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[poupsipisi]

this is truly... our The Red Leash of Fate.... thank you @murdertrashbabyrat i love you very very much

[silvershadow1711]

I was going through my old fics looking for one in particular, and I found another that I had almost forgotten about. It's a Gunter-centric story I never finished that was meant to serve as a prequel for my Fates series, The Road Not Trekked. I wrote it almost 10 years ago (in 2015), before the game was even localized (the majority of my Fates fics were written/started before we got official names, hence why I always called him "Gunther"- I was going off the fan translation of his character bio). I cleaned it up a bit, but... man it's a trip to read my older works.

(And note that this is just the first... chapter? Part? I just wrote without thinking of proper divisions. "Never finished" means "got 18k words into it before realizing no one was ever going to read this". But maybe some of my fellow freaks on tumblr might enjoy it.)

Word count: 4,096

CW: strong language, mentions of violence/child abuse, descriptions of gore

"Let Me Down"

The day was mild by Nohrian standards, a slight chill in the wind signaling an early return to winter. The days were growing shorter, and what little light remained was used to its fullest. Within the training grounds at Castle Krakenburg, cavaliers and heavy armored knights were running drills. The wyvern-mounted dragoons were out training in one of the nearby fields, partially because they needed more space than the courtyard provided them to practice evasive maneuvers, but mostly because everyone was terrified of being caught beneath one of the monstrous creatures when nature called. It happened more often than anyone cared to recall. Of course, many of the soldiers, especially the newer recruits, quickly realized that they would rather deal with the winged, pooping monsters than the one currently barking out orders at them. 

Sir Gunther was a man who showed little emotion, giving off a detached, almost nonchalant air as he walked up and down the rows of soldiers...  which made it even more terrifying when he rounded on one of them, bringing the flat edge of his lance down hard on whatever chink in their armor was closest.  

    “Stop slouching!” He would bark. “If you can't stand straight in your armor, how the hell will you dodge anything in it?” He was like a snake, striking fast and hard when they least expected it as they ran drills, sweeping their feet out from under them, or landing blows on their hands to make them lose grip of their weapon. Despite his impassive face, Gunther was all but screaming with disgusted exasperation in his mind. These were not soldiers, they were fodder. If they couldn't react to an attack in a brightly lit, relatively safe courtyard, how would they fare against the trickery of the Hoshidans? 

It was not the soldiers fault, though. He knew that. Most of these new recruits could barely be considered adults, villagers and street rats desperate to earn a living wage in light of this new depression that was slowly tightening its stranglehold on Nohr. Three years in a row so far the wheat harvest had failed, leaving the farmers destitute, and the people hungry. There was precious little honest work to be found outside of the army, which itself was in disarray after two Hoshidan blitzes had all but decimated their calvary. Gunther had been on the front lines for the last one, when death came from the shadows and rained from the sky. In all the confusion, it was a reasonable estimate that more Nohrians had fallen victim to friendly fire than to the poisoned arrows that fell upon them. Even the soldiers that hadn't fallen on the battlefield began dropping like flies on the way back to the capital, collapsing as they seized violently, blood gushing from their noses and streaking their vomit. 

It was terrifying to realize that this was what their sanctimonious enemy was capable of. Which was exactly why this new group of cadets needed to be trained well, so they would not fall as quickly and painfully as their predecessors. That was easier said than done, of course, for it seemed that farmers who had until recently only wielded pitchforks and hoes did not easily take to smithed weapons. Gunther brought the handle of his lance down hard on the wrists of one of the female cadets that was holding her own as if it were a sword. How many times, how many dozens of times had he shown them the correct form? He glared at her with such fury that she actually whimpered. 

    “By the gods, if you don't learn to properly hold that lance, I will ram it straight up your cunt. That goes for all of you!” He raised his voice so that he could be heard across the courtyard. Some of the older, more battle hardened knights chuckled under their breath as the cadets stood up straighter, collectively pressing their thighs together, male and female alike. As they began running their formation drills yet again, stiffer this time, and each one making damned sure they held their weapon correctly, it seemed that training might have finally started running smoothly, until the courtyard doors flew open and a young, out-of-breath maid dashed in. It was an unusual sight, as the servants rarely strayed beyond the castle walls. Another instructor, a grizzled looking paladin with a broken nose, approached her, frowning.

    “What is the meaning of this? Haven't you been taught better than to interrupt a training session?” The maid braced her hands on her knees, still struggling to catch her breath. She must've run all the way from the main castle. Brushing her short blonde hair from her face, she straightened a little.

    “Begging your pardon, sir... but I've got orders... from the king himself... to fetch Sir Gunther.” The older soldiers exchanged uneasy looks. It was rarely a good thing to be summoned by King Garon. If you were a woman, it meant that you had caught his eye and he undoubtedly wanted to bed you. If you were a man, you had probably committed some transgression and were going to be executed... unless you were sufficiently attractive, in which case, it stood to reason the king wished to bed you as well. The Nohrian sovereign was not a picky man. Despite the tense uncertainty that had permeated the air, Gunther remained calm as ever. As he stepped forward to follow the maid back to the castle, the paladin stopped him with a heavy hand on his shoulder.

    “For the gods' sake, man, what did you do?”

    “Your guess is as good as mine. I expect I'll be back shortly. Until then, keep an eye on my cadets. If anyone drops their weapon... break their fingers.” He made sure to say that last part loud enough for everyone to hear him. Just because he wouldn't be there was no reason for anyone to slack off.

Since he had entered the service of the kingdom of Nohr, Gunther had only been in the throne room of castle Krakenburg a handful of times, one of those times being his formal knighting. Unlike those who wished to climb the social ladder and grow closer to the king's inner circle, he was rather grateful for that fact. Everything he hated about Nohr, and House Krakenburg in particular, originated here. Even as he approached the high throne, the older knight felt loathing bubble inside him like pitch. He held his arms behind his back to hide the way his hands unconsciously clenched into fists. He generally did a good job of hiding his hatred, of tamping down all his emotions and giving the illusion that he simply didn't feel feelings, but even he had his limits. 

Stopping at the foot of the throne, he inclined his head. He should have gone down on one knee, but he had made clear long ago that he would not bow to this.... creature. 

    “Sire. My queen,” he added, as Queen Arete sat beside Garon, perched demurely on the edge of the throne. In her low-cut, black brocade, she looked more like a fancy whore than a queen, at least compared to Queen Katerina. The former queen always dressed conservatively, hiding her womanly charms under layers of silk and lace and fur, everything that the smallfolk imagined a queen should look like. But one should not judge a book by its cover, for though Arete looked like one of the many women vying for the king's favor, she was kind-hearted and demure, nothing like the harpies that had taken over the castle. 

And despite her gentle smile, she looked very uncomfortable. It was only natural, of course, given that at least four of her husband's lovers stood around the throne, glaring hate at her. What kind of fool would want to be at the center of such madness, he wondered. 

After a long moment of staring down at the knight standing before him, King Garon lazily raised a hand and snapped, signaling another maid to rush forth. She carried a long coiled length of braided leather in her hands and, as she handed it to Gunther, he realized it was a whip. The sort used to train wyverns. He stared at it for a moment, but made no move to take it, turning back to his sovereign, a bemused inflection in his voice. 

    “Sire?”

    “You are to take that and go to the Northern Citadel.”

    “And...” he glanced back at the whip. “Train wyverns?”

    “Train our little guest.” The king's voice was a venom filled hiss. “It seems she has been causing trouble for the gracious soldiers and servants who have been caring for her.” Gunther frowned, though one could hardly register a change in his usual countenance. This was beyond insulting.

        “You mean to send me to pick up the slack for soldiers who can't contain a small child?” At this, Arete frowned as well, her high arched brows drawing together in consternation as she turned to her husband.

    “What does he mean, 'small child'? You told me you captured some Hoshidan noble.”

        “And so I did,” Garon murmured soothingly, gently running the backs of his fingers over the curve of her cheek. “It's nothing you need concern yourself with, my star...” Judging by the death glares the concubines sent in her direction, Queen Arete had more pressing concerns than foreign diplomacy. As Garon trailed his fingers over his wife's back, he turned a hard glare towards Gunther. 

   “You will hold your tongue and follow orders. I am sick of hearing complaints about that little savage. I don't care if you have to beat her black and blue, just make her behave. As the gods are my witness, if she will not obey, then she will break…!” Perhaps realizing how unseemly it was for a king to get so riled up over a hostage, he settled back into his seat, dismissing Gunther with a wave of his hand. Breathing deeply, Gunther wordlessly took the whip that was still being offered to him and turned on his heel, eager to leave the stifling air of the court behind him.

Were he a younger man, Gunther would have been muttering curses under his breath as he saddled his horse for the journey to the Northern Citadel. It was a good two hours away from the main castle on horseback, and the road (if one could call the rocky, narrow, winding path a "road") leading to it was treacherous if one wasn't sure-footed. The horse he was tacking, a young courser he had named Caractacus, shook his head violently, trying to throw off the bridle. Training a new horse was almost as painful as training new soldiers, but it was a necessity. Just as so many of their troops had fallen in the last attack, so too did many of their mounts, Gunther's old courser, Prometheus, among them. It had been painful to watch, more painful even than seeing his brothers and sisters in arms dying. They knew what they were getting into, but the poor beast, writhing and crying out in fear and agony as the Kougan's venom slowly coursed through it, had been forced into a fight it had no stake in. A familiar scenario...

A sharp nip on the arm quickly brought him out of his self pity. Scowling, the knight reached for the riding crop he kept tied to his sword belt and gave the horse a sharp smack on the haunches, causing it to rear in pained outrage. Gunther sharply pulled on the bridle. Unlike many members of his regiment, he was not afraid of horses. Which was probably why they always stuck him with the most ornery, ill tempered ones. As the steed continued snorting in frustration, he reached for the whip he'd sat beside the saddle, holding it up for the animal to see. 

    “You keep that up and I'll use this on you next.” It was stupid, speaking to a horse as if it could understand what he was saying, but it made him feel slightly better to take his frustration out on someone. 

As he heaved the saddle onto the horse's back, he shook his head bitterly. He knew damn well he wasn't going to lash a horse with that terrifying thing, even a miserable, ill-tempered hell-horse like this one. He would have felt guilty raising the thing against a wyvern, its intended target. Finally tacked up, he effortlessly climbed onto his mount. The sun was already setting. It would be night before he actually reached the Citadel. Fortunately, he knew the way well, having gone there many times over the course of the war. 

What had, centuries ago, probably been an abbey, had been converted into a holding cell of sorts for prisoners of war. Spies that tried to infiltrate the Krakenburg household, merchants caught dealing with both sides, essentially anyone deemed sympathetic to Hoshido. For two long, excruciating weeks, a little over two decades ago, he himself had been a resident of the tower. Eager to never repeat that experience, Gunther had done everything in his power since then to ensure his loyalty to Nohr would never come into question again. Even raising an inhumane whip against a small child, it seemed.

Though the 'Hoshidan Hostage' was well known through the castle, a shining victory against the savages to the east, it seemed that very few had actually seen her. It was said that the girl was a daughter of a prominent family with close ties to the Hoshidan royal family, but Gunther knew that she was actually one of Hoshido's princesses. He hadn't gone to Chevalier with King Garon that day. An assassin had slipped into the castle earlier that week and killed the young Lady Arabella, so he along with a smaller band of soldiers had been ordered to stay behind and double patrols. 

It was just as well, for bringing a large number of soldiers to sign a non-aggression treaty would've seemed suspicious. And who needed soldiers when you could just hire outlaws to ambush your enemies? At least, that was what Garon had bragged to him when the royal caravan returned in joyful triumph. They no longer had to worry about Sumeragi ordering suicidal strikes against them, and his whore queen Mikoto wouldn't dare launch a counter offensive against them when she had to worry that her precious whelp's life would also hang in the balance. Women were so easy to manipulate, the king said, which seemed like a poor jape given that many concubines held more sway over his daily life than he did. 

Gunther didn't pay attention to news from Hoshido, so he had no idea what to expect from this Hoshidan princess. He was fairly certain that the princess was about the same age as Lady Belinda's daughter, Camilla. So that would put her at about six or seven. Dismay formed a painful knot in his stomach at the thought of lashing a small child. But it was a necessary evil, because he couldn't let Garon think that he was anything other than the epitome of the perfect, loyal knight. He had worked too hard, sacrificed too much to throw it all away now. One day, that dastard would lower his guard. He just had to wait until then. 

Desperate to take his mind off the unpleasant task awaiting him, he allowed his gaze to wander over the mountainous landscape. The setting sun had cast a fierce orange glow over everything, making it look as if the peaks were ablaze. Many people in the Nohrian army, especially those hailing from the southern regions or underground capital, found the desolate landscape surrounding the castle to be depressing, but it was quite the comforting sight to Gunther. The gnarled trees and often stormy skies reminded him of his old village, a small territory near the Infinite Chasm, bleak and all but barren. How he had hated the place when he was younger, often dreaming of running away to the city. Now, all he wanted was to go back home.

The fortress itself, much like the castle proper, had been built into a deep crater, the only way in or out being a narrow bridge that was currently being guarded by two sentries. Of course, the very terrain seemed to make additional precautions superfluous. The mountains surrounding the citadel were steep and prone to rock slides. There was nothing but inhospitable wilderness for miles around, and the weather was notorious for changing without a moment's notice. Anyone who managed to escape would undoubtedly die of exposure before reaching civilization. 

Not that it mattered, of course. As far as Gunther knew, all of the other hostages had been executed, with only the princess remaining. The sentries nodded at him as he approached, looking around and trying to suppress the shiver of apprehension that ran up his spine. 

    “Is there anything you need, sir?” One of the guards asked him, respectful and dutifully. 'For you to come back to the castle and teach those milksops how to address their superiors....' He resisted the urge to voice his thoughts aloud.

    “His Majesty has ordered me here to deal with the Hoshidan girl.” The other guard scoffed and muttered under his breath. 

    “Good luck.” Gunther turned a deathly glare towards the man. 

    “What was that, grunt?” The sentry trembled under the piercing stare being directed at him, trying to stammer out a respectful answer.

    “I-I-I'm sorry, s-sir. It's just, w-well, no one else has gotten her to obey yet, and not for lack of trying. She's a nasty little piece of work, and I just...”

    “You just what?”

    “N-nothing, sir! I'm sure you'll have every success.”

    “You're damned right I will...” Gunther muttered as he dismounted, handing the reins to the guard that wasn't a smart aleck. “Water my steed.” Redoubling his grip on the coiled leather, he mentally steeled himself for a moment before heading inside the fortress.

At a glance it was easy to see that, despite the bleak interior, this structure had not been designed as a prison. There were faded tapestries on the walls depicting, not glorious war scenes as were in the castle, but kinder aspects of Nohr's ancient history. The various gifts that dragonkind had given man, knowledge and strength and fortitude. It was those virtues that, above all, were held in high regard in Nohr. Although there was a caste system in place, unlike the rigid rules in the east that dictated that only those born in the higher castes may rise, it was long established that anyone with ability in Nohr could have an opportunity to better themselves. 

Just from looking at the soldiers and maids milling about, it was plain that they were all commoners, and although they did not have much by way of rank, if they could prove themselves on the battlefield, they would make a name for themselves and earn honors for it. But judging by the way they lounged around, starting when they noticed his gaze and, only then, making a show of working, it was clear they had no desire to improve their social standings. Quite frankly, Gunther didn't care. If they didn't want to work, that wasn't his problem. He wasn't going to report them. He was only there to do his own duty and leave as quickly as possible. He approached another soldier, who had suddenly become absorbed in oiling his breastplate.

    “You there. Stop pretending that you're busy.” The young man flinched at being called out, and slowly put his armor down.

    “Sir? Was there something you needed.”

    “I'm to deal with the Hoshidan. Where is she?”

    “She's... in the dungeons.” For what seemed like a full minute, Gunther stood there, waiting for the guard to make some move, but the younger man remained where he was, squirming under his increasingly withering gaze. 

    “I'm sorry,” he began, his voice dripping with wry disdain, “I didn't realize you had so many pressing matters to attend to that I have to search every single cell before I find the one I'm looking for. Take. Me. There.” The soldier flinched and nodded sharply.

    “Of course sir, right away sir!” As he turned, quickly walking towards the directions of the door leading down to the cellar, Gunther could not help but roll his eyes heavenward. The incompetence he was forced to deal with...

The dungeons, settled deep in the belly of the citadel, had once been used to store food, but had been converted gods only knew how long ago into individual cells sealed off with heavy doors. The chill in the air seemed to intensify the further they walked, and it wasn't long until their breath was visible in the low light of the wall mounted torches. Moisture condensed on the walls, trickling down and forming dirty puddles at their feet where large, ragged rats occasionally darted past. The smell of mildew and stagnating water turned his stomach. 

    “Are we almost there?”

    “Just about, sir. The Hoshidan's cell is at the end of this corridor.” Gunther shook his head in exasperation. The corridor seemed to go on forever.

    “Is all this really necessary for one little girl? King Garon surely can't be afraid that she's going to escape?”

    “No, but he's probably scared those byak heathens will send one of their ninjas out here to get her and wanted to make it as hard as possible for them. I hear those sneaky yellow bastards can walk through walls.” He noticed the whip, almost forgotten, in Gunther's hand and nodded at it. “You're gonna use that on her?”

    “Those are my orders.” The soldier grinned widely.

    “Good. It's all that nasty little bitch deserves. I went in there one time to check that she wasn't dead, and the little whore bit me on the leg. I thought it was gonna get infected.” The older knight tsk'd as he brushed past his guide.

    “Taken down by a child in a cell. I weep for Nohr's finest...”

As he continued making his way to the end of the corridor and heard the footsteps behind him receding, Gunther raised the whip to the flickering torch light to take a better look at it. It was hard to see at first, but there were small metal barbs woven into the leather, the same kind of metal used in wyrmslayers. They were meant to break through the tough hide of dragons and draw blood. He wondered what they would do to a small child. Even a reserved lash from something like this could easily flay skin, break bones... 

An image, a vivid recollection, popped into his mind, of a sticky red soup that had once been a small child, pulpy with sinew and brain matter and flecked with slivers of tiny white bones... Twenty years later and he could still see the blood boiling and congealing from the heat of the burning house...

Shaking his head violently to clear it, Gunther let the whip drop to the filthy stone floor as he pressed his palms to his eyes, willing the grisly scenes in his mind to go away. After all these decades, the memories came with less regularity, but they still bubbled to the surface on occasion, making him falter in his orders, giving Garon reason to doubt him. He needed, now more than ever, to forget everything about himself and give himself over completely to his duties. One day, all of his patience and suffering would be rewarded and he would finally have peace, but until that day came, nothing else mattered. 

If he had to kill innocents, then so be it. 

If he had to hurt children... then so be it. 

Stooping, he picked up the now damp whip and took the final steps remaining until the end of the corridor. The latch was closed, but there was no lock on the heavy door. The maids must have thought it too much work to constantly look for the proper keys and forwent the process of locking it entirely. He had to put quite a lot of weight behind the door just to get it to budge, scraping loudly against the floor, its hinges squealing in protest under the weight.

As he slipped inside, he reminded himself again and again that what he was doing wasn't important and that it wouldn't bother him. It was just some byak whore's whelp; what did he care?

[randum-famdoms]

Hello! I'm reading one of your fic's on ao3 and was wondering when it's gonna be updated? I ABSOLUTELY LOVE the fic and wanna know how long until we get a new chapter! Love your writing! And I was so happy to see that you gave Mishima such a cool persona! I love the fic so much! I've been ranting to my friends about it nonstop (even though neither of them have ever played the game) but they both sit there and listen nonetheless! (I may even try and convince them to read it! It's a pretty interesting take on the whole game! And the part where Akira is worried that Mishima will have a problem with him being gay and Mishima just like "If I had a problem with it I would've said something back in kamoshida's palace" was amazing! I love everything about it and I can't explain in words just why I love it so much! It's just amazing! If I was better at art I would LOVE to make some fanart of it!!! Again I can't explain just how much I love it! I hope you're doing well and aren't sick!

(How was the dog sitting by the way? Hope it went well!)

Ahshdjdkjfndbdkjdl thank you??????

I just. *scream*

The idea that people can love a silly little thing I write for fun this much is kinda unreal to me. Idk how to respond???? Thanks????

I mean, I’ve reacted like this to fics I have read before but having it turned into myself is trippy. Like this is some weirdly dream or some shit. Idk man. Shit’s wild.

Every time someone tells me how happy they are about the way I’m treating mishima in my fic I am further convinced that everyone who says he’s a bad character is a fucking coward and if more people would just make Mishima positive content then the fandom would be better off. He does not get enough love and appreciation and I will gladly take on the mantle of Mishima Ambassador. He is my blorbo, my boi, and I love him dearly. He deserves better, both in game and in the fandom, so I just did it myself.

Also, I ain’t about to beg you for fanart because you reading my fic is more than enough already and then you sent me this ask and Ann bear gave me a heart attack from joy, but trust me if you think you’re a bad artist I’ve seen worse. Much, much worse. I took an art class in a very sports heavy highschool and 90% of the kids in there were teenage boys who thought it would be an easy A. The first assignment was to draw a realistic hand. You’d think that they were AI with how bad some of them looked. So yeah, any hypothetical art you make is beautiful to me, especially because I’m fairly sure that if anyone made fanart of my fic I’d cry tears of joy <3

I tried really hard to update every week and I failed miserably, so I’ve made the decision to cut back to every other week. I’m like 85% sure that I’ll get the next chapter up this Sunday. I started my summer classes today and one of them (my English class) is cramming a 14 week course into 4 weeks, but I’ve always been pretty good at English/reading/writing so I’m hoping that that won’t ruin my update schedule AGAIN. I swear I can’t go two weeks without something fucking up my writing/editing time. We’ll see how it goes. I am not sick don’t worry, Just like, super fuckin tired cause my sleep schedule is fucked. I’m pretty good otherwise tho!

Dogsitting went well! I actually finished up with that yesterday. The little demon I was taking care of had absolutely no braincells, and was very annoying, and she kept pooping in my bathroom no matter how often I tried to take her outside to shit, but at least she’s small so it was easy to clean up and she was a good size to cuddle. Overall it was a 5/10 experience that was turned into a 9/10 because of the couple hundred dollar paycheck I got for it. The family I was doing it for is uncomfortably rich lol. Pretty sure some of it is blood money because the dad is an ex-cop turned middle school teacher (neither of which make good money) and the mom is a Russian immigrant stay-at-home mom and they somehow own a huge house in a really nice neighborhood and can afford a two week trip to the Caribbean on that income. I ain’t gonna complain tho.

I’m excited to get chapter 11 written and posted, I think it’s gonna be really fun! Lots of good plot and character development is gonna be happening :) the fic is really picking up now that we’ve finally gotten over all the exposition hurdles. Only took 60k words lol (I swear I thought that it would take half as long as it did to get to this point in the fic, at this rate the things gonna end up 800k words long and I’ll be dead before it’s finished)

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T PUT MORE TAGS

ALL MY CRIES DISAPPEARED OH I DON'T CARE TO CRY IT ALL AGAIN YOU BASTARD

I MEAN WITH THIS FIC I EVEN READY TO BELIEVE THAT LEON CAN POSSIBLY DIE AT THE END DON'T GET ME WRONG I WANT HIM TO F***ING CALM DOWN FINALLY AND GRIEVE OVER HIS MASKS CALMLY ON THE TOP OF THE ROOF

THE SCENE WHEN CASEY WAS GLAD THAT LEON IS THE ONE WHO ALWAYS WAS COMING BACK WHEN HE LOOKED AT RAPH (I KNOW IT'S NOT FROM THE UPDATE BUT I NEEDED TO TELL IT SINCE IT POOPED AGAIN IN THE HEAD AND I LOVE IT) ALL THE MONSTERS AND SIDE YOKAIS AND OTHER THINGS THAT TRIES TO KILL YOU FOR THE GOD'S SAKE HOW I LOVE IT IN THE STORIES

THEY JUST APPEAR KEEP TENSION AND DIES OR MAKES YOU CRY

THE WAY LEOS TREAT EACH OTHER I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT

IT'S JUST A BLENDER OF ANGST-ANGST-ANGST-ANGST (A HIGH GRADE-MEAT OVER HERE, COME AND TASTE IT, YOU WILL LOVE IT! AND YOU LOVE IT BECAUSE THIS FIC WAS BORN IN THE VERY CORE OF ANGST AND IT IS REALLY RARE) AND THEN THERE'S THESE LITTLE MOMENTS OF SOMETHING GOOD AND YOU TREASURE THESE MOMENT BECAUSE *THROWS A PC IN THE WINDOW* THAT'S F***ING ALL YOU'LL GOT DON'T EXPECT ANYTHING ELSE

I HATE THIS VERSION OF BIG MAMA SO MUCH WHY NO ONE TOLD ME THAT I CAN FEEL SO MUCH OVER A GOOD EVIL CHARACTER MY HEAD HURTS AGAIN IN A GOOD WAY

I HAD AN ARRHYTHMIA WHILE READING IN WITHOUT JOKES

FOR THE GOD'S SAKE CAN I JUST

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I MEAN

I'VE BEEN SCREENSHOOTING ALMOST ALL MOMENTS MY PHONE IS SUFFERING

I'VE CHOSEN "I'M SO SORRY" ONLY BECAUSE OF THE MOMENT WHEN HE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO KILL MOJO BUT AJGHDJHGJAWHDJGAWHGJAWJH LOOK THERE'S MORE THAT FITS *THROWS A KEYBOARD* F***

WHEN LEO FELT SAFE

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*HOLDS BREATH* I'M A BAD READER. BUT ONCE IN A LIFETIME I STEP ON STORIES THAT HAPPENS TO BE A MINES AND THAT'S THE STORIES THAT I'M READY TO READ FOR HOURS EVEN IF IT'S JUST A FEW SENTENCES

SPARE MY HEART

THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS THAT I WANNA SCREAM ABOUT LAHA BUT AHAHHAAHSGHA HOW HOW BAD I AM WITH WORDS I'M JUST *INHALE* IWJDIWIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOO]

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Hey there!

Could I request something about Harry and Y/n just starting out as parents kind of and like Maddie is 1 year old and stuff. So she can’t really communicate with her mommy and daddy. But basically she doesn’t feel good and maybe she needs to go poo but she can’t (actually happens a lot with babies, sorry just a fun fact) but maybe Harry and Y/n start to freak out and end up taking her to hospital and they both start to think there bad parents until Anne says that happened to Gemma and Harry and that doesn’t make you bad parents.

Thank you!!

THE LUCKIEST

A/N: next fic from this universe will be part of fanficmas!🥰

PAIRING: husband!dad!Harry X Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

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She’d been crying for hours without stopping and you’d tried everything at this point, every tip and method there was out there, Harry read through every site online talking about little children, but nothing helped.

Ellie was still screaming from the top of her lungs, her eyes were swollen and red, her chubby cheeks were soaking wet from her tears.

“Baby, what is wrong? I want to help you so badly!” you begged to her, rocking her around the kitchen, he tiny body lying limp in your arms, her head laid on your shoulder as she cried her little heart out. “I wish you could just tell me what it is,” you whispered, your throat tightening as your own tears were threatening to fall, but one crying girl was enough in the household.

Harry came down from upstairs, his phone in one hand, the parenting book you bought months ago in the other as he looked at the two of you with worry all over his face. This was not how you imagined what being a parent would be like and Ellie had been such a good baby, you had no idea what was happening to her.

“I’m worried about her,” he breathed out, placing everything from his hands to the counter as he cupped Ellie’s puffy, reddened cheeks. “Something must be hurting her badly, maybe we should go see a doctor?”

“I don’t know,” you said in panic, still bouncing a bit, hoping to calm down the one-year-old in your arms. “Fuck, I feel like a failure,” you sobbed, tears running down your eyes.

“We’re first time parents, there’s so much we don’t know. It doesn’t mean we failed,” he told you, taking the little girl from your arms so you could grab a tissue. “I-it doesn’t mean we’re bad parents, right?” he asked, giving you a desperate look, but you had no answer to his question, at least not one that would have brought him peace. Let’s be real, you were freaking out.

“Let’s take her to the hospital, we can’t have her suffer through the night,” you sniffled and Harry nodded in agreement.

You got Ellie ready, of course she cried the whole time as well as the drive to the hospital. Harry gripped your hand in the car, trying to calm your nerves even though he was just as stressed as you were. Arriving you tried to avoid every judgmental look in the waiting room as Ellie continued crying, you felt like you failed as a mother.

You sat at the side as the doctor examined her, Harry’s arm curled around your shoulders as you waited patiently. The doctor checked her stomach thoroughly, gently massaged at certain points and all of a sudden, she stopped the crying.

It felt like a rock was lifted off of your shoulders, but the guilt and shame was still there.

“Do you know when she pooped the last time?” the old, friendly grandpa looking pediatrician asked you.

“Um, not sure, maybe yesterday?” You weren’t exactly keeping tabs on Ellie’s pooping schedule but something was telling you, that you should have.

“Alright. So what happened is that she is a bit too gassed up, probably can’t poop for some reason. I relieved some of the tension, but you’ll need to help her too.”

“Okay, what do we have to do?” Harry asked eagerly.

“Give her pear and apple juice, some prunes would be great too, they will get things going for her,” he smiled, dressing your baby girl back up before handing her over to you.

“And what if they don’t help?” you ask in panic.

“I doubt they won’t, but if she doesn’t poop by the morning, come back and we can give her something stronger,” he chuckled.

You basically sped to the grocery store on your way home, getting everything the doctor advised you to give to Ellie. When you arrived back home you were quick to make her drink the juice and eat the prunes. Luckily, she had no problem with them, even loved them and you were just relieved that she wasn’t crying anymore.

By the end of the day, Ellie finally got the relief she was looking for but couldn’t tell you about. When you put to sleep that night you felt more exhausted than when she was a newborn.

How could you let your baby suffer? Why didn’t you know what was wrong with her? A mother should look out for her baby always and know what they want, but you failed.

You were a terrible mom.

“Hey, baby, no reason to cry, she is all good now!” Harry said when he walked into the bedroom and found you crying, sitting on the edge of the bed. He sat beside you, pulled you against him wrapping his arms around your trembling figure.

“What kind of mother doesn’t know what her baby needs?”

“How could you know? She can’t speak properly yet, she couldn’t tell us what was wrong.”

“But I should have been more careful with her!”

“You did everything right, Y/N. Texted my mum, she said the same thing happened to me and Gemma when we were little. She had no idea what it was until she took us to the doctor. It happens often, doesn’t mean we did anything wrong.”

You sniffled and sobbed, let him rock you gently until you calmed down. Pulling back you looked up at him through blurry eyes.

“We want another, how will we handle two babies when we can’t even deal with one properly?” you asked with trembling lips.

“We are doing well, baby. And we’ll do amazing with another baby too. It can’t always be perfect, but we’ll make it all work, don’t worry.”

“I genuinely don’t think we should have more than two kids,” you chuckles, half joking, half serious. Harry laughed and kissed your forehead lightly.

“We’ll see about that, Lovie. We have plenty of time to get better at parenting.”

“What are you thinking about, Lovie?”

Harry’s voice snaps you out of the memory from almost six years ago, when you only had Ellie. Now, as you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, your fourth baby growing in your belly, already well into the ninth month, you can’t help but feel silly how you thought you were a terrible mother.

“Just… feeling a bit nostalgic,” you hum, as you finish up lotioning your stomach. You put the tube to the night stand and pull your shirt back down onto your belly before making yourself comfortable on the bed. “Remember when Ellie wouldn’t stop crying and it turned out she just couldn’t poop?” you ask Harry with a playful smile. He snorts a laugh out, placing his phone to his own nightstand before getting into bed with you.

“I will never forget how you said we shouldn’t have more kids. And look at us now!” he chuckles, pulling you into his arms as you make yourself comfortable, cuddling to his side, the only position these days you can fall asleep in.

“Four kids soon, huh? It’s so crazy.”

“And we are not even done yet!”

“We are!” you protest, smacking his chest and he just laughs. You’ve made it clear that this is the last one and Harry wouldn’t push you, it’s all just teasing.

“I know, I know,” he sighs kissing the top of your head. “You’re the best, you know that?” he hums, his arm around your tightening as his other hand grazes the side of your stomach.

“What a lucky guy you are, Harry Styles,” you huff grinning into his chest.

“Oh, I am. The luckiest.”

Thank you for reading! Please like/reblog if you enjoyed!

[twopoppies]

Omg Gina HARD AGREE about pregnancy/kid fics. I have 3 kids of my own and I just. Don’t want to read about it, really, lmao. The last time I tried, a 4 year old in a story said something incredibly insightful and well beyond a real 4 year olds grasp of language and comprehension… and I just sat there going, “okay, sure. They can say that. But where are all the boogers? Where is the unintelligible screaming. How is this parent bathing so much in this fic without a child pounding on the fucking door and yelling about poop. WHY is no one getting hit in the head with flying objects?? Who the fuck wants their 8 month pregnant belly caressed while getting railed??” Lol

I will say India alpha whiskey’s babysitter fic was really good. That felt like a real human child. And I’m sure there are thousands that are amazing and I haven’t discovered, I just mean that I hear you and I’m with you 🤘🏼

YESSS. That’s exactly what I mean!! Thank you. And yes! @indiaalphawhiskey’s nanny fic is one of the only ones I like. I always like her writing, but the child in that fic was so realistic, and the way Harry and Louis related to the child and to each other when dealing with the child, was realistic. And yet it was still fun and sexy.

Barefoot in Blue Jeans

@justalittlelouislove also wrote a very sweet single parent kid fic. Like India, Nadia has been around kids forever (and is a great writer), so I really loved the portrayal of the child and just enjoyed the fic so much.

O’ Christmas Tree

@a-writerwrites wrote one years ago that isn’t so much a kid fic as it is a fic about being a parent and feeling unseen and relegated to only being “mom” (or “dad”, in this case). I thought it was such an accurate portrayal of what that feels like.

I’ll Find You

In reference to this

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

inspired by that @joysmercer anon ask, do kira/eddie go on double dates w kt/patricia? what do they do? [also just read your recent fic update and UGHHH YOU WENT THERE 😭]

this is such a cute ask omg!! okay, so obvi atp in the fic neither couple is together so it’s hard to say exactly how they’ll act together/bounce off each other until i’ve actually sat down and written them. however, i have some pretty good ideas. might even use some of them as fluff chapters 👀

they def do go in double dates, but the only ones that actually go really well are post-s3, bc the ones pre-phonograph smash are a little awkward bc 1) the relationships are new/shy, or 2) actively being sabotaged. otherwise, yes they’re pretty fun and they go on them often.

turns out that kt is a pretty dedicated groupon disciple, so she’ll often announce to the other three that she’s got a deal that they can’t pass up on

they go to the circus that passes through their area, and the whole time they’re there, kira regales the group with tales of the time first grade eddie pooped himself when they went to the big apple circus back in the states. eddie is denying it vehemently, but patricia and kt are literally screaming with laughter, spilling popcorn and cotton candy everywhere. every time a clown pops out, patricia points at them and tells eddie “that’s you.” kt and kira cling to each other during the trapeze bc they’re both convinced the acrobats are gonna fall, while eddie and patricia laugh at them.

another date they go on is minigolf, and this is one that eddie and kira get super intense about. they force patricia and kt to adhere to the “where it lies” rule, which leads to some insanely dangerous shots. eddie accidentally hits the ball into patricia’s forehead from on top of the windmill (don’t ask), and they’re all asked to vacate the premises.

once they all turn 18, they go out to a few bars together, and this is about as ridiculous as it sounds. eddie, patricia, and kira can hold their alcohol no problem, but kt has no stomach for it. what starts out as an innocent game of never have i ever ends with kira and patricia holding back kt’s hair while eddie hovers awkwardly by the door. they make a bunch of drunk friends that night though. eventually, the twins bite the bullet and call their dad to pick them all up. a bit of a disaster, really.

they go to the beach post-tor, and they’re all varying degrees of glad to be there. eddie spends most of the day between being in the water, bothering the girls, and complaining that this beach isn’t as nice as ones in america. kira and kt are curled up together on a towel reading the same book (kira ends up finishing it, then starting a reread all while kt’s still on her first go around). patricia on the other hand is very concerned she’s going to get a sunburn, and spends most of the beach day under a big floppy hat, sunglasses, and a towel looking very much like the photo below. eddie scoops her up and throws her in the ocean, and she’s so unamused she practically drowns him. (“yacker, i already almost died!” “i’m finishing the job!”)

[bothcreativitybois]

Intruality Week 2021 Day 2

I’ve decided to try and connect all these propmpts into one story. If you want to read the day 1 fic it’s here

Day 2: Cooking/Baking @intrualityweek2021  Wordcount: 1292 TWs: Swearing, little bit of sad Patton (I’m just like this okay?), Remus doing Remus things, brief gore (not detailed), alcohol meantion (one sentance)

General Taglist: (ask to be added <3) @crazydemigod666 @star-crossed-shipper 

After seven hours, five countertops, twenty spatulas and countless other fatalities, Remus looked at the dozen plates set out in front of him. This was his greatest masterpiece, he continually amazed himself. This plan would work perfectly, he just needed one more thing before he could start. He quickly sank out into Patton’s room. The only light was a little pooh bear night light, dimly illuminating the mound snuggled under numerous fluffy blankets. Remus sneaked forward quietly until he reached the edge of the bed. “Papa Bear!” Remus shouted and jumped on top of Patton. The sleeping side was startled awake and screamed loudly, grabbing his attacker. He was mostly relieved to see it was just Remus. “Hey Kiddo.” Patton said tiredly. “What do you need?” He rubbed his eyes as he spoke. Remus’ wicked smile glowed in the darkness. “I made you dinner.” Remus said proudly. Patton sighed. “Thank you Remus, that’s very thoughtful but I already ate.” Patton mumbled as he laid back down. Remus waited a moment before jumping again. “Please Daddy! I spent a long time on it.” Remus asked again. Patton didn’t move but shushed him. “Everyone is sleeping, please be quiet.” Patton asked. Remus shook Patton’s bed. “I’m gonna be loud until you agree!” Remus shouted. He started moaning and shouting vulgarly. Patton quickly sat up and put a hand over Remus’ mouth. His red face glowed in the dark. “Alright alright just plea- hey!” Patton retracted as Remus nipped his hand. “Ew.” He wiped his hand on the blanket, Remus grabbed it and pulled him out of bed. He sat Patton at the dining table and spun himself around. He changed into a sultry looking waiter outfit. “Tell me what you think of each dish.” Remus said as he grabbed the first plate. “I worked hard on them.” Remus placed the plate in front of Patton whose sleepy mind was caught off guard. He’d forgotten the golden rule of the mindscape: Never trust Remus. On the plate was a caramel apple, except the caramel was covered in lint and hair. “Oh um… I think you dropped it…” Patton gently picked up the apple by the stick and showed Remus. He looked it over with a smile. “I didn’t.” Remus said proudly. Patton relaxed for a moment. “That’s from Virgil’s hairbrush.” Patton dropped the apple back onto the plate. Remus pouted. Patton looked at Remus’ sad expression then back at the hairy apple. After a deep breath he picked up the apple and Remus lit up. Delicately as he could, Patton took a bite before dropping the apple. He covered his mouth as the sticky strands stuck to his teeth. Remus looked on hopefully. “It’s… good.” Patton lied as he churned the caramel with his teeth. Remus clapped and jumped excitedly. As soon as he turned to get the next plate Patton began spitting the caramel into a napkin and scraping the sticky bits out. He wished he had some water. “How about a drink?” Remus read Patton’s mind in the worst way possible. He placed a plate with a fancy looking martini glass in front of Patton. He would’ve taken it immediately after that horrid hairy haribo but he wasn’t going to break the golden rule twice. “What… is it?” Patton wasn’t sure whether it was better to know or not. “A cocktail.” Remus announced. “Sex on the beach.” Patton eyed the drink suspiciously. He’d seen pictures of the drink before but they looked a little more… colourful. Patton picked up the drink and took a slow sip. The grainy salty liquid was putrid. Patton gagged and spat it back into the glass as discreetly as he could. “What is in that…” Patton asked through teary eyes. Remus brought a notepad out of nowhere and read from it. “Sand, water from Logan’s fish tank, salt, oyster juice and bird poop.” Patton gagged again. “How's it taste?” Remus asked with a smile. Patton really began to re-evaluate just leaving. “A little salty…” Patton tried to be honest by Remus’ sad face smacked him in the heart. “But still good!”

Dish after horrible dish Patton puckered, swallowed and gagged his way through the devious delicacies. Each was worse and less edible than the last, he was pretty sure one was just a boiled baseball. With each plate he wished he’d stayed in bed. “Last course!” Remus announced as he grabbed the final plate. “A lovely dessert!” Patton thought of all the things he wished it was. Cookie Dough ice-cream, brownies, strawberry milkshake, chocolate mousse. “Kitten eye-cy pop!” Remus placed the bloody red iceblock in front of Patton who squealed. This wasn’t real, it was just a nightmare. Even Remus wouldn’t expect him to eat that. But even when he opened his eyes again, a handful of tiny sad frozen kitty eyes stared back. “No Remus!” Patton sobbed. “I can’t! No! I’ve had all your horrible food and I’m tired and upset and no!” Tears exploded out of Patton's eyes. He sobbed for a moment before looking up at Remus. He expected anger and disappointment, maybe a bit of shouting. But Remus’ eyes were filled with pride. “Fucking finally!” Remus said as he sat down. “I thought I was going to have to serve you Roman’s stupid little face to get you to crack.” Remus danced a hand over the dessert and it disappeared. “What?” Patton was really confused now. He really wanted to go back to bed. “Patsy, I didn’t wake you up at three in the morning and feed you a bunch of gross stuff and expect you to enjoy it. I’m sadistic, not oblivious.” Remus explained. Patton wiped his eyes and listened. “You needed a lesson, thankfully I am a great teacher.” “What lesson?” Patton asked sadly. Remus rolled his eyes. “You need to learn to say no!” Remus snapped. “I’m sorry.” Patton croaked overwhelmed. “No, don't apologise!” Remus stood and shouted back. “I’m a bad person! I did bad things! Yell at me!” “I can’t...” Patton sobbed.                               “Do it!” Remus pressed. “No!” Patton finally gave in. He pushed himself up with the table, tears sparkling on his cheeks. “I’m tired! I’m upset! I just wanna sleep!” Patton tried to emphasise by hitting the table but accidentally hit the plate. He slowly looked down at the broken plate. Patton fell back into his seat in a sobbing heap. Remus stood there looking between Patton and the plate for a minute. Then he took a few steps closer. “Didn’t know you were that strong.” Remus joked. Patton didn’t laugh. “Remus please don’t.” Patton begged, he didn’t know what for. Patton felt Remus drape something around him. Remus wrapped his arms around Patton and lifted him into his chest. A moment later the room darkened. Patton felt himself being placed down onto a bed. His bed. “Remus.” Patton felt more blankets cover him. “Consider it a thank you for the sweater.” Remus smiled to himself. It just occurred to Patton that this was the second time Remus had seen him cry in two days. No one saw him cry. He reached out of his curled up position and grabbed Remus’ hand. “You’re a good guy.” Patton whispered. Remus wasn’t sure how to react. “You’re delirious.” Remus said back. “Maybe.” Patton conceded. “But I would really like it if you could cook for me again some time.” Remus froze. He was trying to annoy Patton, trying to annoy him and be a terrible person, but Patton thought it was… endearing? “Oh I definitely will.” Remus chuckled. It was less wicked and more goofy. Patton hadn’t heard that before, neither had Remus. What was happening to him? He was getting soft. He’d just have to try harder.

[joemerl]

Writer’s Month 2021, Day 5: “Secret”

Fandom: Invader Zim/Gravity Falls crossover

Word count: 880

Summary: Dib tries to investigate a paranormal hotspot. Unfortunately its residents aren’t making it easy for him. 

Author’s notes: Hopefully this will be a full-length fic someday.

Dib Membrane was used to frustration. He was used to people refusing to see the paranormal even when it was in front of their eyes. But he wasn’t used to people lying about seeing the paranormal. And after an hour in Gravity Falls, he was convinced that that was what was happening.

“Never mind all that!” a random townsperson said when asked about the events of the previous year.

“But witnesses said that the sky was red, only in a patch of sky right above this town! How—”

“Never mind all that!” the man insisted, then turned and ran away.

The same thing happened when Dib went into the local diner.

“Never mind all that,” the blue-haired waitress said breezily. One eye swiveled as she moved. “Now, what kind of soda would you like?”

“Classic Poop. But the town was completely cut off! My sources say that there were no calls, e-mails—”

“Power outage.”

Dib flipped through his notes. “Okay, but people who went to your town’s website, or even any blogs or social media accounts from people living here, saw ‘staticky videos of a weird, triangle-shaped cyclops laughing and speaking in ominous backwards messages.’ And any recordings of those messages went blank a few days later!”

“POWER OUTAGE!” Dib recoiled as the waitress put her face about an inch from his. Then she drew back and cheerfully left to get him his soda.

Dib marched out of the restaurant a few minutes later. He grilled random people walking along the street. He tried asking some kids younger than him. He asked a police officer. And each began with the same phrase: “Never mind all that.”

He might have believed that they were all just stupid, like the people back home...except that, as he was talking to one woman, a giant eyeball with bat wings flew by. Dib let out a scream and fell back, while the woman scoffed, swung her purse at it and grumbled something about “stupid pests.” Dib was still fumbling for his camera while it flew off into the forest.

While he was talking to the policeman, two foot-tall men in pointed hats ran by, working together to carry a large ham.

“And what are those?!” he cried, motioning as they disappeared into the bushes. “How can you tell me that there’s nothing weird about this town when—YAAAGGGHHHZZZ!”

“WHOO-HOO! Mad with power!” the police officer cheered, running off and waving his taser above his head. 

Dib stumbled over to a telephone poll and grabbed it for support. He blinked when he noticed the flyer attached to it. Then he snatched it up, rereading it thoughtfully.

And that’s how he found his way to the Mystery Shack, a small wooden building not far out of town.

There were a few other tourists milling around as Dib tentatively checked out the exhibits. A fake bear head with a unicorn horn. A fake Sasquatch wearing briefs. A stuffed jackalope, which upon close inspection proved definitely fake. A T-rex skull that might have been real, but didn’t technically count as paranormal if it did.

In the gift shop, Dib found a tall, redheaded teenager reading a magazine behind the counter. He grabbed a bumper sticker at random and slapped it on the counter.

The girl sighed and then, impressively, started to scan his purchase without looking up from her magazine.

“Hey. Did you enjoy the exhibits?”

“No. So,” Dib handed her a ten-dollar bill, speaking in a fake-casual voice that he hoped was leading, “you deal with the supernatural here, right?”

“I assure you, nothing in these exhibits counts as ‘natural.’”

“Right. Well—I’ve heard some rumors about stuff in this town.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Specifically, stuff that happened around here last August?”

The girl finally looked up. “Oh, right. ‘Never mind all that.’” She gave Dib a wry look, like this was some inside joke that she expected him to get. Then she slid his bumper sticker across the counter, along with a penny in change, and went back to her magazine.

It was her tone, more mocking than deceptive, which finally set Dib off. He pounded the counter, causing her to jump.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! You have a museum dedicated to the paranormal, but you still won’t tell me about the actual paranormal phenomena that you obviously know?!

“Do you think you’re being clever?!” he continued, now pacing back in forth in front of the desk, gesturing wildly at the air. “Every person in this town says that same thing! This couldn’t be a more obvious cover-up! And then I waste ten dollars on a bribe, and you still won’t cut me a break? You think I actually want this?!” He waved the overpriced bumper sticker in front of the girl, who continued to stare. “If you think you’re fooling anyone, you’re wrong, and I am not leaving this town until I uncover the truth!”

He ended by pointing dramatically in the girl’s face, then lowered his arm, breathing heavily.

A few seconds passed before she spoke.

“I go on break in five minutes. Sneak into the back room, and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

Dib blinked. Then he gave a manic grin, grabbed his bumper stick and hurried in the direction she had pointed.

[kimcheolwoon]

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[purplestrawberrywerewolf]

Raya cleans Cat litter!

Note: This is a crack fic ig lmao. I based it off my cats since I have two and as much as I love them, I always dread cleaning the cat litter lol. So then I wondered, what would happen if Raya cleaned it? Well, here u go! Enjoy :))

(You can read it here or in ao3)

She shouldn’t have agreed to this. She should’ve just lied and say she was busy taking care of her younger brother Boun instead of being nice. She should’ve just said she was busy at work but she knew Namaari would see right through her and catch her in the lie seeing she had the day off that day and decided to spend it doing her own thing and then planned on picking up Boun later that day to go get some ice cream.

Instead, she was here.

When she got a text from her best friend, asking if she could do her a favor, she should’ve just pretended she didn’t see it or act like her phone was dead. Instead, she answered.

Namaari:

Hey dep la, can you do me a favor?

Raya:

Yeah, what’s up?

Namaari:

Turns out I'm working late tonight 🙁  and the cats need their litter changed. Do you think you can do it?

Raya:

Uhhhh yeah I guess

Namaari:

Ok. You have the key to the apartment. It’s easy to clean. Just use the scooper, it’s next to their litter and if u can, replace the old litter and put new litter. Afterwards, can you feed them?

Raya:

Woah, sounds like a lot but I can do it

Namaari:

Ok, thank you <3

Raya really didn’t think much of it. I mean, it was just poop, she’s dealt with it before. She has a dog, his name was Tuk Tuk, and she’s taken him on walks and has picked up his poop a thousand times. This was easy! What could go wrong?

So much.

Raya entered the apartment building before walking up to the second floor where Namaari’s apartment was. She fished for the key Namaari had given her and unlocked the door.

She went inside and as usual, it was quiet and clean. Namaari lived a pretty big apartment for someone who didn’t make a lot at work, but Raya knew a lot of this was thanks to her mother who had a lot in pocket.

“Meow” Raya looked down and smiled when she saw the two cats. “Hey you two” she greeted as she bent down and picked up one of them. She's known Mai and Buan since they were kittens when Namaari called her one day excitedly telling her she adopted two baby kittens.

She looked around. “Alright, well your mom wanted me to clean your litter so where is it?” She asked as she looked around. She then remembered the text where Namaari said the litter was in the wreck room where the cats’ toys were.

She glanced at the door and walked towards it, the cats following her. She turned the knob and opened the door, and the worst smell known to man hit her nose. Raya gasped, placing a hand over her nose as she kept herself from gagging, the cats looking up at her wondering why she was acting the way she was.

“Ugh, what the heck.” She groaned as she squeezed her nose. She sighed. “Let’s just get this over with” she said as she opened the lid of the cat litter and gagged at the smell.

“Ugh! What does your mom feed you guys?” She asked. From what she knew, Namaari bought her cats Rachel Ray food, saying she wanted to feed her cats good, healthy organic food instead of the ones that were filled with processed stuff that can make them sick.

The cats meowed as they ran off. Raya looked for the scooper and found it. She bent down to grab it as she grabbed the bag that was folded. She opened it and began to scoop the feces. “Ewww” she squealed as she dropped it into the bag.

She gagged again. “Hold on, let me see if Namaari has a mask or something” she said as she got up. She left the room and found the pantry where her best friend kept everything.

She found the box of masks her friend bought after the pandemic hit. If Raya was being honest, she felt like Namaari was being a little overdramatic when she stocked up on food and supplies, freaking out that everything was gonna go out of stock and they would have to survive like in those zombie movies.

Of course, as you know, things were slowly beginning to get better but Namaari still had that paranoid mindset. Raya grabbed the mask and put it on, walking back to the room, almost tripping on one of the cats.

“Ah! Damn cat” she groaned before entering the room. The smell wasn’t that strong anymore but still strong enough to go through the mask. “Ugh” she groaned as she grasped the scooper and began to throw the poop in.

Suddenly, Mai began to attack Raya’s hand that was holding the scooper. “Hey! What are you doing?” She asked as she picked up the cat and swiftly threw her aside.

She began scooping again, and was almost done before Buan came by and jumped into the litter box. Raya groaned. “Really? I’m busy here” she commented. Suddenly, Buan went into his bathroom stance and Raya’s eyes widened.

“Oh no-AGHH!” She yelled as the cat began to poop. “Ew, ew” she practically sobbed as the cat finished its business and jumped out without covering his business.

Raya groaned. “Really? You could cover it!” She yelled after the cat. She covered the poop with the litter, cringing at the smell. Both cats then ran into the room, playing with their toys as the girl scooped out their business.

“Okay, now I have to changed your litter” she said as she scooped out the old litter and threw it in the bag. “Ugh” she groaned as she finished getting the litter in. She then looked at the floor and sighed when she saw that some of it fell. “Really?” She said before getting up.

She tied the bag shut and threw it next to the trash, making a mental note to herself to throw it out. She remembered Namaari’s text telling her the cat litter bag was next to the room and noticed the very, very big and possibly very heavy bag.

“Okay Raya, you can do this” she said before grasping the bag and groaning when she dragged it into the room. “Ugh, how does your mom deal with you guys?” She asked as the cats meowed.

“Okay” she said as she opened the bag and found the mini scooper in it before scooping litter into the box. She scooped as much as she could before agreeing with herself that it was enough.

“Okay, cool” she said as she clipped the bag shut and dragged it all the way out, groaning. “Ugh, how did Namaari carry this thing. Well, she is buff and can probably knock me out with one punch so that’s a stupid question” she said to herself before setting the bag down.

Buan meowed up at her. “Alright, where does your mom keep the broom?” She asked as she walked to the pantry again. She saw the red broom in the corner and grabbed it before heading back to the room.

She swept up the left-over litter. Mai then began to attack the bristles of the broom, trying to chew on it. “Aye! Shoo! Go!” She hit the cat gently with the broom. The cat refused to listen and Raya rolled her eyes.

She picked up the cat and put it in Namaari’s room where Buan was sleeping. “Stay in your mom’s room” she said before closing the door, rolling her eyes when she heard the cats meow.

She finished sweeping and threw out the litter. She grabbed the bag and walked to the back to throw it out, cringing at the smell as she threw it out.

As she walked up the stairs to go through the back door of Namaari’s apartment, her eyes widened when she saw a disgusting moth. “Ew, oh my gosh” she said as she ran to the door, practically screaming when she heard the moth fly.

She slammed the door shut as she panted. Did Namaari know there was a giant moth living in her porch? From what she remembered, Namaari despised bugs. Even the smallest bug can make the once tough Fang girl turn into a scared toddler, jumping onto the counter and calling Raya to kill it.

Raya went back to the room and sprayed it with air freshener. Once she felt that the room was at a better smell, she grasped the two bowls and went to fill them with cat food.

“There's a red cup in the bag. Just give them half a cup each” Namaari’s words echoed in Raya’s head as she scooped the food out. She filled their bowls and set them out before giving them fresh water.

She went back to Namaari’s room and opened the door and the two cats ran out. “Go! You guys are disgusting” she said as she sighed. This was the last time she was doing Namaari a favor.

That binturi owed her.

~*~

“Don’t be dramatic. They’re not that bad” Namaari rolled her eyes as she and Raya sat on her couch in the apartment as Raya told her the adventure of cleaning the cat litter.

“They were! Don’t you clean it?” She asked. Namaari scoffed. “Yes, I do. I clean it 3 times a day but I had to work late today, which is why I told you to clean it, but you’re such a chicken” she said.

Boun laughed as he pet one of the cats. “Ha! She called you a chicken” he laughed as Raya stuck her tongue out at him. “Well, it was disgusting, and that’s the last time I’m doing you a favor” she said as Namaari rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. You’ll come crawling back to me”

“Pff, as if”

“I bet you”

“Oh, you will?”

“Yup.

“Alright, bet”

That bet did not go well.

[rhys-writes-sometimes]

Music Worth Making Part 2: Flying Solo

Requested: no

Warnings: death, knives, unedited bad writing

Series Summery: When the reader’s life is ripped away from them, they’re distraught. But with her two best friends and three certain ghosts, maybe the afterlife isn’t so bad after all. 

Chapter Summery: The reader is formally introduced to the boys.

Words: 2128

A/N: Okay so things are starting to pick up now. And wow I didn’t expect so many people to like my last fic lol. Anyway I hope you like it!! I’m gonna start working on part three soon.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Masterlist

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You gasped along with the rest of the crowd.

“How’d she do that?” you heard Flynn mutter. 

“Wait, were those holograms?” someone shouts. Julie looked relieved.

“Yes! Yes, they were holograms.” You knew her well enough to see that she was lying, but knew she must have her reasons. Right?

“Okay people, show’s over.” Principal Lessa started shooing people out of the gym and back to their classes.

You and Flynn hung back, wanting to talk to Julie.

Julie hopped off the stage after talking to Principal Lessa and Mrs. Harrison for a moment. You could tell she was excited. 

“Wow, you did it! Congrats,” you say, excited that Julie wasn’t going to be kicked out of the music program. 

“Thanks to you two.” Julie pulled the two of you into a brief hug. Flynn pulled away quickly. 

“Hey, you okay?” Julie asked her, frowning slightly. 

“Uh… I’m great,” she answered, smiling uneasily. “When… when did you start playing with a hologram band?”

“Oh! It was just one song. We’re not a band. They’re a band, a hologram band. Definitely holograms…”

“Yeah, we saw.” you said, trying to calm the tension clearly rising between your two best friends. 

Flynn kept staring at Julie, confused. “Why have you been keeping those cute boys a secret?”

“There’s a reason for that, it’s just… really crazy.” Julie was clearly trying to cover something up. You and Flynn gave each other a look that said “what’s going on with her?”.

“Oh, I’m all about crazy! Let’s hear it.” Now Flynn was just trying to get Julie to admit she was lying. 

Julie hesitated for a moment. “Okay. Um, so they’re… from Sweden!”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. 

“Yeah, turns out they’re not only great at making meatballs, but also good at making music. So, they play there, I stream them here, we play together, they leave and that’s it. So! Who’s excited I’m back in the music program!” Julie finished with jazz hands, desperately changing the topic.

“Jules, are you lying to us?” Flynn asked.

Julie dropped her act. “Yeah. Yeah I’m lying.”

The look of hurt on Flynn’s face said it all. “Since when do we lie to each other?”

You were hurt too, but you didn’t want to make the whole scene worse, so you said nothing. 

“Flynn… Y/N…. I’m sorry.”

Flynn scoffed. “‘I’m sorry’? That’s all you’ve got?” She grabbed your hand. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s go.”

“Flynn, wait! Y/N!” Julie called out after you. You looked back at her, your heart feeling heavy with Julie’s betrayal. 

-----

“Flynn, where are we- ow!” you were cut off as Flynn pulled you down behind some bushes as a car passed. You pulled your hand away, rubbing your wrist. 

“Sorry, Y/N, I just…” She glanced around as if looking for something. 

Or someone. 

“It’s fine,” you said with a sigh. “So, where are we going?”

“To Julie’s house. Come on.” 

You ran the rest of the way, hiding every time you heard a car coming. You could tell Flynn was planning on doing something, but you had no idea what it was. 

She popped up from behind some bushes next to Julie’s house, looking around to make sure the coast was clear. She didn’t see Julie until it was too late.

“Flynn!” she called out. Grimacing because you two had been caught, Flynn gestured for you to come out of hiding. 

“And Y/N…” Julie added, slightly confused when you popped up next to Flynn. She shook her head, as if to clear it. “What are you guys doing here? I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Well, not all over, ‘cause here we are,” Flynn stated dully as she started walking over to Julie. You followed her.

“I’ve been texting you both all day. The least you could have done is text me back!”

“Flynn stole my phone,” you defended yourself. 

“And I sent a poop emoji. I think it said everything. I was just leaving this.” Flynn pulled her Double Trouble t-shirt out of her backpack and tried to hand it back to Julie. “I won’t need it anymore.”

“I’m not taking it.”

“Fine. Then my dad can wash his car with it. Though all this betrayal on it might scratch his paint.” She shoved the shirt back in the bag. Julie flinched slightly at Flynn’s harsh words. 

“Look, I’m very sorry for not telling you,” Julie started. Flynn crossed her arms. “But I- I need you to know how important you both are to me! There’s no way I would have made it through this year if it wasn’t for you guys.”

“Yet it was three strangers who got you back into music. I don’t need someone in my life who lies and keeps things from me. Neither of us do.” Flynn grabbed your hand again. And started to walk away. 

“Goodbye, Julie,” you said softly before being dragged away by Flynn. 

Before you could get anywhere, however, Julie grabbed onto your other hand and pulled you and Flynn back.

“They’re ghosts.”

“Wh-  what?” you asked, your nose wrinkling in shock and disbelief. 

“The boys in my band. They’re not holograms, they’re ghosts. And when we play together, people can see them.”

“What do you mean, ‘ghosts’? Like the kind that rattle chains and go ‘boo!’?” Flynn rolled her eyes.

“No, and I’m pretty sure that’s just a hurtful ghost stereotype. These guys are just normal dead dudes! Well…. Reggie’s a little questionable.” Julie defended herself. You were starting to get worried for her. Flynn pulled out her phone. 

“Who are you texting?” You and Julie asked together. You looked at each other and smiled slightly. 

Flynn rolled her eyes again. “Your dad. He told me to text him if I was worried about you and um…” she gestured to Julie. “I’m worried. You’re seeing things, Jules.”

“Flynn has a point, Jules,” you said.

Julie looked at you, annoyed. “All right. So you wanna be difficult.” She took the phone from Flynn’s hands. “Meet me in my mom’s studio in thirty minutes, and I’ll prove to you that I’m not crazy. And… please don’t text my dad.” She gave Flynn’s phone back to her. 

She sighed. “You have thirty minutes.”

Julie sighed and glanced down at Flynn’s bag.

 “Eggs?” she asked, her face showing her confusion. “Why did you bring eggs?”

“Oh! Um…. no.” Flynn laughed awkwardly. “No. See, I grabbed those by mistake. It’s not like I was gonna convince Y/N to help me throw them at your bedroom window or anything…”

You elbowed her. “We were gonna do what?”

Julie just sighed and started walking to the studio. 

“Thirty minutes!” Flynn called after her. 

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“Thanks for coming,” Julie said with a small laugh as she opened the doors to the studio. “We just wanted to rehearse the song so it was perfect, which it’s not, but whatever.”

“No, if we’re gonna hear a song from your imaginary ghost band, I want it to be perfect.” Flynn squeezed your hand. “So, get back in there. All of you. You too,” she added, pointing at the air, earning a laugh from you and Julie. 

“They’re not out here,” she explained. 

Flynn put her hand on Julie’s shoulder. “Oh I know,” was all she said before walking into the studio, hand-in-hand with you. 

“Uh, actually, could you guys go over there?” Julie asked, pointing to the couch. “Reggie needs some space to rock out, and he feels kinda weird walking through you.”

Flynn laughed. “Boy, when you create a world, you really live in it.”

“Just sit!” Julie said, pushing you down onto the couch.

“Now, if you’ll notice, there’s no equipment that will produce a hologram. Feel free to look around.”

You double checked, but Julie was right. The studio looked the same as it had when Rose was playing in it. You felt a slight pang in your chest as you thought of the woman who had become a second mom to you. 

Julie started talking again, bringing you out of your thoughts. “The guys took a poem I wrote about you both and put it to music.”

“Aww. I wish I didn’t have to talk to your dad after this.” Flynn crossed her arms. You smiled at Julie. You were concerned for her mental health, but it was sweet that she had written a poem about you and Flynn. 

“It’s called Flying Solo. Hope you like it.”

She started playing, and you felt yourself getting caught up in the song. 

“If I leave you on a bad note, leave you on a sad note, guess that means I’m buying lunch that day.”

It was a really sweet song, and you were vibing to it when the boys you had seen at the spirit rally suddenly appeared from thin air. Flynn screamed. You jumped back, startled by both the scream and the sudden appearance of the boys. 

They smiled at your and Flynn’s reactions, but continued playing with Julie, their voices blending together in harmony. 

When there was a brief interlude, Julie pulled you and Flynn off the couch and introduced you to the guys. The one in the orange beanie, Luke, crossed over to a microphone by the couch, smiling at you as he sang. 

Flynn walked over to the one in flannel, Reggie, and stuck her hand through his shoulder. 

“Weird, right?” he said with a smirk.

“They’re ghosts!” Flynn exclaimed.

Your eyes widening, you glanced over at Luke. Would your hand go through him?

As if reading your thoughts, he stopped playing for a minute and held out his hand to you. After hesitating for a second, you tried to take it, only for your hand to slip right through his. 

“Whoa,” you breathed. Turning to look at Julie, wide eyed, you blurted out: “They are ghosts!”

Luke smirked.

“Oh, uh, we prefer the term ‘musician spirits’,” the one on the drums, Alex, said. 

Reggie pointed at Alex and nodded to show his agreement. 

“Julie?” Luke asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “So, does this mean you’re joining our band?”

“Uh, actually,” Flynn walked over to him with her hands on her hips. “I think you’re joining her band.”

Julie leaned on Flynn. “I’m gonna go with what she said.” You laughed. Luke, Alex, and Reggie smiled before continuing with the song. You stood up and danced with Julie and Flynn.

“My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you!” Julie belted as the song finished. You started clapping just as the rest of the band vanished. 

Julie smiled at you. “You still wanna talk to my dad?” she asked Flynn.

“No, I’m good,” the girl replied. All three of you giggled. 

“Oh!” you said, checking the time. “I have to go pick up Danny. I’ll see you guys later!” you said with a wave as you walked out of the studio. You had been in there so long that you hadn’t noticed the clouds covering the sun. 

You had made it about halfway to the field when it started to rain. It started lightly, but then all of a sudden, it was pouring. You cursed under your breath as you started running. Practice would be ending early. 

“Ugh!” you grunted as you tripped and fell into a puddle, pain coursing through your ankle. You weren’t sure if you would be able to stand on it, but you had to try. You had to get to Danny. 

Plus, you had the uneasy feeling that someone was watching you. 

“Oh dear, are you hurt?” asked a voice from behind you. You whipped your head around to find a tall man dressed in a shimmering black cloak-like coat, complete with a top hat. He kneeled down next to you. You weren’t exactly comfortable with him being there, infact he gave off a feeling of mystery and deceit, but you couldn’t exactly get up and leave.

“Oh, um, I’m alright, thank you, though,” you said, giving the man your sweetest smile. It was the one you used most often to hide behind. 

He glanced at your ankle, which you were holding with both hands, and frowned slightly. “Twisted ankle?”

You nodded. 

The man shook his head slightly before standing up and extending a hand to you. “Let me help you up.”

You took his hand gratefully, leaning on him slightly for support and wincing when you put weight on your ankle. 

“I’m sure it will be fine,” you said, looking at your ankle. “Thank you.”

You looked back up in time to see that the man had taken out a knife. Your eyes widened as he drove it into your heart.

You died without a sound.

Tag list: @sunsetcurvej

[iamtrebleclefstories]

help, ‘cause I need saving - part two

six times Jo and Alex saved each other from horrible dates and the one time they didn’t

a two-shot fic taking place in a Season 9 alternate universe

if you haven’t read part one, you can read it here => six times

"You look mopey-er than normal," Cristina commented as she walked into the house. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing," Alex frowned and took a swig of his beer.

"Where's the hairball? I normally would've seen her by now but I haven't seen her in the past few days," Cristina watched as Alex sat on the couch in silence. "So that's what's got you all depressed. What happened? Did she realize that you're a jerk and stop hanging out with you?"

"I kissed her."

"What?" Cristina raised her eyebrows.

"I kissed her," Alex repeated. "Or maybe she kissed me. I don't know. All I know is that she has been avoiding me for the past five days since it happened."

“Crap,” Cristina sat down on the couch next to him. “Well, was it bad?”

“No it wasn’t bad,” Alex shook his head. “At least, not for me it wasn’t. I—I’m just… such an idiot. I love her.”

Cristina stared at him in mild shock that he had actually said the words, “Woah.”

“Yeah,” Alex sighed. “I don’t know what to do. She doesn’t want me. If she did, she would’ve realized that I was trying to ask her to go out with me for drinks that night she decided to go out with that douche Peckwell.”

“Wow, you really are an idiot,” Alex glared as Cristina rolled her eyes. “You two are drinking buddies, friends, joined at the hip. All you ever do together is drink beer and hang out. Of course she’s not going to realize that you were asking her to go on a date with you. It’s what you always do together anyway. You may not realize it, but you’ve been unofficially dating each other for the past few months without knowing it.”

“Well it doesn’t really matter now. Whatever we had going on is over,” Alex huffed in frustration. “I always screw myself out of everything good.”

“How are you going to know it’s over if you haven’t even talked to her about it, dumbass?” Cristina swatted him on the side of his head. “Put on your big girl panties and just talk to her.”

“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. I’m her boss,” Alex made a weak excuse.

“That’s a load of crap and you know it,” Cristina sighed. “Whatever, you can wallow in your pit of sorrow by yourself. I’m going to get ready because Owen’s coming over.”

+++

He should’ve known that things wouldn’t end there. Cristina was persistent, and although she claimed not to care, she was deeply invested in her friends’ lives and did her best to help them when she could. It was a side of Yang that very few people rarely got to see and being one of her oldest friends, Alex was one of them. And since he was one of her oldest friends, Cristina had also enlisted Meredith for help.

“Come on, don’t be like that. It’s a date, at a nice restaurant with great booze. It won’t be the end of the world if you go,” Cristina brought up the subject as they were getting ready for rounds a few days later.

“Look, I get what you’re trying to do here, but I’m just not ready for that. I don’t want to go on a date with somebody else,” Alex shrugged his arms through his white coat. "And this time I won't have anyone to get me out of it when it inevitably goes bad."

"I'll get you out of it," Cristina offered. "Yeah, I'll have my phone with me and fake page you for an emergency if it goes horribly."

"Really?" Alex raised his eyebrow. "You actually are trying to help me? You're not trying to embarass me or anything like that?"

"Now that would just be cruel. I wouldn't kick you while you're down," she rolled her eyes. "Just go on the damn date. I promise, I think you'll enjoy it."

"Fine," Alex huffed in annoyance. "I'll go. But if I hate it,You owe me the money I spent on the date."

"Yeah, yeah," Cristina waved her hand as she walked away. Cristina rounded the corner and ran into the person she'd been looking for.

"Dr.Yang!"

"Edwards," Cristina placed her hands on her hips and looked at the intern expectantly. "Well, did you do it?"

"Yup," Stephanie nodded enthusiastically. " It took some time to convince her because she is still hung up over Karev, but I promised her that I'd save her if her mystery date went horribly."

"I had to do the same thing with Alex," Cristina chuckled. "Okay, I am going to go tell Meredith to make sure that she lets Wilson leave early. And because you spied on your friend and helped me out, you get to scrub in on my aortic valve surgery. Go prep her for surgery now”

“Thank you Dr. Yang!” Stephanie grinned. “I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”

Cristina sighed and made her way to the lounge where Meredith was eating a snack, “Mer!”

“Dammit Cristina, you made me drop my cookie on the floor,” Meredith glared at her friend.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Cristina sat across from her. “You have Wilson on your service today, right?”

“Yeah,” Meredith huffed and ran a hand over her belly.

“Okay so you remember how I talked to you about getting Alex and Wilson together?”

“Mmhmm,” Meredith hummed and continued to eat her snack. “I thought it was a good idea and helped you pick the place for the date. What about it?”

“Well, it’s happening tonight, so I need you to make sure that the hairball makes it there in time,” Cristina reached over to grab a bite out of Meredith’s food only to get her hand slapped away.

“Get your own food,” Meredith grumbled. “But yes, I can do that. Maybe I’ll even let her out early so she can get dressed up.”

“Great, I’m going to go do surgery,” Cristina stood up and made her way towards the door.

“If those two get married and we’re not in the wedding, Alex will never hear the end of it,” Meredith shouted at a snickering Cristina as she walked away.

+++

Jo didn’t want to be there. The last thing she wanted was to be on another meaningless date with some guy she didn’t care about at some restaurant she’d mentioned trying out one day to Alex. When she heard she was on Medusa’s service today, she’d hoped that Grey would pile on the scut so that she’d be forced to cancel. But to her surprise—and disdain—Grey let her leave early. So, she begrudgingly changed out of her scrubs and into the outfit that Stephanie had laid out for her and drove to the restaurant.

Everything within her was screaming to make a run for it and ditch the guy so that Steph would never bother her about finding a date again, but as someone who’d just screwed things up so badly with the one person she’d only ever really wanted to date, Jo decided it may have been best to put the horrendous experience behind her. That was becoming increasingly difficult, however, as the days she’d spent apart from Alex only led to feeling his absence that much stronger.

So despite the overwhelming desire to go home and watch scary movies in her favorite pair of sweatpants, Jo got out the car and walked over to the entrance of the restaurant. She sighed as she told the host that she was looking for a reservation under the name Edwards.

“Ah yes, the Edwards-Yang table. Right this way,” the hostess smiled at Jo. “Your date is already here. He’s really handsome and seemed nice enough. I hope it goes well.”

Jo nodded half distracted as she allowed the young woman to guide her to the table where she’d have to endure another date. Jo stopped suddenly, not noticing that the hostess had paused and was pointing to a table with a man seated with his back towards them.

“That’s him. Good luck!” The hostess chirped and turned around to leave them alone.

Taking a deep breath, Jo readied herself and walked up to the table. She moved to stand in front of the man who she was supposed to be courting that evening and gasped, “Alex?”

“Jo?”

Jo gaped at him for a few moments, “You—what are you doing here?”

“Yang set it up, she said she was setting me up on a date tonight,” Alex answered quietly, still unsure of what was going on. “She told me I needed to get over—never mind. What are you doing here?”

“Stephanie told me the same thing,” Jo stared at him curiously. “Oh my God. We’ve been set up. They set us up.”=”

Alex snorted a laugh, “You’re kidding right? This is Yang we’re talking about. She doesn’t do things like these. She doesn’t care enough.”

“Well she obviously does or we both wouldn’t be here,” Jo looked at the empty seat across from Alex in question. “Why else would Grey let me out early instead of keeping me there to monitor her post ops?”

“You can sit down you know,” Alex motioned to the chair. His lips curved up into a slight grin. “I won’t bite.”

Jo rolled her eyes and sat down quietly. The pair stared at each other awkwardly for a moment, fidgeting nervously as neither one of them knew what to say. It was never like this when they were together. Ever since they first started hanging out, there had been an immediate sense of comfortability. They had never needed to feel nervous or afraid when around each other because they just worked. That’s what was making the recent shift in their relationship so difficult. The kiss they’d shared brought up a whole slew of emotions that neither of them really knew how to handle.

Maybe that’s why when they decided to break the tense silence, both of them stumbled on their words.

“So, how was work?” “I haven’t seen you around in a bit.”

“Sorry,” Jo let out a breathy laugh and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

“No, it’s okay. You first,” Alex shook his head and motioned for Jo to continue.

“I, uh… ha,” Jo bounced her leg as she tried to shake the nerves off. “I said, how’s work?”

“Oh it’s uh, it’s good,” Alex shrugged awkwardly. “I got to operate on Hannah Gordon today. I got to remove her colostomy bag.”

“Really? That’s the little girl who was in the accident at school, right? You finally got to operate? That’s fantastic. I wish I could’ve been there to see the look on her face when you told her that she no longer needs a poop bag anymore,” Jo smiled.

“Yeah, she had the biggest grin on her face when I told her that the crap bag was gone and she could go back to school and do gymnastics again in a few months,” Alex mirrored Jo’s grin.

“You see, that’s what I love about peds. There’s a special connection and follow-through that you get with peds patients than you do with adults,” Jo sighed.

“Well, you are always welcome on my service. I know that you have to go through all the specialties, but if you feel like peds is something you might want to do one day, then I’d be more than happy to take you under my wing,” Alex smiled at her softly. “I can be your Robbins.”

“My Robbins, huh?” Jo hummed. “We’ll see. I might have to take you up on that eventually.”

Those comments seemed to have done it, because once Jo and Alex started talking, everything seemed right in the world again. They both relaxed and joked around with each other, making the dinner date that they had both been dreading, enjoyable. The hadn’t noticed how long they’d been in the restaurant talking when they realized that the staff had begun cleaning up all around them.

“Oh wow, it’s ten o’clock already?” Alex wondered out loud as he looked down at his watch.

“For real?” Jo raised an eyebrow and looked over to glance at the time. “Have we been here that long?”

“I guess we have,” Alex chuckled. “I’m surprised they haven’t kicked us out yet.”

“It might be because we haven’t paid yet,” Jo pointed at the check on the edge of the table, waiting for payment.

“Yeah, that might be why,” Alex reached over and grabbed the receipt, stopping Jo’s protest. “I’ve got it. Don’t worry about it.”

“Alex-”

“Dude, chill. It’s not that big of a deal. Besides you’re an intern and you barely make any money. Consider it a gift,” Alex pulled some cash out of his wallet and deposited it on the table and stood up. “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

“I had fun tonight,” Alex’s mouth curved into a crooked half-smile. “It was the first date I’ve been on in a long time where I didn’t need to fake an excuse to get out of it.”

Jo laughed lightly, “Same here.”

“So are we gonna talk about it?” Alex asked as they neared the car.

“Talk about what?” Jo shrugged innocently, sighing when she unimpressed look on Alex’s face. “We kissed.”

“We did,” Alex nodded quietly. “Why did you do it? You could’ve come up with plenty of other things to do so that I could help you get away from Peckwell, or whatever the hell his name is. Why did you kiss me?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do know,” Alex buried his hands in his pockets and leaned against her car. “But you’re too afraid to say it.”

“I kissed you because I wanted to,” Jo confessed as she looked down at the ground beneath her. “I still want to, if I’m being completely honest.” Jo looked up at him, heart hammering in her chest as she said the words she’d been wanting to say for so long, “These past few months I’ve been on horrible dates. We’ve each been on horrible dates. And every single time we needed rescuing because for some reason they didn’t work out. So, I spent time thinking back to all those dates and trying to figure out why they went badly and I think I figured it out. I could on a hundred dates with a hundred really nice guys, but I will always need rescuing. They would always go badly and I’d need saving because those guys aren’t you. But with you… I never need saving with you. Because with you, I’m already safe.”

Alex stared at her in wonder. He was quite honestly, speechless. That’s what she did to him. Jo rendered him completely and utterly speechless. He realized he’d been quiet for too long when Jo started rambling nervously about how she should’ve never said anything.

Alex placed his hands gently on her face to bring her attention to him. He looked back and forth between her eyes and her mouth. Leaning in slowly, Alex pressed his lips against hers, bringing her into a sweet kiss.

When they parted, Jo breathed in and out deeply, seemingly in shock of what had just happened. Seeing her dumbstruck expression, Alex chuckled slightly. She really had no idea how he felt about her. Deciding to take a chance, he opened his mouth and said the thing that had been threatening to spill out of his mouth for a few months now.

“Jo, I love you.”

“What?” Jo’s eyes widened at his confession.

“I love you,” Alex repeated, a large smile on his face. “I love you.”

“You love me?” Jo asked shakily. “It’s not all in my head? You’re actually saying those words to me? And you mean them?”

“Mmhmm,” Alex grinned brightly. “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for a while now and I want to be with you.”

“Oh,” Jo’s mouth froze in that shape. “Woah.”

Alex leaned in for another kiss, “God I could do this forever.”

“I can think of some other things we could do if we get out of here,” Jo whispered lowly, causing Alex’s eyebrows to shoot up in surprise. “I don’t normally make a habit out of sleeping with guys on the first date, but I think I can make an exception for you.”

“As amazing as that sounds, I think I’m gonna make you wait,” Alex took a step away from Jo.

“You’re gonna make me wait? You. Alex Karev. Are going to make me wait for sex?” Jo’s face displayed her disbelief.

“I am,” a shit-eating grin made its way onto his face.

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” Alex’s smile increased tenfold.

“Are you seriously going to make me beg?” Jo narrowed her eyes. “Because I will beg. I have no shame in begging you to take me right here in the parking lot.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Alex groaned. His eyes softened after a moment. “Look, I know I have a… reputation, but I always jumped head first into sex with everyone. You’re not just anyone. You’re Jo and for the first time in my life, I want to do things differently. So, let me take you out a couple more times before you let me in your pants.”

“Well when you put it like that, it makes you sound all sweet and sappy, and me sound like a slut because I want to jump into bed with you,” Jo laughed and let out a breath. “I’ve never had anyone who wanted me for more than my body or that wanted things to be special.”

“I know,” Alex answered simply. “Which is why I am gonna make you wait. I want you, Jo. I love you. And I’m gonna show you that you mean something to me. More than just your body, which let me say…” Alex paused and gave her a once over as he allowed his hand to wander down her spine, causing her to shiver. “Is pretty incredible.”

Jo chuckled softly and kissed him, “Well, whenever you’re ready, it’s all yours.”

“Ugh,” Alex laid his head on her shoulder. “Okay, you need to go home before I pull you into the backseat.”

Jo laughed, “Alright, I’m going.” She unlocked her car and sat down in the driver’s seat, glancing up at Alex to give him a bright smile. “Goodnight.”

Alex’s face softened, “Goodnight.”

[jeyramarie]

boat ride- pogues x carrera!reader

summary: the hottest day of the summer turns into the best night of your life

a/n: little something i thought of couple weeks ago👀 sorry my writing has been so mia lately it’s just that nursing school is not joke 😂 but hopefully next thing i post is part 3 of my jd fic with @ilovefandoms102 so stay tuned guys! happy reading everyone 🦋

The hottest day of the summer came to Outer Banks making every single person leave their house. Everyone went to the marsh or the beach or in the kook’s case, their own private pool.

You were technically a kook, being Anna and Mike’s daughter, Kiara’s sister... yeah, you were a kook but didn’t really identified as one. Just like your sister, your days consisted on being with the pogues. Everyday, all day, for many years. Today, it’s wasn’t any different but the heat cause y’all to get up extra early (which rarely happens) and go to the beach.

“Y/N! Come on, they’re already outside!” Kie shouted from her room to yours gathering the last things for her backpack.

“Can you at lest help me tie my swimsuit?! I’m not an octopus, Kiara!” you yelled back feeling extremely annoyed at how your sister was scolding you for taken long, yet she didn’t help you get ready faster. She walked into your room and tied your swimsuit, all that was left was your shirt. When Kiara ran out of your room she quickly grabbed the pack of gum that was on your dresser.

“Kiara! That’s mine, i told you to buy some last week!”

“Well now it’s mine! Let’s go!” she screamed from her room and ran downstairs, you stayed in your room for a sec taking a deep breath.

“Lord, give me patience.” you whispered while your eyes were closed and your head tilted to the ceiling. You grabbed your bag and sunglasses making your way to your bedroom door. You closed and then saw that Kiara’s was still open so, as the good sister you are, you closed it for her.

When you made it outside to the driveway JJ was standing outside of the van, playing with his lighter. He looked up at you and smiled, giving you a wink. You blushed and looked at the floor, taking a piece of hair away from your face and behind your ear.

“Never thought you’d show up.” JJ chuckled putting his lighter in his pocket.

“Well it was all Kiara’s fault, she didn’t help... at all!” you screamed at her making her roll her eyes while taking a hit from her blunt.

“Can we stop at a gas station?....or a supermarket or something? Kie took my gum and i need to buy a new pack.” you whispered to JJ who was inhaling from his juul.

“We have to stop somewhere anyways.. we need beer.”

“Perfect, let’s go.” you got into the van and let out a yelp feeling a sting on your butt cheek. You looked over your shoulder and saw JJ covering his mouth subtilely while he laughed. You sat on the seat looking at everyone, saying hi and receiving many ‘good mornings’ while JJ closed the van door. Being the first ones on the beach had many incredible advantages. You guys had an incredible spot under a great tree and morning waves were the best waves of the day. Last but certainly not the least, the best part, there were no kooks or tourons around which is completely heaven for you guys.

“She really gonna put her stuff there?” you muttered to JJ while looking at your sister place her things under a particularly dangerous zone.

“Looks like she wants to get pigeon poop on her head today.” he laughed and continued walking with the cooler filled with ice and beers while you carried the bags with the food. The boys all went surfing while Sarah, Kie and you stayed behind catching some sunshine before going into the water.

“Now that the guys are gone.. i can finally talk about this, am i the only one that noticed JJ looking at Y/N like she was a piece of meat?” Sarah said while sitting up on her towel, turning to you and Kie.

“I was dying to talk about this! Y/N/N please tell me you noticed?” Kie smiled grabbing the fruit salad bowl from the cooler.

“I didn’t notice.. i genuinely didn’t see him.” you shrugged and looked out at the water finding the boys by the color of their swimsuits.

“He was literally eye fucking you.” Sarah laughed pulling her sunglasses out of her hair. Kie nodded while eating a apple slice making your cheeks turn red. You kept staring at him surf for a while not really believing what the girls have told you.

After a couple of hours at the beach, you all returned to the Chateau and got on the HMS yo go swim on the marsh until sunset. Everyone was swimming and drinking in the water while you were on the boat taking a small break. Tiredness took over you all of the sudden, you pulled your knees to your chest and hugged your legs.

“Hey, you okay?” JJ asked, grunting as he sat down next to you. You nodded smiling while looking into his blue eyes. He smiled too and let out a deep breath.

“Can i ask you something?” you whispered fidgeting with your fingers while staring out to the marsh, avoiding eyes contact with the pogue. He nodded and you looked down at your knees noticing small freckles on them cause of all the sun you take.

“Were you looking at me? on the way here?” he looked at you with wide eyes and ran his hand through his hair getting extremely nervous.

“How d-did you know?” he stuttered while his cheeks got red and his eyes got shiny. Your breath got caught up at your throat making you cough a bit, chocking one your beer.

“Umm.. the girls told me... i- i hadn’t notice.” you stuttered out looking at him watching him chuckle.

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah... it’s- um.. it’s completely okay, i-i just thought you wouldn’t like me like that.” you said laughing nervously and then biting your lip.

“What’s not to like about you?” he whispered looking down at his beer and then looking up at you. Both of your eyes had little twinkle in them like you were seeing the most beautiful thing on Earth. JJ started leaning in slowly which caused you to automatically lean in too. Your lips were about to to touch when the pogues climbed into the boat, laughing over something related to John B’s swim trunks.

The boat ride home was a bit quiet. Everyone was tired and Kie had fallen asleep on your lap while you played her hair. The Carrera residence dock was getting closer so you softly nudged your sister, shaking her a bit till she woke up and rubbed her eyes.

“We’re home bub.” you whispered, rubbing your thumb over cheek making her smile and then yawn. The boat came to a stop and Kie stood up, saying goodbye to everyone while stepping out of it. You were right behind her when you felt JJ grab your wrist making you turn to him.

“Would you... ummm.. like to... go..out... like on a date?” he stuttered scratching the back of his neck while his cheeks got red. You smile widely and nodded, then leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll text you okay?” he nodded and smiled, then your turned around walking down the dock. Kie was waiting for you in the middle, you jogged to her and wrapped your arm around her waist while her went around your neck. You both made your way to the house, feeling tired from everything you did during the day. You couldn’t stop smiling, thinking about JJ just made butterflies come to live in your stomach and that’s a feeling you’ve always to have.

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[leelysian]

Changbin as your older brother AU 💖✨

genre: fluff, bullet point fic

word count: 2.3k

warnings: swearing

Disclaimer: I do not personally know Changbin. This work is purely fiction and my own idea. I took inspiration from his on screen persona. Please do not translate or re-upload my work.

A/N: hi :) Sorry if this is kinda bad. I’m running out of ideas for this series(?). It’s really hard to write these aus for the members when there’s limited knowledge about them and when you’re trying to make everything seem different without making it seem like they’re all one dimensional and cut from the same cloth. Thank you to everyone who has been reading these older brother aus and thank you for being patient. Please leave some feedback, it really keeps me going. ❤️

☆ Let’s start with you as babies.

☆ Changbin would for sure as kiddy questions like “How did the baby get inside mummy’s tummy?” “When will baby come out?” “How does baby poop?”

☆ Your parents either answered him vaguely or somehow dodged his questions.

☆ Would sleep in your parents bedroom close to your mum to protect her baby bump.

☆ Would be hella excited to feel you kick in your mum’s tummy.

☆ Would say cute things to the baby bump. “Come out quickly baby I can’t wait to play with you.” “We can play with *insert favourite toy* together.” “We’re going to have a lot of fun together.” I am close to tears

☆ Doesn’t care about the gender.

☆ When you were born, he was extremely excited to see you but little Binnie patiently waited till your parents had their moment first until they ushered him to the hospital bed.

☆ He was wide eyed as he held you as if scared to hurt you. He smiled when he stroked your cheek with a finger and smiled wider when you grabbed onto his finger.

☆ CUDDLES, CUDDLES AAAAAAAND MORE CUDDLES

☆ Tried to help your parents take care of you but most of the time failed.

☆ *tries to put pants on you* *gets kicked in the face instead*

☆ The only thing he could properly do was cuddle you as he fed you a bottle and somehow you ate properly if he was the one feeding you when you were being fussy.

☆ *you two fall asleep while he’s holding you*

☆ Adoring/curious stares.

☆ Fed you a bit of lemon for jokes when you were starting to grow teeth and had the time of his fricking life when he saw your reaction.

☆ I’m talking the kind of laughs he does with his whole body.

☆ Helped you learn how to walk patiently. Just laughed when you fell on your butt.

☆ Taught you how to high 5 at a very young age.

☆ You talked to him a lot. Not like he understood what you said because it was mostly babbling but it was fun for both of you.

☆ You broke a lot of his toys. He’d get upset until he got new ones.

☆ The one toy he never shared with you was Gyu, his plushie.

☆ Fast forward you’re older and know how to walk and talk coherently, Changbin is a kid.

☆ Changbin wants cookies but they’re on the top shelf and your mum purposefully put them there so neither of you could reach.

☆ “Changbin what are you doing?” 

☆ Changbin: 👀

☆”I’m gonna tell mum~”

☆ “NO DON’T. If you help me, I’ll give you a cookie then you have to promise me you won’t tell mum.”

☆ Your smart ass contemplated for a few seconds before you agreed, “Ok what do we do?”

☆ “If I lift you up can you grab the jar? Don’t drop it.”

☆ “Yes.”

☆ Somehow both of you managed to retrieve the jar unscathed. Why none of you thought to grab a chair and do it, I don’t know.

☆ One cookie turned to two then three until the jar was half empty and your dad caught you. 

☆ Everyone except you two with crumbs around your mouths in the room:️  

👁️👄👁️

☆ Your dad walked in with brooding eyes. He grabbed a cookie and started eating quietly, “It’s a secret.”

☆ All three of you smiled happily and continued munching on the cookies.

☆ Until a while later your mum walked in and gasped, “YOU ATE ALL THE COOKIES?! *insert dad’s name* YOU WERE IN ON THIS TOO!”

☆ The three of you gulped nervously until you said, “No mum look! We saved a few for you!” The three of you smile innocently.

☆ Your mum sighed and smiled exasperatedly. “This is the last time.” A chorus of agreement sang throughout the room yet nobody meant a single word.

☆ Most of the time you two were hyperactive and played around so much you’d be knocked out cold by the time it was around 9 pm. 

☆ Your parents had to lug you to your shared room.

☆ You two played tag a lot, he was really fast so you’d always get tagged very quickly.

☆ HIDE AND SEEK

☆ Running. So much running. You’re the hyper kids.

☆ Rock paper scissors. Winner flicks the loser’s forehead. Changbin always took the penalty but never really doled it out on you, if he did it wasn’t too hard. 

☆ Races. “LAST ONE IS A ROTTEN EGG!” 

☆ Changbin could easily win, but sometimes he slowed down purposefully to let you win for a change.

☆ Giggles. Giggles everywhere. Giggles all the time.

☆ Pillow forts in your room. 

☆ Tickle fights.

☆ Cuddling together while watching cartoons.

☆ You thought he was cool.

☆ He liked you thinking so highly of him.

☆ Made him want to be even cooler for you.

☆ He’d ruffle your hair playfully.

☆ He’d pinch your nose. “AAAAHHH”

☆ He’d pull your hair.

☆ PIGGY BACK RIDES!!!!!!!!!

☆ Such a joker. It was harmless fun.

☆ Once you doodled on his school notes. He got mad and stopped talking to you.

☆ He rarely got angry at you, sure you two bickered sometimes and sometimes got whiny at each other.

☆ You apologised with a treat you got, instead of eating it by yourself, you gave it to him as a peace offering. 

☆ He didn’t eat it himself, he shared. “It’s okay just don’t do it again. These are important. You’ll know when you get older.”

☆ “Ok. I’m sorry.”

☆ Things became alright again.

☆ Fast forward you’re tweens/teens/young adults.

☆ The dynamic is wild.

☆ You two would always goof around like idiots.

☆ Changbin annoyed you a lot.

☆ “Y/N look over there!” you’re stuck in visible confusion. *smacks your head and runs* 

☆ “CHANGBIN!”

☆ You’re eating chips. “Y/n what’s that?” “What’s what?” *steals bag* 

☆ “When are you gonna stop tricking me?”

☆ “When are you gonna stop falling for that?” 

☆ You get pissed.

☆ Then it escalates into a wrestling match until ultimately you get hurt and start nearly crying in pain.

☆ “FUCK! SHIT SHIT SHIT I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY HERE YOU CAN HIT ME BACK. PLEASE DON’T TELL MUM! PLEASE STOP CRYING!” 

☆ You’re watching tv peacefully. Changbin walks in with a nerf gun/water gun. “REACH FOR THE SKY!”

☆ The living room turns into a warzone or a set for mission impossible.

☆ You ‘borrow’ his clothes. “Y/N STOP STEALING MY SHIT!”

☆ He ‘borrows’ your charger. “GET YOUR OWN CHARGER CHANGBIN!”

☆ He casually strolls into the living room, sits next to you with feet propped up on the table, snatches the remote when you’re not looking and changes the channel. 

☆ “HEY I WAS WATCHING THAT!”

☆ “Well too bad. I don’t wanna watch it.”

☆ “GIMME THE REMOTE!” “No :}”

☆ Another wrestling match for the remote.

☆ You hide his glasses. Basically keep them with you.

☆ “Hey y/n have you seen my glasses?” “Nope.”

☆ He looks EVERYWHERE. 

☆ You keep them on top of the tv when he’s away. “Hey Changbin found it on the tv.”

☆ “That’s weird I don’t remember putting them there. The heck?”

☆ “Maybe you’re just losing your mind. Already becoming an oldie?”

☆ “I may be old but I can still kick your ass.”

☆ You’re the younger sibling that either grows up to the same height as him quicker or grows taller than him somehow.

☆ He hates it. You thrive on it. “Hehe shortie. Can you even reach?”

☆ So he started working out to tone up.

☆ You’re barely able to lift a heavy box. He picks it up with ease. “Do you even lift?”

☆ He’s washing the dishes. You leave your dish for him and sneak out. “Y/N! I SWEAR-”

☆ You have a lit music taste because of him. 

☆ You’re sleeping, he’s up early. You need to go to school. Instead of waking you up like a normal person, he pulls the blankets completely off of you and tackles you. “Y/N WAKE UP!”

☆ “CHANGBIN YOU CRAZY BASTARD! DO YOU WANNA DIE?!”

☆ You two are eating. He’ll finish eating seemingly at the speed of light and stare at you eating. “I’m not sharing.”

☆ “I didn’t say anything.”

☆ awkward silence

☆ You pass your food to him. “You owe me, pabbit (pig + rabbit)”

☆ Both of you forget about it later on.

☆ He’s hella clumsy.

☆ He’d definitely break a glass or plate or vase.

☆ He’s the type to fix something just enough to make it seem not broken so the next person who uses it would think they broke it.

☆ Anything to not get his ass handed to him by mummy dearest.

☆ You do this thing to annoy him which is basically mock/copy him when he tells you something. 

☆ “Hey you know-” “Hey you know-” “you know that-” “you know that-” this continues a few more times until he screams and tackles you.

☆ You did this thing where you literally jumped on his back when he was unaware and you'd stick to him. The scream was worth bursting your eardrums. Worked every time.

☆ He was built he could carry you.

☆ Another thing is copying his actions.

☆ He yawns, you yawn. He scratches his nose, you copy. He stretches, you stretch. He shifts, you copy. 

☆ “STOP COPYING ME!” “Stop copying me” “I said STOP COPYING ME!” “I said stop copying me!”

☆ “I hate you.” “I love you too bro.”

☆ His friends like you and a lot of times you hang out with him and his friends.

☆ He wears the weirdest stuff just for shits and giggles.

☆ “Hey y/n.” “What?” you look at him and burst out laughing.

☆ Where he got a shark head mask, you had no idea. You had tears running down your face as he started to sing and sexy dance to baby shark.

☆ “STOP I’M GONNA PEE!”

☆ You two say the darndest things.

☆ “I just realised- if vampires can’t go out in the sunlight then wouldn’t the moonlight kill them too?

☆ “How?”

☆ “Moonlight is just the sunlight shining from behind the moon dumbass.”

☆ “Oh shit you’re right.”

☆ Another example of this would be:

☆ “The hospital is the only place you leave without entering.”

☆ Both of you:  👁️👄👁️

☆ You’re eating watermelon. You bite some of the white bit.

☆ “I just realised the worst part of the watermelon tastes like a cucumber.”

☆ awkward silence “wait you’re right.”

☆ “Anyways, here you can wash the plates.”

☆ “Y/N!”

☆ AEGYO FLUFFY GOODNESS

☆ Will use everything in his cuteness arsenal to get what he wants.

☆ You hate to admit it actually works sometimes.

☆ “Y/n~ pleeeaaaseee get me some cookies.”

☆ “No.”

☆ He keeps whining and rocking or shaking you. “PLEEEEAAAAAASEEE”

☆ “FINE!”

☆ Who’s really the older sibling and who’s really the younger sibling?

☆ “You know you could’ve just gotten them yourself with the time it took you to annoy me into getting them for you?”

☆ He just smiles toothily. 

☆ “If you could choose between a giant me or 5 mini me’s which would you choose?”

☆ “Neither I’d rather die.”

☆ “Y/N! WHYYYYY” he whines and shakes you.

☆ He’s always there for you when you need him the most. He’ll always comfort you with tight hugs. 

☆ He’s the type of person to make silly jokes and make you smile or laugh to make you feel better instead of sort of brooding with you.

☆ This is only acceptable with him, if anyone else tried to be goofy when you were upset it wouldn’t work.

☆ Because it’s Changbin’s thing. Only he has that power.

☆ You rarely see him upset. He’s always smiling, joking around and acting cute.

☆ One time, really late at night you saw him in the kitchen sitting with a glass of milk. He hadn’t noticed you. 

☆ This was off putting because you rarely saw him this quiet. He’s always laughing and loud.

☆ He was staring off in the distance, the glass gathering condensation from being out of the fridge and into warm temperature.

☆ “Can’t sleep?” He was startled and shook his head no. “What’s on your mind?”

☆ “It’s nothing.” You sat with a glass of water. “You know you can tell me, right?”

☆ “I know I just don’t wanna bother you.” he said and this confused you. “Why would you be bothering me? That’s absurd.”

☆ He shrugged, “I dunno, seems like all I do is annoy people these days.”

☆ You pat his back. “Hey, that’s not true. Well it only applies to me because you’re my sibling. That’s a thing. Is there anything specific you’re talking about?”

☆ He stays quiet for what seems like the longest time until he unloads. 

☆ You’re not good with words like he is. You try your best to listen and give sensible input. 

☆ Changbin admired that about you. Despite being younger, you were sometimes mature and understanding. You were authentic, you never tried to be something you weren’t.

☆ Which is why he always valued your words. 

☆ Afterwards if he had anything on his mind, sometimes he’d vent to you.

☆ You the ability to make his insecurities disappear simply because he feels stupid for the way he thinks when he talks to you. 

☆ You make his problems miniscule, not in a belittling way but in a way that makes him realise how things could be different or done differently.

☆ Your sense of perception was something amazing.

☆ This is why Changbin believed you were the best sibling he could ask for.

☆ But little did he know, you wouldn’t be able to function properly if he wasn’t the goofy, silly, clumsy, idiotic Changbin who exists today.

☆ He’s just the right type of flavour you need in your bland life.

☆ don’t be shy put some more.

☆ He’s the right balance of a clown, a baby and a guardian angel.

☆ He’s extremely caring, loyal, kind hearted and annoying.

☆ You’d change absolutely nothing.

[captain-josslett]

Broken Melody - Part Four

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven,

Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?

Words: 3.3k+

Warnings: None... yet... There is one more fic before the poop hits the fan

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor (Eventual)

This Part: It’s Christmas day!

As always B!D is named.

Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated.

Taglist: @thewitchandtheassassin , @natasha-danvers , @life-is-hella-unfair , @finleyfray​, @supergirl-writingz​

Emma Danvers is sleeping peacefully on Christmas morning. She’s in such a deep sleep that she doesn’t hear her bedroom door open and the patter of three pairs of feet.

Emma wakes with a start when both her sisters and Lena jump onto her and yell “MERRY CHRISTMAS!!”

“What the fuc… fudge?!” Emma screams and laughs as Kara keeps bouncing on her bed. Alex curls around her side like a koala bear and holds her close. Lena sits on the end of the bed and smiles brightly at Emma.

“Morning.” Alex murmurs and kisses Emma’s head.

“Morning.” Emma replies and snuggles into Alex’s arms, ready to go back to sleep.

“No! No sleep!” Kara yells straddling Emma’s stomach and starting to tickle the other blonde. Lena quickly moves out of the way, not wanting to get kicked by Emma’s flailing limbs.

“Kara! I need to pee!” Emma laughs and frantically tries to move away from her sister.

“Fine!” Kara huffs and floats off Emma, who scurries out of the bed but pauses when she sees Lena.

“Hi.” Emma smiles shyly at the raven haired beauty.

“I thought you needed the toilet?” Alex interrupts with raised eyebrows and Emma quickly races into the bathroom. Mainly to hide her blush.

“What’s going on in here?” Eliza appears in the bedroom doorway, all showered and dressed. A few days after the concert Emma had insisted Eliza leave the hotel and come stay in her spare room. And honestly, Emma enjoyed having her Mom around.

“Just saying Merry Christmas.” Kara smiles brightly.

“Scaring me to death more like.” Emma says yawning as she exits her en-suite.

“Aw my poor baby.” Eliza holds out her arm and Emma immediately goes into the hug. Alex giggles before following Emma and joining the hug. Kara barrels into them, wrapping her arms around her family.  Eliza looks over at the CEO, who was awkwardly staring down her feet. “Come on Lena!”

Lena’s head snaps up at hearing her name and when Eliza motions for her to join the hug, Lena bites her lips.

“We won’t move from here until you do.” Eliza warns.

“And believe me, she means it.” Alex laughs into her Mom’s shoulder.

Emma lifts her head and holds out an arm. Lena slowly moves forward and when she’s within reach Emma wraps her arm around her, pulling her into the group hug.

It had taken the Danvers a lot of convincing to get Lena to join them on Christmas day after she accidentally let it slip she’d be spending it alone. But Emma and Kara wouldn’t take no for an answer and Lena was touched that the Danvers cared so much.

“Merry Christmas.” Eliza kisses her daughter’s and Lena’s head.

“Merry Christmas Mom.” Emma yawns again and buries her head in Alex’s neck.

“Emma…” Eliza says stepping away and looking at her youngest. Who tenses slightly at her Mom’s stern tone. Lena wants to laugh when she feels Emma hold onto her more.

“Oh someones in trouble.” Alex whispers.

“Emma. Look at me.” Eliza orders and Emma complies. “What time did you go to bed last night after I said goodnight to you?”

“Erm…”

“Better tell the truth peanut.” Alex says quietly.

“4?” Emma says sheepishly.

“Emma!” Both Eliza and Kara yell. Kara steps out of the hug looking outraged.

“I’m sorry! I was getting ready for bed but then an idea for a song came and I couldn’t get it out of my head!” Emma buries her head back into Alex’s neck, who chuckles softly and rubs her hand over Emma’s back.

“Well don’t complain to me that you feel tired later today.” Eliza scoffs before leaving the room, Kara following behind her.

“I didn’t mean to.” Emma mumbles softly.

“I know peanut.” Alex pulls Emma away from her and holds the blonde’s shoulders. “How bout you have a nice shower to wake yourself up? Mom will hopefully have cooled down by then. You know how hot tempered us Danvers girls can be!”

“Don’t I know it!” Emma laughs before turning to her crush. “Merry Christmas Lee.”

“Merry Christmas Em.” Lena says shyly.

“Emma. Shower. Now.” Agent Danvers orders, causing Emma to roll her eyes at Lena who lets out a snort. Emma grins at her before heading back into her en-suite.

Alex sighs, hoping the plan she and Kelly have come up with to get Emma and Lena together will work. She follows Lena into Emma’s big, open planned apartment. Making sure to shut Emma’s bedroom door behind her.

Fairy lights and decorations were expertly placed around the apartment and it warmed Alex’s heart to see the effort Emma went into making her home a wonderful setting for them to spend Christmas. The two women approach Eliza and Kara who are preparing to cook the Christmas meal.

“Honestly your sister!” Eliza huffs and Alex can’t help but smile slightly.

“She’s under a lot of pressure at the moment.” Alex says while sitting on a stool by the island. Quickly grabbing a piece of raw carrot that Kara had chopped and giving her sister a look when Kara holds the knife up threateningly.

“Do you need me to do anything?” Lena asks looking over the mass of food.

“No thank you Lena. You sit with Alex and relax.” Eliza says kindly.

Lena does and fiddles with her hands. Not used to not being needed or doing something.

“What did you mean Alex?” Kara frowns as she turns her attention back to the redhead. “That Emma is under a lot of pressure?”

“Don’t tell her I told you this.” Alex looks over at Emma’s closed door. “Her record label is really pushing her to release a solo album soon after the tour ends.”

“Why?” Eliza’s eyes are wide. Knowing how exhausted Emma gets after her tours as she pours her all into them.

“The success from the concert.” Alex grabs another piece of carrot and Kara glares at her.

The concert had ended a week ago and was already considered one of the best out there.

“Videos have already been uploaded to Youtube and people are going mad for Emma’s new sound. That’s why there was suddenly a live album of the show.” Alex explains, narrowly missing Kara’s knife when she takes another piece of carrot.

“I’m glad they did, I can’t stop listening to it.” And Lena wasn’t lying. Whenever the CEO had a free moment she’d be watching Youtube clips of the concert over and over again. Transfixed by Emma’s beauty and talent.

“Me too! Hasn’t that gone to number 21 or something?” Kara asks, finally giving up on trying to stop Alex from taking anymore carrots.

“I’ll have a look.” Alex says as she crunches the carrot. She opens her phone and looks at what's trending in the music charts. Her eyes go wide and she freezes.

“Alex?” Eliza tilts her head at her stilled daughter.

“It’s number 1.” Alex whispers out causing the other women around the island to freeze.

“Well! That ice cold shower made me feel so much better!” Emma walks out of her bedroom in a red skater dress and her hair plaited to the side. She goes over to the island and leans against it and then looks at the women around it. Instantly she straightens up at how wide eyed Lena, her Mom and sister are. “What’s wrong?”

Kara immediately gets her phone and starts a live video to get Emma’s reaction. Causing the other blonde to give her a puzzled look. Alex then holds out her phone to Emma who looks down at it. When she reads what's on the scream her hazel green eyes go wide and her mouth drops open.

“Oh… My… WHAT?!” Emma yells and Alex leaps to her feet pulling Emma into a bone crushing hug. They jump up and down yelling in excitement. Kara hands Eliza her phone to keep recording and joins in. Lena smiles happily at the sisters and wipes her tears away.

Emma looks at the phone in her Mom’s hand and knows she wants to say something. “Okay… So… Wow…” She lifts a hand to her forehead, trying to think of what to say. “Thank you, this truly means the world to me and is one of the best Christmas presents I’ve ever had. Thank you and I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas.” Emma blows a kiss to the camera and Eliza stops the video.

Emma then blows out her breath and looks at Alex’s phone again. The two sister’s look over her shoulder with identical grins on their faces. Emma’s expression is of disbelief and joy. Lena picks her phone up and takes a photo, wanting to remember this achievement in Emma’s life and knowing there will be many, many more.

-- -- --

A few hours later, after the Christmas banquet, the women had made their way over to Emma’s sofas.

“I don’t think I can eat another bite.” Emma sighs happily while laying partly on the sofa. Her legs hanging over the side and her head is resting on Lena’s lap.

“Speak for yourself!” Kara laughs and wonders if she can go back for thirds.

“No Kara, save some for later.” Eliza says as if able to read her mind, while she combs her fingers through Alex’s hair.

“Oooookay.” Kara grumbles. “So, when are we opening presents?”

“Soon.” Emma says softly, ready to go into a food coma and sleep for a few hours.

“Ah come on!” Kara whines.

“Fine, fine, fine.” Emma swings her legs round and sits up. Missing the sad look Lena gives her as she moves away.

“Yay!” Kara zooms over to the Christmas tree ready to hand out the gifts. A lot of “awwww”s and “thank you”s sound around the apartment as the presents are opened. Finally only a few are left.

“Kara, can you grab the four square presents behind the tree?” Emma asks and points to them.

“These?” Kara holds them up and reads the label.

“Yea.” Emma smiles shyly as Kara passes them out to Eliza, Alex, Lena and takes the one addressed to her. Emma does like buying gifts and spending money on those she loves. But Emma finds more joy in making something, though it always terrifies her that what she paints may not be liked.

“Shall we open them together?” Alex asks, fingers already pulling a corner of the tape away.

“I guess.” Emma shrugs, her eyes darting to everyone around her.

“No, let’s open it one at a time.” Kara interrupts. “I mean, unless they are the same?”

Emma shrugs again and settles into the sofa.

“I’ll go first.” Alex says while tearing the paper off. “Oh wow.” Alex breathes out and runs her hand over the painting. “Em, this is… wow.”

“What is it?” Kara asks, wanting to see. Alex turns the painting around and Kara recognises it as a view on one of their favourite hiking trails in Midvale. “Wow.”

“Mom, you go next.” Emma says while grabbing a cushion and placing it on her lap. Something she does when she's nervous. She watches her Mom open hers and is relieved when Eliza smiles.

“Emma, this is beautiful.” The painting was of the backs of Alex, Kara, Eliza and Emma with their arms around each other looking out to the lake near their home.

Kara looks down at her wrapped painting. “Can I go next?”

“Sure.” Emma smiles and bites her lip as she watches Kara rip into the paper.

“Oh Em!” Tears pool into Kara’s eyes and Emma’s heart drops.

“What is it?” Lena asks curiously, wanting to see what made her best friend tear up.

“Krypton.” Kara's voice cracks as she looks over the details. Tears fall down her face as she takes it all in. “How… How did you get it so perfectly?”

“I may have asked Clark to copy some slides from the Fortress of Solitude.” Emma says sheepishly, hoping she hasn’t crossed a line. “I mean I did have an idea of what to do, with how much you talked about Krypton, but I wanted to get it perfect for you."

“It is perfect.” Kara gulps and Superspeeds over to the baby sister. Pulling her into a tight hug. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Emma says softly as she rubs Kara’s back. She moves so Kara can sit next to her, making Emma move closer to Lena.

“Now Lena’s turn!” Kara says happily as she wipes her eyes. Careful not to smudge her makeup.

Alex watches Emma carefully as her sister stiffens slightly and the worry rolls off the blonde.

Lena looks down at the gift and carefully unwraps it. She gasps when the painting is revealed.

“Do you like it?” Emma asks hesitantly.

The painting was of their time at the beach in the summer. Where they were having lunch and Lena had thrown her head back laughing at a joke someone had said. Emma had perfectly captured the joy on Lena’s face and the colours of the white sand and the turquoise sea in the background.

“I love it.” Lena says softly. Her eyes darting over the painting, taking it all in.

Emma lets out a sigh of relief and settles back into the sofa. But Lena gently places the painting on the coffee table in front of her and pulls Emma into a hug. The other Danvers women look down at the painting. They ooo and ahh at it.

“Thank you. It’s the best present I’ve ever had.” Lena whispers into Emma’s ear and feels Emma’s smile widen.

“I’m glad you like it.” Emma pulls away slightly to look into Lena’s green eyes. “It’s how I see you.”

Alex watches the two and holds her breath. ‘Kiss!’  Her mind yells and slowly Lena and Emma lean towards each other.

BUZZZZ

Alex could scream at the intercom as it breaks the spell between the two women. They shyly smile at each other and Emma scoots away. Kara flies over to answer and lets whoever is on the other end up to the apartment.

Soon all the Superfriends are gathered in Emma’s apartment and are mingling around in groups.

“So, wait…” Sam holds her hand up as Alex tries to explain what happened earlier. “They almost kissed, but then your brother stops them by pressing the intercom button.”

“James always had perfect timing.” Kelly says sarcastically as she sips her drink.

“They were so close, literally I was ready to release a party popper!” Alex huffs and looks over at Emma, who is gazing longingly at Lena across the room. “Oh Rao… Look at Emma.” Alex whispers to the two other women. They follow Alex’s eye line and sigh.

“Seriously! We cannot let them leave here without kissing! That’s it! I’m putting my foot down!” Sam whispers to Kelly and Alex. Not realising Kara had overhead and was choking on her drink. Causing Lena to pat her back in concern.

“Better?” Lena asks as Kara regains her breath.

“Y-yea. Woo that went the wrong way. Won’t be doing that again!” Kara says a bit too happily and backs away from her best friend before zooming off to Alex. Noticing how Emma immediately makes her way over to Lena. The two falling into a quiet conversation.

“You okay Kara?” Alex asks with a raised eyebrow.

“How long?”

“How long what?” Alex asks back confused.

“How long has my best friend and our baby sister… You know.” Kara waves her hands around.

“You really didn’t know?” Kelly asks, surprised.

“No!” Kara yells loudly causing a few Superfriends to look over at the group.

“I told you she is completely oblivious.” Alex smirks into her drink.

“Not all of the time!”

“Most of the time.” Alex counters. “So are you going to help us get Emma and Lena together?”

Kara thinks for a second. “What do you have planned?”

After filling Kara in, the plan is set in motion and Alex just waits for the right opportunity. Kara is on standby with the mistletoe and when the time is right she’s going to Superspeed it above the two women.

Currently Emma is talking to Nia and Lena is looking over some designs Brainy has come up with. The two not being able to stay away from work long enough.

“What you looking at Lena?” Sam looks over her friend's shoulder.

“Oh, schematics of a serum Brainy and I have been trailing. It’s designed to help heal a person’s wounds quicker.”

“Wow.” Sam blinks as her mind tries to compute with the possibility.

“Yea.” Lena smiles at the brunette. “It’s still the early stages… But, I think we have a shot at this.”

“Brainy, could you tell me a bit more about it?” Sam tilts her head, looking intrigued.

“Of course.” Brainy takes the tablet from Lena’s hands and starts talking Sam through it in more detail. Sam doesn’t understand most of it but nods her head anyway.

Lena moves away from the two and looks around the room. This has truly been one of the best Christmases she’s had in a very long time. To be a part of the Danvers experience, to be with people who cared and loved her, warms Lena’s heart.

She subconsciously looks for Emma and finds her standing alone by her wooden upright piano. Her finger lightly pressing the keys as she plays out a melody in her head. Kelly spots Lena looking and leads Nia away, both talking animatedly. 

Lena bites her lip and makes her way over to the blonde.

“Hi.” Lena says shyly and Emma lifts her head.

“Hi.” Emma says shyly back and smiles warmly.

“Have you enjoyed today?” Lena asks, leaning against the piano.

“Yea I have. How about you? It hasn’t been too overwhelming being with us all day?”

Lena laughs loudly. “No, it’s been wonderful.”

“I’m glad.” Emma tilts her head and bites her lip. “I er… Actually have something else for you.” Emma reaches into her dress pocket and pulls out a little box.

“Oh Em! You already got me so much!” Lena says wide eyed as Emma hands her the box.

“Yea but I saw this in Ireland and thought of you.” Emma watches as Lena carefully opens the box.

“Em.” Lena gasps out and tears fill her eyes. “It’s beautiful.” Inside the box was a delicate Celtic knot with a genuine emerald in the middle. Lena’s Mam always wore a necklace like it when she was alive. “You remembered?”

“Of course. You always speak so fondly of your Mam and Ireland, so I wanted to find something for you while I was there.”

“Thank you.” Lena says feeling truly touched that Emma would take the time to look for a gift on her busy tour. “Can you help me put it on?”

Emma nods and takes the necklace out of the box. Lena turns around and Emma fastens the clasp.

Movement above them makes Lena look up. “Oh.”

“What?” Emma asks as Lena turns to face her.

“Mistletoe.”

Emma looks up and sure enough there's mistletoe above them. She frowns slightly. ‘I didn’t place that there…’ Emma thinks before her gaze goes back to Lena, who is biting her lip.

For a moment Emma can’t breath. She’d be lying if she says she didn’t want to kiss Lena right now.

“Would be bad luck not too.” Lena says quietly, tilting towards the blonde.

“Is that so?” Emma leans towards the raven haired beauty.

They linger and Emma doesn’t miss the way Lena’s eyes look down at her lips and back up to her eyes.

Finally they both close the gap between them and their lips connect.

Fireworks explode and they deepen the kiss.

Suddenly a noise makes them pull back and look towards James who is staring at them in disbelief.

Emma doesn’t miss the look of outrage on Alex’s face towards James. How Kelly and Sam both hold her back. She chuckles slightly and focuses on Lena. They both smile at each other.

‘Best Christmas ever.’ Emma thinks happily.

(Part Five)