#violet is putting a curse on her kids after all the stress they put her through

[sea-owl]

I like these AUs, I'm wondering about an elopement au for the siblings. I mean Anthony is easy because in the show he was ready to run off with Kate after the not-wedding. All he needed was a signal from Kate and he'd fetch the horses and off they go to Greta Green.

For Benedict, I mean, maybe he would also do that but maybe he can abroad. Like he is traveling the continent or in America and meets Sophie (who managed to escape Araminta now and supporting herself). Maybe he's studying art, he meets Sophie, falls hard and they get married. (Maybe he found an art school that took him on without Anthony intervening, and Sophie is a maid or even a model?) Benedict returns to Aubrey Hall with Sophie in tow.

Daphne plans to elope with Simon but she ends up inviting the whole family, so it's more of a destination wedding.

Colin? More of a quick wedding than a long honeymoon, because he wants to show Penelope everything and also it's safer for them to be out of the country for a while. For reasons.

Eloise basically ran off to meet Phillip for a blind date, so if she's inclined, she would totally drag him and the twins for a quick trip to Scotland.

Francesca and Michael technically eloped in the book, if I remember correctly. So I'm not sure how much more dramatic I could make it.

I could see Gareth's dad continue being the worst, tries to stop the wedding so Hyacinth decides that she should visit Francesca and Michael. Gareth is coming. In the middle of the night. Right now Gareth, she packed her bags.

And of course, nothing can top what Gregory did in his and Lucy's book. Like, if they eloped, that would have been the saner option.

And the Ton rests easy because the Bridgertons are now happily married and will never disrupt things again - and oh god, they have children now. God help us, London won't survive.

Dear god all the Bridgertons eloping would be like another Tuesday for the ton and poor Violet just wants to see each of her babies get married. Can none of her children just give her that?! Francesca automatically becomes the favorite when her wedding to John is the one wedding Violet actually gets to plan and participate in. She loses that title and becomes part of her degenerate siblings when she elopes with Michael.

But the thing is all the siblings are just waiting on the signal from their loves and then they're off to Getna Green, or going on a long vacation to return home with a spouse.

Violet was tearing her hair when for almost four years straight she had to deal with one elopement after another. Then Francesca does it right so she has some hope. That hoped died in 1824 when not one, not two, but three of her children eloped with in a month of each other! One of them being Francesca! Violet is ready to strangle all three but they use their new spouses as shields, cowards.

Violet puts her foot down with Hyacinth and says if she's eloping then Violet will be there to witness it. She already has a bag packed too.

Then comes 1827 where Violet is almost begging Gregory to go elope with Lucy. It is better than the mess he has created so far. Lucy darling please say yes, the ton won't even blink at another Bridgerton elopement.

Violet tells all her children that she hopes their children will be just like them.

[boydepartment]

Pizza Parlor- Lee Felix: Chapter Five!

Description: Y/n is a stressed-out college student who has no idea what she is doing with her life. She is always wrapped up in nostalgia and her friends seem to know exactly what they're doing. Feeling insecure one night she decides to go on an old website. Club Penguin. Little does she know; she would encounter a certain penguin who was also having a rough night.

Stray Kids are idols, TXT is not.

Partial smau, mainly written.

Warnings for chapter 5: cursing!

WC- 2.1k

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Song for Chapter 5: Crush - Tessa Violet

Chapter 5: What does my sweet look like?

“YYYYY/NNNNN!!!!!” You woke up to the sound of Kai practically shoving plastic in your face. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, totally forgetting the reason why he was here. Looking at him and laying back down you kept your eyes on him.

“Did the eggs knock you out that badly?” Kai asked, you sat up again and smacked him with a pillow. You now remembered the horrible events of last nig- this morning.

“HEY! I BOUGHT ALL THE DYE AND BLEACH AND STUFF!” He ducked, your eyes lit up and you quickly hopped-up yawning.

Kai followed behind you to the kitchen and set the stuff down.

“Breakfast well lunch I guess?” You asked facing the fridge, when he cleared his throat, you turned around and saw on the counter he brought takeout.

“KAAAI! You didn’t have to do that; I was supposed to pay for the dye too.” You ran over to the bag, he had gotten hashbrowns and a breakfast sandwich. He also already had two water bottles out for you both.

Kai let out a small, ‘pshhh’ then started talking, “who said you were paying for the dye, plus after what happened with the whole egg thing, I figured you are deserving of takeout.” You grinned at him and grabbed some paper plates so you two could eat on the couch and put on some cartoons or something. This was a Sunday morning ritual for your guys’ little household.

                “So, I wanted to ask, who is Felix?” Kai asked suddenly.

                You choked on your water and looked at him, “what do you mean?”

                “Well, Yeonjun said you were talking to some guy named Felix… Soooooooo Y/n whoooo is heeeeee?” Kai taunted you with a hashbrown in his hand.

You swiftly took a piece of it and popped it in your mouth, “he’s just an online friend, keeping me company while you guys were gone.”

                This grabbed Kai’s attention, “where does he live?”

                “I have no clue.” You took a bite of your sandwich and Kai looked dumbfounded, usually in highschool when you guys met people online you two would just spew information like that (of course then being scolded by Yeonjun) and the recipient always gave the same information. This was truly shocking to Kai.

                “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW?”

You jumped at the sudden outburst, Futurama long forgotten you turned to him, “he is just more I dunno! He is really nice though.”

                “He didn’t even give you a COUNTRY?” Kai took a big bite into his sandwich.

                “Well… He has an accent… He sounds Australian so I just assumed I guess.” You realized how truly crazy you sounded.

                Kai started coughing and sat back, “HAS TWITTER AND RANDOM GAMES AND MESSENGER APPS TAUGHT YOU NOTHING? WHERE DID YOU EVEN MEET HIM!?”

                “…”

                “Y/n… Where did you meet this Felix guy...?” Kai side eyed you from his spot on the couch.

                “Club Penguin…”

                “Y/N!” The boy now sat back laughing at the situation.

You threw a piece of hashbrown at him, “I know other things about him! He is 22 and has a job where he works at a venue! And he has roommates, and his job is pretty serious!” You said in a matter-of-fact tone.

                “Okay okay!” Kai stopped teasing and looked at you, “what does he look like?”

                “…”

                “Y/N!”

After Kai teasing you more about your very mysterious friend you two headed to the bathroom. You guys had a mission, at the moment Kai had light brown hair that was growing out past his eyes. He was always bothered by it.

                “I think we have to dye your hair first and then cut it… Or is it the other way around.” You mumbled.

                “I thought we had to cut first then dye it.” He asked and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. You had to think for a second then you nodded. You went under the sink and fetched your hair cutting shears. Standing up you went back.

                “So, Mr. Kai what are we feeling today?” You put your hand on your hip.

                “Oh! Barber Y/n!!! I NEED THESE HAIRS OUT OF MY EYES! They’re like little daggers!!” Kai fake cried and you quickly got to work. It was mainly just a trim for him you weren’t licensed or anything so it’s not like he could ask for something crazy. You hummed to different songs on his playlist as you trimmed away.

                “What color are you thinking?” You made sure everything was even.

Kai contemplated and kicked his feet a bit, “ummm how mad would you be if I said I wanted to go platinum again?”

                “Like in senior year?” You asked and were impressed by his hair if you were being honest. You did good. It was even. Maybe you should’ve went to a trade school for hair or something.

                “Yes! Exactly like senior year!”

You took a deep breath, “we can try that!”

You were going to have to stock up on hair oils and hair masks after this. You grabbed the bowl and the dangerous bleach and activator and started to mix like you did when you made potions in your mom’s bathroom. You and Kai made small talk and then your phone buzzed. Deciding to ignore it you just continued bleaching Kai’s hair, it’s not like it was a Discord notification.

                “Oh, I wanted to talk to you about something…” Kai mumbled and looked up at you. You looked down on him and wrapped his head with the heating cap.

                “So, my family was planning on taking a trip yaknow…” He started prolonging whatever he was saying. You turned and walked to the mirror starting to bleach your own hair. Secretly you prayed this wasn’t going to be the day where you went bald due to noodle hair.

                “And they want to see yaknow… So yaknow…” Kai fiddled with his pants, you looked over at him with a small laugh.

                “No, I actually don’t.” You leaned against the counter and continued with your hair.

                “Well, Lea has really enjoyed working with you and becoming close with you and yaknow…” Kai sounded like he was really nervous. You turned to him; you were just about done with half of your head.

                “Kai, I love you but jeez man spit it out.” You started to laugh a bit.

                “They want to go to Seoul to visit my sister and Lea and I want you to come too.” He blurted out. Your jaw dropped.

                “Wait actually??” You looked at him with wide eyes. Kai frantically nodded. You grinned.

                “I will pick up more shifts!!!” You turned to do the rest of your hair.

                “Wait does that mean you’re gonna come with us?” Kai asked hopefully. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, then slightly turned to him.

                “Um DUH!”

After finishing your hair, you washed out Kai’s. Then came his toner, which you were going to split with him. Kai had ever so graciously bought your favorite color for your hair dye. You were excited. Hanging out with Kai was always something you did cherish; he was really nice and really saved you in high school and now college.

You two looked at yourselves in the mirror, hair now all done and you two dripped like wet dogs.

                “Wow.” Kai said and he touched his hair.

                “DO NOT PULL ON IT!” You said quickly and slapped his hand away from his head. He started laughing and grabbed a soft towel to squish his hair and yours.

                “So, when is this trip anyways?” You asked. You had to know so you knew how much time you had to save up money. You followed Kai into the kitchen.

                “Mmm.” Kai mumbled as he ate a piece of bread from the pantry.

                “Mmmarch? Mmmmay?” You perked up. He started laughing at you.

                “Maybe for Spring Break. But they also might schedule it in the summer, we still have school remember?” Kai said, “oh and please don’t tell your weird Club Penguin friend unless you have like facetimed him or something.”

You pretended to zip up your lips and put your pinky out. He rolled his eyes and completed your pinky promise. “I pinky promise that-" there was a ping and you started sprinting to the bathroom, it was a discord ping. Quickly unlocking your phone, you opened Felix’s message.

You froze, wait he wanted to see a PHOTO!? This was a little nerve-wracking. Okay wait y/n THINK! What if you just showed a little sliver of your hair? That sounded pretty okay, or maybe like a mirror selfie with your phone covering your face. Wait you wanted to see his hair too… Before you went to take a photo, you texted him saying you wanted to see his hair too. To your surprise he said okay. NOW YOU WERE REALLY NERVOUS.

You quickly looked up and took like 80,000 mirror selfies to only fear sending all of them. Finally, about another couple minutes you just decided fuck it, you took one you thought was nice and sent it! No other second thought!

Oh my god his eyes are so pretty, and you could see a hint of his freckles... WAIT! HE HAS FRECKLES. UGH! Why does someone so mysterious have to be so attractive to you?

You found yourself giggling at your phone, he was so cute. You really did love talking to Felix, and you couldn’t wait now that you’d get to call him again.

                “Is that Felix?” Kai asked leaning over your shoulder.

You jumped and looked up at him with a bashful grin, “yeaaaah…”

Kai rolled his eyes and smiled back, “I am gonna make dinner, do you want me to make that soup you like?”

“Yes!!!” You quickly followed him to the kitchen. The rest of the night you two decided to put on some random reality TV show then hit the hay. You figured since Felix was on a plane it would take a while for him to call so that would be good sleep time. Plus, you had a shift the next day with Lea in the afternoon, sleeping early and getting to call Felix before work sounded really nice. Just in case… you decided to be ballsy and text him your number too. You did your nightly routine and snuck into your covers, you made sure to keep your ringer on in case he calls you. That night you went to sleep with a smile on your face, eager to hear his voice again. It was so crazy to you how quickly and easy it was to want to be around him.

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Taglist is always open :) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's note: Hi everyone! I wanted to post this right now because I am going to campus today with a friend. It's technically her campus not mine but we will ignore that lol. I am hoping to finish up to chapter 8 of this story while I am there, on top of homework!

Ugh also, I am literally so SORE. I really need to learn to pace myself when it comes to working out. Plus practicing what I preach lol! Instead of having coffee today my mom got this like plant based energy thing??? Idk what it is but it tastes really good! Remember to give healthy alternatives a shot sometimes! You never know what you will find or taste!

I hope everyone is doing well today! I still feel bad about yesterdays .5 chapter being really short! So once again I apologize for that! I am actually starting to write them a lot longer. The word doc to this story is over 50 pages! How crazy is that! I am really thankful to everyone who loves this series, it really means a lot to me and I haven't gotten this much enjoyment from writing since middle school. Thank you guys for igniting this spark again, I will always be forever thankful <3 Have a good day or night everyone! I love you!

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[yslkook]

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summary: jungkook is a man of mystery and you take him on a date.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, a shitty relationship, unprotected sex (pls use protection, these two are being foolish) , some choking, grinding, making out, oral

word count: ~6.3k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. a big thank you to @cutechim for creating the texts for me lmao<33

***

Jungkook remains tight-lipped about what it was he had done over the weekend, when he had gone with Jin and Mina to a tattoo convention a few hours away. They had ended up staying the night there, and while Jungkook wanted to ask you to come with him, he wondered if it was too soon to ask. After all, you were both still enjoying each other’s company at your own sweet pace.

Eventually his little secret gets put on the back burner for the rest of the week. You were supposed to get bubble tea with him on Tuesday, but unfortunately a last minute work issue with your client and your application came up. You’d ended up working late, your eyes screaming in fatigue and went straight to bed that evening. He had understood, of course he did.

On Thursday, he was supposed to grab lunch with you at a cafe that he thought you might like, but this time it was him who had a conflict. His older sister had showed up to the tattoo parlor without any prior notice. She does this every so often, when things aren’t going well with her on again, off again shitty “boyfriend”.

Jungkook had sighed, cancelling on lunch with you to spend time with Jooyeon and comfort her with fried chicken and ice cream. You had sent an understanding thumbs up and a promise to call him later and end up having lunch with your work wife, Kira instead.

Kira who doesn’t fail to point out the glow in your cheeks and your general aura, even though it’s been nearly a week and a half since you saw Jungkook last. You roll your eyes and ignore the flames in your cheeks (and her laughter), and change the subject to your work projects. She tells you about some of the coding issues and compliance issues she’s been having with her software, and you tell her about the hours you’ve been pouring into your application for your client.

It doesn’t bother you that Jungkook hadn’t asked if you wanted to meet his sister. After all, he’d told you bits and pieces about her and her relationship. And in the last few weeks, your relationship has blossomed so beautifully. There was no reason to rush, you think. You’ll meet her hopefully under better circumstances for her.

Jungkook spends most of the evening with Jooyeon, letting her cry herself to sleep in his bed. His sister hardly ever cries like this, with sobs full of pain and hurt because of another man. But it’s been happening too much lately, too many fights and too much of Joo losing herself. It makes Jungkook see red more often than not. He knows what you’d say- that she needs him more than anything else and to not be so impulsive.

He makes sure Joo eats a warm meal before she falls asleep and he shoots you a text:

Jungkook: baby

You: hi

You: everything ok?

Jungkook: no, joo’s bf is a fkin asshole

Jungkook: she’s sleeping

Jungkook: miss u

You: im sorry baby :( can i call you?

He jumps at the chance, the sound of your voice and sight of your pretty face on video call instantly calming him. Jungkook is sure to wear a beanie to hide his surprise for you (but you don’t question it. After all, you’ve seen him in beanies plenty of times before and it’s dim in the apartment.) He moves to the couch, asking softly for you to tell him about your day. You recount every single detail from memory, shifting under your covers to tell him about how you had nearly stumbled down the stairs in front of your manager’s manager because you had missed a step.

It pulls a soft laugh from him.

“Jungkook,” You say quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know what to say,” Jungkook sighs, “She’s just… Byung-woo and her have had this on and off thing for years now. He won’t commit to her and she just refuses to see him for what he is. Like, when it’s good, it’s really good. But when it’s bad, it’s awful. I wish she’d fucking see it for herself. I don’t know what to do anymore, baby.”

“Oh, baby,” You murmur, wishing you could hug him, “All you can do is be there for her but be honest with her. She’ll come around soon, hopefully. It’s hard to see past a shitty person sometimes, when all you want is for them to love you.”

“I hope so, too,” Jungkook says, “She’d love you, you know?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Don’t get a big head,” Jungkook chuckles, “Maybe you can meet her someday. Under better circumstances, I mean.”

“Really? You want me to meet your older sister?” You ask softly, feeling a little flustered, “That’s serious.”

“I told you, baby,” Jungkook soothes, “I’m serious about you.”

“Yeah. Seriously crazy about me,” You giggle to yourself. You know if Jungkook was with you, he’d flick your forehead.

“It’s true,” He murmurs, “Maybe I can see you this weekend?”

“Yeah, you still have to show me what you did over the weekend! Take care of Jooyeon first,” You reply, “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll drop stuff off, just tell me.”

“I will,” Jungkook promises, “Sleep well, I miss you.”

“Sleep well. I miss you.”

***

Jooyeon ends up leaving on Saturday morning after a lecture from Jungkook and with determined resolve in her eyes. You jump at the chance to take him out tonight, knowing how stressed he’s been the last few days.

You: be ready at 6:30 tn, im taking u out. and dress slutty

Jungkook doesn’t know how to interpret your text when he reads it. He considers asking Mina and Mei what this means, but ultimately leaves it alone. Replying to your message with a quick thumbs up, he busies himself with getting ready to see you (and surprising you, finally after a full week of wanting to show you what he had done.)

Once you parallel park your car (which takes far too long than you’d like to admit), you grab the small bouquet of purple roses that you had gotten for Jungkook and text him saying that you’ll be up in a few minutes.

Taehyung had caught you struggling to parallel park, and had told Jungkook with a snicker. Which earned him a punch to the arm.

There wasn’t a particular reason that you had chosen to get purple roses for him, other than the fact that they reminded you of him. You hope he likes them.

Jungkook hears a soft knock at the door, and can already envision you behind it. He hopes you like his surprise, the one he’s been teasing you for a week about. You had given no hints of what you would be wearing- you had only sent him one selfie that didn’t give much of a hint into your outfit. He has no doubt that you’ll look gorgeous, but still.

Maybe Jungkook’s nerves shouldn’t be this intense, but he can’t help it. He swings the front door open, only to be greeted by you swaying on your feet with your hands held behind your back. His heart throbs when you pull your hands apart and present him with a beautiful bouquet of purple roses.

How ironic.

“Hello,” You say with a small smile, suddenly feeling a little shy and gasping when your eyes land on his hair, “Wow. You weren’t kidding…”

His hair is tied back into a ponytail, but it’s unmistakably elegant and so violet. Two neat pieces of his newly dyed hair fall into his face effortlessly, but then your gaze reaches the piercing on his left eyebrow. Your lips remain parted in surprise and without thinking, you reach up to touch his hair. It’s still soft, as it always is.

“Come in, baby,” Jungkook says, taking the roses from you, “You must really like me, huh? Got me flowers and everything?”

“Shut up,” You mutter, cheeks heating up, “Don’t get a big head.”

Jungkook only grins wolfishly at you and winks at you, eyes unashamedly glued to your ass. You roll your eyes, and swat his shoulder as you watch him put the rose in a vase and place it in the center of the dining table.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been in his shared apartment (that he lives with Taehyung and Jimin in) but you somehow feel shy in his presence again, as if it was the first time. The first time you had been here with him had been the first time you had spent the night at his apartment several weeks ago, after a night out with your friends.

You let your gaze wander, curious eyes settling on the subtle matching of the furniture and the cleanliness of the apartment. There’s not a stray speck of dust in sight, but maybe you’re distracting yourself from addressing the pretty purple of his hair. Your mouth is dry, and you’re probably drooling a little. You wonder if Jungkook prepared for this, the same way you did (in that you had washed your car, cleaned every inch of it and gotten a new car freshener).

A faint scent of fresh laundry and lavender sits in the spaces of his home. It calms you and gives you the boost to turn your eyes to him.

“Thanks for the roses, baby,” Jungkook says, giving you a smile and starry eyes. He pulls you into his arms, your back against the counter. “Surprise. Do you like it?”

“Uh,” You mumble, brain deciding to short-circuit with the way he looks at you. His smile turns into a smirk, deciding to further render you speechless by pressing himself closer to you and cradling your neck. He’s careful not to touch your face. He doesn’t want to mess your makeup up terribly, at least not yet.

“I know you like my hair. Your face says it all, baby,” Jungkook continues and ducks his head for a quick kiss, “You’re pretty.” He does quite like this dress, light blue and dotted in small flowers with thin straps. His eyes are instantly drawn to the drawstring at the center of your chest and he quells the urge to pull at it.

Jungkook’s mouth waters when he sees the side split of the dress but you want more from him immediately, but he pulls away to your chagrin. Even with the simple kiss, the burgundy color of your lipstick stains his plump bottom lip.

You shiver. It appears that he tried to take your words via text to heart- to dress slutty. He’s wearing a loose animal print button up, with the top three buttons undone. It gives you a delectable view of his pecs, his collarbones and a hint of the tattoo on his right side. As if you weren’t already weak in the knees for him as it was, he wears a black coat and tight, leather pants.

Jungkook pulls it off, like he pulls everything off and the purple hair blends seamlessly with his look. Tonight, he’d opted for two silver hoops in each ear and a thin silver necklace to match.

Your knees are weak, they’ve been weak since you had seen him in this offensive outfit and his hair, his new piercing that was clearly an attack on your entire existence.

The purple hair. The piercing. He’ll be the death of you tonight, you know it. Your legs are wobbly, panties already probably a little wet just from seeing him and from a few of his kisses. But you can’t help it. Without thinking, you press your lips to his, drawing your tongue into his mouth eagerly. You are so hungry, so eager to devour him and drink up anything that he offers you. Jungkook tugs you closer to him lightly by your waist but-

“Seriously? Right in front of my dinner?” Comes an amused voice from behind Jungkook and you nearly screech at the familiar sound of Jimin’s voice.

“I- I didn’t-You-” You stammer, feeling your face heat up to a degree that it’s definitely never heated up to before. You hide behind Jungkook to fix your surely wrecked lipstick. You’re certain his own lips are probably comically smudged with your lipstick as well. “Sorry Jimin, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know, we’ll leave-”

Jungkook only rolls his eyes at Jimin’s wide smirk and knowing eyes. He hears you scolding Jungkook for not telling him that anyone was home, to which he promptly responds “well, you didn’t ask!”

Despite the very natural and easy flow of conversation between you and Jungkook in your car, you still feel overheated and jumpy, your fingers incessantly tapping on the steering wheel. It’s not Jungkook, it’s you and your own nerves. It’s not the first time you’ve gone out to dinner with him and it’s certainly not the first time you’ve had him in your car. If Jungkook notices, he says nothing.

“Where are we going, baby?” Jungkook asks, looking at you. You don’t meet his eyes, choosing instead to focus on the road despite being at a red light.

“Umm, that place you mentioned the other day. The one we talked about trying together,” You say softly. Jungkook can only wonder why you’re a little quiet, but he thinks he knows. You slip into your head so easily and he doesn’t mind gently tugging you out of your thought cloud and into reality with him.

“Can you help me park,” You mumble sheepishly, “I get nervous parking in such tight spaces.”

“Yeah, pull over here before it’s impossible to,” Jungkook murmurs. You nod and do so, hopping out of the driver’s seat to switch places with him. But before you can get in the passenger’s seat, Jungkook grips your wrist loosely. You look at him curiously, with wide eyes and he drops a kiss to your lips, swallowing your surprise.

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook murmurs, “So fucking pretty, baby. I love this dress on you.” You preen at his praise, leaning forward for another kiss with a shy smile. He subtly squeezes your left tit before letting his hand travel downward.

“You look really good, Jungkook,” You murmur before he kisses you, “I-I really, really like it. A lot.”

He gently caresses your thigh from under your dress, the heat of his hand shooting straight up your core. Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth quickly, coaxing your endearing nervousness away. As if you both aren’t pulled over to the side of the street where cars are passing you by (and surely wondering why you both were making out like this in public).

“Are we gonna be those people who have a roadside quickie,” You laugh, gently pushing his shoulder when you pull away.

“Roadside quickie? Get your mind out of the gutter,” Jungkook says but his lips twist into a wicked smirk, “But hey, if you wanna give me road head, I’m not going to complain about it-”

“Ha, you would be so lucky,” You scoff, feeling your nerves beginning to ease out of you, “C’mon, our reservation is soon. And then we can talk about road head.”

Dinner goes perfectly and after a glass of wine you feel those inexplicable nerves wash away. What did you have to be nervous for anyway? It was Jungkook- Jungkook who you’ve known for years. Your friend before any of this. He asks you about work, how your application is going-

“Your client sounds pretty demanding,” Jungkook muses, “You keeping up with it okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m not even an application engineer so I’m just learning as I go. My true roots are data and data science but I get to see all of it. Which is cool. But also time consuming, like the other evening, I had to read up on the compliance regulations. But my favorite thing is creating modeling and programs for this app, it’s really cool because it’s healthcare specific. So I’m learning about that sector as well, it’s mostly python but we’ve been doing testing with different healthcare providers in the area and they’re all responding really well to it-” You’re rambling, you know it, but your passion for your career knows no bounds and Jungkook makes no move to stop you. He only smiles at you, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching, gesturing for you to continue.

It’s funny. Not even a few months ago, you would have cut yourself off from your own rambling. In an attempt to convince yourself that the other person didn’t need to hear about it. Maybe that was Sora’s subconscious influence on you. Today, you don’t think twice about it, glowing and shimmering under the dim, blue lights of the restaurant as you tell Jungkook more about your job.

He makes your heart race and he’s sitting right in front of you. Your chin is in your hands as you listen to the pretty words slipping out of his lips. He’s so dreamy, and you struggle to not let your gaze stray from his eyes and linger on his exposed tattoos and chest. You don’t even know where to look, deciding to settle on the way his newly purple locks fall to his forehead just perfectly.

“What do you wanna eat for dessert?” You murmur, looking at the menu and cautiously allowing your foot to brush against his.

In hindsight, you should’ve seen it coming-

“You,” Jungkook says easily, as if he’s talking about the weather.

“Corny,” You roll your eyes, but nudge his foot again. You end up deciding on sharing a slice of decadent, chocolate mousse cake. Which Jungkook ends up finishing off when you satisfy your sweet tooth after a few big bites.

He leans over without a second thought, thumbing away stray cream from the corner of your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick the tip of his thumb and he looks at you with wide eyes before grinning roguishly.

“Wanna get outta here, baby?”

“Should I take you home, Jungkook?” You ask, finding the courage somewhere in the remnants of the glass of wine currently evaporating from your system to take his hand in your lap once you’re both settled in your car.

“Do you want to take me home?” Jungkook asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“I have some wine I think you’d like at my place. I just got it,” You say a little breathlessly, “And I have to inspect something, I might need your help.” Jungkook laughs, a little derisively and you pout.

“You don’t have to bribe me with wine, baby. You know I would’ve been down regardless,” Jungkook says, squeezing your hand, “What do you need to inspect? Do you have a leak or something?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a leak alright,” You say under your breath, thinking about the growing wetness in your panties, “My man just showed up here with purple hair and an eyebrow piercing, looking like a damn model after one whole week. I have to inspect him.”

“Oh, is that so? In that case, I would love to be your lab rat. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen the inside of your bedroom before-”

“Who said you’d get that far?”

“I already did, baby. Did you forget?” Jungkook’s smirk widens, eyes sparkling with mischief. He gently cups your face, thumb on your chin and hovers just over your lips. You think he’s about to kiss you, so you close your eyes in anticipation of his lips on yours.

But it never comes. Instead, his breath fans over your cheeks and he lets out a low laugh. “I sure didn’t forget, and I know you didn’t either.”

You roll your eyes and swat his hand away, ignoring (but letting out a smile) when he chuckles. You decide to hold his hand for as much of the drive back home you can.

Jungkook’s hands are on your hips even as you’re fumbling with the keys to your front door. He’s a distraction, his warm heat plastered against your back and the simple act of opening your damn door feels like too much of a chore. When Jungkook’s lips glaze over the back of your neck, his fingers roaming your waist, it’s difficult for you to focus.

So Jungkook scoffs and turns the key for you. “Can’t open the door, baby?” Jungkook taunts and you level him with a glare.

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your hands to yourself in front of my door!”

“You like it,” Jungkook says, shutting the door behind him and hugging you as you try to walk away from him to wash up. You escape his grip with a giggle and lock yourself in your bathroom, while Jungkook waits with a disgruntled pout.

When you come out, you head into the kitchen to pour out two glasses of wine and bring some snacks out. You’re not particularly hungry, though you wouldn’t mind eating and you’re sure Jungkook wouldn’t mind either.

Your train of thought is of course interrupted by the man himself and he wraps his arms around you from behind, pushing you into the counter. One might say that Jungkook is being clingy, but you know this is how he shows his affections. Through physical touch more than anything else. And you quite like it, you like the reassurance of his body close to yours. It’s what you’ve always wanted and never known that you needed.

“Missed you,” He breathes into your hair. Even if he’s been with you for the last few hours… You understand him. It feels like you’re both making up for lost time. For time that you could’ve spent together, rather than apart.

“Me too,” You murmur, “Can you take this to the couch, honey? I’ll bring the glasses and the wine.”

Jungkook hums and kisses your temple, squeezing your ass before heeding your soft demand. You sit next to him, thighs touching, and pour out a glass for both of you to enjoy. You lean against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his bicep and turn the television on. But neither of you are really paying attention.

“Hey,” Jungkook murmurs, “I had a good time tonight, baby.”

“Don’t I know it,” You say smugly, “It’s not everyday a pretty girl takes you out for din-” He cuts your words off by pulling you into his lap, somehow not spilling even a single drop of wine in the movement. You would’ve killed him if even a hint of a wine stain appeared on your velvet couch.

You press your hand into his shoulder, the hint of his tattoo and the glint of his piercing catching your eye. You swirl your glass of wine with your other hand. “What a precarious position to be in,” You say dryly, even grinding your hips into his playfully. He gives you a look, and stills your movements with one hand on your waist. Jungkook sets his glass on the coffee table behind you and cradles your neck, pulling you down for a sharp kiss. It’s almost desperate and needy, nothing like his kisses from before.

You slip your tongue into his honeyed mouth, tasting seeds of his desperation with your tongue. But then, you remember your wine glass and pull away from his lips with a lewd smack to reach behind you and place it on the coffee table as well.

“So pretty,” Jungkook moans, pushing the straps of your dress to the side and dotting your shoulders in wine-stained kisses, “Pretty girl, my pretty baby-”

You tilt his cheek towards you for a kiss, whining into his mouth at his praise. It shoots down your spine in a delicious hum and his hands roaming the expanse of your back makes you feel warm and powerful.

The way your hips move in time with his, the way you fit into the crevices of his thighs and his chest- he just wants to give you everything. He wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Jungkook will give you everything, if you let him.

“And what about you?” You rasp with swollen lips and wild eyes when you finally pull away. You press your fingers into the exposed, inky part of his chest, where his shirt is unbuttoned for your eyes. “You look so fucking good all the time, but-but I told you to dress slutty and you did this for me, huh? You did this for me, bunny?”

Jungkook’s cock jumps in his tight pants and his throat goes dry. Your eyes are devious, filled with mischief and sin and he gives himself to you fully and wholly.

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods eagerly, “Yeah, I wanted to look nice for you, baby.”

“A-and your hair,” You mumble, feeling a little lovesick, “I love it, I love it, I love it-I just wanna- wanna make you feel good. Can I do that, bunny? Make you feel good?”

Jungkook nods with wide, doe eyes, wondering how the tables were turned so quickly.

“Take me to my bedroom,” You demand softly. The glasses of wine and snacks on the tray are left forgotten as Jungkook easily scoops you up in his arms. Even with your lips soft and slow against his neck, he somehow makes it to your bed.

It’s definitely not the first time you’ve had Jungkook in your bed (or that you’ve been in his bed). It’s not the first time you’ve peeled his shirt off meticulously and licked your way down his chest, to unbutton his tight pants. It’s not the first time he’s seen you on your knees on your bed (to alleviate the strain on your knees if you were on the floor).

By now, the shock of your impatience has worn off. Jungkook frequently reminds you to slow down, that you both have nowhere to be except with each other.

It looks like his pants are glued to his legs, and while you can appreciate the visual, you want to appreciate the real thing. You groan in frustration and Jungkook does the work for you, pushing the offending fabric away and breathing a sigh of relief. You crawl closer to him, nails featherlight against his taut thighs.

He’s golden, his body taut and spilling with swirls of color in the divots of his muscles. Your mouth waters.

But Jungkook moves your hands away when you start inching closer, wanting to palm his cock. He joins you on the bed, pushing your back to the bed and hiking the skirt of your dress up to your hips. His hands are tight and warm and welcome on your hips, a flare of desire shooting down your spine and straight to your pussy. You buck your hips up towards him with a pout but he only squeezes.

“What did I tell you,” Jungkook murmurs, swatting your thigh lightly.

“You’ll have to remind me,” You breathe.

“Told you to slow down, baby,” Jungkook says, letting his fingers trail up your thighs and slip under your panties. His hand is warm in contrast to the rings on his fingers. They do little to cool your skin, though. “Impatient girl.”

“You say that like a bad thing-”

“And you talk so fucking much,” Jungkook drawls, hovering over you and dropping his weight on top of you, nudging your cheek to kiss you. You reach upwards to thread your hands through his hair but he’s quick, so much quicker than you. Jungkook pins your wrists with just one hand, and the mere action, the mere display of strength has you sighing and your pussy fluttering.

“Lift your hips,” Jungkook says thickly, and you do so immediately. It’s easy for him to pull your black lace panties off to the side. But before he does so he gives you a small smile of approval, knowing that you wore them specifically for him to see.

“I really do love this dress, baby,” He says, “Makes your tits and your ass look amazing.”

“Take it off, then. And see the goods up close,” You say, wiggling against his grip.

“I will,” Jungkook says lazily, “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” Without a single warning, he lifts you up easily into his lap. Your bare pussy brushes against his bare cock deliciously, your hips moving of their own accord. He stills you again, and carefully unzips your dress and pulls it off of you. His fingers on you are soft but firm, leaving your head spinning and hazy.

You haven’t even had his cock yet, and you’re about ready to combust. Jungkook pushes you on the bed, your tits bouncing with the force of your back hitting the mattress and hovers over you. You pull at his hair a little impatiently and he groans, the sound reverberating across the walls only to ring in your head. You want to hear it again, and again and again.

“Jungkook,” You whine, “Please, bunny, do something. Look at me, look at my pussy, come clean me up-”

“So needy,” Jungkook murmurs and ignores you in favor of kissing your tits, rubbing your nipples with his fingers, “‘M needy for you too, baby.”

“You’re so hard, so big,” You babble, “Please, want your cock, baby.”

Impatient. Jungkook kisses your chest, your belly, your hips and makes you cum on his tongue twice (while you tear up and cry a little bit, gripping his purple locks fiercely and holding onto his shoulder) before letting you stroke his cock. You’re about to push him on his back to blow him with determined eyes, but he stops you.

It appears he’s impatient too, and he wants to see you cream his cock before cumming all over your tits (which has become his favorite place to).

“Jungkook,” You breathe sharply, “There, baby, right there-” You cut yourself off with a groan, stilling your hips and pushing his face into your chest. Jungkook’s groans are muffled against your tits, but you feel the wetness of his lips and the warmth of his tongue over your nipples.

“Shit,” You mumble, “Feels so good-”

“So pretty, baby,” Jungkook coos, pulling away from your tits to look up at you with lust in his eyes, “I’m yours, all yours-”

You groan, bouncing on his cock even harder as a flare of possessiveness flashes across your belly. “Move back,” You say softly, “Lay down. I’m gonna ride you so good, baby.”

Jungkook barely has a chance to catch his breath before your nails are on his chest, trying to hold yourself steady as you push yourself down onto his cock, pulling a deep moan of your name from his lips. His hands are tight on your hips, watching with wide eyes- he doesn’t know where to look, what to do.

He squeezes when one of your hands drifts over his and rests on top of his hand.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” Jungkook mumbles, “Whatever you want baby, I’m yours-”

“You talk so much,” You say hoarsely, with a wicked smile, “It’s cute.” Your free hand floats upward, resting loosely at the base of his neck. His chain is cold against his heated skin but all he can focus on is the glide of your hand over his neck.

His cock twitches inside you and your smile widens. “Is this okay?” You whisper, “This okay, bunny?”

“Harder,” Jungkook groans, “Fuck, harder, baby.”

“Like this?” You ask innocently, closing your hand around the sensitive spots of his neck. His pretty eyes flutter as he nods, a quiet moan slipping out into the air.

“You’re pretty like this,” You say softly, “Shit, you’re pretty like this…”

He lets out a choked laugh at that. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his hastily. Jungkook thrusts upward, hips meeting your ass but your hand doesn’t leave his neck. Not just yet. You breathe into his mouth, allowing him to swallow your soft whimpers.

You wet your lips with a loud smack and cradle his cheek gently. Jungkook is mesmerized by the heat in your eyes, smoldering and burning through his skin. You let your fingers glide over your clit, gathering wetness and before Jungkook can ask what you're doing-

“Open,” You mumble hoarsely, “Open, bunny.”

Pushing a finger past his chapped lips, you gasp at the sight of him below you with your fingers in his mouth.

You could cum just from watching him. His tongue swirls over your finger before sucking lightly with a pretty flush covering his cheeks. Your eyes widen, another gasp brushing over his cheeks.

“Fuck,” You mumble dreamily, “You’re so good, bunny.”

Your body is burning, jaw slack and the feeling of Jungkook’s bare cock inside of you almost too much to handle. It was wildly irresponsible- he wasn’t wearing a condom and you weren’t on birth control, and it was a conversation for later. But you can’t think, not when it feels this good, not when you’ve had a taste of his cock in this way. Besides, he always pulls out just in time. But still, you both should know better.

“Oh, Jungkook,” You whine, “‘m close, I’m so fucking close, make me cum, bunny-”

“Baby,” Jungkook rasps, “My pretty baby looks so good on my cock like this. My smart, kind, b-beautiful girl, my angel-”

Tears prick your eyes- it’s easy for you to become overwhelmed like this. You tug your hands away and thread your fingers through his, dipping your head for a kiss.

“You like that, angel? You like being mine?” Jungkook murmurs, slowing your hips so he can take over. But he knows you’re close.

“Only yours,” You mumble. Jungkook pulls you into his chest swiftly and flips you so that you’re on your back. He places your legs over his shoulders and brackets your head with his forearms, his necklace just above your nose and his hair tickling your face. But you're mesmerized by the determination and adoration in his eyes.

“Jungkook,” You murmur brokenly, “O-oh, y-yeah, baby, there, mmmf-” You squeeze his biceps with a gasp, watching his face closely. Pushing his hair behind his ears, you cradle his cheek and pull him down for a sweet, long kiss.

His fingers dance across your thighs and rub your clit in slow circles and murmuring soft words of praise in your ear. You’re vaguely aware that your body erupts in a tidal wave of flames, warming you from inside out. You don’t hear anything except for your cries of his name, you don’t see anything but him through your blurry eyes.

“Baby,” Jungkook says through clenched teeth, “O-open your mouth, baby. Fuck, baby, this pussy- I’m gonna cum, baby, fuck-”

You open your mouth with hooded eyes and your tongue lolling out and Jungkook pulls out of you abruptly with a series of curses. He’s not fast enough to get all of his cum in your mouth, some of it landing on your cheek. You swallow his cum with a dopey smile and open your arms for him to bury his face in your tits.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook says breathlessly, rolling off of you and pulling you into his side, “This pussy’s gonna be the death of me. Where’d you learn to ride dick like that, huh?”

“I’ll never tell,” You mumble, “Gimme a kiss.”

And so he does, tasting himself on your lips. He kisses you nice and slow, just how you both like after a night like this. Eventually he cleans you up and you do the same for him.

Under the covers with only the shared warmth between your sheets to keep you company, you rest your head on Jungkook’s bicep and look up at him. Your fingers continue tracing patterns on his chest, tracing the swirls and curves of ink as they appear.

Jungkook dips his head to nudge your nose and you softly laugh as his hair falls into your face. “What are you thinking about, baby?” He murmurs, lazily draping an arm over you. By now, you’ve realized that Jungkook is possibly the most vulnerable with you in moments like this. When you’re both bare and basking in a post-sex haze.

That’s not to say that he’s not vulnerable at other times. But it’s just different like this.

You take his hand and thread your fingers through his. His fingers are bare, as you had taken his rings off and they’re currently sitting in your jewelry dish on your dresser.

“We just,” You murmur, “We spent so long being apart. When we should’ve been together. All because I…”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly but gently, “Don’t do that. You’re where you’re supposed to be. We’re where we’re supposed to be.”

“But we wasted so much time not being together because of me,” You mumble forlornly, feeling your throat getting a little dry, “Because I listened to Sora and didn’t-”

“Oh, baby,” Jungkook says, pulling you in for a hug and a forehead kiss, “That’s not true at all. We’re together now, and we both had some growing to do. That’s what matters.”

“Okay,” You reply in a strained voice. You don’t quite sound like you believe him, and Jungkook makes a mental note of that. “Do you feel like… we have lost time to make up for?”

“Do you feel like that?” Jungkook counters, making your heart skip a beat, “Because I don’t. I know it’s hard, baby, but you can’t beat yourself up for that. It’s in the past, baby. Forgive yourself. There’s nothing to race against, it’s just me and you.”

“I’ll try,” You say a little meekly. Jungkook nods and pulls you in for a soft kiss, one that has your toes curling and your belly flipping. He shifts so that you’re tucked into his side, surrounded by him and his hands on your skin. He kisses you until your previous thoughts don’t feel so loud in your head, he whispers to you and pulls sweet laughs from your throat until you can detach from the strange cloud that had suddenly appeared.

He’s your safe place.

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Moving on- Chapter Six

Warnings- Smut, cussing, dom/sub dynamic (I would like to point out, this dynamic can be seen in a lot of different ways. Plz don’t come at me), honorifics, mentions of child abuse 

"Do you have any idea who Lilith is going on a date with?" Jasper raises a confused eyebrow at Mic's random question. It certainly isn't something she expected to be brought up while they're grading a few final exams. "Uh, no. I never asked because I assumed it would be you." He shakes his head, his eyes suddenly turning to nothing. "Nah. I'm too old for her. It was a one time thing." "Don't give me that shit, Mic. Why didn't you ask her out?" "Because of the age gap.. and we agreed that the sex had no feelings." Jasper rolls her eyes and passes him an English test. "Uh huh, whatever. She'll tell me when she's ready." "On to happier news, because this is depressing me, have you and Sho had that date yet?" Jasper sighs and gives him a small head shake. "We can't find the time, honestly." Mic groans. "Girl, its been almost three weeks! Has he even kissed you yet?" "Mic," she chuckles, "no, he hasn't. To be fair, I haven't made a move either." "Yeah, but you're a-" "Don't you dare say-" "A bottom." Jasper places her pen down, facing Mic with a glare. "Mic, I have kissed people before." "But not Sho. Trust me, I've seen how he looks at you. Most of the time it's the cute, high school crush look, but when he saw you hug All Might the other day.." Jasper's eyes widen with worry. "Did I make him mad?" "Absolutely not, but it's no secret that him and All Might aren't exactly buddy buddy. Sho is highly.. not protective.. but territorial." She tilts her head, which makes Mic chuckle. "It isn't my business to tell, but Sho prefers a certain dynamic with relationships. I'm sure he'll let you know before the two actually make it official." "Oh.. did he have that dynamic with Joke?" Mic shakes his head. "Joke said he was weird for it, so he respected her decision."   The classroom door opens, and the man they were just talking about walks in, straightening the scarf around his neck. "I'm about to head into the Todoroki and Yaoyorozu's final." Jasper smiles as he searches the drawers of the desk for his eyedrops. "Here, silly." He smiles when Jasper pulls a bottle from her pocket. "I can always count on you, can't I? Thank you." He takes them with a slight blush before pulling something from his other pocket. "I need you to do me a big favor since Mic has to leave, too." "Of course, Sho." "Can you give this to Shinso? I fixed his scarf when he fucked it up in training." "Be nice to him, Sho. I'll make sure he gets it, but I need a hug before you go." He rolls his eyes, but grins when she wraps her arms around his torso. "You can just ask for a hug, Jas." "But you make a funny face when I say it like that." "Shut up. Anyways, tell Shinso that we aren't training today and that he can go home after school." "Oh?" He chuckles and lifts her chin gently with his thumb and index finger. He can practically see her eyes gleam from the small gesture. "You, me, cat cafe. Tonight. I'm taking you on that date I promised." "A-Are you sure? I mean, I can ask my dads to bring me different clothes if-" "Don't. You look beautiful. Just be ready to go once school ends. Come on, Mic." "Right behind ya, Romeo." Aizawa takes a second to press his nose to Jasper's affectionately before he turns and leaves the classroom. She stands alone for a second, her heart racing. How has no one else tried to steal him away? She'll never understand. Still, she shakes her head, leaving to head to the general studies' classrooms. Lucky for her, most of the kids were wandering the halls. When she sees the violet haired boy sitting by himself, she feels a bit bad. So many people ignore him, or are terrified of his quirk. He doesn't make friends easily, but Jasper loves seeing him open up around Aizawa. "Shinso!" The boys bright purple eyes widen at the sound of his name, but he smiles when he sees Jasper waving him over. He stands, almost dropping his drink, and quickly walks towards her. "Hi, Daedalus." She opens her arms and gets a gentle hug from the rather large boy. He was super scrawny before he started his training, but now he's even scarier than before. "I got a present for you." "A-A present?" When she pulls the scarf out, his eyes glow. "He managed to fix it?!" She nods, placing the bundled up cloth in his hands. "I was so scared I screwed it up for good." "Aizawa worked all day on fixing it yesterday." Shinso's eyes fill with worry. "He must be so mad.." "No, hun, he isn't. If he was, he wouldn't give it back." As Shinso places it around his neck, she catches a glance of something on his cheek. When she tilts her head, he pauses. "You okay, ma'am?" "Yeah, but did Aizawa really leave that bruise on your cheek?" Shinso's widened gaze tells her that she wasn't supposed to notice that. "W-what bruise?" "Shinso.. come to my office." He curses in his mind, but follows her without question. The fact he isn't saying anything is slightly concerning. Yeah, he's generally a quiet kid, but she can usually get him to talk to her. He seems to trust her and Aizawa with a lot, and it wouldn't be too bad if Aizawa accidentally left a bruise on his face. He would have no reason to hide it. Once she closes the door, Shinso sits on the sofa, his hands trembling in his lap. "D-Daedalus, it isn't-" "Shinso," she sighs and sits in a chair in front of him, "was it a student? You aren't going to be in trouble, but I can take it to them." He shakes his head, still staring at his lap. She sighs, going over to her oil diffuser. She can feel his eyes on her once she isn't actually looking at him. "Did you know that peppermint oil has a natural calming effect on the brain?" He finally releases a tiny chuckle. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because I'm putting some in the diffuser. I'm also going to make us some peppermint tea." "Daedalus.. I'm okay." "I believe you, Shinso, but I'm not okay letting you leave until you're less stressed." He sighs softly. "How can you-" "Your neck is tense. Aizawa might have told me your body language." "Damn it, Eraserhead.." He covers his mouth the moment the words leave his mouth, but Jasper only laughs. "Go ahead and let it all out. I won't tell him what you say. Milk?" "U-Umm.. please?" Once she finishes making the tea, she passes him a warm cup. He holds it for a minute, relishing in the warmth on his fingertips. Of course, she takes a seat in front of him, a kind smile on her face. His cheeks warm slightly, and he sips at the tea to ignore it. "You wanna tell me about that bruise now?" "I-I.. I can't, Dae-" "Jasper." "Excuse me?" She smiles, the steam from her cup slightly fogging up her glasses. "Just call me Jasper. Just don't let Mr. Aizawa know I said that, okay?" Shinso chuckles slightly. "Yeah, the last time I didn't call you Daedalus in front of him didn't end well." He winces, remembering the many, many push ups and sit ups he was forced to do that day. A few included his mentor sitting on his back, and he's heavier than he looks. Jasper places the cup down with a sigh. "I won't force you to tell me Shinso, but I am concerned.. and I have to report it." "D-Don't! Please!" He suddenly drops the cup, shattering it. Jasper's first instinct is to jump up and reach for the towels above her desk, but then she sees it. When her hand raises for the towels, Shinso cowers back, covering his face. The place he covers is almost exactly where the bruise is located. "I-I didn't mean to... I'm sorry.." She lowers her hand, ignoring the fact that tea is still in the floor. "Shinso.. hun I was just grabbing towels.." He opens his eyes slightly, and she tries her best to smile comfortingly at him. "You've.. been through some things, haven't you?" He lowers his arms, but he's even more tense than he was before. "I.. I'm okay." "Hitoshi." He whimpers from her using his first name so nicely. Usually, if he hears his first name, he knows he screwed something up. "Jasper," he finally sighs, "I just have issues with my mom and dad. It's nothing to worry about." "Hun, you have bruises from it. It obviously is something to worry-" "Just, please, shut up about it." He regrets his words immediately. She's only trying to help. Still, she chuckles lightly. "You can be mad, Shinso, I don't care. I care about your safety, and Aizawa will, too." His eyes shoot open. "You can't tell him!" "Shinso, how is he going to work through this in training if he doesn't know?" "I've been doing fine without-" "But you'll never become the hero you see yourself as unless you get the help you need, Shinso." Anger flashes in his eyes, and he jumps up. Standing, he's quite a bit bigger than her, but she doesn't back down. Instead, she stands a bit straighter. "I will become a great hero. Don't talk to me like a child." "Shinso, you are a child. Sit down." "No." She chuckles a bit. "Do you think I'm intimidated by your size, Shinso?" He bites the inside of his cheek. Her eyebrow raises, waiting for a response. "I don't care if you are or not. Don't question the hero I'll be. I don't need help with this." She laughs, which makes his fists tighten. "You don't need help, but you want it." "What?" She glances at her door with a smirk. "I never locked you in. You could walk out. You could try to brainwash me, but you aren't. Why?" That makes him relax, for some odd reason. Instead of anger, his eyes fill with tears. She walks over and touches his arm softly. He can't help but wonder if her gentle touch reminds him of a mother. "Sit, Shinso." "Y-yes ma'am.." She grabs a towels finally and starts wiping the mess that was made. "I.. I really didn't mean to break it, Jasper." "I know. Accidents happen." Once it's all cleaned up, Jasper walks calmly to her desk to send an email. The councilor is the one that should handle this. As much as she wants to go beat Shinso's parents herself, she knows better. "Shinso, do you know Ms. Dani?" "Ms.. Dani?" She nods. "She's a councilor here. She usually handles the hero course, but she's going to be the one to help you out." "W-Why can't you?" She frowns and walks back to the obviously scared teenager. "She can get in touch with the right people, but you need to trust her." He whimpers slightly. "I.. I only trust you and Eraser.." She nods, rubbing a gentle hand in his wild hair. "We'll be there as much as we can, okay?" "P-promise..?" She smiles and holds her pinky to him. He wraps his around hers with a smile.   When her door is creaked open, she turns to meet light eyes. "You emailed me, Daedalus?" The councilor is relatively short, just an inch or two taller than Jasper is. Her hair is as red as Kirishima's, also. Jasper smiles and waves for her to come inside. "I did. I could use your expertise." The pale woman blushes ever so slightly. Truth be told, her and Jasper haven't had the time to really talk. They've said a few things to each other in staff meetings. However, she knows that there seems to be something between her and the very stern 1A homeroom teacher. "I hardly call myself an expert, Daedalus." "For the gods' sake, can you please call me Jasper?" Dani blushes even more from the genuine amusement coating Jasper's words. "Of course! I apologize, Jasper." "Ahhh, we'll work on it, won't we? Anyways, this is Shinso. He's a general studies student." "I-I-m trying to get into the Hero course.." Jasper pats his shoulder softly. "He's Eraserhead's apprentice. It has.. come to my attention that he needs someone to help him out of a bad situation." Dani tilts her head, allowing her crimson hair to fall to one side. She's professionally trained to see the most subtle changes in body language, and the fear in Shinso's eyes almost knocks her off of her feet. However, something changes when Jasper looks at him. There seems to be a strong trust between the boy and teacher. He looks to her as a teenager should look at his mother for comfort. Jasper's eyes search his carefully before she reaches for his hand. "If you'll look, he has a bruise on his face." Dani nods and winces at the obvious outline from a large hand. "Where did it come from, Shinso?" He looks at the woman that he's only seen in the hallways once or twice with worry. He doesn't know her, but doesn't Jasper trust her? "My.. My father was angry at me.. it happens if someone brings up my quirk.." Dani nods slowly and looks at Jasper. "I'll take care of him, I promise." "Thank you. He means a lot to Eraserhead, and to me." Dani kneels in front of Shinso, who backs slighlty into the couch. "Hi, Shinso. So, is there anything that will make you more comfortable talking to me?" Before he can answer, Jasper chuckles. "He loves cats. It's something I bring up to get him and Eraserhead to take a break." "J-Jasper! Y-you traitor!" Dani and Jasper laugh at his beet red cheeks. Hearing them eventaully draws a laugh out of himself. "Well, Shinso, I also like cats. Lets go to my office for a bit." Jasper holds a hand to stop them. "I was told to inform you that training is cancelled today, Shinso." "W-why?! Is he okay?!" Japser smiles at the sweet boy's concern. "We're going on a date tonight, Shinso. Chill out." He calms down immediately, but his eyes glow playfully. "Finally. Geez, there are times we'll be in the middle of sit ups and he'll glance over at you talking to Present Mic every time he goes up." Jasper rolls her eyes and gives him a gentle shove. "Be nice. Go on and talk to Ms. Dani. Text Eraser when you're done and let him know how it went. I'll let him know about everything else, okay?" "Okay.. thank you, Jasper." She reaches up and pinches his cheek gently. "You're welcome, Hitoshi. Dani, please keep quiet about me and Eraser..?" "Of course. Have fun." Once her door shuts, Jasper finally takes a seat behind her desk. The moment she lays her head down, she actually takes a deep breath. 'Be strong, Jas. Others need you at your best.' Instead of keeping her head down like she desperately wants to, she sits up and starts answering the metric shit ton of emails that she somehow gets everyday. About halfway through, her phone starts to ring. When she sees that it's already three o'clock, she lets out a small curse. "Sho, I'm so sorry, but I'm not done with my emails." "No, it's fine. I'm coming to your office right now." She hangs up just as the door opens. He smiles at her, but it fades when he notices that her eyes are red and puffy. "Jas? What happened?" "A lot, Sho. You might want to sit down." Once he does, she recalls all of the events with Shinso. He listens without speaking, but his irises seem to ignite from pure fury. How had he not noticed? It was no secret that Shinso had an issue flinching if he moved too quickly into the boy's sight, but he never suspected that he was actually being abused at home. "So.. what is Dani going to do?" Jasper sighs and finally starts shutting her computer down. "I honestly don't know, but I'm so scared that it'll be worse for poor Shinso." Aizawa nods understandingly. Truth be told, it's the first time he's had a student come up as abused that he can think of. He has suspicions about Todoroki, but he can only hope Dani will eventually pull the truth from that boy's own mouth. "Sho, maybe we should reschedule." He shakes his head. "Absolutely not. Today is about me and you. Shinso is being taken care of, and tomorrow him and I will have a heart to heart." "But he-" Aizawa leans forward and places a finger on Jasper's mouth. "Me, you, cute cats, and coffee. Get your ass in my car before I drag you out there with my scarf." "Aggressively romantic?" He chuckles as they both stand. "Some things about me don't change despite the infatuation." Once she locks her office up, she hears Aizawa groan. "Mic, we're going to the cat cafe, please don't pester us." Mic chuckles. "I know, and I'm gonna go pick Lilith up so we can make bets on how long it'll take for the two of you to-" "Hizashi Yamada!" The growl in Aizawa's chest makes the blonde literally sprint away from the two of them. Once they make it outside, Jasper starts giggling. "What?" "He could have meant kiss, you know." Aizawa reaches to open the passenger door for her. "I know, but I don't want him to spoil any surprises." "What did you-" "Get in the car, Jas." Once they both get buckled up, Jasper leans on the door. Aizawa pulls onto the road, chuckling a the stares from Jasper. "Yes, dear?" "What the hell did you say about surprises?" "Why does it matter?" She slightly bites her bottom lip, making him cough softly. "Jasper." "Yes?" He rolls his eyes at the fact that her voice is slightly higher, feigning innocence. "Do not play this game. You'll lose." "I'm not playing games, Sho." He smirks, but refrains from saying anything else. Still, the brattiness is something he can't keep from loving. "Sho, what makes you think you'll win?" He rolls his eyes, suddenly pulling into a parking lot. It isn't unusual for him to park in the back of parking lots, he prefers other people taking the closer spots. "Okay, Jas," he turns the car off and turns to face Jasper, "you wanna be a brat? I'll play along as long as we can take it to the backseat." Her face glows crimson. "W-why the b-backseat?" He leans in, pressing his nose to hers, and drops his voice in both pitch and volume. "I can get my hands all over you back there, dear. It's easier to make you fucking cry." Her hands fly over her face, almost accidentally smacking Aizawa. Still, he chuckles and leans away. "Good to know that I win, Jas. Come on." "O-okay." He chuckles as she follows him closely. Walking inside makes her eyes brighten. Aizawa chuckles and goes to the counter, allowing her to go pick a spot to sit. As soon as she does, a cute grey cat jumps in her lap. His green eyes meet hers as he lets out a long meow. "You found one that likes you." She looks up at Aizawa, who hands her a warm cup. "He's super cute." Aizawa sits beside her on the couch, making her thigh rest against his. "You're super cute, Jas." "Stoooop!" He chuckles and places his arm around her shoulders as the cat curls up in her lap. He can't help but smile widely. "Sorry. I feel bad about embarrassing you so much in the car." "I-I didn't mind." He chuckles and leans his head on hers. "I feel like.. I should tell you about some stuff before we're official." "Alright." He sighs and sits up, taking his arm from her so he can turn slightly to face her. "I.. I have a weird.. question." "You can ask me anything, Sho." He smiles at how patient she's being. Joke certainly wasn't this way. "I don't want a regular relationship, per say, but I will do whatever-" "Sho, what dynamic do you want?" His eyes widen, but she giggles. "Mic warned me, but he wouldn't elaborate. Just tell me." Aizawa makes a mental note to absolutely destroy Mic when he gets home for that one. "I want to know if you'll be my submissive, Jas." She tilts her head. "Truth be told, I was kind of expecting that one." "Am I that easy?" "Dude, did you not hear yourself in the car?" The two of them both start to laugh. Still, Aizawa rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah, sorry, I got caught in the moment. Anyways, Joke said no when I talked to her about it, and I made an exception. I will-" "No, Sho, I'm interested in it." "You- you are?" When she nods, he feels his heart start hammering in his chest. "That obviously means there will be rules, right?" "I'm not super strict, honestly. I just ask that you take care of yourself. I don't want you putting yourself down, and I want you to get all of the help you need. When it comes to more sexual things, we'll have limits to set, and a safe word to discuss. I also want to know that you will use it if anything becomes too much." She smiles while listening to him. Man, he really is easy to please, isn't he? "Is.. Is that really it?" He chuckles at her shock. "I mean, I think? If there is anything else, I'm too psyched out right now to think of it." "Why so psyched out?" He smiles and reaches to gently place his hand on her leg. Her face tints pink, but she glances into his eyes. "Because I finally have you, Jas, and I'm going to take care of you. Do you understand how surreal the past three weeks have been?" "I mean, this is the first date, Sho." "But for three weeks I've known that I had a shot. I can't.. I can't believe you waited so patiently for such a lame date." She giggles and scoots closer to him. "Lame? Anytime with you is great, Sho." The two of them stay that close for a while longer, both of them talking about different dreams of theirs. Jasper admits that, when she was younger, she wanted to adopt children and give them homes. It's one reason she feels so worried about Shinso, that much is clear. Aizawa admits that, even though he deals with kids a lot, having children of his own is something he thinks about more often than not. "Sho?" "Yes, dear?" She giggles at the term of endearment. "We are.. official now, right?" He chuckles and pulls her against him. "Yes, Jas." "Finally, that means I can-" She cuts off by looking up and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "You could have done that anyways." Her smile makes his stomach start doing flips. How did he manage to get someone the complete opposite of him in so many ways, but also who understands him better than anyone else? "I just needed the conformation that.. I could do it and hope to do it again. Does that make sense?" Aizawa nods, placing his forehead to hers. "You wanna get out of here? Maybe take a walk around?" "Where would we go?" He thinks for a second. "Remember the pond near my apartment?" "Of course I do." "Well," he chuckles, "as long as you promise not to push me in it again, I would like to go watch the ducks with you again." She rolls her eyes, but stands up. "As long as you don't tickle me, you'll stay dry." He smirks and follow her out of the cafe. "I promise not to tickle you, but I can't promise that my hands will stay to myself." She scoffs and glances up at him. "Shouta Aizawa, you flirt." "Hey, I'm trying. Is it working?" She giggles and leans against his car. He stops, smirking at the playful gleam in her eyes. "Hmmm.. maybe? We'll see what happens." "Get in the car, now." Once the two of them are in, he reaches to place his hand on her leg softly. "So," he chuckles as they pull out of the parking lot, "what are you trying to accomplish with the flirting?" "Oh, I'm just matching the energy, Sho." When he gives her thigh a squeeze, she jumps slightly. "Hmm, I see." Aizawa is quiet for the rest of the drive, but Jasper's mind is racing. Every once in a while, he tightens his fingers around her thigh, 0r he runs his hand up and down it. The subtle actions make her think that it's something he does out of habit, but Aizawa knows exactly what he's doing. From the corner of his eye, he can see her cheeks tint an even darker pink with every little touch. Once he pulls into the apartment's parking lot, he smiles at Jasper. "Come on. I wanna show you something." She tilts her head, but follows him eagerly. Is it the ducks again? No, shes already seen those. 'Maybe some more babies hatched!' The thought is silly, but it makes her smile nonetheless. Once they make it over to the pond, Aizawa points towards where the sun is setting. "It seems like something you would enjoy watching." The two of them sit side by side, and he watches as her eyes widen at the different colors reflected in the water. "Sho," her laughter makes him chuckle, "it's so pretty!" He nods, suddenly turning her face to his. "Yeah.. it is.." Suddenly, just as he thinks he can do it, his nerves get the better of him. Instead, he freezes, his mouth barely above hers. Jasper smiles, reaching her hands out to grab his shirt. "Sho?" "I-I.. can I kiss you, Jas..?" "I don't know, can you?" He chuckles at the bratty retort, but finally pulls her mouth to his. She really didn't know if to expect a kiss from him to be wildly different from Rumi's, but wow it was. Rumi would kiss and slightly pull from it, but Aizawa presses his body against her as if he's relishing in every little touch. His scruff slightly tickles, but the feeling makes her heart pound harder than she's ever felt. When he pulls back, his eyes open slowly. When their eyes meet, Aizawa shakes his head slightly. "S-Sho..? Was it bad..?" "No, god no.. I just.. fuck it." He grabs her face in both hands to pull her back into a more heated kiss. Rather than sitting like a stump this time, Jasper reaches her arms around and tangles her fingers in his raven locks, pulling a slight groan from his throat. One hand slides from her cheek all the way to her waist, and he practically purrs from the shiver that runs down her body. He squeezes her side, which makes her gasp. As soon as that happens, he takes complete control of the now make out session. Once he pulls back, she blushes from the string of their saliva still connecting their lips. "I'm sorry, kitten. I didn't mean to force that on you." "I-I liked it, Sho. Did you call me kitten?" Now it's his turn to blush. "I-I, well, yeah.." "I..I like that." "What?!" His excitement makes her blush even more than she already was. "It's cute. I.. I like how you're comfortable calling me whatever you want." He chuckles lowly, placing his both hands on either side of her. When he does, she has lean back on her own hands to keep steady as he pretty much starts crawling on top of her. "Whether you would have liked kitten or not, I had plenty of different names picked out for you." She tilts her head, urging him to continue. "I mean, there were simple things like baby, honey, princess-" "I like that one.." He grins and gives her a soft peck. "Mmm, I figured you would, kitten. Only one name matters though." "Oh? Do tell." He pretty much purrs before leaning close to her ear. His warm breath makes electricity pretty much course through her blood. "You're fucking mine." She whimpers softly, nodding as he smirks. "Good girl.. You wanna go back to my apartment?" "I-I-" "Feel free to tell me no. I want you comfortable, honey." Jasper shakes her head and smiles. "I've never.. been with a guy, so all I ask is that you'll be patient." He nods and jumps from the ground. "Everything we do is up to you. We'll move as slow as you need." He offers his hand, which she takes gladly. Once she's on her feet, he bends down to give her the most loving kiss she thinks she has ever had. "Come on. Let me show you what being a princess means." She giggles, allowing him to lead the way towards the apartment. Of course, his mind is full of questions. He knows that, to do this right, he has to ignore the urge to take her the way he wants to. He knows that they both have limits, and they need to understand that about each other before it goes past making out. He fumbles with his key once they make it to the front door, which he opens and holds for Jasper. "My room is the first one on the right. Go ahead in there. I'm gonna grab some stuff." "Okay, S-Sho." Jasper walks into his bedroom, and can't keep herself from laughing. No wonder he liked her teenage bedroom. His room only has a bed, a dresser, and a bedside table. She notices a framed picture on the table and picks it up. She smiles at the picture of Mic and Aizawa as teenagers, hanging out at the UA festival. Mic had on some weird hat, pulling Sho into the selfie. Poor awkward boy seemed like he was just trying to enjoy lunch. "Yeah, Mic hasn't changed." Jasper jumps from Aizawa walking inside the room and speaking suddenly. She places the picture down, tilting her head at the small tray in his hands. On it was two water bottles, both cold, some peanut butter crackers, and fruit snacks. He chuckles, placing it on the dresser near the picture. "Just in case you need it after we do.. anything, really. However, we need to have a serious talk first." He shuts and locks his bedroom door. "Make yourself at home, dear." "O-okay." Jasper takes a seat on the bed, her heart racing as she watches his hang his scarf up. "We aren't doing anything until we establish a few rules, okay?" She nods understandingly, and he takes a seat on the bed beside her. "We need a safe word first. If this word is said, by either of us, then everything stops and we go straight into aftercare." She scratches her head in thought. "Uhhh.. mouse..?" He smiles a bit from the irony. "Oh? Mouse is fine, but I need you to promise that you'll use it if it becomes too much for you." "I promise, Sho." "Good girl. Now, what are limits I need to be made aware of?" She tilts her head. "I..I really don't know.. I've never been in a situation where I found out a hard limit.." He nods understandingly. "That's what our safe word is for, kitten. I have a few questions on what is okay with you, okay?" "Okay." He can't help but feel his heart leap from how easy she is when discussing all of this. "Would you prefer I praise you or degrade you?" She tilts her head in thought. "Uh.. I like both, actually." "I can do that, kitten, but don't let me get away with saying something you don't like. Have you ever been in a submissive headspace before?" When she nods, he sighs happily. "So you know what to expect from yourself?" "Well.. not really." "Elaborate?" "It happened and neither Mirko or I knew what to do.. I had a pretty bad sub drop, and since then I've kind of pushed it in the back of my mind and.. yeah." He slides from the bed and kneels in front of Jasper with a sigh. "I want you comfortable. If it's something you're willing to try, I will make sure to help you come back to Earth." She reaches and tucks a stray strand of his hair away. "I trust you, Sho." He smiles and gives the top of her hand a kiss. "I think that's all I need for now. Do you have questions for me?" "Umm.. honorifics..?" He chuckles and starts running both of his hands slowly up and down her legs. "Personally, I prefer Master, Sir, or Daddy, but I'm fine if you prefer my name." She shakes her head, her eyes suddenly lighting up. Is she already slipping? "Do you need to know.. any specific parts of my body that get me.. you know..?" He laughs from her little squeak of nervousness. "No, baby, I'll find all of those on my own. However, if you want to know a big weakness of mine, it's my neck." "Noted. You'll.. be leading this.. right?" "Correct, unless you want something else." She immediately shakes her head. "I-I need you to lead.. sir.." He chuckles and pulls her into a long kiss. He can feel her physically relax from it. "That's a good girl. Anything else?" When she mutters a small 'no sir' he stands and goes to check one more time that his door is locked. "We'll start slow, kitten. Lay down." The two of them kick their shoes off, and before she can lay down, Aizawa gets impatient and pretty much tackles her onto the bed. Her uncontrollable giggles make him laugh. However, the laughing stops when one hand grabs her hip and yanks her body into his. "I have dreamed of the day I got you in my bedroom so many times, Kitten. Hell, it makes it even better that you're already mine." He notices her hands stay close to her own chest, which makes him smile. "You can touch me, Kitten. I'm as much yours as you are mine." "S-sorry, I just-" She's cut off by a stinging smack across her ass. The sound that comes from her mouth shocks her, but makes Aizawa smirk. "No apologizing for things like that. Shit, that was a good one." "W-What the hell?!" He doesn't mean to laugh, he really doesn't, but her embarrassment is too damn cute. "What? You're the one who moaned, Jas." "F-fuck you.." Rolling his eyes, he gets over her. "What do you think I'm working towards?" He reaches and taps her thigh, and she slowly parts them so he can rest his body comfortably between them. One of his hands goes to grab the bottom of her shirt, and she stops him in an instant. "What's wrong?" "I-I just.. I'm not comfortable with.." He stops her by pressing a kiss to her lips. "Jasper," his voice is soft, understanding, "you're beautiful. Nothing could ever change my mind about that, I promise. What if I take mine off first?" Her face lights up red, and she starts blabbering. "I-I mean I.. I don't wanna ask-" "Just say 'please sir' for me." Her little squeak has a shiver going through him. "P-please...?" "I don't know who you're saying please to, Kitten." She huffs, which only makes him chuckle. Man, he loves brat energy. Still, she doesn't seem to enjoy being a brat for too long. "Please.. sir.." "That's my good girl." The praise makes her squirm slightly. He sits back on his knees, pulling his shirt over his head in one quick motion. Her eyes turn away from him, still nervous to so obviously stare at him. To be honest, it was really hard not to look. "Jas? You act as if you've never seen a half naked man before." His chuckle makes her smack his abdomen. His large hand grabs her wrist and holds it down at her side, making her whimper. "Keep it up, Kitten. I like having to show you who the boss is." Her eyes widen, but he sees something in her look change. "That's all I had to do?" Her giggle makes him smirk. She really does trust him, doesn't she? Jasper relishes in the slight.. fuzzy feeling in the back of her mind. Its been a long time since she was thrown into her headspace. Honestly, she kind of forgot what it felt like. In a way, it scares her. She keeps looking at Aizawa, expecting him to suddenly freak out, but his smile makes her entire body feel warm. "You okay there, pretty girl?" She nods, kind of forgetting that words actually exist. He can't help but snort a bit of laughter at her. "Take your shirt off, Kitten. Let me take some of your burdens." She tilts her head, but sits up and allows him to pull the shirt over her head. "B-burden?" He smirks, gently punching her onto her back. "Being such a good girl is exhausting, I'm sure. Let daddy take care of you.." Her eyes roll back slightly and she nods almost frantically. With her permission, he leans his head into the crook of her neck and starts placing gentle kisses there. The feeling of it alone makes her let out tiny whimpers, but he pauses when she suddenly giggles. "Is something amusing?" "Y-your scruff tickles." She can feel him smirk against her skin before he bites down a bit harshly. Her moan comes out unrestrained to his ears. "Fuck, Kitten, you're a kinky little shit." "S-Shut up!" The look in his eyes tells her that she fucked up. He gets off of her and walks towards his dresser. When she sits up, he leans against it, casually drumming his fingers along the top of the wood. "S-Sho?" "Who?" Her entire body shivers. "D-daddy..?" He chuckles lowly. "Good girl. Remind me.. what's the safe word?" "M-mouse?" He hums, finally looking away from her. "One more time." "Mouse. Why?" "Just making sure because someone had the fucking nerve to back talk me." He can see her body respond from his words alone. Her fingers tighten slightly on his sheets, making him purr from deep within his chest. "Strip." "H-huh?" He raises an eyebrow, slowly making his way towards her. "Is that a no, or a safe word?" She whimpers, knowing damn well that it isn't a safe word. She just can't bring herself to do it despite her wanting to obey him. She can see his eyes look over her hungrily, and it causes even more warmth to pool between her thighs. "C-Can you..." He lifts her chin so their eyes meet. "I'm here to pleasure you, Kitten. What do you need?" "P-please help me, daddy.." He groans and pulls her to her feet. "How can I resist such a pitiful request?" He only uses one hand to unhook her bra, tossing it somewhere behind him. When he hooks his fingers in the waistband of her pants, he looks into her ocean eyes for any look of discomfort. Instead, he's met with a glossed over gaze and a giggle. He can't help but smile as he finishes undressing her. "Lay down, Kitten." "What are you-" He puts a finger over her lips and helps her lay on the edge of the bed. "I think you know." Once he gets on his knees in the floor, her face glows crimson. "I-I- you really don't need-" "Oh, but I really want to. Now hush and let me wear you like earmuffs, princess." She whimpers as he makes himself comfortable between her legs.. His scruff drags over them as he leaves various bite marks and hickies on her plush thighs. "My word, Kitten," his chuckle is soft, "I've barely touched you, but you seem to have made a mess. What am I going to do with you?" He gently blows a stream of cold air across her slit, making her whine rather loudly. "Geez, loudmouth. I wonder if I can make you out perform Mic.." Her breath hitches when he places a gentle kiss right where she wants him to pay attention to. "P-please stop t-teasing me.." He smirks and gives a slight shrug. "Fine. I'll be nice this once, but don't expect it again. I expect you to beg for it next time." She nods just as he finally uses to fingers to spread her in front of him. Even without him actually doing anything, it makes her whimper needily.   "Look in my eyes, Kitten." She whimpers, but obeys the soft command. His usually slate colored eyes seem like lumps of charcoal from where he is. Maybe it's the way desire is practically burning in them. He slowly licks from her entrance to her clit, and the way her eyes roll in the back of her head makes him ache painfully in his sweatpants. It would be so easy, so amazing, to forget about the foreplay and take her right now. Despite that, he remembers that she's never actually been with a guy. It can be stressful the first time, and he would never put her in that situation. It doesn't take long for the slow licks to turn into harsh sucks, and bites along her inner thighs when he believes she's close to finishing. She lays her head back and whines pitifully, making him chuckle. "You'll get to finish, Kitten, don't worry. I'm just having fun." He starts gently sucking her clit again, and he notices her hips buck, so he uses one arm to hold her still. "So fucking impatient." His other hand slides up so he can push his middle finger in her, and the way he has to shove her hips back down is all the more amusing. "P-Please, daddy-" Her sentence is cut off by him adding another finger into her. "Oh come on," he chuckles and finally stands, "use your words, you brat." He looms over her, still pumping his fingers in and out of her at a faster pace. Her squeaks make him roll his eyes. "Words, Jasper." "I-I.. Fuck.." He smirks. "Needy brat. You'll get what you want, but I want to see you come undone like this first." She tries to form words, but everything seems to be coming out as whimpers and pitiful whines. Aizawa finally leans close to her ear, a smirk plastered on his face. "Either form the words, or you don't get to cum. If you do, we'll start all of this over until you listen to me." The threat doesn't go over her head. There is no way in hell she can handle that much torture from him. "N-no! P-please let me. I-I'm t-trying.." He chuckles. "There we go. A bit of threatening and you listen. What a well behaved pet." She tightens on his fingers, which makes him move faster. "Go ahead baby.. you don't have to ask this time." The coil that had been building in her abdomen for so long finally snaps, and she moans in his ear. One of her hands reaches for his bicep, and she digs her nails into his pale skin, leaving red marks in their path. He hisses a bit, but the feeling only makes him even more turned on. "S-shit! P-please, no more of that!" He chuckles and finally takes his fingers out of her. When he stands he asks her kindly to sit up, which she does despite her body still trembling. He looks her up and down, pleased with the thin layer of sweat covering her body, and the bright pink flush that covers the apples of her cheeks. She looks absolutely fucked already, and he hasn't even started. "Open your mouth." She does, and even sticks her tongue out. 'So fucking behaved already..' By the way her eyes widen, she wasn't expecting him to put the fingers that were just inside her in her mouth, but she closes her lips around them anyways. He can't help but sigh shakily when her feels her tongue swirling around them. She notices, and decides to send him a wink, which makes him pull the hand away. Instead of putting it back at his side, he reaches to grip her throat tightly. She moans loudly from the sudden contact, which makes him chuckle. "What a pretty little kitty.. and such a fitting collar.." She visibly shivers from his words. "Good girl. You wanna recreate what you just did to my fingers somewhere else?" She nods a bit too excitedly, but he enjoys watching her cheeks turn even redder. Once he releases his grip on her neck, she shyly reaches for the waistband of his pants. Once they're pulled down, she covers her mouth in shock at what's under them. He raises an eyebrow. "What's wrong?" "I-Oh fuck." "You and Mirko didn't use a strap or anything?" She shakes her head with an embarrassed laugh. "No.. we did.. you're.. bigger." When she looks up, his face is bright ass red. "Fucking.. shut up and use your mouth for something a bit more useful, Kitten. I'm getting impatient." She smirks, now equipped with a way to easily fluster her very dominant boyfriend. She gently pushes him backwards so she can get on her knees on the actual floor, and he turns an even darker shade of red. "You okay?" "You want me to be honest? I.. fuck. I never thought this would happen." She giggles and gently wraps one of her hands around his shaft, and the contact makes him suck in a sharp breath. "Look in my eyes, kitten." The moment she flicks her eyes up to his, she drags her tongue along the vein running on the underside of his cock. He groans loudly and places his right hand on the back of her head. "Do not tease me." "Y-yes sir." she immediately stops licking him and takes the tip in her mouth. He can tell she's really unsure what else to do, which makes him chuckle. "You're doing great- F-Fuck!" She shocks him by taking even more in her mouth. It takes a lot to keep his hips from bucking, but there's no way in hell he can expect her to handle it the first time. He grabs one of her hands and puts it on what she can't fit in her mouth. She flicks her eyes bac up to him before she starts stroking him slowly, which really is a contrast to the way she's hollowing her cheeks around the part of his cock that is in her mouth. "F-Fuck, Kitten. I thought you've n-never-" He cuts off, shivering when he sees spit come from her mouth and slide down to where her hand is still stroking. He opens his mouth in a moan, but quickly slams his hand over it when he hears his front door open. Jasper freezes in her place, but Aizawa shakes his head. "Hey," his voice drops to a whisper, "I'm sure it's just Mic. Keep going." She nods, suddenly taking him deeper down her throat. His hand wrenches in her hair. "You little shit.." However, a sudden, angry voice makes them both freeze again. "I can't be responsible for that, Hizashi. It isn't fair." Jasper pulls away, and Aizawa doesn't stop her when he realizes that it was Lilith's voice in the living room. Aizawa and jasper meet eyes and at the same time mutter 'mouse'. He's quick to scoop Jasper from the floor and place her gently on his bed. "Wait." He's quick yank his pants up and walk over to his dresser to grab one of the bottles of water for her. "Drink. Let me get you some comfy clothes to wear." Jasper nods, but she's listening to the somewhat quiet argument that Lilith and Mic seem to be having. "Kitten," she glances at Aizawa with a smile, "lets worry about them in a bit. I need to-" "Lilith, we agreed no feeling, and I can't help that I caught feelings! I-" "Mic, I am not arguing over this." Aizawa groans and slides one of his baggy shirts over Jasper's head. She puts it on the rest of the way while he grabs her underwear and a pair of his sweatpants for her. "Here. I'll go open one of the cookies for you." "I-I'm not hungry." "I don't care, baby. You need to eat after all of that. Plus, it will help bring you back down from your headspace." She sighs in defeat and takes the cookie from his outstretched hand. "You know what else will bring you down?" She tilts her head just as he smirks playfully. A sudden idea comes to her mind, and she grins. "Cuddles..?" "You read my mind, cutie. Scoot over." She eats the rest of her snack in one bite so she can hurry and finish getting dressed. Once both of them are in the bed, he pretty much pulls her on top of him. "S-Sho! I'm heavy!" "No, you really aren't. Shut up and let me hold you." He lays her head in the crook of his neck, absent-mindedly tracing circles on his bare chest. "Are you mad, Sho?" "Excuse me?" She giggles a bit from the response. "You didn't get to.. you know.." "No, baby, I'm not mad. That would be the dumbest thing to be mad about. I'm happy I got to do stuff with you." He kisses her cheek with a chuckle. "I really am the luckiest son of a bitch." "Ewww." He rolls his eyes and kisses her cheek like four more times. "I am, Jasper. Do you understand how many nights I thought of you on your knees in front of me?" "Y-you did?" He smirks. "Absolutely. Hell, Joke would want to have sex, and I couldn't. I felt.. dirty. All I wanted was you, and now I have you. Now all I can think about is.. gross romantic shit." She places her small hand on his cheek and presses their noses together. "You're a hopeless romantic, Sho." "Hmm. I never was before meeting you. You bring out the good part of my personality." "I like all of your personality." "Ah, yes, you're into men who look half dead." More yelling makes them both sigh. "Maybe we should-" "Come on, Kitten. Lets shut them up so we can nap." She wasn't exactly thinking of that, but it gets him to get up. Once his bedroom door opens, the fighting suddenly stops. "Shit, Sho, I had no idea you were home." Aizawa rubs his eyes, which makes the two of them think he was trying to sleep. "Yeah, sorry I'm shirtless. Let me fix that." Lilith laughs softly. "It's cool. I've seen a lot- Jasper?" When Jasper comes out of the bedroom, she rubs the back of her neck awkwardly. "Hey, Lils.." She opens her mouth to say something, but closes it when Aizawa bends down to give Jasper a soft kiss. "I'll be right back, baby." "O-okay, Sho." He chuckles and slips back into his bedroom to find a shirt. Lilith smirks, but Mic is the one to speak. "First date was here, I see." "N-no! We did go to the cat cafe.. and then to the duck pond.. and then here." Lilith looks her up and down. "His clothes? No bra?" "S-shut it!" "You two happened to interrupt right before we actually fucked. So, no, we didn't have sex." Aizawa walks past Jasper, but not before giving her a light smack on her ass. Lilith scoffs. "Oooh, did you already drop the 'L' word, too?" That makes Aizawa actually glare at her. "Absolutely not." Jasper nods in agreeance. There's no way that will come for a while despite what they do together. "Anyways, why are you and Mic fighting?" Mic's bright green eyes lose their shine. "Don't worry, baby. We're fine." "I would prefer you not lie to Jasper to save face." He turns an actual glare to Lilith. "It's no one else's business, so please act like an adult rather than a child, Lilith." Lilith's eyes widen, and Jasper's jaw drops. He knows how she feels about being called a child. Everyone here does. "You know what," Lilith's voice is dangerously calm, "fuck you, Yamada." Aizawa suddenly walks into the living room from the kitchen. "Hizashi Yamada." "H-huh?" Jasper quickly rushes over to Lilith and wraps her in a tight hug. Right when she does, there's a smack that rings through the room. Both of the girls look over just as Aizawa lowers his hand. A bright red hand mark is left on Mic's cheek. "Get out." "S-Sho-" "Get. Out. Go to Midnight's and calm down or I will kick your fucking ass." Mic is quick to rush out of the apartment. Aizawa lets out a curse, rubbing his stinging palm. "Is she okay?" "I'm fine.. thanks, Aizawa." He walks over and gives Lilith a loving pat on the back. She smiles from the subtle affectionate act. "I was going to have you stay with me tonight, Jas, but go home with her. I'll be spending the night explaining to Mic how we talk to people in this house." "Aizawa, I don't-" "Yeah, I agree. Let me go get my bra, and then can you drive us home?" "Of course, baby." It doesn't take long to gather her things, but she decides to leave the shirt she was wearing under Aizawa's pillow as a surprise. "Do you-" "Keep the clothes, baby. Come on." Jasper reaches and grabs Lilith's hand as they walk to the car. Lilith presses against her. "Hey," her voice drops to a whisper, "I don't mean to ruin your night." Jasper giggles and gives Lilith a soft kiss on her head. "You're always my number one priority, Lils. Nothing will ever replace you."  

@katgalle​

[dearest-alexander]

Hither and Thither Chapter II- 365 DNI fanfic

Summary: She saved him, in so many ways a man could be saved. Massimo x Laura. 

Read it here! I’m not that active in Tumblr. Check these sites for updates. 

AO3 

FANFICTION

CHAPTER II- Search and Rescue

Sicily, Italy

He was staring at the ceiling fan for what almost felt like hours. He was hoping, in some way, that the blades whirring above could distract him from his overworked brain.

He couldn't sleep. He didn't want to.

By some reason, the nightmares were more constant these past few weeks. He would wake up in the middle of the night, sweating; his mouth in a half scream. His hands instinctively going to his side, to the scar that hurt the most. He was expecting the warm, thick liquid seeping out of him, draining his life. One spill at a time.

Sleeping was not an option anymore.

And as the stressful nights increased, thinking of her became the automatic alternative.

The only alternative.

As it had been for the past five years.

He closed his eyes, recounting the only and best part of that day.

The raven-haired, dark eyed beauty.

Stay with me. Her voice resounded.

For five years, he's haunted by her image, the sound of her voice, the gentle warmth of her hands. For five years, he's been trying to fill the void, she unknowingly opened. And for five, long years, he's been scouring around the world to find her.

No one could confirm that she was real. Except Alek whose description of the day solidified his determination to find her.

She saved him.

All hell broke loose once they exchanged gunfire. A stampede ensued in the marketplace. Alek managed to drive through the commotion, the woman was still with them. She refused to leave him, even as his other bodyguard, Theo, threatened her. Even then, as they reached the packed hospital.

They rolled him to the emergency room. But en route, due to blood loss, organ failure and shock, he went straight into cardiac arrest. Alek told him how, without hesitation, the woman jumped into the hospital bed, straddled his chest and revived him.

She had single-handedly brought him back. No medical instrument needed.

When he woke up a few days later, the woman wasn't there. Nobody could tell him who and where she was. She didn't leave anything behind. The hospital CCTV cameras didn't get a decent snap of her. The swarm of victims from the stampede, and their relatives didn't help either. He didn't fret about it. He thought that with his connections, he'll find her in a heartbeat. He was complacent, he could find her.

How wrong he was.

From the way she acted professionally, they speculated she was a doctor or a nurse. Or something related. He ruled out her being a doctor, because she looked no more than 30.

Unless she's some kind of prodigy.

He began his search again in the hospitals in Cefalú. Then to local clinics, schools, then volunteer groups, and laboratories. When she wasn't, he tried the nearby town. And the next town. And the next town. And the next. The whole country. The continent. It took a whole solid year.

Sensing that he might've misjudged something, he changed his focus to airports, then to hotels. The tourists that visited the country, spanning to three to six months that summer. He started with Cefalú again. But, even that was still unsuccessful.

It was arduous work, he was aware of it. It's about to be the craziest thing he'd ever done (and he did plenty). But nobody had the gall to call him crazy. Not to his face, anyway.

To be honest, he almost wanted to give up. He wanted to accept defeat for the first time in his miserable life. Without a single progress over the years, he had questioned himself if she was even real. But whenever he did, he would try to distract himself on the endless queue of ladies on his bed.

But the harder he tried to forget her, the memory became more vivid, more real. All his efforts to forget her will be futile. He's back to square one. He'll eventually find himself scanning the reports his people will give him the next day.

What was it about that woman that makes her so damn hard to forget?

Her tenacity?

Her kindness?

Her willingness to save a stranger?

Save him?

The questions were making him restless all these years. He wasn't used to not knowing, not having the thing he wanted. He figured it'll all be answered when—not if—he finds her.

Sometimes, he would daydream of the day he'll finally find her. What would be the first thing he'll do? He didn't know a single thing about romance. He reminisced about those sweet things his father did for his mother when she was still alive. All the things he could remember from his 8-year old memories. He figured, he'd thank her first. Wouldn't that be a first?

Then take her to dinner?

Give her flowers?

Take her shopping?

Give her jewelry?

All that romantic shit he swore he'd never do.

He recalled the old conversations he had with his father. He'd tell him how he met his mother, how she made the notorious Don Victorio Torricelli puny in her arms.

"Women are heaven for the eyes and hell for the soul." His father would tell him.

And he would add, in a cheeky tone. "And purgatory for the wallet."

But he had a tingling, annoying feeling, she'd be worth every euro. Hell, she could spend all his money and he wouldn't care less.

He had never had a more disturbing thought than that.

The woman next to him stirred and snuggled closer to him. She kissed his chest and opened her eyes.

For a moment, he anticipated the gray eyes that tortured his dreams and reality. Instead of the haunting grays, the eyes staring back at him in wonder were deep violet. Like amethyst —cynical, majestic and arrogant. A true reflection of the woman beneath.

He looked away, disappointed.

She was beautiful, perfect, powerful, flawless in every way, even he could admit that. With her dirty blonde hair, tan complexion, long legs and lean physique, men and women bow at her feet.

She was a good diversion, a good release for all the pent up frustration of his existence. He could tell that it was the same for her. For the first few years, anyway.

"Awake already?" She asked against his shoulder, clutching the blanket keeping her decency. "How can I never tire you out?"

He stretched his arms above him and under the pillow to his head. He watched the fan blades again, nonchalant to the kisses she started. Her hand started trailing downwards, tempting. But not tempting enough.

"Fermata."

"You weren't saying that earlier." She said between kisses. Her nails raking his abdomen, down, down.

There was nothing more irritating than disobedience. He clasped her wrist. "I said, stop."

He threw the covers and picked up his pants, phone, and his gun on her bedside table. He didn't need to look at her to see or feel her violet eyes digging holes in his back. He was buttoning his shirt when she spoke.

"Ti amo."

He sighed, his fingers couldn't close around his buttons faster.

"Ti amo, Massimo." She repeated, a little louder this time.

He raised his eyes and unsurprised to see her glistening eyes. "Don't make this hard, Anna."

She sat forward, the blanket, no longer her concern. It slid down her breasts, pooling down her wide hips. "Why not?"

Fuck, why are women so complicated?

He knew he should've gone to Magdalena or Althea instead.

He didn't answer her. He grabbed his suit jacket over the chair, but before he could put it on, he heard her said,

"It's because of her isn't it? That woman."

He stopped, but remained his position- his back to her.

He heard get up, her naked feet treading on the wooden floor. To him.

"You thought that I wouldn't find out that you're still looking for her? After all these years?" Her voice, croaked yet poisonous.

He muttered a curse. A jealous Anna was as dangerous as a hungry lioness.

"Don't you think it's time to give up, Massimo? It's pointless. You will never find-"

The remaining patience in him snapped. He faced her, his hand immediately closing around her throat. He felt a sense pride surge in him when he saw the flicker of fear in her violet eyes.

"Don't."

Anna grabbed the hand holding her throat and faked a confident smirk.

"You will never find her." She enunciated in a tone meant to dishearten him.

He tightened his hold on her jaw. And the fear in her eyes pulsed.

He hissed, truth staining his words, "And you will never be her."

Her eyes widened and he swore he heard something inside her iciness, break.

He released her.

Anna stared at him, her eyes watering. He should be sorry. Or apologize, or feel remorse, feel something, whatever people fool themselves with. But he doesn't. The cavity where his heart would be was only a hollow, corrupted emptiness.

Fuck manners.

Fuck tradition.

Fuck Mario and his dream of marrying a Torricelli to a Rizzuto.

"I can't do this anymore." He said.

And this time, he knew he meant it.

He passed her and put his jacket. He headed towards the door, not the very least concerned that Anna might point a gun on him.

She, of all people, knew better than that.

The mansion was dark and empty, but her men lurk every corner. He went down the grand staircase, the candles on the walls were his guide. He heard and saw his and Anna's guards huddled around the table in the foyer. They were knee-deep in a game of poker. And from the boisterous shrieks of her men, his team was losing. Domenico was laughing, but when he met his eyes, he cleared his throat. The men scurried with their spoils, stuffing them in their pockets.

The car was already outside. Alek opened the door for him as he checked his phone. Beni, his IT guy, sent him the reports he's gathered for the day.

He flipped through the profiles of women as they drove through the night. All of them were raven-haired, has dark gray eyes, aged 25 to late 30's. Single women, married women, lesbian.

What if she changed her hair now?

Or what if she was wearing contact lenses that day?

What if he already found her profile, but missed it?

Worse, what if she's married? Or has a kid?

He exhaled a sigh of frustration, leaned his elbow on the door and pinched the sides of his nose.

Where are you?

Beside him, he could feel his brother smirking at him.

Without taking his eyes off his phone, he warned. "If you don't stop peeking, I'll gouge your eyes out with the same toothpick you're using."

Domenico tittered with amusement, but looked away anyway. Unlike everyone else, his brother still supported his foolish pursuits.

He was caught up with his task when Domenico reminded him,

"Mario's asking me if we're still going to Rome tomorrow... er in a few hours?"

Ah. Fuck.

He glanced at his clock, 3:12.

"Tell him we're leaving at 5. We'll be back here at 11."

"Va bene." Domenico simpered, chewing on his toothpick.

Massimo closed his eyes and her image intruded his darkness again. Her delicate steady hands. A pair of eyes that were the darkest of grays that resembled the storms at sea. And her radiant smile that was nudging something, waking something in him.

I'll find you.

I'll find you.

Whatever it takes.

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Warsaw, Poland

The sandwich her assistant left for her was sitting idle, cold on her table. It reminded her that she hasn't eaten her lunch yet. Or her breakfast.

She's been working on her lateral and sales report she thought she could give to Marek today. If Oskar was correct (he usually is), she'd be getting that promotion today. Though, no one in this company comes close to her credentials, she felt that she should still secure it. She hadn't stopped since last night. Even when Martin came home at 1 in the morning.

Her nails tapped against the keyboard in unwavering determination. The classical piano music she's listening to was helping her concentration. She worked on her keyboard as if they were piano keys, an instrument close to her by heart.

She's only two words away when there's a knock on her door. From the corner of her eye, she saw her assistant peeked her red head behind the door.

"Miss Biel?"

"Yes?" She answered, without taking her eyes off her screen.

"There's someone here."

Oh, God. Please don't be Martin.

They had a little argument today. Again. This time, it was about the empty carton of milk he keeps putting back in the fridge. They had a little scream fest, thus the reason for her lost of appetite. She was finally seeing the pig Olga was describing. But still, she felt regretful when he stormed out of their apartment. In a day, they'll be travelling to Sicily and she wouldn't be caught dead going alone on her own birthday. Let alone, be alone in an airplane.

She frowned, "Who?"

Her assistant opened the door to reveal her long-time friend.

The second her eyes landed on the baggy sweatpants, she knew something was wrong.

"Bianka!" She pushed her chair and strode towards her. She pulled her into a tight hug and nodded to her assistant, who closed the door behind her.

If Olga's the craziest and loudest person, Bianka's always been the most timid, the prettiest. She's the heart of their little group, their valuable asset. Put Bianka in front of the group and they're sure, bouncers would let them in, people would part and give them way. Men, women craned their necks whenever she passes by. They never pay for their own drink in the bar— much to Olga's pleasure— whenever Bianka was with them. She lost count of the times Bianka saved their asses with her power of persuasion and flirting. She had the charming face and the body of a supermodel that everyone envies. Mile-long legs that look good in any dress, plump lips, a sun-kissed complexion, shiny brown hair that went past her waist.

But instead of the straight brown mane, was a disheveled nest for a hair. Bianka was a mess. Her clothes were baggy and wrinkled. It's a wonder how she got past security looking like that.

"What happened, B?"

Instead of answering, Bianka returned her hug and sobbed.

"There, there honey. Come, sit." With her still in her arms, she sat them on the nearby couch in her office. "Is it Russo, again?"

Like a plaguing curse to every beautiful woman, her friend decided to fall in love with yet another jerk. Though, this time it was an upgrade from the alcoholic she had before. This time, it was a user. They broke up not more than a month ago, but she tell could from the tousled appearance of her friend that she's not over it.

Bianka raised her head from her chest and shook her head. "No." She snuffled. "Well, not entirely."

"Oh honey. How many times do we have to tell you." She wiped her friend's tears and offered a handkerchief from her pants pocket. "He's not worth your tears. Nobody is. You're too beautiful for him anyway."

She continued, her tone half joking, half serious. "Can you imagine your children? I wouldn't forgive you if you ever had his children. I mean, poor little things Just, biedne małe rzeczy." She clicked her tongue.

Bianka let out a weak chuckle. "Yeah, we will have ugly children."

"See? Cheer up B."

Bianka sat up, grabbed her hankie, all the while keeping her head down.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there with you yesterday." she apologized, the guilt creeping up her stomach.

"I told you, it's okay. I know how your work is important to you." Her friend took a lighter tone and met her eyes. "So, did you kick Dexter's ass? Or whatever his name was?"

"Like you have to ask?" She chuckled and sat with a leg under her, her hand behind her bun. "You're now looking at the general manager of the Regent."

"Shut up! Shut up! Are you serious?" Bianka's face brightened with pride. She and Olga knew how long she has been waiting for that promotion.

"Well, not yet. The Senior asked me to go to his office later today to discuss yesterday and something." She replied, applying the quotation marks on the word "something".

"Well, I'm so proud of you. You deserve it." Bianka beamed at her.

And an idea hit her. She stood up and grabbed the handset from the phone on her marble coffee table.

"Sophia?" She called her assistant. "Won't you come over here, please?"

Within seconds, Sophia came at her door again. "Yes, Miss Biel?"

"Please book the same flight for Bianka Antos. She's going with me to Sicily tomorrow. Put it on my card. That's Bianka, with a K and Atnos as A-T-N-O-S. Check my book for her details.

Bianka's turquoise eyes widened. "No, Laura, no."

She smirked before adding, "Could you also go with Conrad to get my things in my apartment? Send it here. I'll talk to Oskar."

Sophia nodded, her hand still on the doorknob.

"That would be all Sophia, thank you."

And her assistant left.

"No, Laura. I can't let you—"

"It's already done. Sophia is very efficient. We're leaving 7 am tomorrow." She waved her cellphone, showing the confirmed flight. "See?"

"I can't, Laura. You can't"

"Yeah, I can." She insisted.

"I have—"

"Please. It's not like you can't bat your eyes at your boss, who, I think is the perfect match for you." She teased, before getting up to check on their reservation on her laptop.

Better cancel that queen-sized bed too.

"What about Martin?"

"We had a fight this morning. I don't think he's coming." She shrugged, unfazed.

"Why? What about?"

"Nothing. Something stupid." She replied with a resigned tone.

Bianka patted the empty space next to her, the spot she vacated not moments ago. "Tell me."

Bianka's always felt happy with her and Martin's relationship. She was their cheerleader. Unlike Olga, who was more vocal about her dislike and disapproval. When Martin proposed, Bianka cried as she congratulated her while Olga didn't talk to her for three days. Bianka's always been the one person she could go for a Martin-related advice. If there was someone she could vent out right now, Bianka was the right person.

"I'm not so sure if I should still marry him." She admitted, quite surprised by how steady she sounded.

"Why?"

"I… I don't know." She shrugged again. "Am I crazy? Or this was just cold feet?"

Bianka gaped at her, her smothered eyes, deep and pensive. "You don't love him anymore?"

She seemed startled by the question and answered in reflex.

"I do." And she repeated for good measure, as if it'll make it true. "I do."

Bianka cocked a groomed eyebrow at her.

Deep down, she knew. She had a feeling she had always known. Something about last night and this morning was the final straw. She sighed.

It was Bianka's turn to pull her in her arms. "Oh, honey."

"I'm okay. I'm okay." She appealed, hugging her friend back. "I just have to be sure."

They fell into a comfortable silence, until she heard Bianka mumbled,

"If you want my two cents, yeah, you should break up with him."

She gave a bittersweet laugh, pulled away and held Bianka's shoulders at arms length. "Who are you and what have you done to Bianka, the manager of Laura and Martin's fan club?"

Her friend looked relieved. "I'm happy if you're happy… Now." She clapped her hand on her knees and got up, enlivened of a sudden. "If I'm going with you to Italy tomorrow, I got some persuading to do. What was I thinking going here dressed up like this?"

She chuckled, "Glad to have you back."

"Do you have clothes here?"

Being the Sales Director, she's privileged enough to have her own office.

The wide window allowed her a view of the garden. Her office has its own powder room. A three-seater mid century blue couch and two white armchairs laid for her guests. Displayed on her walls were gold rimmed glass shelves lined with decor. At the center of the space, resting on the finely crafted carpet was her glass computer desk. It wasn't as big and luxurious like what Sawecki had. But it was enough for her. She was content with having her own space for a change.

She nodded. "Yeah. Check the cabinet in the bathroom."

"Please tell me that I won't find that same outfit in there." Bianka complained, pointing to her clothes with disgust.

She looked down herself. She was wearing a black pencil skirt, a matching black long sleeve and black pumps— her work clothes. "Why? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Nobody died, Laura. Why are you always like somebody died?"

She laughed. "Go, get cleaned up. I also have some make-up there." She got up and fetch her phone again. "I'll call Olga, see if she wants to come too."

"Yeah, but you know what she's gonna say. You know how she is with Italy."

She stopped, her fingers hovering on the button.

She could still remember it as if it was yesterday. What's supposed to be a relaxing summer vacation became one of the most unforgettable moments of her life.

Some five years ago, Olga's cousin, Remri, invited them for the summer. Laura fell in love with the place. Everything about Sicily was a dream come true. From the landscapes, the culture, the ancient architecture, the people, the food. Everything was going well. Olga even met and hooked up with an Italian guy from Cefalú whom they met in one of the clubs.

One summer day, they drove down to Cefalú to see where the guy lived. They stopped by the marketplace because two of their colleagues wanted to check it out. Bianka and her boyfriend at the time went to find a restaurant while Olga and Italian guy stayed in the car. She didn't wanna be around with all the moaning and frolicking so she left them.

She was dawdling around, fascinated by the souvenir shops when Bianka called her. She told her to meet them at this Mediterranean restaurant they found. They're seated in the balcony overlooking the market and the sea when she heard it.

At first, she thought they were fireworks. She was about to joke that Italians have a weird sense of timing.

Who would light fireworks in the middle of the day?

But at the corner of her eye, she saw two bodies fall down. Then everybody was running in different directions, screaming, panicking.

One of the men in black grabbed the other fallen, an older gentleman and disappeared to the stairs.

It didn't take a moment for her instincts to kick in. She rushed to the body nearest her. A younger man— she could tell that he was Italian from his deep-set eyes, his stubble and bone structure.

No more than two years older than me, she remembered thinking.

He had a bullet lodged in his torso, right where his large intestine was. His body was going into a septic shock. And the guards around her were more concerned about who fired at them rather than the man lying on the balcony.

She remembered his brown eyes— so dark they looked almost black. She couldn't forget, how, even at the brink of death, they still look fearless, calm… exquisite. His eyes, his willingness to live motivated her to keep him awake, alive. They were the only thing that kept her from running away with the other terrified guests.

Olga and Italian guy were one of the victims of the stampede that occurred in the marketplace. Olga had been traumatized and swore she would never go back to Italy. They left as soon as they released Olga from the hospital hours later.

After that summer, she had never had a stronger MO to become a doctor.

But alas, life hit her like a bitch.

Sometimes she still wonders about the man and his dark chocolate eyes.

Did he live?

She hoped he did.

The creak of the door opening interrupted her reverie.

"Explain to me," Bianka announced, "Why do you insist on wearing black when you've got this in your closet?"

She turned around and sashayed towards her, fresh faced- far from the wreck she was earlier. Bianka was wearing her white off-shoulder peplum dress. It was the one dress Martin bought for compensation when he forgot to pick her up.

"Bright colors are not really my thing… If you want it, you can have it."

"No! After you have forced me to take that trip." Bianka whined as she checked herself in the mirror. "Stop being so nice for a change, Laura."

"Correction. I'm only kind to you. And Olga… sometimes… when she's not cranky."

"Did you call her yet?"

"No."

She got… distracted.

"What do you think she'll say?" She bit her nails. Olga could be pretty scary sometimes. "What if I told her there's gonna be free booze?"

"Ha!" Bianka scoffed, running her hand down her dress. "Even that won't make her come."

"But it's my birthday!" She pouted. "I want my best girls with me."

Bianka flopped down the couch where she was at. "For you my friend, I'll convince her."

"Thank you." She pursed her lips.

Bianka smiled and gave her a peck.

"Now, get out of here. I got some work to do."

Bianka got up from the couch and turned to the door, her ratty sweats in her hands. "I don't deserve you, Laura."

"Don't go sappy on me now. Get out." She grinned at Bianka blew her a kiss and left.

She went back to her desk and proceeded to finish her paper. When she was all done, she printed two copies of each and practiced her spiel.

With still thirty minutes to spare, she typed Sicily on the web and searched for activities she and Bianka could do. She cancelled the romantic getaways and listed her and Bianka's name in the Spa and the city tour. She was humming along the keys of Yiruma, astonished by the lack of guilt for Martin.

That must be a good thing.

Still have time to kill, she found herself googling "Cefalú Shootout 2015" again. But the results remain the same. As it had been for the past few years. The news only focused on the stampede that injured a hundred others. It mentioned nothing about the gunfire that happened in the restaurant. The Google pages ran out and still, nothing.

How weird.

How could they not report anything that big? It probably started the stampede in the first place.

There was a soft knock on the door again.

"Miss Biel?" Came a high, honeyed voice. She recognized the short, pixie-haired woman, her elfish face peering behind the door.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Marek is ready for you now." Marek's assistant informed.

Showtime.

"I'll be there in two."

She fetched her items and glanced at the mirror to check her hair and attire. "I don't dress for a funeral." She convinced herself, flattening the nonexistent crease on her skirt.

She made her way to the 32nd floor, her chin held high. She tried to keep the butterflies floating around her stomach.

This is it, Laura.

She held a conscious hand to her heart before knocking on the door. "Sir?"

Don't faint. Don't faint. Don't faint. No matter what he says, no matter what happens, don't faint.

"Come in." Said the deep voice from behind the room.

"Good afternoon Sir." She smiled, her brightest smile while clutching the folder behind her back. "You wanted to see me?"

"Ah yes, Miss Biel." The man stood up and extended his hand.

She grasped it.

His office was 10x bigger than hers. But you could expect that from the top senior position in the company. He has its own adjacent meeting room, a large lounge area, a comfortable bathroom and a 360 degree view of the city.

"Sit down, sit down." He pointed to the sturdy chairs in front of his table.

"Thank you."

"What do we have here?" He asked, eyeing the folder on her lap.

"Ah, these are the annual sales report for the past year. Thought you might want to see that." She slid him the file.

"Thank you. But I don't need to review this to see that the hotel is thriving, Miss Biel." He supplied and leaned back on his high chair. "All thanks to you. You're the best in this job."

"It's only because I have the best team, Mr. Marek."

"Hayden, please. Don't make me feel older than I am."

She tried ignoring the lewd glint in his eyes.

"Hayden."

"How many years have you been working for The Regent, Laura?"

"Four and a half years this coming August."

"And you started as a server, right?"

"Yes, si- uh, Hayden."

"Then you became our receptionist."

She smiled and nodded.

"I like your story, Laura. It tells me that hard work can get you anywhere… Is it true that you were a med student? Before you came here?"

"Yes. I, uh, I was on my Clerkship. But I had to quit."

"Yeah. I'm sorry about that." The prick didn't look sorry though. "If given the chance, do you still wanna go back? To studying medicine, I mean?"

She'd been thinking about it. But if she said yes to Marek, she might not get that promotion. "I still think about it to past the time but I fell in love with hotels. I can still help and serve people here, without the gory details."

Marek laughed. "Of course, of course."

He stood from his chair, and patted the file to his lips. "As you now know, we're in need of a general manager by the end of the week…" He half sat on the table, his beady eyes on her. "And I know for a fact, you're perfect for the job."

Yes.

She tried to control her voice. "I will do my best, Sir."

"Hayden."

"Hayden." She repeated with a forced smile.

"Good, good."

Okay, can she go now?

Marek, once again, stood and circled her in a way that reminded her of a predator.

She heard the alarming ringtones going off in her head.

Please don't do anything stupid. Please don't do anything stupid.

She willed her heart to slow down.

He stopped behind her and grasped her shoulders. She flinched, but remained seated. Even as he sniffed her hair.

She felt the bile rising from her throat.

"Yes, good, good. You will be good."

"Please, take your hands off me." She pleaded, keeping her voice firm and stable. Her hands, closed into tight fists on her lap, to keep it from shaking.

"You will do everything I say if you want still want that promotion."

His breath smelt like cigarettes.

She tried her best not to gag.

But then, he licked behind her ear and she cracked.

She stood up, his chin hitting her shoulder with a loud thwack!

Marek yelped in surprise and pain from biting his own tongue. "Mah tang!"

She turned on her heel and threw her quivering fist on his nose. It landed square on and Marek fell down on his ass.

Her fist was burning from the impact. Hot ball of tears wet her eyelids. Her entire body, being, shaking from the assault. "You can have your promotion, you fucking pervert."

"You bitch!" He cried, pinching his bleeding nose.

"Don't ever tough me again." She hissed and with great effort, she ran out. She ignored the sly looks from the people she passed by and went straight to her office.

Sophia caught up to her. "Miss Biel? Miss Biel? Are you alright?"

She's here already?

She wiped the tear running down her cheek. "You found everything okay at my apartment?"

"Yes... Um." Sophia pushed her round glasses on the bridge of her nose. "Your luggage is in the lobby. Shall I send them up?"

She shook her head. "No. But can you book me my usual room downstairs? I'll stay here for the night."

"Of course." Her assistant gave her a wry smile.

"Dziękuję Ci, Sophie."

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The sound of the rotors touching down roused him from his dreamless sleep.

He sat up from the nook and took his seat. The stewardess proceeded to arrange the pillows and blanket he slept on. Mario has already been awake on the opposite gangway. The old man nudged a snoozing Domenico beside him who jumped out of his chair. His hand going to his holster.

Glad to know, paranoia runs in the family.

Business in Rome has always been a pleasure. The one-hour flight was almost worth it. But right now, he's looking forward to the day off. After the drama with Anna, he wanted to be alone. He craved it, like a kid with a candy. He felt like he deserves a moment of solitude. Away from the drugs, the prostitution rings, the guns, the people, and Mario. Especially Mario.

May be I'll take out the Titan this afternoon.

Of all the things he owned, his yacht has to be his favorite. It was his cheapest yet most treasured escape. Only a few selected people have the prerogative to join him there. He's determined to keep it that way. Mario hated it. Then again, the old man have always hated and avoided everything with the word "Fun" on it.

The pressurized cabin door opened. Mario rose from his seat first before a yawning Domenico followed him out the aircraft. He stretched his legs before he, too, was up on his feet.

"Hope you had a wonderful flight, Signore." Flirted the stewardess before flashing him a toothy grin. She was pretty and looked too rangy for a stewardess. Domenico must have picked her out the litter himself.

He ignored her and stepped out the threshold. The sun was blooming on the horizon, warming the sky in an orange bluish blanket. He inhaled the fresh and sweet Sicilian breeze, relishing it.

Home again.

He closed his jacket and donned his aviators. The sun may be pretty today, but that doesn't mean he stopped hating it.

"Massimo," Mario started as soon as he entered the car. "Montisanno wanted to meet with you regarding the new armory shipments."

"It's already here?" He asked, surprised.

"Yes. It arrived only an hour ago. They want to know if you wanna take a look."

Fuck. So much for the day off.

He gave him curt nod. "We'll go straight there." He ordered the driver who pulled up at the arrival area where a sea of people are waiting in queue for their taxi.

"Why are we going this way?" He asked, irritated.

The driver looked nervous and stammered a reply. Domenico stepped in for him. He shifted from the front passenger seat to explain. "They closed the private road for some maintenance."

"Out of all the days, they chose today." He grumbled.

"Infatti, no?" His brother muttered back, chomping down his gum.

"Where's your toothpick?" He joked, his voice flat.

He knew that Domenico was trying (and failing) to quit smoking. His "alternatives", including toothpicks and gum, were only making it worse for him.

He told him that if he wanted to smoke, then he should. They're all gonna die anyway, some way. And with their lifestyle, it's a guarantee.

Domenico turned to him again, his eyebrows wiggling. He bragged, "The stewardess has it."

His lips quirked into a smirk.

The driver slowed as a couple wheeled their push carts over the trolley lanes. A traffic marshall recognized their car and immediately stopped the other vehicles. The man was pointing for the other cars to move aside and make way. The man was wearing a very distracting tattered, neon vest. It was hurting his eyes.

He was staring forward, making a mental note to mention this detail to the governor, when a reflection caught his attention.

Everything moved, as if in slow motion.

But, not slow enough.

A black haired woman was arranging her hair in a messy bun. All the while, she was staring at his window. Her eyes, ever so gray and penetrating.

He felt his pathetic excuse for a heart, stopped.

The hair on his arms prickled.

He bolted from his seat and removed his sunglasses.

He spun on his torso, as they passed by her, unwilling to take his eyes off her, in case he was dreaming.

He couldn't speak.

He couldn't think.

"Che cos'è, Massimo?" Mario demanded, alert. "What is it?"

The woman was still staring at the car, as if she could see him through the back tint. Another woman approached her, smiling and pointed to the cab driving to them. The raven-haired woman broke eye contact and smiled at her friend. They loaded their luggages when their cab stopped in front of them.

"Stop the car." His voice between a rasp and a whisper.

"What?"

"I SAID STOP THE CAR!" He bellowed, his voice shaking the interior of the SUV.

The tires screeched to a halt at the side of the road. The impact forced Domenico and Mario forward in their seats.

He threw the car door and sprung from his seat. He ran towards the trunk and watched as she entered the cab. Her smile, not leaving her face.

He heard Mario and Domenico got out the car.

"What happened?" His brother questioned, his head swirling back and forth to his face and the taxi zone.

"It's her."

"What?!" Domenico walked to him, his eyes not leaving him.

While his, were not leaving her ride.

"Where?! Are you sure?"

His entire body was shaking.

He was sure.

This time, he was fucking sure.

The taxi was still stuck in the traffic behind them. He couldn't take his eyes off it. The windows weren't tinted. She was in the back passenger seat, he saw her removing her cardigan. She was laughing at her friend.

It's her.

It's her!

"Domenico, tell the second car to pick you up here."

"Massimo, be rational. We have-" Mario began.

"I don't care! I'm not letting her out of my sight." He was pulsing.

"Who?!" The old man looked mad.

He couldn't waste time.

The traffic was starting to move.

"Get out the car." With hasty footsteps, he walked backwards to the SUV. "Get out, I'm driving!"

The driver stepped down and away from the car.

"Look, let's be calm down for a minute here." Domenico amended and pulled his phone. "I'll ask Alek and the other guys to follow. I'm calling them right now."

No. It has to be him.

He memorized how the cab looked like. A white Ford Galaxy. The company's name branded on the passengers' and rear doors.

"Massimo?"

She's here.

She wasn't a dream.

After all these years.

Five fucking years.

She's real.

"Massimo!" Domenico called again. "Did you get a look at the plates?"

"BB 03813. The Airport Taxi company." he responded in a minute.

Domenico repeated it to the phone. "Okay, okay. Good." He hung up the phone. "It's one of Stefan's."

Cars zoomed past them. Nobody dared to horn; Everybody seemed to recognize the seal on the side doors.

"Good. Tell the second car to pick you up."

"But-" Mario interrupted again.

"Get out of my way or I'll run you over." He snarled, stepping on the driver's stool. His eyes anywhere but the nasty, senile man.

"You're gonna leave us here in the gutter?" Mario complained.

For a minute, he let his eyes wander to his brother. "Domenico…"

His brother nodded at him in understanding. "Alek has your back. The second car is on its way here. I'll make up for your absence."

"Fanculo!" Mario threw his hands up in exasperation.

He was never more thankful for Domenico than that moment.

The taxi took the east 92nd exit, he changed the gear to Drive.

He rolled the windows as Domenico hollered, "I'll patch the taxi's GPS on yours. Vai a prenderla, brother." Go get her.

He smirked at Nico before flooring on the gas.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES:

I made Laura (indirectly) curious about Massimo too, that way they're both weird together. LOL. I would like to believe that Domenico and Massimo have a great relationship. 'Cause I know Massimo won't have someone he doesn't trust to watch Laura. ALSO, I had different versions of the ending. At first, I don't want Massimo to come after her, but, after five years of pinning? It wouldn't make sense to me if he ordered somebody to do it for him. Tell me if you like it.

Still interested? 😬 My original plan was three chapters only, but if guys want maybe (?) I could do more and cover the entire movie. ?

PLEASE CHECK OUT THE AO3 site and Fanfic I added in the title. I’ll be uploading future chapters there. It’s so hard here on Tumblr. 

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Summary: Yugen, a Third Year student from Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. After a year, the three Third Years, including her, finally went home to Japan and while the two are either resting and catching up with their parents. Yugen chose to stay in the College for a while to accompany Shoko Ieri and study under her. So, what's the other reason she came back?

Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru, Shoko Ieri, Geto Suguru, Masamichi Yaga ,Zenin Maki, Panda, Inumaki Toge, Okkotsu Yuuta, Yugen Akihisa, Ishida Den, Mizuki Shina, Hakari ,Zenin Mai, Todo Aoi, Utahime Iori

Genre: Supernatural,Fantasy, Slice of Life, Crack, Fluff, Action

Warnings: Curse, Swearing, Grammar Errors, mention of torn limbs

The ringing of the phone indicating that someone is calling echoed on a room until the person on the other side picks up. “Hello, Yugen-san?”

“Good morning, Yamato-san!” Yugen cheerfully greeted.

Right now, they are back to the infirmary; Itadori laid on the bed tiredly, Kugisaki on the swivel chair as she spins around, Fushiguro reading a particular book that caught his interest from the bookshelf near him while Yugen leaned her back to the window, her phone on her ears as her eyes stared outside of the glass.

“What did you do again?”

Yugen gasps exaggeratedly as she offendedly says, “I didn’t do something bad!...well… maybe…”

Yamato sighed. “Should I contact the Principal?”

“Hehe. I think you should.” Yugen carefully agreed. “I used the highway railings two streets away from Jujutsu Tech in the heat of the moment. We were attacked by a Grade 3 Curse and it’s a slime type-”

“‘We’? You’re not alone?”

“Yeah. I’m with the First Years.”

“Yugen-san!” Yamato yelled. “You should not do things that might influence the kids!”

“Are you implying that I am a bad example for the First Years?” Yugen rested her free hand on her chest as if Yamato could see her. “Don’t you know that I don’t cuss, unlike Den? Or get stressed quickly like Shina? I’m a chill person and I don’t utter such obscenity.”

“We both know that you’re the carbon copy of Gojo-san - in behavior.” Yamato rubbed her temples. Oh, the headache she gets whenever a certain troublemaker strikes.

“I don’t. I’m not like Gojo-sensei. I’m a good girl.”

“What is this I’m hearing? Is Yu-chan saying that I’m also a bad example?”

The students turned their heads towards the white-haired Sorcerer entering the room as he placed small boxes on the table which made Kugisaki halt her antics as Itadori got up and peered at the object.

“Hm?” Kugisaki’s brown eyes scrutinized the text of the box as her eyes widened in glee. “It’s a fruit sando!”

“Woah, it really is!” Itadori opened one of the cartons gingerly.

“It’s a souvenir!” Gojo exclaimed. “Leave us a few. I need to talk to this midget here.” he tapped the Third Year’s head and urged her to walk as they left the infirmary, Yugen smiled at the First Years, her fingers smoothly ending the call with Yamato.

“What is it that you want to talk about?” Yugen leaned on the pillar on the side as she crossed her arms and looked at Gojo with a questioning gaze.

“Where are Den and Shina?” asked Gojo.

Yugen blinked confusedly. “On their home.”

“You sure?” Gojo fished out something to reveal a ripped picture of a construction site and obviously from a newspaper. Slowly, Yugen’s indigo eyes slightly widened at the sight of the photo on his hand as her heartbeat drummed nervously.

Internally, she is panicking. Why does he have that picture? Does he know? Did the ‘business’ earlier he was talking about is looking for Den or Shina? I made sure not to make suspicious moves so why does he have that? What should I do? Should I act inno-

“Relax, Yu-chan. Your face is giving away your thoughts.” Yugen exhaled the air she didn’t realize she was holding and glared at the teacher in front of her.

“You’re being nosy, Sensei.”

“And you’re being skeptical, Akihisa.”

Yugen narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you want?”

Gojo hummed for a few seconds. “Hmmmm~”

He opened his mouth to say something but got interrupted when Yugen’s phone rang as she took out her phone from her skirt’s pocket and pressed the answer button on the screen.

“Hello?...eh? Five humans since she settled there?.......okay, good. Take care and see you.”

“Was that Den?”

“Yeah. Let’s go back to the topic.” Yugen says as Gojo’s lips quirk up in amusement.

“My, my. Impatient, aren’t we?” he teased.

“Why do you have that picture, Sensei?” she asked.

“First of all, it’s not my fault that someone left this on the Shoko’s desk along with scrolls sprawled on the table.” Gojo started. Yugen felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment as she remembered that she indeed left the ripped picture on the desk. “Second, your voice raised a bit higher than normal when you answered my question about exorcising the Special Grade and lastly...you.”

“What about me?” Yugen tilted her head.

“You’re acting shady!” Gojo blurted out. “You can lie to a stranger but you can’t lie in my face.”

Σ(‘◉⌓◉’) ‘I thought he was going to say something cooler like you can’t lie to someone who knows you.’ (一。一;;）’ but since this is Gojo-sensei we are talking about...I guess this is expected.’

“You really have an expressive face, Yu-chan.”

“I was just asking how did you get your hands to that thing, why did you end up talking like a detective from the movies?” Yugen says, “You are demanding answers since I arrived here.”

Yugen continued. “Your actions are saying that you are suspicious of me since the very beginning because if you’re not, you should have brought the First Years late but you’re early.”

Underneath the blindfold, Gojo furrowed his eyebrows.

“You being punctual means that you know something even though I haven’t said yet the truth why we came back home before the appointed time Principal Yaga thought,” Yugen stated. “Am I right, Gojo-sensei?”

“Not to mention, you eat the trap I baited,” Yugen smirked, seeing Gojo’s mouth agape in surprise. “I invited the First Years for lunch as soon as you left and in the meantime, you used that gap to survey the infirmary. When we got back to the room, I noticed that Megumi’s paper was moved to the side. As far as my memory says, the paper was placed near the lamp and I didn’t use the lamp to pin the paper either. It just means that someone interfered while I was not there.”

“Bingo.” Yugen grinned in victory as Gojo howled in laughter. “I didn’t think that you would pick up the picture. It’s a trap that tells whether someone touched the things without someone supervising.”

“HAHAHAHAHA!! I just can’t outwit you!”

“That picture was in between Megumi and Yuuji’s paper.” Yugen shook her head with a smile on her face. “I just use a simple trap.”

“You know that I’m willing to cover you up, right?” Gojo ruffled her mahogany hair. “You’re like my daughter.”

“I don’t see you as a father figure.” Yugen teased. Her gloved fingers fixing her messy strands. “Ready for a storytelling?”

“When I am not ready?”

One cautious step on the concrete while a juniper colored hair peeked behind the worn-out wall to peek at the two figures discussing what they are gonna do next as the womanly figure childishly threw a tantrum on the larger figure when her companion says something that upsets her.

“Why can’t I go outside?!” says the lass.

Believe it or not, Shina knows that these people are registered Special Grade Curses that her group has been hunting for a year since their Second Year and now they are the Third Year, the chase of these bloodthirst Curses are gonna end today. The female Curse was wearing a torn kimono, showing her smooth blue skin while her violet hair was tied up in a bun with a few strays falling on her forehead. The other one was a large Curse standing on 6’9 with only pants as his clothes and just like the female, he had blue skin and his violet hair was tied in a tight bun.

The plan is simple yet required for them to execute it in accurate precision. It was not the usual set up.

Have Shina sneak into the lion’s den to watch the Curse’s moves and report it, Den to summon weapons using her talismans to surround the vicinity if ever the Curse escaped, and Yugen to activate her Domain Expansion within 0.2 seconds and use it to trigger the Domain Repercussions to exorcise the Curses.

Right, it’s not the complex ploy they set before the day of exorcising.

Yet, the pair already notice her presence and they sharply turn to Shina’s hiding place, chasing her as she skips from side to side of the deformed, old hallway.

‘I followed Yugen’s instruction on how to conceal my existence and lowered my Cursed Energy, how did they know I was here?’ Shina shoveled the collapsed block of cement she passed by halting momentarily to kick the objects as it obscured the visions of the stunned two Curses; their eyes caught dust and foreign particles.

“Shina, can you hear me?!” the voice of Den reverberated around the place.

“The Curses are chasing me!” Shina answered as she felt dizzy from running in twists and turns. Behind her, the growling from one of the Curses can be heard. ‘Where does Den’s voice come from?’

“Which Curse!?”

“Special Grades!”

“Shit!” the navy haired girl cussed loudly. “Yugen is fighting a bunch of Grade 1 insects! She can’t use Domain Expansion!”

“Well, damn it!”

Shina can’t see Den but she swears she heard her laugh.

It made her lips quirk up in a soft smile. She, after all, doesn’t cuss when she is not frustrated-choosing to stay quiet until her stress level reached its limit.

The running is taking a toll on her.

“Where are you?”

A glance to the left as she answered, “Floor C, Emergency Exit.”

“Why are you so far away?!!” Den whined.

“I know I should not-” Shina dodged the Cursed Energy beam from the male Curse shot on her way as she leaped to the stairs. “..ask! But how are you able to communicate with me?”

“I put Talismans earlier on the building!”

“You think I’ll let you off the hook, brat!?” the female Curse exclaimed, her long nails scratching Shina’s back as she hissed in pain-the excruciating tingles making her gaze hazy.

“SHINA!!”

A flash of similar dark uniform slams the female Curse on the wall loudly. Shina felt her breathing hitch as her green eyes caught blood dripping on Den’s head who had her rose-pink eyes glaring at the struggling female Curse; hands gripping the Curse’s neck as she tried to free her limbs from the Talismans.

“Did you injure yourself on your way here?” Shina asked as her hand pulls out a Talisman from Den’s belt bag hanging on her back; sticking one Talisman on the female Curse’s mouth, completely shutting her shoutings.

Swinging the blade multiple times, on the sides, on her front and back. The insect Curses resembled grasshoppers charging at her in full speed as Yugen swiftly sliced them; purple substance on her dark uniform and the filthy stench invaded her nose. Yugen tightly held the hilt of the tanto sword on her right hand as she continued to swing in different directions.

“This is why I hate pests.”  exhaled and fastened up her jumping pace; creating a large distance to the Curses.

“Okay, okay.” Yugen steadied her footing on the ground as she bounced to feel her legs that started to numb from exhaustion. She inhaled and exhaled as Yugen focused the power on her right leg; pivoting her left leg to raise her other shin.

The rumbling noise of a large portion of air gathering in one place blared towards the insect Curses as the force crushed the earth and made the Curses retreat until the air entered their internals; bursting their bodies apart. Yugen blink at the nauseating view. The forest is also affected by the pressure as the land had a large and long dent on it.

“Ah, there’s another group. Geez,” she says as her body flashes mid-air behind the ongoing Curses; the blade of the tanto sword whistling with the wind as she swung it again.

The slapping sound of Talismans sticking to the walls loudly.

Den sprinted towards the female Curse’s torso as she smacks a Talisman different from the others; Shina is behind the male Curse, kicking him in the shins to take his balance off which the Curse quickly recovered as she dashed to the female Curse; She and Den crossed paths; their minds saying the same thing.

Talisman Technique: Synchronization.

Within those seconds, both of the Curses felt something creepier. The sensation of a boiling liquid slowly seeping through their muscles, taking its time to crawl in their body as their senses shout at them of the impending danger. The uncomfortable feeling of it made their mind distracted.

Shina rose her hand mimicking a marionettist manipulating her puppets with strings.

A tug of an invisible force.

“Wow, I just came at the right time.”

Yugen wields the tanto sword to the side as purple blood splatters in the process. Den threw a clean cloth to her. Meanwhile, the two Curses trembled upon hearing Yugen’s voice as she used the cloth to clean the purple liquid on the blade.

“The plan failed, idiot.” Den played the talismans on her hand.

“Sorry! hehe.” Yugen apologized sheepishly, still wiping the blade. “Take it easy! The theatre is starting.”

“So? You can’t move?” Den questioned the two Special Grades with mockery. The Curse pair stood frozen on their spot as they registered that they are not moving anymore.

“My Cursed Technique allows me to control living beings by touching them thrice as my Cursed Energy flows like a fluid,” Shina stated, her right index finger haul up as the male Curse’s arm moves; demonstrating her technique.

“Since Shina can’t touch you, I used my Cursed Technique,” Den said. “You see, my Curse Energy is made to create and they only manifest when I’m using these Talismans-” she waved the Talismans, “-and the papers plastered on the wall had her Cursed Energy on it and since it’s surrounding us-”

“-you Special Grades are going to die.” Yugen finished as she removed the dark glove of her right hand and throw it aside

“What a waste. I was hoping to use weapons to kill you guys to make me practice but you just have to crush that and see Shina.” Den brushed the dust on her skirt.

“Please let my sister go…” the male Curse pleaded as he struggled to move.

Yugen looked at him. “Do you know the story of Hansel & Gretel?”

The Curse didn’t answer.

“Hansel & Gretel are siblings like the two of you.” Yugen closed her eyes. “According to the story I read, there was a great famine struck their country and their family is starting to suffer from starvation, having no choice but to abandon the poor Hansel and Gretel. Their parent left them in the forest and suddenly, a sweet aroma filled their senses and followed the smell. As they reach a house made from different sweets, they met an old woman and she ushered them to enter her abode. The old woman turns out to be a witch! And she wanted to cook Hansel and eat him. However, Gretel is a smart girl and helped her brother to escape from the cage he was stuck and pushed the witch from the pot and she died.”

“W-What happened to Hansel and Gretel?” the female Curse timidly asked.

“Unfortunately…” Yugen opened her eyes to glance at them. “..they died in this life!”

Yugen slit the male Curse’s arms using the tanto sword on her left hand as the female Curse shrieked in fear; squirming on her spot as she thrashed around and called the male Curse in repeat.

“AAACKK!!!” the male Curse shouted in pain and Shina’s eyes widened when her ‘grip’ to the female Curse loosened; hands trembling from holding two Special Grades. For some reason, Shina can’t let the female Curse to sit still as the Curse erupt a high amount of Cursed Energy.

“Shit!” Den brings out a black talisman and sticks it towards the female Curse’s back; upon sensing her presence, the female Curse turns around and grabs her wrist then twists her body and fling Den towards Yugen and they both crash to the wall with a loud slam as the stones crumbled and fall into pieces..

“Nii-san!” the female Curse run to the male Curse and hoist him up but before she can carry the male Curse properly, a long black hand shot from the wall where Yugen and Den crashed into harshly grabbed the male Curse away from the female Curse as she yelped from the unexpected force.

Shina watched a figure stagger to her feet, swaying a little as she steadied her balance.  

“Let me tell you that I hate it when my head gets hit.”

Yugen glared at the female Curse. “It really pissed me off.”

Behind her, the long black hand is still clutching to the male Curse like a child holding her doll. Yugen raised a brow. “Oh? Not fighting back?”

“I already accepted the fact that I will die in our Creator’s hands…” he answered, defeat lacing his voice. “Our purpose is to fulfill our Creator-”

“You think I will let you die on her hands, Nii-san?!” the female Curse bawled as her Cursed Energy pressured Shina and Den to the ground, leaving Yugen standing-albeit not perfectly.

‘Shina can’t tend Den’s wounds…’ Yugen shifts her eyes to Shina and Den laying on the concrete. ‘I have to finish this woman.’ her tanto sword dangling on her gloved hand.

“For now, let’s kill that Curse.” Yugen’s indigo eyes followed another long tentacle-like hand appearing on her left back as its index and thumb passed to the male Curse’s center chest like a ghost going past to a wall as it dug out a small shiny dark orb and placed it onto Yugen’s palm.

The female Curse watched Yugen crush the dark orb in horror as the male Curse on the long black hand faded into specks of dust.

The Curse’s lips quivered as she screamed.

“And that's how the story ends.” Yugen lazily shifts her weight to her other leg. “The female Curse or let’s call her ‘Gretel’ escaped by releasing pressure again and almost made Shina a limp and Den had an amnesia.”

“Woah, what a terrible ending,” Gojo commented.

“It was a good thing that my little friend-” she caresses the left part of her hair as if touching a baby, “-protected the two yet ‘Gretel’ ran away before I got my hands on her. I just can’t let Shina and Den leave there in pain.”

“Spoken like a true older sister.” the white-haired Sorcerer patted her. “You did well.”

Yugen hummed, letting him stroke her hair like a child.

“That picture…” she paused. “..the construction site. That’s where ‘Gretel’ currently lives. Den might have sensed Gretel’s Cursed Energy in that place since she sticks a talisman on the Curse’s back before she flee and she could not get rid of it even if she tried to. Den’s Talisman can seal her but since Den is not near her, she can’t seal that Curse.”

Yugen cupped her chin with her gloved fingers. “Speaking of Den, we don’t know how many meters she should get near to chant the spell and seal Gretel until I exorcise her. Will one-meter good or she have to get closer? I think there’s a certain distance between the User and the Curse if it comes to sealing and not creating..”

“Yugen-senpai!” Itadori cries out as he rushes towards them. “I finally found you!”

“What happened, Yuuji?”

“Ku-Kugisaki is going to murder me!”

From afar, Kugisaki retorted. “I'm just putting your share! Senpai and Sensei are going to eat too!”

“Hah! For all I know, you secretly want an extra!”

“Just eat in peace,” Fushiguro muttered under his breath.

E X T R A :

“Huh?” Yugen looks around the old building. The aftermath of the exorcise had great damage and the residuals of the Curses are everywhere. She glances beside her to see Den surrounded by Medics provided by Jujutsu Tech and she approach the silent woman smoking on the side.

“Shoko-sensei!” the said woman puffs out the smoke and turns in her direction.

“Yugen, you seem fine.”

“Those Curses don’t affect me.” she rests her hands on her hips. “They belong to me, after all.”

“But still, you don’t feel dizzy?” Shoko asked.

“Not anymore.” Yugen let out a sigh. “How’s Den and Shina?”

Shoko dropped the cigarette on the land as she stomps on it. “Den is still light-headed and Shina is feeling weak. They should know that they should not have to use their Cursed Technique too much. Even though you are Grade 1 Sorcerers doesn’t mean that you have to use your skills for your full potential. Yugen, you already know this, right? The three of you are strong but handling two Special Grades especially coming from the unknown is dangerous.”

“I don’t know why the Principal insists that you exorcise these Special Grades.” the Doctor sighed. “He must be teaching you a lesson.”

Yugen only smiled wryly. “I feel responsible so I don’t mind if the higher-ups dump this work to us.”

“Higher-ups? Are they involved?”

“Of course, they are.” she scoffed. “They are expecting me to fail.”

Shoko laughed in amusement, “Cowards, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, they are.”

Then Shoko held out a familiar dark glove to Yugen as the Third Year’s face brightened up. “You’re looking for this?”

Yugen whispered a small ‘thank you’ and  wore the glove. “I thought it was missing.”

“Did you know that your other classmates made trouble?” Shoko says. “They receive suspension as punishment.”

“Eh??”

“All of the Third Years are suspended except the Three Espada,” she explained. “I’m saying this beforehand. Don’t be surprised if you can’t see a Third Year roaming on the school grounds.  Satoru will likely not explain it.”

Yugen chuckled. “Right.”

Domain Repercussions - A Domain Technique: details will be provided from the following next chapters.

*Yamato - a female Auxiliary Manager

i only posted my work here in tumblr (gojosatoruwifey) and in my ao3 account. please report immediately if someone reposted my works on other sites without my permission.

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Anyone else ever notice how no one ever seems to date in the Pokémon anime world? Like any proposal goes from friends to engaged! Not that that’s a bad thing, but definitely something I’ve noticed.

Pokeshipping Week 2019- Day 7- Marriage/Proposal

Honestly, Ash should have known better.

But at the end of the day, it was the Cerulean sisters or Brock and Tracy, and he knew the lesser of two evils when he saw them.

Three pairs of eyes twinkled at him in delight, and for a split second, he contemplated just straight up running away and trying again in four or... forty years. Fortunately (or unfortunately), Pikachu was not about to let him squirm out of this one, and his partner could be quite persuasive when he wanted to be, so he was kinda stuck.

"So do you like, have a ring and everything?" Violet gushed.

He nodded shyly, pulling his cap even farther down in front of his face as the sisters squealed in excitement.

"Oh my goodness, you have to let us see it!" Daisy urged, her own diamond wedding band sparkling mockingly from her left hand.

Ash gulped, trying and failing miserably not to let the girls smell his fear as he pulled the little box out of his jacket pocket and opened it up for them to see.

"Oh, Ash," Violet breathed, "it's beautiful!"

"And it's, like, so her," Lily agreed.

Ash let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding at their praise. "You guys think she'll say yes?" he asked nervously, which was apparently not even kind of the correct thing to say, as they all snapped their heads up simultaneously to glare at him at the exact same time.

"Are you like, serious right now?" Daisy asked, her voice dripping with ire.

"Well, I mean-"

"No," she interrupted. "Just- no. Like, shut up."

Intelligently, he kept his mouth shut.

"Ash," she began, at this point holding the bridge of her nose in the same way Misty often did when dealing with Psyduck. Or, you know, him. "Our little sister, despite her claims, has been in love with you since she was, like, ten years old. I like, totally understand that you are nervous. You have like, every right to be. But I swear to Arceus, if you do not propose to my little sister soon, I will propose to her for you."

He chuckled nervously, Lily and Violet nodding sagely behind their sister. "Got it," he mumbled weakly.

Whelp. Blessing granted.

Which brought them here, days later, in muted lighting, a candle in between them as they waited for their overpriced dinner. They were...dating?, Ash supposed, or at least whatever the Ash and Misty equivalent of dating was, for the last few years. They never actually had any sort of talk or conversation about it, but both seemed to be under the same assumption that whatever it was they were doing, it was exclusive and special and only for them.

He loved Misty. Really, truly, loved her, and he always had in some way or the other, so when the decision to make this thing official, as Brock had oh-so-eloquently phrased it, made its way into his head, it seemed like the natural next step.

Of course I want to spend the rest of my life with her, he remembered thinking, as naturally as throwing a pokeball, why wouldn't I?

"You okay over there, Ash?"

He blinked, his eyes widening comically as Misty raised an amused eyebrow over her wine glass. "Huh?"

"You were spacing off," she explained. "A lot on your mind? I know thinking can be a difficult process for you, so just let me know if you need a minute."

"Oh, ha ha," he snorted, and took a sip of his wine as well, for lack of anything else to do. "Just hoping having to look at your face for an hour wont ruin my appetite is all."

She kicked him under the table for that one, but her put-upon expression leaked way to an amused, fond smile nonetheless. Ash grinned, some things never changed, teasing always was and was always going to be their favorite love language.

"But seriously, Ash," she continued, her face softening. "You've been kinda quiet all week, you doing okay? Is the league stuff getting to you? Because you haven't taken a day off in like, a decade. I think they would understand if you needed a break."

He shook his head. "Nah, it's fine. I mean, the gym leaders are being a pain in my ass, but what else is new there?" He grinned when she kicked him under the table once again. "But, well..." He gulped. This was it. Now or never. "I guess there is one thing that's kinda stressing me out..."

She blinked and put down her glass, her eyes wide and oh so green in the candlelight. "Oh yeah?"

His hand sweaty, he reached into his pocket and ran his fingers over the small, round box sitting heavily against his leg. "Yeah."

Never one to master the art of patience, she tilted her head to the side, just a bit annoyed. "And what would that be?" she asked.

Ash opened his mouth, the speech he had practiced with Pikachu a hundred times dancing along the tip of his tongue. You're my best friend, thank you for always supporting me, even when I was a little punk kid with a bad attitude, thank you for loving my pokemon like your own, even the bugs, thank you for putting up with my nonsense and knocking sense into me when I'm being an idiot, thank you for never giving up on me.

But instead what came out was a quick, nervous, stupid, "You're sisters promised me you'd say yes."

Misty's mouth fell open, her wide eyes flicking back and forth from the beautiful, glittering ring Ash (Ash!) held out to her, to Ash's own, as wide and surprised as they were brown and warm. "A-Ash, wha-?" she began, before Ash cursed and slapped his forehead.

"Oh my god, that wasn't even close to what I wanted to say," he moaned. "Pikachu is going to kill me."

But if Misty was aware of the inner turmoil Ash was facing, she didn't give any indication, her attention set squarely and solely on the present situation. "Ash," she hissed, and Ash noticed with some acute nervousness, that her hands were clenched into the tablecloth, her knuckles white. "If this is some sort of joke, Ash Ketchum, I swear, I will-"

"No joke!" he insisted quickly, cutting her off. "I, uh, actually had a whole spiel ready to go about how much you mean to me and how you're my best friend and stuff, but well," he laughed, running an anxious hand through his hair. "I'm a moron, as you know, so..." he paused, smiling genuinely. "What do ya say?" he wiggled the box a little. "Mist, will you marry me?"

"Of course I will, you stupid idiot!" She cried, shaking her head, as if not even believing herself that she would say yes, though Ash noted with a little pride that her eyes were just ever so glassy. A little shakily, he slid the ring onto her finger. A perfect fit.

And everyone told him he wasn't romantic.

"That wasn't even a little romantic," she laughed, her cheeks rosy.

Ash snorted, grinning. "And yet you still said yes, so who is the real idiot here?."

She stuck her tongue out, turning her attention to the glittering ring on her finger, causing Ash to brim with pride, excited for what the future held.

After all, all his best adventures started with Misty. What made this one any different?

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Magic Bullet Part 1./ Teen Wolf Series

A/N: Sorry it took so long to post! Real life has been getting in the way lol! I decided to mix it up and have Stiles' POV in there at some point. This will start happening more so I hope you guys like it!��

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of vomit, cursing, and mild violence

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I woke up and did my usual routine. Shower, brush my teeth, fix my hair the best I could, then got dressed. I put on a black shirt reading "You just made the top of my list" with a camo jacket, black skinny jeans and my old beat up converse. I pack up my backpack with all my homework and books and then I toss it over my shoulder and head out the door. I call back to my dad that I was leaving and that I love him. I get in my car and head to school, and as I pull into a parking space, I see Scott and Stiles heading to my car in a hurry. 

"Hey guys! What's up?" I ask as I get out and close my door. 

Scott pulls me towards him and Stiles and talks quietly. "Did you hear gunshots last night?" He asks worriedly. 

"No. Why what happened?" I ask concerned as we walk towards the school. 

"I saw Allison's dad talking to some blonde girl, they were talking about the Alpha. Talking about following 'the smaller one' to get to the Alpha." 

"Do you think they meant you?" I ask. 

"Maybe…" he continues confused. 

"What about the gunshots?" 

"That was her. I think she was shooting at the Alpha." 

"Well, who's the Alpha?" I ask. 

"Not Derek, apparently." Stiles interjects. 

"What do you mean?" I ask. 

Before either of them can answer, the bell rings. I sigh deeply and we all head off to class. Scott takes a seat, Stiles sits behind him, and I sit next to Scott. I turn towards the boys to say something, then our History teacher has us quiet down and starts handing back our tests from last week. I can feel Stiles' nervous energy. He reaches over and taps Scott's shoulder. 

"So if Derek isn't the Alpha and isn't the one who bit you, then who did?" He asks. 

"I don't know." He answers. 

"Could it be another family member?" I ask.

"Doubt it. Everyone died in the fire." Scott answers. 

"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Stiles asks.

"I don't know." Scott replies, starting to get annoyed by the constant questions.

Stiles huffs and sits back. He then leans forward again. 

"Does Allison's dad know about the Alph--" Scott cuts him off a little too loudly.

"I don't know!" Making some of the kids in front of the class look back. 

I sit there, looking away in embarrassment. The three of us get our tests back. 95%. Hell yeah! I look over at the boys.

"Dude, you need to study more." Stiles comments. 

Awkward silence.

"It was a joke… c'mon man it's one test, you'll make it up." He adds.

"Do you need help studying?" I ask, offering my help. 

"No, I'm studying with Allison after school." Scott answers. 

Stiles gives a look of proud yet surprised. "That's my boy!" He praises. 

"We're just studying." Scott insists.

"Uh… no you're not." Stiles states. 

"No I'm not?" 

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I--I swear I'll have you deb--" I cut Stiles off. 

"Okay, we get it, Stilinski." I huff and shake my head. 

"Just please stop with the questions." Scott begs. 

"Yeah, no more questions." Stiles adds. Thank God…

"No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek… who still scares me." He continues. That makes two of us. 

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I start walking through the halls when Allison catches up with me. 

"Hey, Charli!" She calls out happily. 

I look back and smile at her. "Hey, Allison!" My smile quickly disappears when I see Lydia come up next to her. 

"What's up?" Lydia asks, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Why is it that everything she does annoys me?

"Just heading to class." I answer quietly. 

"What about you, Allison? Anything going on later?" She asks, giving her a knowing look. 

Wh--what do you mean?" Allison asks stuttering. 

"You know what I mean..." Lydia winks and I roll my eyes. 

"So Scott's coming over tonight?" She continues. 

"We're just studying together." Allison insists, not even trying to hide her smile. She's adorable, I love her.

"Just studying never ends with 'just studying'..." Lydia interjects.

"That's not always the case." I insist as I shove my hands in my jacket pockets. 

"Sure it does, it's like getting into a hot tub; he'll eventually cop a feel." She explains as she walks up the steps with us following behind.

"So what are you saying?" Allison asks. Don't encourage her…

"I'm just saying… make sure he covers up." Lydia states, making Allison confused. 

"She means a condom." I elaborate as I pop a piece of Big Red gum into my mouth. 

Allison chuckles. "Are you kidding? After one date?" 

"Hello, Snow White! Don't be a total prude. Give him a little taste." Lydia advises. This is exactly why I can't take you seriously, Lydia. Shit like this… 

"I mean, how much is a little taste?" Allison asks quietly. Oh God, she's corrupted! 

"Oh God, you really like him, don't you?" Lydia asks, almost shocked. 

"Well, ugh, he just seems so different. When I moved here, I had a plan. No boyfriends until college, I just move too much. But then I met him and he's different..." Allison tells us, in such a daydream-like voice. Man, she sounds like me thinking about Stiles right now…

"I don't know, I can't explain it." She continues.

"I can. It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine."Lydia states, making me roll my eyes again.

"Or she's starting to fall in love." I insert. 

"Oh, don't be silly, Charlotte…" Bitch… first of all, it's Charli. Second, go fuck yourself.  "I'll tell you what to do…" she continues. "When's he coming over?" She asks. 

"Right after school." Allison answers. 

The bell rings and we start heading up the stairs further. "I gotta get going. Allison, don't do anything you're not comfortable with." I say, then head to the front doors. 

I get into my car, take a deep breath to relieve some of the stress from dealing with the bad advice Lydia and Stiles were giving Allison and Scott. I startup my car and start backing out of the parking lot and end up behind Stiles. I honk my horn, making him look back, laughing and gives me the finger. I laugh and give him two right back. Out of nowhere, he suddenly stops, making me stop, almost running into him. He starts honking, I get out and look his way to see what's going on. As I get there, Scott shows up and Stiles is still sitting in the Jeep, confused as can be. 

I signal for him to come out, then he does and we see Derek laying in front of Roscoe. 

"Oh my God, did you hit him?" I ask, freaking out. 

"No! He just walked in front of me out of nowhere then fell down!" He insists. 

"What are you doing here?" Scott exclaims as he kneels down next to Derek, who looks like he's on the verge of death. 

"I was shot." Derek answers weakly. 

"He's not looking so good, dude." Stiles interjects. Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Why aren't you healing?" Scott asks concerned. 

Derek looks at me, then Scott looks at me then back to Derek. "It's alright, she's cool." Scott informs Derek. 

"I can't, it was a different kind of bullet." Derek answers. 

"Whoa, a silver bullet?" Stiles asks, almost amazed. Oh my God… 

"No, you idiot!" Derek growls. 

"Wait, wait… that must be what she meant by we have 48 hours." Scott concludes.

"What? Wh--who said 48 hours?" Derek asks.

"The one who shot you…" Scott answers wearily. 

Derek winces in pain, then his werewolf eyes start to glow blue. Car horns start honking and we all look back. 

"What are you doing? Stop that!" Scott exclaims. 

"I can't! That's what I'm trying to tell you!" Derek shoots back. 

"Derek, get up!" I command as I push Scott out of the way, showing him my glowing purple eyes. 

His eyes get wide looking into mine. The other drivers start honking their horns, becoming impatient. Other kids are staring, making me flash my eyes to their normal violet color. 

"Stiles, help us put him in your car." I tell him as Scott and I pull Derek up to his feet. 

Stiles opens the passenger side door and Scott puts him in the seat and I close the door. 

"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek tells Scott. 

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott questions. 

"She's an Argent, she's with them!" 

"Why should I help you?" 

"Because you need me." 

Scott looks over, making me look over and see Allison approaching. I look back at Scott, who looks back at Derek. 

"Fine. I'll try." He answers bitterly. 

Stiles gets in the driver seat. 

"Get him outta here." I tell him as I walk over to his side. 

"I hate you for this so much." He answers through gritted teeth then drives off. 

"Hey!" Allison calls and I take that as my que to leave. I hop back into my car and I head home, ready to do some research on what type of bullet could've been used on Derek. 

As I'm driving home, trying to figure out what it could be, I can hear Lycanthropy by G.B.H. play at a low volume.

When the wolfsbane blooms,

And the Autumn moon is bright.

He instinctively seeks to kill,

The thing he loves the best.

He'll bare his teeth, growl

Suddenly, I abruptly pull into my driveway and run upstairs to my room and start typing away on my computer. Looking into the possibility of wolfsbane being used in bullets. It feels like hours before I can officially get an answer in the dark web. I do so much digging that my eyes feel like they're burning and my fingers are all cramped. But I then I go on a site called 'Hunters Hideout' where they tell you how to put wolfsbane into bullets for a slow, painful transformation that would lead to a slow, painful death.

I'm shocked by what I read that my only reaction is to just cover my mouth and start tearing up. The worst thoughts go through my head. What if they do this to Scott? What if he goes through this and tries to kill Allison, or Stiles, or his mom… or me? What if I have to kill Derek to save Stiles? What if…

I make my way to the bathroom and throw up. Thinking about all of this had made me sick to my stomach. I clean up and try to call Stiles, who must've shut his phone off. I try again, but the line is busy. Finally, I try Scott, who clearly shut his phone off too. C'mon you idiots! Answer you fucking phones!

I pace through the house, trying to reach both of them, until finally Stiles answers. 

"Stiles--" I begin, but then he cuts me off 

"Charli, I can't talk right now. I'm trying to keep Derek safe right now." He tells me, talking a mile a minute in his usual Stiles style. 

"No wait, Stiles you can--". Line goes dead. I look at my phone and see that the call ended. Did this mother fucked really just hang up on me? 

I text Scott:

Scott: Scott, if you or Stiles don't answer your fucking phones, I'm coming to Allison's and I'm going physically pull you out of the house and drag you to mine! 😡

I wait for a reply, when my phone rings and it's Scott, who put Stiles on a three-way call with me. 

"Scott, what the hell took you so long?" I huff. 

"I'm sorry, I was with Allison!" He exclaims. 

"What about you, Stilinski? What's your excuse for hanging up on me?" I sneer.

"I've been trying to figure out what to do with Derek!" He insists.

"Well maybe if you didn't hang up, I could've helped you figure that out!" My voice raises.

"Look right now isn't the time for arguing, okay?" Scott interjects.

"What am I supposed to do with him?" Stiles asks.

"Take him somewhere! Anywhere!" Scott exclaims.

"By the way, he's starting to smell…" Stiles adds. 

"Like what?" Scott asks confused.

"Like death!" Stiles voice raises. 

"Okay, why don't you take him to the animal clinic?" I suggest. 

"Yeah, that's perfect! Deaton would be gone by now and there's a spare key behind the dumpster, Charli will meet you there." Scott elaborates. 

"You're not going to believe where he wants me to take you…" Stiles states. 

I can then hear Derek's voice on the phone. "Did you find it?" He asks. 

"How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million bullets! It's like the freaking Walmart of guns!" Scott shoots back, making me chuckle. 

"If you don't find it, then I'm dead. Right?" He asks. 

"I'm starting to think that maybe not such a bad thing…" Scott snarks. 

"Well wait a minute, do we really need the bullet or bullets? What if we just need to know what's in it?" I suggest.

"What are you implying, little girl?" Derek retorts. 

"Okay first of all, I could be the one saving your life so you could talk me nicer, and second, while the numbskulls weren't answering their phones, I did some research online about what type of bullet it could be. I'll tell you more at the clinic, in the meantime, Scott, keep looking. I have an idea." I tell them then hang up. I grab my laptop and head out to the Deacon's clinic. 

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I arrive to the clinic and Stiles is just opening the door. I run in and yell "it's wolfsbane! Wolfsbane is in the bullet!" 

"How the hell do you know this?" Derek asks as he sits on a pile of bags of dog food against the wall.

"I did some research on a part of the internet that I'm not proud to say I was on and I went on this site called 'Hunters Hideout' and they went into detail about what's in the bullet and the kind of death it can cause for a werewolf." I explain. 

"Scott has to bring that bullet." Derek tells us. 

"Why?" Stiles asks.

"Because if he doesn't, I'll die." 

Stiles helps Derek up and I open the doors for them, then I set my laptop on the counter and start looking up what I was just on earlier, figuring out if there was an antidote for it, but couldn't find anything. 

"Y'know, it doesn't really look like something some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles says, clearly getting sick from the sight. 

I look over and I can see the blood dripping, and I cover my nose and try to look away, but he clearly needs help and Stiles is too squeamish to do so. 

"If the infection reaches my heart, it could kill me…" Derek explains weakly as I grab some paper towels and clean up the blood on his arm so I can get a better look at the injury. 

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary is it?" Stiles asks. Not a good time for your endearing sarcasm, Stiles.

"If Scott doesn't get here with the bullet on time, last resort…" Derek states, walking away from me and looking through drawers. 

"Which is?" I ask. 

Derek holds up the surgical saw. "One of you is going to cut off my arm." 

Stiles and I stand there in shock, both of our jaws are on the ground. Derek pushes the saw towards Stiles. He picks it up and turns it on. 

"Oh my God, what if you bleed to death?" Stiles asks. 

"It'll heal if it works." Derek replies as he ties a rubber strand around his arm with his free hand and teeth. 

"Couldn't we maybe just extract the bullet and then dispose of it or something?" I ask with a shake in my voice.

"Won't work." Derek huffs weakly.

"Look, I don't know if I can do this…" Stiles admits, looking like he wants to puke. 

"Why not?" Asks Derek as he finishes tying the rubber strand off.

"Well, the cutting of the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially of the blood!" Stiles tells him as his voice cracks when he says blood. 

"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek judges.

"No, but I might faint at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Stiles corrects as he motions to Derek's arm. 

I stand in front of my open laptop, still covering my mouth and nose, trying to focus on anything besides their conversation. I turn around and face them with my face still covered. 

Derek sighs, and shakes his head then looks at me. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to do this?" He asks. I hope he doesn't say anything…

"She's worse than me!" Stiles defends. 

"Okay, well how about this; either one of you cowards cuts off my arm, or I cut off your heads." Derek threatens. 

"Okay, I'm so not buying your threats--" Stiles gets cut off by Derek grabbing his shirt and pulling him over the examination table. 

As a reflex I jump over and tackle Derek to the ground. I have my right hand pinning him down by the chest and the left up, prepared to punch. My eyes glowing, my fangs about to retract when I can feel Stiles' hands grabbing me by my shoulders and pulling me away. 

"Hey, hey, hey! C'mon, I know you wanna kill him, but he's right. Scott needs him." He reminds me. 

He keeps trying to look me in the eyes, but I won't look at him in his until I know mine are no longer glowing. He helps Derek back up and brings him back to the table. Derek leans over, barely able to breathe on his own while Stiles goes digging in his pockets. 

"We'll flip for it if I can find a quarter." He tells me as he continues digging. 

All of a sudden, Derek starts gagging and we both look at him. He throws up what look like black tar all over the floor. 

"Oh my God! What the hell is that?" Stiles exclaims in pure disgust. 

"It's my body… trying to heal itself…" Derek says while taking a pause to make sure he's finished. 

"Well it's not doing a very good job of it!" Stiles shoots back. 

"Alright!" I yell, making both boys look at me. "I'll do it!" I declare.

I pick up the saw and start it up. "Stiles, I need you hold his arm down." I instruct. 

"Charli, I--I can--" I cut Stiles off.

"Dammit, Stiles! It's for Scott!" I yell. 

He hurries and holds down Derek's arm. I get close with the saw and I'm about to make contact when I hear Scott's voice. "Stiles? Charli?"   

"Scott?" Stiles and I simultaneously call back. 

He comes in and sees us in, what looks like trying to mutilate Derek's body. 

"What the hell are you guys doing?" He interrogates. 

I turn off the saw and put it down and back away from the table, while Stiles let's go of Derek and sighs in relief. 

"You just prevented a lifetime of nightmares." Stiles relieves.

"Do you have it?" Derek asks weakly. 

Scott digs into his pockets and pulls out a bullet, then hands it to Derek. Derek takes it and examines it. His steel blue eyes staring it down. 

"What are you gonna do with it?" I ask him. 

"I'm gonna… I'm gonna--" he suddenly faints and drops the bullet. 

Scott and Stiles slide for the bullet while I jump over them and catch Derek's head before it can hit the ground. I'm not sure why I saved him when moments ago I wanted to kill him for threatening Stiles, but here I am. Supporting his head while Stiles and Scott try to get the bullet out of the floor drain. 

"C'mon Derek, wake up!" I cry out as I pat his face. 

"Oh God, I think he's dead!" Stiles announces as he comes over and checks on Derek. 

"Scott, c'mon!" I holler.

"I'm trying!" He shouts back.

I pat Derek's face again one more time. "C'mon you son of a bitch! Don't you die on us! We made it this fucking far!" I yell at Derek's unmoving body.

Finally, Scott comes over to us with the bullet in-between his claws cheering, "I got it!" 

I lay Derek down gently, then I get in front of him. "I've been wanting to do this all day…" I quietly say to him. 

I make a fist, whined it all the way back, and give Derek a strong left hook, waking him up. When he wakes up, Scott hands him the bullet and Stiles and I help Derek up. He supports himself on the metal table and pulls the top off with his teeth and empties it out on the table. He pulls a lighter out of his pocket and burns it. He scoops the remains into his hand and presses them into the disgusting wound on his left arm. He screams from the pain then falls to the floor, continuing to be in pain. The three of us back up and watch in shock as the wound starts to heal itself.

"That. Was. Awesome! Yes!" Stiles comments, making Scott and I look at him. 

Derek finally gets up. "Are you okay?" Scott asks. 

"Except for the agonizing pain?" Derek retorts. 

"Guessing the use of sarcasm is a sign of good health." Stiles comments. 

Derek gives Stiles a death glare, then starts taking the rubber strand off. 

"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that? An--and if you don't, I'm going back to Allison's dad and I'm going to tell him everything a--" Derek cuts Scott off. 

"You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?" 

"Well why not? They're a lot fucking nicer than you are!" Scott argues back. 

"Yeah, I can show you how nice they are…" Derek scoffs. 

"What do you mean?" Scott asks...

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[artificialqueens]

To New Hytes (Group fic) 3/? - Mac

AN: Again, bless Meggie for betaing this! I literally could not do any of this without her. She is a literal angel.

Summary: Vanessa is pissed, Brooke doesn’t care, Kameron is most probably falling in love, and Trixie meets an interesting woman at the bar.

Vanessa looked out the window to the bus and observed the passing greenery. There was a strange sort of calm she always got when travelling that made the passing trees look friendly.

The other passengers did not have this same sense of calm, however. Specifically, Scarlet.

The young stage manager was anxiously looking around the bus, knee bouncing up and down so aggressively that Yvie had to place her hand on Scarlet’s leg at least four times during the trip. The older girl finally gave up after the fifth time and threw her own legs into her girlfriend’s lap to stop the bouncing.

Scarlet gave her an apologetic smile but Yvie reassured her it was fine with a small peck.

Vanessa groaned in the seat across from them.

“You two are disgustin’.”

“They’re always like that, get used to it, chica,” A’keria spoke up from beside Vanessa, without looking up from her book.

Trixie popped up from the back of the bus to yell over to them. “Do you guys remember when we were in Stockholm and they got caught-”

“Okay, okay. Enough! We get it!” Scarlet interrupted, face flushed all of a sudden.

Vanessa turned back to A’keria who rolled her eyes at Scarlet and Yvie’s PDA.

“How’d that happen?” Vanessa whispered, tilting her head in the direction of the young couple.

“Honestly, I’m not really sure,” A’keria admitted, finally pulling her attention away from the book in her lap. “For as long as I’d known Scarlet, she didn’t look twice at anyone who was interested in her. Then one day Yvie and her started talking. It was weird cause all the sudden they both started acting like middle schoolers.” A’keria motioned to the couple in question as if to say ‘see what I mean,’ before continuing. “Scarlet softened almost overnight and started talking to the rest of us like we were people finally, and Yvie has had that dumb smile on her face ever since.”

“They seem like polar opposites.”

“They do, don’t they? That’s the weird thing too.” A’keria shrugged. “But they work real well together. And for all the grief we give ‘em, they make each other better.”

Vanessa hummed.

Satisfied with her answer for now, Vanessa chanced a look around the bus, taking in the faces of her fellow dancers.

A row ahead of her, Nina and Monet were putting the final touches on the promo video for the North American tour. Call it last minute, call it procrastination, call it lazy, Vanessa had noted that Nina and Monet did their best work when under a time crunch. They were giggling and joking like they were the only two people in the world.

A few rows back, Trixie and Blair were talking animatedly about something or another. Blair was rifling through notebook after notebook to Trixie’s repeated squeals of joy.

Violet sat in the very back with the girls from the burlesque number - Dela and Jinkx were their names from what Vanessa could remember - they sat squashed between a few crew members. They all chatted like old friends while Violet scrolled through her phone looking bored out of her skull - so her usual look.

Brooke and Kameron sat in the front looking out the windows and whispering with small smiles on their faces.

It was weird seeing Brooke so calm. Nerves not eating at her, stress not making her snap. She and Kameron looked at peace with each other. It made something settle in Vanessa’s stomach, something… decidedly not pleasant.

Brooke glanced over at her and caught her staring. Vanessa blushed. She fucking blushedand Brooke shot her a smirk before turning back to her conversation. Kameron gave Brooke a knowing smile and rolled her eyes.

Vanessa was fucked.

…

Kameron placed the last piece of equipment in the truck.

She turned back to the now empty theatre; most of the crew members had turned in for the night after Kameron assured them that she had it handled.

This was Kameron’s favorite part of the job. When the theatre was empty, the adrenaline humm in the air was still present, but less intense. It was like a warm blanket wrapped around shoulders that made her feel like anything was possible.

It was also two thirty in the morning. The added sleep deprivation might have also played a part in the feeling.

She made her way back into the theatre, checking to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything.

She looked out at the now empty audience. The urge she always got when standing on a stage was brought back. It gnawed at her gut like a hunger from which she would never be full.

She sighed in and out and looked left and right, even though she knew no one was around. Fine. Fine, she said to the urge. Just once.

Kameron took center stage, ignored the unrelenting nerves and let herself breathe, finally. She hadn’t danced in almost two years. She didn’t know if she could still do it.

Who was she kidding? Of course she could still do it.

She let herself breathe, filled her lungs with air that felt like long nights and early mornings in a studio she didn’t own.

In and out.

Then, she let go.

She let years of fear and nerves and holding herself back disappear like they never existed.

She let her body find its rhythm. She turned and dipped and moved like she didn’t let two years of fear keep her from doing this thing she loved. Kameron brought her arms up to float beside her. They found their timing. It took a moment, but they found their timing.

She let her head slow down and her body take over. The music that was always playing in her mind came to a crescendo. She let it happen.

And when it was over, she let herself come to a stop. She breathed in and out heavily and tried to keep from smiling like an idiot.

She failed.

A soft clapping from behind her jolted Kameron out of her head. Blair was standing on the side of the stage looking at her like she was a vision. Like she was beautiful. Like she still has it.

Kameron felt so incredibly powerful and scared shitless at the same time.

She blushed but mimed a bow, making Blair giggle.

“You didn’t tell me you were a dancer!”

Kameron walked over to her slowly stumbling over her words and trying to keep from stumbling her feet. “I’m not. Well, not anymore.”

“Coulda fooled me,” Blair teased.

Kameron smiled.

Blair smiled back.

“You’re a little late ya know, you gotta wait for a real audience next time.”

“You are a real audience.” Kameron’s mind spoke before she could stop it.

Blair blushed but hesitated a moment before speaking. “Why don’t you-”

“The limelight isn’t really my thing.”

Blair gave her a knowing smile. “Now you’re the one lyin’ to me.”

Kameron bit her lip at her own words echoed back at her.

She sighed.

“You don’t gotta tell me if ya don’t want to,” Blair quickly reassured. “I just… I think you’re real good. That’s all. Didn’t mean to overstep.”

Kameron tried to placate her, while at the same time not giving too much away.“You didn’t. It’s just… not a pretty story.”

“You think just cause I make pretty things I can’t handle a little ugly?”

“No, I just mean-”

Blair cut her off gently. “I know what you mean, Kameron. It’s okay. You don’t gotta tell me yet.”

Kameron wanted to. God, she really wanted to. She had no idea why, but she trusted Blair implicitly. Maybe it was the young girl’s openness at their first meeting. Or maybe it was how kind her eyes looked. Maybe it was because Kameron was assuredly falling in love with her.

“One day, I will. I promise,” Kameron spoke softly.

“One day,” Blair echoed.

…

Vanessa was pissed.

It had been almost a month since she joined the company and she hadn’t performed once with them.

She had her number all prepared.

Actually, her number was more than prepared. It was technically perfect.

She had been so hell-bent on getting it right that Vanessa recruited Alyssa to work with her after hours. Vanessa had spent hours upon hours perfecting her craft, not including the additional hours when she rehearsed with the other girls.

And still, she wasn’t allowed to perform.

Vanessa was pissed.

Vanessa stormed up to the nearest dancer, all flames and Puerto Rican spitfire. “Where’s the boss?” she demanded.

“She’s somewhere back there.” Violet barely looked up from inspecting her nails and waved her hand dismissively to the backstage of the theatre they were performing at tonight.

Vanessa took off in the vague direction Violet gave. She wandered around for a few moments before spotting the ridiculously tall ballerina in the corner on her phone.

Vanessa set her jaw and stormed up to Brooke.

“What gives?”

Brooke looked up from her phone and gave Vanessa a once over. “What do you want, Mateo?”

“You brought me on, make me work my ass off every day of my life but still won’t let me perform.”

“You aren’t ready,” Brooke answered simply.

“The fuck you mean I’m not ready? I been doin’ the damn work.”

Brooke tucked her phone in her pocket. Vanessa now had her full attention. It was almost too intense to be on the receiving end of the unyielding stare.

Brooke took a few steps forward, crowding into Vanessa’s space.

Vanessa didn’t back down, no matter how much she wanted to cower.

“You. Aren’t. Ready.” Brooke punctuated each word with a step forward.

They were inches apart now, tiptoeing ever closer to the line they had drawn on day one. It was equal parts exhilarating and scary.

“You’re wrong.” Vanessa cursed her voice for breaking.

“I’m never wrong.” Brooke answered cooly, as she took another step impossiblycloser. “But maybe this is a first. Maybe bringing you on was a mistake.” Brooke looked up to the ceiling like she was thinking for a moment, like she was genuinely considering firing Vanessa. The next second, Brooke’s eyes were burning holes into Vanessa’s own. “Was it?”

“No,” Vanessa whispered.

Brooke pressed her luck. “No, what?”

Fuck

“No, mami.”

Brooke gave a huge smirk.

Checkmate.

Brooke tucked a piece of Vanesa’s hair behind her ear. “Next time I see you, your hair better be pulled back.” The gentle gesture was perverted by Brooke’s tone. Commanding and stern, but with an edge of… something else. “I have rules, or did you forget already?”

I have rules.

Brooke said I. Not we. Not the company. Brooke.

Brooke had rules.

Vanessa watched, mouth agape, stomach still somersaulting, as Brooke turned on her heel and left without another word.

…

Trixie didn’t like going out.

So, when Violet and A’keria drag their fellow performers and crew members out to a local bar to ‘let loose’ Trixie planned on calling it an early night and curling up in her hotel room with some Netflix and shitty hotel food.

But it was A’keria’s birthday, and she insisted that everyone adhere to her every whim. She had practically pulled Trixie out of her room and all the way to the Uber.

Trixie resigned herself to the bar for the night and sipped her drink for a while, aimlessly searching the room for anything interesting.

She noticed Nina and Brooke on the dance floor chatting loudly over the music. They were giggling like children and hanging off each other in a way that betrayed their ‘just friends’ label.

Vanessa was standing by the far wall with Kameron, finding any excuse to touch up on her arms.

Monet was sat next to Trixie staring none too subtly at Nina and Brooke.

A’keria and Violet were chatting with their latest conquests. Trixie rolled her eyes at the poor girls who had fallen into their trap.

Trixie got so lost in her own head she hardly noticed the young blonde sliding up next to her.

A thick Russian accent accompanied the woman’s presence. “Friends dragged you out too?”

Trixie turned her head to look at the woman. She was dressed…eccentrically. That was the only word that really encaptured the woman. She had on a t-shirt dress covered in bright red rhinestones with her hair in a style that resembled braided space buns, but if you looked close enough, it just looked to be a tangled mess. Her knee high boots and hand earrings completed the odd look.

“How’d you figure that one?”

“It’s the only reason such a pretty girl would be looking anywhere but at me,” the stranger replied with a wink.

Trixie laughed.

So eccentric and cocky. The stranger was beautiful, Trixie gave her that. She was that kind of weird beauty that took a second to sink it. But it did sink in.

“Gotta lot of confidence for such a plain Jane,” Trixie shot back.

“Oh, baby, there ain’t nothin’ plain about me.” The stranger had suddenly lost her Russian accent, causing Trixie to do a double take.

The stranger just laughed.

Trixie tried to not let it phase her, and kept her tone light and teasing. “You’re telling me. I mean, who wears that to a club?” Trixie nodded in the direction of the stranger’s attire.

The stranger suddenly got very sullen and cast her eyes downwards. “It was my babushka’s.” The stranger spoke softly now. “She passed recently. This was her favorite outfit.”

“Oh, fuck-”

“Katya,” the stranger interrupted, through sniffles.

“Katya, I’m so sorry.”

The stranger - Katya - turned away from Trixie and the young girl could only make out her shoulders shaking in the dim bar light.

Great fucking job, Trixie, you finally get the guts to talk to a girl and she’s now crying.

It took an embarrassingly long time for Trixie to realize that Katya was not actually crying, but laughing.

“I’m messing with you, myshka!” Katya said through giggles as she turned back around in her chair to meet Trixie’s eyes.

The younger girl punched her in the arm, her face tried to conjure up a look of anger, but settled on bemusement. “That’s not funny! You can’t do that to people!”

Trixie should have been mad… or weirded out at the least. She wasn’t. She was…intrigued.

“Well, you aren’t just people, now are you?” The flirty tone and lack of accent were back with full force again.

Trixie felt like she had whiplash.

“What makes you say that?”

“I have a knack for spotting interesting people.”

“Oh really?” Katya nodded. “Anyone else interesting here, besides yours truly of course.”

“Of course,” Katya echoed with a predatory smile. “Well, you see that short one in the corner over there? The one touching up on that absolute beefcake of a woman?”

“Her name is Vanessa.” Trixie interjects.

“Ahhh, Vanessa. Makes sense.”

“Does it?”

“Hmmm, yes, she was a knight in a past life.” At Trixie’s confused laugh, Katya explained, “Did I fail to mention I’m also a psychic?”

“You seem to be failing to mention a lot of things.”

“Ahh, yes, such is the fault of a genius, I’m afraid.” Katya pointed to her own head, and Trixie laughed again.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, Trixie’s mouth spoke before her brain could process. “You are by far the most interesting person I’ve ever met.”

Katya didn’t miss a beat. “Wait till you meet my grandmother!”

Trixie laughed, a full bellied one that left her straining to catch her breath. She didn’t. Or she couldn’t. At least not until later.

She and Katya talked for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes. The banter was easy and fun. Light and sexy at the same time that it was deep and meaningful.

Trixie would have been content to sit at the bar all night and day hearing Katya talk. Her accent harsh, but her words soft as they spoke about the places she’d been or the people she’d loved.

It was the kind of immediate connection you felt with a person. Almost like your whole life had been leading up to this one interaction. Or maybe that was just Trixie’s romanticism getting the best of her.

Because only a few moments later, their little bubble was burst by Dela grabbing Trixie’s arm to pull her attention and whispering that they had to get back to the hotel now. Something about Nina needing to be taken care of.

Trixie looked over to see that yes, Nina did in fact need some assistance. She was practically hanging off Brooke for stability and stumbling around the room, running into people left and right. At one point, she even leant up to kiss Brooke on the forehead. That was the point at which Trixie knew she was needed.

Trixie shot Katya an apologetic look before getting up to help her friend. Katya stopped her with a hand to her wrist.

The enigmatic woman reached over the bar, much to the chagrin of the bartender, to knick a pen. She left her phone number in swooping numbers and a little heart with an arrow through it on Trixie’s wrist.

The younger girl tried to not swoon at the sight.

She left Katya with a wink and a promise to text her before being dragged out of the bar to the cool night air.

As soon as she got the chance, Trixie saved the contact in her phone with an emoji of a heart with an arrow through it.

[justkending]

Used to Be Overlooked. Chapter 5.

Summary: Steve Rogers was walking down the streets of Brooklyn after finishing a mission. The goal was just to take some time to clear his mind along the city streets, but when he runs into a gorgeous young lady that looks extremely familiar… How can he go about moving on? Who is she? What does he know her from? Was that memory even from this decade?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Rosalyn Ember/ Y/N ?)

Word Count: 1900+

Warning: SLOW BURN. Soooo slow, but sooooo worth it…

A/N: Short chapter, but worth it. We are going to get a little more clues to Miss. Rosalyn Ember... Also, I finished my last final last night, so my writing schedule will be more open!!! Yay! Also, please send feedback! I want to know what you guys thing:)))

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Chapter 5:

As soon as you hung up the phone with Bruce, you let out a long and shaky breath. Maybe he still doesn’t know you are. Maybe they didn’t show any pictures. Maybe… 

Oh, who were you kidding? The chances of him not connecting the dots were at 5% or lower. It’s fine. It’s fine. You can avoid them. You are a busy woman. There was always going to be something to do that you could use as an excuse to not have dinner with them… But how long could you keep that up?

You placed your phone on the kitchen counter looking down at it. You had just walked through the door when your phone rang and the whole conversation started. Rolling your eyes at the turn of events you decided you would worry about it after you got out of your work clothes and made dinner.

You ran upstairs in your quaint little house that was vintage, something you always looked for in a house, but modern enough for comfort.

You put on a pair of grey joggers, a cropped tank top, and a simple sweater over it that always fell off your shoulder due to the size. You walked over to your vanity, and saw all your curls from today had been tousled due to you running your hands through them. A stressful habit you picked up. You quickly threw it up in a high ponytail and pulled a few strands out to loosen it a little.

Coming back down the stairs, you glanced at your phone again as you walked by it thinking if you should just pick it up and give into the invitation. Maybe it was time to face your fears after all these years...

No. Now was not the time.

You went to the fridge and started pulling out things to make a small meal. Homemade mac and cheese it was. You got the ingredients out and started boiling the pasta while the cheese and milk mixed.

Again, you looked over at your phone where it hadn’t moved from you coming in. You played with the threads of your sweater biting your lip really thinking about it.

“NO! No. You aren’t going to do it. Not worth it. You’ll be moving on in another 2 years. Not. Worth. It.” You silently cursed yourself.

The food was done, so you made yourself a bowl before grabbing your laptop and heading for the dining room table to eat and continue to work. Like you had said, there was always something to be doing. __

It had been 2 days since they called you and no one really brought it up since then. There were a few teasing remarks here or there directed at Steve, but nothing that was looked too much into.

Steve was in the kitchen with Sam reviewing their last mission when Tony came in.

“Hey Cap, mind if I talk to you for a minute?” he asked smiling at the two at the table.

“Sure, what’s up?” Steve said. Sam nodded and grabbed his protein shake before leaving just the two of them alone.

“So, I’ve noticed something that keeps coming up on the most recent search history on the house computers,” Tony said taking a seat across from Steve, and interlacing his fingers giving him a look.

Steve just went blank faced knowing what he was talking about, but didn’t want to exploit himself.

“What kinda thing?” Steve said fidgeting with some papers.

“I think you know,” Tony retorted with an eyebrow quirking up. “Something having to do with a women and quite possible love interest?”

“Tony, I-”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Tony said putting up a hand. “I just wanted to see what the fascination was about. It looks like you’ve done quite a bit of research on her.”

“Yeah… I’ve been meaning to talk to Nat or you about that actually,” Steve mumbled.

“What about? How to ask her on a date? Cause you’re not going to find any good ways via internet,” Tony chuckled.

“No, I uh- I actually ran into her the other day before Banner’s meeting with her. She seemed like she knew me, but I didn’t really recognize her,” he let out a sigh. “Tony, she knew my name. She was walking off and called me Steven. I never said who I was.”

“Hmmm... Interesting,” Tony paused processing it. “Maybe she’s a fan. I mean a lot of the world does know who you are.”

“She didn’t seem like the fan girl type. Plus, they know Captain America. Not many care to know Steve Rogers.”

“Yeah, I can see where you’re coming from… Is that why you’ve been researching her? Trying to figure out where you know her from?”

“Yeah.”

“Any luck? I’m assuming not since your research hasn’t seemed to show anything no one already knows,” Tony laughed leaning back in his seat.

“You can see what I looked up?”

“Uh, duh. I created the computers and this smart house. Not that hard to see what you guys use it for,” he winked.

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Since you already know everything now. Think you can help me dig a little more?”

“Sure! I’m kinda curious myself now. I’ll get right on it. I should have a whole file for you tomorrow some time,” He said getting up and heading for the exit.

“Stark!” Steve shouted making him turn back around. “Can you keep this between us? I don’t want everyone teasing me on it. It’s already a lot with Bucky.”

“I’ll do my best. But you know how my mouth works,” he winked shooting a finger gun before leaving.

Steve let out a sigh knowing there was definitely a chance of Tony making a scene out of all this. But then he heard Stark yell from the hallway.

“Don’t worry kid! I’ll keep my mouth shut!”

Steve laughed under his breath and went back to reviewing the papers. Now maybe he could get some work done knowing that the issue with figuring out who you were was being looked into.

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The next morning, Cap was in the gym working out earlier than usual. He couldn’t get much sleep since he was anxious to see what Tony would find on you.

He had just ran 10 miles beating a new record time wise, and had done over an hour of different strength training when Tony made his way in dramatic as always.

“You owe me SO much for all the time and effort I put into this research. All 2 hours worth.” he said waving an manila folder toward the soldier.

Steve released the leg press he was doing, and grabbed a towel laying on the back of the chair.

“Two hours?” he said wiping the little bit of sweat that accumulated as he stood.

“Yeah, I started shortly after our little talk, and after QUITE a bit of information thrown at me, I made myself a nice bath and glass of scotch, and went to bed. Figured you would want it as soon as possible,” he said waving the folder at Steve who took it with a small smile.

“As soon as possible is 10 hours later?”

“You got it didn’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah. So, what did you find?” Steve said opening it and looking in it.

“Actually-” Tony closed the folder in Steve’s hand making him look him in the eyes confused. “I think we should grab Bucky, and sit down and go over what’s in there. It’s a little more, hmmm… What’s the word? Shocking, than I thought it would be…” Tony said crossing his arms and pursing his lips with a tilt of his head.

“Good or bad shocking?” Steve said worried.

“I’ll let you be the judge of that,” he said walking out. Steve close behind. “Where would Bucky be at this time of day?” he said turning the corner on the way to scout out the rest of the building.

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“Ok, so you finally told Tony what’s going on?” Bucky said as they sat in Stark’s office gathered around the desk.

“More like he found out. He was checking the browsing history on computers and came across my search of Rosalyn,” Steve said leaning back in his chair.

“Wait, you go through the browsing history on the computers?” Bucky said all of a sudden nervous.

“Yes, and don’t worry Buck. I won’t tell anyone what I’ve found on your stuff,” Tony winked getting a glare from Bucky.

“Stark,” he gritted.

“What am I missing here?” Steve said perking up interested at his friends secret.

“Nothing. It’s not as weird as he’s making it out to be. Let’s just get back to the problem at hand. Steve. What did you find?” Bucky said avoiding the question and pushing on.

“It’s what I found, and I think you guys will be quite interested,” Tony said sliding a second file onto the desk toward Bucky so they each had one.

They opened and started flipping through the papers. After a few minutes, Bucky spoke up.

“I don’t get it. Why am I looking at multiple peoples information? I thought we were just talking about Rosalyn.”

Steve and Tony shared a solemn look before turning to Bucky who was looking between them.

“That’s the thing,” Tony said coming around the table and leaning against the front. “Like Cap said, nothing goes back further than 5 years for her. But… There are some people who look just like her that show up every once in a while. We have Emmeline Francis. Violet Transton. Amelia Manners. Ruby Grant. Renee Foster. Margaret Masters. Those were just a few that I found. I’m sure if I dug some more, than the list goes on. She has a thing for the more old fashioned names.”

“And the dates…” Steve said.

“Yeah, that’s another thing. The dates,” Tony said sighing. “They are 5-6 years apart. But somehow, she never ages. This supposed Rosalyn Ember, is either changing her identity ever 5-6 years, or her family has really strong genes and all the cousins look the same,” Steve and them sat for a second processing. “Of course, that’s not possible because each alias has no record of family. Either says she’s from foster care, dead parents, or nothing at all.”

“So, in conclusion…” Bucky breathed out picking up on what was happening.

“In conclusion, this Rosalyn Ember is looking like a lot of other people, and somehow knows who I am. Could she be, I don’t know, gifted or something? Because according to the time stamps and all the aliases, that makes her..” Steve started doing the math and shot his head up when he had the answer. “Almost as old as Bucky and I.” There was a pause. “Given that there are more names and identities she has, she could be in her 80’s or close to her hundreds.” he turned to Buck who was blank faced with his mouth open.

“Holy shit,” Buck muttered.

“I thought the same thing. And that, is why I needed a hot bath after all this.” Tony said putting his hands up and going back around the desk. “You know what we have to do now.”

“What?” Steve and Bucky said together.

“We have to investigate ourselves. Not just online, but in person.”

Steve and Tony made eye contact knowing exactly what needed to be done. The only way to get to the bottom of this wasn’t like this, but Steve talking to her himself.

Chapter 6

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Female! arachnid lover

A new story about another OC I made in art class. I loved how she turned out in my story, and I hope you do as well!

Warning: Cussing, sexual content

Female reader X Female Monster

It’s a late night for me, since I usually get home around 5:00 not 10:00 pm when everything's pitch black. I tried to explain to my boss that I was running late this morning because our bus got a flat tire. He of course, thought I was lying and told me I was to stay longer at the restaurant to make up time. Asshole. It's cold since its September in New York city, and I wait patiently for my bus to arrive. I stand their for about a half an hour before I realized my bus should've shown up 20 minutes ago. I sigh, knowing this is going to be a long night for me. I walk to my home while the wind is blowing harshly against my skin, turning it red. I go through a shortcut in an alleyway to get out of the aggressive winds and let out a long breath. 

“Jesus, i'm going to freeze out here...” I say quietly to myself, and before I can keep walking I hear a loud thunk. Turning my head to the noise, I see a trash can lying on the ground. At least it's not someone with a knife, but since it did kinda freak me out I  keep moving. 

For the rest of the way I look behind me repeatedly, making sure no one is following. As I see my small house on the corner of the next street, a half bitten apple rolls out in front of me. Startled and confused I look down to where it came from, and I freeze. There in the middle of a dark street I see a strange figured person. The upper part looks normal enough, but below the waist I see six legs. Not just any legs though, spider legs. I see all of them move her upper torso to the next trash can on her right, and with her two arms she digs through it. I want to run away so badly, but my legs feel frozen. I try to think of something fast before she sees me, so I crouch and waddle to the nearest bush. I almost regain some of my nerves before my jacket pocket starts to vibrate. Ring, ring; and I know that my phone making the noise. Shit, I curse internally and stumble to get my phone to shut up. When I finally do, I feel my flight response kick in and get up to run away to my home. I turn around, and I see the strange figured person right in front of me. I shriek and fall to the ground, making as much distance between me and this weird thing. It walks toward me though and grabs my arm, and I feel for certain I must be dead already. I get ready to be killed by this monster until it makes a hearty laugh. “Damn, I must of freaked you out!” it chuckles continuously, then lets go of my arm. I stare at it wide eyed, shaking like a leaf from its four red eyes looking at me. I feel my blood rise to my head, and I start to get faint. “Guhhh..” I groan, and before I can fall again flat on my back, the weird creature wraps its arms around my waist. “Whoa! easy it's alright, I won't hurt you.” While looking more closely at its face, I see Its indeed a woman, and with her two hands she lays me down on the edge of the sidewalk and crouches down next to me. “What, what, are you!?” I scream, she backs away but stands her ground. She seems stressed out and rubs her hand on her neck, but sighs while looking at the ground. “I'm...not from this dimension. I didn't mean to freak you out, so just pretend you didn't see me alright?” she starts to walk, well, crawl away from me but I stand up to block her. “Just tell me, are you real?” I inch a little closer, and muster up enough strength to touch her light bluish skin. It feels cold to the touch, but its solid meaning i'm not losing my shit. She backs away, making me recoil my hand at the same time. “Yes lady i'm real! Jeez, calm down a little?” she brushes off her arms and continues to walk away. When she is about to disappear in the darkness I yell out to her one last time. What's your name, if you have one?” the spider lady turns and smiles a grin full of sharp teeth at me, but I hold onto her gaze. She shrugs, turns away while saying, “People call me Vile.” That's the last thing she says to me while clearing out of my sights once and for all.

For the next few days I am still shaken by her appearance. Vile, she calls herself, said that she was from a different dimension? I continue to think of her at home, and while at my job wondering if I will ever see her again. After about several days after seeing her, I start to think maybe I was just really, really stressed out and made up an illusion in my head to cope. I decided the best course of action should to rest for the weekend by watching Netflix and eating food. After my shift on Friday, I head straight to my house to get ready to relax. As I enter my home and shut the door behind me, I hear my refrigerator open. Startled I race to my kitchen and see the lady. she drinks my entire milk container and when she's done with the whole thing, she turns to look at me. “Yo, took you long enough, was wondering when you come back.” Slamming the refrigerator, she moves her half spider body to my table, looking at me patiently to sit. I put my bag down slowly, and get in my chair across from her. I gulp down my anxiety while keeping my eyes cast down to the table. I'm not sure what to say, so I just sit there silently, hoping she won't eat me up. “Hey, come on I thought we were past this lady, you don't need to be so scared.” I look up to her face, seeing her four red eyes and black hair. I study her for a moment, realizing that even though she is really different from an average human, she looks pretty much human if you count out her four eyes, light blue skin and her lower half body being a spider. I clear my throat so I can speak to her properly. “I’m sorry, I’m just not used to seeing a woman look like...you I guess.” I tap my foot on the ground, realizing that sounded pretty rude to say. On the other hand though, Vile just shrugs and smirks at me. “It's alright, I get that humans from this dimension don't usually see arachnid people here.” I look up while trying to piece this all together. “Dimension? Your saying those are real!? You also said Arachnid people, what are those?” she looks exhausted but straightens up her back and put her arms behind her head. She goes on explaining to me that yes, dimensions are real, and that arachnid people are a humanoid race of spider and scorpion people. She lives in a world were creatures that we humans thought was myths and legend, are actually quite real. I am speechless the entire time and can’t believe that creatures like her really do exist in a different universe. After awhile though, she gets fed up with my questions and start to ask me some instead. “Aren't you wondering why i'm here lady? you haven't even asked me yet.”

 I realized that she’s right, I was too caught up in the moment I didn't ask why the hell she is here even! I feel so dumb but speak up now. “ Yeah, w-well, why are you in my house?” Vile lets out a small laugh and rolls her eyes. “Well, since you asked me now, i’m here to live with you! I feel like she threw a rock at me. I get up and try to think if she really just said that. “Your joking right? You are literally a Giant blue spider woman! Vile goes on to explaining that it won't be forever, just until her friends send out a rescue portal to get her home. I kept feeling hesitant and kept telling her this was the wrong place to stay at, but she tells me that she has no where else to go. I finally decided since it was just the two of us, it could work. I put down some rules of course, telling her what she could, and could not do. We finished our arrangement that night, and weirdly enough this is how my day off ended.

Waking up the next morning I thought everything was just a dream still, but seeing Vile at my table made me realize this is still reality. I walk toward her and see she is looking at a photo of me and my mother, before she passed away. “You and your mom huh?” she says casually, and I nod while taking a seat right next to her. Oddly enough, I don't feel too afraid of her anymore since she made it clear she would not hurt me. I speak back to her curiously, “What about you Vile, do you have a mom?” she looks at me and back at my photo. “Yeah I did, before I ate her.” “WHAT?!” I scream backing away, but Vile just burst out laughing. “I’m kidding!” she gets up and puts her arm around me, bringing me close to her face. I can hear my heartbeat pound in my chest as I look into her eyes. She smirks and puts her cheek to my cheek and starts to rub them together. “W-what are you doing..?” I say while trying to keep my composure. “I'm trying to calm you down, love.” she says quietly back, and I hear her make a low purr noise while guiding her hands to my waist. Even though she is a big spider lady, I do find her kinda cute and even attractive. She has sharp features and beautiful eyes. Trying though to stop myself from becoming embarrassed I distract myself. “Well umm, is your name really Vile? That seems like a harsh name.” I blabber out, and she stops purring and pulls away a little to look at me. “Well, people  I see on a daily basis call me Vile, but my birth name is actually Violet.” I look down and bring my hand to my chest. “Violet..” I mummer and I nod my head. That sounds like a nicer name then vile I think to myself, and I bring my other hand up to rest it on her cheek. Startled she looks at me wide eyed, but I smile to reassure her. “Did you have a hard childhood Violet?” she looks at me dumbstruck at my sudden question, but sighs and looks away. “I mean, being a giant spider lady and all, you could say people thought I was more dangerous than friendly.” she laughs halfheartedly and looks at me again. “To be honest with you, I felt really bad for scaring people. After awhile though you start to believe them when they say you're just a vile creature.” Her face looks very distant from me, but I understand what she means. Even though you might not be a monster, you will be called one if you intimidate others. Feeling very sorry for Violet, I bring her close to me and embrace her. She doesn't refuse and puts her arms around me as well. “Sorry to make this a sad moment for us.” she says bitterly but I shake my head. “I wanted to know more about you Violet, and even if you are from a different dimensions, I don’t want to feel like a complete stranger with you.” I feel her tighten her grip on me and start to purr again. Just from her reaction, I can tell she hasn’t touch another living soul for a long time now.

After a couple of more days of getting to know each other, we realize we have some common interest in certain things. She likes to read books as do I, go on camping trips, and have more alone time then being around other people. As we become more close with one another, she start to touch me more and even cuddle next to me on the couch. At first, I was a little startled by her neediness for physical affection, but soon started to enjoy it as much as she did. Her type of race properly likes to touch each other a lot I think, so I didn’t ever turn her down when we held one another. One night in particular, I was sitting at my desk reading a book while she came up behind me and wrap her arms around me. “Are you enjoying the book?” she whispers into my ear, and I feel myself shutter from the closeness of her. “Ah, yes I am.” I manage to mummer back, and before I could ask her if she needed anything I feel something wet go down my neck. I get up suddenly from the sensation and turn to face violet. She comes up to me and licks my cheek and neck again. “Hey, what are you doing?!” I stammer, and before I could react any further she has me pinned to the wall. She looks at me heatedly, and begins to run her hands down my chest and stomach. I let out a small grunt as i feel her hands slip down my pants. I look at her flabbergasted and worried by her sudden change in behavior, and before she could keep continuing she stops suddenly. She blinks her eyes a couple of times, and looks at me. Suddenly shocked, she pulls her hand out of my pants and backs away to the corner of my room. She is panting and looking scared as her hands shake uncontrollably. Concerned I start to walk toward her but she shouts. “Stay put! Please..” I stop dead in my tracks as she bolts out of the room. That night I find her on my rooftop looking at the stars. I saw her head outside earlier and was worried, but she didn't go far thankfully. I climbed up and stared at her for awhile, wondering what i should say or do. “I can smell you.” I hear her say, and before I could speak back she stands up and crawls toward me. “Here.” she offers me her hand, and I take it as she brings me up close. We walk to the middle of my roof in silents, and sit down looking up at the stars. After a minute or two, I manage to muster up enough courage to speak. “Violet, are you alright..what happened?” she doesn't look at me, but takes a deep sigh while still looking at the stars. I scoot next to her more closely, until i'm an arm length away. She finally looks at me. “I..feel attracted to you is all, and it's hard for me…” she trails off looking at her hands and making a fist with them. I put my hand on her shoulder, she stiffens but does not reject me. “What is it violet? Tell me.” she bites her bottom lip and turns to face me once again. I feel her hands creep up to my face, and she brings me closer to her. I don't protest and lean into her hands as she brings me closer up to her face. There she finally moves her lips to my ear and whispers. “I can’t control myself when i'm around you, I-I want you now.” she then pulls away from me and turn her head to the side. I sit their on my knees for a moment, realizing she just confessed she wants me to be hers. Feeling my head go fuzzy, I shake it off and put my hands on her face this time. I don't let her pull away or speak, as I cut the distance between us with a kiss. I can feel her sharp teeth on my lips, but I can tell violet is being gentle to not bite me. As our kiss deepens I feel her hands go up my shirt, feeling my soft skin to my bra. I moan a little as she moves over me and put her other hand down my pants, rubbing my sensitive spots already. She runs both her hands all over me, until finally she removes my bra and panties off my body. I feel her sharp fingers go between my folds slowly, and her other fingers grabbing my breast. I am beyond sensitive now when she removes her tongue from my mouth and trails it down to my thighs. I gasp and shudder as she slowly moves her lips meet to my heated core, and emerge her tongue into me. We make love on the roof that night very heatedly for the next couple of hours. When we finally finished, she carries me down in bed and lays right next to me. I drift off to sleep, not before hearing her murmur, “sweet dreams, love.” The next morning I wake up to feel her body next to mine and sigh. “Good morning my sweet.” She whispers into my ear, and I turn around to kiss her. We stay in bed making love once again and when we’re both exhausted for the second time we head over to the kitchen. Their, I make us breakfast and we talk about what will happen when her portal arrives to take her home. “I won't leave you, my love.” she says warmly and kisses my fingers, but I know that's not a good idea. “Violet, you can't stay here in my dimension. You know this.” We sit for a moment in silents until I come up with an idea. I don't know if it will work, but I should at least ask. “Violet.” I mummer and she looks at me sadly. I grab her hands while I speak. “Take me to your world with you.” I close my eyes, waiting to hear the answer to my request. I hear her sniff and sob a little before she speaks. “Are you sure you want that? You would come with me?” Violet through her tearful eyes, look at me astonished. I nod and I keep her hands in mine, knowing I would never let her feel alone again.

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Character Bios/Headcanons for Cursed Kingdom AU

So, I promised his on Friday,,, but then got really busy at my conference and I’m currently broken out in hives because FUCK MAKEUP WIPES AND MY SENSETIVE SKIN SKSNSKS

Anyway, there is some info on the four main boys in the AU! Each of their last names mean something, too! After this, I’m planning on making a map of the countries where this AU takes place, and I really want to write out Virgil’s mom’s story,,, because I love her so much ahhh

Anyways, here we go!

Virgil Serein

* Eighteen

* A warlock with great power

* But is afraid of hurting people so usually doesn’t use his abilities

* His magic is a bright violet color

* His eyes are the same color, and they glow when he uses magic

* He keeps his eyes hidden with a simple glamour spell; it makes his eyes look dark brown.

* His hair is raven black, and usually a wind blown mess

* He’s an average height, a little on the taller side

* Pretty skinny, kinda just forgets to eat until one of his mothers yells at him

* To annoy his mom one day, he rubbed coal under his eyes. He ended up liking it and continues to rub the coal under his eyes.

* Wears one of his mothers earrings in his left ear, she broke the right one so she gave him the second one. It’s a four pointed star on a small chain so it’s a danglingy earring

* His average outfit is a black button down shirt, black riding pants, calf high boots, and a cloak

* The cloak belonged to someone his mother cared for. It’s really old, so it needed to be patched. His mother patched it with violet cloth she has left over from a dress she made. She did it to add a bit of color to V’s wardrobe. Virgil liked it, so he continued to patch it up with the purple.

* There’s a crossed lightning bolt design that ends up being over his heart. He doesn’t know what the design means...?

* Virgil doesn’t like being with people for too long. He gets ansty when he has to be social for so long. He prefers kids and animals over people his age.

* He’s good at sewing. His mother taught him after he ripped his cloak for the fifth time.

* He hates physical fighting, and prefers to kept his battles verbal. When he fights, he usually uses a small dagger, but will resort to magic if he has too

* Sarcastic humor. When he’s nervous, he resorts to sarcasm.

* Really just an anxious magical boy. Love him, support him.

Patton Ludic

* Twenty-One

* The son of a lord

* He wanted to help people from a young age, trained to be a medic under the castle’s head medic

* Really big eyes, they’re a bright sky blue color

* His hairs a dirty blonde, soft curls frame his face

* Average height, on the shorter side

* A bit chubby, we Stan a man who eats, catch me glaring at virge

* Average outfit is a white lace up top, gray trousers, and short boots.

* He wears a gray overcoat tied around his shoulders, much to Logan’s dismay, they two banter about the overcoat at least once a week.

* He wears a light blue crystal on a chain around his neck. The crystal supposedly can calm people. Can it really? Who knows!

* His glasses are thin wired with circular lens, they make his eyes seem bigger

* Knows everything about everyone, would be the best person to get gossip from if he wasn’t too nice to tell secrets

* Somehow can see the best in everyone

* There’s not a single person that hates him I’ll bet you a pack of skittles

* Instincts are amazing, can always tell if someone’s getting into a bad situation

* Currently trapped in the form of a calico cat

* I know Male calico cats are rare but my excuse? MAGIC

* His eyes remain the same shade of blue as there were when he was human form

* In cat form, he likes to curl up in Virgil’s lap to take naps

Logan Cosmos

* Twenty Three

* Born into a large, middle class family

* Impressed the castle’s head scholar when he was ten, worked as the scholars apprentice for five years, then became an official scholar of the royal family

* Eyes are a sharp, pale gray. Eyes are narrow, always looks like he’s in deep thought

* His hair is a deep dark brown color, almost black. He keeps it slicked off his face with an means possible

* The tallest of the four, one of the tallest people in the castle

* A s t i c k. Gets caught up his studies and forgets to eat until Patton slams down a plate in front of Logan. He and Virgil bond over their horrible eating habits

* An average outfit for Logan is a white button down top, all the buttons up, black trousers, nice shoes, and a long (reaches to his mid thigh) navy blue overcoat with sliver buttons

* The overcoat has multiple pockets, the pockets have books, and journals and ink and pens in them.

* Wears a simple sliver ring on his left middle finger; it was his fathers

* His glasses are square and have smaller lens, Logan adjusts them constantly

* A big smart ass. Will correct you if you’re wrong, and will fight the person until they understand they are wrong

* Enjoys teaching things to others, goes out the village sometimes and teaches the village children on various topics

* Bottles up his feelings like a pro, like could get an award for how good he is at that

* Currently trapped in the form of a peregrine falcon

* I’m still not sure why, I just thought it would suit Logan instead of the obvious choice of him being an owl

* Eyes are still the same gray

* Even though it annoys him, being trapped in a bird form, he really enjoys flying.

* Perches on Virgil’s shoulder, or if V pisses him off, he’ll perch in his hair

Roman Aureate

* Nineteen, Almost twenty

* The crown prince of a large kingdom

* Will become king when he becomes twenty

* Bright green eyes, with a few hazel flecks around his irises

* Chestnut brown hair, if you squint you can see a little red in the mix, puts a lot of effort into keeping his hair nice

* A bit on the taller end of the spectrum, still shorter than Lo

* Spars when he’s stressed, and gets stressed a lot so ended up as a bit of a buff boi

* Has a scar across his chest from a early sword-play accident

* When he’s not an official royal events, he wears a white button down with the first few button undone, brown riding pants, knee high boots, and a red cloak

* At official royal events, he wears a uniform much like his in the series

* At events he also were a simple gold crown with a small ruby inlaid in the gold

* Really is afraid of letting people down, acts really tough and confident but second guesses everything, what a mood

* A hopeless romantic, dreams of sweeping a mysterious stranger off his feet (it didn’t really work out the first time as his kingdom is kinda cursed but he’s still hoping)

* Stubborn lil shit, will fight to the death for anyone close to his heart

* Currently cursed into a enchanted sleep like the rest of his kingdom

* Every night, the sorcerer enters his dreams to ask for Romans hand in marriage, the prince refuses in various sarcastic ways every night

* Keeps track of how long he’s been trapped asleep by carving a line into the wall of his dreamscape

* Desperately looking for a way to save himself and his kingdom without giving in

* He knows giving in will doom his kingdom just as much as sleeping forever will

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The Dealer~chapter23~Calum Hood

THE DEALER

CHAPTER 23

JAYDE P.O.V

I was finally back to work and as much as I was going to miss being home with Violet and Calum all day, I was glad to be back. Calum kept his promise and sent me updates throughout the day. By the time lunch came around, I was already exhausted. My job mainly consisted of just checking stats and making sure that they stayed correct throughout the day.

Everyone had been amazing throughout the whole day. Everyone questioned how Violet was doing and the people who were closer with me asked about Calum. I wasn't sure if they knew about Calum's past but it was still nice of them to ask.

When I got home, Calum was finishing dinner and Violet nearly rolled herself out of her seat when she saw me come through the door.

"Hi, my lovebug!" I smiled picking her up and kissing her all over. I walked into the kitchen to greet Calum with a kiss as I sat down at the table to watch him finish cooking.

"How was your first day back?"

"A lot easier than I was expecting it to go."  I commented. "Thanks for the picture updates. It really helped."

"I was afraid you would chop my balls off when you got home." I laughed a little.

"Nah. Need those for our future kids." I saw him go stiff and regretted saying it. I cursed to myself as he turned and looked at me.

"What?"

"Nothing. Forget I said that."

"You want more kids?"

"Well yeah." I shrugged. I wanted at least one more. I didn't think it was going to be that big of a deal. Of course I didn't want another one until Violet was at least four and we were living in a house that could fit all of us. "Do you not want more kids?"

"I don't know." He looked worried. "I mean, you don't want anymore anytime soon right?"

"No." I looked at him. "But I know I want all of my kids to have the same father. If you don't wanna have more some day we won't." I was in this for the long run with Calum or at least for as long as he wanted me. Of course if we broke up and I married someone else, I would have kids with them. But in five years if we aren't married, I would like to have another child. Marriage wasn't a big thing for either me or Calum and I wasn't expecting a ring from him just because we had a child together.

"I'm stressed."

"Don't be. Don't stress out about it. I shouldn't have said anything." I had no clue what to say to him. I knew that another kid would not do us any good right now. Our lives were stressful enough and we couldn't afford to have another child.

We ate dinner in silence besides Violet making noises and I felt like I wanted to cry. I never wanted Calum to feel pressured into being in a relationship with him. I wasn't going to pressure him to have another kid in the future if he didn't want to.

"I just think you're doing do great with Violet that you would love to have a little boy."

"I don't know. I think I'm meant to be a girl dad." I smiled a little at words knowing that maybe someday we can have more. "What do you expect from me? Do you expect to get married? A ring?"

"No. Of course not. I don't really care about marriage. I just wanna be with you. Whether that's a marriage or if it's just a family. I will grow old with you if that's where we end up but I don't need a wedding and a ring. I need you." He nodded as he ate. "As long as you want me, I want you."

"I want you forever. But I can't afford a ring."

"I know. I don't want one." I stood up to load the dishwasher. "I want a life with you Calum." He wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his hands on my squishy stomach.

"I love you."

"I love you." I turned around in his arms and wrapped mine around him. I held his head to me as we kissed. He loved to tease me as he rested his hand just below my boob under my shirt. I giggled as he pulled my shirt up. I looked around him at Violet who was wide awake and looking at us. "We can't until she goes to bed for the night."

"Promise?" He held out his pinky. We have had sex since I gave birth but it was still pretty painful and we didn't do it as much as either one of us would like. By the time she was asleep and in her own bed, we were tired and didn't have the energy.

"I promise. I've been feeling really good lately." After giving birth I felt weird. It felt almost like I was having an out of body experience. I couldn't describe it, it was weird. I finished cleaning up the kitchen while Calum started Let's bath. I joined in once the kitchen was clean and the leftovers were put away.

I sat on the toilet watching him as she grabbed the water. She used to freak out when we gave her a bath and now she loves them. Usually after her bath he rocks her to sleep and lays her in her crib. She has been sleeping through the night a few days a week now. I wasn't sure if she was going to hit a growth spurt or something soon. Sometimes she woke up multiple times a night and other times she only wakes up once looking for a bottle then goes right back to sleep.

I showered while he got her to sleep. I dried myself completely before laying on the bed naked. I made sure that we had lube because recently no matter what he did, I couldn't get slick enough to where it wouldn't hurt.

About 20 minutes later he came into the room and I was laying on my back waiting for him. He closed the door and came over to the bed to hover over me and kiss me.

"Get naked." I giggled as he kissed my neck and I tried to get his shirt over his head. I had been back on my birth control once my doctor cleared it. I had decided to get the one that goes in your arm. We didn't really need to use condoms but I still made him.

He got off the bed to strip and I sat up to watch. He came back over to me and kissed me while I grabbed his shaft and tried to make him hard.

"Babe." He moaned as I shoved him on the bed and got between his legs. I sucked him off just enough to tease him and get him hard before pulling back and giggling. "Not nice." He commented before I grabbed a condom and rolled it onto him. I grabbed the lube and put it on him before putting it on me and getting on top of him. He guided himself into me making me moan.

I bounced on him and held my boobs. He grabbed at every part of me that he could. I had missed being intimate with him. Since we were 16 we've been having sex. I had had sex with other people but it was always Calum. I knew it would be.

"Please." I moaned. He flipped us over and held my legs back to thrust into me. He nearly slammed my head into the wall making me moan then giggled. "Careful." He slowed his movements and let go of one of my legs to rub my clit. It drove me wild when he slowly circles his thumb over it. "I'm gonna cum." I gasped as he sped up his thumb. I moaned grabbing his arm as I orgasmed.

He grunted and his thrusts got sloppy as he orgasmed. His thrusts slowed to a stop before he pulled out and laid next to me breathing. I giggled as I brought the covers up to cover us and cuddled into him.

"One night can someone take the baby for the night so we can screw our brains out?" I knew that he was in need of a night like that but I wasn't sure if I was comfortable having someone watch her all night. It was hard enough for to leave her for one work day. I knew that his parents, my parents, his sister and mine would have no problem taking her for a night, hell they've already asked to take her for a night but I was worried. "At least think about it."

"I will." I smiled. It wouldn't kill me to be away from her for one night. "How about once she proves that she can sleep through the night?" I asked. I knew that he was then going to try and make sure that she slept through the night so that he could have time with just me. "I'll ask my sister if she can watch her next weekend." I smiled.

"Thank you." He smiled. It would be nice to have time just us.

"Maybe we'll go to a hotel and she and Luke can come here." I commented.

"That would be nice." He rubbed my back before turning off the lamp. "I know that Ashton has been begging to see her too so maybe sometime this week he can come over to see her."

"Sure. Invite his girlfriend too." I was glad that the conversation from dinner wasn't brought up. I wanted Calum to be happy and if that was me then cool. If not being with me also made him happy, I could handle it. I knew that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon but the future can change and I was terrified of it.

[tendernessfic]

Thirty-Five

“Oh my God, I want this thing out of me already!” I scream as loud as I can, hoping that a miracle would happen and suddenly the baby just slides out of me.

Jamie winces at how tightly I was squeezing his hand, another contraction rolling down my body. Pain, absolute pain. That was the only thing that could describe what I felt at the moment. I had gone into labour exactly five hours ago, immediately after coming home from an audition. Apparently, I got too excited at getting the part that my water broke. You’d think that after two kids, Jamie would be able to get through this calmly. The idiot panicked as much as I did, running around the house like a lunatic, trying to get all my stuff into my duffle bag.

“Breathe, baby just-”

“I swear to all that’s holy James Peter Maxwell Dornan if you tell me to breathe one more time I will make you regret it.”

He shuts up immediately, waiting for my contraction to finish. After it does, I calm down slightly and lay my head back down on the pillow, my hold on his hand relaxing. I close my eyes for a while in an attempt to calm my breathing.

“You’re mean when you’re in labour.”

My eyes snap open, “Need I remind you it was you who got me pregnant.”

“Yeah, well maybe someone should’ve remembered her shot.”

I glare at him, “Don’t test me.”

His gaze softens and he stands up to place a kiss on my forehead, “I’m sorry baby, I know you’re in pain.”

“Make it stop Jamie,” I plead, “please, I’ll do anything.”

His expression told me that he wished he was able to take the pain from me and that he so desperately wished that I didn’t have to go through this, “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” I nod as he runs a hand through my hair, “just distract me please until I have to push.”

“How about we go through names again?”

I agree with him and skim through the list I have now memorised in my mind, “So other than our top two, do you still want Hadie as a possible name?”

He shrugs, “I honestly don’t know how I feel about it now. I kinda like Violet more.”

“But I thought you said Violet seemed too old-school?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, “but that’s what I like about it.”

All of a sudden, I feel the familiar pressure building up again and Jamie instinctively places his hand back in mine, “Here comes another one.”

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I curse as pain overtakes my entire being.

Jamie’s eyes flip up and I can tell he was uttering a silent prayer to God to just speed up my delivery process. The doctor was due back any minute now and we were both keeping our fingers crossed that I get to push soon.

“What about Oliver?” I mutter through gritted teeth.

“That’s out.”

I hiss, “Noah?”

“Nah,” he shakes his head, “I still like Callum better.”

The pain resides slightly and I moan, “Has my mom landed yet?”

He quickly pops his phone out of his pocket and glances at it, “She just texted me saying that she’s stuck in baggage claim and it’s killing her not to be here.”

“It’s killing her?” I yell, “Tell her to get on a helicopter here straight away I need her!”

“Thank God Dulcie and Elva aren’t here; they’d be dying out of stress.” He rolls his eyes.

Tears stream out of my eyes, eliciting fear in his as he immediately cradles me in his arms, “I’m so sorry, Dakota. Oh God baby, I’m so, so sorry.”

“Make it stop, Jamie, make it stop!”

Right on cue, the doctor makes her way back into the room. She doesn’t seem at all startled by the expression on my face, she’s probably used to it.

“Alright, should we see how we’re going?” She says as she rolls a chair over between my legs.

Jamie’s face was burning with rage, clearly now wanting to get this over with as much as I did, “Please tell me she can push.”

The doctor examines me for a while, and then her eyes light up, “She can.”

I freeze, “I can?”

“Yes, you can.”

The next string of events happened so fast I could barely register it with my mind. A flurry of nurses started making their way into the room and Jamie was given instructions on how to handle me during the next few minutes. My legs were propped up in front of me and I was almost in a sitting position because apparently, it’ll lessen the pain. I highly doubt anything could lessen the pain.

“Alright, Dakota are you ready?”

I shake my head furiously, “No.”

The doctor laughs, “Come on, in a few minutes it’ll all be worth it.”

Jamie has one hand around my shoulders and the other in my right palm, “Come on, baby.”

“Three, two, one, push.”

The doctor orders me to do so and I comply, putting all my strength into it. The pain was incredible. I saw a white light in front of my eyes, nearly passing out. I thought the contractions were bad, this was on a whole other level. I release myself from my push, hoping that the baby was already out.

“Alright, that’s great let’s do it again.”

“Again?” I scream.

Jamie laughs, “You can do it.”

“Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m not baby,” he kisses my temple, “you can, come on.”

The doctor looks at me, “And, go!”

I can’t understand how a tiny baby could make it feel as if a whale was trying to make its way out of my body. I felt pressure in all sorts of places and I was sweating like a pig. This is probably the most unattractive I’ve been my entire life.

“That’s good, Dakota!” The doctor encourages me, “Alright the baby’s crowning so I need you to push with everything that you’ve got.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing so far?” I said with a shriek.

She smiles, “We’re going to need you to push even harder, just a little bit more and you’ll be a mom.”

“Jamie,” I turn to him, “I can’t!”

He nods at me, “Yes you can, I know you can.”

I turn back towards the doctor and she counts down. I push with all that I have to the point where there was a ringing in my ears. It felt like the room was so crowded, and if Jamie weren’t here I’d probably bolt out the door, wanting to escape from all the eyes staring at me.

“That’s it, we need one more for the shoulders!”

“You hear that, baby? Push!”

He’s called me baby over a hundred times over the past hour, I know he’s trying to reassure me that everything will be fine. I squeeze his hand so hard I swear I could break it off. Come on, one more, one more. I keep chanting that to myself in my head. Come on, come on, come on.

Suddenly, I felt an enormous release from the pressure and loud cries filled the entire room.

The doctor gasps, “Oh my God! He’s gorgeous!”

My eyes flutter open and the first thing I see is tears on Jamie’s cheeks, “He?”

“Congratulations, you have a son!”

My jaw drops, “A boy?”

“A beautiful boy!” The doctor shows him to us.

He was red and blotchy, but the most gorgeous thing I have ever laid eyes on in this planet. Even from a distance, I could tell he was going to be a replica of Jamie. He was loud as hell, a quality he got from me. The nurses took him from her and started cleaning him up at the other end of the room. I look up at Jamie.

“We have a boy!”

He wipes the tears from his face and buries his nose in my hair, “We have a boy.”

Everyone was right, all the pain was worth it. The happiness I felt at this very moment was something unlike I have ever experienced before.

“Would you like to cut the cord?” One of the nurses calls out to Jamie.

He looks at me as if he was asking for permission to leave me alone for a few seconds. I let go of his hand, nodding enthusiastically. He practically sprints to the other side of the room.

“Holy hell, those are big balls!” He exclaims.

I roll my eyes, “We all know where he got that from.”

Everyone in the room laughs at my inappropriate comment, including the doctor who was still between my legs, taking care of me down there. I see the nurse hand our baby over to his father. The look on Jamie’s face, oh Lord. That look will be plastered in my memory for the rest of my life. He was looking down at him like he was his entire world, and I could see the love he had for his son. So this is why people have children.

He walks back to me and sits by my side, “Meet your mama.”

He places our son into my waiting arms before swinging his back over my shoulder, holding me close to him. He looks even more handsome now, after being cleaned up. His cries had calmed down; I assume from being with us now. How is it possible to love someone this much? Someone who had only been in the world for a few minutes?

“Hi,” I say to him and poke his little nose with my finger.

“You did so well,” Jamie kisses my forehead as he rubs my shoulder, “I’m so proud of you.”

I beam and place a kiss on my son’s head, “Hey, good-looking. You’re going to break so many hearts when you grow up, just like your father.” I tease.

He chuckles as the doctor finishes with me and stands up, “Do we have a name?” she asks.

We look at each other. A huge smile breaks across his face and he nods at me.

“Nathan Alexander Dornan.”

The doctor claps, “Welcome to the world, Nathan!”

Nathan wrapping his hand around my thumb catches my attention. I look back at him, feeling obsessed. He is the only man who owns me as much as Jamie does. Jamie places a palm on top of his head and starts caressing his blonde hair.

I smirk, “So, about planning our wedding.”

Jamie bursts out laughing, “I love you, the both of you, so much.”

I turn my face to his and happily welcome his lips on mine, “Nathan has a hell of a dad.”

“And the most incredible woman as his mom.”

P.S. Thanks to @gigglydakota for helping me find a name for Nathan.

[syxjaewon]

👀 + "What are three of your most favorite memories?"

favorite memories, ones he holds onto when the cold seepstoo far into his bones, when space gets too wide, expanding out faster than thespeed of light, when the ghosts come down the corridors in the darkness,calling his name, howling about spilt blood and horrors and war. favoritememories, ones he clings to with eyes nearly sewed shut, too-sharp vision withnothing he wants to see, pain bursting in his head like supernovae. notnecessarily important memories, not just the snippets of his life that have createdhis iron-plated skin, his mountaintop persona, the pricks and bruises that haveshaped his heart, colored it violet.

there are so many of those. ones he thinks about too oftenand ones he’d rather just ignore ( i wish i could forget you the way you forgotme… ), ones he knows are embedded in his ribs as deeply as the axe that wasonce shoved into his side, as deeply as the slave numbers branded on hiscollar.

but his favorites?

001.

he clings to the rooftop like a small animal, a boy with afake name and a fake birthdate, the vallurian skyline dark and dotted withmillions of stars he has never been able to touch. he’s made it all the way upto the top of this tower, fighting and shooting his way up, bullets cursed outfrom the guns he knows how to steal and use before discarding and gatheringanother. he has no gun of his own, one doesn’t need it when everyone else hasso many to pick over after they’ve died. he falls in line with a group offreedom fighters, star-dwellers he’s never seen before until tonight, and hedoesn’t know why he’s running with them, only that he has nothing left to goback to.

his reason comes over them like a god, engines whirling,lights shining, it’s presence kicking up a slew of whirlwinds that drag andpull at his hair, his clothes, his limbs. it’s a machine, a ship, large andbuilt into a peculiar shape, come around the edge of the top of the building,too close, close enough to shake the ground, shake the tower they stand on. andjaewon is on his knees, nails in the ground, eyes wide and awestruck, dustblowing into his mouth but he doesn’t cough—you’re not a true vallurian if youcough at a little dust.

the space ship lands a few meters away, its crew approachingthe docking area and jaewon sits still because he is not crew, he is not them,he is street rat, he is ghost, he is sand from the desert, sifting between thecracks of the world, between fingers that want to tear at him desperately.

a woman turns and stands before him, scars on her face likebattle trophies, her eyes cold and steady as stones, her jaw sharp enough tocut a man in half. tight lips, thin arms, a gun over her shoulder almost aslarge as she is. “which side are you on?” she asks, her voice like steel, thelights of a thousand stars burning behind her and he knows this is his onlychance.

he doesn’t hesitate. “whichever side gets me the hell offthis planet.”

002.

he stares at the blinking red light and knows this couldvery well be the end of everything. he hasn’t even started yet, hasn’t evenbeen given enough time to prove himself, but he knows well enough that he’llobey a direct order. if she tells him to come back. if she demands he returnher property. if she disowns him. his stomach twists into knots, his spinemelting into jelly; too many ifs. he doesn’t want to answer this, but he can’tignore it.

he pushes the light and stands straight up to attention, theway being an army sergeant has burned into his posture.

“jaewon,” she says, and with those two syllables, he knowsshe’d frustrated.

“okay before you start, let me just explain myself a littlebit, alright? i have three reasons for why i’ve done what i have, and if you’lljust listen to me, you’ll understand.”

she pauses, her dark eyes unblinking, contempt in the lineof her lips. “good reasons?”

“well, we’ll see in a minute, i’m making them up right now.so basically,” he begins. “i’ve more or less grown up here on this boat, i knowher ins and outs better than anyone else who’d try to buy it from you, and whilei can’t pay you back immediately, i can certainly send things back eventually.secondly,” okay now things are getting a little bit muddier inside his head. hehasn’t really come up with a strategy for this conversation—he really is makingthis up as he goes along. “i’m already off-world; henry and jonas and mina arewith me, we’ve taken the ship to yeret’s moon, where we’re working on thingsand reconstructing things—we’re going to have her back to operational very soon.so she won’t be unsafe or breakable out in the black, she’ll be completely new;i’m even going to rename her—”

“jaewon—”

“and thirdly!” he’s stumbling all over his words now, barelyable to maintain eye-contact. young sun-dried boy, 21 years old, still burningfrom the war, desperate now for something steady in his life, grasping ontoanything that is familiar. he wants to lock everything up into his chest,before he inevitably loses it all, because if the last four years of bloodshed,of killing and dying and horror, has taught him anything, it’s that he absolutelycan lose. “thirdly… i love this ship. it’s… home.” the only home he’s evermanaged to get. the closest to heaven he’ll ever tread. there is a hatefultremor in his voice, a weakness in his clenched teeth, and he’d rather die thanlook up at her right now. he cannot meet her gaze.

the silence that pours into the room is only a beat, butfeels like an eternity. finally she sighs. “jaewon. have you looked into the topright hand corner of the cabinet there?”

“i—what?”

she points to the cabinet off to the side of the bridge, theone carrying most of the paperwork for the ship, paperwork jaewon knows allabout, but knows not to mess with. he walks over and opens it up, pulls somefiles out, takes his time reading the documentation for the legalities of thespaceship. his name is littered throughout it.

“you…. you left it to me?” an inheritance?

“figured it’d be easier for you to make your way, if youdidn’t have to forge the documents.” she sounds unsurprised, unshaken, unmoved.

meanwhile jaewon falls apart at his seams, his teeth lockedtogether, his chest tightly wound, but that does nothing to stop his lungs fromshaking, his nose from stinging, his eyes from watering. he looks up at herthrough brimming tears, gold eyes uncharacteristically soft and shining. “yougave me the ship…?”

lost boy, street rat, desert orphan, born of sun and muckand trash, abandoned by faces he can’t remember, given nothing, saved for nothing,not even a name to go by. the families he creates keep dying or falling apart,losing friends, losing home, losing the war; his purpose, his ideals, hismorals shattered. golden eyes useless now, haunted only by the screams ofentire planets as they explode, his shoulders heavy with the weight of havingnothing.

vera lets a corner of her lips lift, a rare smile, a rarelight in her aged eyes, an unspeakable bond between them—mother and son. theyare not related and yet, they are. “take care of my boat, kid.” the screen cutsout.

003.

the third is not a memory of anything specific, not a singleset of dialogue or one interaction between himself and anyone else. it is ahodgepodge of views, the way jaewon sits at the head of the table in the messhall, reading over the cortex, day in, day out, his leg propped over the edgeof the arm of the chair, his posture slumped and comfortable. he reads andsometimes actually pays attention to what is there, but then mostly he’s payingmore attention to what’s going on around him, the way the crew and passengersinteract with each other as they meander through the room with the kitchenette andcouches. from this spot, jaewon can hear most things that are going on aroundthe ship as well, everything echoing off the halls; laughter and conversationsand shouts.

 “do you put your gorram feet on my countertops!?”

“i specifically remember you saying no standing on thechairs so i can’t use them. feet on counters it is.”

“i have some nice relaxing medi-packets if you are ‘stressed’CAP-tan…”

“well, I think you’reover-looking a third option: the brightest thing of all is my smile…”

“sorry, did you say plant? or planet?”

“or maybe you were dreaming. you dream of me, kafka?”

“oh like, could you teach me the tea stuff? and calligraphystuff you do too is like super pretty…”

“well?! is it a massive picture collection of dogs or apicture collection of massive dogs?!”

“i would totally sacrifice at least twenty cows for you…”

loud crew, noisy crew, alive and healthy and boisterous,some of them still wide-eyed, some of them with pasts drenched in blood, butall of them here, all of them safe under the wings of a ship named for abattle. jaewon’s people, a set of faces he won’t call family out loud, butinstead with every beat of a heart he swears doesn’t exist. their voices fillhis days to the brim, jokes and rumors, music and awkwardness, familiarity andquiet bonds stronger than the cohesion of atoms.

his crew. as long as they’re still flying, these are thememories he clings to, the ones he cherishes silently, the ones he lives for.at death’s door, these are the moments that will display across the universe ofhis life. and that would be heaven enough.

[paragonrobits]

Choice In Family

Karkat, Terezi, and Dave have a thoughtful nature on the families you get stuck with and the families you chose. While drowning in grub-babies.

Also on Ao3 and FFnet~

“Y'know, it's weird how none of us really get to choose the way our families get us,” Terezi said, claws deftly working needles. She was pretty much skilled at anything she'd ever turned her paws to; a Pyrope trait, to excel at any task they felt obliged to try and they would always master it in record time. Only the Amporas took it to bigger extremes. Terezi, after much painstaking instruction from Rose, had gotten good at needlework.

Dave had to raise an eyebrow at that; barely noticeable under his shades, but she definitely knew. “Really, now,” he said with an affected lack of any tone at all that, despite his best efforts, accentuated the wariness. Any talks about family could go down very bad roads that neither he, nor Dirk or Hal, wished to be addressed these days. “That really that weird, Teez? Nobody really gets to pick your family.”

This got a gruff snort from the the floor. Terezi paused in her weaving of fabric to turn her head towards Karkat, laying down on the ground in a pile of grubs. Infant trolls, perhaps less than a few months old each, all almost the same age down to a few seconds from crawling out of the slurry. They mostly looked alike; similar patterns of horns – mostly not very long, fairly thin but strong – and came in several shades of the castes. A couple were the recently emerged shade of lime, and they looked the most like Karkat. A few were teal, at least two were bright cherry red, and some of the outlying oddities were shades that didn't match up to either one of them. Dave expected jades, olives or even violets to start cropping up. It was like every time he turned his back, new grubs were showing up and squeaking for attention.

“That's just goddamn bullshit, Strider,” Karkat said archly, doing his best to look dignified with multiple grubs crawling over his body like throw pillows made of wiggle, and failing miserably. One was curled up smugly against his chest, and another was hopefully biting his hair. What it was hoping for, it was anyone's guess. “You know it and I know it and Terezi knows it, this damn little child right here on my head knows it and she doesn't know anything. Besides she should know hair is not edible in the slightest, you stop that you bad baby!” The grub yawned in disinterest, curling up into a ball and rolling against his side. “'You can't choose your family', don't be dense. We sure as hell did, didn't we?”

A thoughtful pause filled the room.

“Suppose we did,” Terezi said, a bit cheered up by the thought. “But... I dunno. Dumb thought, I guess. I just thought it was weird that with both our species, with all the differences in how we raise babies and educate them and live our lives, we still have that in common. Not much choice with who you get stuck with.”

“...Yeah. It sucks,” Dave said, very cautiously. “Like,  a metric shit-ton. That was a real measurement on Earth. Totally was. I am not bullshitting you here, I can almost definitely promise you, we came up with that one to calculate how much tonnage could be taken up when an elephant just squatted down on innocent bands of wandering accountants and were just being complete bastards about it so they-”

Karkat's noise wrinkled. “Knock it off, jackass, you'll spoil the kids taste for swearing!”

“Eh,” Terezi said. “We could do with a bit less fuckin' cursing in this household, ya hear me?” She paused to sniff at her needlework. It was a grub-shaped bundle of cloth, suitable to hold a grub like a little sweater, complete with straps to tie around an adult troll's body, and stretchy enough to accommodate them as the grubs matured until they reached pupation age. It might also make a good bag for some bread.

Bit of a shame that Terezi's taste in fabric still resembled a zebra made out of plaid and neon lighting that had been fed into an anvil factory, backwards. Dave recoiled in horror from the bright colors.

“I like it,” Karkat said loyally. “It's pretty.”

Terezi smirked, smugly.

“Okay,” Dave said, getting back on track. “But I think I get what Terezi was talking about. Human kids were adopted or born into existing families. Troll kids got culled by their... their loogies.”

“Lusii, you insensitive jackass!” Karkat hollered. Some of the grubs hissed supportively. One of them yawned in Dave's general direction.

“He's doing that on purpose, Kar, don't feed the small squishy's thirst for aggravation,” Terezi said, doing more knitting.

“Yeah, those things,” Dave said, unbothered. “Either way, you get saddled with caretakers that may or may not... uh.” He paused, and it was a very delicate pause. Like one of those old fancy, expensive egg-things on old Earth, but this could crack at any moment, and give birth to crawling horrors he did not wish to see again.

Terezi's arm, seemingly moving on automatic, reached out and grasped his forearm reassuringly. She was so much bigger than him, the swell of her hip alone towering over him even while she was sitting and he was standing up, that her palm engulfed his entire arm. Yet her cool touch was reassuring; Dave visibly calmed down. He breathed in, out, and she gave him another gentle squeeze.

“May not be right to be around a kid,” Terezi said gently, picking up the thread in his head. It was the sort of thread that was probably on fire and burning to the touch.

“Yeah,” Dave said mournfully. “Like that.” He stared at the ground, resolving to go forward, and plunged through with it. “Hell, look at Vriska. Her mom was... messed up. And Gamzee's goat-dad thing was barely ever round, way Karkat tells it.” Karkat nodded, gazing with concern at Dave and gauging if he was Okay. And Feferi basically had to run a whole gamut with Eridan to keep her mom from waking up and ending the world... before she actually did, I mean. Lot of stress to put on a kid.”

Terezi shrugged. “That's the way it was on Alternia. A lot of coldbloods had to do more caretaking than their lusii were able to give in return. And warmblood lusii had... other issues, a lot.” She said this in the calm way of someone who, in her youth, had thought about this a lot and plotted to dismantle the entire system that demanded it be like this. “I've been looking into Beforus. Their culling system; they still had lusii, but they also had some trolls that cared for wigglers. Bit like your and Kanaya's ancestors, Karkat.”

Karkat considered this; the idea of a troll caring for wigglers was a revolutionary one but getting more commonplace. “You mean like the way they were on Alternia... or the ones we actually met?”

There was another pause. “That sounds potentially, uh, super squicky,” Dave said, sticking his tongue out. “Like... her being in that kind of a caretaker relationship while they're both hate-flirting with each other 24/7? That's... that's messed up, man.”

Karkat and Terezi looked at each other and shrugged. They did not question this, even if they didn't really understand Dave's problems; some things just did not translate well. “The point,” Terezi said firmly, carefully edging away from the subject. “Is that what we're planning here... I dunno. Might work better than just turning kids loose with lusii and leaving them to fend for themselves.” She didn't need to emphasize that Alternia was a profoundly unnatural state of being, a world of perpetual warfare and misery orchestrated to make their specific generation strong enough to win SGRUB. Strength, in her opinion, was overrated. If you wanted to see trolls as they really were, without jackass cherubs and their puppet minions constantly bringing out the very worst of them and making that the standard for social behavior and government models... you needed to examine Beforus. That was trolls as they would have been.

“Yeah, I'm just gonna pretend I know what you're getting at, nod a lot and accept the life you've laid out for us,” Karkat said, laying back on the ground and lifting a grub with a grumpiness that Terezi grinned at, knowing full well that this was Vantas cheerfulness.

“You do that, Kar,” she said, mouth wide and toothy.

“If it becomes common place, you could end up with the same... uh, issues on Earth,” Dave said warily.

“See? That's why you're here,” Terezi said. “Telling me about these things so I know what to avoid when I draft the legal stuff for it.”

Dave contemplated the possibility that Bro had wound up being the man he was for just that exact purpose, to make Dave the kind of guy who would be wary of potentially destructive guardians, and he thought he was better off not thinking about that. Terezi winced at this thought, and Dave quickly changed the subject. “I, uh...” he looked at the grubs, and got some inspiration, as well as a legitimate question.

It was blatantly obvious whose grubs they were, or at least the primary donors of the slurry that produced them. Karkat and Terezi were doing their very best to add numbers to overall troll population, and do their part in repopulating their species. Dave privately suspected that they were trying to set some sort of record; outdo whoever the troll equivalent of Genghis Khan or whoever would have had a huge amount of direct descendants. “I thought you needed the Mother Grub or whatever to get troll babies,” he said. “These guys, I know damn well they didn't come from that spawning pool. Where the heck have they been coming from?”

Terezi coughed, looking embarrassed or caught in the act of some culturally damning act of Things Man Was Not Meant To Do. Karkat looked carefully at the ceiling, not looking at Dave. “We, um.” Terezi coughed again, and focused on the knitting. “We found a way. Took a lot of work. A lot of work.”

“That's an innuendo, isn't it.”

“Not in front of the kids,” Terezi said mildly.