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[dollene]

rod, when noellene kisses him be like

[miutonium]

Hi Asuka! 7, 15, 16 and 18 for the gush game please? 👉🏾👈🏾 👀

Hi Tobie!!! I hope you're having a good day :3 💗

7. Gush about how kissable your f/o is!

I actually dk what this means lol so Im just gonna assume how much I want to kiss him which is A LOT like oh god even after years whenever I see him I just want to squish his stupid rectangle face and give him a lot of kissies and leave lipstick mark on his face and stupid lab coat. I still dont really find him to be handsome but more like a cute loveable silly dork and ahh whenever I see his stupid face on screen I point at the screen and tell everyone in 50m radius around me that he is my bofren and I want to kiss him. Y'know that one Maison Margiela Kiss shirt? That was actually inspired by me wanting to kiss Utonium this is actually a fact $100% real I am an industry plant a nepobaby lara cosima who???? purrrrrr

15. Gush about your F/O’s love language!

I already answered it here but I want to elaborate more on him being attentive

Putting aside the aspect of him being a dad, I really do believe that if he's a lover he'll be paying attention about everything even when it wasn't wanted or expected like I see him as the kind of person that would lift or tuck Chloe's hair strand if it got caught into a hoodie that she's wearing or remembers what kind of pasta she prefer the most if he goes grocery shopping (its penne btw). He notice every little detail about the people he loves to the point if he notices something's off he'll ask if everything's alright.

People dont care about me a lot irl and like I always be the one that gives but never be the one who takes so like whenever I think of him doing all those things for Chloe it just makes me feel better whenever im sad 🤧🤧🤧

16. Gush about your F/O’s cuddles!

He gives out the best hugs and like I love it whenever there's scenes of him just holding and hugging the girls so like I don't have doubts on this man's ability to cuddle. Lately I've been fantasizing about him sinking down lazily on the couch watching some old movie on TV while one of his arm wraps around a sleeping Chloe and his hand pats her slowly and soothingly. These days whenever I think of them doing this I don't really have the same heart clenching blood rushing to cheek reaction like I was a year ago but like whenever I think of them like this it just kinda gives me comfort. It kinda reminds me of marriage when you just get used to the same routine but when I dont think of them I started to miss them a lot lol

18. Free gush pass!

The other day I was watching this episode of PPG in S5 where they have to babysit the talking dog and like out of all things I would focus on (like excuse me he is shirtless with a tattoo on???) I keep repeating the very brief part of him asking if Bubbles has a good night sleep while patting her hair like wAGHSGSJSJAKAJQK he was so soft so gentle I WANT HIM I NEED HIM WKSHSOSIQPAOAIWLA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💗

[deaths]

the date (part 1 of 2 maybe 3)

content warning: alcohol, single mention of vomit, kissy kissy smoochy smoochy, himeno

Rio sat on the only place in his mostly unfurnished apartment allowed him, his bed. He played with his nails to try to act like the time wasn’t moving painfully slow. 4:45pm, their date was set for 5pm. Aki lived in the same apartment complex, so there wasn’t a reason for him to be late. How the fuck did a small crush on a coworker turn into this mess? Rio thought to himself, staring at his combat boots.

It had moved so slow, yet it happened so quickly. Rio had disliked Aki for his comment on how he didn’t wear the uniform assigned to him correctly, then neither of them talked much, unless it was for work reasons. Rio remembered his damn suit jacket he let him borrow. It was all on a spiral after that. Aki had invited Rio to everything, and anything work related. Bimonthly work drinking parties became more often, leading to a lot of uncomfortable interactions.

Himeno had one arm over Rio, Himeno had pulled Rio aside from the party, both standing outside in the cold night air. She was a fucking wreck at this point. “Rio,” She slurred. “You have to bring Aki home tonight. Denji and Power took his keys, he’s a damn wreck. You’re sober enough.”

“I’ll just ring the doorbell; we live in the same apartment complex after all.”

Himeno playfully hit Rio’s back. “No, no, no. Listen,” she said, trying to act more sober than she was. “Your apartment. Let him crash. He would want nothing more.” Rio stared at her, not fully understanding what she was even trying to imply.

But as the night dragged, Rio had bought Aki to his apartment. Laying him on the couch, placing a vomit bucket on the coffee table and a cup of water. This became common place anytime there was a work event with alcohol that Denji and Power would leave early, taking the house keys from a very drunk Aki, leaving Rio to watch over him. One night was a different story.

“I really,” Aki stumbled out. “Like you, more than coworkers and friends.” Aki said, propped up on the couch. He was a bright red, trying to maintain eye contact with Rio. “I want to kiss you, so, so bad. Fuck.”

Rio’s gut turned into butterflies, the feeling was now or never, and Rio took the jump. Slowly grabbing both sides of his face, leaning in for a kiss, Aki willingly allowing so. The kiss was small, light, and lasted for less than a second. But both now could do nothing more than stare at each other’s flustered faces. Seconds feeling like a lifetime. Neither noticing Rio’s hands slowly burning the sides of Aki’s face.

The two of you acted like nothing had happened, Aki had told others when they ask about the small burn marks on both of his cheeks that he had fallen on a stove top, twice. About a week of the normal pattern of not talking to each other unless needed, at a normal place the two of you have lunch at, Aki broke the silence.

“Available tomorrow at 5pm?” He said, avoiding eye contact and quickly shoving a gyoza in his mouth.

Rio raised a eyebrow at his question, stopping eating to stare at him for a moment. “Why?”

Aki finished the gyoza in his mouth. “Answer the question.”

Fuck, he was probably going to make you do overtime because he wants to do overtime, again. I can’t lie, he’s technically my authority. “Yeah, what’s up?” Half sighing.

Aki paused, thinking of what to say next. “I would like to,” He lets out a sigh. “Go to the movies with you. Buy you dinner instead of lunch for once.” Aki reached with his chop sticks to get another gyoza, hands visibly shaking.

“Oh,” Rio said staring at his hands. “Yeah, okay.” Without thinking much about it.

Now Rio was dressed up nicely, sitting on his bed, waiting for the doorbell to ring. At the time he wasn’t thinking much of it, but it dawned on him the day of that he was asked out, on a date, by Aki. He even struggled to find something nice to dress up in.

There was a soft knock on the main door. Rio slowly got up, staring at the door for a moment to not give the impression of desperation. Opening the door was a well dressed Aki, standing in a outfit foreign to Rio, it was more casual then his typical suit and tie. But he looked good in it. “Hey,” Rio spoke shyly, staring at his nice leather shoes.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Rio looked up, he was carrying a medium sized bouquet of red roses, wearing a expression of nervousness and a small smile.

“Oh, fuck,” Rio accidentally slipped out. “Of course, I don’t! Thank you so much.” He said grabbing the bouquet. Rio’s face grew hot, and the realization that not bursting into flames today was going to be difficult to say the least.

[hyuniepot]

the butterfly effect. || chapter one

chapter word count || 3,214

genre || thriller, angst, drama

members || mark lee, na jaemin, lee jeno, huang renjun, lee donghyuck, zhong chenle, park jisung

warnings || mentions of death, implications of depression

pairing || fem!reader x jaemin || slight fem!reader x mark

synopsis || you never thought you’d be able to play with fate so easily, especially not through some shady app. but you suddenly must say goodbye to what you know and hello to a new world where everything seems perfect.

a/n || reposting this chapter because tumblr made it glitch out for some reason ;-; praying everything works out this time!! as always, send me a message or an ask to be added to the taglist.

You used to be scared of butterflies.

You used to be scared of butterflies.

You used to be scared of butterflies.

Yes, the thought of it is silly, but you were. You didn’t like bugs at all, the pretty ones included. The thought of them crawling on your skin made you ill. But there was one thing you loved, and that was your friend, Mark. And unlike you, Mark loved butterflies. So when he asked you to go to a butterfly exhibit with him, you sucked it up and said yes.

And you realized that day that butterflies were beautiful. They were harmless, and you giggled as they landed on you, excitedly showing Mark as you conquered your fear of them. Mark helped you conquer a lot of your fears.

And ever since he left, you felt more fearful than ever. Losing him made you realize how fragile life really was, and you hated it. You hated feeling like everything was on the verge of being lost.

“You good?” you jump at the sound of Jaemin’s voice in your ear. You blink, realizing you had completely zoned out. You were sitting next to him on the bus to school. You quickly glance out the window once more. The butterfly you had been admiring was gone.

You nod. “I’m okay. Just tired.” you respond.

Jaemin grins and grabs onto your hand. “Okay. Just checking in.” he says softly. “Um, we’re all gonna get food after school if you wanna come. It’s just a really nice day, it’d be a shame not to go out in it, you know?”

Truth be told, you had been feeling weird lately, and going out with your friends (or, to be more accurate — your boyfriend and his friends that you were friends with by association) was probably what you needed. “That sounds nice.”

The bus had arrived at school. Jaemin stands and picks up his bag, letting you out in front of him. You exit the bus and you’re met with the warm air enveloping you, the sun hitting your eyes and making you squint. Jaemin exits the bus as well, his frame blocking the sun from blinding you. He puts his arm around you, and you grab onto his hand out of instinct.

“Hey guys, got room for more?” you feel another arm around your shoulder.

“Hyuck, no. You’re gross.” Jaemin groans, rolling his eyes.

Hyuck gasps dramatically. “That’s mean. You didn’t even consult with your girlfriend first.”

You smile. “Sorry, Hyuck. But I’m only interested in Jaemin.” you tell him.

Hyuck removes his arm from your shoulder and crosses his arms. “What a low blow…” he mutters. Hyuck was your childhood friend. He grew up with you and Mark. He was like a happy virus, and you weren’t sure if you would have survived losing Mark if he hadn’t been there for you.

You giggle. “Sorry to break your heart.”

“You’d think after months of being rejected he’d give up, but he’s a trooper.” Jaemin adds.

Hyuck rolls his eyes this time. “It’s only because you guys are gross and kissy-kissy in public. We’re in school,” he says, moving away from his spot next to you. He puts himself in between you and Jaemin. “Leave room for Jesus.”

“Oh my god, Hyuck,” you laugh. “You are so annoying. You’re lucky you’re my best friend.” you tell him.

Hyuck grins and sticks out his tongue, turning down a hallway as you guys pass it. “You’re damn right you’re lucky,” he calls. “I’ll see you guys later!”

Jaemin shakes his head, laughing. “He’s such a weirdo. Love him, though.”

You reach your locker and lean against it. “He is. You learn how to deal with him after so long. I’ll meet you outside the entrance doors after school. Do you guys know where you’re going to eat?”

Jaemin leans up against the locker next to yours. “Nah, not yet. We’ll figure it out before the day ends.” he tells you. “You have a good day, alright?” he pecks your cheek.

You smile. “I will.” Jaemin gives you one last grin before turning and continuing down the hallway.

[12:39 p.m.]

“What kind of weird shit do you read at night?” Naeun asks, scowling at Jiwoo.

“It’s not weird!” Jiwoo cries, turning her phone screen towards the dark-haired girl. “There’s real proof!”

“What are you guys talking about?” you ask, taking a seat next to Naeun.

“Apparently there’s an app that can change your fate,” Sungyeon speaks up, holding back a laugh. “Jiwoo found it.”

Jiwoo turns her attention towards you. “See! You’ll believe me, right?” she turns her phone to you.

You furrow your brows and decide not to answer her question. You read the article she had pulled up.

According to the 13-year-old who downloaded the app, ButterFly, his wish came true a mere 3 hours after sending it into the ButterFly HQ. The young boy wished for his cat to come back to life, who had been dead for nearly a month. A few hours later, a cat showed up at the boy’s window. It was identical to the one the boy had.

ButterFly, a self-proclaimed life changing app has been growing in popularity as people hope to change their past. But the real question is, does this app really change a life or is it simply coincidence?

“Jiwoo…” you say softly.

“Come on,” she whines. “I can’t be the only one who thinks it could actually be real!”

“I’m afraid you are.” Sungyeon tells her, taking a bite of her food. “It’s just a coincidence. The only success story they have is something so… normal.”

“If they want to impress me, they have to come up with something way more exciting than a kid finding his cat.” Naeun says.

Jiwoo pouts, turning off her phone. “But… it’d just be so cool if it was real.”

“I agree, but an app should never be trusted for something like that. Plus, if an app had the powers to change the trajectory of someone’s life, wouldn’t the butterfly effect happen?” you asked.

“She’s right,” Naeun says. “Fate is not something to play around with.”

Dejected, Jiwoo surrenders and turns her attention back to finishing her lunch.

“What is that again?” Sungyeon asks. “The butterfly effect?”

“The idea that even tiny changes can make huge and unexpected changes,” you explain. “Like a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a typhoon.”

“Hmm,” Sungyeon hums. “That’s interesting.”

“Yeah, like if Jiwoo was born as a boy, maybe she’d be dating you and you’d be a millionaire for some reason.” Naeun takes a drink from her water bottle.

“What?” Sungyeon cringes.

“Hey, what’s that face for?” Jiwoo cries. “I think I’d be a cute boy.”

You laugh and shake your head as your friends continue to playfully banter about who would be the cutest boy in a parallel universe.

[3:30 p.m.]

You stand by the entrance doors, rocking back and forth on your heels. You try not to look too awkward as you wait for Jaemin and his friends. You wave to Naeun as she leaves, and are relieved when Jaemin appears a few moments later. He immediately spots you and makes his way to you, smiling. His friends, Jeno and Renjun walk behind him with Hyuck, loudly talking about something.

“Hi,” Jaemin says. “Did you have a good day?”

You grin. “It was fine. How about you?” you start walking away from school, taking hold of his hand.

“It was good. I have some annoying homework, but…” he trails off.

Renjun suddenly runs past you, turning around with a disgusted look on his face. “Hyuck, for the last time, I will not hold your hand!”

You turn your head to see a pouty Hyuck. “I just wanted to fit in!”

You laugh and roll your eyes, turning your head back towards the sidewalk in front of you. You all make your way to a nearby restaurant. You sat next to Jaemin in a booth and Jeno, Renjun, and Hyuck all squeezed into the one across from you. You all ordered drinks.

“Oh, Jaemin,” Jeno says, picking his bag up from the floor. He pulls out a notebook and hands it to Jaemin. “Thanks for your notes.”

Jaemin nods. “No problem.”

“Jeno,” Renjun says, shaking his head. “You’re never gonna learn if you keep copying Jaemin’s notes.”

Jeno shrugs. “It’s not like I do it all the time,” he says, defending himself.

“You borrow my notes, too, though… so Renjun kinda has a point.” Hyuck says, leaning back as the waitress sets his drink down in front of him.

You pull out your phone as the boys argue yet again just to see what was happening on your social media. It was mostly random tweets and posts from people you knew, but there was something that caught your eye. It was a promoted post from ButterFly. It had no likes or anything, despite being promoted to your Twitter timeline. And it wasn’t just one. After a few scrolls, you saw another ad from the app, just with a different caption. You saw another one before shaking your head and exiting the app. You opened Instagram, just to be met with the same ad.

Don’t be afraid. Having the chance to change your fate is much more fun than you think.

The caption sent chills down your spine. It didn’t sound like something that should be promoted. You clicked the link the ad provided, but it simply took you to the app store. Your curiosity was getting the best of you. You wanted to download the app, but something was holding you back.

Jaemin nudged your shoulder, making you jump.

“Huh?” you ask. Everyone’s eyes were on you.

“Do you want something to eat?” Jaemin asked.

“Oh,” you look at the waitress next to the table, notebook and pen in hand. “I’m okay.” you reply.

The waitress nods before turning around and entering the kitchen. You stand up from your seat at the booth. “I need to go to the bathroom.” You shoved your phone into a pocket on your bookbag and rushed to the bathroom.

You shut the door behind you, walking to the sink. You looked at yourself. You looked tired, disheveled. You couldn’t get rid of the feeling you had felt since waking up. You could barely even describe it. It almost felt like dread, but it was more of an unexplainable sadness. Not even being with your friends seemed to help it. You turned on the water, splashing your cheeks with cold water. How had you been so enchanted by the ads of that app that you had become completely oblivious to what was going on around you?

You dried your face before you heard a small knock on the door. “Hey, are you okay?” You opened the door and saw Jaemin. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern.

You forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah, sorry…” you say, stepping out of the bathroom.

“You’ve been acting… strange today. No offense,” Jaemin says.

“None taken,” you sigh. “I know I have. Everything just feels off today, I don’t know why.” You tell him.

Jaemin puts his arm around you and you both begin walking back to the table the others were at. “It’s okay to feel that way… I think everyone does. It just sucks to watch you feel so sad.” Jaemin says. He sighs. “I really hope you start feeling better soon. I miss hearing your laugh.”

You smile. “I miss it too,” you say, reaching the table. Jaemin scoots into the booth and you follow after. You try to ignore the horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach and have a good afternoon with your friends. You ended up starting to feel better. You stole some of Hyuck’s food after panicking and not ordering some of your own. You laughed at everyone’s jokes and dumb arguments, and before you knew it, an hour had passed. You all decided to stop being a bother and leave. You waited outside as everyone paid; Jaemin offered to pay for you since all you got was a drink.

“Are you heading home?” Jeno asked Jaemin.

He nodded. “I’m gonna walk this one home and then head home myself,” he said, resting his head on yours.

Jeno nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

Renjun and Hyuck also waved goodbye. They were all going to Jeno’s. You went your separate ways, and as much as you loved them, you were glad to be alone with Jaemin. Your house wasn’t too far, but even if it was just a few minutes, you were glad to be with him.

“Are you just gonna go home and do homework?” you ask.

Jaemin nods. “Yeah… it’s probably gonna take some time.”

“Sorry baby,” you say. “I’ll facetime you once my mom gets home,” you tell him.

Your mother worked late, so you were in charge of looking after your younger brother, Jisung, until she got home. He was only 2 years younger than you, so it’s not like it was hard, but you still felt obligated to keep tabs on him.

“You don’t have to,” he says. You both walked through your driveway and to the front door. “But if you want to, however… I would love it if you did.” he grins as you open your door.

“Well, then expect a call later,” you say, grabbing both of his hands.

Jaemin leans in and kisses you, and for a second, it feels like everything is okay.

“Gross!” a voice yells. You jump away from Jaemin and turn around.

“Jisung, your sister and her boyfriend are smashing their faces together again!” Chenle, who was standing in the kitchen, yells. Jisung’s pokes his head around the corner.

“Shut up, Chenle.” you say, grinning. “You’re not a child, kissing isn’t that weird.”

You step inside, taking off your shoes and setting your bag down. Jaemin steps in behind you and walks to the kitchen, putting Chenle in a headlock. “You little jerk,” Jaemin teases.

Chenle giggles, trying to get out of Jaemin’s arms. You walk to the living room where Jisung had gone, continuing his video game. “How was your day?” you ask.

“Good.” Jisung says, eyes still glued to the TV.

“That’s good,” you look back to the kitchen and see that Jaemin has released Chenle, and is now talking to him. “Do you have homework?”

Jisung nods. You watch the TV, and watch his character die. Jisung sighs and sets the controller down, turning to you. “Yeah.”

“Okay. Can you try and get it done before Mom gets home?” you ask.

Jisung nods. “Yeah… Chenle and I have the same homework so we can do it together, I guess.”

You nod and go back to the kitchen. Talking to Jisung sometimes felt like talking to a brick wall. “I better get going.” Jaemin says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You walk him to the door. “I’ll see you.” you grab both of his hands again, never wanting to let go. Jaemin kisses your cheek and turns.

You bite your lip. Why was this horrible feeling back so suddenly? “Hey, Jaemin?” you call after him. He turns back around.

“I love you.” you say, almost too softly. For a second you weren’t even sure if he heard you, but he gives you that classic smile, the one that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

“I love you too.” he blows you a kiss before walking away.

[9:41 p.m.]

You sat down on your bed, freshly out of the shower. Since Jaemin had left, you helped Jisung and Chenle with their homework, did your own homework, and facetimed Jaemin for a bit while he did his. And then you took a long shower in an attempt to clear your head.

You look around for your phone, finding it hidden in a blanket on your bed. You answer some unread texts and then open Instagram again. You’re met with the same ads from before. Your heart drops.

Without thinking you click the link again, pressing download. It downloaded in no time. Your thumb hovers over the icon of the app. The moment you muster up the courage to click on it, there’s a knock at your bedroom door.

You jump, startled, but get up and open it.

Your mother’s exhausted face greets you. “Hi sweetie. I’m going straight to bed, so… goodnight. I hope you had a good day.”

You smile, shakily exhaling. “Today was fine. Goodnight.” you say, not wanting to delay her sleep anymore.

She gives you a warm smile before going to her room. Before you close your door, Jisung appears from the staircase nearby. “You going to bed?” he asks.

“Uh,” you open your phone, looking at the time.

ButterFlyHQ

Greetings. What is your name?

You ignore the notification. “No… but I’ll probably be in my room for the rest of the night.”

“Oh, okay… well… goodnight then.” he says, going to his room which was right across from yours. He closes the door without another word.

You press your lips together and shut your door as well, laying down on your bed. You opened your phone and clicked on ButterFly.

1 Unread Message

ButterFlyHQ

Greetings. What is your name?

You hesitantly enter your name. You regret it as soon as you responded — maybe you should’ve used a fake name.

ButterFlyHQ

Hello, (y/n).

What do you wish to change?

Wow, straight to the point… You think.

You wonder what you should enter. You try to think of the most outrageous thing you could think of, something completely unimaginable. Something that would surely trigger the Butterfly Effect.

There were things you actually wanted to change.

You wanted your mother to stop being so stressed.

You wanted Jisung to be happy.

You wanted to stop feeling so insecure about you and Jaemin’s relationship.

You wanted Jiwoo to finally pass trigonometry.

Okay, the last one was a bit dumb, and actually imaginable. And then you thought of the most impossible thing.

You

I want my best friend to come back to life.

You almost laugh as you sent the message. But your faint smile fades at the immediate response.

ButterFlyHQ

What is your best friend’s name?

This was suddenly feeling too personal.

You

Mark Lee.

ButterFlyHQ

Understood. We will try our best to meet your request.

You stare at your phone. Now what? You turned your phone off and set it on your nightstand, plugging it into the charger before laying down and staring at the ceiling.

Great, now some random stranger knows some girl thinks an app can bring her friend back from the grave.

When you got the chance, you were gonna chew Jiwoo out for bringing that app up. You get under the covers and close your eyes, trying to sleep. But your mind was racing. You finally feel yourself drifting, your mind finally giving you some peace.

Your last thought before you finally fall asleep is Jaemin. You just wanted to be with him again, his arm around your shoulder, his fingers lazily intertwined with yours. You felt yourself smiling before finally falling asleep, unknowingly saying goodbye to your last normal day.

[silvia7272]

? ~ Threats & Frights Tonight

I decided to do some smaller fanfics to just make sure everyone is on the same page as me so the SongFic will be revealed later on. However, I’m going to write out of order just like season 3 because I thought this would be cool and a nice way to introduce my OC.

I believe this takes place in season 3, after Lila gets back but before the oh so great finale episodes, so they’re still like around 14. I won’t mention all the episodes but I will post more about how my OC becomes friends with Kagami and Luka. (And Felix because I love Fanon Felix)

Also, I want to ask, do you want consistent salt, salt but redemption for few or all?

Edit: The question mark just means I’m unsure which part this takes place in my main story. It doesnt mean too much.

Word Count: 2203

***

“HAWKMOTH!”

Marinette stood there frozen, her new best friend, one she knew she could trust with everything, one who knew her identity… Was being Akumatized right in front of her.

Rosina, the newbie of Collège Françoise Dupont, the one who was able to get Marinette and Chloé to settle their differences and let them become friends had fallen for Hawkmoths Akuma.

Why don’t we go back to see how that happened?

***

Ever since Marinette and Chloé’s friendship blossomed apparently overnight, things had only gotten worse for the girls.

All the classmates had believed that they were always friends but decided to trick them so Marinette would be seen as their ‘Everyday Ladybug’ while Chloé was the bully.

Thank god they ditched her as soon as they saw her “true inner colours”

However, even with all the glares and comments directed towards the girls they never even bat an eye to them, they just kept on walking ahead never looking back. They even had the nerve to smirk back at them.

And now it had appeared there was one more person they wanted to convert.

Rosina Scoats.

She had been a new student to Dupont, and everyone had been excited.

She had looked so pleasant, and everyone had tried to warn her of Marinette, the bully, the one who had made Lila feel so sad and disheartened after Marinette had openly tried to oppose her for being a “liar”.

After all, she had done nothing wrong.

…Nothing wrong.

And yet, no matter what they did, she had always gone back to the outcasts of the class, and they talked as if they had been long-time friends.

It was hopeless now, she had fallen for their lies, there was no way they could save the poor girl.

Although they thought it weird it was only after she came that Marinette and Chloé became friends.

***

It had just started like any other day. Marinette and Chloé had arrived first and walked to the back where their seats were located, not that they minded being at the back.

Because Rosina had been staying with Marinette she made sure the busy girl got up early for school much to Tikki and her Parents comfort, although she hadn’t appeared yet as there was something the girl had to take care of before coming so the trio became dos at the back.

Then the quiet ones, Nathaniel, Juleka, Ivan, Mylène and Adrien came in. The latter held a disapproving stare at the two girls who should’ve taken the higher ground. They shouldn’t have rocked the boat, and what did they do? The exact opposite.

Honestly, they were worse than Lila at this point.

He just wanted them to apologise to Lila and they could be friends again, couldn’t they see the error in their ways?

It was even worse when he had that argument with Chloé. After that everyone told him it was great, he finally got rid and stopped being friends with Chloé, he could, at last, see just how much she had hurt all his friends and he felt like a fool; he only just realised. Chloé had hurt people while Lila hadn’t.

How ironic right?

Then all the rest came in, ending with Lila, again sprouting some nonsense about meeting several celebrities and she was like a little Sister to them all. Alya was sucking all this information and typing it on her Ladyblog, which by now should be called ‘Lilablog’ considering all the information dedicated to her ‘bestie’ instead.

“Of course, but because they live so far away, they can’t come and celebrate my birthday. Sometimes it’s hard being so far away from them, they’re like family, but they always give me a message and the best presents to make up for it” Her fake tears earned her so many sympathy votes the girls were surprised she wasn’t nominated for best actress.

A scoff was heard, and all heads turned towards the back, it would’ve been creepy considering how in tune they all were, but they didn’t say anything.

“Yes, is there anything wrong?” Lila innocently asked but pulled a disgusted face when no one saw her.

“Oh, nothing nothing, I just love watching Reality TV so early.” Chloé knew they all hated her, but she didn’t care, Lila had already turned Sabrina against her, so she only had Marinette and luckily newbie Rosina as friends.

“Don’t listen to them Lila, their just jealous of all the people that love you compared to them” Some snickers were heard but the girls didn’t pay them any thought. However, a noise disrupted the talk amongst the students.

A phone ringing.

Marinette’s phone was ringing.

“H-” Before she could even get a word out, she had to pull her phone back by how loud the girl’s voice had been on the other line.

“OPEN THE WINDOW NOW OPEN THE WINDOW NOW OPEN THE WINDOW NOW OPEN THE WINDOW NOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!” Marinette confused but used to weirdness in her life did what she was told and opened the nearest window. It was a close call as a body slammed into her just as the window opened, leaving no room to run.

“Owww…”

“Sooooooorrry about that Mari. I got held up again. That thing I told you I had to do while here, weeeeell it came up, so I had to take care of it, and then Piper wanted to- AHH! Piper are you ok? You aren’t hurt, are you?”

The redhead turned to the bundle she had been carrying while she flew through.

A child, possibly 4 or 5, with black hair and pink eyes in a colourful mini dress, that looked incredibly cute on her all the girls awwed at the girl that they all knew as Piper.

Their meeting would be stated for another time.

Part of her hair was tied in a small high side ponytail, adding to the girl’s cuteness as well as her fringe. They just hope the girl wouldn’t become a bully like the other two. But whenever they tried to come up to her she was always too shy and would bury her head in the girl Rosina.

The little girl nodded before going over to Marinette and trying to help her up. Even if she was shy of the class somehow the bullies were able to warm their way into the girl’s heart, it seemed surreal.

What did they have that the rest didn’t?

“Don’t worry Piper I’m fine you don’t have to worry about me.” The girl nodded before hugging her after noticing everyone was still glaring at her, or rather Marinette.

Before they could even sit-down Lila just thought she should tell the class her thoughts.

“Shouldn’t Piper be around some nicer people? I would hate to think what would happen if she continues to be in that type of environment?” She said sneakily yet no one seemed to notice while they all still nodded.

Rosina although knew about the situation between her friends still always wanted to remain positive for her besties and besides, she was great at being civil.

“While I appreciate your concern, Layla-”

“-Lila-”

“Layla, my seat is assigned here, and Piper would tell me if she wanted to move. So, Piper, would you like to-?”

“No thanks,” A barely audible voice spoke before she could even finish.

“Well you heard it folks the answer is no. Hey, Piper, you want to draw something?” She nodded enthusiastically and started drawing while Lila wasn’t finished.

“But I’m worried. I’ve been to multiple care homes and helped out whenever I could, and all children love me. You can just leave her with me, I’m sure it would be good for her to spend some time with new people.” The rest seemed to agree with her and started to encourage both girls to hang out with them instead, even if the child had previously said no.

But Piper had been focusing on some particular words.

Leave her with me.

Leave her.

Leave

Leave

LEAVE

‘No’

“No no no, p-please don’t leave me, p-please y-you promised me you would s-stay with me!”

Everyone stopped, they didn’t realise the girl would be so upset over this. Even Lila, she was mean but not heartless, especially to a kid.

The three girls at the back tried to comfort the girl with her worries, one bluenette especially worried.

But that didn’t stop the Akuma from entering. Mylène had been the first person to see it.

“Quickly move! The Akuma’s headed for the girl” Even if the teacher was there what could she do? Become Zombizou and have to go through all those Kissy Boo again? No thank you.

Rosina didn’t know what to do. Sure she had faced Akumatized victims before and helped Ladybug (Marinette) whenever she could, she was an amazing fighter, but that was all after the Akuma.

This, right here, was now.

And like hell, she would let Piper be Akumatized.

“Chloé!” Before the girl could respond Piper was placed in the blonde’s arms anyway, the girl would’ve denied but she could see the urgency in her eyes, plus she was trying to be a better friend anyway.

At that moment Rosina was concentrating. She focused her feelings, learning that you must keep a level head in this city, she had to make sure to display positive emotions all the time.

So she threw all of that out the window.

The Akuma had nearly touched Piper but quickly changed course once more prominent emotions appeared. Surely Hawkmoth would prefer a capable fighter to a little girl?

Hehe, you’ll see.

There was a bow in her hair, just begging Hawkmoth to Akumatize it.

And so, that was how everyone stood in terror to the girl with the magical pink mask on her face.

***

“HAWKMOTH!”

“Rosina please control it you have to!” Marinette grabbed onto the girl, trying to calm her. Tikki looked apprehensive, there was no way Marinette would be able to turn into Ladybug now, all they could do was wait.

“Angerella, that anger is nothing like I’ve felt before. I am Hawkmoth, I see all you want is to protect your little girl, I can give you the power to make that come true, all I ask is for Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculous.” Hawkmoth’s offer and voice seemed so tempting.

“I can protect and conquer” No. No this couldn’t be possible, all that’s left would be the purple substance covering her, she was going to have to fight her friend.

A friend with a lot more fighting experience.

…

“If I cared.” Marinette breathed a sigh of a relieve, as well as Adrien. She knew she should’ve trusted her newfound friend but she was so scared. She’d make it up anyhow.

“What!?”

“Now Hawkmoth, I have your attention and you best listen to every word I say” The class looked on in anticipation, some had run off to try and get some help from teachers. Alya, thinking it would be great for the Ladyblog, started recording the whole ordeal.

“That girl you were about to Akumatize, if you ever try to Akumatize her again I will give you hell. Not even the heroes would be able to protect you from my wrath, understand”

“…”

“Your answer is duly noted. Now!” She but her hands on her head, seemingly struggling with the sudden Akuma. Was Hawkmoth increasing his control?

“Get out of my head! Now!”

…

Swoosh

“It's… Gone…” They didn’t expect that to happen, certainly not.

So they cheered and raved how great and cool she was able to do that. Alya cheerfully exclaimed how excited that scoop she was able to get and posted it on her blog right away.

And they all carried on as nothing had happened.

As if it wasn’t important.

Little did they know repelling an Akuma took a lot out of you, ask Chloé she’d tell you.

“Rosina are you ok? You had us so worried” When Rosina stumbled because of her unbalance, Marinette held onto her tighter, that ordeal really frightened her.

“I-I -pant pant- just need a moment, can we get some air? Please?” She nodded and the four immediately left.

“Rosy? Are, are you ok?” Rosina smiled and hugged the girl as they approached the entrance.

“Of course, don’t worry Li’l Piper, no one will ever hurt you, if Hawkmoth knows what’s good for him he will stay away from you.” She rubbed her head as the little girl smiled.

“I gotta say that was impressive, you had me worried for a sec but of course you’d be able to pull something like that off” The blonde lifted her ponytail up and down while commenting the tired girl.

“Thanks for your belief. I never would’ve forgiven myself if I hurt either of you. I love you two so much” She hugged them both surprising them more.

“We love you more Rosina. But please don’t scare us like that again. Angerella” Marinette couldn’t stop the light punch coming from the redhead before they all laughed.

All the while Hawkmoth in his lair was coming to a conclusion.

“She is the one who will bring me both the Miraculous’”

***

I just noticed this was more about the OC than salt so sorry, I’ve never done salt before so hopefully, I’ll get better as time goes on. But anyway I hope you liked it and I may do another one to add more details if you want.

Have a good day/night.

[lettersinscarlet]

Fire and Ice (Colby Brock Imagine)

YESSSS GUYSSSS! I’ve been wanting to write this fic since I started writing. I have dyed red hair and so I always thought about doing a fire and ice thing but then he changed his color and I got this request so I figured I could change my idea and still write it. So THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST! Also, please guys send in some blurb ideas. They don’t have to be detailed or anything, I just need a few so I can plan. Anyway, requests are open so drop them in and enjoy the fic! @sp00kybrock

Request: Colby telling the reader he has a surprise for her and he comes home after dying his hair red and Y/N seeing it and loving it.

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“Babyyyyyyyyyy,” Colby drawled when you answered the phone. You chuckled and smiled on your end.

“What’s up, Blue Eyes?”

“I have a surpriseeeeee for youuuuuu,” he said.

“Is it that you’ve decided to make all your words longer than they were?”

“Maybeeeeeee,” he joked. You laughed again and you shook your head.

“Well that’s a wonderful surprise, sweetie. But I got a surprise for you tooooooooo.”

“Wanna go at the same time?” he asked you with a child-like giddiness.

“Sure, baby. I’ll be home in about fifteen minutes!”

“I’ll be home in twenty!”

“Love you,” you said and made a kissy noise on the phone.

“Love you, too!” he replied and made the same noise back. You smiled as you hung up your phone and then started the car.

What he didn’t know was you had gotten him the best surprise you could. Colby had been begging you for months to dye your hair his blue. You normally dyed your hair a darker red and you had always told him that you didn’t think you would look good with blue. You had secretly schedule your appointment after about the third time he asked you and it had taken awhile to finally get your schedule lined up to where you could get it dyed to his blue.

You had checked yourself out in the car mirror and you started to wonder why you never had dyed your hair blue. You were totally rocking the look. You were so excited for Colby to see you.

You called your best friend, Kat, to tell her.

“Guess what girly!” you changed when she picked up.

“What did you do?” she asked a bit warily.

“We’re blue sisters!” you squealed. You and Kat shared and excited scream for a second.

“I gotta see some pictures!” she shouted as you both calmed down.

“I will send some after I get a few with Colby. He’s gonna be so excited when he sees it. Think of it now ‘the blue baby squad’. I can see the headlines,” you said and she laughed.

“Title of my next album and we can all collab,” she joked. You laughed and you spent the next few minutes catching up about everything that you were doing.

“Alright girl I gotta go, I’ll send you pics later! Then you gotta come over so we can get our own.”

“I’m down! Byeeeeee,” she said.

“Byeeeeeee!”

You pulled into your spot and you walked into his apartment. You wanted to get ready to debut your look for him. You went and you rifles through his clothes and you found his black moon t-shirt and you carefully slipped it on. You were already wearing some black leggings and your converse so the look tied together. You went to his bathroom and you found some black nail polish and you quickly painted your nails, trying not to leave any stray marks or splotchy spots. You then looked up in the mirror.

You really were his mini me.

After you thought your nails were dry enough, you found your eyeshadow and you went with blue. You looked at yourself and smiled. You couldn’t wait til he got a look at you.

You went back to the living room and ooh tried to find the best spot to be. You ended up standing near the window, hoping that the sunlight would catch your hair the right way. You heard him knock on the door and you smiled wide.

“Don’t look yet!” he called. You closed your eyes and you heard him walk in and shut the door. You were facing the window so you couldn’t see them and you assumed he had his eyes closed.

“Want to look at the same time?” you suggested. He agreed and you went to count.

“3... 2... 1... LOOK!”

You turned around and you saw him. He was in his black, ripped jeans wearing some of his chains. He was in his favorite shirt, the one with the cut off sleeves and his blue hair...

Wait a second. It wasn’t blue. It was red. YOUR red.

“Baby!” you screamed and ran over to him. You ran your fingers through his hair, looking and seeing that it was real. You looked at him for a minute and realized he was smoking hot with that red hair. “You look goooood,” you said, accentuating the word and bringing your eyes back to his hair.

“You did it! You dyed it blue! But I dyed mine red so we would be matching but... you make blue look so sexy,” he trailed off.

“Then you know what I saw everyday,” you said with a smile. He smiled down at you and he trailed his fingers through your hair.

“Do you like it?” he asked with a shy smile. You leaned up in your toes and you kissed him on his cheek.

“Like it? Colby I love it! You make red look so good. Like you were born to be red.”

“I just wish we could be matching,” he said as he kissed the top of your head.

“We may not be matching, but babe, we’re fire and ice. It’s like, the coolest thing ever!” He smiled and he twirled you around. You smiled and looked down at the ground.

“Do you like mine?”

“Blue is your color, not mine,” he whispered in your ear. You giggled and he let out a growl.

“Before we get TOO carried away, I promised Kat we’d take pictures,” you told him. He groaned but then smiled as you pulled out your phone. You got in positions and you took a few serious, a few funny, and a few... others for later. When you finished, you sent a few to Kat and then you put a mental reminder in to check some for Instagram.

“So, about this, fire and ice thing... are we gonna test it out?” Colby asked with a smirk. You laughed and went and put your hand on his chest.

“Of course we are. We are now elemental forces, we gotta combine,” you said with a wink. He chuckled but then he picked you up and carried you to his room, sending fiery kisses up your neck and leading to your lips.

Fire and ice, baby. Fire and ice.

[shadowsnlace]

How would Ichigo, Chad, and Uryu deal with their female S/O being some kind of superstar/celebrity?

I see someone has hopped all up in my ask box ;) Love it! I always enjoy your ideas!

Uryu

* He’s not the type to get starstruck. In fact, he’ll be very reluctant to get involved with a celebrity. The total lack of privacy will really get under his skin. However, Uryu has no qualms about scaring off any paparazzi that try to infringe on his time with his lady. 

* Never will Uryu allow intimate actions to be photographed or filmed. (No kissy pics, and definitely no sex vids!) Although, he is more than happy to pose for pics at events. His dazzling smile, beautiful blue eyes, and incredible good looks will garner him fans of his own and more than likely have some talent agents offering to make him a star.

* Will be in sewing/crafting heaven altering her clothes and leaving his Quincy mark on everything he gets his hands on. 

Chad

* He’s always so calm. His lady is a celeb? Cool. No big deal. The only thing that will raise any concern for him is her safety. Overzealous fans and paparazzi will definitely think twice before approaching her with Chad at her side.

* As a professional boxer, Chad has fans of his own and is a celebrity too. He’s used to the attention and has his own ways of dealing with being in the public eye. Everyone is well aware of his preternatural strength so most fans aren’t too crazed around him. However, he always gets a gaggle of squealing young women that just about pee themselves around him as he poses for pics with them. 

* In public, Chad will pose for pics with her at events. They’re a cute celeb couple and everyone lives for the day when someone finally gets a shot of them kissing. Like Uryu, he’s not going to like anyone trying to get pics of them kissing. He’s also very vigilant about their private time being genuinely private. 

Ichigo

* Definitely starstruck at first. He cannot believe that someone famous is interested in him. The more he gets to know her, the more he’ll settle down and begin to learn what dating a celeb really is like. 

* Ichigo has never been one to back down from anything. The fans and paparazzi are going to get to experience him in protective mode. Unfortunately, he gets branded as her “strawberry psycho” and the media spins it to make him look bad. With some coaching from a public relations specialist, his image is rebuilt and everyone gets to meet the real Ichigo. 

* For the most part, he’s a private guy. He doesn’t want anything too hot and heavy out for public consumption. But, he doesn’t have a problem with anyone catching him and his lady sharing a sweet kiss out on a date. He’ll even give her a kiss on the cheek at events while she makes a silly/surprise face. The fans love it.

[tally-kiza]

Undyne Headcanons

UNDERTALE

- After Undyne’s parents died when she was young, she became determined to get justice for al monsters who had to die without seeing the surface. She went to Asgore to fight him so she could get into the Royal Guard, but instead Asgore trained her. It wasn’t long before she felt like a daughter to him. It warmed his broken heart. Many years passed before he finally let Undyne into the Guard. As the king expected, she quickly climbed up the ranks into captain.

- Undyne and Papyrus���s friendship is full of sarcasm and weird jokes (like that time in canon where they joked about spider-ducks); a typical offbeat humor. They also get into weird competitions with each other, like who can drink 8 glasses of milk fastest, and who can leave the biggest splatter by smashing tomatoes. Watching their chaos is... an experience.

- Undyne is her students' favorite teacher. Most consider her gym class awesome. Obstacle courses, extreme dodgeball, bench pressing the students. The kiddos, humans and monsters alike, have a blast. (Even thought she's not so good at the whole grading thing.)

- Even on the surface, where Undyne has proper recipes, she's still a terrible cook. At least her house isn't always on fire, though. Unfortunately, Alphys is also a terrible cook. She can only manage noodles and take-out. After a few months of this awful diet, they both agreed to take cooking lessons. It went swimmingly!! ...Yeah, they got kicked out after 3 classes. Undyne only barely managed to reign in her chaotic nature enough to learn how to make a salad and boil water with burning her house down.

- Owns a bunch of giant swords on the surface --- Swears like a sailor --- Hated nerdy stuff as a kid, but now is super supportive about it --- Blushes and gets a dreamy look on her face every time Alphys is mentioned; Even when they’ve been married for 20 years lol

UNDERSWAP

- She’s timid when Chara first meets them, but by the end of their journey, her passionate side really shines through. It just takes a bit for her to come out of her shell. But once she’s herself, it’s very clear how passionate and exuberant Undyne can be! Mostly about science, anime, and Alphys lol.

- Met Alphys at the dump. Undyne was looking for spare parts for her experiments when she spotted Alphys. The dino was staring at the waterfalls, contemplating her decision to be captain of the guard. Alphys never really wanted to hurt humans but she did want to free everyone, so it was a difficult decision for her. Noticing the other’s sadness, Undyne nervously introduced herself to snap Alph out of her reverie. They quickly became fast friends (and fell in love huehuehue)

- Experiments tend to go a little haywire when she’s really excited (and by haywire, i mean... explosion-inducing.) There are permanent burn marks on the walls of her lab. She doesn’t bother to clean them off anymore, not when they appear so often.

- Even more affected by the amalgamates than UT Alphys. Undyne truly thought she had saved everyone; she was so proud! But when she saw what the aftermath, she was devastated. The scientist never thought about her reputation, only how horribly she ruined them, how much pain she caused for them and their families. It was unbearable, knowing she was causing so much suffering. So Undyne hid them, not because she was worried of how people would think of her, but to prevent their families from seeing how devastated their loved ones had become. Chara reminded her, though, that she was just causing more suffering by making those families never know what had occurred.

- Undyne has been friends with Papyrus since they were kids. Shortly before he graduated, she got him an apprenticeship with the royal scientist. And even when he quit, they stayed friends, and often cook up explode-y experiments together. Both of them are still horrible cooks. ‘Dyne also has him join her to watch anime together. Pap isn’t as invested as she is, but he likes it well enough.

- Meme illiterate --- Loves side scroller games --- Can’t cook to save her life --- Plays piano for Chara when they first meet --- Met Napstablook at their cousin’s human fan club meeting. NTT felt guilty when they started distancing themself from her after they got famous, but the more time went on, the more awkward it would be if they returned, so they just.. never did... sorry...

UNDERFELL

- Papyrus is Undyne’s second-in-command and best friend. Neither of them will ever admit it, but they wouldn’t trade each other’s friendship for the world. And more so, they’re just chaotic goofballs a lot of the time. Normally Pap can calm Undyne’s hectic nature, but once she convinces him to join her mischievous plans, they are an unstoppable force of nature.

- Oddly enough, for being so chaotic and destructive, Undyne avoids fighting people as much as possible. She’ll always choose verbally de-escalating a confrontation over physically fighting any day of the week. Not because she’s a weak fighter, (no, if anything Undyne’s the strongest opponent you could ever face, second to Sans) but because she wants to minimize the bloodshed. The captain hates seeing her race at each other’s throats; it’s heartbreaking. So when it comes to monsters, she will always choose the most peaceful option until she has no other choice.

- When it comes to humans, though... ohohoho Undyne is merciless. She doesn’t even give the human the chance to run away. Frisk can’t beat her, all they can do is survive as long as possible. That is, until Pap shows up and distracts undyne while Frisk escapes. (Pap loves protecting helpless creatures, and Frisk was just too cute of a kid to let Undyne slaughter them). From there it proceeded like in canon UT: the human and Pap ran away to Hotland until Undyne passed out from the heat. Frisk stopped and gave her some water before the fish lady was revived, glared at them, and stomped back home.

- From there on, Frisk befriends her the same way as UT, except Papyrus doesn’t insist on hanging out with Undyne. In fact, he urges the human not to, but Frisk decides to go back and talk with her anyway. Pap tags along only to protect frisk! Definitely not to make up with Undyne. The hang out progressed as normal (just with ‘Dyne being a little more destructive and ranting about Paps’ betrayal for a bit), and she and Pap call up Frisk often with their usual snarky banter.

- Probably sets her house on fire on purpose. Why wait for the fire to come to her, when she can get one leg up on the fire!! Oh no... now she’s literally trying to fistfight her burning house. Can someone get a fire extinguisher!? Additionally, everything she cooks ends up on fire. Boils water? Fire. Makes a salad? Fire. Looks at a box of cereal? Fire. She’s like a Sim.

- Always gives the guard dogs pets --- Swears all the time and super crass. She doesn’t even censor herself around Frisk --- Wears her hair in a bun to prevent enemies from grabbing it during battle --- Has a very obvious crush on Alphys. Always gets shy and blushy when she talks about her. Pap teases her about it constantly

SWAPFELL

- Met Papyrus when he applied for an apprenticeship with the other Royal Scientist. The two of them quickly became fast friends: science-y, anime-loving nerds. But when Undyne started the DT experiments, Pap left. He could not in good faith sit back and watch her play god with people’s souls. They had a huge argument before he stormed out and they haven’t talked since.

- Over the course of Chara’s journey, as they have phone calls with Papyrus, and eventually Undyne, the two of them slowly begin talking things out. And by the end of the true pacifist route Pap and ‘Dyne have reconciliated and are friends again. It’s truly heartwarming!

- Rumors claim that Undyne is some kind of horrible mad scientist. Screams and shrieks are often heard emanating from the lab, surely awful and painful experiments are going on. But nobody dares go near the lab to investigate, fearing their lives... but NOPE! it’s just Undyne’s shocked wails at dramatic plot twists in her animes, and the sadness of particularly brutal scenes. Chara was terrified they met her, believing all those rumors. imagine their relief when they found out she’s just a nerd.

- Has the same motivations as US Undyne when it comes to the amalgamates, but SF ‘Dyne also hid them to try and fix them. Do more research, more experiments, anything to undo what happened! But none of it worked, so she just gave up...

- She is very curt when you first meet her, but it’s not long before that stony exterior melts away to reveal Undyne’s true form: a chaotic and excitable nerd with access to highly dangerous chemicals and explosives! ‘Dyne’s not crazy, she’s just really passionate and reckless about the things she loves.

- Loves how strong Alphys is. It’s the coolest! (But they both think they’re each the protector in their relationship lol) --- Created NTT to kill humans, but they just ignored her after she made their body, and left to pursue music instead. How rude! --- Adores vocaloid songs! Her favorite is “Paradichlorobenzene.” She even learned to play it on her piano! --- Addicted to coffee. She is VERY hyper at times. --- Tends to prefer darker animes but she secretly loves Mew Mew Kissy Cutie. No one can find out. Or else.

[mrsjaxtellerfan]

Family Life with Jax

Hey guys!  This isn’t a requested imagine, me and my girl @lookprettyliveclassyplaydirtyyt came up with it!  Hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings:  Jax killing you with cuteness.  Fluff overload, some smut if you squint.

“Abel, Nadia, teeth and bed.”  Y/n shouts from the kitchen of her and Jax’s house.  

“But Mooooommmm. Daddy said he would be home to help us and he’s not.”  Abel whines, throwing himself on the floor.  

“Baby, your Dad will be home soon. Now, how about I take you in there and help you brush your teeth and then while I put Nadia to bed you can pick your story?”  Y/n replies, squatting down to his height.

“Fine.”  Abel states, allowing his mother to pull him up off of the floor and hurd him to the bathroom.  

“Alright, baby.  You head in there and pick your book. I will be in to read to you in a couple minutes.”  Y/n replies, wiping the toothpaste off of his mouth.  

She goes to put Nadia to bed, but it’s a process. For some reason, she doesn’t want to go to sleep tonight. She is missing her Daddy, Jax hasn’t been home in a few days since he went to Tacoma to deal with some club shit.  

“It’s okay baby, Daddy will be home by the time you wake in the morning. Maybe you can convince him to get patched into the princess club,” she says, watching her daughter put another sticker on her headboard. Something she started doing the first night Jax wasn’t home. It was like she was counting the nights he missed tuck in. She hates to admit it but there is becoming quite the collection of stickers marking the nights he has missed.  After finally getting her to sleep, she heads back to Abel’s room, hearing him reading, is he reading to himself? She feels tears begin to well up in her eyes at the thought of her little man growing up.  

“Jax is missing this.”  She whispers, pulling out her phone and shooting him a text. She hears his phone ding coming from Abel’s room. Confused, she hurries down the hall to see Jax helping Abel sound out words. She stops, grinning at her two favorite men before creeping out and into her and Jax’s room.

She gets herself ready for bed and lays down, reading her book, and waiting for Jax.  About half an hour later, Jax comes in, still in his kutte, he must have been in a hurry to help Abel with his book, reading her message, he puts his phone on the charger on the dresser, turning his attention to his gorgeous wife.  

“Need me to read you a bedtime story too, Darlin’?”

“Jax, I would hate for you to wake Nadia, but maybe you could tuck her in, give her a goodnight kiss, and maybe try to take one of those damn stickers off her headboard?”

“Yeah, baby.  I’ll be back, let me go give my little lady some goodnight kisses, and when I get back I’m going to give my other lady some goodnight kisses, any place she wants.”  Jax smirks, leaving the room as a pillow hits the door where he had been standing.

About twenty minutes later, he comes back to the room, a princess sticker on his kutte, and picks up the pillow, his pillow, that I tossed at him. “We gotta work on your aim, babe.”

“Oh, fuck off.”  Y/n giggles, pushing his shoulder as he climbs onto the bed.  “Get your shoes off of the duvet.” She says, swatting his hand away as he reaches for her.  

“Fineeee.”  Jax whines, now I know where Abel gets it from, stripping off his clothes.

“I didn’t say get naked, but I’m not disappointed.”

“You’re next darlin’, come here.”  She giggles, putting her book to the side and leaning over to her husband.

“I’ve missed you.”  She breathes, pulling back to plant a passionate kiss on her husband’s lips.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.  Now let’s get some of these clothes off you, yeah?”  Jax smirks, pulling his shirt, her sleep shirt, up and over her head.

“Abel and Nadia have been talking about wanting a sibling anyway.”

“Well, then we can’t disappoint them.”  Jax grins, pushing her back and jumping under the covers, leaving her a giggling mess before those giggles turned into satisfied moans.

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The next morning y/n woke up to an empty bed.  Glancing around the room in search of her husband, she hears little laughs coming from her husband and her daughter.  She glances at the time shown on Jax’s alarm clock.

“Fuck, how did I oversleep?” Y/n asks herself. Usually Abel comes in and wakes her up because he’s hungry but that wasn’t the case today.  She climbs out of bed, making her way to the bathroom.  After she finishes getting dressed she makes her way to Abel’s room only to find it empty, he even made it, he never makes his bed. She makes her way toward the kitchen stopping in her tracks when she spots her daughter.

“‘Gin, Daddy, ‘gin!”  Nadia squeeles, clapping her pudgy hands together from her spot on Jax’s chest.  

“Okay, princess, but this time you have to sing with me.”  Jax smiles, rewinding the tv.  It is only then does she realize what she is seeing. Jax is singing the “Baby Shark” song while Nadia is hopping on his chest and trying to sing along, while doing the baby shark with her hand. She quietly pulls out her cellphone, hopping to two don’t notice her yet, and begins recording it.  After about 3 minutes of recording Abel catches sight of her.

“MOOMMMY!” Abel shouts jumping up from the little chair he was on and rush her at full speed.  She swoops him up planting a tender kiss on his little forehead.

“Hi, baby, how’d you sleep?” She asks her son, making her way, with him, to the kitchen.

“I slept amazing!  Daddy helped me read a bedtime story! And then he woke me up to make breakfast, and I made my bed!  Come look Mommy, we made you breakfast! I tried to get Daddy to let me bring it in to you but he said ‘Mama’s naked, and she needs to sleep, she worked out a little too much last night.’”  I blush, looking over at my smirking husband.  He throws a wink at me and blows me a kiss, only to have his face grabbed by two pudgy little hands his focus going back to the tiny girl on his chest.

“Dada, pay ‘ten to meee.”  Nadia scolds, leaning down and leaving a slobbery kiss on Jax’s forehead. Jax grins, standing, before gently tossing her up into the air, a flurry of giggles to be heard.

“You guys did all of this for me?” Y/n asked, tears beginning to form.

“Of course we did, Mommy. You are amazing!”  Abel grins, throwing his arms around his mother’s neck pulling her toward him.

“I love you baby.”  

“I love you too, Mommy, even though sometimes you don’t do the book voices right.”  Y/n grins. “Hey, don’t we get any of this love going around in here?”  Jax exclaims, breathing heavy, and rushing into the kitchen with his daughter on his shoulders. She squeals holding onto his hair for dear life.

“‘Gin daddy, ‘gin.”

“Tell your mama you love her first, then one more time.”  Jax grins, leaning in for a kiss from his wife.

“Wuv woo, mama.”  She giggles, still clutching her dad’s blonde hair. She pulls his hair in one direction and he begins to run around the house, stopping sometimes so Nadia can touch the ceiling.

“Abel, you wanna go get some ice cream?” Y/n asks, smiling at her son munching on the bacon.

“YESS!” Abel exclaims, shoving the remaining 4 pieces of bacon in his little mouth.

“Go ask your Dad.” Y/n shoos the boy out of the room beginning to pick up the dishes from breakfast.

“Mmhhmm, good morning, darlin’.” Jax whispers, nuzzling his nose into the back of her neck leaving small kisses.

“Morning, baby.” She states, turning around in his grasp, and pulling him in for a kiss.  “Why didn’t you wake me?”  

“You were sleeping so good, plus like I told Abel, mama was naked and worn out from our ‘exercise’ last night.” Jax grins, lifting y/n up on the counter and planting a hot and heavy kiss on her lips.  

“Ewwwww! Daddy that’s gross, only I can give Mommy kissies!” Abel shouts, rushing over to his Dad. Jax steps back, laughing and picks Abel up.

“You both can give mommy kisses, because mommy loves you both, and Nadi too.” She smiles, looking around and over Jax’s shoulder. “Where is Nadia?”

“She’s asleep, touching the ceiling wears her out, babe.”

“Earlier it sounded like it tired Daddy out too.” Y/n said, giggling

“Watching it tired me out, mommy.” Abel sighs, resting his head on his Dad’s shoulder starting to drift off.  Y/n reaches around brushing his hair out of his face.

“So much for ice cream, buddy.” Jax says, planting a kiss on Abel’s tiny forehead, glancing back up at his wife. Once he’s sure Abel is asleep, he smirks.  “If you really want some ice cream, I have some right here for you.” She scoffs and smacks his chest, chastising him for using that kind of language around their child.

“Jax, we are in charge of raising a man that might someday be president, you can’t talk like that when he’s around, or he might start, and Nadia already repeats everything we say.  Plus we need to be teaching him to respect women, not to thrust his genitals at them. How would you feel if someone did that to Nadia, Abel has to know that if he wouldn’t do it to his sister, he shouldn’t do it to another woman.” Y/n scolds, pushing Jax away. Jax makes his way out of the room to lay their son down.

“I’d kill them.” Jax says, coming to sit next to her on the couch.

“Jax, what? Kill who?”

“Any boy who thrusts his dick at my baby girl.” Jax replies, almost smuggly.

“What about when she starts dating, Jax? Or gets married? What are you gonna do then? Because ‘killing him’ would only upset Nadia, you need to teach her how MEN should treat their ladies, so she knows what to look for. Plus you are teaching Abel too, and I don’t want him treating women like that either, or thinking it is okay to treat someone like that if he decides that is what he wants from them.”  Y/n says, wrapping her fingers in his hair once he places his head in her lap.

“You’re right babe. I also need to teach them that even though daddy sometimes has to miss storytime, he still loves them.” Jax sighs, relishing in the feel of her fingers running through his hair.

“Jax they know that. Nadia picks the same book every night, you could probably call and read it to her. As far as Abel goes, maybe try having him to read to you, and helping him when he gets stuck, kind of like you do now, even though you can’t hold him.”

“You’re right baby. Now, I need to teach Abel when it’s okay to make inappropriate comments and when it’s not. He needs to understand that when Daddy says stuff like that to Mommy that he isn’t disrespecting her.”

“It is NEVER okay to make an inappropriate comment,” you smacked his shoulder. “Jax, I don’t mind them because I know that is how you are, but Abel shouldn’t be able to hear them, because you wouldn’t want to see Gemma and Clay saying things like that, would you?  You wouldn’t want him to do the same things to another little girl would you?”

“Oh, baby, I bet he will be saying stuff like that in no time. He’s going to have all the ladies fighting over him. He is his old man’s son after all.”  

“Jax, we have a chance to teach him right from wrong, and you want him to choose wrong? I’m okay with all the girls fawning over him, like the croweaters do with you, but I am not okay with the thought of him acting or saying something inappropriate to them. They have feelings too, Jax.”

“Fine, I won’t say those things around him.  But I can guarantee if he comes to me for advice with a girl. I will tell him the ins and outs of pleasing his lady.” Y/n smacks him on the shoulder.

“I could do that too. Ya know, it’s quite simple, you stick the P in the V. Maybe move it around a little, if you hit her just right, she’ll scream, boom, done, wear a condom kids.”

“Oh, so you don’t want me to tell him about that little thing I do with my mouth. You know the one I’m talking about?  You seemed to enjoy that quite a bit last night. I mean we can try your way if ya want, baby.” Jax grins.

“Jax, you can tell him whatever you want if I get to tell Nadia how to PROPERLY suck dick, you know, the way you seemed to enjoy last night.”

“Touche, how about we go do a repeat performance and in 10 years we can tell our kids about it?” Jax grins, leaning up and picking y/n up, tossing her over his shoulder, and running to the bedroom like a viking.

“Jax, quiet or you will wake the children.”

“I should be telling you that! I’m gonna have a bruise on my shoulder since you can’t seem to keep yourself quiet.”

“I think the kids want to go stay with their Grandma tonight so we can be as loud as we want, baby.”  y/n responds, pulling him into a crushing kiss. “We should wait until Gemma comes to pick up the kids. We wouldn’t want her to catch us in some sort of compromising condition. Plus it’ll build up the anticipation.”

“Whatever you say, Darlin’” Jax replies, getting up to get his phone to call Gemma while also trying to locate Abel’s Paw Patrol suitcase so there is enough stuff for what they need to take, and what Gemma decides they need.

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Dark Laughter Part 4: Be Good To Yourself

((Here are links to the last part, Part 3: Mirror Images, and the start of this series, Part 1: What Dark Saw if you want them!))

Mark sat alone at the kitchen table, one hand cupped around a mug of coffee that had turned lukewarm and was driving toward cold while he stared at the nearby phone. The kitchen was still and quiet, warmed by the sunlight streaming in through the windows and providing a welcome change after a long and restless night. Even in the morning light and with Tyler’s help last night, Mark still felt like a raw bundle of damaged and fragile nerves, as if any wrong move could send him spiraling back down again.

So maybe trying to call Dark first thing after he made his way downstairs had been a bad idea, even if the call never connected. But he wanted answers, and getting them now while you were still asleep had seemed the best way to do it, so he made another call and Dr. Iplier answered.

“No, I don’t know anything about that,” the doctor had answered, and Mark thought he heard a hint of strain in the ego’s voice as he added, “The Host is saying Dark left the house this morning.”

“He left? Where would he go?”

There was a pause on the other end, and Mark could almost make out the curt tone of the Host’s response if not the actual words before Dr. Iplier said, “Um. He didn’t say. Hold on, let me ask Google.”

There was a pause as the doctor held the phone to his chest, muffling the conversation that followed although Mark clearly heard Dr. Iplier say, “I am not going to repeat that.”

When Dr. Iplier returned, he sounded more tired than ever as he said, “We don’t know, but this isn’t the first time Dark’s gotten mad and disappeared. For all we know he just goes into that other place of his until he calms down, but he always comes back eventually.”

As much as they wished he wouldn’t, Mark thought to himself, but he asked, “Does anyone know why he was upset?”

Another pause.

“Stress?” Dr. Iplier sounded unsure even as he repeated the word and then sighed. “Mark, can I let you go? The Host…overdid it this morning and I really need to check his eyes and change these bandages.”

“Sure,” Mark said and let the doctor hang up on him.

Leaving him staring at the phone and with more questions than he started out with.

Clearly, something was going on at the ego house, but the more Mark thought about it, the less certain he was that he could do anything about it. It sounded like the trouble was centered on Dark, as it usually was, so if he was out of the picture for the moment, then maybe Mark could wait and let the egos calm down before trying to get in the middle of it.

You would just make things worse, anyways.

Mark brushed the thought away when he heard footsteps on the stairs alongside the clatter of claws and managed a smile as Chica came barreling into the kitchen to greet him ahead of you.

“Look who finally dragged themselves out of bed,” he said as you went straight for the waiting coffee pot.

“You’re one to talk,” you answered. Once you poured yourself a cup and turned around to face him, Mark was sharply reminded of so many mornings in his college days, when he would come out of his room to find you chatting with Damien, leaning against a counter and hugging a mug or glass of some kind to you as if it held the secret to overcoming yet another long night caught up in studying or working or whatever project you thought worth dedicating more time and energy than you had to yet again. Even if you didn’t remember those days, some of those old habits still came through in the most unexpected moments. Usually when he had no idea how to respond to them, like now.

“You look as tired as I feel,” you said, snapping Mark out of his thought. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a rough night,” he said, not quite making eye contact with you as you stared at him over your coffee. “You?”

“I slept fine,” you said, but the yawn that immediately followed said otherwise. “Still too tired to figure out what this text message from Wilford is supposed to mean. You got any idea?”

You walked over and showed Mark your phone, and this close he couldn’t help but notice the red in your eyes, highlighted by the faint circles underneath. He seriously doubted you “slept fine”, but didn’t push as he took your phone and looked at the text message in question.

“…This is just a bunch of emojis.” Mark started to scroll up and caught himself in time. “What were you two talking about before this?”

“Nothing, he just sent me this out of the blue this morning,” you said, sitting down at the table next to Mark. “Normally he just calls, if he even has the patience for that. Every other text from him is just pictures of cute animals he’s seen, or memes Bing sent him that he doesn’t understand.”

You paused and added, “At least, I don’t think he understands them? I don’t know, it’s Wilford.”

“Well, there’s your answer,” Mark said, but he looked at the line of emojis all the same. Aside from a few random ones thrown in, such as a winky kissy face and a knife emoji, they were all animals, as if Wilford had just gone to that section and started typing randomly. Everything from a lion and monkey to a zebra and a chicken. “Oh, maybe he wants to go to the zoo with you?”

“Yeah, like we’re allowed back in there,” you said, taking your phone back and frowning down at the message. You were fairly sure that if he was talking about the zoo, there definitely would have been a penguin surrounded by red “no” symbols or something.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“…Well, you know Wilford, he’s been kicked out of just about everywhere,” you said, suddenly very focused on your phone and not looking Mark’s way at all.

“But you said ‘we.’”

“And I’ve reminded him about a hundred times we’d go somewhere tomorrow, maybe take Eric with us if he feels like it, and there’s no way he’d want to go to the zoo.”

He started to point out that you still hadn’t actually answered the question when his own phone rang. A picture of Amy popped up and as he lunged for his phone Mark saw you grin out of the corner of his eye.

“Hey Amy,” he said, his attempt to sound cool failing when you laughed.

“Hey Mark,” she said, but even over the phone Mark could hear her concern. “I just talked to Tyler, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just give me a moment,” Mark said, trying to maintain the calm and cool tone as he stood and walked out of the room.

You didn’t look up from your phone, still trying to make heads or tails of the text message. Maybe Mark had been right the first time; it wasn’t the weirdest thing Wilford had sent you, after all. You backed out of the message to check the other one you had received this morning.

Looks like rain tonight. Are you still up for it?

You looked at the bright sunlight streaming in and checked the weather app on your phone.

After a moment of hesitation, you sent a text back: It’s just a stakeout, right?

The response: Shouldn’t even have to leave the car. Might not even go that late, but thot you should know.

You stared at that typo for a second before another message came from Abe:

*thought

You smiled and responded: It’s only rain. I’ll be fine.

His only response was a time followed by a line of emoji, starting with a car and rain drops before devolving into some winky faces, a couple of detective emojis, a flashlight, cameras, and other random emojis including for some reason a pineapple.

When Mark returned to the kitchen, he found you still on your phone, your gaze distant as the screen started to darken.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” You blinked and looked at him just as the screen went dark and locked. “Oh, sorry, I was just looking at the weather for tonight.”

“Yeah, we’re supposed to get a lot of rain,” he said. “You know how it is in LA, either none at all or all at once.”

You smiled, but Mark noticed that you still opened your phone and looked at the weather app again as if to confirm what you had just seen as you asked, “How’s Amy?”

“Good,” Mark said, and added, “Great. We’re thinking about spending the day together, just taking a break to unwind.”

And even just saying the words, Mark realized how much he was longing for just that. Some time to clear his head, that’s all he needed.

The rest of the morning and the drive into town was uneventful, but as you and Mark waited on the street corner outside of the parking garage, he felt the need to say again, “You can come with us, if you want to.”

You blinked and looked at him, once again as if you were returning from somewhere miles away to say, “Nah, I’m fine. I promised Abe I’d hang out with him on his stakeout, remember? Besides, you and Amy should have some alone time together.”

Mark remembered, but that didn’t mean he was thrilled at the idea of you going on a case with the Detective. “Dr. Iplier said you should be relaxing and trying to de-stress—this sounds like not that. Besides, I don’t see why he needs company, if it’s just to watch a building.”

“Says the guy who likes to have someone else in the room with him while he’s editing his videos so he doesn’t feel lonely,” you said.

“Well, that’s just completely the same thing and not at all helping my argument,” Mark said, earning a chuckle from you even as he felt a stab of embarrassment. After all of that time with a shard of your mirror in his recording room, it did feel weird to be alone in there again. It was too quiet, or at least that’s what he told you the first time he invited you to hang out in the room while he worked, even if it was just to read or play a game of your own on the other computer. He was saved from further comment when he spotted a familiar face in the crowd and waved, jumping up and down as if she hadn’t already spotted them. “Amy! Over here!”

As she made her way closer, Mark leaned over to you and whispered, “Between you and me, I think I love her. Keep it a secret, okay?”

“I don’t know, Amy’s pretty smart. I think she might already know,” you said and he laughed.

Mark was so focused on sweeping Amy up into a hug and talking to her that he failed to notice when the Detective arrived. He just turned around one moment and Abe was there, laughing and chatting with you like he had always been there.

Abe’s smile faded slightly when he caught Mark’s stare, but he was polite enough greeting Amy before saying, “Well, Partner? You ready to go?”

“Hang on Abe, can I talk to you for a minute?” Mark said, the question slipping out as soon as he thought it. “Privately?”

“Uh, sure,” Abe said, with a side glance at you before he followed Mark a short distance away.

As they walked away, Mark heard Amy whisper something to you before a laugh you couldn’t stop in time slipped out. He tried hard not to think about that and focus on what he was actually going to say, but once they were out of earshot Abe was the first to speak.

“Are you okay Mark?”

“What, did Tyler talk to everyone this morning?” Mark asked weakly.

Abe frowned. “No? You just look off today. Is something going on?”

“I’m just…” Mark struggled for words to describe even half of what had been running through his mind since that call from Dark last night, and settled for, “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.”

“…Yeah, I get that,” Abe said. The detective reached into a jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette, but with a glance in your direction he seemed to think better of it and put it back. “We’ve all got our demons. I know how much I need someone to snap me out of it when I start to fall back into those old roles we used to play. Listen, Mark, if you ever need help, don’t be afraid to ask. Got it?”

“That has to be the third time I’ve heard that today,” Mark said. He rubbed at the side of his neck, brushing away just one of so many old pains. “Thank you. But I came over here to ask you to keep an eye on Y/N.”

“I always do that,” Abe said. “Can’t take my eyes off them.”

There was a small pause.

“In a good way.”

Mark winced and gave a hissing exhale before saying, “Yeah, not making it any better. How long is this stakeout supposed to go for?”

Abe shrugged. “No clue, but I’ll bring them home once we’re done. Safe and sound, promise.”

He put a reassuring hand on Mark’s shoulder and they went back to rejoin you and Amy, where you were laughing over the mannequin display in a nearby store’s window. As you turned back around to face them, Mark caught a glimpse of your reflections in the glass and stopped short, feeling the air leave his lungs as quickly as if he had just been punched in the stomach.

“Mark?” you asked and he blinked, the memory of what he had seen gone but leaving behind a deep uneasiness. You stepped back in surprise when Mark suddenly moved toward you before leaning into his hug.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” Mark said. It was with a wrench of effort that he let go and watched you walk away with the Detective.

He startled when Amy slipped her hand into his and then relaxed, even managing a smile. He didn’t know why he had said it, or why it felt so important to tell you that before you walked away. But then he also didn’t expect it to hurt when you held the hug for just a breath longer to add, “Same goes for you, Mark. Be good to yourself today.”

((End of Part 4. Thanks as always for reading! And hey, same thing goes for you: Be good to yourself today, okay?

In case you prefer the visual, here’s Wilford’s text:

🦁🦊🐶🐵🦆🐻😘🔪😘🐯🐺🐰🦉🐷🐮🐔

And Abe’s line of emojis:

🚘🌧💦☔️😉😉 😉🕵️‍♂️🕵️‍♂️🔦📷📸⛓🥃🚬🌡🍍

And here’s a link to Part 5: Pointless Things

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Ashamed

Another 3 days and she hadn’t seen him. She loved Jinyoung, his voice was divine, but these days drove her crazy.

She was just getting home from work when he called her making kissing noises into the phone. “I’m assuming you’re alone?” She held the phone between her shoulder and ear, taking off her shoes off.

"Yes, but even if I wasn’t. What are you doing?“ She heard him rummaging through a cabinet.

"I just got home, I’m tired. Are you coming to see me tonight?” She could use some Jinyoung therapy to lull her into a deep sleep.

"I can’t. I’m just taking a break right now from practice baby. We might be practicing half the night.“ He sighed heavily into the phone.

"I wish I could watch.” She opened the fridge grabbing a water bottle.

"You’d be bored, trust me.“ He burped into the phone, laughing when she called him disgusting.

"Let’s have breakfast tomorrow morning. It’s Saturday, you aren’t working."

"Ok, where?” He told her where, and she wrote down the address on a note pad.

They talked for a while, saying their I love yous before hanging up the phone. He sent her a picture of him smiling, and then one of him blowing her a kiss. She smiled looking at his face going into the bathroom. Deciding to send him a few risky pics before her shower. She snapped a few pictures of her in her bra, then peeking behind the shower curtain. Setting the phone down she took a shower, and when she got out the few texts she received were reprimands for making him not being able to concentrate on practicing.

The next morning, she dressed in a button up tank and high waisted shorts. A long sleeve kimono wrap and sandals finished the deal. Looking at herself one more time, she checked her hair and makeup making her way to the address he gave her. The diner was small and intimate, as it was close to brunch it was nearly empty. She walked inside to see Jinyoung sitting at a far booth in the back, waiting. He looked up and saw her, she knew he was smiling under his mask. Taking her hand, Jinyoung moved the mask to kiss her hand, helping her into a booth.

"Good morning, beautiful.“ She slid into the booth, feeling the heat under the skin.

"Good morning, handsome.” He reached under the table bringing one of her legs into his lap, running the skin he found there.

The two talked a bit, Jinyoung continuously rubbing her leg. They ordered crepes and the food had just come when Jinyoung’s phone began to ring. He rolled his eyes looking at the screen.

"I have to take this, hold on.“ She sighed stirring her coffee waiting for him to finish.

"I just started…now? Are you sure? Ugh, yea hyung ok. Bye.” Jinyoung hung up the phone, looking at her. “Bad news."

She took a bite of her crepe shaking her head. "Nope, don’t wanna hear it. Eat."

He reached across the table, taking her hand. "I have to go. If we practice now, we won’t have to tomorrow. We have interviews tomorrow and a small fan special."

She rolled her eyes, taking her leg from his grasp. "We haven’t seen each other much. So, I can’t see you tomorrow. What about the next day?"

Jinyoung sighed. "Come with me then."

"To the dance studio? To watch you practice?” This was an exciting prospect.

“Yes. You can watch us practice, and say hello to the guys. You can eat with us and I’ll take you home, and try to stay for a little after. That way we still had today. Is that ok?"

She tried to pretend to be upset, looking disinterested before smiling at him. "Yes."

Jinyoung asked for the food to be packaged up, finishing off his coffee as they both got up and exited the diner. He put a hat on his head pulling it low as they signaled a taxi, heading back to the JYP building. Once inside, he removed his mask, taking her face in one hand he turned her mouth towards his for a kiss, leading the way to the practice room. The guys greeted her one by one. Yugyeom and Mark waving hello, JB hugging her and BamBam and Jackson trying to get her attention, making her laugh to irritate their hyung. She sat down in a corner, watching the boys start their practice.

She loved watching Jinyoung dance. He was so confident in his steps, moving in time to the music. He looked her way every time he could, making a kissy face or winking at her.

It made her feel special that he even brought her here. That he was shamelessly flirting with her in front of his friends. After about an hour they stopped for a break, Jackson coming up to her.

"Jinyoung is a good dancer, but I think I’m better. I know you were watching me.” He winked at her sitting down next to her draping an arm across her shoulders.  

“You are a good dancer. I like watching Yugyeom more though.” That earned a blush from the young man, a scoff from Jackson and a glare her way from Jinyoung.

"Eyes on me only,“ Jinyoung said, walking over to flick Jackson on the head. "Hands off, my woman."

They all laughed. JB shaking his head, as she stood up facing Jinyoung. "Where’s the bathroom?"

"Down the hall, second door on the right.” He made motions with his hands. “Want me to show you?"

"No, rest. I’ll be fine.” She answered, walking out the door.

The JYP building seemed quiet this morning. She pictures it a more hustle and bustle kind of place. With many groups moving in and out of the place, or at least like her building. As she exited the bathroom, a frosted glass door caught her attention. Specifically, the sound of the voice coming from it. Was that Jinyoung? It was, he seemed annoyed talking to the female voice inside. She knew she shouldn’t listen, but the curiosity overwhelmed her. Slowing down her pace she stopped behind the door, listening.

"Why did you bring her here?“

"She’s my girlfriend, I haven’t seen her in 3 days, and she doesn’t like when we don’t spend time together.” She heard Jinyoung's characteristic growl when he was upset.

"I don’t like having an issue on my hands like last time. You were seen with her, and we had to pull damage control.“ She recognized that voice from some of his phone calls. It was his manager.

Jinyoung sighed heavily speaking again. “Please don’t be so dramatic, it wasn’t bad. No one saw her face, and it was over within a week. In reality, I love my fans, but they need to know I’m human. I have a life too."

"You have a life that is Got7 right now. I want her gone. Do something with her. Just…take her out the back door.” The way she said the last part made her hair stand on end.

Take her out the back door? Like she was some sort of embarrassment? Biting her lip, she shook her head wanting to hear Jinyoung tell her no. Instead, she felt her heart sinking.

"Fine. We’ll leave through the back.“ Her heart fell into her stomach, breath hitching in her throat.

Looking down at her hands they felt weak. She had her purse in one hand and phone in the other. Damn him, and damn that bitch. She held back the tears, walking towards the elevator. If it was an issue she could leave, that’s fine. Outside the building, she took a deep breath watching the people go by. It was cheaper to take the train and she would think while she went home. Something had to give.

What she didn’t hear was Jinyoung tell the manager that he was sick of this. He would bring her again, and she would leave when he did, that was the end of the discussion. He went back to the practice room and noticed she wasn’t back.

"Where is >>>?” Everyone shrugged, Mark telling him she hadn’t been back in the room yet.

Jinyoung went to the female bathroom knocking on the door. When no answer came he waited, knocking again. No one came out. Annoyed he took his phone from his pocket and attempted to call her. No answer. He called 4 times, texting her as he waited for her to pick up. Annoyed, he held his phone tight, clenching his teeth. Once she was home she looked down at the missed calls, feeling slightly guilty that she didn’t answer his calls or texts. She sat down on the couch, head in her hands trying to figure out what all this meant. Her place in this world, and in this place with him. A few hours later a knock on her door sounded.

It was rough, Jinyoung’s loud voice outside the door. “Open the door. I know you’re in there. You left! Without saying anything! Didn’t answer my calls!”

He kept banging, and she ran to the door just to get him to stop. Keeping the chain on the door she opened it enough to see him. “Jinyoung. Stop."

He took a step back, angry scowl on his face. "Me? Stop? Open the door. What’s wrong with you?"

Blinking to keep from crying she sighed. "I left to save your repetition. To keep you from having to take me out the back. Don’t wanna upset massa."

"Massa? What’s that mean?” Gears clicked in his head as he realized that she heard the conversation between him and the manager.

"Slaves used to call the master that. I’m guessing you can see why I’m upset. Having a history of being made to do those things.“

Jinyoung sighed leaning his head against the door. "It wasn’t like that Jagi. She used the wrong words, but did you even hear what I said after that? She says the wrong things, but she means well. She was trying to stop another outrage.”  

She had turned her face away from the door, snapping back now as he said that. “What outrage?"

Without thinking Jinyoung answered. "Over…I don’t care. Just open the door."

"No. I-I need to be alone, Jinyoung. I need to be alone right now to think. Sort out how I feel about everything."

Jinyoung took a step back looking at her. His eyes pleading. "Jagi, stop. Let me in, so I can soothe you.” He reached through the door crack touching her face with his fingertips.

"Not today. Just, let me do this.“ He understood. Or at least he thought he did, stepping away from the door, he watched her close it.

Hands in his pockets. He stood there awhile wondering if she was on the other side of the door. Placing a hand on it, he sighed whispering close to the wood and hoping she heard him. "I love you."

With the release of a new song, Jinyoung was very busy. He texted and called every night at the same time as he usually did. She didn’t seem to be so into their phone calls at first. but he managed to make her laugh and she still told him she loved him. She was standing with her back to the door when she closed it. She had heard him say that he loved her.He sent flowers to her job every day he didn’t see her. He signed the cards: Park JinYoung. One set of flowers contained 2 dozen white roses, and in the middle was a single red rose. The card attached read:

I’ll stop loving you when the last flower dies.

                        -Park JinYoung

The catch was the red rose, in the group was made of metal. It wouldn't wilt like the rest. She smiled reading the card, taking the red flower out feeling how lightweight it was. It carried the hint of some perfumed fragrance, and she set it on her desk on top of the card.

In truth, she was a foreigner here in Korea. She had a great paying job, at a wonderful firm. That was just one place, there was still sexism in the world and yes in Korea. There was still an air of colorism and distrust of anything new. Sure, in the US there were mixed couples and no one usually batted an eye, but here? This was new and she knew she needed to understand that. Girls could be crazy for their idols. They actually did call them idols here. Jinyoung was worshiped, all of the Kpop and Krap guys were. To her, it was a bit disturbing sometimes, how into their lives these girls could be. Was this the life she wanted? Constant shows and interviews. Tours. The Korean population could erupt against Jinyoung should they not accept his relationship, and surely his label would drop him if it became a problem. She sighed in all this thinking, nights alone to really contemplate about what she wanted. Her job was one that wasn’t on a contract she should do what she want. Could she really go home and forget all this? Forget him? Would he even come for her? A sexual harassment case erupted at her job, so she was on damage control trying to sort that out, and next thing she knew it was 2 weeks before she saw Jinyoung in person and not on face time.

She came home one evening tired, and annoyed, to see a pink box in front of her door. She picked it,up opening the card on top, to see that it was from Jinyoung. Inside was a nightie. If that. A piece of material white in color, that was lace and a garter belt. She grinned shaking her head, hand on the door as she heard Jinyoung’s voice.

“I can’t wait to see you in it.” He startled her and she jumped, the box falling from her hands.

Rushing over he picked up the material, placing it back inside to stand and look at her. “Would you like to go on a small day trip with me? 2 days actually.”

He smiled at her, lips so pink, teeth so white. She smelled his cologne and felt herself falling all over again. He knew what he was doing, hands-on hers as he opened her door and lead her inside the apartment.

“Where are we going?” Taking off her shoes she, walked to her room setting everything on the bed.

“Starting right now, I’m on a bit of vacation. We finished a music video for the song, everything is done for a while. I want to take you to a couples spa. Just us. Let’s forget our cares, and just relax. I need it. So do you.” He started unbuttoning her blouse, lips on her neck.

“And if I say no?” She peeled her arms from the sleeves, turning around as his hands unzipped her skirt pushing the pencil fit material down her legs.

“You won’t. You want to go, and you want to spend time with me.” Jinyoung’s hands found her breasts, cupping them, he deftly did away with the material that covered them massaging the orbs.

She turned around, moving from his grasp to sit down on her bed removing her jewelry. “A couples spa?”

Jinyoung moved toward the window opening the blinds enough that the full moon outside shown in. He cut the lights off, moving back towards the bed removing his clothes.

“Yes. I figured it would be something you like. Intimate, quiet, tranquil. massages and all that.” His slacks came off his legs, standing in the moonlight in his boxers.

She looked up and down his chest, heart racing in her chest as she realized the spell he had over her. He licked his lips watching her body, as she scooted back on her bed. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are in the moonlight, >>>?”

“Only what you tell me.” She lifted her legs, giving him a glimpse of what he wanted to see.

His breath caught in his throat he climbed on top of the bed, and over her lips meeting. She kissed him, hands coming to either side of his face, she craved this, craved him. Was this some sort of punishment? Was his ability to bewitch her like this something unique to him or just her stupidity in loving him? Either way, she gasped as his hands found her sweet spot, hoping that it was the former.

Chapter Four

[lupienne]

Days of his Wives (19)

Negan X Wives. Hopefully-not-forever WIP. Chronological reading not really required. (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18)

Chapter 19: Greater Good (in which Amber grins and bares it)

After Mark’s burning, Amber struggles to continue being a ‘wife’ to Negan. In a few scenes not posted/finished, Amber has several awkward moments with him intimately, and Negan asks if Amber really wanted to stay and wants an answer sooner than later. (Smut)

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'I want a fucking answer.'

It was best to answer Negan with action. Amber laid in her bed. The ceiling was a blur before her eyes. She laid there for an hour... or maybe several. The light was hitting one wall when she laid down, and it had shifted to another when she got up.

What's my action?

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was bed-headed, but it looked good that way, like she'd just gotten laid hard and rough.

'You're fucking crying... you don't want me to touch you.'

Her form blurred before her eyes.

She could do this action: Go to the closet. Get a regular shirt and jeans and her coat, and walk out the door. Wave goodbye to the girls. Go back to Mark, and let the world have its way with him. And hope that Negan wasn't lying when he said she could leave, that she could go back to work, and earn her points as everyone else did.

She pictured Negan from last night. Looking at her with those earnest eyes, his hands clasped together. And the night earlier, when he'd stopped when she'd screamed, the way he had kept his touch off her.

'Why didn't you just fucking leave, instead of embarrassing us all?'

His hand, holding the Iron. His jaw clenched, the slight way he'd shaken his head at her. His eyes, disapproving, disappointed.

I think I could walk out. I think I always could.

She sniffed, wiping her hand over her face. There was no greater fear... than the fear of the unknown. And it still crawled in her belly, and haunted her mind.

'I want to be here.'

'You'd better start showing it.'

She moved. Action. Opening her night table, pulling out the red satin bra and panties. She pulled off her plain lingerie and put on her scarlet letter, the attire she'd worn when she'd created this entire mess with Mark, and...what she would wear to make it right.

Nothing can make this right. But... I have to try.

She walked through the sitting room, then into the bathroom with vacant, light steps, like she was not in her body, like she was not there at all.

She opened the top drawer, reaching past contraceptives and kink gear, closing her hand around the bottle of lube. Strawberry Heaven. The bottle was sticky, and she unscrewed it with a grimace. She hated the smell. She hated the artifice of it.

I've got to fake it long enough. I've got to act it out so convincingly that even I'll believe it.

Her fingers slid beneath her panties and created lust and longing. Wet heat that smelled like berries and sugar. But if he noticed, she doubted he'd care.

She leaned into the mirror, cheeks cherry red. He liked her blush; loved her hair tousled. She stuck her lower lip out in a pout. That was going overboard.

I hate myself.

Stop it. Don't say that. Don't even think-

don't think about anything.

She adjusted her lingerie set, making sure her cleavage was pushed up perfectly. She gave a final kissy-face to the mirror. Time to fulfill her mission - one battle in a never-ending war.

The girls were still involved in their cards, but Nova's eyes tracked her. Amber ignored her, opening Negan's door just wide enough to slip in, before shutting it quietly behind her.

Warmth flowed over her skin. He'd pulled a chair up to the fireplace. Plaid pajama pants stretched out, the soles of his feet getting roasted. He seemed perfectly still, book held up to his view. Bare arms, bare chest.

"Have you figured that book out yet? 'The Art of War'?"

"All warfare is based on deception," he said. "I think that's a point to remember."

She couldn't agree more. Thighs sticky with deceit. Meeting his fire-flickered gaze. These bedroom eyes always lied.

Negan tilted his head, watching her curiously. The firelight diffuse, softening him, casting his muscles into stunning, shadowy relief. Like the sculptures of Michelangelo, masculine beauty chiseled from hard stone, made soft, made flesh.

Hot. He looks super hot.

That, at least, wasn't a lie. She could take that and run with it.

See. Don't think. Feel. Don't feel.

Her hand slid slowly up her stomach. She turned her back to him, fingers expertly unhooking her bra, languidly extending her arm to let it fall. Turning back to him, arms crossed over the soft flesh.

Her neck tilted lazily to the side, blond strands tickling her shoulder.

He watched her. The wolf and the deer. The doe stretching her arms up lazily, body curved to the side in an elegant arc. Her skin stroked by shadows, darkness under the swell of her naked breasts.

The wolf had gold and blood eyes, the wolf had gleaming fangs. He smiled as she approached with swaying hips. "Are you deceiving me?"

She pressed against his knees, looking down with hooded eyes. Mouth slightly open, her tongue licking upon her lower lip. A wet pout. "Why do you ask? Are we at war?"

She lit her fingers on the book, gently pulling. He relented, letting her take it away. She bent her knees, lithe and graceful. Setting the book onto the floor, straightening up with her eyes on his.

"I don't know, Amber..." His voice was a low rumble. "You certainly seem to be fighting me."

"Not anymore..." She whispered, casting her eyes down. She reached out to grasp his shoulder, holding on so she could climb into his lap.

She stroked his chest, moving her hands slowly up to his cheek. Kissing his slightly scratchy chin; she ran a finger along the stubble-sharp length of his jaw. "You need to shave," she whispered.

"Yeah..." His hands settled onto her waist. Her hour-glass waist, so slender and lovely, those big hands nearly able to touch fingers when they encircled her. His breath hitched slightly.

She kissed up his jaw and to his ear, gently tugging the lobe in her teeth. Laying her cheek against his warm, soft hair. His hands were sliding upwards, cupping a breast in each palm.

He smells good... he's warm...

She desperately grasped for the positive.

I have to see him as a lover...If I'm gonna make it through this...I have to... love him...

Those fucking fingers, softly pinching her nipples, rubbing them, they had curled around the Iron, they had-

How can I love him – how can I even -

She blinked hard, and took his face in her gentle hands. Staring into his eyes, she saw no protest, so she dropped her lips to his, slid in her tongue, moaned into the depths of him...

Like screaming down the trapdoor to Hell, what the fuck is going to echo back up to me...?

Lucifer had originally been an angel. He'd been beautiful. He was something you could've loved – maybe you still could. If you could see past all his transgressions -

She shifted in his lap, grinding her pelvis against him, feeling the hardening lump underneath her. The sticky lube getting pleasantly warm...her own wetness beginning to flow now.

He turned his head away from her kiss to regain his breath. His profile was beautiful in its refinement; the elegant sweep of nose, his fine brow, hair dark as storm clouds, eyes like copper... Be shallow. Just see him. The outside. Don't look deeper, don't think deeper, don't remember what he's done, don't even remember what you've done, just...

shut everything down, just-

Her lips to the beating pulse in his neck. Sliding wetly to his ear, her breathy words traveling the pathways of his nerves. "Fuck me," she whispered, "I want you to fuck me..."

That's all I have to do.

His hands slid up her thighs, tightened on her ass. His mouth opened like he was going to say something, and she kissed him again – Just shut up, Negan.

She rocked on his trapped member, sliding wet cloth up and down...he wouldn't be able to stand this teasing much longer. His breath was heavy when she took her mouth away. Her hand slid down, fingers slithered beneath his pants. Just a light brush of her fingers on his hot flesh, then she withdrew them.

"Ok..." he breathed. "...Yeah." Whether or not he had misgivings over her change in behavior... that was a moot point. He was on her battlefield now, and she held the higher ground.

She slipped off of him, just long enough to strip off her underwear, and then she was back on his lap again, reaching both hands into his pants.

It's not him I have to deceive... it's me.

He only cared about consent. Love meant nothing. Any connection beyond physical was too much for him.

This should be so easy then. I can make him anything I want. He's a blank slate. All I have to do is paint my picture on him.

Her hands clenched around his dick, pulling it free. Pushing it onto his belly, writhing her wet folds up and down its length, just teasing...oh feel that slick wetness, those strawberry fields, all the way up to the tip, all the way down to the balls.

His hips jerked at the apex of her grinding, trying to penetrate, but she slid down again. "Not so fast," she whispered. "I want to go slow... I want to really feel you." Her lips on his neck again, suckling a reddening love mark.

Love Mark... Mark... can that be my picture... can I pretend he's Mark? She closed her eyes and rocked on him, one hand stroking his hair.

Mark had long hair of blond, textured like a horse's mane. No! Now his hair is fine and silken and short, the pelt of a rottweiler. Mark had the smell of cloves and cheap laundry detergent. No, now he's a wood fire and a leather coat! Mark's body, so slender and soft and reedy? No, he's hardened muscles and long, tall bones, his hands sliding up my back, big and rough, no...Mark's hands aren't like that, Mark is not-

Deceit! This is a war! Deceive yourself, now.

It was getting hot between them; she felt the sweat rising. "Oh..." he groaned, and tried to still her movements, his hands holding her hips in place. She pressed her forehead to his, eyes on his, Christ, there was no deceit to be had there. She couldn't pretend those depths- all rich chocolate and cinnamon- were anything like Mark's -

Can you feel it? The thick shaft pushing into her, her walls clenching so snug and wet around it, every inch enveloped in her warmth. Can you feel me... feeling you...?

She had to close her eyes now, pressing her face into the junction of his shoulder. His hands settling on her waist, moving her hips in slow circles. She shuddered, moaned into his skin, damp from her fluttering breaths.

It feels good...

She wanted to whisper his name. Mark. It almost slipped past her lips and she had to tighten them closed, changing it to a whimper.

"Isn't this better...?" he rasped against her neck, his tongue trailing her salty skin. "When you're not fighting me?"

Please don't talk.. Mark's voice wasn't that low, earth-moving rumble. How could she pretend when he wouldn't shut his mouth?

He moved her faster upon him, and she angled her hips so his length hit lovely spots inside. Another name bitten back. She kept her eyes closed, moaning as he kissed and sucked her neck.

How can I pretend anyway? Her hands on his shoulders, muscles hard as rock, chiseled from granite.

Even at his gentlest, Negan was not Mark. She could close her eyes. Close her ears. But the feel.. he was too hot, too fierce, too big... She shuddered. A dire wolf to a cocker spaniel, a nuclear bomb to a grenade.

His hands slid up her back and he was being sweet, he was kissing the soft spot on the underside of her jaw, purring, telling her how good she felt.

And that was good, because it meant he would keep her, it meant she could be of use. I failed you, Mark, I hurt you, but I'm not going to let it be in vain. She clamped her hands down on his shoulders, pulling her face out of his neck. Time to give this asshole his money's worth. She writhed and rocked and rode him until they were both groaning from the slick glorious friction.

"Amber..." he was breathless. "Yeah...that's so fucking good... fuck..."

Yes, good. That's what you are...my good deed.

Those eyes, predator eyes, those hands, the hands of a killer.

You're my necessary evil.

She ground down on him, driving him in deep. Sweat glittering from the exertion and the roaring fire behind her.

Good...good! ..you're my greater good.

She gave him her answer, her final decision as her traitorous body writhed on this man. As her walls clenched and pulsed around him, as he released inside her. She cried his name to the ceiling, the stars, and all within earshot. The name of her savior, the only name that mattered. The only one that could save Mark.

"Negan!"

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"Ok. Way too fucking hot." Negan scooped her spent body from where it draped onto his chest. He tottered over to the bed. "Damn, babe, you made my knees fuckin' weak." He laughed and set her on the mattress.

She curled up, distinctly aware of the air moving in the room, cool across her sweaty skin.

"I guess you're staying then?"

She wished he didn't have to be so dense about everything. I just rode you like a show horse, you idiot. I put on your favorite red lingerie. What the hell do you think?

"Yeah, Negan," she pressed her face to his black blanket. "I'm staying."

[kawaiibobatea-blog]

Trouble Chapter 07: Hate

He couldn’t believe that it had come to this. After everything that had happened over the past decade, all the relationships that had been made and fostered throughout the years, it was all broken in such a small time. When he first had left the Underground with the rest of his friends, he couldn’t have fathomed that the relationship he had made with the human would have been reduced to smoldering ashes.

in hind sight, perhaps it would’ve been better if i hadn’t gotten close to the kid.

He had adhered to the promise that was made to Toriel; taking care of the child and watching over her. She had been a stoic little kid, honestly, a pain in his tailbone. Either way, the thought of her ending up like the other kids had kept him going. Whether it was because she was something special—with her determination—or whether it was because it was the promise he had made remains to be seen. Even now, ten years later, he refused to think too deep into it lest his mind wander to some place it shouldn’t.

Shaking his head, like it would erase the thoughts like an etch-a-sketch, he gripped onto the remote and turned on the TV that resided in his room. Focusing his thoughts on something else only hit him with another problem; Fall. A nice girl. Genuinely sweet. So, it wouldn’t have been a problem thinking about her… normally. Unfortunately, this wasn’t normal.

She had been drunk by the time he had taken her home. It was rather difficult for her to walk, but she didn’t live too far from Grillby’s. Normally, he would’ve teleported to bring someone home, but she was already nauseous, so he was worried in doing so she would expel everything from her body. He had stayed there with her and made sure that she was securely in bed with everything that she needed before he started to head out. Not many things could make him stop in his tracks, but she had done so.

“Frisk loves you.”

Frisk? Loved him? Preposterous. He had wanted to scoff and argue back that it couldn’t be further from the truth. She hated him in fact. However, a drunken Fall wouldn’t be able to have a conversation about this. It was debatable if she would even remember it the morning. The girl didn’t know what she was saying, it was just a jumble of insecurities coming out in a breath of slurs. There was a time, what felt like centuries ago, where he would’ve maybe believed the words of a drunken woman.

not now… it never was. just the—no… there was no purpose now. leave it be.

He had been so lost in his thoughts and staring at the TV that he hadn’t noticed Papyrus calling his name. He only realized that his attention should’ve been elsewhere when the battle body his brother wore had appeared between him and the TV that he wasn’t really watching.

“SANS!”

“paps.”

“DON’T PAPS ME BROTHER! I HAVE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR FIVE WHOLE MINUTES!”

“… sorry.” Sans apologized, replacing the frown that had been on his face back to his perpetual smile that he faked more than was healthy. “what did ya need?”

“I HEARD FROM ALYPHS THAT THERE WAS SOMETHING ON THE TELEVISION THAT WAS OF INTEREST. SINCE THE GARLIC BREAD SMOKE BROKE OUR TV IN THE LIVING ROOM, I CAME IN HERE TO SEE IF WE COULD WATCH IT TOGETHER.”

something interesting on television? paps could be watching a blank screen and think it was interesting. nothing of interest really happened in Ebott City and he liked it that way.

“ya think that maybe alphys was talking about that anime that she was waiting to come back on?”

“YOU MEAN MEW MEW KISSY CUTIE 3? OH! VERY SMART BROTHER! THAT COULD BE IT!”

“why don’t you call and ask bro?”

“YES OF COURSE! IT’S NO WONDER THAT YOU’RE SO SMART WITH THE GREAT PAPYRUS AS YOUR BROTHER!” Papyrus left the room with his signature laugh. Sans’ smile turned genuine and his sockets never left the TV as he held up the phone that had been left on his bed. Just as he did so, he could hear the loud thunk of footsteps coming back to his room. “BROTEHR HAVE YOU-AH! THERE IT IS! YOU UH… YOU PASSED MY TEST! THIS WAS NONE OTHER THAN AN AMAZING PUZZLE CONCOTED BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS!” Quickly, he took his phone and headed back out again, shutting the door behind him.

Honestly, he couldn’t help but wonder what Alphys was really wanting Papyrus to watch. Granted, Papyrus was always a fan of the many anime he got to see on the surface, but why would he want to bring Sans into it? It was odd to say the least, but he figured Papyrus was taking things out of context like he usually did when he was on a phone call. It was better to talk to Papyrus in person that way he could be set straight at that moment or things could be clarified. Usually, Sans would go and call Alphys and try to figure out what was really meant, but he didn’t feel like it. He looked out the window at the moon high up in the sky. Anger filled his bones. The stars twinkled in the sky, all close to each other without a care in the world. Frowning, he pulled the curtains together so fast they flew over each other and almost ripped off their designated space.

“. . .” He rubbed a hand down his face and got on bed, pulling his blanket over his head and slamming his head against the pillow. The whole entire day had been ruined with that one question Fall has asked. Hopefully, when he woke up, it would all be different, and he could be just like he was and put this behind him. Closing his sockets did nothing but let the sinking feeling in his stomach move further. If he could throw up, he would’ve. Something wasn’t right… When he had feelings like this, it was usually correct. Foreboding in a way.

“Sans.”

“. . .”

“Sans!”

The skeleton’s attention was turned to the person in front of him; Grillby. He had zoned out there for a minute. It almost seemed like he was somewhere else. Hard to believe that he could get so into his head it seemed like he had went somewhere completely different; almost like teleporting, but just with the mind.

“sorry… what?”

“Your food.” Sans looked down at the burger and fries that were in front of him along with a bottle of ketchup.

“thanks, grillbs.”

The wooden walls echoed the sounds of laughter among the other patrons. None of them seemed concerned with the small scene at the bar. Or, perhaps, they were trying to stay out of it lest they get yelled at. Sans figured either were possible and tried to focus on the clanking of silverware against plates and glasses being picked up and put back down on the table but was interrupted by Grillby.

“How are you holding up, Friend?”

“fine.” Sans lied. Glancing up from the top of his sockets, he could see that his excuse didn’t fly. “i’ve… been better.”

Grillby wiped the glass while he stared at Sans. The older skeleton brother could tell his best friend was thinking. About what? Most likely what to say without setting him off. In the year that had passed, Sans had been showing up less and less to the familiar and happy establishment. It was hard to pretend that he was happy in public. The only place he felt truly happy anymore was when he was with his brother. The second was when he was with Fall. Neither of them had said they were dating, but Sans had stopped his promiscuous behavior and his drinking habit, and she was the reason for it.

“You know… you were the one who said it.” Grillby finally answered, which made Sans look away and towards the maroon curtains that were parted to show the beautiful night. Grillby was right, Sans had no right to complain or feel down. His friend had wondered why Frisk wasn’t showing up as much as she used to. It was hard to tell the flame elemental that Frisk had stood up for a human, especially one who had dissed his brother, but when he managed to get it all out Grillby had stopped, almost like the fire had went out and frozen. “You really don’t have a right to act upset at Frisk’s absence when you were the one that caused it.”

“. . .”

i know that…

“So-“

The bell marking an entrance by a customer echoed in the room. He didn’t turn around, just went rigid. The perfume that filled the air was unmistakable. In the year that had passed since their altercation, he had probably seen her all of three times. Hard to believe considering the town was so small. Then again, he holed himself up in his room, at Fall’s, or at the small part-time job he had. The squeak of the stool next to him sounded louder than anything he had ever heard before. Glancing out of the corner of his sockets, he saw her.

Frisk.

Something was… wrong with her. The toll of their shattered relationship had taken the toll on her as well, that much was obvious. As at odds at they were before, severing the relationship was something he hadn’t really thought of until that night. She looked… hollowed out. That would be the best way to describe it. She was staring ahead and not even trying to engage into a conversation. That was strange. Frisk was a pacifist, and always wanted everyone to live together in peace and harmony; a pacifist as well as an idealist. A quick glance at Grillby said that he seemed to notice it too. He stopped wiping the glass down and adjusted his glasses. Frisk barely moved in her seat and her eyes gently jolted to where Grillby was. Although, even though she was looking at him, her eyes more belayed the fact that she was looking through him.

“Frisk.”

“…”

“Frisk?”

Still the human didn’t answer. Sans leaned an elbow on the bar and had fully turned to look at her. Siding with a human or not, he didn’t like seeing her like this. Anyone, but her. It wasn’t like he really cared about her as she is now, but he tried to force himself to think of how she used to be in this moment. The same young woman who would come to his house in the middle of the night after she got a movie and want to watch it, the same young woman who would end up falling asleep halfway into the movie because of the long walk from her house to his. The same young woman who was once a kid who would sit on his lap while she would read kid’s books.

“Frisk.” Grillby tried again, moving in her vision to see if that would startle her to become aware. When that didn’t work, Sans sighed and rolled his sockets trying to play it off like it was annoying, and he didn’t care. He took a French fry from his plate and tossed it at her, hitting her in the face. The sensation jolted her and she let out a sound of something between shock and fear. “Hey, are you alright?”

“W-What?” Frisk asked, blinking and looking around freezing again when her gaze locked onto Sans.

“ya back with us, kid?”

“… Sans-“

“not like i care or anything,” liar. “but grillbs was really worried about ya.”

“O-Oh… I’m sorry. I-I got distracted.”

“Distracted?” Grillby asked and glanced at Sans to see if he bought it. Negative. “By?”

“My own thoughts.” Frisk retorted and looked at Grillby.

“sounds lonely.” Sans commented and tossed a fry into his mouth. He had thought many times about how their next encounter was going to happen. What it would be like. What would be said… nothing he had thought of was coming close to this. “can’t imagine much is going on up there.” Out of the corner of his sockets he saw Grillby shook his head in exasperation and Frisk’s eye slightly twitched like it did when she was aggravated.

“More going on than there is in your head.”

“that so?” Sans commented, popping another fry into his mouth.

“As a matter of fact, it is!”

“hm.”

“Frisk, you’re wearing makeup?” Grillby commented, trying to diffuse the situation before it could blow up into a whole establishment fight. Already, the sounds of happy patrons were decreasing to a lower murmur. Frisk went rigid for a moment, but anyone who wasn’t paying real close attention would’ve been able to see. Sans could see the light eye twitch again when the smirk spread across his face,

“you said you hated makeup.” He pushed, watching Grillby look up at the ceiling as if praying he would set off the highly resistant sprinklers to wash this situation away. Luck wasn’t on his side. He had just given Sans more ammo, and with how aggravated and betrayed he was, Grillbs better believe that Sans was going to push it as far as he could go. What else could he have to lose with their relationship? They already hated each other. What the hell was she hiding with her makeup? Grillby wasn’t lying. This was the first time she had ever worn makeup.

“I-I do!” Frisk exclaimed, glaring at Sans.

“you planning on going on a date with your boyfriend?” He prodded.

“Well yes! I am!”

… i asked for that.

“where?”

“The movies!”

“that so?”

“Yes, it is.” Sans couldn’t help but smirk even wider. She was so easy to unravel. “Then we’re going to go and get dinner!”

“really?” He knew that he was treading on eggshells, and he just continued to stop. Let them crack, break; shatter. It didn’t matter to him anymore. He looked over at her and chuckled.

“What? You got an issue?”

The sound in Grillby’s had stopped completely and all eyes were on them. He could feel them, but to be honest, he didn’t care. His only goal right now was to push the kid off the edge. Did he want to make her cry? No. As much of a sarcastic asshole as he was, he didn’t want to see anyone cry. Especially… someone who was once a very important person to him.

“you’re a liar.”

“What did you just say?” Frisk jumped out of her stool and glared at him. Hands on her hips.

there it is.

Sans chuckled and got out of his own stool like it was a chore. He hadn’t stood this close to her years, so it was hard to believe that she was still so much shorter than him. Yet here she was. He could rest his arm on top of her head.

“you’ve actually got ears kid, and i know they work.”

Sans smirked, seeing rage fill her small form. So much anger from a small human. It was funny, when he thought about it from that perspective. The glare-off was harsh enough to almost produce literal sparks; both extremely determined to prove their point and win. It almost seemed a matter of pride for him, and from the look in her eyes; her as well.

“I told you I’m not-“

“yeah yeah, going on a date with your boy toy and getting dinner. i heard you.”

“So?!” Frisk smirked and took a step closer. “And he’s my boyfriend not a boy toy! But you don’t know anything about that, do you?” The sound of an under the breath ooh could be heard from one of the monsters in the restaurant section of Grillby’s. Sans chuckled again and shrugged. He was pushing dangerously close to the edge; this could end one of three ways—that he could think of off the top of his cranium—and well, he supposed he’d just have to throw caution to the wind and keep it up.

“and?”

“What…?”

“is that the best you’ve got kid?” He asked. “besides, we’re not talking about what i do. we’re talking about how you’re lying in front of everyone.”

“… I’m not lying.” Frisk clenched her fists. “What makes you think I’m lying?”

“you’re going to dinner.”

“Yes! What is with you? Are you going senile? Or are you too drunk to comprehend what I’m saying?”

“where are you?”

“What?”

“well?”

“I-Is this a trick question?”

“is it indeed?”

He glanced at the bar and saw the menu that Grillby had placed in front of her when she first sat down. He already knew what she wanted, her order hadn’t changed much in the past ten years, but it was habit. It only furthered his questioning. Maybe he should’ve been a detective. That was too much work though.

“I’m in Grillby’s.” Frisk answered, and Sans could see her fists unclench, her eyebrows raising over blue eyes as deep as the ocean.

stop.

“good job.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

Sans snickered and heard the squeak of a chair a few tables away and a quick shh to quiet the person down. She wasn’t perfect. All of the monsters thought that their Savior was just some sweet, innocent young woman who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Pacifist or no, he knew what kind of person she could be.

“me? never.”

“… So, I answered your question.”

“…what is that?” He jutted his thumb to the bar where they had been sitting.

“A menu?”

“bingo.”

“What’s your-“ Frisk stopped short, seeming to realize where she had screwed up.

“sinking in yet?”

“I don’t get it…” One of the patrons in the bar whispered to one of the other monsters. Most of the eyes remained on them while others seemed to be looking at the evidence that was presented.

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“oh kid, i think you do. why would you need a menu… at a restaurant, if you were going to a movie and dinner? also, isn’t it usually dinner and then a movie?”

“I-I wanted a change. And, a snack before the movie!”

“a double burger and a large order of fries is a rather large snack, isn’t it?”

Sans smirked when her blue pools glared at his own white pinpricks, his smirk only seeming to anger her more. He had backed her up into a corner, and even though he hated her… he had to admit that she looked cute when she was trying to figure out how to get out of the hole she had just dug for herself. This wasn’t just about the makeup. It was the principal. If she wasn’t going to wear makeup to her own parent’s wedding, what the hell made her think he was going to believe the fact that she was wearing it for some non-existent ‘date’. He wasn’t going to lie, it was also part of his own sick desire to see her break.

“…”

“sorry, didn’t hear that. speak up.”

“Sans.” This time it was Grillby who was talking. Sans just ignored his best friend. There was no way that he was going to back down now.

“go on and share with the class.”

“…” Sans noticed her fists clenched again, so hard this time that her knuckles were turning white from the force.

almost there.

“hm… that’s what i thought. now, how about you tell us what you’re hiding?”

“What does it matter to you, huh?” Frisk yelled, taking another step forward. “We’re not anything!” Sans didn’t back down from her venomous tone, in fact, it just entertained him more. “We’re not even friends!” This seemed to be news to a lot of people in Grillby’s.

“go ahead and tell me what you really feel, huh kid?” Sans taunted, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. “don’t hold back.”

“You know what I think of you?”

“hm?” This time, it was Sans’ turn to take a step forward. They were mere inches apart. These weren’t romantic sparks flying between them though, despite what some of the customers seemed to think by them leaning forward. Oh no, these were sparks of—

“I hate you! Absolutely hate you! Loathe you!” Frisk yelled.

here’s your precious ‘savior’. she’s just like any other human. vicious. hateful. only caring about their own kind. what would you all think if you knew she defended a human who would’ve went after a monster given the chance?

“What’s with you?”

“what do you mean?” His faux innocence only seemed to piss her off more. For someone so short, he had to admit that she had one hell of an explosion when she blew up.

“This! This third degree!”

“you mean this burn?”

“Don’t you da—”

“guess you could say i was just ‘grilling’ you.”

Smack!

An ice cube clanked against a glass just as her palm met his jaw bone. The force had made his head turn the opposite way, she was strong. His tongue ran against his bottom teeth as his bony hand ran over the place where her hand had turned his ivory bone red, marked with a small, dainty; but potentially lethal hand. Gasps could be heard dotting the tables and booths, some even peeking from behind the curtain of the bar side. Opening and closing his mouth cracked his jaw. His white pinpricks turned to look at Frisk. Normally, people would be terrified of doing such a thing to someone who could literally ruin your life by turning all your sins back against you, but she held no fear or remorse.

admirable.

“i love the way you hurt me.” Sans didn’t even try to hide his condescending tone or his smug smirk.

“Go to Hell!” She yelled and turned on her heels and headed towards the door, the standing customers quickly moving out of her way.

“i already am whenever you’re around.” Sans retorted, still rubbing his jaw.

“I should’ve left just you in the Underground.”

Sans couldn’t help but laugh much to the shock of the other customers. That was one of the worst insults that someone could throw at a monster. To leave them in a place where there was no hope; only despair. Hearing that from the exact person who delivered them from that must’ve been a huge blow to some of them. He could tell that she really wanted to leave, but at the same time, part of her was seemingly obligated to listen to the whole thing almost like her soul was drawn to it despite how much it pissed her off.

“too bad. i’m a bone-fide member of Ebott City now.” His smirk widened when she screamed out in frustration at his all too perfectly timed pun, replacing his hands back at their home in his jacket pocket.

“hey!” was the only warning that he got before a glass from a nearby table was thrown in his direction. Sans tilted his head a few inches to the left to avoid the glass and without a second to waste, Grillby had reached out and grabbed the glass in the air, his expression never changing. Owning a bar that was open to monsters as well as humans, he was used to catching flinging tableware of various sorts along with alcohol bottles. He chuckled when she left with a slam of the door behind her, the bell angrily yelling at her harsh treatment of the door.

“Was that necessary?” Grillby asked when Sans sat back down at his seat and filled up another glass of alcohol to take to the monster who had been the victim of Frisk’s outburst against tableware.

“absolutely.” Sans said without hesitation, popping another fry into his mouth.

[foslad]

Almost Too Good (A Chris Evans Story): Part 20

A/N: I’m sorry. I say it every time. But it’s true! Life gets in the way! :( I hate the gaps just as much as you do!! But it’s another long one! :) Thank you SO much for all the love I got on the last chapter, means SO much!! <3

(Also, huge apologies for the re-uploads! This one didn’t want to play ball for some reason!)

I smiled down at my phone as I turned the corner onto Fifth Avenue. After a little shuffling and a few shots of the floor, Dodger soon came into frame; snoozing contently on the left side of Chris’ bed. His cheeks and paws were all bunched up on the pillow, making it look like he was smiling.

“I like Adrian and all, but I’m not sad to see her go.” A small voice in the background, not dissimilar to a kindergartner's, began to seep through my headphones. “Because now that we’re free of that bitch, I can finaaaalllyyyyy get my nappin’ spot back.”

My smile grew even wider. ‘Oh, wow!? You really just gonna do me like that? I didn’t realize this was a turf war!?’

Chris flopped down onto the other side of the bed and came back into view, fixing his cap and letting the back of his head rest on his hand. ‘Well, it is. And he means business.’

I shook my head and briefly looked up to make sure I wasn’t going to walk into someone before returning my attention to the phone.

‘I’ll bear that in mind next time. Anyways, I’m almost there.’ I observed, turning another corner.

‘That’s okay, I should probably get going anyways. I have a personal trainer and dietitian coming to the house and then I got a bunch of other shit to do before I see Jake tonight to run over everything that’s happening in December.’

‘Busy, busy.’ I sympathized, silently relishing in the fact I had finished for the holidays.

‘Yeah, but good busy.’ He offered, attempting to raise a smile. ‘Talk to you later, Warner.’

-

Two pairs of eyes bore into me like I held all the secrets of the universe.

‘Sooo… we’re just not gonna talk about it!?’

‘The only thing we’re going to talk about - is what I’m ordering for lunch.’ I replied, not even bothering to look up from the tantalizing menu that was currently blocking my face.

We were tucked away into the corner of Kelsie’s, my favorite spot in Manhattan to come for brunch. The food here was incredible and, for whatever reason, always cemented the feeling of properly being back in NYC to me.

‘Oh, come on! I drove all the way here - to talk about it!’

‘I didn’t ask you to.’ I replied innocently, briefly lowering the menu to raise an eyebrow in Amanda’s direction before pulling it back up.

‘Adrian, please. You know how I feel about these kinds of things! You shot Vogue’s 73 Questions yesterday, you have a huge audition next week that is so secret, you can’t even tell me what it’s for and you’re enjoying the company of quite possibly, the finest looking man that God put on this earth.’

Her fingertips gripped the sides of the paper as she lowered the menu again so that she could look me in the eye.

‘I work as a secretary. That’s it. That is as good as it gets for me.’ Amanda laid her hands flat out on the table and stared at me wide eyed; she wasn’t dicking around. ‘THE LEAST YOU CAN DO, AS MY BEST FRIEND, IS GIVE ME THE CAPTAIN HOT DELICIOUS AMERICANO EXPRESS TEEAAA!’

‘After all the advice and help we gave you, I think we deserve to know.’ A slightly more composed Amy chimed in next to her.

‘Okay, alright, you incessant demons!’ I caved, hoping to just get it over with so that I could enjoy my meal without the two hawks on the other side staring at me the whole time. ’-yes. Okay? Yes. The drought… is over.’

Their squeals attracted the looks of the table next to us.

‘When, where, how!?’ Amanda took a large sip of her coffee to gather her strength before leaning forward again. ‘And most importantly, is it goooood!?’ She grinned.

‘Mandy, c’mon! That’s a little personal, don’t you think?’ Amy swooped in.

‘Yes. Very.’ She agreed, before turning back to me and completely disregarding that part. ‘Now tell me everything.’

-

‘Ho-ly shit, you little kinkster!’ Amanda threw her head back and clasped her hands together at the fact that Chris and I had “done the deed” upstairs in my childhood room whilst my sister’s wedding reception was going on downstairs.

‘How did you manage to hide that from us at the time!?’ Amy queried, somewhat impressed. I shrugged in response but bit my lip in satisfaction as I recalled the moment.

‘That’s hilarious! Like… Grandma’s downstairs in the kitchen, enjoying some trifle, reminiscing on a beautiful day and Adrian’s just casually getting it in upstairs.’ Amanda’s eyes shut as she continued to crack up about it.

‘Well, regardless of how or when or whatever, I’m so happy for you!’ Amy beamed as she reached across and rubbed my forearm kindly.

‘Me too! This is the happiest I’ve seen you in a long time, I love it!’ Mandy gushed, causing us all to make sarcastic kissy noises to each other before she picked up her coffee mug and signaled for Amy and I to do the same.

‘Well, here’s to you and Captain Hot Delicious Americano Express.’

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of tea alongside them. ‘I’m 100% going to tell him that’s your nickname for him, you know.’ I goaded her, playfully.

‘Please do.’ She grinned.

-

“Mandy <3 has changed the name of this group to ‘I fucked Captain America and all I got was this lousy group chat!’”

Oh, for fuck sake.

‘Typical Mandy.’ I muttered as I slipped my phone back into my pocket and continued to admire all the new clothes that hung on the displays in the store.

‘Don’t make plans for dinner tonight.’ Amy toyed, shifting her eyes from side to side as she ran her hands over the fabric of a stunning Armani blouse.

Lifting my head up from the rack, I eyed her suspiciously and agreed not to “make any plans”.

-

Collapsing onto my couch, I smiled up at the ceiling. I couldn’t recall the last time I had felt this happy! Everything seemed to be going right for me and I felt like I was on cloud nine! Amy was back to work and by my side again! My family and friends were all happy! Chris was… amazing! And, I had just done a wondrous day’s worth of shopping…

I truly didn’t know what to do with all this contentment!

It felt almost… too good at times. Like it was bound to implode at some point… But I guess a part of me will always feel that way; scars from the past never really fade properly...

With a few hours to kill before dinnertime, I reluctantly decided to pick up my phone and face reality. Tapping the weather app, I peered down at the temperatures due for the coming week and… Oh boy.

I loved everything about the East Coast, literally everything, (even more so now for having spent some time on the West Coast) but admittedly, having lived in nothing but pretty much sunshine for the past while, it was going be hard to adjust back to the chill…

But, none the less, after Chris’ chat with me about getting my fitness up (and the fact that I had consumed that lunch from earlier in a little over four bites), I decided to take advantage of being back in the streets I loved so much and go for a run.

---

Twenty-five minutes in, with my workout playlist blaring in my headphones, I raised a big smile to myself as I looked down and watched my Fitbit Watch hit the 1.5-mile mark. As I turned the corner, I nipped past a little kiosk at the end of the street and allowed my eyes to fly over the blurring headlines that adorned all the gossip magazines.

‘Brad and Angelina: What Really Went Wrong’

‘Mariah Carey’s New Year’s Eve Gig!’

‘Chelsea Hewitt-Lewis and Others Join the Marvel Universe For Untitled Avengers 3…’

My eyes had stayed with that last headline for a little too long because before I knew it -

BANG!

‘Owh!’

My shoulder crashed into a currently unoccupied painter’s ladder and my ass hit the floor with such a force, my phone flew out of my hand and launched itself onto the sidewalk.

Peering up, I could see that the little kiosk worker’s eyes had broadened, and he immediately ran over to help me up.

‘Oh, Miss! You okay? You okay?’ He fussed, eyes wide with worry.

With the adrenaline I had gained from the run pumping, I paused for a brief second to give myself a once over and, to my relief, the only initial damage done seemed to be to my pride.

‘Yeah, I-I’m okay.’ I blinked wildly, attempting to gather my bearings. ‘Thank you.’ 

Taking his hand, I allowed him to slowly help me up.

The street appeared to be quite empty and, mercifully, it seemed as though no one had witnessed my little faux pas aside from the worker. Standing up straight, I was quickly alerted to the pain in my rear end from where it had smacked down onto the pavement. Oh God, that was gonna leave a bruise.

‘How you no see ladder, Miss?’ He questioned, laughing lightly now that he could see I wasn’t broken.

Turning around and gazing up in intimidation, I clocked that the ladder was pretty damn noticeable; to be fair.

‘I was… distracted, I guess.’

The pain in my ass was the only thing keeping me from marching back over to his kiosk and ripping down every single magazine with the name Chelsea Hewitt-Lewis on them and burning them in a makeshift bonfire right there on the pavement.

The worker then pointed behind me. ‘You need me to call someone? Your phone broken, I see.’

Oh crap, my phone!

Turning around and bending down, (owwwww my butt really did hurt), I retrieved the remnants of my phone and inspected to see if it was still any functioning order… Quickly deducing that it was, it was just now home to a million cracks.

Fantastic.

-

I eventually limped my way back to my apartment and attempted to strip down for a shower to try and help with the pain; but one glimpse at my naked body saw that I probably needed something more along the lines of an ice bath.

My shoulder looked like someone had punched it with an iron fist; little grazes on my palms and elbows from where I had tried to break my fall had begun to show up and my ass, which was by far the worst, had deep shades of grey and red rapidly growing on the left side and a little on the right. It looked just… awful.

As I examined myself in the mirror, I could bitterly feel the tears brimming in my eyes. I had planned to just throw on a simple tank top and jeans for my “date with Amy” tonight but that was out of the question now; my bruises would shine through like bulls-eyes.

The more I thought about the reason I was in this stupid mess, the more my tears became hot with anger and humiliation.

“Chelsea Hewitt-Lewis joins the Marvel Universe for Avengers 3”

Just thinking of her name and Chris’s film franchise in the same sentence was too much for me. It was far too close for comfort. It made me want to be sick.

That woman had ruined my life once before. Taken everything from me. What was to stop her from doing it again?

--

Despite being in both physical and mental pain, I braved the evening and opened the front door to Amy, with my good arm, at 8PM on the dot.

She smiled wide at me as she held up two different bottles of Champagne in each hand. ‘I didn’t know which one to pick… so I got both!’ She informed me as she waltzed in and strutted towards the kitchen.

‘But then again, we are celebrating, so I thought it was justified!’ Her voice began to fade away as I shut the door behind her.

Unable to resist giving her a small smile, I followed her into my kitchen and folded my arms as I leant across the counter, peering in at what food she had brought.

Ah, she’d gone to Tower’s! My favorite!

After a comfortably quiet period of setting out plates and glasses, Amy’s eyes turned to the prize as she picked up one of the bottles and began to unwrap the plastic around the cork.

Her eyebrows wriggled at me. ‘You wanna pop it? It is your big Vogue celebration after all?’

Realizing that would only cause me more discomfort, I lightly shook my head and gestured for her to go ahead.

As she poured some into the flutes, she side-eyed me. ‘You’re awfully quiet… you okay?’ She inquired as she handed me my glass.

‘Mhmm.’ I nodded, accepting the glass and immediately putting it down onto the counter next to me and my hardly touched food (that in itself was probably a red flag).

‘Let me rephrase that; what’s wrong Adrian?’ She frowned slightly. ‘You normally love Tower’s food?’

Her face fell a touch, and I could tell she was disappointed that I wasn’t as excited as she was for us to catch up.

‘I do! No, I love this!’ I attempted to assure her. God, I felt awful now. This wasn’t how our first proper night reunited was supposed to be! ‘It’s just- I fell when I was running earlier, and I got pretty banged up, that’s all.’

Upon her maternal insistence that went beyond assistant duty, I took the PG route and slipped the fabric off my shoulder and showed her the deepened purple abyss forming onto my skin and then proceeded to just tell her about the butt business.

‘Ho-ly fuck! Adrian, that’s gnarly!’ She grimaced.

I shrugged my shoulders as I pulled the wool back up, only to wince at the pain again.

Fucking Chelsea...

Now completely unwilling to have our reunion spoilt by my injuries alone, Amy set about creating a makeshift “ass fort” for me, in which my butt would feel fully supported for the night as we caught up on each other.

I smiled genuinely at her, because how could I not? Spinning around and taking a bite of the food and a sip of the champagne, I decided to just forget about the events of today. For the time being at least.

‘I’m gonna pee and then when I get back, we shall feast!’ I informed her as I spun and made for the bathroom.

‘Have you seen that new show everyone’s talking about? Stranger People? Or Stranger Things? Something…’ She asked, picking up my laptop to browse Netflix.

‘Nope!’ I called back to her.

‘Perfect!’

--

I walked back down the hall, pulling my sweater closer, when I stopped, catching sight of Amy’s somewhat unreadable face.

‘What?’ I laughed nervously, a little thrown by her serious expression. She looked at me like I was a puppy about to be put down or something.

‘You left your internet browser open…’

‘So? I-’ I began before it suddenly dawned on me.

After telling myself I was going to leave it all alone, I had proceeded to do the exact opposite. As usual.

I had googled Chelsea’s role, her casting, everything... I just wanted to find something that would give me any kind of information as to what her proximity to Chris was going to be. And, inevitably, I came up short.

And now I had been caught.

I shifted awkwardly, not knowing how I could possibly go about defending my actions.

‘I’m pathetic, I know.’ I relented.

With her eyes still sorrowful, Amy shifted the laptop across her lap and patted the couch next to her.

‘I can’t,’ I called to her, feeling like an idiot, ‘my butt hurts when I sit on it.’

She stood up and immediately made her way over. ‘You have every right to feel uncomfortable about this Adrian, I’m not judging!’

I let her pull me in for a gentle side hug. I’d be lying if I said that there wasn’t a part of me that just simply wanted to burst into tears. But I knew I deep down, I’d save those for later when I was alone. Like always.

After a short while, Amy spoke up. ‘You know what you gotta do, right?’ Her voice was a little stern, like a parent telling their child they should go apologize for something.

I looked up at her briefly before looking away again. ‘I’m not telling Chris.’

‘What!? Of course, you’re telling him!’ Amy declared, pulling away, exasperated. ‘Why wouldn’t you!?’ She held her hand to her head for a second and looked around her. ‘Wow… I legit just got Déjà vu.’

I looked at her like she was out of her mind before pulling away entirely and using my hand to gesture a fake phone.

‘Suuuure, yeah! “Hey baby! Look, I know we’ve only been dating a couple months and not to come across like a complete psycho or anything but do me a favor? Go ahead and just never go near, speak to, look at or even breathe the same air as your new co-star. She’s a man-stealing bitch and I’m afraid you’ll take one look at her and realize I’m trash. ‘Kay? Great!” NO. THANK. YOU!’

Amy rolled her eyes heavily at my pitiful excuse for sarcasm.

‘Noooo... I was thinking more “Hey baby, I know this is a little out of the blue, but I was wondering if we could have a chat about something that I know, in the long run, is going to make me feel uncomfortable and I’d rather us just be on the same page about it now whilst it’s still a non-issue”.’

I stayed silent, firm in my usual method of just burying my head under the sand until it all went away.

‘Please don’t put yourself through this again, Adrian. Not now. Not when you were just starting be happy again.’ Amy begged, before wisely dropping the subject.

Her words, though justified, we’re still contributors to the growing pit in my stomach.

-

Over the following few days, as reluctant as I was to take Amy’s advice, I wasn’t exactly not considering it either.

Aside from texting, (Facetime was now a bust thanks to my newly obliterated phone screen), Chris and I had spoken on the phone a grand total of three times. And, whilst I always had good intentions in place, it felt like anytime I would build myself up and take the deep breath to talk about it, something cut in.

The first time, it was his assistant Jake wanting to discuss an addition to his already demanding schedule for the day before Chris was due at the gym for a training session.

(Before I left LA, Chris had told me about how he was going to start grinding hard with all his work commitments; to be able to go home to Boston a day or two early for Thanksgiving. So, I knew, deep down, that add-ons were only going to set him off into a bad mood.)

The second time, I had called in the middle of him watching a game with a few friends he had over. Bless his heart, Chris had tried his best not to blow me off, but I could tell by his distant voice and Scott’s constant ‘FUCK OFF, ON WHAT PLANET IS THAT A FOUL!?’ background jeers, that now was just not the right time.

With this “cold feet” motion in place, the third time… well, that one was on me.

‘God, I can’t wait to be done.’ Chris yawned into the phone, his voice echoing as he clearly entered his bathroom. ‘I just have a table read tomorrow and then I’m free as a bird!’ I could feel him beaming as his voice broke up in what appeared to be a stretch.

‘… for a week that is.’ He clarified, reluctantly.

I lifted my head up and away from the suitcase I was packing to take to my parent’s house; my cracked phone almost slipping from my hand in the process. ‘Table read?’

‘Yep!’ I could hear a cabinet open and close.

‘Is it a big one? With the whole cast?’ I asked, sinking onto the heels of my feet before immediately lifting myself back up at the pressure it had put on my healing butt.

‘I don’t know actually,’ he answered, appearing to wonder himself. ‘Probably. I guess there’s a lot of new people joining the cast, so they’ll probably wanna get the introductions out of the way. They did it for Civil War and some of the other movies.’ He explained before his voice descended into a dating infomercial voice, ‘so it’ll be a bunch of “Hey there, I’m Chris, I’m 35 and I enjoy walking my dog and various sporting activities such as football, baseball and the odd round of golf. Welcome to the team!” bullshit around the table.’’

I managed a slight laugh before the smile on my face turned pained. What if she’s there tomorrow…

The lump in my throat was enough to choke me.

A ringing noise began to echo in my ear. It was like my mind was screaming “NOW’S THE PERFECT TIME! SAY IT! SAY IT!”

.

.

.

‘… Good luck, then. Hope it goes well!’

God, I really was pathetic.

-

I was currently sat at my parent’s dining table, with my knee bobbing like a manic and my eyes blinking every minute or so.

I know they say that a watched phone never rings, but thirty minutes ago, I had decided that that particular saying could go and fuck itself. And in return, it decided to be completely true.

‘Call you when I’m done with the table read. Probably around 3ish!’

My eyes flicked up and observed the 4:29PM time stamp on the wall clock. Chris’ text had all but consumed my first morning at my parent’s house.

‘You good? Somethin’ on your mind?’ My Dad voiced his concern as he came and sat two mugs down onto the dining table.

For someone who prided themselves on their close relationship with their family, it scared me how good I was at lying to them. But I suppose, having lied to them for well over a month about what Alex (and Chelsea) had done to me, I was accustomed to it.

‘I’m great, just waiting on a... business call.’ I shot him a half-smile.

‘Nothing to do with the guy, is it?’ He surveyed, settling into his seat.

‘No, he’s great!’ Because he was. He still is. I trusted Chris! Really, I did! But I had every reason in the world not to trust Chelsea…

‘Fair enough.’ He smiled, spooning some sugar into his coffee before reaching out to place a cup of green tea in front of me. ‘Well, whatever it is that’s got you all nervous, just know, it’ll be alright Adrian. Life has a funny way of working itself out sometimes.’

He reached out and let his hand rest on my knee, subtly calming it’s panicked jolts. I smiled warmly at him and picked up the tea he’d made for me. ‘Thank you.’

I just hoped to God he was right.

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A/N: As always, thank you SO much for reading!!! 

I don’t see there being toooo many chapters left. 4 or 5 maybe?? That is such a scary prospect, I’ve been in and out of writing this for so long, I can’t imagine it ending haha! <3

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BNHA self insert AU

New to the AU? Start here!

Chapter 40: What the FUCK is Up Kyle?!

My new job as an independent agent is really what I needed in my life. I can do everything I want to focus on with more time now! My relationship improved and less stress in my life! What more could I ask for?

“Oh girkies, you are not gonna like your new assignment” Jin winced as he entered the room with files in his hands “we all got called upon for different things.”

Mimi opens her file and skims the cover page “I’m getting sent to Hiroshima for a WEEK?!” she slams the file closed “what in the actual fuck!”

I open mine and skim “I’m being summoned to Shinjuku for an undisclosed amount of time” I squint to see if I’m reading the mission briefing “for a new conjugation?” I scowl in confusion “like a new agency or what?”

“That confused me too but then look how it’s coded” Jin tapped on the tab on the file “its Blue, it’s a personal invitation, the person summoning knows you personally and asked specifically for you.”

“But I don’t know anybody out there” I’m more confused “and the crime rate there is pretty low, but I guess if they need me” I sigh and close the file “I guess I should help them.” I do some research on the area and recent crime before I went on the meeting day. Nervous as hell, I show up to this un-marked but guarded building.

“State your identity and purpose” sternly spoke one of the guards.

“I’m Agent 19 of the Emperor’s Coup” I present them with my agent license and agent crest “I’m here for a summoning of high sensitivity.”

“Oh my goodness, it’s her!” gasped the other guard “the agent that knows! ahem, um, please come in and head upstairs to meeting room 2-J.”

“Thank you” I walk in as they moved aside for me “take care.” There was nobody where I first walked in so I just quickly made my way up the stairs, steel toe boots clacking on the tile stairs. It was uneasy feeling to be alone in this place, no trace of others occupying the space, just empty office cubicles. I get to the meeting room and the glass wall to look in was boarded off like nobody is supposed to know what or who’s inside. I slip on my anti-prints gloves on and put my left hand on my holster, whatever the hell is behind that door, I wasn’t going to risk it. I knock “Hello? Anybody in there? This is Agent 19 of-” before I could finish my sentence, I heard hollering inside of the room and bust open the door “FREEZE!” I do my power stance and get my gun locked and loaded.

“Please don’t shoot! Put the gun down!” it was a very familiar whiny voice.

I lower my gun and saw a familiar mix of pro heroes “Midoriya?!” I identify the green clad man, I put my gun back in my holster “Oh man, what the fuck is up?!” I took a better look around “Oh shit Tenya, I didn’t know you got summoned too.”

“I was wondering why Midoriya wasn’t telling us who he recruited” he wiped his glasses “he was saying it was somebody we could trust and knows about his secret.”

“Well now that I have everyone here, please take a seat” Midoriya motioned me to sit as everyone else readjusted themselves “there’s somebody after my secret and they know somewhat about it. Lately somebody is getting a little too close to me to know more and I just know it’s the League of Villains.”

“They’re STILL at it?” I blurt “but one of their most powerful left the group about a year ago, how are they functioning?”

“See, we didn’t know that” Mina responded to me “but we suspect it’s one of us.”

“And that’s what makes it hard to know” Midoriya sighed “that’s why I recruited you, over the years of living and working with us, you know more about our habits and routine.”

“So you want me to find the traitor among y’all huh?” I pieced the logic together and he nodded “easy peasy! Why didn’t you say so earlier?!” I whipped out my gun and pointed to Mineta.

“IT’S NOT ME! SWEAR! PLEASE DON’T SHOOT ME!” Mineta literally cried and sobbed like the little bitch he is.

“Dang, I really hoped it was him” I pouted and put my gun away.

“You should’ve made the shot anyways” Jiro sneered.

“Okay, what do you need us to do to determine the traitor?” Midoriya reshifted to the pressing matter.

I scan the room “well, not to be that bitch but we gotta get on lockdown” the room erupts in murmuring “I haven’t seen or talked to some of you guys since my rise to fame. Think of it as a sleepover! Where we go home after I solve a puzzle.”

“So be it! Nobody is to leave this building until she figures it out.”

And so we all just awkwardly hang out in one space. I was more on guard than anyone else there, seeing all these old classmates again got me a little fucked up. I decide to explore the building a bit when something a little strange happens.

“Wait up, where are you going?” Tenya asked me as I wander away from the group “can I come?”

“You can come along” I said as I pointed to the stairwell “I wanted to see more of this building.” As we walk up the stairs, I wonder if this is MY Tenya. I hate to think those things but only one way to find out. “Hey question, what did I cook for breakfast today?”

“You made huevos rancheros with toast because we had too much sliced bread before grocery shopping day” he described with no hesitation.

“Whew okay” I sighed in relief “I was going to go feral if you were the traitor.”

“I know baby” he held my hand as we got to the next floor “I’d never betray my friends or you, plus I have a lead on who it may be.”

“What’s the suspicion?”

“I wasn’t feeling too keen around some of the girls” he lowered his voice “usually they’d ask me about you but today only Mina and Uraraka asked while Momo, Kendo, Tsuyu and Jiro didn’t.”

“That is some odd behavior” I pondered as I walked around the third floor “in that case, lets go back down there, I have a plan.” I teleport us back to the others and checked if that provoked any type of new reaction. Noting unusual yet, the day progressed and it was night time when I came up with a new idea.

“Hey Shoto” I whispered to get his attention “come! I have to ask you something.”

“What is it Ita?” he jogged over to me “why are you hiding behind these boxes?”

“Can I borrow your face?” I asked as he leaned in for me to copy his quirk “Hmm, you’re definitely not the traitor” I take my hand off his face “also, how’s Touya? I haven’t swung by to see how’s the fam.”

“Oh he’s doing great, he asks about you time to time” a smile breaks on his face “he has a crush on you and it’s silly because you’re with Iida-kun now and Touya is just being irrationally jealous.”

“Oh bitch that’s cute” I giggle and stand up from my hiding place “I’m hungies! TENYA!”

“YES?!” he yells from a distance.

“I’M HUNGIES!”

“YOU HUNGIES?! WHAT DOES YOUR TUM TUM WANT?”

“NEED MEAT! AND NOODLES AND KISSIES!” I look around at the others to see their reactions to our baby talk.

“Ugh that’s cringe” Kaminari said disgusted “I’d never get pussy whipped like that! My girl does things for herself.”

Jiro stabs Kaminari with her jacks “Stupid he’s not pussy whipped! It’s called loving your partner and communicating” she huffed “you never want to do couple things with me like that!”

From the sounds and looks of their argument, I’d say Jiro and Kaminari aren’t the traitors. I turn to Kendo, I haven’t seen her since graduation and I really want to know what’s going on in her life.

“Yo Kendo, haven’t talked to you in a hot minute” I opened up casually.

“Yeah! Since graduation but I’ve been doing well” she smiled “heard about you and Iida finally dating. I’ve been going strong with Tetsutetsu, 3 years now.”

“Oh wow I didn’t know you two were dating, we should go on a double date sometime!” I really missed out on a lot, last I heard, Yuka and Tetsu were still together “it’s so weird how time has flown by and you just forget to keep in touch.”

“Yea, I was shocked to find out about Shinso breaking up with you” she put her hand on my shoulder “I was really rooting for you two to get married and such but he just ran off like that. But now that he’s back in Chiyoda, I’m sure we’ll all get reunited as some point.”

“Wait, he’s in Chiyoda?”

“Yea, he moved in a few months back with Monoma” she pulled up a picture on her phone “see, Tetsu and I went to see him when he moved in.”

I looked at the picture, it was all four of them in the living room just hanging out. Shinso looked different, it was just strange to me that he lived with me and I’ve been trying to chase him down for years for closure. “What a cozy home, I heard about the suburbs there being a really nice place for peaceful living.” I said to prevent myself from breaking down. So Kendo wasn’t the traitor either, it now comes down to Momo, Tsuyu, Kirishima, Ojiro and Tokoyami. I later determine that Momo, Kirishima and Tokoyami aren’t the traitor because they used their quirks and interacted with me like they usually do. It’s 2am and it’s down to Oijiro and Tsuyu.

“Are you doing alright love?” Tenya softly asked as I was floating around “can’t think?”

“It’s so hard to determine between the two” I sigh “I can’t think of another method! Too hungry to think straight” I loosed my uniform collar “and stuffy, wheres the thermostat?”

“I believe Kirishima found it in that weirdly spacious break room on this floor”

“Thanks, I’m going to clear my head” I floated down to walk “I’ll be back in a few.” I make my way to the break room and to my surprise Tsuyu was already there boiling water “Oh hey, couldn’t sleep?”

“Nope, I miss my bed.” she spoke tiredly.

Something wasn’t quite right on how she was speaking to me “Same here, but hows the fam?” I start to make casual conversation to not raise suspicion “I remember you saying that little bro wanted to follow in your footsteps.”

“Oh yea it’s almost time for him to make the decision” she poured the hot water into a cup “they grow up so fast.”

As she was talking, I locate the thermostat and start to drop the temperature “They sure do! Say, we haven’t spent quality time in a long time” I stop the thermostat at 49 degrees “we should organize a reunion cook out! Have yall together like this oddly makes me miss yall!”

“Oh that sounds lovely!” she smiled “I missed having you around too!”

Tenya walks in the room shivering “Hey is the thermostat broken? It’s too cold.”

I felt the chill of the temperature drop and saw that Tsuyu wasn’t even flinching... that’s not very frog-like of her.

“Will you get me my visor from the meeting room dear?” I politely asked Tenya “I’m going to try to fix it.” I wait for him to walk out the room to slam the door closed and get locked and loaded “THE GIG IS UP IMPOSTER!”

“What are you talking about 19! It’s me!” she was frightened.

“Say my name then” I cock my gun “my real name.”

The sweat pours from her face and her eyes read ‘I’m in danger!’ “Um...Ai-” I didn’t let them finish and I just shot them in the leg. Instantly, their body melted into grey sludge. Everyone ran to the room in high alert.

“What happened? Who was it?!” cried out Midoriya.

“It was a Tsuyu clone” I put all the pieces together “I noticed her speech was different, no ‘kero’ at the end of her sentences. Plus when I dropped the temp to almost freezing, she didn’t get into hibernation mode.” I came to a terrifying realization “where’s the real Froppy?”

The others gasped and franticly tried to reach out to her and the agency she works at to know her whereabouts. It didn’t take long to find out she was safe at home and didn’t know that she was summoned to this meeting. The tempering of this information started at work, to my surprise, it was the work of the League of Villains. If I didn’t already rescue Touya, I would’ve thrown hands instantly! But I have to keep things undercover until I catch the mimic villain or I’ll be a victim of their game.

-3 weeks later-

“Thank you again for inputing a system in our agency” thanked Midoriya as I was installing said system “I knew I could depend on you!”

“No need for all that, I’m just doing what I do best” I press the activate button and start inputing some code “aaaand it’s loaded up and ready to serve! With this new boost to your already existing security system” I pat the device on the wall “this baby will keep the imposters and villains away.”

“That’s incredible!” awed Midoriya “I never thought you’d be a security tech mogul that’d save my livelihood.”

“Shut up, you’re still a broccoli ass twink!” I punched his arm playfully “don’t forget who protected you and Bakugo’s ass back in the day!”

“I suppose it’s all the same” he laughed “let me treat you to lunch! Ochako and I want to say our thanks.”

“Sure, I didn’t have lunch plans anyways” I shrugged as we headed up stairs to the main floor of the agency.

“Great! Let me get my bag” he jogged to the locker room “I’ll be right back!”

I stand there and check my phone for any updates from work. Today was my day off from CEO work but lately the company has been swamped with custom orders and consultations since we added rabbits and reptiles to our companion line. I’m just waiting to get called in by Beizu or Jin to help them out with coat production or new consultations.

“Oh my goodness! If it isn’t Miss CEO herself!” said a very familiar voice.

I look around and don’t see anybody looking my way or trying to get my attention “Who the hell said that?”

“On your left”

I look to my left and there was a face on the wall “oh...it’s you” I said flatly and uninterested “Hello Mirio.”

“Aww you don’t sound excited to see me!” he completely phased out of the wall.

“I’m never excited to see you, I’m not a teenager” I didn’t have to look down to know he was naked “and please for love of SIR NIGHTEYE put on some pants!”

“I heard my name” sternly spoke Nighteye himself “Togata please put on some pants, you’re embarrassing me in front of our esteemed partner here.”

“Yes Sir!” Mirio phased away, almost comical like.

“He was much more bearable without the quirk” he rubbed his temples “at least I didn’t have to get my eyes harassed by nudity in the workplace!” the man sighed as he fixed his glasses “Miss Palma, I thank you for your services, they mean a lot to me. My visions have changed now that you’ve installed that security boost.”

“Didn’t you foresee me installing it?” I questioned his statement, I didn’t believe my choice made that much of a change.

“I didn’t, I think you’re an anomaly to this timeline” he smiled “that’s a good thing, you’ve altered the fates of everyone and everything you come across with, including your own.”

“I have?”

“Yes, thanks to you, a second war between villains and heroes has been replaced by a time of peace” I see the glow of his quirk “and see myself aging gracefully into old age instead of dying before I get a chance to retire.”

“If you say so” I smiled “then I guess it’s what I do best.”

Midoriya jogged back “Sir! Palma-san and I were going to lunch with Ochako” he stopped in front of us “was there something you needed?”

“Oh no, I was just talking” he turned to go back to his office “have a good lunch, tell your wife I said hello.”

We head to lunch and Ochako dropped the biggest news on me.

“You’re pregnant?!” I nearly choked on my water “Oh my god congrats you two! When are you due?”

“In May! I’m so excited to be a mom!” she gushed “but it looks like you have some news to tell us too!”

“I...don’t?” I said confused as they leaned in and looked at my hands.

“You have a ring on, are you and Iida-kun getting married?!” Midoriya had a big dumb smile on his face “how did he propose?!”

“Oh I bet he made it extra perfect with flowers and candles-” Ochako was getting into the fantasy before I interrupted her.

“He hasn’t popped the question yet, I told him to take his time with asking me” I pointed to my ring “this is my official Emperor’s Coup Agent ring. Engagement rings go on the left hand, this is on my right hand.”

“But Palma-san, why aren’t you married yet?” Ochako asked my curiously “you and Shinso were so close that everyone thought you’d get married first. But now that you’re with Iida-kun and seem to have a better dynamic, why take your time for marriage?”

“Well, I learned that nothing good comes out of impatience. I love Tenya with all of my heart, body and soul BUT I want him to feel like he doesn’t have to trap me with marriage right away” I wipe my mouth of the water I choked on earlier “he’s learning how to love me and be a better partner everyday, with all the effort he puts in to make me feel loved, I’m not worried about marriage or kids. Our time will come.”

“I didn’t think of it like that” Midoriya thought about what I said “you must really love him to have him take his time.”

The subject was dropped for the rest of lunch and we parted ways. I got home to wait for Tenya to get out of work but I slipped into deep thought. I’m 23, with 24 fast approaching, all my old classmates are getting married or having kids at this point...my biological clock is ticking and I don’t know if I can carry a baby past my prime. Maybe I should stop my birth control? What a shitty way to make me feel like I’m wasting my prime years on making robotic animals and crunching crime statistics! I try to make myself not fall further into this hole by playing my cheer up playlist but then I fell down the Joji hole and got emo.

“I’m home” Tenya said as he entered the house “I don’t like the sound of that music, that’s some sad hours music” he checked the time “it’s almost 7! Sad hours isn’t for another 5 hours!” he opened the office door to see me slow whip to Fried Noodles (Getter Remix)  in my Ingenium hoodie and fuzzy socks “this... is a mood that I don’t understand” he rubbed his chin “what happened?”

“I’m just tryna vibe again” I slow dabbed “the Midoriyas got me fucked up on their vibe, I’ve been a bad mood since I got home but I’ll get over it” I sigh “I didn’t cook a whole lot, I diced some fish and tossed it in some sauces to make poke and there’s rice.”

“Oh alright, I’m here if you want to talk about it some more” he coaxed her to open up more “come eat with me.”

“I already ate, I was trying to get a hold of one of my friends right now” I floated back to my computer desk “it might take a while, so just eat and I’ll come to bed soon.”

“You ate already?” he was a little taken back from this sudden change “well, don’t come to bed too late.” He closed the door behind him to eat dinner, by himself. Tenya didn’t read too much into her dismissive behavior as she teleported to her side of the bed at bedtime. 

-The next day, at work-

“Thanks for the extra hand Iida-kun!” Sero thanked Tenya for helping him at a moment’s notice “I really needed help with crowd control today! Who knew the shopping district was going to be this wild today?!”

“It’s no problem! I’m happy to help” Tenya chirps as he takes off his helmet in the safety of the agency building “it’s been a while since I’ve seen you and the others here!”

“Oh shucks Iida-kun, with a girl like Palma-san, I’d be too busy to spend time with the boys too” he nudged “how are you and Palma-san? Anything exciting?!”

“Nothing exciting lately, she’s just really busy but it’s all good” Tenya recalled last night “just last night she was doing work even though it was her day off! So busy that she didn’t cook and ate before I got home for dinner.”

Sero’s smile disappeared “Wait, did she just make rice and made a quick cold dish and told you to serve yourself?”

“Yes actually! She made poke.”

“Oh man F in the chat fellas” Sero pray squatted and Tetsutetsu, Kaminari and Sato followed suite.

“What are you-”

“Iida-kun what did you do to that poor girl?” asked Sato “she never gets upset.”

“I didn’t do anything, she said the Midoriya’s ruined her vibe” he recalled “she said she’ll get over it and it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Naw my man” Tetsutetsu put his arm around Tenya “when your girl does things without you and puts the least amount of effort on dinner, she’s mad at you.”

“She didn’t look-”

“Next thing you know, she’ll be going out with her friends again and stop cooking for you altogether” Sero puts his hand on Tenya’s shoulder “she’s mad because she caught baby fever! Ochako’s preggo and all the girls they know are catching it.”

“I don’t think she wants to have a baby right now” he chopped “we aren’t even married.”

“Even worse! Dude you gotta propose soon or she’s going to leave you” Kaminari warned “do you at least spice it up in the bedroom?”

“We have fun in bed” he turns red in embarrassment “that’s none of your business!”

Sero shakes his head “Oh boy, what did we keep telling you in high school?! DON’T WAIT OR YOU’LL LOSE HER TO SOMEONE ELSE!”

“Thank you for your concerns but we’re fine” he politely said even though he wants to yell “we don’t need any meddling in our relationship, when the time is right, I’ll ask for her hand.”

“If you say so Iida-kun” Sero pat his head “she’s unpredictable.”

This bothered Tenya all day, in his mind he knows it’s illogical for her to run off because of her line of work and in his heart he’s confident that she’ll be loyal and voice her burdens. 

“I’m home” he called out as routine.

“I’m in the room!” called out Ita.

He walks up to the room and saw her get ready for a night out “What all this for?” she turned around and he saw that she was wearing the boob window dress “that’s a new dress.”

“I’m going out remember?” I put on my earrings “it’s Mimi’s birthday and we’re going to Daggers.”

“Oh that’s right!” he forgot that she told him 2 weeks ago “you look really tempting in that dress” he put his hand on her shoulder “are you sure we can’t have a little bit of fun before you go?”

“Babe please, the limo is going to be here any minute to come for me” I block his attempt at a quicky “maybe when I get home” I kiss his cheek “I made beef stew, help yourself” I get a text and saw that it was Jin asking me to teleport to Mimi’s place “oof gotta go! I’ll be back before sun up, love you.”

She teleported away before he had a chance to say it back. As he ate dinner alone, he wondered if what the others were right and he should just ask her despite what she said. The days and weeks pass and she’s getting held up at work some nights and there’s no dinner ready or there’s a cold-dish and rice dinner for him on nights she was on-call. Tenya was scared, it’s December and everything that the boys warned him about happened except for her leaving him.

“You have one request from Mama to video-call, would you like to answer?” yipped Muffin 2.0.

“Yes please, pull it up on the office computer” I get up from the couch “I gotta take this, it’s important.”

“Is there something wrong?” asked Tenya as he paused the movie they were watching “don’t you want to answer it on the widescreen?”

“Not this time, I’ll explain later” I dash to the stairs “keep watching without me, it’s cool and I might take a while.”

Tenya sat in silence, staring at the paused screen. It’s her day off and the first one in a while where she wasn’t occupied with something and actually spent time with him. To be fair it was a half day for him but still. They’ve gotten into arguments on her scheduling and sleeping habits, but only because he brought them up to understand why they haven’t spent any time together. He feels like she’s bending his way and isn’t happy. After nearly an hour, she pops back down stairs.

“How was it?”

“Hm? Oh it looks like my family is going to be alright” I was confused for a bit “my brother got injured and they couldn’t afford treatment for a while, I sent them money a few weeks ago to cover everything and my brother is going to be alright.”

“Oh that’s good to hear” he was washed over with relief “also, it’s dinner time, come help me cook.”

I check the time “Cook? Well I guess, it’s already 7″ I sigh with a little lazy groan “let me get my phone real quick.”

At that moment, Tenya was struck with realization, he forced routine onto her! She’s not having fun because of the lack of chaos, she THRIVES in chaos and disorder! He has to think quick!

“Actually, gets go out to eat”

“Go out? But I’m not in the mood for a sit-down restaurant” I whined “I wanna stay in my fuzzy pants and hoodie.”

“That’s fine” he smirked “lets go to McDonalds.”

“Deadass?!” I yelled as I could not believe he suggested it “well lets hop in my car and-”

“No babe, I’M driving” he grabbed his keys before she could argue “I know you love the seat warmers on high.”

“Oh si? alrighty then” I jump onto his back “lets go! I’m hungies.”

We get to the drive through and Tenya realizes that the last time he had McDonalds was in High school only because Ochako and Midoriya were broke and didn’t want him to pay for their food.

“What’s good at McDonalds?” he asked her “do they still have those little cheese burgers?”

“Tenya, did your parents not love you enough to take you to McDonalds past the age of 5?” I question as I know it’s common knowledge what’s good at McDonalds because of all the advertisements on tv and in public “personally, the triple cheeseburgers and sweet tea are my go to’s but anything on the deluxe menu is the good stuff.”

“Can you order for me?” he asked shyly, like a child asking their mother for help “I trust your food judgment and I don’t know what to get.”

When it was our turn to order, I ordered all of my favorites like the McMuffins, Triple cheeseburgers, nuggets, a cone, McDonald’s Sprite and Sweet Tea. I got recognized only because I frequent that McDonalds.

“Okay we should go home and-” I say as I set the food on my side of the car with a cone floating in my face.

“Lets go eat at the peer-over” Tenya interrupted her “I don’t want to go home to eat.”

I was in shock “Excuse me Mr. Don’t Eat In My Car! but did you just suggest we eat in YOUR car?” I watch him nod and flip his turn signal the opposite way from home “well if you say so.” We park at the peer-over and we’re the only car there. To be fair it was too cold to go on the walking trail that connects to the peer over and it was dark. We start eating and Tenya gets his first taste of that McDonald’s Sprite.

“Oh that’s why the boys get large cups of this” he shivers a bit “it tastes like electricity.”

“RIGHT?! It will baffle me on why it tastes better than canned or anyone else’s Sprite!” I laugh as I see him another sip and shiver again “what impulsed you to do this?” I poked his forehead “what’s going on in here?”

“I just felt the need to try something new” he didn’t want to admit the truth “and I thought you might want to go out because it’s been a while since we went on a date.”

“Hm...” I didn’t believe him and squinted at him “fine, keep your secrets” I eat my triple cheeseburger “but it has been a while since we’ve gone on a date, routine got me fucked up.”

That made Tenya’s jazz music stop in his head, she just confirmed his fear. What is he going to do?! What can he do to make the situation better or change? “Yeah! Isn’t it nice to just get away from home for a bit?”

“Yeah, it’s nice” I pulled the seat recliner all the way down so I could lay down and eat “I needed this, I love you.”

He reclined back too to see her better, the most he looks at her, the more he feels at ease. It’s a full moon tonight and the moonlight peers through the sunroof and illuminates her. In his mind, this was a sign from the universe and who was he to ignore the universe?

“I could get used to this sight” he sighed lovingly at her messy eating, a fry in her hair, licking the sauce from her fingers “from now, into forever.”

“Heh was that a proposal?” I joked at what he said because it sounded overly romantic for what’s actually going on.

He grabbed her hand and held it with both of his hands “Yes actually” he cleared his throat “I want to spend the rest of my life in your world, your the disorder that balances my routine, the spice in my food and the moonlight when the daylight leaves. Will you marry me?”

I couldn’t believe what was going on that I almost dropped my nugget “Oh Tenya, of course I’ll marry you!” I laughed and almost started crying “how the hell did I end up getting off guard like that! You sneaky little boy!”

“I can’t believe you said yes! To be honest I didn’t set out with the intention of proposing” he laughed with me “but the universe was swaying me to ask you at this moment” he rubbed his thumb over my knuckles “No ring or anything, just my aching heart and soul.”

“I don’t care if you gave me the biggest pearl in the ocean or the rarest rock in the galaxy” I squeezed his hand “I don’t need a ring to prove that you love me, money can’t buy what we have.”

They spent the rest of the evening scheming how they were going to tell their family and friends. It was exciting to see how this new chapter in their lives was going to unfold, in more ways than one.

To be continued...

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[coshayphinelove]

just some thinky thoughts after i wrote a tag essay that got way bigger than the tags.  feel free to read if you want, but forewarning... i have more questions after writing than before so..

so before i start anything i’d like to clarify that i love ob.  most of my issues with it are bc i got my hopes too high and held the creators to the standards i hold myself, which is not fair in art.  also, i’m only talking about the ob team and the characters, not the fans.  don’t get all in a twist, this is just me... thinkin.

so ep 5 was great.  2013 me would have loved it.  but 2017 me is like.. hard into communication and explicitly labelled representation.  and cophine is neither of those things.  like... i can understand that there’s not enough time to linger on stuff the way i would want to.  i get it.  but like... there was enough time to linger on alison.  for five seasons.  the first time she ever did anything main plot-moving was this season, she was always almost completely seperate.  she got flashbacks out the wazoo to explain her entire life story.  we met her mom.  her monitor is redeemed.  

i just am very unhappy with the doling of screen time.  like... it’s not even about shipping anymore.  it’s about plot holes and i am genuinely confused about the story at this point.  like delphine and donnie are easily comparable characters.  donnie monitored alison for close to a decade.  lied to her for a decade.  once he found out about the clones started doing things without alison’s knowledge or consent.  he is forgiven.  almost immediately.  for everything. 

delphine lasted as a monitor about... a month?  she was so bad at lying that cosima caught her.  she immediately came clean.  then in the flashback begged cosima to believe that she would always protect her.  and yet?  the conflict surrounding delphine for the entire show is ~is she good or bad???~.  and at every turn she is keeping that promise while making and keeping other promises.  and everybody, including her love interest keeps throwing her mistakes in her face.

donnie gets side plots and new dynamics to explore.  delphine has to have all of her characterization as a subset of cosima’s screen time.  donnie gets a seat at the bubbles table, delphine does not.  she has to leave and get shot (a whole different rant of equal length).

on another note, alison and cosima are also easily comparable characters: side characters used to provide info for sarah to react to.  cosima’s safety is always at risk, she’s been boiled down to her love interest for several plots, and she doesn’t ever get to acknowledge her Very Obvious PTSD and abandonment issues.  alison has low stakes conflict (up until this season, but that’s already over), she is never boiled down to donnie’s wife, and we got to watch her parse through her issues in s2 in great detail.  

like even the flashbacks.  like alison got half her episode told in flashbacks and it was gorgeous.  i by no means wanted that when there’s so much going on but i thought we would get at least a little more.  

we met alison’s parent.  we hear about her in a natural and very not forced way.  cosima gets one very long line about her family very late in the game in a clunky and almost pointless way.  (like... why was it in there?  what purpose did it serve?)

i think the problem is subtext.  everybody is always talking about the subtext.  but the problem is there are several issues that the writer’s address almost explicitly.  like alison’s drinking problem.  we learned all about that and we cheered for her when she went to rehab and we we sad when she relapsed. with cosima it’s.... two instances of smash cuts of bad memories and her reacting to them.  ......*gestures with flailing arms* ISN’T THAT ALSO IMPORTANT???  

like.  i’m going to keep talking about delphine but.. that’s just where my head is rn..

but from s1 to s2 her arc was learning what her role would be in clone club and then how to do that.  and she made some big huge strides there.  and then she comes back for s3 and it’s gone.  she’s just.. not doing that anymore?  like they took the time to film her telling cosima immediately after she messed up that she had, in fact, messed up.  and then, what, a few days later she Can’t Tell Cosima Anything Anymore?  and don’t get on me about screen time here.  it could’ve been like.. 2 more lines.  “it’s not safe, they’ll hurt you.”  “b-but delphine??” “i’m sorry.”  LIKE?  they just wanted the drama of cosima not knowing.   which i can see wanting, but it didn’t end up working.  because then you had scenes showing delphine doing things for clone club.  so then... it was just.... confusing?  and imo drawn out for too long.  

but even to this day I, a delphine stan, am still kind of iffy.  she literally made an ultimatum (promise me, everyone.  you will never make an ultimatum in your romantic/sexual/platonic relationships.  that’s a manipulation tactic that a lot of abusers use.  slippery slope please don’t do it.)(i’m also not saying that delphine is an abuser or that you’re an abuser but just.. it’s a thing to be careful of.)  

“accept our toxic relationship as is or leave.”

IN WHAT WORLD IS THAT OKAY??? like i get the sentiment behind it.  like she was saying, ‘hey cosima i know i’ve been bad but like you don’t have to stay if you don’t want.  i’ll stop kissing you and everything.’  but then....  have her say that?  everything delphine ever says to cosima is wrapped in 3 levels of subtext.  or alternatively, cut the kissies in half and let them have a few lines about a new promise or something.  idk if that’s just her being extra or if that’s just.... the writers.

bc the creators... bless them.. they’re trying.  but when it comes down to it they were predominantly straight men.  and they did add tatiana as an executive producer which is like.. the head idea guy who tell the writers what to write.  which was awesome!  but like.. she’s straight (as far as we know).  so like.. i really don’t want to pull the sexuality card here.  but i think i am.  

bc it’s one thing if you don’t give romantic, mental health, or communication plot lines very much time.  it’s another if you give a straight couple plenty and a wlw couple scraps.  it’s one thing if the straight couple gets to delve into things multiple times and the wlw couple gets ten seconds before the plot needs to keep going.

i get that the cosima-centric ep was very plot heavy, stuff was happening, i get it.  but like... if you cared about giving good rep as much as you claim you do wouldn’t you... re-structure so that they have more than 10 seconds?  wouldn’t you sacrifice some of that oh so dearly beloved body horror to let them just... talk for a hot sec?  or let them be in the same room?

i know it’s hard work.  the longest original work i’ve ever finished is a 30 page script.  and even then it’s a lot of ‘is this dialogue working?’  ‘would that character say that?’ ‘that’s a plot hole’  ‘wait where is he going again?’  i get that there’s a lot to keep track of so like... knowing who cosima’s parents are wasn’t on a post-it note on the beat board.  but i just...  one of the questions i always ask myself is ‘is this healthy?’  so like... i always make sure that if the dynamic isn’t then i either address it somewhere else or change it so it is.

i don’t think they were asking themselves that.

bc straight guys are used to power balances in their relationships.  they’re used to ultimatums.  whether it’s in their life or in fiction, that’s what they see.  and they’re socialized to see that as normal.  so when they’re made aware that the media they’re making is feminist/progressive, these guys seemed like they did research and tried to make it more so.  but... they missed the mark.  bc straight men will never know what it’s like to be a wlw or a woman.  that’s just how it works.

and then.. like... they were so hyperaware of the fans and what they wanted.  and i think the thing they understood the best was that they wanted cophine kisses.  bc a lot of ppl wanted that and like...ppl who are cophine critical sometimes also want cophine kisses.  so that’s the loudest thing they heard/saw. and instead of doing the emotional work and the plot work they thought every scene had to have kisses.

and they also knew that they could always fill in the gaps at panels.  WHICH.  not canon if you say it at a panel y’all.  they knew the fans would spread their patches all over the place.  so instead of doing the work and explicitly taking a stand they just.. let people ask them questions so they knew what people were wondering about and then...... answered.

i don’t think they did any of this maliciously but like.. the whole drama surrounding sarah’s sexuality, the great debate of whether it was problematic or not.  like... knowing now that they didn’t intend it to come off as her lashing out and having a mental breakdown helps, but.... that’s still what it looked like at first glance.  and if i’m just a DVR viewer who doesn’t meticulously stalk everything ob online, i wouldn’t know that.  and they do that with delphine’s intentions a lot.  they do it with sexuality a lot.  they do it with gender a lot.  and it’s like.... it’s representation but... label-less to the masses.  like my dad was in the room when sarah was kissing a girl and he made some snide comment about it.  and it’s like... they were just too aware of fans that they gave them what they wanted (sarah kissing a girl/cophine kisses) without thinking about if was the healthy thing for the moment.  they didn’t think about the ramifications.

and it’s just so frustrating.  bc i love this show, i do.  there’s so much to talk about and so many themes and allegories and cool stuff.  but they just... do a lot of stuff that..... really grinds my gears.  like this isn’t even a comprehensive list.