she could take no more.

"What?" You asked innocently and she smirked at your expression.

"Something is going on with you so spill."

"Javier told me he loves me."

"WHAT?" Connie screeched and you chuckled "About time."

"Yeah?"

"Girl, he's been pining over you for months." She chuckled "I've been telling him to tell you how he feels but he just assumed you'd reject him."

"I kinda did." You replied sheepishly, your guilt taking hold.

"What... Why?"

"Because guys like him don't go for girls like me."

"What? Beautiful, kind, funny girls?"

"Connie-"

"Do you love him?" She asked, her husband's question echoing in your mind.

"Yes." You replied without hesitation.

"Then tell him."

Hearing Connie tell you all she had, had cemented for you what you needed to do. You needed to tell Javier how you felt and you needed to tell Jason the truth. So you watched that clock all day, leaving the moment it struck five and raced through the streets to get home. You couldn't believe this was happening. That Javier Peña was in love with you and that after you told him you returned those feelings, you may well end up together.

You couldn't open the door fast enough.

"Javier I-"

You were stopped in your tracks by the sight of him kissing Claire in the kitchen. He pulled away, eyes widening when he saw you.

"I knew it couldn't have been true." You sobbed as you turned and sprinted out, ignoring Javier's calls for you.

He hobbled as fast as his leg could take him, making it to your door just as you said the worst four words he'd ever heard.

"Yes." You nodded at Jason "I'll marry you." You finished before your eyes locked with Javier's as he clung to the doorway.

Fat tears rolling down his face as he watched his one chance at true love promise themselves to another.

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[beels-burger-babe]

Melodious Mourning

***Ben Platt?! Hell yes! Okay! I am so so excited about this! Thank you so much @ester-is-here for reminding me how much I love this song. I hope everyone enjoys it. You can listen to the song, if you haven't already, here. Disclaimer: In Case You Don't Live Forever and its lyrics do not belong to me. They belong to the brilliant Ben Platt*** Poly!MC Summary: It's MC's anniversary of their relationship with the Lords of the Devildom. They've planned a little something special to share with them; something that will express how much they love the brothers, while also preparing them for a tragic truth. The time had come. After a long night of celebrating your anniversary with the seven sins, it was time for you to finally show them the surprise you had prepared for them. You giggled as you dragged a tired Belphegor into the music room by his hand, the others following closely behind you. Asmodeus made a small noise of disappointment and leaned against the grand piano in the middle of the room. "You know when you said you had a surprise for us, I must admit this wasn't exactly what I had in mind, " you snorted as Satan smacked Asmo on the back of the head. Asmo yelped and held his head as he glared at Satan. "Though I'm sure that whatever this surprise it will be equally as lovely. Geez, let me finish before you ruin my hair!" Mammon came up beside you. "But what is this surprise though? Is it a diamond? Money? Jewelry? That lost treasure that we never found?" You smiled softly at the Avatar of Greed and poked his nose. "It's better than that. Or at least I hope it will be," You sat down at the piano and took some sheet music out of your bag. "I um...I wanted to sing a song for all of you," you nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "With our anniversary being today, I've been thinking a lot about us and all the time that's passed and the what the future will hold, and I-I just thought that this song would be the perfect way to express all of that."

Lucifer placed a hand on the small of your back as he looked down at you with an awe-filled, adoring expression. "I wasn't aware you could play. I would've loved to play with you sometime." You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. "There will be time for that in the future. For now, it's time for your surprise," you hovered your fingers over the keys and hesitated. The song the message shared was important but would be hard for your lovers to hear. You glanced over at them. "J-Just listen, please. Okay?" Beel frowned at the serious look on your face and nodded. He could sense that there was something important about this performance, something almost dire, that clearly frightened you. "Of course." You took in a shaky breath as you began to move your finger across the keys.

"You put all your faith in my dreams. You gave me the world that I wanted. What did I do to deserve you?" Your smooth voice filled the room and wrapped around the hearts of each of the demons. They smiled gently at your words as a warmth filled their chests. In the years that they were fortunate enough to have you in their lives, they had spent every last second doing their best to keep you happy. They would give you the world if you asked for it, and you knew that. "I follow your steps with my feet. I walk on the road that you started. I need you to know that I heard you. Every word." Since coming here, the brothers have shown you a number of things. Lucifer taught you to be more confident and take pride in the things that you've achieved. Mammon taught you that it was okay to be selfish sometimes to do the things that you wanted. Together, you and Leviathan learned that the only opinion that truly matters is your own. Satan taught you that you define your own fate and meaning and that no one can say who you are except you. Asmodeus taught you to appreciate the pleasures in life, no matter how big or small. Beelzebub engrained in you that your body is a temple that you must cherish, look after, and love. And finally, Belphegore taught you that it's alright to take time for yourself. Each of them had impacted you and fundamentally changed the way that you looked at life, and you would never be able to thank them enough for that. "I've waited way too long to say. Everything you mean to me," you swallowed down the lump that was beginning to form in your throat. You had waited too long to tell them this, that much was true. By now they were irreversibly attached to you. Though you were grateful for it and loved them in return, there was something all of you had been avoiding discussing. You took in a shaky breath; you couldn't hold it off anymore. "In case I don't live forever let me tell you now," You could hear their breaths get caught in their throats. Lucifer's hand froze on your back, while Belphie quickly sat up from where he was laying on your shoulder. "MC, what are y-you saying? What are you-" Levi's voice stuttered from behind you. You couldn't bring yourself to look at them as you continued, "I love you more than you'll wrap your head around," you finally glanced over at Levi. The otaku's eyes were wide and filled with fear and concern as he scanned you for any missed injuries or signs of illness. At finding none, his eyebrows narrowed in confusion. You offered him a reassuring smile before looking back down at the keys. "In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am because of you." Satan's trembling hand gripped onto your shoulder as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. "MC, my love, that is beautiful. But you can't just say something like that and not expect us to be concerned. Are you alright? Should I be getting a doctor or Barbatos or do I need to take you to a human hospital?" You paused for a moment to turn to your lovers. "I'm okay. There's nothing wrong with me, only that I'm human," you watched as they tensed in realization. "Treasure, that's not-" Mammon stepped forward, but you lifted a hand to stop him. "I've been thinking about the passing of time a lot lately, a-a-and I need to say this. Please, just let me finish?" The sound of your voice close to tears had the brothers wanting to do nothing more than wrap you up in their arms and never let you go again. But there was this desperate glint in your eyes, that none of them could deny. Belphie laid his head back down on your shoulder and buried his face into the fabric of your top. "Go ahead, angel. We're listening." You turned your head to lightly kissed his head, whispering a small thank you, before picking back up the song.

The music filled the room once more, but unlike before where it filled your lovers with joy at the thought of such a sentimental gift, a feeling of dread and unease now swirled in their stomachs. "I've carried this song in my mind. Listen it's echoing in me. But I never helped you to hear it." Your mortality was something that had weighed on your thoughts for years now. You never mentioned it for you knew that the brothers would just brush off the subject. They had lost so much already; they didn't even want to begin thinking about the day when you would no longer be with them. But with each passing year, the subject had become more and more crucial, yet you were still too much of a coward to bring such a distressing topic to light. You had hoped the song would lighten the blow, but based on the way Mammon's eyes were squeezed shut and his fists were pressed to his mouth, as though whispering a prayer, it hadn't. Tears pricked your eyes at the sight as you felt your throat tighten. "We, we've only got so much time. I'm pretty sure it would kill me if you didn't know that pieces of me were pieces of you." It was true. You carried the boys with you where ever you went, both literally through your pacts and figuratively through the pieces of their personalities that you have mirrored throughout the years. You often find yourself mimicking Lucifer's eye-brow raise when someone is acting particularly stupid. The sight of food or beautiful clothes causes your heart to thrumb with excitement, just like it does for Beel and Asmo. You have a deeper appreciation for anime and astrology from your many nights with Levi and Belphie. You're more knowledgeable and educated in literature from your countless hours in the library with Satan. You were more conscious with your money after your few attempts of trying to teach Mammon how to budget. You were one with your boys; a beautiful collage of the experiences and times that you had all spent together. You just hoped that they knew that. "I've waited way too long to say. Everything you mean to me." Asmodeus claimed your other side, as one of his hands moved up to delicately wipe a tear from your face. You noticed, with an aching heart, that his cheeks were tearstained as well. Your lip trembled as you opened your mouth to sing the chorus. "In case I don't live forever let me tell you now. I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around. In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am because of you." At this point, you weren't singing so much as you were sobbing. You could feel your hands tremble heavily as you pushed them to keep playing. The only thing keeping you from breaking down completely was the solid feeling of the brother's touch supporting you as they lent you their strength. You squeezed your eyes shut and played hard on the keys, causing the brothers to jump a little as you began to belt. "I have a hero if ever I need one!" Flashes of the countless times that they had come to your rescue flashed in your mind. Unknown to you, the brothers weren't thinking of them rescuing you at all, but rather how you had saved each and every one of them. "I just look up to you and I see one! I'm a man 'cause you taught me to be one," your voice quivered with emotion as you held the falsetto note at the end. You leaned over the keys, suppressed cries falling from your lips as your shoulders shook. Beel placed a hand over top of one of your own and met your gaze. "You don't have to finish this MC. We understand what you're trying to say and we can just end the song here and talk if you want." It was tempting. Honestly, your hands our practically useless with how much they were shaking. But this wasn't just for them anymore. Speaking the words that had been swarming your mind for too many years out loud, although painful, also freed you from a sense of guilt that you weren't even aware that you were carrying. "I-I'd like to finish it. I-If you all don't mind." Belphie's arms came to wrap around your waist and Asmo

pressed a kiss to your cheek. Lucifer's hand on your back moved in comforting circles, while Satan repeated the motion with his thumb on your shoulder. Levi moved closer to lean onto the piano for support. Mammon gave you a tearful smile as Beel lifted his hand off of yours. "Of course. Take your time, honey bun." You took several deep breaths to calm yourself before lightly playing the chords. You met the eyes of your partners and hoped that they could see the utter adoration and passion that was flooding through your veins for them. "In case you don't live forever let me tell you now," you playfully elbowed Belphie and turned your head to kiss Asmo's cheek. "I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around." As the music picked up the tempo once more, you couldn't help but grin even as tears poured down your cheeks. "In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am-" You closed your eyes, tilting your head back, as you allowed yourself to give in to the music and fully feel everything that you had been suppressing. "Woah, Woah, Woah. " As you began to sing the melody again, your eyes snapped open as you heard the brothers harmonize alongside you. Lucifer, Satan and Beel's low voices rang deep like the growl of thunder. Asmodeus and Belphie hit the higher octaves, chiming like bells ringing in the wind. Mammon and Levi sang the original notes with you, remaining strong and pure like waves against a shore. You laughed brightly as a radiant sensation of love blanketed you in warmth and soaked up any traces of fear that lingered. "In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth." You looked around at the brothers tenderly and softly played the final notes. They all smiled back at you, eyes gleaming with that same sense of passionate affection that you had felt moments earlier. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you came to a realization. No matter how much or little time you had left with each other, you would spend every moment of it at each other's side loving another unconditionally. "As long as I'm here as I am," you rested your head on top of Belphie's and smiled softly, "so are you." *** This was so sweet and sad at the same time and I just LOVED writing it! Oh my goodness, I haven't written a song fic in ages, so this was a little challenging, but I just loved it so much. Thank you @ester-is-here for this beautiful request!*** TAGLIST: @thegrimgrinningghost

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[browneyedhex]

Platonic Soulmates

"I cannot sleep." You sigh, running your hands over your exhausted face. So many things have been troubling you and you had a heavy weight on your shoulder. You needed relief but you couldn't find any.

You and Soda were in bed together but it was so normal that Darry had nothing to worry about. You were best friends since grade school and everyone thought you two were dating, but you guys were platonic soulmates.

You fell in love with him, but not in the way of a boyfriend. No, he was more important than that to you. He was your forlifer.

He was your sweet relief after a long day. No one knew you better than him and vice versa.

You knew you couldn't talk much as Pony was right next to you and he needed to sleep. "Let's go to the living room." Soda says, rubbing your shoulder as he got up, reaching his hand out.

You felt tired but were in need for a conversation. And who could deny him?

You sigh, pushing yourself out of bed and take notice of how much space that Pony had in the bed, he was practically hanging on for dear life. You point your index finger at Soda before going to Pony and scooting him further into the bed.

Soda smiles softly before grabbing your hand, opening the bedroom door and walks with you to the living room.

"Here." He says, grabbing your hand and starts to move slowly with you. You were so tired you didn't notice he was trying to dance with you. It wasn't until he said something that you started moving with him. "I don't deserve you."

You furrow your eyebrows, pulling from him to look at him. "What?"

You both kept moving side to side with hands together, there was no music playing but you two didn't need it.

"I've barely made time for you because of Sandy...and I feel bad cuz you're my girl...we're not together but...we fit so well." He mumbles, his tone breaking every once in a while.

You had to be honest since Sandy, you felt jealous since she took your best friend. You use to spend hours together and now you were lucky if you saw him once a week.

"Its okay." You lie, trying to get more into dancing with him, pulling him close so you could put your hand on his back. "Its not. And you know I know you enough to tell when you're lyin. " He says, sniffling a bit.

"I just want you to be happy." You say, biting your lip.

"I can't be happy without you." He admits. Was there something about you that wasn't in her?

"I'm not going anywhere, Pepsi-Cola. " You chuckle softly.

"But you deserve better. Like Pony, you guys shouldn't have to settle for this place...you're not me." You knew he was referring to the fact he felt like the gas station and being a drop out was the only way for him.

He seemed happy with it and he knew you could never be happy accepting something like that for yourself.

The floors creaked under your guys feet and you wince, knowing you two have to be quiet for Darry and Pony to get their sleep.

"I love being here. I love being with you...I could never leave something so special to me behind...you were made for me." You whisper the last part to his ear and you feel him hug you closer as you go in circles, slow dancing together still.

"Then why aren't we together?" He asks, pulling back as your nose touch.

"Because we would break each other in the best ways...and we don't need to be together to be soulmates..I know you're mine." You say with tears coming down as you look down at his lips.

"Y/N..." he trails off swallowing before pressing your lips together. Sparks didn't go off, it wasn't like the movies. It just felt so right but so wrong.

He had someone, you didnt. But you had him. You always will. You both shared a heart. And no one will take them from you both.

But you kissed back, holding him closer, afraid to ever lose him. You would risk wasting your life away just to be breathing the same air with him.

"Do you think you'll be able to sleep now?" He asks softly and you shake your head, "even less now." You grin.

He laughs but bites his lip since it was loud. "Let's keep dancing then." He kisses your forehead and you two spent more time staring at each other and dancing in the living room.

[cherrycheridarling]

happier | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: swearing and sad. fluff if you squint

summary: you wish tom the best with his new relationship in your new song. {listen to happier by olivia rodrigo (if you want)}

wc: 3.6k

'We broke up a month ago,'

"I've been thinking," your heart sunk at his words, "I'm always working." he grabbed both of your hands.

You locked your gaze in his. Sat in the living room of his shared flat. Inches apart yet you could already feel the separation between the two of you growing.

He avoided your eye contact, "I-I can't be in a relationship unless I can give one hundred percent of myself to the other person. A-and I know I haven't been doing that to you, which is c-completely unfair." he wiped away a tear from your cheek that you didn't know had fell, "You've been so, so good to me. I'm sorry I wasn't better, but I can't keep putting you through this." his voice was barely audible.

You finally tore your eyes away from his face. His tear soaked face. Choosing to stare at a spot over his shoulder instead. You took three deep breaths. In and out. Something about his words made you confused, but your pain overpowered it.

"Please say something. Anything." he whispered against your knuckles. Holding your hands to his lips.

You gently removed your hands from his grip, "Thank you for being mature and honest with me." you started with a sniffle, "Thank you for all of our memories and for showing me what love is," you cupped his face, "Thank you for everything, loser." your light laugh lacked any humour, but it still brought a slight smile to his face.

He held your hand that was resting on his jaw, "I love you more than life itself, darling." he kissed your palm and you felt your heart shatter. "Never hesitate to call, dummy."

You nodded with a sad smile. "I love you, too." You stood up and made your way out of the door. A year and a half down the drain within ten minutes.

'Your friends are mine, you know I know you moved on. Found someone new.'

"Do you guys wanna do something on Saturday? I don't have work. Maybe karaoke?" you asked the group without looking up from your phone.

Harrison made a confused noise, "Did you forget? We have Nadia's birthday par—" you heard a loud smack, "—Ow! What? Oh, shit."

You looked up to see Zendaya, Jacob, Harry, Sam and Tuwaine all glaring at Harrison.

"Absolute div." Tuwaine muttered.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Who's Nadia?" you looked at all of them as they avoided eye contact. "Daya?"

She let out a long sigh before clearing her throat, "Um, Nadia is- Well she's kind of- you know, um—"

"—Tom's new girlfriend." Sam finished for her.

Your mouth formed an 'o' shape as you processed the information. His new girlfriend. It'd been a month and four days since he ended your relationship. And he had a new girlfriend.

It took him a month to move on. A month to be able to give a hundred percent of himself to someone.

You couldn't tell if you were more angry or sad. Maybe a mixture of both. Angry that your friends were hiding information from you, but at the same time you understood their intentions. Sad and upset because the boy who told you he wasn't ready to give a hundred percent of himself was already with someone new.

You slowly nodded, "Oh, okay. Well, I hope you guys have fun." you gave a tight lipped smile before looking back at your phone.

Everyone glanced at each other worriedly before allowing their gazes to fall on you again.

"How do you feel?" Jacob asked cautiously.

You locked your phone and set it on your lap, "I'm fine." you faked a smile, "I think I'm gonna head home, though. It's getting late and I have an early studio session. Bye." you quickly grabbed your purse and left with a small wave.

"Y/N! Wait—" the slamming of the front door cut Tuwaine off.

It was three p.m. and you weren't supposed to be in the studio until noon.

'One more girl who brings out the better in you,'

"Y/N/N. You need to talk about it sooner or later." Zendaya reminded you as she sat at the end of your bed with Harrison beside her.

You removed the covers from your face, revealing your tear stained cheeks, "Does she make him happy?"

There was silence from your two friends before they hesitantly nodded. Both weren't completely sure, but they assumed she did.

"Does she bring out the best version of him? Does she stroke his hair while they cuddle? Does she cook with him? Does she walk Tessa with him?"

Harrison sighed, "Y/N/N, we—"

"—Because that's what I did. I brought out the best side of him. I stroked his hair while we cuddled. I cooked with him. I walked Tessa with him. I did it all. Every single thing." your voice broke towards the end as you let the sobs rack through your body.

Harrison and Zendaya went to either side of you and held you. They just held you. Because even they didn't know what to do.

'And I thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past,'

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Zendaya asked as you walked towards Tom's front door.

You nodded and smoothed down your sundress, "Yeah. We ended on good terms. It's been two months or so. We're friends. Plus, I miss hanging out with all of us." you assured her.

She sighed before knocking on the door, "Alright."

A few moments later the door swung open revealing Tom. Dressed in black jeans and a white button-up. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Curls dangling over his forehead. A sweet smile on his lips.

You felt your stomach lurch. Air leaving your lungs involuntarily. Heart rate quickening. You could smell his cologne and every single memory with him clouded your mind.

"Hey! It's great to see you guys—"

"—Sorry. I-I think I left something in the car. One second." you rushed out the words before turning on your heel.

Zendaya let out a long sigh, "Fuck."

Tom frowned, "Did I do something wrong?"

'But she's so sweet, she's so pretty. Does she mean you forgot about me?'

"Y/N!" an unfamiliar voice called out to you from somewhere in the boys' backyard.

It was Harrison's annual barbecue get together. Nearly three months since your break up with Tom.

You turned towards the source of the noise and found a girl walking towards you. Brunette. Tight black dress with black heels. Body and face of a model.

"I've been dying to meet you! I'm such a huge fan. I basically live off of your music." she giggled as she hugged you.

You smiled, "Aw! Thank you! That means so much to me. You look amazing, by the way."

She laughed, "Thank you! But you're absolutely gorgeous! Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nadia, Tom's girlfriend."

Of fucking course.

You raised your eyebrows, but managed to keep a smile on your face, "Oh! I've heard so much about you! Well, Tom's one lucky guy," you chuckled, "I'd love to chat some more, but I need to use the washroom. Excuse me. It was a pleasure meeting you." you gave her a hoaxed smile before quickly walking away.

You were two feet away from the washroom when Zendaya grabbed your arm, "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

Your breaths were coming out in short puffs, "I just met Nadia?"

Her eyes widened before she dragged you towards Tuwaine's room, "Okay. Let's sit down."

'Oh, I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know. I can't let you go,'

"You should move in here." Tom mumbled against your shirt.

You let out a small laugh, "You already have four roommates, love. One more might turn this into a barn."

He lifted his head off of your chest, "I'm serious. Driving from Manchester to Kingston all the time is such a hassle for you. We have recording studios here and it would make me the happiest man in the world if I could wake up to your gorgeousness everyday." he planted kisses on your forehead, nose and lips.

You chuckled at his boyish grin, "It's only a three hour drive and I'm sure the boys don't want me imposing on your time with them."

He quickly shook his head, "I already talked to them about it and they want you here, too."

You raised your eyebrows, "Well, if you're sure it'll make you the happiest man in the world, I'll think about it."

"You already make me the happiest man in the world, but I needed something to convince you." he rested his head on your chest again as you laughed.

'So find someone great, but don't find no one better. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.'

"Are we ordering pizza?" Harrison yawned from beside you on the couch.

"Sushi?" you grinned hopefully.

Tuwaine shook his head, "We had sushi last night."

"Tom and I are making dinner for you guys!" Nadia reminded you from the kitchen.

Her arms wrapped around Tom's waist as he stirred whatever was in the pan he had on the stove.

You really hated their open floor layout at that moment since there wasn't a wall to block them from your view.

"Oh, yeah. What're you making?" Sam asked.

"Salmon with rice and steamed veggies." Tom answered without looking up from the pan.

Everyone made noises of realization as you turned to Harry, "Aliens or a tiger. Which do you think you could beat in a fight?" he asked.

You laughed before replying, "Hmm, depends. Are the aliens small or—"

"Tommy!" you heard a girly giggle and turned to see Tom with Nadia over his shoulder as they laughed and ran around the kitchen.

You quickly diverted your gaze to the coffee table. Forgetting about Harry's absurd question. All eyes were on you.

"What?" you asked when you finally looked up at your friends.

"Are you okay?" Harrison frowned from beside you before resting his head on your shoulder.

You let out a dry, quiet laugh, "Of course. As long as he's happy."

The looks of pity you received were almost as painful as the scene you witnessed moments ago.

'And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean,'

"Premiere day!" Zendaya walked into your shared hotel room with a bright smile, Nadia following behind her.

You faked a smile as you applied another coat of mascara, "You girls look gorgeous."

Zendaya was in a red and black sequin gown. Hair down and heels on. Nadia was dressed in a maroon silk dress with a slit on the side. Black heels dawning her feet. Both had makeup and accessories on matching their attire.

You were in an emerald green gown with a slit running down your left leg. Silver heels and silver jewellery to match.

"So do you!" Nadia exclaimed as she sat on Zendaya's bed.

"Are the boys coming soo—" Zendaya got cut off by three loud knocks on the door.

"I'll get it!" Nadia jumped up and opened the door.

Tom was stood before her in a maroon suit. Matching her dress. Black dress shoes. Matching her heels. Glasses on and a bright smile.

You watched as Tom ran his eyes down Nadia's outfit, "Well, aren't you just the most beautiful girl in the world?" he planted a kiss on her lips as you witnessed with envy.

"Aw, Tommy. I love you."

"I love you more, darling." he grinned before looking behind her.

Heart wrenching pain struck you again.

You watched as his mouth fell open by the slightest bit. Eyes growing wider.

He quickly snapped out of his daze, placing a pearly white smile on, "You two look absolutely stunning."

You acknowledged his compliment with a curt nod.

Zendaya let out a laugh, "Yup. About to out do you at your own premiere."

'Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?'

"Green or white?" you held up both dresses against your body.

Tom looked up from his phone, "Both of them will look amazing on you, love."

You sighed, "I appreciate the compliment, but I am meeting Sebastian Stan tonight. Now is not the time for indecisiveness. One of them will make me look bad and I need to know which one."

The Infinity War premiere was in two hours and your anxiety was growing by the minute.

"C'mere." he motioned you towards him with a 'come hither' gesture as he sat on the edge of the hotel bed. You made your way towards him. Standing in between his legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist, "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. Absolutely gorgeous. You could make the ugliest dress look like something from a fairytale."

Your smile grew as he kissed your stomach, "Thank you, mi amor." you bent down and placed a peck on his forehead, leaning your head against his, you whispered, "Now, green or white?"

He chuckled and pecked your lips, "White."

You smiled before making your way to put on the white dress, "I love you."

"I love you more, darling."

'And now I'm picking her apart. Like cutting her down will make you miss my wretched heart. But she's beautiful, she looks kind. She probably gives you butterflies.'

"I don't like her." you murmured.

Zendaya chuckled, "Nadia? You barely know the girl."

You nodded, "And I don't like her. I don't like her giggles and her nickname for him. I don't like her hair."

You knew you were looking for things to dislike, but there weren't any. She was a fan of your music, she complimented you all the time. She was genuinely a great person.

She sighed, "No, you don't like the fact that she's dating Tom. If she wasn't, you wouldn't be saying any of this."

You rolled your eyes and glared at her, "Can you let me be angry?"

She laid herself down on your mattress, "Nope. If you wanna be angry, be angry at Tom. Nadia hasn't done anything to you. You're better than this."

"God, I hate your optimistic side sometimes." you threw a pillow at her.

She laughed, "One of us needs to be the optimist."

You sighed, "Do you think he misses me?"

"Yes." she replied without hesitation.

You sat up and furrowed your eyebrows, "What makes you say that?"

She let out a long breath, "You need to talk to him about that."

'I hope you're happy. I wish you all the best, really. Say you love her, baby. Just not like you loved me. And think of me fondly when your hands are on her. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.'

"And you're dead." you dropped the controller on your lap as you defeated Harrison in Super Smash Bros again.

He huffed like a child, "Unfair. I taught you how to play, how'd you get better than me?"

"Actually, I taught her how to play. And I am ten times better than you." Tuwaine corrected him.

Harrison scoffed, "Whatever. Sweaty nerds, the both of you."

Nadia spoke up from Tom's lap, "Can I try?"

You nodded, "Who do you wanna go against?"

She chuckled, "I think I'll verse Harrison. Seeing as how Y/N just kicked your ass, I wanna at least have a chance."

Her comment made you laugh as you handed her the controller and watched them pick their characters. You watched as Tom set his phone down and focused on the screen where his girlfriend chose Pichu.

"Choose Kirby." Tom told her.

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Why? Pichu is so cute."

"Y/N always plays as Kirby and she always wins. With that stupid power absorbing ability." he chuckled as his eyes landed on you.

You felt your heart skip a beat at the small detail he remembered before you played it off with a light laugh, "Not my fault you thought Luigi could beat Kirby everytime we played."

'Ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo,'

You pressed on the keys of the piano in the boys' home. Singing your heart out. You still had your spare key and Harrison told you no one was home.

You were waiting for them to return from golfing so you could have your Sunday night dinners. It's been nearly four months since your breakup with Tom. Your album was due to be released on May twenty-first and you were letting the still evident pain fuel your lyrics.

"I hope you're happy, just not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know. I can't let you go. So find someone great, but don't find no one better. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier." you faded out the piano and pressed stop on the recording on your phone.

Writing down small notes about the song and things to tweak, your thoughts were quickly interrupted.

"I'm not."

Your head snapped up. Tom was leaning against the doorframe behind you. Tears escaping his eyes.

"T-Tom. I'm sorry. Haz told me the house was empty and I just started playing and- Wait. What did you say?" realization dawned on you.

He stepped closer and sat beside you on the piano bench, "I'm not happier. Hell, I'm not even happy." he gave a pathetic attempt at a laugh, staring straight at the black and white keys.

Your mind was trying to catch up with everything happening, trying to register his words, the state he was in. Grey sweats, black tee. Messy hair and red eyes.

"Why?"

He released a heavy sigh, "There's so many things you could be asking 'why' about. Why did I break up with you? Why am I with Nadia? Why am I not happy? Why the hell am I crying? Which one is it, Y/L/N?"

You blinked a few times, "All of them."

He sniffled and rubbed his face, "I felt like I was holding you back." he started, catching a glimpse of your confused expression, he continued, "You hadn't released any music in over year. There were so many articles saying that I was the reason that the biggest pop star in the world was quitting music. I didn't want to be the reason for that."

"You weren't and you aren't." you assured him.

He shrugged, "I just felt like you would do a lot better without me. And you are. Look at you, your fifth album is coming out next month." he nudged you with his shoulder, "I'm proud of you," he smiled.

"T-thank you."

He nodded, "Anyways, why am I with Nadia? Um, a few days after we broke up, I went to a friend's place to distract myself, as one does. She was there. She was a distraction. I never meant for it to get this far. You know, she actually asked me to be her boyfriend." he chuckled dryly to himself as you listened intently. "I guess, I thought it'd be easier to move on if I had something else to pour my love into?"

You nodded slowly, "Okay, I somewhat get that. So you really do love her?"

He quickly shook his head, "No, no, I don't. I mean, I can't. No one can truly love two people at once. And I think that answers the question of why I'm not happy." he paused and faced you completely, "I'm crying because hearing that song and hearing how evident your pain in it is, that will make anyone cry. I'm crying because I miss you and I miss us. I-I miss what we had and what we were. I miss your kisses and your stupid jokes that only you laugh at. I miss going on walks with you and Tess. I just miss you."

There was a long period of silence after his confession. You were trying to process all the information he was giving. He was cursing himself for being so straightforward. The longer it went without a response from you, the more anxious he got. He grabbed your hands, holding them to his lips.

"Please say something. Anything."

Déjà vu.

You swallowed, "You want honesty?" he nodded, "Okay, I was so mad at you. I-I was infuriated. Y-you told me you weren't ready to give a hundred percent of yourself and that you couldn't be in a relationship until you could give all of yourself to that person. Then a month later, you're with her. Making me feel like you just couldn't give yourself to me." you paused and shook your head, "You could've told me the truth. You should've told me the truth. We could've talked about it. We could've avoided months of awkward run ins and no communication." he nodded, still holding your hands in his, "I'm not gonna lie and say I don't miss you because I do, I miss you more than anything, but we shouldn't be doing this or saying these things while you're with her." you removed your hands from his.

He spent a moment looking down at his fingers. Releasing short breaths. "I don't want to be with her."

"But you are. And I don't want you to break up with her for me. Because that's not how things work, Tom. But you shouldn't stay with her either. Especially if this is how you're feeling. That's just unfair to her." you shook your head and felt your mind clear.

He nodded and met your gaze, "This is the end of us, huh?"

You shook your head, "I don't think there will ever be an end to us." you laughed dryly.

He agreed with a smile, "For forever and a day, remember?"

You nodded, "For forever and a day."

[sleptwithinthesun]

a lil part 2 for this fic here... idk why. i just felt like it and i've had so many prompts i needed to write something slightly original. please enjoy 0.8K+ words of allergic e/ddie lmao :)

It gets better before it gets worse all over again.

Steve has to take the kids home first before he can deal with Eddie; since Robin calls shotgun and refuses to relinquish it even though Eddie's still puffy-eyed and irritated, Dustin and Max end up in the backseat with the older teenager. He smiles apologetically as Max slides in the middle between him and Dustin, to which she responds with a small quirk of her lips before asking Steve if he can drop her off with Dustin. "You can't bring Eddie back to the trailer park, anyway," she points out, and Steve really can't argue against that. "Besides, my mom would probably prefer that I stay over at someone else's house."

"Call her when you get in," Steve tells Max, after a second's hesitation. "Call her, then come out and give me a thumbs up or something like that to let me know we're good. I won't leave otherwise."

She rolls her eyes but nods, muttering something that sounds suspiciously like "alright, Dad" before turning to Dustin. The two of them bow their heads together, quietly discussing who— or rather, what —might have killed Chrissy as Eddie knuckles at his nose and pretends not to listen to them. It's quiet and awkward and the tension is occasionally punctured by Eddie's congested-but-still-stifled sneezes, but none of them really mind the soft allergic symphony. It's a reminder that he's still here, with them, that they succeeded and might be able to save him. 

The second the kids exit the car and the door to Dustin's house closes, Eddie immediately twists and sneezes roughly into his shoulder, louder and less restrained than he's let himself be since they left the boathouse. Neither Steve nor Robin are worried; it's just a triple, nothing unlike the other sets he's succumbed to. But this time, after the initial three, the fit just... doesn't end. 

"Uh, Eddie?"

"Y-hh! Yeah? hk'sHh! iktsh'uh!"

"Are you, like, alive back there?" Robin asks, turning in her seat to glance at the older boy as Steve does the same, one eye still on the Henderson’s front door. Eddie’s started attempting (and failing, for the most part, there's just too damn many) to stifle his sneezes, embarrassed, but still nods insistently. 

"I'm fihhne, Buckley. h'ngxt! ng'SHH! h'shUh! Just... hih! This is par for the course really. kTsh! TSH! h'shH'uhh! God, fuck me," he mutters, breathless, before burying another rapid fit in his shoulder.

Steve watches as a sliver of light creeps across the grass, widening as Max steps halfway out, flips him off, and ducks back inside the moment after he flashes her a thumbs up. "Christ man, bless you. Times, like, a thousand." 

"h'nXt'uh! Thank you." Eddie sniffles, looks around the backseat, then to them again as Steve presses down on the gas. "I don't suppose you have any tissues up there? Napkins, even?" 

"I don't think so," Robin says, even as she rifles through the glove compartment and side door. "No, sorry, but we'll give you some Benadryl when we get to Steve's house."

Eddie sucks a breath in between his teeth, wincing apologetically. "Shit, yeah, uh. That's not going to work."

"Why not?"

"h'ish! hih'SHh! iSH'uh! I'm allergic to Benadryl. Like, throwing-up, more-hives-than-I-already-have levels of allergic."

"You have hives?!" Steve and Robin ask in tandem, the latter turning around again as Eddie's eyes go wide.

"Uh, yeah?"

Robin slaps a palm to her forehead, fingers running through her hair once before she starts rambling. "Oh my god, why the fuck didn't you tell us you have hives? That's a sign of anaphylaxis, you idiot, and there's a very real possibility that from there you'll go into anaphylactic shock. How allergic even are you to dust if you have goddamn hives—"

"Breathe, Robin," Steve says gently, his voice causing her attention to whip over to him so fast he's surprised she doesn't get whiplash. He exaggerates a breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly as he makes a left turn onto his road.

"Right, yes, of course. I'm sorry," she says, a bit slower than before. Her speech is still rushed, but it's back to normal Robin-levels. "Eddie, how bad are they?"

He shrugs, avoiding meeting either of their concerned gazes. "I don't know. A bit worse than how they normally are, I guess? But it's really nothing too bad, I can manage as long as I stay out of that goddamn dust shed."

"How the hell are you worse now than you were in the boathouse?" Steve questions, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as they pull into his driveway.

"Delayed reaction." Eddie presses his fingers into his eyes, not yet daring to rub but desperate enough that he might. "Ugh, I'm so fucking itchy."

"You can take a shower if you want," Steve offers. "Get the dust off. Plus, I have some clothes that we can make fit, if you want to change out of those. Since they're covered in dust, and all."

Eddie nods gratefully, unbuckling and eagerly sliding out of the car with them both. "That sounds great. Really. Thank you, Steve."

"Of course," he says, shutting the door just a second before Robin does and grinning over at her. She sticks her tongue out at him, childishly, but smiles brightly. "We're trying to save you from getting killed. We can't let some dust get you before Jason Carver does."