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holly-fixation · 2 years ago

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An Instinct To Protect

Summary: Hojo successfully bred Sephiroth without the soldier's knowledge or consent. The result: a healthy baby girl he would gladly twist into a killing machine, but the board gave Sephiroth a choice to raise the child. The silver soldier didn't know what to do, but one day, his instincts made the decision for him.

Inspired by this post by @altocat with many of my own twists.

Please enjoy!

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Every detail of the lab reminded him of Hell. Of his childhood. Of tests and examinations under the same scientist deeply analyzing him now. He'd take the front lines of Wutai over the eerily repulsive air in these chambers any day of the week, so long as he never needs to see those black glasses again. However, these physicals were directly ordered by high command. He needed to obey, his loyalty keeping him in the chair without fighting. Though that same loyalty would not protect the scientist from his snippy comments.

“Quick and painless,” Hojo announced as he checked off something on his clipboard before writing a number. “Was that truly so difficult? Should I prepare for childish retaliation at the next appointment?”

Sephiroth nearly growled, pulling his coat back onto his shoulders. This was his third session with the mad doctor since deployment, and any complaints about this head scientist lead to absolutely nothing. He ignored the mockery and asked his own question, “Are you done?”

Hojo skimmed over his clipboard one final time before tapping his pen against one line of the page. “Ah. One last thing. We successfully bred you a year ago. Congratulations. You have a daughter.”

Sephiroth stared hard. That was possibly the most ridiculous thing ever to leave the scientist's mouth, and if it wasn't stated just for get a rise out of him, then this was truly the most invasive measure Hojo took from his life. “...You're messing with me.”

“I most certainly am not. She's two months old and far healthier than you were at her age.” Hojo continued with the slightest hint of resistance. “The board insists I give you the choice to raise her. Of course she'll still be in the lab when you’re on missions or busy with other matters, and she'll spend her nights here when tests demand it. PR claims having you out and about with a young child would do wonders for image, a possible promotion to portray your 'empathetic' side. I say it's rubbish but there's no harm in it.”

Sephiroth's breath increased almost imperceptibly, but Hojo always knew his slightest tells. Confusion and fear and violation tore through him. He barely knew where to start. “How do you know she's…?” The word fell from his mind. He didn't want to say 'mine', not after Hojo threw this on him. She was a child. A child. No other title required.

Hojo just gave him a look. “You're a growing boy. It wasn't a challenge to collect the necessary resources.”

'Resources'. Did Hojo have any concept of privacy in a single cell in his body? “Then what about the mother?” He avoided the violation and the instinct to break Hojo's arm for what the scientist did in order to find a different place for this child. He needed to focus on solutions before he struck.

“The mother died in childbirth.”

His breath caught, and Hojo's lips twitched in satisfaction at the simple control.

“It seems to be genetic-”

“Shut your mouth.”

Instead of backing down from the threat, Hojo chuckled darkly. “Regardless, we gave her the opportunity to raise the world's most powerful soldier's child, possibly the most perfect child on this planet if results continue to impress. She knew the risks and rewards of successful insemination and she took them gladly. Now we have the child and her existance can be useful to you with your cooperation.”

“Useful?” Sephiroth echoed with venom.

“Simply holding that child in public will boost your image, and her gender may yield unexpected results in this lab. Both of you will be perfection incarnate separate and together. Isn’t that what any parent wants?”

Sephiroth's head shook unconsciously. This child didn’t deserve the childhood he went through. He doesn’t know what any parent wants. This lab was hell, and he had the chance to partially free her from it, to give her a place to escape.

But he didn't know how.

“Well?” Hojo prodded after a moment. “Which do you choose?”

The silver soldier stared away, avoiding those black eyes like a plague. This child shouldn't have the same childhood as him. His Second Class friends already told him what a normal childhood looked like. She'd never get one in this lab. But he didn't know the first thing about raising a child, and she'd be forced to spend most of her time here anyway. He had missions. He had a war to fight. He couldn't drop his duty for a child he didn't have the slightest consent in creating. She didn't deserve this, but he didn't know a better way.

“Let me think on it…” He gave the only answer his mind could process.

Hojo, surprisingly, gave him no trouble. He fled the lab that day with a painful heart and utter rage toward the scientist.

* * *

He never gave an answer.

He forced himself through Hojo's examinations as he always did. Neither one of them mentioned the child. Maybe Hojo fed him this lie as a test. Maybe it was another way to hold the death of his mother over his head. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. He tried not to think about the child. He forced his guilt and feelings down further into that bottle every time he entered the lab. Two and a half years he held up his walls.

Hojo, for whatever reason, decided a change of scenery was in order and rearranged the entire lay out of the lab. The examination room was deeper into this windowless chamber than before, and Sephiroth found himself passing all sorts of structures and machines he hadn't seen since he was very young.

Eventually, he saw something through one way glass. He only knew it was one way because the creature didn't respond to his stopping and staring.

It was a child- no- a toddler with long silver hair and sky blue eyes. She wore pale green clothes and occasionally scratched at the fabric as she stacked metal blocks. He knew most children grew up with some sort of building block toys. He never saw them until his friends explained what they were, but her blocks were different. They lacked the rainbow of colors and plastic shell all other SOLDIERs described, and he saw numbers carved into the side of each one: 5, 10, 20. Weights. She was playing with weights, sitting on the floor as she carefully tried to balance them as high as she could.

She looked…alone.

Did he look like that too?

Despite the attempt of joy, her structure fell with loud clanks to the ground. She pouted at the scattered pieces and forced herself up.

“Impressive, isn't she?” Hojo's shrill voice came from beside him. He didn't even hear the scientist approach. He had no idea that this interaction was his plan from the beginning, attempting to spark a theory into motion.

She started waddling over to something on the other side of the room.

Sephiroth found himself unable to look away. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to ask a question he definitely didn't want to know the answer to. But something about seeing her made him do it. “...how…?”

Hojo understood the question and hesitation completely but couldn't stop the cackle from leaving his chest. “To start, she's far better behaved than you were back then. She's perfectly content not clinging to my leg all the time.”

She carefully picked up and unsheathed a thin sword with the SOLDIER logo. Her entire stance changed the moment her hand wrapped around the hilt. She held it so naturally it almost didn't look out of place for a toddler to wield a real blade.

“She’s only slightly stronger than you were at her age. But far more diligent. She’s already defeated the training bots you nearly lost to when you were five. She’s patient and hasn’t gotten herself hurt due to lack of focus. Of course, she’s not perfect yet.”

She scratched at her clothes again as she wobbled back to the blocks. Sephiroth quickly realized she had bandages wrapped around her chest, yet her arms were completely free of any unwanted fabric.

“Her reflexes and language skills are extremely impressive. With a simple reference, she can copy any word exactly and dodge an attack from any monster, if she assumes the correct method. And her pain endurance results are stellar. Though that seems to be a side effect of her gender.”

Pain endurance.

The torture of those exams hit him like a truck. He pictured this tiny, innocent baby strapped down and screaming desperately for the serum to stop. It felt like being set on fire from the inside out.

She took a fighting stance identical to one he used to use and began slashing at the weights with only small frustration, as if suddenly decididng play time was over and she needed to practice.

“How are you training her?” He deliberately constrained his thoughts to her ability with a blade to stop the flood of memories.

“Ah,” the scientist was clearly amused at the question. “She watches your old training videos. Of course now they’re out of date, but she mimics them with deadly accuracy. Soon we’ll have to rely on broadcasts of the front lines to hone her skills if results continue at their current rate. Before that, she’ll begin mako treatments. Then she’ll be ready for real challenges.”

She threw the blade as tears welled in her eyes. Her hands clenched into small fists before she stared up at the fluorescent lights.

Hojo groaned. “This is her biggest failure currently.” He gestured to the glass. “She shows far too much emotion out of battle. Gods know why, but it will be fixed soon.”

Fixed. Corrupted was more accurate. Sephiroth saw and heard exactly what he knew to be true no matter how long he stayed in denial.

She wanted to leave. She wanted sun, and the warmth it gave. She wanted the rain, the delicate drops on her skin. She wanted freedom. Friends. Attention.

…care…

She didn’t know that no matter how far she went, her life was already decided. Her tests were planned. Her experiments were inevitable. Her training would never end.

Neither would her torture until she's what they wanted her to be: an obedient, quiet, killing machine

Just like him.

Just like-

By the time his thoughts released him, Hojo was already dead, and he was standing on broken observation glass inside her cell.

She jumped back at first, but then she scanned him and her eyes went wide. “Dada…?” Her voice was as weak as a kitten’s mew.

An alarm blared over them, but neither cared as he reluctantly nodded and approached. “What’s your name?”

She shook her head. “Girl… Soldier…”

Hojo didn’t even name her.

“I’ll give you one,” He spoke as he carefully lifted her up. “Come on. We’re leaving, okay?”

“Wait!” She surprised him with her volume, pointing to the ground. “My sword!”

Sephiroth knelt down and sheathed her blade before handing it to her. The child held it close during their entire escape. He tore through any shred of resistance Shinra dared put in his way.

This was his daughter.

His.

They were not turning her into him. Not if he could help it.

* * *

They ran. Well, he ran, carrying her to any place he could find without Shinra control. His only exceptions were the towns he purchased supplies from. They needed food, bedding, materia, diapers, various survival supplies, and the occasional book. He didn’t know the first thing about raising a child. Even the simplest of tasks were rocket science to him, and the most basic partenting books he purchase as only proved that. They traveled through many towns, many territories. It took months before he dared settle in a forest instead of traveling constantly. It was only temporary. He was exhausted, and so was she. They should be safe here for a while, and the tent worked well enough for shelter.

He hunted the occasional game and most of their meals were his pathetic attempts at cooking over a campfire. Still, it was better than a Shinra run prison for treason. These hunts were his first attempt at leaving her in a safe location, usually during her nap. He didn’t know how to dote on her or return physical attention, but she seemed content just sitting in his lap or hugging any part of him, even though he never hugged her back. The closest he could give was carrying her, where she could bury into his neck and shoulder while holding him tight within his own support.

Some nights were a relief because her eyes didn’t glow. In those few moments, he could picture her having a normal life. Yet he consciously knew her silver hair and cat-like eyes would never let her live that dream.

“Dada…?” She called to him softly one evening, looking up at him with so much care.

He returned the gaze, but he didn’t know how to reflect her emotion. “Yes, Nova?”

Nova anxiously gripped at her clothes, a nervous habit he had at her age too. “Can… can you stay with me until I fall asleep…?” For a toddler, her speaking skills were truly incredible. She'd occasionally ask him to repeat words once before she mimicked them nearly perfectly. She still had a bit of the childish lilt, but it paled in comparison to her vast vocabulary.

His brows knotted. “Of course.”

Relief flooded her features.

“May I ask why?”

She glanced around for a way to explain. She knew she could tell him anything and he would not scold her for it, but she needed to figure out what to say. “...I see things in the dark…”

“What do you see?”

She swallowed. “Red eyes… In the corner… Just… are they real? If they're not, I won't ask again…”

Sephiroth’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you before I hunt tonight.”

Nova hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Dada…”

He wished he could return it without feeling like a robot, attempting to copy the actions required, but he couldn’t. So he didn’t. Sephiroth tucked her in a bit later and waited in the tent quietly.

Sure enough, those same red eyes fizzled into existence and watched the sleeping child, just like they did to him. Hojo called him foolish and a liar, that he shouldn’t be afraid of the dark. Yet here they were, staring at him again. “I don’t care what you are,” He threatened with his hand on his blade, barely whispering in order to keep his daughter asleep. “Stay away from my child, or I will destroy you at all costs.”

The creature didn’t leave. Its eyes tilted like a tilt of its head. It didn’t approach or back away. However, thick tentacles slowly slithered across the ground, and Sephiroth immediately stabbed them, not caring that his blade went through each one like a ghost.

He lifted his daughter into his arms and stared the creature down. Nova stirred and whined a bit before falling into a deeper sleep against him. The tentacles retreated, but its eyes stayed.

Sephiroth took that as surrender for now. He didn’t leave for hunting that night, but he didn’t sleep until the red eyes faded away.

This was proof that what he saw was very real. He needed to protect her from whatever that was.

* * *

The army found them. They stayed in this forest too long. Shinra surrounded the entire perimeter, and helicopters overhead searched for his precise location.

They were running out of time. He could handle security forces. He could handle armies. He could handle any special ops they threw at him. But if even a single scratch grazed his daughter’s skin, if Shinra gods forbid ordered the army to aim for the child, he’d never forgive himself for putting her in more pain. The company wasn’t reckless enough to send the army after him directly, and he swore he would use it to his advantage. He commanded his child to stay in the tent with her blade in her hands, and that if anyone approached, she should not leave until she could attack them.

Sephiroth circled their temporary home like a predator, waiting for something to dare approach. It took a few hours before two sets of footsteps headed towards them.

Only two.

No. Don’t be them. Anyone but them.

It didn’t take much longer to spot the long red coat and massive sword of his two only friends on the planet.

He prayed their loyalty to their friendship was greater than their propaganda infused loyalty to Shinra.

The two glanced to each other and nodded before doing something with their phones. If they just sent his location, then he had five minutes to get him and his daughter out of here. Still, he took the risk of staying longer in order to speak with his former friends.

Both of them stopped twenty feet away, and all three of them held their swords at the ready in caution.

“Sephiroth,” The one in red spoke first, but he could not tell what emotion was in that name.

“Genesis. Angeal.” He forced his words to remain strong. This was just like any of their training simulations, right? Swords in hands, ready to spar, a friendly match, one with no pain and no consequences.

“Why did you leave?” Genesis spat first, but now Sephiroth could hear the slightest bit of pain in his voice. They didn’t know why? Shinra never told them?

“Reports say you lost it. You…” Angeal was surprised it felt so strange to say out loud. “You killed Hojo and ran. Rumor says he just went too far with experiments and you couldn’t take it anymore.” His round mako blue eyes stared directly into needle like mako blue eyes. “That’s not true, is it?”

He took a breath. Of course they knew of his… inability to kill Hojo. It had come up a few times before. “Did they tell you what the experiment was?”

They shook their heads.

“They’re calling you a traitor. I don’t believe it,” Genesis stated with a wave of his hand. “If you wanted to kill everyone in the science department, hell the building, no one could stop you. Yet you only killed Hojo and injured some of the guys in security. What really happened that day?”

He paused. Well… there was certainly some truth to those rumors. “...Hojo did cross a line.” He closed his eyes at the memory, at the pleasure the scientist took in torturing his offspring, of the speed and precision with which she generated results. He shook his head, failing to develop an explanation without that scientist's incredible violation.

Genesis crossed his arms and was clearly about to call him out when something rustled in the tent behind the silver soldier.

No.

They absolutely caught the slight moment of panic on his face.

“What's in there?” Angeal questioned.

“A squirrel.” Gods he was a bad liar.

Angeal just gave him a look. For the first time he could read the silver soldier like a book. “I swear on my honor I will not harm whatever you're hiding.” Swearing on his honor was deeper than swearing on his mother's life.

Sephiroth knew that. He made a hesitant gesture to allow Angeal only to pass. Genesis sheathed his blade and held his hands up lightly in surrender. The thing in that tent was the easiest way to explain everything.

The dark haired second carefully made his way to the tent, keeping his eyes on both the silver soldier and the target. But as he got in range, suddenly Sephiroth remembered the order.

“Angeal, wait-”

Suddenly the entrance fell to ribbons and a sword threateningly poked into the fabric above Angeal's stomach. This tiny Sephiroth stared fiercely into his eyes, the hilt in her left hand ready to push in. Angeal, quickly putting two and two together, held his own hands up in surrender.

“Nova,” Sephiroth called, but her eyes didn't leave her current enemy. “Don't worry. He's a friend.”

She gave him a look of confusion. She didn't know what a 'friend' was.

“He's on our side. Stand down.”

The toddler sheathed her sword but gave the tall man before her a weird look, staring at his chin.

Genesis gasped softly at the sight. It was adorable, the strength she tried to mimic. “She's like a mini you!”

The reality of why she was like him was still hitting both of his friends. “Come here.”

Nova wobbled over as if a switch flicked inside her mind from seasoned warrior to 'just a baby'. Sephiroth walked to her and lifted her into his arms the moment he could.

“Is she really yours?” Angeal questioned kindly, trying not to make any assumptions but the truth was obvious enough.

Sephiroth gave a short nod, and in response, the child gave an enthusiastic one.

“Do you have an actual plan to take care of her?” Genesis interrupted loudly.

The father winced. He had a plan, but not a great one. It's not like he could hide out somewhere where she can actually hang out with children her age or go to a school or even just a grocery store for more then four minutes. They were stuck on the run until he could find something suitable for the both of them.

Angeal took a breath. “Stay here unless you hear troops. We'll throw off the army and return when it's safe.”

Sephiroth could not be more grateful for his friends than he was in that moment.

“We'll be back,” Genesis agreed with the plan, “sans Shinra orders. Just lay low until then. Got it?”

The father nodded, and the two friends disappeared into the forest.

“I like them, Dada,” His daughter suddenly spoke before looking at him. “They feel safe.”

His brows crossed in confusion. She never trusted anyone beyond him before. “What do you mean?”

She gave a little shrug. “They just feel safe. Like they’re soft.”

He could tell that was truly the best explanation she had, so he did not pester her longer. He just carried her back into the tent.

They stayed there for about a day. As promised, his two friends returned. Still donning their SOLDIER uniforms. Both friends explained they would be leaving Shinra at the end of their contract, which was coming up in about a year. No reenlistment, no more loyalty to Shinra. Apparently, in Sephiroth's absence, they were promoted to First, giving them any opportunity to choose their own missions.

After discussing the logistics of the plan, Genesis knelt down to be less intimidating to the child. “Now you,” he held out his arms. “Come here and give your Uncle Genesis a hug.”

Nova didn't know what 'uncle' meant, but those open arms offered the touch she always craved. She quickly looked to her father for permission, the slightest beg on her face.

Sephiroth gave her a nod, and she waddled into his arms happily, giggling as she was held tightly.

She reached for her holder's long earring, grazing her hand along the metal point. She liked the jingling of the links. “Genesis…” She suddenly giggled again at the sound of his name, despite the perfection she copied it with.

The redhead in question raised a brow. “Oh? What has you all happy like that?” He teased.

She giggled again. “Genesis. Genesisisisis…”

“My name? That's what's so funny?” He lightly pinched her cheeks, and she laughed harder, her high pitched voice carried among the trees.

Sephiroth never heard her laugh like that.

“Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess.” He poked her nose, and she poked his back. “We seek it thus, and take to the sky!” He tossed the girl into the air, Sephiroth giving him the dirtiest and most concerned look as she peaked and her hair swung. Genesis did catch her perfectly, and her smile was so bright it nearly infected the rest of them.

Hojo didn't corrupt her. He saved her in time. She still had hope to be normal. Sephiroth felt a weight on his heart shift away. She could be okay. She could be normal.

“I didn't know you were good with kids,” Angeal mentioned before he held out a hand to the child. “I'm your Uncle Angeal.”

She gave him a weird look before grabbing his hand the same way he presented it to her. He shook it, and she wasn't quite sure what to do, only mimicing what he did. That seemed to satisfy him, at least by the way he smirked back at her.

“Angeal,” She repeated and confirmed before tilting her head slightly. “Nice to meet you?” Her statement ended in a question as she reached for his face and poked the needles of his chin. “What's that? Is it itchy?”

Angeal gave a short chuckle. “It's my beard. Facial hair. Mostly grown up men can grow it. But it is ichy sometimes, so people like your dad shave it off.”

She suddenly shook her head and pointed to Sephiroth. “He's 'Dada'. He's 'Father'. Not 'Dad'.” Her little resistance made Genesis smirk. She was clearly a little fighter, beyond her, well, actual fighting.

“It's another word for father,” Angeal corrected without prejudice.

“Oh.” She glanced down at her lack of knowledge.

Angeal tapped her shoulder to regain her attention. “It's okay. Thats how you learn.”

Learn.

Nova nodded with the most determination she could muster in her body. Her mannerisms, her nearly perfect speech, and her concerning stories about the lab solidified The Firsts' loyalty to each other. They'd find a place to go soon, but for now, Sephiroth needed to protect her from anything. Soon they'd have a good home, hopefully one where he could see the stars. She loved them too. It should be perfect for them.

Maybe they just needed each other. Maybe father and daughter alone was more than enough. Maybe a mother wasn't necessary.

Unnecessary and not given were two separate things. Nova's creation gave her a far stronger connection than Sephiroth. Her mimicry came straight from the source, from Mother, as did her strength and intelligence. S-cells and J-cells mixed together in the womb of a nameless woman to give birth to this new experiment. For now, the side effects of her creation brought them all joy. Sephiroth did everything in his power to make her joy last forever.

Thanks for reading!

Author's note: So I was going to have this up last night but a tornado touched down about 5 blocks from me and knocked out the power. Hope you guys enjoyed my little Make Sephiroth Try to Parent story!

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theundercoversquid · 3 years ago

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Labour

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Reader

Request: I think the story of Pierre being a father is SO BEAUTIFUL, I AM IN LOVE WITH IT

I could do one where Pierre is on a run and you're home and your purse blows and you finally have your baby, and Pierre is told that his son is born and the boys listen on the radio and congratulate him please

Warnings: Nope!

Masterlist

You were heavily pregnant. And when people say heavily pregnant, they mean you could pop at any time. And so armed with this knowledge, you had elected not to go to Pierre's race, and you had instead stayed at home with your parent's.

You had, of course, put the race on TV and you were sat watching it as you snaked on some food. You shuffled around as you felt some contractions, Shifting in the hopes that they would go away. Your mum seemed to notice as she looked across at you to make sure you were okay.

Thankfully the contractions lessened, and you turned back to watch your husband on the TV. Cheering him on. But you were interrupted by your contractions coming back again. When moving positions didn't get rid of them, you stood up and gently stretched. Your mum and dad watching you the whole time.

When your contractions didn't stop, you took to walking around the sofa.

"Are you okay, lovely?" Your mum asked with concern in her eyes as she watched you.

"Just some Braxton hicks." You explained as you rubbed your tummy. That is until you felt a liquid go rushing down your legs. "Or not," you mumbled as you looked across at your parents, who had witnessed the whole debacle.

"I'll get the hospital bag," your mum told you, automaticity leaping into business mode. "I need you to go and change into some clothing that isn't damp." Your mum orders you before turning to your dad. "And I needed you to call someone so they can tell Pierre."

"Just don't make him leave his race," you begged your dad. "There are only a few laps to go. And when he finishes, he will still have enough time to get here."

"Are you sure, darling?" your dad asked you.

"Yes," you nodded before shuffling into your room. Pulling off your damp clothes, you changed into something dry. When you needed it back to the front door, the car was packed, and your dad had just gotten off the phone with someone from AlphaTauri.

The moment Pierre crossed the finish line, he was ordered to park the car and come back to the AlphaTauri headquarters as quick as he could. His race engineer had to explain that he had permission to come in right then and there. Pierre questioned why. But he was just was assured he had special dispensation not to do it. When Pierre pressured him for a reason, they finally told him that you had gone into labour.

"What!" Pierre shouted. "When? Why wasn't I told?"

Pierre's race engineer had to assure him that you were okay and you had only gone into labour a few laps ago. They had offered to call him in, but apparently, you were determined he stayed out and didn't know. Something that didn't surprise Pierre in the slightest.

When he finally pulled the car to a stop, he was up and out of the vehicle as he sprinted to where his road car was parked. Ignoring all the people that tried to congratulate him on his race.

Pierre had a single goal. And that was getting to you as fast as he could. The other drivers were left completely confused as they watched Pierre disappear. As he skipped weighing. When they questioned it, they were then told that you had gone into labour and he had been given special dispensation to leave then and there.

When Pierre arrived at his car, he found his PR manager waiting for him by it.

"I needed to go," he told her.

"I know," she assured him as she opened the driver door and got in. "There's a change of clothes in the bag," she instructed as Pierre threw himself into the back. Grabbing the bag next to him.

"Thank you," Pierre told her as she pulled out of the track.

Pierre burst into your room. He could hear your moans of pain from outside. And knew he hadn't missed it. Running to your side, Pierre grabbed your hand.

"I'm here, mon amour," Pierre told you. His thumb running across the back of your hand.

"You made it." You smiled. Wrapping your other hand around him.

"Of course I made it," Pierre assured you, placing a kiss on your head.

And when your little one arrived, you finally had the chance to laugh at all the messages all the driver's had sent to Pierre after watching him run out of the race track as fast as he could

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queenshelby · 3 years ago

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Oppenheimer (Part 36)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Pregnancy

Words: 1,455

Please comment and engage!!!! Sorry I still need to update my tag list too guys!!!

“What do you mean by “babies” Y/N?” Cillian asked after you failed to answer him the first time around. He had his arm around your waist as you were laying against his body, your head on his chest, your hands holding his against your cheek while you listened to his heart beat.

“Well…” you began to say nervously before sitting up slowly and leaning down on one of your elbows, starring into your fiancé’s dep blue eyes.

“Well?” he asked, his eyes wide and filled with concern.

“I am pregnant with twins” you eventually blurted out while your heart was racing nervously.

“You are…what…?” Cillian asked, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“We are having two babies Cillian! I am pregnant with twins” you confirmed and, then, there it was again, the sweet dimple on his cheek as he smiled as at you.

“Damn, I really did a good a job then, huh?” he chuckled and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his statement.

“I suppose you did, Cills. You must have very potent swimmers” you teased him while you were relieved about his reaction. You didn’t know how he would react but soon realised that he seemed to be supportive about it now.

“It seems that way. Now, do you know what we are having?” he mumbled with his lips against your skin after pulling you back down on top of him gently, his arm rubbing your shoulder, giving you a brief squeeze.

“I don’t. But…” you began to say before pulling away from him.

“But?” Cillian asked, wanting you to complete your sentence.

“I’ll be right back” you said as you stood up, to which Cillian nodded and smiled. He appeared happy. Much happier than ever before and, with that, you went downstairs and retrieved an envelope from your bag, which was the one the obstetrician had given you.

With the envelope in your hands, you returned to the bedroom and sat down on the edge of your large comfortable bed.

Sitting beside Cillian, he saw the white envelope, curious about what was inside of it.

“Open it” you said, simply handing him the envelope and he sat straighter, confused about what this could be.

“What is it?” Cillian asked holding the envelope in his hands.

“Just open it” you smiled and he finally did what you asked him to do, revealing an ultrasound picture of your babies as well as a letter from your obstetrician.

“Read it out loud and tell me what we are having” you told him and, after his eyes had been fixated on the ultrasound picture for at least a minute, Cillian finally pulled out the short note from your obstetrician.

“Congratulations Y/N Nolan. You are pregnant with twin girls” the note said and your eyes immediately began to light up with joy as Cillian read the note out to you.

“Girls?” you asked with a little joyful giggle and Cillian nodded nervously.

“What am I going to do with girls? I only ever looked after boys” Cillian then asked as he sat stiff in his spot.

“You are going to be just fine Cills. Lots of tea parties and braiding hair” you teased, earning you a smile from your fiancé.

He then pulled you close and took you into his embrace, his thoughts so sporadic by this point that he was unable to formulate another sentence.

“Girls. Fucking two of them. I can’t believe it” he eventually said, finally able to speak again properly with his eyes watering. Cillian’s hand was shaking just the slightest bit from all the exhilaration he was feeling in his body.

“Yes, two girls Cills. You will be fine. I promise” you laughed as you reached your thumb up to wipe a tear that escaped from his eyes and this time you knew that this wasn’t regret. These were tears of joy.

With this joy, your night was spent in high spirits. Cillian really let his emotions show as he held you closely all night, pressing kisses to you every now and then.

He was overwhelmed, but happy and it was his sense of happiness which made you feel at ease at least until the next morning when the doorbell rang and your parents had decided to surprise you with a visit following the news of your somewhat public engagement.

Pictures of you had been all over social media and it didn’t take your mother long to notice that something about you had changed and it wasn’t just the diamond ring on your finger.

“Let me have a look at you” she told you almost immediately after having stepped into the house.

“Mum, it is too early for this” you told her as she began to tug on your clothes, which consisted of a Bing Bang Theory themed t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts.

You were still half asleep and not up for her shenanigans.

“How many weeks are you?” she then asked while you rubbed your eyes and Cillian made your father a coffee.

“How many weeks of what?” your father asked, oblivious about what your mother was referring to.

“I am asking her how many weeks along she is in her pregnancy” your mother clarified and, with that, your father spat out his coffee and Cillian took a step back, retreating into the corner of the kitchen.

“You are pregnant?” your father asked, shocked and confused.

“Yes dad. I am pregnant. I am already 16 weeks’ along actually” you told your parents before asking your mother how she knew.

“Your breasts gave it away sweetheart. I swear they popped out by at least two sizes since I last saw you” she laughed before feeling up your stomach and smiling at you with excitement all while your father’s face turned completely pale.

“How did this even happen?” your father then asked in disbelieve, shaking his head.

“Well, it wasn’t the stork who put the baby there Chris” your mother teased him but he sure didn’t want to hear any more.

“Actually, it’s “babies” mum. We are having twins” you informed her and whilst she was jumping around the kitchen with excitement, your father gave Cillian the sternest of looks.

“You have a lot to answer for young lady” your father began to say at the same time as your mother began to hug Cillian tightly. “And why the fuck did I cast you for this movie. God dammit. I am too fucking young to be a grandfather” he then mumbled at Cillian before walking towards the liquor cabinet and retrieving a bottle of scotch from it.

“You are going to be just fine grandpa” your mother teased, giving your father a reassuring hug before finally asking whether you were expecting boys or girls.

“We are expecting two baby girls” Cillian confirmed with joy and, finally, your father smiled.

‘Girls, eh? Well, good luck to you man’ your father told him and you knew that, slowly, but surely, he was going to come around and be the best grandfather he could be to his two granddaughters.

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animehideout · 4 years ago

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Hey, its me again!

Could I get some headcanons for the BNH boys, all aged up, plus Aizawa finding out they're gonna have a baby, please? 🥺

A/n : heyy dear , i hope you enjoy it <33

✨Requests are open✨

BNHA BOYS : Finding out they're gonna have a baby.

Genre: fluff 🍰🍒🍓

Characters: Bakugo/Dabi/Shoto/Denki/Deku/Kirishima/Shigaraki/Aizawa

Dabi:

• You were scared to tell him. What if he doesn't approve it, what if he wasn't ready.

• You tried to give him hints at first, like what he thinks of kids.

• He would say "well kids are annoying" your heart dropped "but they're sweet and innocent" he added smiling to himself and in his mind imagining being a dad.

• You would gather your courage and tell him that you're pregnant.

• At first he was so nervous what if he wouldn't be a good father and ends up like his dad.

• You would reassure him also Shigaraki and Toga would tell him that he'll be a good father and he'll be able to protect his family.

• Would hold you in his arms in the very delicate way.

• Prepares breakfast in bed for you.

Kirishima:

• It was his idea to have a child in the first place.

• When you had symptoms he suggested you take a pregnancy test.

• Would wait nervously in the living room.

• When the test appeared to be positive you screamed.

• Would rush to you , when he saw you smiling and tearing up he became really really happy.

• He would spin you around then put you down realizing that you're pregnant now and he needs to be careful with every move.

• Wants to have a big family with you, maybe 5 or 6 kids (good luck).

• Would be very sweet and spoils both you and the child uwu.

Bakugo:

• You were waiting for him in your bedroom.

• You waited for him to change and relax first, you knew he's gonna freak out at first.

• The moment you told him you were pregnant man would panic.

• Nervous af, despite his strong appearance and personality (almost passing out).

• Would question himself, would he be able to raise a child?

• You have to reassure him and tell him that he'll do great.

• He would calm down and thanks you for giving him the best things ever.

• Would be very protective, not letting you do even the slightest tiring thing like waking up from bed by yourself "Kastsuki i can walk".

• When the child is born he would be careful to not curse or say words such as 'dumbass' and 'bastartd' in front of your child.

Shoto:

• You were both enjoying your dinner at a fancy restaurant celebrating your 1st anniversary.

• You suddenly fainted.

• He would hold you bridal style rushing to the hospital and there the doctor told you that you're having a baby.

• He would hold your hand and gently rubbing your belly while you were laying in bed.

• He would cry from happiness.

• Would do his best for both of you.

• He suffered from a tough childhood so he wants to make sure his child doesn't experience the same thing in any possible way.

• Would do everything for you like putting your clothes on and taking them off.

• Would prepare relaxing baths for you and then joins you to give you a back massage.

Deku:

• Ah this man loves children.

• It would be the best day of his life.

• He grew up without a dad so he wanted to experience a dad-child relationship.

• He often tells you how sweet it would be to have a child that looks exactly like you.

• You and your friends ( Uraraka, Iida and the others..) prepared a surprise party for him, you even invited All Might.

• You thought he deserves to be happy and take a break from his tiring job. So the party would be two in one; surprising him with your pregnancy and making him take a break from his work.

• Would be surprised to see everyone there, well it wasn't his birthday not yours either so what would be the occasion?

• The moment he heard everyone saying "Congrats you'll be a dad" he started crying.

• Would hold you in his arms protectively.

• Would kiss your belly.

• Would talk with the baby inside your belly EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Denki:

• This man has a habbit of buying a lot of baby clothes and toys even before knowing that you're actually having a baby.

• He likes the tiny pair of shoes and thinks it would be cute to have a mini version of him running around.

• You would prepare a cake written 'Hello Daddy' on top of it.

• He got the wrong idea at first ,he literally thought you wanted to do heated things with him and tried to turn him on by calling him daddy.

• He was so confused like you could just ask why would you be extra about it.

• When you corrected him, he would take a while to process the news.

• Would jump on you and give you a long kiss.

• Would also cry from happiness.

• Very excited to be a dad.

Shigaraki:

• He was so lonely his whole life without a family or a lover.

• So when he met you, his life started to have meaning again.

•You were so nervous to tell him, scared of his reaction.

• What if he doesn't want a child now? What if he leaves you?.

• But the moment you started muttering "I'm pregnant" his eyes widened and tears started streaming on his cheeks.

• "really (y/n)?" i swear his smile was the brightest.

• He wrapped his arms around you taking you in a warm hug.

• Now he can understand the full meaning of the warmth of family.

• Hopes to have a twin. He wants to make his family bigger as soon as possible.

Aizawa:

• Normally Aizawa doesn't show emotions.

• But when you rushed to his classroom excitedly interrupting his lesson telling him that you're having a baby, he was over the moon.

• It was the first time his students would see him smiling like that.

• Happiness drawn on each inch if his face.

• He would kiss your hands and forehead.

• Would whisper a soft thank you while resting his forehead on yours closing his eyes imagining how more graceful and happy his life would be now.

• Totally forgetting that others are watching you.

• They would congratulate both of you.

• This man is husband material af.

• He would take a good care of you or lets say extra good care of you!.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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jane-gunson123 · 3 years ago

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Tongue tied

Your ex, Trent Alexander Arnold and brother, Jordan Henderson both play for Liverpool and at the celebration after they win the premier league, you are forced by not only yours and Trent’s brother but a medalling Scotsman to talk.

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talking had never been your strong point, even when you were little you refused to talk about your feelings, maybe that’s why your relationship never worked, or maybe that’s why your relationship with Trent worked so well because he was the same or maybe that’s why it didn't work because you didn't talk about your feelings.

That doesn’t matter anymore though because your not tougher now and you have to put your feelings that may or may not resurging for Trent behind you and support your brother through the biggest win of his football career so far, winning the premier league.

Jordan had lifted the trophy and instead of watching your brother like you should of been doing, your gaze was fixated upon a certain number 66, his smile and the pride radiation from him changed something inside of you, you wanted to be their to hug and congratulate him as his girlfriend like you should of been.

your relationship had ben very public, not by choice but with your career as an actress taking off and Trent as Liverpool’s newest wonder boy the public craved photo of the two of you. It never bother Trent, not like it did you, the pair of you couldn’t go anywhere without being swarmed by paparazzi.

The after party was the worst, Trent hadn't know you were going to be there but from the moment his eyes landed upon you, he was transfixed, he wasn’t over you and it was no secret in the Liverpool dressing room, even your own brother knew but was sworn to secrecy by Trent.

“Y/N, good to see ya lass,” Andy shouted, next to your ear.

“Okay, I'm not death Robbo, I can hear ya. How are you? I’ve not seen ya for ages.” Y/N spoke back, a broad Mackem accent as clear as your brothers.

“I’m good Y/N/N, Rebecca was looking for you.” Andy replied.

“I’ll go look for her now, Thanks Robbo and congratulations.” Y/N said before walking off,

Andy however, tonight wasn’t quite done. To be frank, he was sick off Trent complain about Y/n. He was sick of the longing glances Trent would do when he thought no one was looking and by catching your brothers eye he could tell he felt the same.

“Please tell me your thinking the same,” Andy asked, approaching Jordan.

“I divin’t think I can take much more of his whining about me sister, it’s driving me nuts, they both are, all she asks is ‘how is Trent doing’ ‘has he got another women yet’ ‘Are you sure he’s okay’” Jordan imitating his sister’s voice.

“Please tell me your planning on getting Y/N back with Trent.” Trent’s brother questioned, walking over to the pair.

“Obviously, I don’t think i could take much more of either of their whinging, to be honest.” Jordan replied.

“But how?” Trents brother asked.

“I’ve got an idea.” Andy said, a cunning smile printed on his lips.

“Let me get this straight you want to look my brother and his sister in a cupboard together and not let them out.” Trents brother questioned, concerned to sat the least.he thought you might kill each other trapped in a confined space together.

“Can we leave them their forever?” Jordan asked, not the slightest bit bothered.”What, make my life easier.” He said,noticing Trents brother’s eyes widen.

After a lot of convincing from her brother and mother, Y/N agreed to help look for her brothers boot. “Yeah, Y/N/N, I’m sure i left it in this cupboard, have a look will ya.” Jording said, pushing his sister in the cupboard.

“Why is it in a cleaning cupboard, Jord?” Y/N asked, caught off guard by an even more confused Trent already in the cupboard, having been told the same story a mere 30 seconds earlier by Robbo and his brother about andy losing his boot.

smiling awkwardly, Y/N spun around only to have the door slammed shut in her face by her brother and his mealing team mate. “Open this door right now, Jordan.” Y/N screamed.

“I’m good, Y/N/N.” Jordan replied, “Have fun.”

“I’m gunna kill him,” Y/N said, her had pressed up upon the door.

“I’ll help you.” Trent replied. It was the first time she had heard his voice in person since their split. They never ended on bad terms, they just sort of fell apart and both were to stubborn to talk to each other again.

“Great,” Y/N scrunched her nose up, something witch Trent always loved. Whom was he trying to kid, he still does.

The pair both stared at each other. Neither making a sound. Y/N was scared if she did she would cry and never stop. She had never allowed herself to cry over Trent ever and no all that built up emotion was ready to explore out of her.

After a long awkward silence, Trent couldn't take no more, “I’m sorry,” He apologised. “I never meant for us to fall apart like we did, Y/N/N.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry too.” Y/N quitely admitted, looking up at Trent.

He could see the tear threatening to fall and he swore his heart was more broken now than i had been ever, “Don’t cry cos of me.” Trent said raching his hand up to rest his palm on her cheek using his thumb to wipe the tears away. “Y/N, I still love you and I don’t think I could ever stop. We have tried to be apart and it has made us both miserable so please take me back, let us try again, Y/N/N.

“Trent, I could never stop loving you, even if I wanted too, and trust me I’ve wanted too but I can’t,” Y/N confessed.

“Well then what's stopping us trying again, we can take it as slow as you want us to, but please take me back.”

“We have to take it slow, I don’t want to rush into things but I want you.”

“I love you, Y/N, I always have and always will.” Trent confesses, laying his forehead against Y/N’s.

“I love you, Trent.” Y/N said before connecting their lips is a slow but loving kiss. They fit together like a missing pieces and Trent wouldn’t have it any other way.

“How do we get out off here?” Y/N asked, making Trent laugh.

“Jordan, Robbo, you can let us out now, we are taking again.” Trent shouted.

“took you long enough, I’ve been stood here 45 minutes,” Robbo shouted opening the door.

“Right come on, me mam want to see yas,” Jordan said looking at you both.

Trent said nothing, he just looked at you and smiled, picking you up to carry you across the room to your mother.

“Well that worked well.” Robbo exclaimed.

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shadowofroses · 3 years ago

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A Tizzy part 2

Demon Slayer

Pairing: Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro

Warnings: Fluff, Teasing from the boys, minor jealousy, Teasing from Tengen, Butt slap, Prelude to Yoshiwara District

Previously

Summery: Upon Recovery Reader and Rengoku get closer and drives the boys crazy.

Story:

Upon recovering, you were visited by Rengoku and the boys more. You visited them in return. For some reason, you just felt this…pull to be around the Flame Hashira, definitely like a Moth to the Flame. You wanted to be by his side listening to him all day.

You chalked it up to a small crush, and wanting to be around others who were recovering with you. Crushes were manageable. Easy to ignore.

He was the Flame Hashira, you had to ignore it. If he didn’t have someone already, he had way too many other responsibilities to attend to. Your excuse was bonding with the kids. If there was anything you were weak for, it was kids, teens, etc.

You were lucky enough to do rehabilitation training with them and Rengoku. Or rather Tanjiro and Rengoku. Zenitsu and Inosuke were released for missions. Mid training, The Wind Hashira pulled you off to the side from his random trip to the Butterfly estate. “How are you healing up (Last Name)?”

You shrugged, running your hand through your hair, lingering on one of the scars on the back of your neck. “Pretty good, my Ribs are fine now, I’m just itching to get back in shape.”

Sanemi hummed, “I’d like you to rethink on being my Tsugoku.”

From the distance, during training, Tanjiro smelled something off. Something slightly sour, very faint, and it was gone just as fast. He blinked, noticing that Rengoku had paused his sword swinging. Before continuing again. Looking over he noticed you talking to the Wind Hashira. Seemingly a friendly conversation. You didn’t seem to be in distress.

When they got back to the estate after the Mugen train incident, he recalled smelling something sweet flowing between you and Rengoku. It was something he smelled before, between his parents, Iguro and Kanroji, and even Inosuke and Aoi. Tanjiro developed a soft smile at the thought, “Everything okay Rengoku-sama?”

“I’m fine! Why do you ask?” Rengoku blinked out of his reverie and rested his bokken on his shoulder, looking down at the boy.

You had started to head back over and felt your breath hitch, just the slightest, seeing Rengoku how he was posed. Lightly blushing you tried to shake away the feeling. Tanjiro smelled a light sweet smell noting that you were making your way over. “No reason! (Name)-san! What did Shinaugawa-sama want?”

Rengoku looked back up at you again, sweet scent wafting Tanjiro’s senses, much more potent than yours, with a slight sour note. You only grinned and patted the boy on the head. “He was asking me to be his Tsugoku again.”

Tanjiro’s eyes widened and the sour note disappeared from the air, filled with peaches. Rengoku laughed, “Oh?! Congratulations!”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you rubbed your nose, “I told him I would think about it.”

Tanjiro nodded, “Completely understandable!”

Rengoku only had a slight scent of confusion, “what is there to think about? It’s a great opportunity!”

You shrugged, “Becoming a Tsugoku or a Hashira, was never on my to do list.” You smiled up at the Flame Hashira as Tanjiro smelled a stronger scent of peaches. “No offense Sir! I just think there is always going to be someone better and more worthy than me to be someone’s Tsugoku!”

Rengoku laughed, “Which would make you the perfect Tsugoku for Shinazugawa! You’re humble!”

Your heart fucking going Doki doki. This man really needed to stop. Tanjiro looked between you and the Hashira, definitely the same scent as his parents. You chuckled, “I’m going to go and help Aoi with making lunch. You two want anything in Particular prepared?”

Both males shook their heads, and you walked off. Tanjiro gave the Hashira a knowing look, “(Name)-san smells like a good person.”

Rengoku blinked, before beaming down at Tanjiro, “I keep forgetting about how good your nose is! Can you smell what they are making so far?”

That’s what he got out of it? Tanjiro nearly deadpanned, but sniffed the air regaradless, “I think I smell Takoyaki.”

Rengoku had his signature grin on his face, “Let's work up an appetite! Takoyaki sounds good!”

Tanjiro nodded with just as much enthusiasm. “Yes!”

You had found yourself on a couple of missions with Rengoku after that. It seemed like every time you turned around he was there. Someone was talking about him, to him, asking you about him.

It was the same for Rengoku, he couldn’t escape you, not that he wanted to. It was like you were his sun, and he was a planet, and couldn’t help but to rotate in your orbit.

There was no point in fighting a gravitational pull. The both of you enjoyed each other's presence. One mission the both of you returned to the Rengoku estate, as Rengoku asked you over for dinner with his Tsugokus and brother. Arriving, Tanjiro and Zenitsu paused their training as scents and sounds overtook them. A knowing glance at you and Rengoku laughing. Inosuke was somewhere.

Tanjiro and Zenitsu ran over, and Inosuke jumped down from the roof. Tanjiro having a weird look on his face, “(Name)-san~ Don’t you like Dango?”

You and Rengoko looked down at the boys. You blinked, “uh, yeah actually dango is my favorite…”

Tanjiro beamed, “I thought so! Master Rengoku! Can we all get some Dango?” While you were confused, Rengoku only beamed down at his students, “Later! Make sure to get your training done and we’ll all go out for a treat!”

“(Name)-san you like Takoyaki right?”

“(Name)-san! Have you ever had Sweet Potato Manju? Senjuro makes great Manju!”

“(Bad Name)-san! Fight me!”

Your laugh filled the area, as Zenitsu heard Rengoku’s heart race at hearing it, and the smell of peaches filled the air for Tanjiro. “Welcome home brother! Is this your girlfriend?” The two of you heard from the Engawa causing both of your faces to darken.

“HEH?!” Your eyes looked like they were about to pop out of your head, while you quickly covered your face.

Rengoku only laughed and slapped his hand against your back. He couldn’t help but to feel your reaction was cute, he wanted to see you more flustered, but it wasn’t the time. IT would never be the time. “No Senjuro, this is (Last name) (First Name) she’s a good friend and comrade!”

A slight scent of disappointment wafted from you. Senjuro played dumb as the boys already told him of Yours and Rengoku’s infatuation. “Oh I thought Zenitsu said you were dating, my bad!”

Both you and Rengoku gaped like fish. However you glared at the younger boy, almost embarrassed, “Zenitsu!”

His eyes widened realizing he was just thrown under a cart, “But your hearts beat fast around each other! Like Tanjiro and Kanao!”

Oh shit that’s right! The boy has keen hearing! Tanjiro glared at the blond, “HEY!~” you couldn’t help but to laugh at that. Before coughing, you turned to Rengoku, noticing he was hiding behind his hair a little. With a slight blush, you looked away, thinking it was cute. “Maybe I should go for now…”

Rengoku almost panicked! He felt somewhat dizzy, the boys were chasing away his sun! “Nonsense! Boys, behave yourselves! Please stay!” Rengoku had grabbed your hand. Electricity zapped between the two of you, but Rengoku kept his hand firm.

Zenitsu was going to be driven crazy by these two pining fools and their hearts.

“Oi! I got a flamboyant request, and you were just who I was looking for (Last name)-san!” You cried out of shock not expecting the Sound Pillar. “Or rather not a request, you’re coming with me!” Tengen threw you over your shoulder, “And I don’t have to ask first cause you’re not a Tsugoku!”

Rengoku watched confused, but understanding it was a mission. However the three boys got defensive. Inosuke scoffed, “We’re trying to get them to be mates! You’re interrupting!”

Tengen heard the hearts of yours and Rengoku’s stop, saw Rengoku hide behind his hair again a sound from your mouth as your soul left your body. Tengen gave his buddy a wicked grin, “Rengooooku~” he looked up and watched as Tengen slapped your ass as he had you over his shoulder. You squeaked out a sound and your face went red. The scent of embarrassment permeating in the air.

“Uzui! I must insist you desist!” Rengoku’s eyes sharpened at his action, and the boys jumped in front of Rengoku.

“LET HER GO YOU BULLY!” Tanjiro yelled.

“He’s no bully! He's a pervert hitting on another man’s woman!” Zenitsu cried out.

Tengen deadpanned, “I’M NOT A PERVERT!”

Tanjiro looked up steadfast, “Then take us! Leave (Last Name) out of it!”

Tengen gave a disappointed look, “Look I need at least three beautiful women, you don’t exactly fit the bill.” Rengoku being snarky lifted Inosuke’s boarhead up revealing Inosuke’s face to Tengen who paused for a moment in thought.

“HEY!” Inosuke grabbed at his boarhead and pulled it back down over his head.

Tengen shrugged, “Fine you three will do, don’t let me down.” With that he tossed you into the air, causing Rengoku to catch you, with you yelping and burying your burning face into his Haori. Tengen leaned over with a smirk and then whispered into Rengoku’s ear, “Better get mating Buddy!”

Tengen then turned to the other three and pulled them away to explain the mission, leaving a flustered couple behind with a poor little Senjuro to clean up the mess.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #kyojuro x you #kyoujurou x reader #demon slayer x you #Self Insert #fix it #Prelude to Yoshiwara district #butt slap #tons of teasing

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out of my league - knj | 01

you were out of my league. got my heartbeat racing. if i die, don't wake me, cause you are more than just a dream - out of my league, fitz and the tantrums

✹ summary- Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out about your years-long hopeless crush on him. And he most definitely was not supposed to find out about it in front of all your coworkers in a company-wide meeting.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

✹ word count- 6.6k

✹ genre- angst, smut, comedy

✹ chapter warnings- swearing, descriptions of sex, sexual content, namjoon being a sexy flirt, jungkook being a himbo, awkward conversations, jimin being a protective bff

✹ a/n- hello and welcome to this fic thats lived in my google docs for almost a year now. without @ladyartemesia @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen and @chimoona, i would never have posted it. i truly owe so much of my brainstorming and creativity to their incredible brains and thoughts and ideas. i love them very much! i hope you enjoy this first chapter! please feel free to message me, talk to me abt anything!! im always here to chat. ILY!

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Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out this way.

You planned to confess your undying, unerring love for your coworker at a better time, a classier place. You would wear a dress that highlighted your features, hair cascading down your back, makeup done to perfection and spritzed with expensive perfume. You’d confess, he’d confess right back, and you’d live happily ever after.

You’d also dreamt that Kim Namjoon would have the slightest inkling of who you are before he finds out about your year long crush. He might know you as the mousy girl in the office who doesn’t talk and doesn’t contribute much other than some crunched numbers and apparently the best coffee brewer in the office. But you’d prefer he knows you well—your favorite colors and movies and foods, what makes you happy and sad; things future husbands should know.

You very much did not think it would happen in a company wide conference, full of over five hundred suit-wearing executives. You did not think it would be done by the office bully, Chungha, who carefully takes over the mic and speaks the words clearly as she presents awards of recognition.

“Congratulations to Kim Namjoon for 5 years with the company, over $4 million in revenue, and the object of ____’s lust and affection. I’m sure you two will have the happy life she’s written in her journal about. Make sure you celebrate with her today!”

The room is silent, so silent you could have heard a pin drop from a mile away. Your face is cherry red and you wish the earth would open up and swallow you whole. Your heart feels like someone has ripped it in half and you stare in horror at the girl smirking at the front. Is this what it feels like to be backstabbed? Namjoon looks perplexed—confusion written on his face as he gestures around to no one in particular like he’s saying ‘what the fuck was that?’

Awkward coughing and clapping begins and Namjoon stands to receive his award, a fine wooden fountain pen, and chances a glance around the room. He easily spots you, with your wide, frightened face. His look remains passive, not hinting what he’s thinking behind those stormy eyes, before he turns and sits back down at the table with his buddies from his department.

You seriously contemplate quitting your job. You could find a new one easily, right? Just stand up and tell your boss you quit and you’re out of there before Namjoon ever sees you again and you’ll never have to face the mean girl who’s ratting you out.

As much as the idea rolls through your head, you know you won’t do it. You love your job, love the security and finances it provides you, and you love to look at Kim Namjoon, all day every day.

You don’t understand where things went wrong.

( one month ago )

It’s 9:03 am. You finish brewing the coffee in the small staff kitchen and sigh at the aroma of the freshly ground beans. Coffee is your favorite meal, favorite time of day, favorite snack, and preferred beverage. You drink it constantly. You’re known as “coffee girl” at work, mostly because no one really bothers to get to know you beyond that. You drink coffee like it’s a devoted religion. You could drink a cup right before bed and still sleep like a baby. It was, put simply, your drink.

The office workers deem you to be the one to make the pots of coffee every morning, claiming you were the ‘best’. You didn’t mind—you preferred to make your own coffee regardless—but you believe your coworkers are trying to pass off the twenty-minute job to someone lower in the office hierarchy. And you were one step above the interns.

The coffee machine chimes to let you know it’s hot, and it’s ready for you. You eagerly pour a mug, a large one, and smile as the waft of freshly ground beans (by you, of course) fills your senses.

You nearly knock the cup out of your hand as Kim Namjoon strolls into the office, eyes set on the coffee.

You feel your throat swell up, like he’s an allergen and you’re caught without an epi-pen. Butterflies swirl in your stomach and you can’t stop staring at him. He pays you no mind, tired yet determined to pour a cup of coffee and get back to his office.

You stand in the small kitchen, clutching your coffee like a lifeline, and pray to god you don’t do something stupid.

Namjoon pours his mug, and you watch his muscular hands grip the coffee pot. He pours a hefty amount of cream and sugar into his cup—it appears even perfect male specimens have their faults.

Your eyes dance on his face before they tango down his body. You wonder what he looks like in the morning, crawling out of bed with mussed hair and a sleepy smile painted on his face. He’d look at you and tell you you’re the most beautiful girl and kiss you deeply despite morning breath. Maybe he’d take you to the shower to press you against the tile as he fuc-

“Oh!” it startles Namjoon to see you, and the coffee in his hand swishes violently. “Didn’t see you there. Sorry!”

Your heart melts. He’s the picture of kindness and politeness. You recognize it’s been a few seconds and you still haven’t replied.

“It’s fine!”

“Great coffee, by the way,” he smiles. His teeth nearly knock you out cold with their brilliance. “Have a good day.”

He turns and exits the room without so much as a glance back at you. Your knees feel weak.

Kim Namjoon talked to you. He complimented you. He told you to have a good day. It’s the best and most significant conversation you’ve had with your secret crush.

You definitely file that away for another day when you need to reminisce on his compliment, and you scurry out of the kitchen towards your desk.

Park Jimin is waiting dutifully at your desk when you arrive, a smug smile still slapped over your features as you sip at your coffee. Namjoon spoke to you today—how lovely.

Jimin quirks an eyebrow.

“What’s got you so perky this morning?”

You’re normally quiet and passive, avoiding eye contact or any semblance of emotion on your face.

You look up at the blonde bespectacled boy. Park Jimin is the closest thing to a best friend in the company. He’s who you spend time with at lunch, see on weekends, and text often. You suppose he’s the closest thing to a best friend you have in your entire life.

You send him a smirk and lean in close to whisper. “Namjoon said hi to me today!”

Jimin sends you a pitiful look and pats your shoulder. Your best friend is well aware of your secret crush and while he thinks Namjoon is a nice guy, he thinks your crush is a little hopeless. He’s the most popular guy in the office, often has dates lined up every weekend. Jimin hears the way he and his friends talk in the break room. The man is definitely not hurting for female attention.

“Oh, honey,” he sighs, unenthusiastically. “That’s great.” He can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness over how excited you’re getting from a simple ‘hello’ from a coworker.

“I know, right? Anyway, lunch today?” You ask as you settle down into your cubicle.

Jimin pushes his glasses up his face and nods. “Of course! That’s why I came by this morning. I wanted to let you know that Jungkook from marketing will join us.”

You make a face, disgust etched in the lines creasing your forehead.

“Why?”

Jungkook is well known in the company. He’s a loudmouth, a player, a clown, and everyone’s favorite comedian. He’s just not your favorite.

“Don’t be rude,” Jimin admonishes at your grimace. “He asked to join and well—he’s cute. I can’t say no to him.”

“Oh Christ, Jimin,” you groan. “Not you too! Don’t tell me you have the hots for the serial fuckboy?”

He blushes lightly and shrugs. “Maybe I do! Be nice to him today or I’ll eat all your chocolate ice cream I know you have at home.”

You stick your tongue out, petulantly. “Fine, now let me get to work or else Seokjin will be up my ass.”

Jimin smiles and kisses your cheek before he scurries away, back to human resources.

It feels as if barely any time has passed. You’re working hard, running calculations and updating spreadsheets. You have an eye for numbers, and losing yourself in an equation is just another day for you. You’re shaken from your cheerful place by a vibration from your phone, and a text alert popping on the lit screen.

jimin 12:01 pm- it’s lunchtime!! you better get your butt out here!

You smile and text back an affirmative reply, then move to grab your lunch from the company fridge. Gliding down the steps leading to the fresh outdoors, you meet Jimin at the lunch tables in the grass.

Jimin is sitting with Jungkook. You can recognize your best friend by his hair and glasses, and Jungkook by his obnoxious laughter.

“Hi,” you murmur as you sit down and open up the brown bag lunch you’ve brought.

“Hi!” Jimin is excited to see you, and just a pinch over eager to be sitting next to Jungkook.

“You know Jungkook, right?” Jimin asks, a harsh look in his eyes that reminds you to be on your best behavior.

You nod as you pull out a bag of grapes. “Oh, yeah, hey,” you smile. “I’ve seen you around.”

Jungkook delivers you a signature smirk and you feel yourself roll your eyes internally. “Yeah, you’re Coffee Girl, right?”

You pout and glare down at your brown bag lunch. Will you ever become more than just Coffee Girl?

“Yeah, I suppose that’s me.”

Jimin clears his throat to dismiss any awkwardness.

“So, Jungkook, I hear you like working out? ___ likes to work out too. She drags me to the gym sometimes. Maybe we could all meet up sometime?” You don’t miss the hopeful lilt in his voice. Jungkook does.

“Oh, yeah?” He narrows a sexy look at you, rather—a look he thinks is sexy that you find off-putting. “What do you do at the gym? Little cardio sets with 5 pound weights?”

What an asshole.

“Sometimes,” you state as you take a bite of the homemade salad you handcrafted last night. “Most of the time I’m lifting heavy. I can bench 275 and deadlift 300.”

Jungkook looks taken back. “What, really?” He sounds breathless. “You lift more than Namjoon-hyung.”

At the sound of the love of your life’s name, you pause. Your face heats quickly and Jungkook smirks. Of course, he recognizes this and not Jimin’s obvious flirting.

“Why are you blushing?” He asks. “Did I say something?”

You’re quick to dismiss things. “Um--no. I just um,” you’re grasping at straws. “I’m hot.”

Jimin is trying not to laugh, hiding his mouth behind a petite hand.

Jungkook tilts his head. “It’s not even sunny today.”

You gulp. “Yeah, I must be hot. With a fever. M-malaria… probably.”

Jungkook snorts.

“You have malaria? Bummer.” He picks at his nails. “I thought for a moment you had a thing for Namjoon.”

“No!” The retort is quick, too quick for normal conversation, and it gives you away.

“Aha!” Jungkook points an accusing finger at you. “You have the hots for him, don’t you?”

Your features melt, and Jimin tries to assuage the situation. “Jungkook, please don’t tell anyone,” he pleads.

Jungkook smiles at you. “That’s so cute. It’s like a little nerdy freshman crushing on the senior class president.”

You bury your head in your hands, suddenly unable to stomach any food.

“Jungkook,” Jimin’s tone becomes more firm, authoritative. “I’m asking you this as a friend. Please, don’t say anything.”

Jungkook holds his hands up to prove his innocence and waves his proverbial white flag.

“Secret is safe with me,” he promises. “But it’s cute. I know him really well, you know. I could try to hook you two up.”

You blanch, unsure if you want Jungkook saying anything about you to the man of your dreams.

“I’m good, but thanks,” you offer meekly. “I’m not feeling well. I’m going to head back to work, okay?”

Jimin frowns, knowing you’re feeling like a cornered animal, and nods. “Feel better, babe,” he sighs.

Jungkook watches as you leave and turns to Jimin. “Man, he’s way out of her league.”

Jimin slaps the boy in the chest. “Be nice, asshole, that’s my best friend.”

Jungkook promises to be nice, and Jimin is blissfully unaware that others are listening and that the man beside him is easy to persuade.

( present day )

The company-wide meeting adjourns soon after what is likely to be the most embarrassing moment you’ve ever lived through.

You’re grabbing at your things and trying to run out of the room, desperate to get out before anyone sees you or talks to you or laughs at you.

A hand grabs at the coattails of your suit jacket and you’re pulled backwards with a yelp. You turn to seek your captor and find the concerned face of your best friend, Jimin.

“Are you okay? What the fuck just happened?”

Jimin’s concern makes it all real. Until now you could pretend you were in a fugue state, totally dissociated from reality. Now, you realize that everyone in the entire company is aware of your crush on Kim Namjoon.

You can feel your bottom lip wobble, tears threatening to spill. Jimin murmurs an ‘oh shit’ and drags you out of the large room and into the nearest bathroom. He pushes you to sit against the sink and passes you toilet paper to dab at your eyes.

“I don’t know how she found out!” you cry. “God, I feel so stupid and embarrassed.”

It incenses Jimin. He’s holding it back to ensure you’re okay, but in reality, it’s an HR nightmare waiting to happen. He’ll find who did it and punish them accordingly.

They will suffer.

“It’s okay, babe,” he pulls you into a hug. “Everyone will forget about it soon. They’ll think it’s just a lame office joke, okay?”

You nod, feeling the slightest bit comforted by his words.

“How could she find out, Jiminie?” You ask with a sniffle. “You’re the only person who knows.”

Jimin sighs and shakes his head.

“I don’t know, but they’re dead. I haven’t told any-... oh, my god,” Jimin stops suddenly. You look up at him to catch what he’s thinking.

He growls and balls his fists.

“Jungkook knew.”

You let out a sob and bawl your eyes out into the tissue you’re holding. Jimin holds you tighter while he conjures up a hundred different ways to hurt someone and make it look like an accident.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin sighs, trying to comfort both you and himself. “I’m HR. I have to handle this. I’ll make sure they get what they deserve.”

You feel a sting of pain for Jimin. He’s been hopelessly doting on the man who spilled the beans for a few months now, even got to take him on a few dates. It was still nothing serious, but Jimin was clearly smitten.

“I’m sorry you have to do that, Chim,” you whisper. “I know how you feel about him.”

“Yeah, well,” he swallows thickly. “You’re more important than any asshole.”

Jimin holds you tight for a few minutes longer, before you clean yourself up and steel yourself. Ignore everyone, Jimin encourages. Just get to work, he says. Then you can go home and we’ll drink wine and forget about it all, he promises.

You replay his words in his head like a prayer as you walk down the corridors and towards your office. Everyone in the hallways stops to stare at you. They lean towards their friends and whisper. You hear snippets of their gossip, like “Namjoon” and “out of her league”. It drives the sharp blade lodged in your chest even further. It threatens to collapse your lungs and break your ribs.

You make it to your desk safe and sound and bury yourself in work and forcibly ignore the gawking and the stares.

Just make it home. Just get through the day. You’re almost there.

You could do this.

You nearly make it the entire day before running into the one person you didn’t want to see, Kim Namjoon.

At the end of the day, you’re taking the stairs down to the parking garage instead of the elevator. The elevator is too busy, too many people, and you’re trying to avoid the stares and giggles at your expense. The stairs are always deserted and you figure it’s your safest bet.

You can nearly hear the wine calling your name at home. A delicate glass of Sauvignon Blanc and some chocolate ice cream and a good cry—it sounds like the best and only way to unwind after the worst day you’ve ever had in your life.

The chanting of your name gets louder and you wonder if you’ve finally lost your mind—if you’re actually hearing your wine bottles all the way at home talking to you.

No, wait. The voice is real, and coming from behind you. You turn around to face who’s calling you and nearly faint at the sight.

Kim Namjoon stands on the landing above you, one strip of stairs between you.

“Hey!” He seems glad he’s caught you. “I’ve been calling your name for a minute.”

You swallow and search for an answer.

“Sorry, I’m-.. I guess I’m just a little out of it today.”

Namjoon grimaces.

“Yeah, about that…” he begins as he takes the steps down to be on equal ground as you. Your heart is spinning wildly. He’s so close to you. He’s talking to you. On any other day you’d be erupting towards the sky like a firework. But today isn’t any other day.

“I feel like I should apologize,” he states. “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t plan it or anything.”

Damn him and his kindness. Damn him and his cute, awkward smile.

“No, no,” you assure. “I know you didn’t. You don’t have to apologize.”

It’s hard to make eye contact with the man. You want to, know it’s important in intense conversations like this, but the thought of him seeing you—really seeing you makes you ache inside.

“It was a really shitty prank,” he begins. “I’m sure you don’t even know who I am, let alone have a crush on me.”

For the millionth time that day, your face heats to a near boil. You stammer and you’re sure you’ve blown any chance at even thinking about a date with Namjoon.

“Oh, uh, right,” you seek an answer, beg your brain to pick something to say that doesn’t make you sound stupid. “I do.”

“You do what?” He’s confused and you widen your eyes at what just left your mouth.

“I do know you! I mean, I do have a crush on you! Oh, fuck,” you shove your face into your hands. “Please, ignore that. I need to go. Sorry!” You don’t give him a chance to reply, you book it out of the stairway as fast as your heels will take you.

Today was the worst day you’ve suffered through in your life.

The next few days aren’t much better.

Not only are you “coffee girl”, you’re now also sarcastically called “Namjoon’s girl”. As much as you hate your initial title, you’d prefer it to the new one they throw at you as you walk by.

Jimin rats out Jungkook and Chungha to the bosses. They get two weeks probation and they have to write you apology letters if they wish to keep their permanent files clean of any reprimands. It’s a slap on the wrist, and everyone involved knows it. Jimin is furious and wants the boss to reconsider. You tell him not to push it. You’d rather this be over and everyone to forget it even happened. Jimin unwillingly agrees.

You’re working at your desk, earphones shoved in your ears to diffuse the gossip in the room, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn and are greeted with the face of Judas Iscariot himself, Jeon Jungkook.

“Hi,” he sounds sheepish, cheeks reddening.

You narrow your eyes at him, sharper than steel. “What the fuck do you want?”

He winces, knowing he deserved that. “Well, I just wanted to apologize. I know they told me to write you a letter, but it seems too impersonal…”.

You can’t believe Jungkook is sucking his ego up and actually coming to you to apologize. You thought he’d for sure be the one to cop out and send a shitty letter.

He continues.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry that all went down. I didn’t mean to tell her. She got me drunk and said she saw me eating lunch with you and Jimin. I think she was jealous or something and it slipped out. I know that’s not an excuse. I fucked up your trust and Jimin’s trust. But I just wanted you to know I didn’t do it to be an asshole. She sort of duped me.”

You pause as you take in the man’s apology. He didn’t have to come to you in person. He could have easily taken the shitty route and half-assed a letter to you. But he didn't, and he owned up to his mistake. God dammit.

“I appreciate your apology, Jungkook,” you sigh and you see his body visibly relax. “I’m still mad, but I guess the anger is at her for doing it in the first place. I’m sorry she tricked you.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and kneels down beside you. “I’m really happy you believe me. I was worried you were going to kick me in the nuts.

“I won’t lie, I thought about it.”

He smiles with you, and you feel like this is the restart of a friendship. “I definitely deserved it.”

You shrug and smile. “Jimin would kill me for hurting you. He might even kill me for thinking about hurting you.”

Jungkook’s smile drops at the name of your best friend. Yikes. Looks like there’s still trouble in paradise.

“I think you’d be in similar company with Jimin right now. He’s not speaking to me.”

You let out a breath through your nose. “Yeah, he’s a little protective of me.”

“For good reason,” he admits. “You’re like a cute little flower. A cute nerdy flower.”

“Jungkook,” you warn. “I just forgave you after I was humiliated in front of the entire company. I’d be careful with calling me nerdy right now.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

It’s hard to stay mad at the boy, no matter how much you dislike his reputation around the office. The fact that he humbled himself enough to seek you out and apologize is proof enough to you of his character.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. I forgive you,” you smile. “Thank you for apologizing.”

He rubs the back of his neck anxiously as his cheeks flare red.

“Yeah, it felt pretty shitty to just… do anything else. Plus, you seem really cool.”

“You seem great, too, Jungkook.”

He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, catching you off guard. For the fuckboy type, he’s surprisingly sensitive and soft. You like that about him.

“I’ll see you around, okay?” He says as he pulls away from you.

“Maybe you should apologize to Jimin, too?”

His smile drops, but he nods anyway. “Yeah, maybe I’ll go find him now.”

“Good luck,” you offer with a pat on his shoulder.

With a sad smile, he turns and heads down the hallway towards the HR department. You pray Jimin shows mercy to the handsome boy.

A few weeks go by, and you’re sure that everyone has forgotten about you and your most embarrassing moment to date. You make the coffee, you calculate the numbers, everyone ignores you. Things return to relative normalcy.

Until it doesn't. The moment you think you're safe is the moment your guard comes down and everything falls apart around you.

It's when you're in the staff kitchen, grinding fresh beans to brew a second pot of coffee, that it happens.

The kitchen is fuller than usual. You normally try to wait until the lunchtime crowd dwindles and leaves to make your second pot, but you're so desperate for the caffeine that you can't find it in you to care.

You trudge into the kitchen with your handy coffee mug clutched in your tired hands and head towards the cupboards to grind up the beans.

There's a few groups of coworkers lingering in the room, and as your grinder whirs the beans around into a powder, you chance a look around to see who's among the crowd.

Your eyes flick immediately to where a hearty laugh erupts. It makes your heart still in your throat. Namjoon sits with his usual crowd of friends, hand gripping a homemade sandwich while the other assists him in telling his story to his friends. He pays you no mind—why would he?—and you can't help but stare at the way his dark brown hair lays perfectly against his forehead, and his eyes crinkle so cutely at the edges when he smiles.

You nearly forget about the coffee grounds—you're snapped out of your Namjoon-induced trance when suddenly a woman's laugh echoes around the room.

"Look at her," the voice states.

You peer up and see a girl you vaguely recognize. Is she from Marketing? Or perhaps Sales? You’re not sure, but she’s staring at you with a sneer.

“She’s so weirdly obsessed with Namjoon. It’s so creepy.”

Your face turns cherry red and you’re sure your lungs stop functioning. The air your body needs to breathe freezes and your chest aches.

Namjoon turns to look at the girl before he looks and sees you grasping your coffee grounds tightly.

“Chungha was right—it’s so weird. Namjoon, you should talk to HR about this!”

Namjoon turns back to the gossiping coworker and frowns. “Can you leave it alone? She wasn’t even doing anything.”

The girl huffs and crosses her arms over her chest and looks back at Namjoon.

“How can you stand to be in the same room as her? She clearly thinks she has a chance with you.”

Her words come out like a bite. She punctuates her point with a harsh laugh and the group around her mumbles and chuckles in agreement.

You’re desperately grabbing at anything you can, wanting to leave as quickly as possible before you’re embarrassed further.

“Well, she does!” Namjoon replies loudly, annoyance written in his features. “I was actually going to ask her to dinner this weekend in private, but since everyone is so fucking interested in my love life, I have to do it publicly.”

The room falls silent, and your favorite mug falls out from your hands and shatters on the floor. All sets of eyes stare at you while yours widen with disbelief—you don't even care that you’re standing in a pool of old coffee and shattered ceramic.

Namjoon stands and heads over to you, bending down to pick up the shards of your coffee mug. You take a few stunted breaths to kneel and help.

His eyes peer into yours. They’re warm—a chocolate brown color that makes you feel safe.

“What do you say?” He asks with a smile so gentle it nearly breaks your heart. “Will you let me take you out this weekend?”

You’re gaping like a fish and the surrounding room is silent—bated breath waiting for your reply.

“Yes, I would l-love that.”

His smile turns even brighter, and he stands to throw the broken mug away.

“I’ll email you the details, okay?”

Your head nods dumbly without thinking. His eyes sparkle as he smiles at you, and he extends his hand down to you to assist you off the floor. As your hand slips into his, you can’t help but feel how soft and strong he feels. You wonder what his hand would feel like caressing your face, smoothing down the expanse of your bare back, running down the length of your body.

The thoughts shake out of you as he winks and kisses your hand gently, causing the gossiping coworker to grunt her disapproval and for murmurs of shock to echo around the room.

“I’ll talk to you later, doll.” Namjoon winks at you before he grabs his sandwich and leaves the room, gesturing to his crew to follow along.

The place on your hand felt warm where his lips once lingered. You no longer cared about the angry glares from the rest of your coworkers. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, and you leave the kitchen nearly floating on cloud nine.

Email from: Kim Namjoon

Sent: 3:06 pm

Subject: Hey good lookin ;)

Hey!

Just wanted to see how you are! I’m sorry about what happened at lunchtime. That was super petty and uncalled for. I really wanted to ask you out, and I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much by doing it in front of everyone.

I was wondering if you’d like to go out this Friday night after work? Say around 7? If you send me your address, I’ll pick you up.

Let me know!

Xoxo, Joon

You’re sure if you weren’t sitting in your tiny cubicle, you’d be screaming your lungs out.

The second the notification of the email came through, direct from the man of your desires himself, your body froze.

You re-read the message, over and over and over.

The winky emoji, the xoxo, the nickname ‘joon’. It’s all so much and makes the grin on your face threaten to split your lips in half.

Your fingers press the “FWD” button and you quickly send the message to Jimin, before you stand demurely, attempting to give off an air of professional confidence. You need to talk to Jimin, now.

As soon as you’re out of the eyesight of suspicious coworkers, you bolt down the hallway towards Human Resources. Your high heels click loudly on the tiled floor, but the sound doesn’t even register in your mind. All you can think about is Namjoon, the email, the press of his lips on your hand, the way his smile made you feel as if you could fly.

The door to HR swings open with your tight grip around the doorknob, and you open your mouth to call to Jimin, the lone employee, when you’re startled by the sight ahead of you.

Jimin sits on the edge of his expansive desk with his arms thrown around Jungkook’s neck and is clearly engaged in a deep, sensual kiss. At the sound of the door opening, they quickly break apart, with matching cherry red blushes on their cheeks and mused hair.

“Oh, shit,” you gasp.

The men are silent and you can’t help but giggle after a moment passes. “I’ll take it you two made up?”

Jungkook flashes you a dopey grin, one that gives you an answer, while Jimin smirks haughtily.

“Jungkook and I were just discussing, umm… his 401k.”

Jungkook looks at the blonde boy for a moment, confused, before he gets it. “Yeah! Totally. Retirement. Love to t-talk about it?”

You laugh out loud and walk towards the couple.

“I’m sure it was a titillating discussion,” you tease. “I have good news though, if it’s okay to interrupt this retirement planning session.”

Jimin nods and Jungkook rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I guess I should leave?”

“It’s okay,” you smile. “I trust you.”

Jungkook smiles as if he’s just won the lottery. He looks between you and Jimin, face pure and excited like a puppy.

“What’s up?” Jimin asks as he moves to sit down at his desk.

“I forwarded you an email. Read it.”

Jimin nods and logs on to his posh computer, scrolling and clicking before narrowing his eyes and reading.

“Oh, my god.” Jimin’s face is shocked—it's written all over his features. “Namjoon asked you out?!”

Jungkook’s child-like grin turns into one of shock himself. He runs around to stand behind Jimin, eyes seeking over the words of the email.

“Well, hot damn,” Jungkook whistles. “He asked her out.”

Jimin exchanges a look with Jungkook, one that you’re not sure you can read. It quickly slips your mind, however, as you’re more focused on the task at hand.

“Can you come over tonight after work and help me pick out something to wear?” You ask excitedly.

Jimin smiles at you, a touch of sadness in his eyes, before he nods.

“Of course, babe,” he assures. “We’ll make sure you look nice and hot for the date with Mr. Kim.”

“Thank you!” You squeal as you wrap your arms around your best friend. He hugs you back before you scurry out of the office and back to your cubicle, itching to reply to the message.

Jimin sighs as the door to his office closes behind you.

“Kook, please don’t tell me he’s going to break her heart. He’s asking her out to make himself feel better about this, isn’t he?”

Jungkook slips his hand into Jimin’s and squeezes.

“I’ll find out, baby.”

Jimin smiles and nods appreciatively at the boy, before leaning up and kissing him.

Jungkook smiles against his lips, and is determined to ensure the young HR specialist never hates him again, even if he has to go behind his hyung’s back to ensure his new boyfriend’s happiness.

Jungkook has one mission now, and that’s ensuring Namjoon takes you on the greatest date known to man.

He grills Jimin with questions about what you like over dinner one night. Jimin finds it endearing that Jungkook is so eager to rectify his mistakes, but he still can’t help but worry that Namjoon is doing this to save face—not because he actually likes you.

“So, what does she like doing?” Jungkook asks as he spins his pasta around his chopsticks idly.

Jimin smiles as he takes a bite of the ramen Jungkook has thoughtfully prepared for their stay-at-home date.

“I’ve told you already! She’s easy to figure out.” Jimin pats Jungkook’s hand gently. “She loves cooking and baking, working out, daydreaming about Namjoon.”

“Cooking, hm,” Jungkook looks thoughtful as he takes a bite. “I think Namjoon can work with that. I’ll let him know!”

Jimin tries to hide the anxiety brewing in his stomach. He’s had to plaster on a fake smile for you while you tried on different outfits, wondering which will be the one to finally convince Namjoon he is the one for you. It’s hard to fake it around his boyfriend, too—but something tugs in his stomach that flares the cynical side of him.

Namjoon went from not knowing of your existence, to watching you get publicly embarrassed in a matter of minutes. While Namjoon isn’t a terrible guy, Jimin knows he doesn’t like anything to tarnish the gentleman reputation he’s built in the office. And as much as Jimin likes him, and surely likes his friend Jungkook, he can’t help but feel skeptical.

Jungkook hurriedly pulls out his phone and types away, letting his elder friend know of what he’s found out. Jimin swallows his food, and his pride, and hopes to god his growing cynicism is wrong.

Friday comes slower than you’d like. You wake up every day during the week, one day closer, and your eagerness hits peak levels. Namjoon sees you in the hallways during the week and winks at you, hands shoved in his tight slacks that make you salivate.

He emails you again Thursday afternoon, confirming things and getting your address. You reply in nanoseconds, uncaring how overeager you come off.

By the time your alarm clock rings on Friday morning, you’ve already been awake for 4 hours.

All you can do is daydream about the date, the way his hand fits into yours, the warmth of his eyes when he smiles at you.

It’s what fuels you through work.

You hope to god the numbers you’re attempting to work during the day come out right, because your mind is elsewhere for more than most of the day. There isn’t enough coffee in the world, but also your body feels as if you’ve overdosed on caffeine already.

The clock eeks towards 5:00 pm and you’re bolting out the door at 4:56 to head home and get ready for your date.

Jimin attempts to meet you before you leave, but your desk is cold and empty by the time he gets there.

He sighs and heads back towards his office to gather his things, waving bye to various coworkers as they file out of the corporate building.

He turns the corner towards his office but stops in his tracks as he sees Namjoon’s back to him, phone pressed to his ear.

“Baby, I’ll come over later tonight, okay?” Namjoon speaks into the phone.

Jimin feels his heart fall into the pit of his stomach. He retreats and hides behind a wall, ear carefully peeled to listen to the tall man’s conversation.

“I’m going on this date with that chick from work,” he sighs. “It won’t last more than a few hours. Poor girl has a crush on me and you know the usual assholes won’t leave her alone.”

Jimin bites his lip and clenches his fist. Namjoon thinks he means well, but he knows his suspicions have been confirmed, and he’s torn inside. He wants to tell you, to warn you not to get too invested in the man, but he also has no interest in popping the bubble you’ve been in since the day he asked you out.

Jimin lets it simmer for now. He decides he’ll monitor Namjoon and cut things off if it appears the man strings you along for fun.

Namjoon finishes his phone call with a promise to see whoever is on the other end of the phone later that night, and Jimin quickly pulls out his phone and fakes a conversation with no one when he hears the man approach.

“Oh, Kookie,” Jimin giggles, leaning against the wall casually. “I can’t wait to see you tonight, either, babe.”

Namjoon walks towards Jimin and makes eye contact with the HR specialist.

“Bye, Kook! See you tonight, baby.” Jimin finishes up the fake phone call as Namjoon arrives next to him, and he plasters on his best fake smile.

“Congrats on you and Jungkook,” he speaks sincerely.

Jimin hates how nice he is, hates that he’s a nice guy who gets too wrapped up in his own good looks and reputation.

“Thanks, Namjoon,” Jimin smiles uneasily. “You too! Have fun on your date tonight.”

Namjoon’s face lights up and Jimin desperately wishes he could go back in time to 30 seconds ago, before he heard the conversation, and believe that Namjoon truly wanted to date you.

“Thanks, should be fun, huh?” He winks and nudges Jimin, before he waves a goodbye and continues out the door.

Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials the number of his boyfriend.

“Hey, baby. We’ve got a problem.”

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essapedstom · 2 years ago

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Part 8. (2)

Whether it was intentional or not you were his ma- you were a woman of the clan That was not acceptable, in the slightest. Your free elbow swung forward with such force, as it swung back hitting him in his stomach, you felt the vibration in your shoulder. The sudden shocked of being extremely winded caused Rälek to let go of your wrist and stumble backwards holding his abdomen in pain, struggling to catch a breath. You turned your body immediately swinging your arm yielding the knife backwards to swipe at his face, when he leaned back barely missing the sharp blade falling on his tail chest still heaving. You walked over to the boy planning on striking him right then and there. As you came to stand over him he kicked his leg up striking you in the stomach using all his strength, struggling to breath correctly, making you tumble backwards before you immediately got up running again tossing your self on top of him as your free hand snatched at his throat, squeezing it hard as your other hand holding the knife took the cold object slicing a small cut into his cheek allowing the blood trapped underneath to drip down his face. You got up from him letting his throat go by throwing it to the side. As if everyone had waited, loud cheers erupted from the warriors, cheering your name and applauding, impressed by your skill. "YEAHHHHHHHH Y/N" Lo'ak called out, hands around his mouth, jumping up and down like the other warriors. "YORA'TU, Y/N!" (winner, your name) Jake called out, not being able to hide the smile that snuck its way onto his face. Everyone cheered except Rälek who stood up in shame, clearly angry, without looking at you he left the pit making his way over to his friends who waited to comfort him. Squinting at the bright sun that you finally felt burning your flesh, you looked up to see Lo'ak but instead making eye contact with the one person who wasn't cheering or applauding you, Neteyam. He stood there still, perfectly still, arms folded across his chest as the sun highlighted his muscles the muscles that gracefully toned his biceps and upper chest. And that smell, radiating off him like a poison, You quickly looked over to Lo'ak flashing him a smile before your hand rushed to your face feeling the wound on your cheek that stung as you smiled. You exited the pit having all your fellow warriors come up to you and pat you on the back or hug you out of sheer admiration which you hugged back. As Jake gave you a strong pat on the shoulder congratulating you, you noticed Neteyam was no where to be found, like he was disappeared. Your skin where eyebrows would be furrowed in confusion but quick straightened out as you felt someone come up from behind you picking you up off your feet making your legs wiggle in the air. "PUT ME DOWN LO!" You chuckled throwing your head back. He dropped you down poking at your stomach once you had turned to face him. "Stop it!" you teased swatting his hand away joining him in laughing. Before it would slip your mind and the scent was still strong you asked. "Hey can you smell that?" The laughter dying from your voice slowly. Lo'ak pretended to sniff the air before looking back at you face serious, "Yeah i can." "the smell of YOUR VICTORY!" He joked grabbing your arms pulling them up into the air like you were a boxing champion. You laughed pulling your arm back down before sighing and facing away from the boy looking into the crowd to see if you could find the missing boy. What the fuck was that smell? you tried to brush it off joining the group of warriors who huddled in front of Jake listening to his words before he dismissed them for the day.

Time skip

to later on in the day~

The hot, blazing sun tinted your blue skin slightly darker as you wash off the sweat that rested against your body from your tiring day. The hums and buzzes of different creatures soothing your mind nearly distracting you from the split of your cheek, nearly. You dipped your body all the way into the water leaving only your head poking out of the water before straightening your legs and moving your body backwards so you were floating on your back now the cool water swarming your the back of your scalp where your already healed stitches were. Once you felt you were clean enough you left the clear pond putting on your top and loin cloth back on and making your way back into the village. Coming into the village you'd seen your younger brothers playing with Tuk, chasing eachothers tails. You smiled at the innocent child play as you walked past them not wanting to distract them from having fun. Stepping onto a large branch you began to reach and pull yourself up from the different stems before you reached your hut which sat near the top of the home tree.

You walked up to the flap opening it very quietly but not intentionally before walking to where your hammock hung still. As you were to call out for your mom, you heard voices. Your ears perked at the sound of jakes voice, what was he doing here? You began to step where it was coming from walking over to the big curtain that hung over the sitting area separating it from the hammocks. "How are we sure he doesn't know?" You heard your mother ask, "It was discussed barely private ma jake." Neytiri said agreeing with your mother. You stopped footsteps quiet, holding your breath in your lungs, "Se'ayla (your mothers name) They are to be of age very very soon..."

You head snapped over to flap that flew open with a gust of wind revealing your siblings running back to the hut laughing and playing. Not wanting to get caught eaves dropping which you knew was wrong you took large as-quiet-as-possible steps towards the flap outside, stopping your younger brothers from entering. "Hey hey, where are we going? where's tuk?" You asked them heart slightly agitated hoping you hadn't been caught.

"soon, Neteyam is already 19, Y/N is 18, they'll be made aware of their mating soon." Jake said trying to calm down your mother and Neytiri who were sure Neteyam already knew due to his outburst that morning.

"That is if he does not already know." Your mother said again, now looking at her husband who looked at jake. Neytiri huffed turning to face her husband who also shared glances with Ta'achi. (your father)

"Sa'nu said lu win." (mother said be fast). Sezan explained looking up at you with his big yellow eyes. "I didn't want to leave!" Lorno said clearly expressing his cute crush on tuk. "Shhhhh fnu." (quiet) "I will take you back to play with her, come on." You explained trying to keep hush so your parents didn't hear you. As you dragged your two younger brothers further down the home tree Sezan called out. "Tsmukeeeee, (sister) Tuk has gone home too!" You stopped in your steps slightly annoyed they didn't mention that earlier. You huffed making your decision and deciding to still take them, only to the sullys hut.

As the three of you made your way, Lorno was clearly excited to spend more time with the young girl. "you won today." Sezan said calmly walking beside you watching his twin brother run and skip in front of him. You looked down at him with a puzzled expression before it clicked he was talking about the match earlier that day, "How do you know?" You asked touching your slit under your eye, feeling for any blood. "Tuk told Lorno." "And who told Tuk?" "Lo'ak." You huffed out a small laugh, "sran, (yeah) i did."

Your younger brother looked up at you, as if to admire your strength that he had not even seen. "sìltsan." (well done) you laughed again this time aloud, you had never received praise from your siblings since Tl'ezan, which warmed your heart.

You looked away from your brother running your fingers across his arm. Looking up you were already infront of the sully hut, Lorno had already entered. "Ugh" a groan excreted from your stomach through your throat as you sped up to also join him.

You pushed the flap open gently, contrasting to Lornos large entrance. You held it open allowing Sezan to go in before you under your arm. You stepped in meeting eyes with Kiri who you had left that morning. "Y/N!" The girl exclaimed, running over to you throwing her arms over your shoulders. "Hi ki'" You sighed snaking your arms around her abdomen hugging her back tightly. Like clockwork, the scent returned, this time almost strangling your senses, your grip on kiri tightened afraid you would pass out. As you were doing so, Sezan followed Lorno to where he followed Tuk. She sat blackmailing her older brother for Eywa knows what he did this time, The three people behind the curtain soon became five as Lorno and Sezan joined. "LORNO SEZ, YOU'RE BACK!" Tuk practically screamed causing Tsahìk who was also home to call out what the matter was. You all laughed as kiri yelled back explaining to her. From behind the curtain two figures appeared, Lo'ak who was stressing on what to bribe his younger sister with and Neteyam who laughed at his brother.

They both paused in their tracks when they saw you. "Y/NN (your nickname), Oh no sorry 'Champion', what are you doing here?" He said walking up to you before bowing down as you rolled your eyes laughing, pushing his shoulders.

Kiri laughed at his action also rolling her eyes finding her way back to her seat on the floor. You made brief eye contact with Neteyam, the scent still buzzing like a bee but inside your body. Your eyes traveling down to his knuckles that seemed to have a red tint to them, that had tried to be washed off.

neteyams pov

After the match had finished, he'd seen Rälek storming off with his army of 2 behind him before ushering them away. He clearly found the defeat painful. As he walked further and further into the empty forest, murmuring different things and profanities, Neteyam followed. As he got closer behind the boy his heart quickened as he began to hear it in his ears. The image of him slightly rubbing himself against you during the match, flashed in his mind. Not being able to keep quiet for any longer as his breath became ragged and louder he called out. "Rälek." The boy stopped turning around slowly, recognising the voice. "Ah son of Olo'eyktan, what can i do for you." He mocked, a grin playing his lips. Neteyam glared at the boy stepping closer to him, "Next time in a match i need you to not get so excited." Neteyam gritted trying to remain calm, referring to his bulge.

Rälek mentally recapped before finally remembering the moment he made himself less of a man. "Why, did your little girlfriend like it?" He questioned stepping up to Neteyam, closing the small gap that was between them. "Did she like my cock on her a-" Before Rälek could even finish the sentence Neteyam had landed a firm punch to his already busted cheek. And another, and another, pummelling the boys face like you had before but only ten times worse. He continued punching until the sounds of gurgling could be heard snapping him out of his rage induced trance. He looked down at the boy under him, face almost unrecognisable. His chest rising with every deep breath he took to calm himself down. He got up from the boy looking down on him. "If you touch her, or any other girl in the clan like that again, I will cut it off." He spat to the psychotic being that laid, face all bloody. He smiled to the best of his ability despite being in agony. "Is- is that a th-threat?" He asked spitting blood, interrupting his speech.

"It is a promise."

Neteyam left the boy there and went to a nearby pond where he tried to wash the blood off his fists and that splattered on his chest, face and upper arms. He couldn't pretend he didn't understand why he felt this way towards you, he knew why. But why did it have to be you, out of the hundreds of girls in the clan it had to be you, the one he hated. Or thought he hated. He felt an almost possessiveness over you, almost angry at his father for allowing that skxawng (idiot) put his hands on you, almost angry at himself for allowing it and not protesting to his dad. Almost. But he wasn't, you weren't his and he wasn't yours, yet, but he had to find a way to make his parents and yours see that the two of you weren't made for one another.

After washing off to the best of his ability he got out of the pond, and made the walk down to his family's hut. As he entered he heard his younger sister yelling at her other older brother as he pleaded with her to not say anything. He looked at kiri confused before she shrugged, laughing, paying her attention back to the bracelet she was making. He walk up to the source of noise pulling the curtain back to see Tuk sat on the hammocks as Lo'ak stood infront of her hands on his head. "Tuk com-" He stopped in his words looking at his brother, eyes widening as he knew it was over for him then and there. "Neteyam! Neteyam!" Tuk called out getting off her back and to her feet to get to her older brother. " No Tuk stop it!" Lo'ak said trying to pull her away from him. "Let her go Lo'" He said calmly. "Yeah let go bitch!" The younger girl called out squirming in her brothers grasp. Neteyams eyes widened at the use of his little sisters vulgar language that could've only been learnt in a specific place, from a specific mouth. His head snapped towards Lo'ak who was already ready with an excuse. "Bro, i didn't even say it to her, i- i was saying it to kiri." That didn't ease the situation as neteyams eyes became even wider. "Because- because she wouldn't help me close the bracelet she made me!" He tried to protest. "Lo'ak seriously." Neteyam scoffed looking down at his younger brother who looked at him in hopes to gain sympathy. He looked down back at Tuk sighing, What do you want Tuktuk?" He asked knowing the only way she could be quiet and never repeat that word was by getting what she wanted. "What bro that-" Lo'ak tried to argue. "Lo" Neteyam warned, earning an eye roll and huff from his younger brother. "I want Lo'ak to do all my chores!" Her tiny voice declared. "Tuk you don't have any chores." Neteyam reminded her making Lo'ak stick his tongue out at her. "Well my future chores, that mom or dad give me AND i want your yovo fruit after dinner for 2 weeks!" She cried out happy with her last request. "What Neteya- No Tuk that's not fair tell her Neteyam tell her i'm not doing that Tuk come- "

As Lo'ak rambled on about how it was unfair and Tuk argued back the strong smell of helicordian (his favourite flower) wafted into the hut. His surroundings became a blur as his body focused on the scent, trying to inhale every last bit of it. He felt his heart get heavier as he was snapped out of it by the voices of Lorno and Tuk. "Ughhhh" Lo'ak groaned out of anger knowing his sister had won that argument before throwing the curtain aside and stepping into the living room, Neteyam followed.

The boys anger dissipated as he saw his best friend saying whatever corny joke came to his head. He walked over to where you and kiri stood, the smell exuding from your body, pulling him in. As he finally made his way over his eyes landed on your cheek, fuelling him with more irritation, you shouldn't look like that. He thought as he noticed your eyes moving down to his fists, which he thought he was cleaned pretty well. Clearly not.

The four of you sat in an irregular circle shape, kiri had given you a pile of beads and different strings that you could weave together to make beautiful bracelets. You all talked, well Kiri and Lo'ak spoke to you and neteyam vice versa and to spoke eachother, but you and neteyam had not a single word spoken between you. It was awkward but as awkward as it would've been if Ki and Lo weren't there. His gaze hung on you longer than it needed to, watching your hands that fiddle with the different pieces of string, creating beautiful patterns. Trying not to just pull you and smell the surface of your skin wishing he could go deeper. It was as if the closer you were the more he felt, and he hated you for it, why are you making him feel this way, you had no right. Unbeknownst to him, you also struggled to hold conversation with your best friends as his smell plagued your conscious, disturbing your thought process, it was absolutely draining.

As the younger ones played and you all continued in talking and joking around, making fun of Lo'aks bracelet which he had yet to close, Tsahìk entered the sitting area. "Hi grandma!" Tuk called out before continuing to play with the boys who also greeted Tsahìk. The four of you looked at the older woman whom you all looked up to. "Hi grandma" Kiri said with her gentle voice standing up to hug her, even thought they had been in the same vicinity kiri loved her, feeling as thought he grandmother really understood her and her every thought. Mo'at hugged the girl back with one arm the other hanging down to ruffle Lo'aks hair who was still sitting, smiling at the contact. You all stood listening to what the elder had to stay. "No sit, I only need Y/N." You werent shocked as before everything Tsahìk would take you a show you some of her ways. The rest of them sat resuming to their previous tasks as you left your bracelet and things quickly saying bye as you followed the woman into her side of the hut.

As you entered you saw the different herbs and oils laid out in a random order which you knew was incorrect. "Y/N. Come sit." She gestured as you followed sitting in front of her the materials inbetween the two of you. "Are you okay Tsahìk? Why have you laid them out like this?" You asked placing a hand on her shoulder leaning forward slightly motioning to them with your free hand. Mo'at hid a small smirk, pleased with the fact that you could already tell what was wrong with her order. "Oh yes i feel quite dizzy." She lied, deepening her breath to exaggerate her performance. "Oh Mo'at i'm so sorry, Come lay." You said gently allowing her to lie down underneath the woven mat placing cloth under her head to act as a pillow. She sighed contently, knowing you knew what to do next. You grabbed the medium sized leaf and yellow oil that sat at the top of the arranged materials knowing it should be in the middle due to its effectiveness. You

placed your hand on her forehead feeling around, you didn't know exactly how but it was as if you could feel how she was feeling, just the slightest amount, and she felt fine. Not ill, not lightheaded, she felt fine. However, you still smeared the oil across her forehead and abdomen, before tearing the leaf into two, putting one on her forehead and the other directly ontop of the oil on her stomach. The words flowed out of your mouth like smooth honey.

"Tsunslu Eywa lu ngeyä tìfyawìntxu ne fpomtokx"

(May Eywa be your guidance to health.)

The Tsahìk closed her eyes, opening her mouth, "You'd make a perfect Tsahìk one day." Your breath fell short, as you were unable to make any words she opened her eyes looking back at you. "You will my dear." She comforted noticing your almost shocked look. "Thank you Tsahìk, but that is a heavy duty one must carry; to be trusted and utilised by all the clan is not a position i wish to obtain at the moment," You said to her eyes narrowing trying to read her face.

She looked into your eyes intensely but lovingly, "you made me feel better hì'i oe." (little i/me). You chuckled at the nick name removing the leaves off her and using a cloth to wipe down the oil.

As Mo'at corrected your finger technique amongst many other things a question for her popped into your head. "Tsahìk."

"Call me Grandmother, eveng" (child). You smiled at the name, starting again. "Grandmother, have you ever smelt something, not just smelling it but it being everywhere and you cannot rid yourself of it. And everytime it is around you lose focus of what you were doing?" You rambled hoping she would give you an answer.

Immediately the elder knew what you were talking of, yet she didn't know it was happening so early, so young. "Oh my dear, this i have not heard of." She lied again touching your shoulder. "Would you like to talk of it?" She asked following your gaze which looked down at your crossed legs. You shook your head already embarrassed you seemed crazy infront of Tsahìk. She tsk rubbing your shoulder now telling you to not fret and that it would most likely go away. You nodded getting back to the lesson.

After what felt like hours of her questioning you on different healing techniques as well as to give advice to those who come looking for guidance, eclipse began to close in, your eyes becoming heavy. "Well done Y/N you have completed for today." She praised rubbing your back with Yalnabark like she promised for your small cuts from the match. You turned to face as she rubbed some on the slit in your cheek. "For today?" you asked as you also winced at the contact. "I would like you to return in 2 days after the match with the other young Tsakarem." (Tsahìks in training) You looked at her nodding your head, you knew you wouldn't be next Tsahìk but clearly Mo'at liked spending time with you so you didn't mind coming back. "Kìyevame Tsahìk, Irayo." (see you soon tsahìk, thank you) You thanked as you left her side of the hut coming out to see your father talking to Jake as he had come to pick up the three of you.

His eyes landed on you, smiling instantly. You heart was normal, that meant that hadn't caught you eaves dropping. "Hey Y/N." Jake called out waving over to you. "Hello Olo'eyktan." You responded bring your head from your forehead to the centre of your chest and then hugging your father. "I was just telling Ta'achi (your fathers name) about how well your training went today!" You couldn't hold back the smile that was breaking through your lips. "So proud of my tsamsiyu!" Your dad said hugging you even tighter before you hissed due to the pressure on your back which was still covered in cuts and slightly dried yalnabark. He let you go apologising as you all laughed. You looked back at your two brothers who slept on the floor with Tuk drool all over their faces. Your dad sighed before walking over to his two sons carrying the two of them in his large arms still asleep, You both bid Jake farewell before leaving the tent. As you were leaving you looked behind you seeing the shadows of Neytiri, Kiri, Lo'ak, and Neteyam knowing they were getting in trouble as Tuk repeated the word she had heard from her brother in front of her parents now all of them before she fell asleep now they were getting into trouble. You laughed turning your head to catch up with your father, knowing they would have a story to tell you tomorrow.

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sorry hi i know that was really long and maybe annoying to read but i hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing it xx

i won't be writing the translations for words like:

Syulang: flower

Irayo : thank you

Skxawng: idiot/ moron

Fnu: quiet

Se'ayla: your moms name

Ta'achi: your dads name

Oeyä ite: my daughter

Rutxe: Please

Sa'nu: mother

Sempu: father

anymore because they're just so long and i use them often hopefully you remember them! sorry

wc: 14k

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homosexual-fast-dancer · 3 years ago

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Tintin x opera singer! Reader perhaps? Been deprived of Tintin x readers lately aaa

Of course! Thank you for requesting! I have decided to make the reader British for this, hope you don't mind :)

Tintin with Opera Singer S/O

Tintin was never big on the opera scene, god knows how he hated listening to Bianca screeches it’s just that he was less forthcoming with his feelings on the matter than a certain sailor he knows

So when he was invited by a member of nobility in congratulations of helping them track down the queens missing silver necklace he was rather hesitant to accept, but after much deliberation he decided it would be rude to refuse and accepted the proposal

Haddock complained throughout the show, of course he did, but Tintin didn’t lend him an ear or rather couldn’t as he was far too transfixed on the beautiful opera singer performing on stage, her voice soft and sweet in its way, greatly complimenting her looks

“Say, would you happen to know the name of the mademoiselle performing tonight?” He asked with the slightest amount of hesitance, now that the show was over he had a strong want, no a strong need to talk to her, to know if her personality was just as fascinating and amazing as her looks and singing capabilities

“Well, her name is-” the nobleman began but was interrupted by a softer voice talking over his, “Good sir, my name is (Y/n).”

This startled Tintin and so he turned around to look at the woman that only moments ago seemed so far away but now so close, maybe a little too close as if you were any closer your noses would have been touching and maybe even something directly under your noses

The proximity of your faces made Tintin step back while also trying to calm himself down enough so that he face wouldn’t resemble the far right side of his country's own flag

“Ah, well Miss (Y/n) I just want to compliment you on a truly terrific show, my name is Tintin but the way, you made have heard of me” he said starting to get cocky to which you smirked and raised an eyebrow at him, “if not that’s fine of course, actually you probably haven’t I doubt Belgium newspapers really circulate around here and I’m sure even if they did that you would be far too busy with your work to read them and- I am rambling, aren’t I? Gosh, this is a bad first impression and not to mention how out of character this is for me.”

Yet much to his confusion and somewhat delight you were lightly laughing to yourself charmed by his adorable demeanour, you figured that he did not interact much with woman but even you were having a hard time not fawning over him, “Well, Tintin sir, I must admit I have been a fan of your work for a while, the way you write it always grips my imagination and never lets go.”

Ever since your first interaction and Tintin had to return to Belgium you and he had been writing letters to each other, and every time he was called back to England he always made time to spend with you, of course Haddock also questioned this and in some ways he must have realised Tintin's feelings for you before even Tintin himself did

Yet, over that time he himself had also learnt that he loved not only your singing and appearance but also your wit, grace, and humour, your personality was truly fascinating to him both parts masculine and feminine truly like no other girl he had ever met before

And with one of these visits back he decided to finally be bold about his feelings and finally confess to you how he truly saw you, yet Tintin was also deeply nervous about confronting you with his feelings and so he raised his fist to your door before immediately pulling it back

He repeated this a few times before Snowy had had enough of waiting for his master to tell her and wandered away before wandering back with a rose in his mouth he then pawed Tintin's leg and dropped the rose at his feet.

“I guess I’m really doing this then, huh, boy?” He sighed, took a deep breath, and then banged on the door three times.

You opened the door and saw Tintin standing there eyes closed tightly clutching a rose yet somehow completely missing all of the thorns “(Y/n), I know we’ve been friends for a long time, but I must admit over that time I’ve been starting to having different feelings for you that went past friendly and I mean of course if you want to stay friends that’s completely fine but I must know, how do you feel about… me?” When he said his last word he opened one of his eyes to see you smirking at him, he sighed and grinned sheepishly before starting to go away, “I’ll give you time to think this over, I’m sorry for springing this on you now.”

“I don’t need to think this over, Tintin I must admit I also have been thinking slightly beyond platonic thoughts of you and well what are actions compared to words hmm?” and with that you pulled him into a kiss which he melted into

Fin

#tintin #tintin x reader

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introvert--weeb · 4 years ago

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Tokyo Revengers Boys with a s/o who competes in dirt bike competitions

Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji

TW: none

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Mikey

Mikey would only find out when he had come around to your house for the first time.

You had left your boyfriend in your room alone as you went to collect some refreshments for the two of you. Mikey had taken this as an opportunity to look at the stuff you had displayed on your shelves.

Books, mangas, the usual stuff he would expect in a middle schoolers room. That was until he noticed the trophies you had standing together on the shelf over your desk.

Curiosity got the better of him as Mikey reached out to take one of them to inspect. Just as his hand connected with the nearest one, the door to your room opened to reveal you with your arms filled with packets of snacks.

"You wanna look at them?" Even though you had caught the blond snooping, you weren't in the slightest annoyed. In fact, you hated to admit that a bubble of pride had surfaced in your chest at the fact he was trying to look at your trophies.

Mikey simply nodded, bringing the one trophy in his hand off the shelf so that he could examine the engraving. It surprised him to see that it was a first place award for a dirt bike MX race. After all, you didn't have a bike, right?

"You ride dirt bikes?" You simply gave a grin before confirming that you in fact did.

The rest of his time at your house was spent with you showing off your dirt bike and explaining all of your trophies. Mikey would be a proud boyfriend at your accomplishments, so much so where he bragged about you to most of Toman.

Will be the type of boyfriend who will drag his friends to your races just to cheer you on. He will always wait at the finish point to congratulate you, your favourite snack in hand.

Draken

You had gone to visit your amazing boyfriend at his bike shop, a bento made with care tucked in your backpack. This was a regular occurrence, so much so where Draken would be disappointed if you didn't come over as you had other things to do.

As you were off to practice for the next MX race taking place in a few weeks, you had decided to ride your dirt bike to the shop. Not thinking how Draken had yet to see your precious baby, you simply parked it right outside the shop opening.

"Kenny? Babe, I've brought you a bento!" You called out to the male, noticing his head pop up from behind some shelves of tools. You noticed how his eyes lit up when you had mentioned the bento, a small giggle escaping past your lips. He reminded you a little of young Mikey sometimes.

"Thanks babe," Draken placed a quick peck on your cheek, hands taking the box from your own before his eyes caught sight of your bike. Confused, he made his way towards the vehicle before looking around for the owner, even more confused when no-one but you had turned up.

"You like her?" You smirked in amusement at Draken's face as realisation hit him. His eyes widened slightly and he was speechless. He could never have guessed that his partner was into extreme sports like dirt bikes. "Anyway, Ken, I really need to head off to the track soon."

"Didn't realised you rode. When were you gonna tell me about this, huh?" You simply grinned sheepishly at your boyfriend, his amused smirk making your heart skip a beat. Your heart couldn't handle how much you loved the former delinquent.

After your 'secret' had been revealed to your bike loving boyfriend, he would accompany you when he could spare the time to watch you ride around the course. When you had races, he would attend each one, either by himself or with some of the other former Toman members.

Super proud boyfriend. He would provide free check ups for your bike, even adding his signature dragon tattoo on the sides so you are reminded of him every time you are riding.

Mitsuya

Mitsuya was planning on surprising you by turning up at your house unannounced, expecting you to be in your room doing some studying or more likely, binging your favourite show. After all, it was a Saturday and that is how you would spend your days without any plans.

So he was seriously surprised to turn up and find you tinkering with your bike, making sure that the parts were all in working condition. You didn't seem to notice your boyfriend pull up a few feet away from where you were working, your mind focused solely on the checks you had to complete.

"What you doing, sweetheart?" Mitsuya called out to you, trying to hide the amusement he felt when you jumped out of your skin. You seriously weren't expecting anyone to break your concentration, especially not your boyfriend. While it melted your heart that the boy had taken the time to come and visit you, you were trying to use your spare time to prepare for the upcoming MX race.

"Just making sure my bike is in competing condition..." You mumbled, glancing over to the purple haired male as he titled his head to the side a little. Since when did you ride? And especially a dirt bike? Competing? Too many questions were filling Mitsuya's head at what you had replied with.

"Competing?" Turning your attention away from the machine towards Takashi, you gave a small smile as your mind relaxed. You felt like you could breathe now that your loving boyfriend was around and your thoughts weren't filled with what ifs.

"There's an upcoming race that I have entered. I just need to make sure my bike is in good enough condition to ride," and with that explanation, a small smile graced the boy's face. He had a mixture of feelings bubbling inside him; part of him was proud that you rode as well, but another part was concerned over you getting hurt.

The conversation you both had revolved around your riding and racing experience, explaining how you had won a few small competitions when you were younger and just carried on the hobby. Your eyes seemed to shine the more you recollected memories of your past races, Mitsuya noted. His heart fluttered as he watched how enthusiastic you were when talking about dirt bike riding.

When the race had come along, Mitsuya had convinced a few members of Toman to join him and his sisters in cheering you on. Would even design and make you a jacket for you to wear when riding. Proud boyfriend when he heard his friends say how good you were and even more when you had come in first. Quick to check you over for injuries and provide you with a bottle of water. His sisters thought it was so cool and insisted on coming along to watch you practice in the future.

Baji

You seemed to be getting more and more random bruises on your arms and legs, Baji noticed. He wasn't so much concerned as he was curious on where they were coming from. Were you out beating up gangs all on your own without him? If so, you had a lot of explaining to do as he would love to get in on that action.

Instead of asking you about them, he decided he would follow you in case his assumption was right and he could jump in to help. You had left school not that long ago, your boyfriend riding his motorbike while you clung to the back of him. Bidding you a usual goodbye with a kiss to your forehead, he was quick to hide himself and his bike behind a wall once you had entered your house.

It was really only a gamble if you would leave the house again. Baji knew this but his curiosity was keeping him there. However, the gamble paid off as you finally left your home on your bike.

That is what surprised the boy. You had never said you could ride. In fact, you usually rode behind him on his bike when you both went out for late night rides together. If he had known you could ride, he might have insisted on you riding your bike alongside him. After all, you both could race each other around Shinjuku.

Starting up his own bike again, he followed behind you as you were heading to your destination. The more he observed you on your bike, he could tell that you had been riding for a while. But he also noticed how your bike was different from the ones he and the others at Toman rode.

You arrived at the practice area you would frequently visit on your bike. Being a Freestyle dirt bike rider meant that you had to spend a lot of time perfecting your jumps and flips. Adjusting your helmet, you revved your bike and sped down the ramps, gaining enough momentum to send you in the air long enough to do your trick.

Baji had stopped a little way away from you, close enough where he could clearly watch you but out of sight so you didn't get distracted by seeing him. After all, he wasn't meant to be there. He couldn't believe him eyes though when he saw you performing some of the flips. You were amazing in his eyes, especially when you successfully landed. So this must be where your bruises were coming from.

The next day at school, Baji had confessed to you that he had followed you and saw you practicing on your bike. At first you were embarrassed, especially when he was gushing about how cool you were when completing your flips. Especially with how you were still so young and able to do these insane feats.

The next freestyle competition you had entered, Baji had dragged Chifuyu with him to support you and watch how amazing you were. While you didn't win, Baji couldn't be more proud of you and congratulated you for competing by peppering kisses all over your face. Definitely a boyfriend who would brag to anyone who would listen.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers scenarios #mikey sano #mikey x reader #draken #draken x reader #ken ryuguji #ken ryuguji x reader #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya takashi x reader #keisuke baji #keisuke baji x reader #anime drabble

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stufftippywrote · 4 years ago

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not an astronaut

This is based off a personal experience. Tw for fat-shaming, homophobia, and general assholery from an asshole kid.

The bell rings cheerfully as Bitty steps through the doorway. This was one of his favorite places when he was younger. The eclectic curios, every shape and size and color, packing the shelves were an endless source of fascination for young Eric Bittle, and the owners were friends of the family, so they knew Bitty well and didn't freak out when he picked up a ceramic pepper shaker or glass figurine and held it in his hands like an ancient treasure.

He walks through the store with that same sense of wonder now, 30 years later, and brushes his hand reverently over the shelves. They’re not looking for anything in particular today, but Bitty has told Jack about this place so many times, he simply couldn’t help but visit. Besides, you never know when you might find the perfect accent piece for the new home.

Chicken-shaped serving bowls, a porcelain figurine of a girl dancing, a set of silverware in a dusty wooden case. Bitty is spoiled for choice. As he browses, there’s a movement at the back of the store, and he catches a glimpse of someone hauling boxes through a door. He wonders who runs the place now. The sign still says Thompson’s Antiques, but he knows Mrs. Thompson passed and Mr. Thompson is getting on in years. Could it be that…

A prickle of fear runs through him.

The figure in the back drags the box to a nearby aisle and starts unpacking it, placing items on a low shelf. Bitty’s curiosity overflows. He moseys into that aisle and begins to speak, but the man raises his head before he can get a word out. He has to catch his breath all over again.

The man’s face goes slack. “I know you,” he blurts.

Eric puts his hands on his hips and gives a bright smile. “Davey Thompson. So you’re here after all!”

~~~

“Davey, this is Eric. Eric, this is our little boy Davey.” Mrs. Thompson’s smile is bright as she urges her son forward. “Why don’t you two go play at the playground while Mommy and her friend talk?”

The kid is tough-looking, with ruddy cheeks and a thick build. Eric reaches out his hand to lead Davey along the way. The minute they’re out of earshot, Davey snatches his hand back like he’s just touched a hot stove. Eric turns, surprised.

“You’re fat,” Davey says.

Eric blinks.

“You look dumb,” Davey adds on. And thus a quote-unquote “friendship” was born.

~~~

Davey stands up. He still has the same tinted cheeks and stocky build that Bitty remembers, but his face is sunken somehow, and he’s built up muscle where baby fat used to linger on his arms and shoulders. He’s got a tattoo on one arm – a Japanese koi fish, mid-splash.

“Nice ink,” Bitty comments.

And Davey Thompson, for possibly the first time in his life, smiles at Bitty. “Thanks.”

“The shop looks nice,” Bitty says, surveying the shelf like it’s his domain. “Hasn’t changed much since I used to come here.”

“You’re – you’re Eric Bittle, right?” Davey says, sounding almost scared of the answer. “From school?”

“From way before school,” Bitty responds. “You’re looking good.”

“Uh. Thanks. Same to you.” Davey looks uncertain, almost sheepish. There’s a moment of awkward silence. Davey tries to break it. “Um. So. What are you –”

He doesn’t seem to have the strength, or the will, to come up with the rest of the sentence. Bitty picks it up. “I’m a pastry chef,” he says. “I have a bakery and I cater, and I’ve put out three cookbooks. Can you imagine that?”

Davey looks kind of stunned. “Wow,” he says slowly. “Good for you. Where’s the bakery?”

“Up in New England. Providence, Rhode Island, to be exact.”

Davey snaps his fingers. “That’s right, you went to college up there. For hockey, wasn’t it?”

~~~

Bitty takes a swing at the ball. He misses, and it goes tumbling behind him into the net.

“Hah, you’re the worst goalie,” Davey says.

Somehow, Bitty finds the courage to say, “Let me play forward.” But his words are swallowed by the passing of a car on the cross street.

“What?”

“You be goalie.” Bitty gives the phrase all the menace he’s got in an eight-year-old body.

Davey laughs, a cruel laugh that sounds like ripping paper in Bitty’s ears. “Why? I can score on you all I want. That’s why we made you goalie.”

Resentment simmers like a low sun in Bitty’s gut. He wants to challenge Davey to play him on actual ice. He knows Davey can’t skate. As bad as he is, Bitty can’t possibly lose to him there. But the words stay stuck inside, plastered to the inside of his stomach, making him feel sick.

“Worst goalie ever,” Kevin chimes in.

“The worst, the wooooorst,” all four of them sing to him.

Bitty crouches low and is glad they can’t see much through the oversized goalie mask. Someday, he thinks, someday I’m gonna get them.

~~~

“Something like that,” Bitty answers easily. “And you’ve been here running the store?”

“Pretty much.” He doesn’t look very proud of that fact.

“I remember you used to say you were going to be an astronaut.”

“Ah, well –” The rose tint on Davey’s cheeks grows a shade deeper. “We were kids. I figure I missed my shot to make something of myself.”

All of Bitty’s nurturing instincts come alive. “Don’t say that. You’re doing well. Doing good, honest work. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Nah, man. It was just the easiest thing to do, once Mom got sick. I had to be here for her, and I … just stayed.”

Bitty gazes at him. This isn’t the attitude he expected from Davey Thompson, not in the slightest. He seems so defeated, as though Bitty’s arrival has reminded him of everything he isn’t. Bitty doesn’t want to be that for him, but he doesn’t think he has a choice in the matter. He quashes the small, self-satisfied demon that’s cackling in the back of his head. He’s not that kid anymore, either.

Just then, the chimes jingle at the front of the store. The babbling voice of a young child brightens the room. “Ah,” Bitty says, “there they are. He had to keep them outside a while before they calmed down. Little kids just work themselves up into a dither sometimes.” He offers an apologetic smile to Davey and retreats down the aisle toward the front of the store.

Suze is quiet, but it’s clear she was crying her eyes out earlier. She hangs on to her Papa with a fierce fist. Robby’s eyes are bugging out at the sight of the store. “What’s that?” he keeps asking, tugging on Jack’s slacks. Jack himself looks a little the worse for wear, but happy. That kind of tired-happy that they see in each other’s faces every night once the kids are in bed.

“Come on, Rob,” Bitty says, holding out his hands. “Want to see Daddy’s favorite store?”

Robby holds out his hands to be picked up. Bitty obliges, despite the warning creak of his back. He turns to take Robby further into the store and sees Davey standing there, staring them down.

He points. “I know you, too.”

“Ah, here we go,” Bitty says with a laugh.

“Were you in school with us? I don’t think that’s right, but—”

Jack holds out his hand for a shake. “Jack Zimmermann,” he says. “And you are?”

“My old friend Davey,” Bitty fills in. He can’t help but put a pointed emphasis on the friend part.

Davey clasps Jack’s hand but doesn’t seem to want to let go. “You’re Jack Zimmermann? The hockey player?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

Davey pumps Jack’s hand about four more times before finally letting go. “It’s – it’s good to meet you.” He looks at Suze, still curled up in Jack’s other arm. “And these are your kids? Or—” He turns to Bitty, face contorted in confusion. “Are they your kids?”

“Both,” Bitty answers cheerily. “Davey, meet my husband.”

Davey Thompson very nearly has a coronary right there.

~~~

“Hah, you’re just small all over, aren’t you?” Davey says with a pointed glance at Bitty’s crotch.

“You can’t help how you’re born,” Bitty retorts, but he pulls up his boxers right quick.

“Yeah, some people are just born stupid,” Davey agrees. Bitty instantly regrets replying at all.

Kyle whispers something in Davey’s ear. They both laugh.

“You’re right,” Davey says. He turns back to Bitty. “He’s right. They do say things about you.”

Bitty’s heart drops to his stomach. “W-what things?”

“You know! That you’re—” Davey flaps his wrist.

He doesn’t seem to have the nerve to say the word, but he doesn’t have to say it. The others in the locker room laugh.

For not the first time, Bitty is tempted to just ask, “So what if I am?” But he can’t. Not to these people. This isn’t how he wants his coming out to happen. So he just turns away and pulls on his sweatpants, ignoring the rills of laughter that echo against the lockers, and feels small. Small all over.

~~~

Davey recovers from his shock and nods his head rapidly. “Oh, I get it. Uh, congratulations. Uh, Bittle, could I talk to you a sec?”

He has that sheepish look again. Bitty watches as he retreats into one of the side aisles. “Gimme a sec,” he tells Jack, setting Robby down, and follows Davey.

When they're isolated, Davey turns to him sorrowfully. “I, uh—” Davey looks at the floor. “I was pretty mean to you in school.”

It isn’t what Bitty expected, not at all. To be honest, demons in the back of his head aside, this sort of thing doesn’t bother him so much anymore. Why should it? He’s married with two kids and a brand new home. He doesn’t spare a lot of time thinking about the distant past. “Um,” he starts, suddenly terribly embarrassed.

“No, let me—” Davey raises a hand. “Just let me. I said a lot of nasty things to you back then. I’m really sorry about it. I think about it a lot, and I’m just – I’m really sorry.”

There is a piece of Bitty that’s happy, even smug, at hearing this apology. But mostly he just pities Davey at this point. What a thing to carry around your whole life. “We were kids,” Bitty says. “Kids say dumb things. It’s all water under the bridge.”

“Still.” Davey says.

“I can’t say it didn’t hurt me,” Bitty goes on. “But I turned out okay, don’t you think?”

Davey laughs grimly “Yeah, look at you … and look at me.” He shrugs.

“You seem to be doing all right,” Bitty says charitably.

“I’m not an astronaut,” Davey says.

Bitty laughs. “Neither am I. We’re all good.” He pats Davey on the shoulder. A moment passes between them, silent, as they both listen to the sound of the past giving way to a new, kinder present.

After the moment passes, Bitty grins “Come on, I’m going to introduce you to my kids. Do you have kids?”

Davey flushes. “Yeah, I got a teenager. A real smartass. I wonder where he learned it.”

“Pictures!” Bitty declares. “Get that phone out, I demand pictures.”

Davey struggles to pull his phone out of his jeans pocket. This time, he flushes with pride. He narrates the story of each photo as they walk back toward the front.

#i hate writing endings: a novel #check please #omgcp #omgcp fic #omgcp ficlet #zimbits #but more really about bitty himself #stuff tippy wrote

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