#for all my peeps and for myself because I been in a slump again

[whitestaghere]

Not your fault - Levi x reader

Just felt like it had been a while and came up with this. Hope ya'll enjoy reading!❤️

Warnings: none really. Mentions of death. Angst and a dash of fluff at the end.

Saying I was scared was an understatement. No, I was shook to the very brink of my existence. I hadn't expected it to be so nerve wracking as it was, now that I had finally joined the scout regiment.

I had expected this of course.

Who wouldn't? Specially when they were proned to fighting naked humans as tall as trees running at you like they were on their morning caffeine rush.

What was even worse was when the stoic captain of the special operations squad decides to pick you to be part of his squad. "I appreciate your skills," he said.

Well I guess there wasn't really much to fuss about that apart from the new mission we were setting up for and our very special rivalry.

Today, everything had gone smooth until that female titan had decided to come waltzing in.

She had managed to wipe out all of Levi squad and I felt my blood boil. My mind was in a blur, filled with thoughts of nothing but blood lust. Just from her.

Eren's screams played at the back of my mind and even as I caught sight of him shooting towards where I was, I couldn't find it in me to stop him.

As cruel as it sounded- I wanted her to feel the pain as I did.

I glanced down at Petra's body. The eyes that always greeted me with brightness were now looking at me blankly. Tasting the saltiness from the tears that streamed down my face unbeknownst to me- my cool demeanor finally broke. Snapping out of my trance I pushed myself off the branch I stood upon.

Shooting my hooks into the skin of the female titans shoulder, I zipped through the air screaming in anguish. I swung my blades over my head, aiming for the hand that covered her nape. If I could just cut through her wrist-

Just as planned, my blades sunk into the flesh of her wrist. Deep, but not deep enough.

If only I hadn't been distracted and just pushed away right then..

Her large hand came in contact with my body, swatting me off like as if I were some insect. Which in her case, I probably looked it. With a pained yelp, I was being thrown through the air.

"Y/N!" Eren.

My eyes shot open just when a bolt of lightning struck through the air. Ah.

I realised what was happening.

I tried to aim my grappling hooks at one of the trees before I probably fell to my death or by the slightest chances, fell straight into a titans mouth. But everything was in a blur and with the way the titan hit me, I couldn't quite direct my focus onto one thing. And before you know it, I had already inched closer to the ground, crashing straight into a tree. I doubled forward and my body slid down against the rough surface.

Cursing inwardly, I glanced down at my body; my lower half, sprawled out on the ground as I slumped against the tree.

I wanted to move, to assist Eren - but my body refused to respond. I couldn't budge and for a moment, I hoped I had died through impact because the thoughts that ran through my head were killing me.

My body felt limp almost like as if I was paralysed. I fought to keep my eyes open. The ground beneath me shook and my ears were filled with the sound of Eren's titan screaming. And with that, black filled my vision.

>>present<<

My body shot up at once and I winced at the sudden pain that shot through my body.

"You're awake."

That voice.

I snapped my head to my right and I was greeted by those steel eyes that belonged to none other than the captain. I had this urge to shrink and disappear out of existence under his icy gaze and-

Wait.

I was alive? Or no wait. Good Gods, please don't tell me he died too!

Without thinking, my hand shot out to grab his arm that was crossed over his chest. This took him by surprise and his eyes shifted between me and my hand with a hint of annoyance laced in his features. His body had tensed under my hold and I immediately pulled away with a gasp.

"I-I'm sorry sir. I just-"

"I found you not too far from the rest of the squad," he cut me off. My head lowered at the mention of the others. "I didn't think you were alive considering the amount of blood you lost. But that's when you coughed, splattering all your substances at me and well- you know the rest."

I didn't know what to say. Even if I did, I didn't have it in me to speak or make a snarky remark like I usually did. The thought of my fallen comrades made me sick to the stomach. But I couldn't cry either.

No. Just not with him here.

You remember how I said we had a special rivalry going on between us? Yeah.

Ever since Levi had asked me to join his squad- we'd always been at eachother's throats. Which I didn't quite expect considering how he picked me.

He'd say something sarcastic, I'd snap back at him and vice versa. It eventually came to the point that commander Erwin had to walk in one time, suggesting Levi that it would be best if I were switched to Mike's squad. But Levi had simply walked out of the room.

Just like that, Erwin asked me to make the choice and I said no. Why you ask?

I wanted Levi to accept me.

I couldn't even remember what started this rivalry to begin with and it was eating at me constantly. I had never seen him snap at people as easily as he did with me. Well he did occasionally, but this was on a daily basis and it made no sense at all.

Hanji said it was just his nature and that I'd understand him later. I realised that was she said was just ridiculous because this man, he didn't even dare to show me a little bit of respect. So I decided I'd leave him be and put up a mask whenever he'd target me but that's when things got worse. He always found reasons to argue with me and I caught up with it too.

Breaking down in front of him wasn't an option now.

Levi's chair scraped against the floor signalling that he was probably leaving.

"Thank you," I said quickly, making him stop in his tracks. I'd never said that to him before. But since he saved me, it was only right that I did.

His head turned around halfway and he eyed me narrowly. "For saving me," I finished. He clicked his tongue in response and left the room, shutting the door a little louder than I expected.

Cue the breakdown.

I flopped myself back on the bed. Grabbing the pillow that supported my head, I hugged it tightly as I screamed into it.

The tears didn't stop.

I couldn't save my comrades. Why did the captain even decide to pick me in the first place if I couldn't save my own comrades?

It was getting harder to breathe with my face stuffed in the pillow and the choked up tears didn't make it any easier. I felt so pathetic. But no matter how much I tried, it wouldn't stop. The guilt and hatred just kept coming back to me.

It felt like I had been crying for hours already as my body spasmed, signalling the next fresh batch of tears approaching.

The sound of the door opening and closing again made my body freeze.

I peeped up from my pillow and regretted it instantly seeing the captain standing at the foot of my bed, holding two cups in his hands. His eyes locked with mine again.

Maybe it was me just seeing things but his eyes widened and very slowly, he made his way upto the side of my bed.

"I brought you some tea," he said stoically. "Drink it before it gets cold."

I subtly wiped my eyes against the pillow and sat myself up on the bed like as if I hadn't been crying my eyes out just a few moments ago.

Avoiding eye contact, I thanked him silently and took the cup from his hand. Even though I wasn't looking at him, I could feel his gaze lingering on my face. Feeling too self conscious, I brought the cup up to my mouth only to wince as I burned my tongue. A weird sound came from me and I slapped my hand over my mouth.

"Tch. Be careful idiot. I didn't ask you to drink it that fast," Levi scolded. I face palmed inwardly, brushing it off with a sheepish grin. He cocked a brow and shifted his gaze outside the window.

Silence.

I didn't mind the silence, but with him sitting right there, it felt like my nerves were dancing. If that was even possible.

Eyeing him subtly, I noticed how his gaze seemed distant, longing. And that's when I realised. I was being selfish.

I wasn't the only one who had lost my comrades.

"C-captain-"

"Levi."

I tilted my head in confusion and nodded right after catching what he had meant. "Levi. I-I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"For everything."

"Be specific." I gulped. So he wanted a full on confession. Here it goes.

"Well for being.. for being a brat." He raised his brows and turned to look at me. I shifted my gaze to the floor at once, finding it easier to speak calmly that way.

"That wasn't a joke, I promise. I was being selfish. I didn't know how much pressure I might have been putting on you by always being snarky and uncooperative. And now too.. I was considering my own feelings without thinking about how you felt. I just- didn't understand why you hate me so much."

"I don't hate you," he said abruptly. I looked at him slowly but reluctantly.

"I-" he ran a hand through his hair, releasing a frustrated sigh. "I don't hate you. I was just worried."

"Worried?" I asked.

"Worried you'd end up like this. Or by the least, end up dead."

Ouch.

"You doubted my skills.. yet you picked me to be a part of your squad. I don't get it," I mumbled.

"Idiot. It's not like that," he barked. "I recall saying I respected your skills. I really do. It's just that you can be reckless at times."

I gasped in disbelief.

"Reckless?"

"Yes. Reckless."

"How could you-" he raised a brow and eyed my position on the bed. I followed his gaze and it dawned on me. Half of my body was wrapped in bandages and my arm was in a cast.

Yeah. Reckless.

"I had no doubt in your skills, keep that in mind brat. I picked you for my squad because I knew you'd be a good addition to it and-" He paused, looking like as if he were in thought before continuing.

"It was easier to keep an eye on you this way."

I shut my eyes tightly, guilt flooding through my veins little by little.

"But I failed." My eyes shot open hearing this.

"I failed you and I failed my squad."

"Levi-"

"No y/n. There's no denying it," he said. I noticed how his voice was beginning to shake and that just made my heart ache. I had never seen him this way. "I told you that I added you to keep an eye on you and look at you now. Even worse, I failed to protect the rest of my squad."

"Levi," I said softly. "You know, if I ever end up dying out there- I'd never blame you. I'd never say you failed to protect me. But what I would want you to do, is to give our sacrifices meaning. We devoted our lives. We chose to go down this path knowing the circumstances. Knowing that someday there could be a chance we wouldn't come back home. So just know, this is not your fault and they don't blame you either. Even if it is, we must make their sacrifices worth something."

Levi stared intently at me but this time, I didn't feel like shrinking away. I wanted the man in front of me to have reason to fight, to know he wasn't to blame. And that all of this- we were facing all of this together.

He didn't say a word. I didn't expect him to either and I didn't mind it.

His gaze was everywhere and for a second when his eyes met mine, I couldn't help my urge and slowly yet hesitantly- reached out for him.

"May I?" I asked.

He tilted his head, confused by what I was asking permission for. I opened my arms slightly for him and after a short while, he shockingly leaned in slowly (not before shifting awkwardly in his seat though). Wrapping one arm around his shoulders and one hand on his nape, I pulled him into my embrace gently.

I felt his fingers trace over my clothes slightly like as if he were contemplating what to do. After a few seconds, his body completely relaxed in my arms and I felt his hands slowly snake around my waist.

"It's okay Levi," I whispered and rubbed his back in attempt to comfort him. He tucked his head into the crook of my neck. That made a soft smile crawl up my face.

This man was a fighter but he was also human. A human with feelings no matter how stoic he could be. Hanji was right.

>>Third person's pov<<

It was at that moment, that a new friendship began to blossom between the two. A spark of hope and a reason to fight in their dark world.

Okay phew.

That came out a lot more angsty than I thought it would be haha. But I hope you all enjoyed reading it and have a wonderful day/night!❤️

[heirofmisfortune]

is there a list of all the collaborations fall out boy has done because if not i think the world deserves that

i'm not sure about a list that already exists but i will make one here!! sounds fun ! so here is

Probably Close To Every Fall Out Boy Collaboration and Feature (So Far)

on tttyg

Chicago Is So Two Years Ago features backing vocals from Justin Pierre of Motion City Soundtrack

Grenade Jumper features background vocals from Jeff Warren of Knockout

Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over features De'Mar Hamilton of Plain White T's (the little yell and laugh at the end lol)

on futct

7 Minutes In Heaven features Brendon Urie obviously of Panic! at the Disco on backing vocals

Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year features William Beckett of The Academy Is... on backing vocals

on ioh

Thriller features Jay-Z in the beginning and end of the song

"The Take Over The Break's Over" features a guitar solo from Ryan Ross obviously of Panic! at the Disco and another from Chad Gilbert of New Found Glory

on folie

okay What a Catch, Donnie- in order this song features Elvis Costello, Gabe Saporta of Cobra Starship, Travie McCoy of Gym Class Heroes, Brendon Urie, Doug Neumann (general manager for Crush Management), Alexander DeLeon of The Cab, and William Beckett

Tiffany Blews features the bridge from Lil Wayne and additional vocals from Alexander DeLeon

20 Dollar Nose Bleed features Brendon Urie

West Coast Smoker features Debbie Harry of Blondie

Beat It (Micheal Jackson Cover) features a guitar solo from J*hn M*yer

on srar

Just One Yesterday features Foxes

The Mighty Fall features vocals and a writing credit from Big Sean

Rat a Tat features Courtney Love of Hole as a vocalist and writer

Save Rock and Roll features vocals from Elton John

on ab/ap

there is a version of Irresistible that features Demi Lovato but that was not released on the standard version of the album

American Beauty/American Psycho features writting from Nikki Sixx of Mötley Crüe and french musician Sebastian

on mania

Church features artists Kate York and Audra Mae as writers

Champion features Sia and her long time collaborator Jesse Shatkin as writers

Sunshine Riptide features Burna Boy as a writer and vocalist

(also note Dear Future Self (Hands Up) which features Wyclef Jean on believers never die vol. 2)

i didn't include remixes but a few notable and iconic ones are:

This Ain't a Scene... with Kanye West

My Songs... with 2 Chainz and Modo

the entirety on Make America Psycho Again tbh

Champion with RM of BTS

other collaborations- but not under the fob discography (in no particular order):

Cupid's Chokehold/Breakfast in America and Clothes Off!- Gym Class Heroes

King Of Wishful Thinking- New Found Glory

Everything Is Alright- Motion City Soundtrack

The Last Hero- XV

One Of THOSE Nights- The Cab

Jock Powerviolence- Weekend Nachos (this one has Patrick heavy metal screaming its so great pls pls pls listen to it)

86 Missed Calls- Man With a Mission

Summer Days- Marvin Garrix

Back To Earth- Steve Aoki

I've Been Waiting- Lil Peep and ILoveMakonnen

One and Only- Timberland (if u are into reading pete's old livejournals the lyrics to this one will sound familiar !!)

Dancing With he Devil- Krewella

All Your Heart- Transit

Second Chances- October Fall

Don't Wake Me Up- The Hush Sound

Birthday Girl- The Roots

Don't Regret It Now- Tyga

Check Your Phone- Cheap Cuts

In Transit- Mark Hoppus

If You Could Remember- Damnation A.D.

New Music Sucks- POSEHN

okay I think I got a lot of them but patrick literally composes and has his vocals all over the place so I literally could not name every band he has done a project with !! but if u feel like it, go look through his music credits lol its extensive

notably he has random backup vocal/composing/production credits on these albums to name a few

Viva La Cobra- Cobra Starship

basically every Gym Class Heroes Album

In Loving Memory of When I Gave a Shit- LOLO

California- Blink 182

Ungreatful- Escape the Fate

[thenotebookscribbler]

4th of July.

(a short story)

The sound of fireworks from above my roof somehow fastened my beats. I've always been a bit afraid of all these noise, but it was 4th of July, and I could not tell them to stop. I mean, it would be very petty.

A rocket whizzed past my window, and the sparks seemed to land on the pane. I took a deep breath and dared to look outside. It was beautiful, no lie, the sky adorned with various streaks of light, the happiness, but it was overwhelming. My nephew always thought that I had probably encountered a monster who ate kids who disturbed it with fireworks, and very graciously would hold my hand and tell me that I don't have to be afraid.

"Gracias, El," I would say, each year the same tradition. "But why if you are disturbing the monster too?"

This would make him think, but the immediate call from his Papa would disrupt the only thought process that indulges his brain in some sort of a brain activity. Like mother like son I guess.

I had a great relationship with my sister, of course, but somewhere, it was scarred. She was a tad jealous of me, but she being a good person, she did not let that ruin our relation because God knows I have no one else.

And now again, it's that time of the day when El would run down the stairs to ask me if I am okay, and then would answer himself that I was, in fact okay because he was with me. I never really found the heart to say that the monsters were actually scarier than he thought.

And as usual, on the call of his Papa, he ran up again, only to hear his mother yelling, "No running on the stairs El! How many times do I have to tell you?"

Claire barely came down at these times. She always feared that El might peek a bit too down and he might slip off, and that's it.

"Hey, you," she said, taking a bottle of sparkling water out of the fridge and chugging it. The door to the fridge closed with a thump.

"Want some?" she said, tilting the bottle towards me and plopping on the couch next to me. I shook my head no.

"Will El not fall over now?" I ask her, a small grin on my face. She laughed. "Have you seen how tall he has gotten in the past few months? No way he's gonna fall over. He has to peep less."

"Smartass," I giggled.

Claire was really the only one I had. We lost our parents to, well, some unfortunate circumstances. It's been Claire and me ever since. I was in fifth grade, she was in ninth. But when she fell in love with Dalton, this senior guy she met at a frat party in her college, she decided to marry him right after graduation. She was never really the ambitious type.

"Are you okay?" she asks me, as she pushes the hair out of my face. I sigh and lean onto her, as she pulls me in.

As soon as I was about to say something, a cracker bursted really close. Maybe near the window. And that's when it happened.

I wasn't able to breathe. The smoke was choking, and I had slumped down the couch on the ground, my body writhing, like I was having a seizure. Faint screams of "Dalton! El! Come down!" was heard, until it all went black.

A blurred vision swimming into view. A very blurred hallway, and blurred mirror, where I looked at a blurred version of myself. Why was everything so blurry? Then I realized that my image on the mirror was of a much smaller version of me.

Oh no. It's going to happen again. I've passed out again.

I skip down the brightly lit corridor, calling out "Mama? Papa?" as I look for them in every room. It's the 4th of July, they're going to miss the fireworks!

I stop when I see boots in view. We never wear shoes in our house.

A part of my brain screams. STOP THIS STOP THIS STOP THIS. I feel tears streaking my face, but this young me is just so adamant. She won't budge. Won't stop until she sees the last to everything.

I walk a little closer to the room, and hear the unmistakable whimper of my Mother, as she sobs. Why is she sobbing?

Oh my god, I cry, as I madly try to stop it. I can't take it anymore. I don't want to see anymore. Why am I not waking up? Are they not doing chest compressions?

My father begs. It's in his voice.

"Keep one of us," he says, as his voice breaks. " We need to look after the children."

"Not my business," says the man with the boots.

NOOOOOO. My head screams, and I feel a pain ripping my chest apart, and I feel myself withering. It's so much worse than before.

I walk towards the room again. I hear two gun shots.

I was begging to myself. Please stop, don't let me finish this.

"Bastards can't pay a simple sum of money and requests us to keep them alive." The gun clicked. I was little, and they were huge, so I very luckily escaped their gaze.

I feel my heart breaking as I see their blood smeared visages, a hole in the centre of their heads, eyes open, looking at me. But they weren't really looking at me. It was unfocused.

Claire was upstairs. She thought the loud sound was a cracker. Well, until I screamed.

__

They were opening up the tubes and all from her body. Claire was howling on Dalton's chest, clutching at El, who looked devastated. His aunt just died. His favourite aunt.

She was having a panic attack, apparently. One she has very often. She was trying to stop it. And apparently, in doing so, the strain in her brain was huge, which lead to a cerebral attack. Her heart was working too hard, too.

"She was seeing them," Claire cried. "Mamacita and Papa. Like always."

"Well, isn't it nice that auntie will see Mamacita and Papa for real now?" El sobbed, and wiped his mother's face.

Maybe it really was.

[toukenramblings]

Sick Saniwa: Sanchoumou, Minamoto Kiyomaro, Suishinshi Masahide

I do hope that this is okay for you dear~! I’m super excited to write for these two!!!!

Warnings: None.

Sanchoumou

The minute you wake up with a sneeze and fever, Sanchoumou is right there beside you. His ruby eyes would narrow, and his hand would be at your back, rubbing smooth circles into your skin. “Are you alright, my dove?” he would question. 

Worry would be evident across his face as you progressively become sicker and sicker, if you happen to pass the fuck out, Sanchoumou would not hesitate to rush to your side. His heart would be beating miles a minute, almost giving out right then and there. He will practically have Nikkou and Nansen stand guard while he tends to you and calls for Yagen.

When you have a fever, Sanchoumou is not leaving your side. You wake up and he is right there, holding your hand and pressing a cool cloth to your head and a pot of tea resting on the table. “Good morning, my little bird.’ he would say, running his thumb over your cheek. “How are you feeling?”

Sanchoumou will absolutely NOT leave your side when you are sick. Oh no, this man is going to nurse you back to health all the way! Even if he has to leave for only a moment or longer like on a mission, he will have Nikkou or Nansen check up on you. The minute he gets home, he goes straight to you (after getting patched up of course, he’s not about to trek even more germs into your room when you’re already sick!) 

Will learn from books and Yagen how to take care of you, often asking for advice on how to care for you.

Will read you/tell you stories to help you sleep!

Will still give you forehead kisses, no stopping this man once he set his mind to something!

Is basically that guy who will risk getting sick as well for you, no way is he going to let you suffer alone.

Damn right he will still cuddle with you while you’re sick, move over in that bed of yours. You’re going to get hugged. Sickness be damned! All of the hugs! He’s not going to let his little dove suffer like this alone!

Yeah Sanchoumou does get sick in the end but hey, worth it! He helped you and now you get to take care of him! Win win situation...he supposes. 

Minamoto Kiyomaro

Oh dude the minute you get sick and start coughing and sneezing, Kiyomaro pauses, confused, almost panicking on the inside. He wonders if anything is wrong and he knows that something is wrong! He begins to fuss over you, hand against your forehead and you lean into the touch. He freezes for a minute, almost too enamored with a sort of blissed out look on your face and dreamy gaze. And then you pass the fuck out and he panics. 

Of course he brings you back to your room and immediately screams for Hasebe, Yagen, Tomoe, whoever the hell to help him. Suishinshi is inwardly panicking a little but mostly doing his best to keep his friend calm. Kiyomaro is halfway ready to chuck himself off of a cliff, what the hell had he done wrong????????

When it’s just a mere cold or something Minamoto almost collapses from how much he had been worrying, but now a weight has left his shoulders, you won’t die from this! You can just bounce back stronger and better than ever!!

He’s not leaving your side unless he has to. Will drag all sorts of video games into your room to play with you. Most of the time it’s you watching him and maybe playing. He’s going to keep you occupied from thinking about how sick you are. Of course if you do have a coughing fit, he’s right there to rub circles into your back and give you meds! You’ll never be bored with him around!

If you want to sleep, Kiyomaro will understand. If you ask to cuddle, he’s there boo! He understands if you need space but man, he’ll risk getting sick with you! He’ll be a bit pouty when he’s away from you while you nap, of course he knows he’ll see you again but like...his eyes will always wander in the direction of your shared room with a soft sigh upon his lips. 

During his time away from you, Minamoto will take the time to figure out how to better take care of you! Books, talking to peeps, anything and everything! Hell he’ll try to cook you something too! Catch him in the kitchen making you soup or congee or whatever the hell you’re craving! Will try to sneak you some snacks though, much to the chagrin of everyone around him. Will hide said snacks in his shirts if he gotta.

He’s a bit clumsy in the role of a caregiver, but he’s going to do his best to help you!

If anything during your sick days he’ll try his best to cheer you up! He’s always going to bring in stories from his time around the citadel to you, and will happily sit by you in silence if you just wanna bask in each other’s presences! 

Yeah sure if he gets sick, he’ll be like, “Now you can take care of me~!” and be oh so happy that he gets to be spoiled too!!!

Suishinshi Masahide

Panic mode, engaged. Sirens are running in his head when he notices that you’re sick. There is a flash of fear in his eyes when you come down with a fever. He may not show it outwardly but you can see with the way his hands shake as he holds you, worried whispers passing his lips, questioning if you’re alright or not. 

Suishinshi begins to fuss over you immediately, “My liege, are you alright? Do you need anything? Water? Food? Rest? I-I’m sorry if I’m bothering you! I can leave if you want? Anything to help you feel better! Just...just tell me whatever it is that you want and need okay? I’m here for you.” his hands would not dare to leave yours, even though they shake so much that you think they might shatter - an earthquake in his heart, almost too much for him to handle. 

If you are sleeping and resting and Suishinshi is out and about, he will also look longingly back towards your shared room, with soft sighs of need leaving his lips. He just wants to be by your side! What’s wrong with that! Of course, if someone asks/teases him about this, he will huff and act all tsundere about it, trying to hide his flushing face within his collar. “Just...just making sure that our liege is alright. That it all!” but it is oh so plain to see, with how he dips his head to hide his flush and the look in his eyes that’s he’s worried about you. The teasing won’t last for too long though. 

Don’t even think about trying to work while Suishinshi is around. He’ll take away your papers and almost try to take on your workload for himself! He’s no Hasebe or Tomoegata but he’s going to want to help you in whatever way he can! He wants to show you that you can rely on him, even if he was never good at words. 

If you want company Suishinshi will be more than happy to stay by your side, even if he flushes at it and mumbles, “I-If that’s what you want.” and sits by you, the weight leaving his shoulders and slowly slumping against your form. Will always want to hold your hand during this.

If you two sleep together, Suishinshi will 100% fall asleep first, before you do; especially if he’s the little spoon, he loves listening to your heart! However he’s a pretty light sleep, so the minute he hears you coughing or sneezing or sniffling, he’ll shoot awake and tend to every need you have!

Will probably take down notes on how to take care of you the next time you end up sick. Has a little kit ready for this occasion. 

If Suishinshi does get sick because of you, you get to spoil him yes, but he instantly becomes 700% more clingy. He’ll try to frame it as, “I can take care of myself!” and then as you tease him and try to leave he’ll be like, “n-No! Please stay...please?”

Will probably be the type of person who will keep your room clean and free of germs! What if you get sick again??

[puckmeupfam]

Sap | Jeff Skinner

Word Count: 2287

Note: My autumnal aesthetic piece that I started in July. Title is based on the fact that this is entirely fluff without plot, and because it takes place in the Northeast with references to maple syrup, cider donuts, and leaf-peeping. 

Zipping your newly packed suitcase and pulling it off the bed, you heard the front door open signaling that Jeff arrived home from practice. It was a rare time when he had the weekend off. No games, no practices after the one he just finished, just free time which he chose to devote to spending with you. The two of you loved going on short trips whenever possible to escape the monotony of work and grocery shopping and Buffalo. Honestly, you could spend the weekend in Lackawanna and be happy as long as you were with Jeff. This particular weekend was special because it was now solidly fall. The temperatures were dropping. The leaves were changing. Swimsuits were being swapped out for sweaters. And golf was being replaced by hockey.

You had spent most of the summer in Markham. Coming from a smaller family, you were always enamored by Jeff’s. At this point, you honestly considered them to be your family, too. You loved talking to Jillian about her time in law school or asking Ben about his hockey career in Germany. It was also hilarious to watch the five siblings tease Jeff about his competitiveness or on-ice gaffs, but he was always a good sport about it and just laughed with bright red cheeks. You knew how much it meant to Jeff when he got to spend time with his family and experience that warmth and joy. The both of you were incredibly lucky that Buffalo isn’t too far away, but with his schedule, the uninterrupted summer was extra special.

As you were lost in your thoughts, you missed Jeff coming up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. His arms wrapped around your waist and his face found its way into the crook of your neck. The action brought an unconscious smile to your face as you leaned back into him.

“Whatcha thinking about?” he asked you, voice muffled against your skin as he lightly swayed. You shrugged in response, “We should probably get Andrea a birthday gift while we’re gone, something nice you know? Show we were thinking about her.” Jeff hummed in response. He rocked the two of you a bit before speaking, “Are you ready to leave?” You took a deep breath, inhaling his cologne. Turning your body to look him in the eye you smiled softly, “Almost,” you whispered, “we should probably get going before they decide they need you to individually kiss each fan.” This elicited a booming laugh from Jeff that you felt throughout your body, “The only person I’m kissing is you.”

After another minute of contentment, you shuffled him away from you to grab some chargers and last-minute necessities. He chuckled as he started pulling your suitcase down to the car, he knew how much you were looking forward to this trip. You had spent the last week researching and talking about all the spots you wanted to visit while you were away. Grabbing your purse and hoisting it over your shoulder you did a last-minute sweep of the house to make sure that everything was unplugged and you weren’t leaving candles lit or stovetops on. After your anxieties were quelled you went outside and joined Jeff in the car. He had already put your B&B into the GPS and he flashed you a large grin which you eagerly matched as he pulled out of the driveway.

This trip the two of you were going to Western Massachusetts. It was about a five and a half hour drive, probably longer since you knew you would be stopping for lunch and every state park that came your way. You synched your phone and started playing music, knowing that you had a playlist with the perfect ambiance. Jeff always teased you for making playlists for every mood, weather pattern, task, or aesthetic that came in your head. But when the soft chords came through the speakers and his fingers started a gentle tap against the steering wheel to the beat, you knew that it was appreciated.

In Buffalo, the weather was just cool enough that the seat warmers got turned on but not yet so cold that you were shivering. You were cruising down the highway, close to crossing city lines. When you glanced over at Jeff he had a small smile, like he wasn’t even thinking about it. Just watching the road with an underlying well of happiness. You took a minute to look at him, to take him in. His smile turned out to be infectious and you knew your face was probably spread with a dopey grin.

“You’re staring,” Jeff said, breaking the silence.

“You didn’t even look over. How would you know?” you complained.

“I could feel your stare,” he responded, looking over at you with a grin that took over his whole face. His statement made you burst out laughing. While the whole thing was funny and, you were sure that he really did get that weird feeling you get when someone’s looking at you, it made you think about how you were always so aware of each other. The two of you could be in a crowd of people at some Sabres bruncheon and someway somehow you could always glance up and see him already looking at you. Or when you would go to some team party, you always had a tendency to reach for each other’s hands at the same time.

“You would stare at you too,” was your response after you had realized that you went a few beats too long just staring into space.

It was Jeff’s turn to laugh, “what does that even mean?”

“It means,” you started, drawing out the word, “that you’re cute and potentially the embodiment of sunshine and everyone would stare at you if they could and I will simply not defend myself further.”

Jeff rolled his eyes at your dramatic tone and faux-seriousness. He swung his arm out over to you, holding it in the air until you grabbed his hand in both of yours. You pulled his hand into your lap and leaned further back into the passenger seat. Turning your head to the side to watch the city escape, your eyes unfocused and your brain turned to elevator music as your temple rested against the window. After a few minutes of contented silence, Jeff’s hand made its way to your thigh and squeezed, drawing your attention.

“Look at the leaves, babe,” he told you. The passing trees were dotted with warm-colored leaves of crimson, tangerine, marigold, and honey. It was absolutely gorgeous and seemed like a sign that your trip was only going to get better. You stared in awe for about a mile before you looked back at Jeff. His eyes flickered from the road to your face and the look he gave you, full of love and peace, made you feel so warm.

“They’re so pretty,” you said softly. You moved your hand to twine your fingers together and you watched his dimples come out in full force as he forced his eyes to stay on the road. After a few moments of contentment, you spoke again, “do you want me to tell you about the plant pigments that make these colors possible?”

Jeff chuckled, but you knew that your joke didn’t ruin the moment or anything else that you might think if you were talking to someone else. Because Jeff knew you, he loved you. He loved your bad jokes, your stories that you’ve already told him multiple times but just like telling again and again, the way you go into lectures to explain things that he had never thought twice about, your urge to talk during movies to comment on the scene or the actor’s personal life. He loved the best parts of you and he loved the worst parts of you. And this moment? Where you feel the light beaming out of your heart. It isn’t the moment. It’s just a moment in a string of hundreds of thousands of moments that you’ll experience with your favorite person.

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After about two hours in the car, you were close to Syracuse and decided to stop for lunch. The two of you decided on a cute, local diner. Jeff parked the car and as you stepped out, you stretched your legs to rid yourself of the wobbly feeling from being in a car too long. The sidewalks were made of a red brick and there was a quiet hustle with people walking their dogs and couples going in and out of shops. The two of you walked side-by-side, but right when you were about to reach the door Jeff stepped ahead to hold it open for you. Stepping through you smiled at him and he followed you in. There seemed to be a typical lunch rush, but the restaurant wasn’t crowded. A waitress pointed you towards a booth and you slumped into it as Jeff sat across from you.

You both ordered coffees before cracking the menu open to see what they had. The pages were lined with different sandwiches, egg dishes, pancakes, and all the typical diner food that you loved. You settled on your order fairly quickly but Jeff scanned the pages until the coffees were brought out and the waitress was asking for your order. Handing her your menu, you explained what you wanted before both of you turned your attention towards your boyfriend.

“Could I have the brownie french toast?”

At that you raised your eyebrows at him incredulously. As the waitress walked away, scribbling your orders down as she went, Jeff looked back at you and laughed at your expression. “Cheat weekend,” was his explanation. He shrugged with an expression on his face like he was being forced to order what was likely the sugariest option on the menu. You threw your hands up to say you weren’t judging. Jeff quickly launched into a story about something Jack did at practice and that filled your wait until the food was brought to your table. Your boyfriend’s eyes widened comically when his food came out. It looked like there had been a blizzard of powdered sugar. It was topped with a whopping pile of whipped cream and a generous amount of rainbow sprinkles, just in case the brownie batter wasn't sweet enough.

Neither of you wasted any time in diving into your food and when you glanced up at Jeff after a few minutes you giggled when you saw that some of that whipped cream had ended up on his nose. You stealthily pulled out your phone to snap a picture of him. Once he heard the click of your camera he looked up at you which reignited your laughter.

“What?” he asked, chuckling lightly with you even without knowing the reason.

Without explaining yourself, you just reached out and swiped the sweet substance off his face before licking it off your finger. His response was just a sharp laugh with rolled eyes, head thrown back a bit at your antics. He knew full well that you were going to tease him for a long time for his choice of ridiculously confectionary lunch. You returned to your food with a shake of your head, but when you turned to take a sip of your coffee you noticed that Jeff had absolutely demolished his plate of french toast and was now trying to collect the remnant of whipped cream with his fork.

“It’s not going to be my fault when you crash from all that sugar,” you told him. He watched you dig your teeth into your lip to try and conceal the smile that was threatening to break through.

“Honestly, (Y/N), I’ve never felt better in my life. The sprinkles fuel me. I think I’ll make this my pre-game meal,” Jeff said with an air of seriousness. Sadly for him, but luckily for you, he had a genetic inability to suppress his smiles. You leaned back in the booth until your head hit the pleather upholstery and kicked your feet up to rest in his lap underneath the table.

“Don’t overwhelm yourself, I’m taking you to the Sugar Shack tomorrow and we’re getting the cider donuts.”

Jeff pulled a shocked and aghast face in response, “How dare you insinuate that I would ever be anything other than thrilled at the very prospect of cider donuts? You know, just because you said that I’m going to get two orders and we’ll see what you say when I eat those and yours too.”

You rolled your eyes so dramatically that you knew, if your mom were there, she would be telling you that they’d get stuck like that. Under the table, you kicked your legs up to rest in Jeff’s lap as he waved his arm to flag down the waitress for the bill. You sat quietly, just watching as he went through the monotony of thanking the waitress and putting his card in the sleeve of the bill. When he looked back at you, he smiled knowing that he caught you staring for the second time that day.

“You ready?” He asked you. A simple question, given that you were on a roadtrip with a predetermined destination. But with the opportunity to just appreciate him and your relationship, without the stress of your schedules or outside influences, it just felt meaningful. There was no one you would rather be with, during the happiest moments of your life or the worst. You felt a little misty with the joy of having him by your side.

“With you? Always.”

Pulling yourself out of the booth, you extended your hand for him to grasp and continued onwards.

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Classic sonamy prompt if I may ask, Sonic has just finished up another adventure and is telling Rosy to go home. When she refuses he offers to take her there himself. Except Rosy refuses because she's homeless and too ashamed to tell Sonic so she lies and says her house was robbed! Like the whole thing stolen. Sonic tries to find the house and the lie gets too big until finally Rosy comes clean embarrassed. Sonic not wanting his friend to suffer lets her stay with him and builds a house for her.

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Tumbling down from the air, a large explosion blasts the latest Robotnik BossEgg as Classic Sonic lands triumphantly and stands up, holding Rosy the Rascal in his arms, otherwise known as Classic Amy Rose.

Eggman seems to cry out and shake his fist, but breathes smoke in and starts coughing, so he isn’t able to pursue as Sonic smirks up to him and races off.

Eggman turns around and cries out, gripping his head when his ‘mountain base’ suddenly blasts in small degrees, his mustaches--which were metal plates placed on the mountain--droop down to show sorrow and then the whole thing explodes.

Having no where to go... he slumps down and flies off, cursing Sonic’s name and threatening a bigger and even better plan for next time!

“That’ll show’em!” Amy cheers, kicking her legs out as she looks behind Sonic’s shoulder. “Let’s see how he likes his home being trashed up by a bunch of... of... uhh... Well, if robots destroy our home, would living things attacking his be the same counterpart?” she turned back to relax in his arms and put her finger to her mouth, still working on those ‘witty catchphrases and comebacks’ which she had learned was something Sonic was fond of.

To be more adored, she tried to implement them, but it didn’t seem to effect this ‘one-track mind’ hero.

She blinked up at him, seeing he was focused on running, and smiled sweetly with admiration. Her eyes arched and she nestled herself back to being comfortable for the ride. “Nevermind~ We’re both safe, that’s all that counts.”

“Speaking of homes,”

Just as Classic Amy was about to close her eyes, drift off into her dream of Classic Sonic cradling her on his run for hours, letting her soak in that idealized delight; he hard braked and sent her head jerking forward.

“W-woooah!” she clung as a reflex tightly to his head and adjusted to around his arms as he skidded against the ground.

When her squinted eyes blinked wide open again, she looked to see her handsome hero looking down at her.

She waited a second, not having heard much of a ‘peep’ out of him, but having heard of his snarky attitude before. It seems he only really spoke comfortably in front of Eggman--of all people--and his closest friends.

“Where’s yours?” He smiled, capturing her in an array of hearts as twirling flowers floated around her vision, windmilling into her view to drown out reality.

He raised an eyebrow and leaned in a bit when he saw her distracted, “Uhh... Amy?”

She blinked, as though trying to lure him closer.

He frowned, “Lalaland is not considered a home.” he put her down, and she actually did find that a bit funny, though... it was probably meant to be more of an off-handed insult, she knew he wasn’t trying to hurt her feelings in anyway.

He just wasn’t one to let a good joke slip by.

He put a hand to his hip and shook his head up to the clouds, as though silently conversing with them how odd but innocent this girl was.

He looked back to her with a look of disappointment, as though to get her ‘head in the game’ and waited for her to answer him with a sharp, “No offense, but I’d rather get you home safely than concern myself with idle... uh... staring...” he itched his nose and looked down when he noticed she was still glued to him, her hands up by her chin and intertwined together as she openly showed her unwavering crush on him.

He knew he was handsome, but this... was a bit much to ask for.

“Amy...” He looked embarrassed, not sure how to ‘snap’ her out of it, and pulled away to try and create some space between her piercing eyes of sparkling wonder and awe of love... hoping to not have imaginary strings looping around him like a cowgirl to her prized hog.

“You’re my ultimate distraction~” she flirted, “Nothing you can do about that...”

He gruffed.

“And for your information, Lalaland is free of charge~” she moved up and tried to flick his nose, but as he avoided, he struggled to regain balance and started swaying on his one leg.

She giggled as he hopped to the side to get away from her and plant both feet down firmly. He gave her a look like he wasn’t one to just let a girl get the better of him, but she persisted further. “I have a beautiful residency there... If you ever feel like dropping by~” she batted her eyelashes, but moved her hands behind her back and swayed herself, just being girlie and trying to out-smart him.

“I hear rent’s cheap when you’re a squatter.”

“Ah!” she puffed up a cheek and stomped her foot to him, “Well, that’s not a nice thing to say to a pretty girl!”

“Glad you have the confidence. Looks like you don’t need a man, or anyone else for that matter, to tell you it for you.” He dusted himself off, turning away from her before sneaking in a pretty proud grin on his face. He wasn’t going to let her get away with such terrible flirting like that.

“Anyway, I’ve got things to do. Alone.” He folded his arms and faced his back to her, but was sure to stick his nose in the air, just for good measure. “It’s not safe running around this Zone with so many Badniks still afoot.”

“Doesn’t that mean you missed some?”

His face seemed to scrunch at her obvious dig.

“Why not let me help out in getting rid of them?” She cutely turned around to give him her full attention, offering to assist as she knew he loved to ‘clean up the leftovers’ just for sport after beating Robotnik. “I’ve been practicing with my hammer a lot more now and-!” She summoned it out, holding it firmly as memories of training away from towns by trying to knock over trees ran through her mind.

All those long days... the radio on in case of any news of him, and her constant efforts to knock down a firm tree in three blows, which was her first ever combo she learned with her new toy.

Proud to show off her new strength, she began to ramble as Sonic slowly turned his head and looked curiously back at her instrument of destruction.

“A hammer?” he inquired, leaning to look it over, but trying to keep his ‘aloof’ nature present.

“Yeah! I wasn’t too sure if I should it since it might have thrown your running off center, b-but...” she nervously began to feel her heart flutter when he showed interest in her magical item, and began to blush and dip her head down, turning her flushing cheeks away from him and closing her eyes as she continued. “D-do you think you’d like to help me try?”

“...Try and what?” he fully dropped the act and turned around, offering his hands to show he wanted to hold and examine the hammer closer.

She mistook his intent, and excitedly ‘poof’ed the hammer away placed her hands in his own.

He slowly... looked up to her with lowered eyelids to show his annoyance.

She giggled with hearts popping from around her head.

“...You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he chuckled out, and she realized she was slightly winning him over.

He removed his hands and shook them out, “Alright! One round around the Zones! No more or less!” he wagged his infamous pointer finger to make that statement unquestionable, and then gave her a legendary wink. “Sure you’re up for a few tips and tricks?”

She almost melted fully to the ground out of all the warm feelings he was giving her.

“Uh-huh~” Her agreeance lengthened by her sinking into such happiness, and seeing as her knees had turned to pudding, she offered him her hand and without hesitation he took it and pulled her back up into a bridal carrying position.

He ducked his head and her nose almost skimmed by his left cheek, “You ready?”

She was careful... when she nodded, she made sure her nose continuing to skim up and down his cheek looked like a hurried accident...

They charged through the Zones, having some fun as he taught her to better aim and invision where the target was going to be before throwing the hammer.

At first, her swings were a little klutzy, but he helped steady her balance. “What’cha gotta do is put your feet apart, like this.” she was too absorbed in his encasing hands over her own while she held the hammer out, feeling the cotton of his gloves smooth around her own that were slightly more thinner than his puffy ones, and trembled to try and remain poised while he taught her.

A moment went by of her just intensely watching his hands on her own as he tried to teach her a proper swing, before stopping and lightly loosening his grip.

“Sorry, am I being too much?” he pulled his arms back and Amy quickly shook her head, releasing all her built-up energy from being overly excited at his attentive teaching style.

“N-no, no, no! Not at all! Don’t let go~” she whispered the last part and looked off and up to the side, her eyes squeezing shut as she hoped he didn’t notice her blushing.

He did...

His eyes almost furled up as though he had been betrayed, forgetting a moment how she was like, and moved away from her.

He tapped his toe, realizing she wasn’t taking any of his advice seriously, and decided to be mad about it. “So, where’s your home again?”

“S-sorry! I’ll behave! I promise!” she shrieked, her hammer disappearing as she waved her arms about. After perfectly being thrown up into the air to then land squarely on a rooming Badnik, Sonic just had some awkward sweat drip down the side of his face.

“Wow, innate learner...” He muttered to himself, seeing as she actually had caught on to some things. He gave her a sideways look, seeing her wail and plea which made him uncomfortable.

Forgiving her, he just turned his head away from her and closed his eyes, “Alright, alright, enough already. It’s not my style to watch people beg.” he scratched his head, not sure what to do with her if she refused to let him take her back. “But it’s getting late, and I don’t feel comfortable leaving you all alone in the open like this.” he earnestly tried to tell her his thoughts and straightened up, playing the noble hero--which was already naturally within his heart--he tried to speak more plainly to her.

“I really should be getting you somewhere safe.”

“Oh, but... Sonic...” She moved closer up to him, making his eyes widened in curiosity at how sincere she looked.

She gently lowered her eyes and smiled, as though trying to create bubbles of light and sparkles around herself, “I’m already safe... right here with you.” she took his hands as he grew nervous, his mouth wagging open on the corners of his lower lip at how direct and unabashed this little girl could be.

“Uhhuhuhhuhh,” He didn’t know how to respond, and it was like his brain was going on a straight line to cut off all activity from her outrageous actions.

She pulled herself a little closer to him, “Maybe... you don’t have to send me anywhere... but we could just gaze up at the stars all night and talk about our future togeth-OFFPH!”

He shoved his head into hers, the hardness of the top of his head smashing her mouth closed as he then pulled away, adjusting his gloves as she rubbed her face in frustration.

“Serves you right for being so shameless.” he knew he hadn’t hurt her, but just shoved her mouth full of quills to silence her continual flirting.

“W-why you...” She twitched an eyebrow, seeing that wooing the man of her dreams might not be as easy as all those fairytale princesses made it out to be.

“If you’re so obsessed with sleeping under the stars, why not fly yourself to the moon?” He stuck out his tongue and dipped his lower-eyelid down. “Waybe when I wouwn’t wave to see yowr wittle wace anywore.” he spoke with his tongue out to taunt her and suddenly she was fuming.

Her arms shook down from her face, as enraged as any tigress, and charged after him. His gleeful expression as he took off and let her chase him lasted for a little while as they played the game of chase.

He kept taunting her, jumping up on a rock and spanking his butt while doing the same mocking gestures to get her to come after him, watching as he would jump and curl up to see the rock he was on get shattered to pieces by her fury.

He uncurled with a few bounces and pulled his arms up as though leisurely jogging, smiling as he was actually testing her further to see how well she really could battle.

‘She’s trying so hard to stay by my side...’ he thought to himself, seeing her calling out with embarrassed fury as she kept swinging and narrowly missing him.

He ducked, freaking out a moment, before sighing in relief, then looking as though happy and proud of her accomplishments. ‘Her aim has increased... Maybe... she was taking my teaching seriously after all.’ It made him glad that he could have moments with her that weren’t just all her feelings, but could be some of his own interests as well.

He plopped himself on another rock and stood like a gymnasts, his two hands positioned in front and below him, which kept him upright, as his legs went straight out ahead of him. “Is that all you got, Rascal?” he teased, smirking widely as he purposefully wore her out to make her more accommodating to his request in sending her homeward.

 “I’m bound... ha... ha... to catch up to you ... ha... ha... someday, Sonic... ha... ha... The Hedgehoooogggg...” she collapsed after making her way over to the boulder, and Sonic’s expression changed to a sweetness as he extended mercy by jumping stylishly off the rock and falling to a knee, offering her his hand. “I.. won’t... give up...” her shoulders bounced as she was on her knees, her arms shaking slightly at their exertion.

Sonic’s eyes bent and in his eyes... he truly knew what she meant.

“I know.” he stated, “But that doesn’t mean a mighty heroine doesn’t deserve a break.”

She was caught by his tender reply and looked over to him, amazed he was acting so kindly again to her.

“W-what happened?” she innocently blinked her eyes, and he laughed at her cuteness.

“I’m just glad you’re having fun.” He stated, and once again shook his arm, “Come on, come on... it’s time to head on back.”

“Ah, you’ll let me stay with you?” her eyes shined.

“No.”

She felt her whole world crash on her, “W-WHATTT???” she exclaimed, “B-but... we were having a moment...” she did her best ‘shaking hedgie eyes’ to make him reconsider.

“Ah-ah-ah.” He got up and shook his pointer finger, “Haven’t you heard? I’m immune to negotiations.” he played along.

“Even cute ones?” she pouted her lip and tilted her head.

For a moment, when Sonic’s eyes met hers, the rising dark shadows of the skies couldn’t block her gentle enticements of beauty from him.

He felt a breath quicken in through his nose and crawl down his lungs, holding itself there as though lodging itself there and wouldn’t move.

It was so fast that Amy didn’t even notice the momentary pupil dilation before he turned away from her and put his hands on his hips.

“...I already said I was taking you back. I keep my word.”

She felt some form of heartache, realizing that no matter how adorable she tried to look, or breathtakingly gorgeous she thought she must have looked in her mind, he wasn’t ever going to budge in her way.

He took final second to sneak a look behind his shoulder back at her, seeing her cry out that she conceded, and nod that he was right.

“It is late...”

“...Very.” he lowered his eyes, as though meaning she was very- “Ehem!” He cleared his throat, coughing into his hand and looking away again, “Very persistent. I don’t understand how anyone can keep up with you.”

“No one but you.”

He turned back as she sweetly praised him, but rolled it off his shoulders and stood a bit taller... not realizing she had boosted his ego a bit there.

“Naturally.” he smiled wider, rubbing his finger under his nose. “I’m the fastest thing alive, so it’s not uncommon for me to be one step ahead of your scheming.” he then lifted a shoe up and lightly poked her with it, smirking mischievously as though wanting her to chase after him again.

She let little tears build up in her eyes as she pouted, “You’re shooing me away again!”

“Only to keep good little girls like you out of bad little boy’s sights.” he teased again, kicking the foot back behind his other leg and looking like a real slick 90′s kid. “Cool off a little... it’s a compliment.”

“Hmph, I’m sure!” she stomped herself up and dusted off her dress. “Well, you won’t find my house, anyway!”

“Is that so?” He thought she was playing again, but was growing a little annoyed at her stubbornness. “Look, it was fun at first, Amy, but you really gotta tell me what’s going on. Why are you so opposed to going home?”

He buried his head down into his folded arms, trying to look stern on this, and it did intimidate her slightly into realizing he was serious...

She sighed, seeing him soften as she turned away. “It’s... complicated.” she pushed her index fingers together.

“How so?” He wondered... “Eggman..?”

“...N-no...” she didn’t want to lie... but... “Robbers!” She spun around, ‘More than anything... I just want to keep spending more time with you...’ she admitted only to herself in her heart.

“R-robbers?” Sonic broke his stance and suddenly took a step back.

“Thieves of the forest!” she spread her arms out wide, “About twenty of them!”

“...W-what?” He seemed disbelieving, so she nervously looked behind her and thought a second before continuing.

‘He’s not gonna buy this... but it’s worth a try! Hehe! Maybe he’ll think I’m cute for attempting to fool him.’ She turned her head back to him, “It was awful! Ah!” she jumped into his arms as he leaned forward with a perplexed expression before awkwardly having her draped over his chest.

“Come again? Where was this?” he decided to get some details first.

Amy sweated, she didn’t know many places around here... “U-Unimportant. They just came up to me all of a sudden! I was so scared!” she gripped her arms tightly around his back quills, nuzzling herself deeper into his chest as he squirmed from how uncomfortable this was.

“W-wah-what? Inside your house?” he wanted to keep investigating, but the odd sensation of her prickly head and soft cheeks against his underbelly really didn’t make it easy for him to concentrate on her story.

As he flinched and wriggled from the touch, not daring to move her, she smirked with a twinkle in her eye.

‘Got’em!’ she smirked, before pretending to act in distress again. “Ohh! Sonic! You don’t understand!”

“Then help me to understand.” he pulled her away, gently this time, but with added worry. He put his head leveled to hers, so she could focus and look directly in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, acting as though she was close to actual tears, pulling her hands in. “We... We can’t go back there, Sonic! I’m too... Ah! Afraid~” she tried to ‘swoon’ into his arms, having her hand lift up to her forehead and have the back of it dramatically positioned there but Sonic caught her from landing on him again.

“Now, hold on. Didn’t you say you felt safe with me?” he blinked with a frown, not going to allow her theatrics to play around much longer.

She pouted, deciding he needed further persuasion...

“Uh... Well... They took the whole house!” she hollered out, “Oh, Sonic, My hero, Hold me~” she cried, turning around to try and better get her arms around his neck but he held her out and slowly reclined back... and that’s when she knew... his annoyed expression...

“You’re just as sneaky as ever...” he puffed out.

“...D-don’t you believe a helpless little-AH!”

He threw her lying behind right up over his shoulder, keeping her there as punishment as she squirmed.

“H-hey! Nooo! Soooonic!! P-put me down, now!”

He yawned, feeling her light pats against his head and back as she ‘struggled’ but knew somewhere deep down she was probably enjoying the further ‘play’ anyway.

He kept one arm down by his hip, but lifted it up to shrug. “Oh well, if you don’t have a home, I guess you’ll have to stay with me the rest of your life, huh, Amy?”

She immediately dropped her pretend, her eyes full of stars as she gleefully grinned. ‘Success!’ she cheered within her mind.

“...Is what you want me to say, right?”

She deflated... “Ohhh....”

“Come on, Amy... Enough games.” He looked back up to her, waiting with his ear turned to her for the truth. “What’s really keeping you so adamant?”

“...Okay, you got me.” She knew she couldn’t keep it up for long. “I... My house... it kinda...”

She then took on a serious expression, pulling out a hankie and blowing into it, “It’s in the sky now, Sonic! Whahaa!”

“...What?” he deadpanned.

“Those robbers they... they cut it up into tiny pieces! It’s gone, Sonic. There’s nothing left of it! My beautiful, beautiful home. Taken before it’s prime!”

He heard her blow into the hankie and shut his mouth.

“...Guess I’ll have to find every last piece of it... and rebuild it myself...” His eyebrow twitched. ‘There has to be a limit to this girl’s presumptuous mannerisms!’

...Had he finally found his match?

Someone to equal his own obscure, reckless nature?

Someone who would consistently not fail to banter till there was no time left on the clock?

“I’ll ask one more time...”

Amy shivered in fear, “You... You wouldn’t do anything ungentlemanly now... w-would you?”

His eyes revealed he was at his limit to her shenanigans.

“Eep!” she threw up the white handkerchief and forfeited, “Okay, okay! In all honesty, I-... I don’t want to part from you, but the reason I won’t tell you where my house is is because... because... I’m... homeless...” she lowered her head.

“That’s it-!” he put both hands on her hips over his shoulder and was about to charge her through a very unpleasant ‘joyride’ to interrogate her into learning some humility but she flailed.

“No, no, wait! This time, it’s the truth!” she waved her arms about, “Please, this time, you gotta believe me! I live on a town’s alley with a box and a blanket!”

He paused...

“You’re not making this up to get pity out of me... right?” he slightly glared back up at her, and she nodded, pulling her hands in and bundling them up by her chin.

“I swear, Sonic. I’m not just kidding around or playing this time... I could show you but...” she looked away, “I wash my clothes because a nice lady thinks I’m sweet and cute... I help her fold her laundry and her children’s bibs in the morning so she pays for my clothes and I secretly sneak out the back and spray the pool water on me while it’s too early for anyone to be up yet...”

He lowered his head, this isn’t what he wanted to hear...

Everything was getting too complicated... She shouldn’t be admitting this to him.

“For food, I usually track berries, but I got here from some traveling gypsies who taught me Tarot cards and treated me very well. They also showed me how to... I don’t steal, so I just performed little fortune tellings here and there to make some money, but it’s only enough for about a week’s worth of food... hence why I help the lady...”

He put her down, “That’s enough.” he stated, closing his eyes. “You didn’t need to tell me all that... I believe you.”

She pulled away, feeling like he may think she’s stinky or pitiful, and scrunched up the ends of her skirt, looking embarrassed.

“I’m sorry... I really do like you, Sonic The Hedgehog... but I’m not much of a ...” her bottom-lip quivered. “Lady... as you deserve.” she was on the verge of tears. “But if I didn’t have such humble beginnings... maybe then... I’d be pretty enough to get you to watch the stars with me one night...” she sucked in her breath, dashing off to avoid any further shame before Sonic immediately caught her mid-turn and pulled her back, not letting her escape. “Ah!”

“... I wash my shoes in the lakes and rivers...”

His voice was... empathetic.

“My best friend is an orphan... the other is the last of his kind.”

He stared at her... no judgement.

Her eyes... shined with the love she could see from his enormous heart.

“We all stay in a roughly build placed by a beach... next to a crashed plane.”

“Sonic...” her eyes shook, realizing...

“I’m not the big-shot hero everyone thinks me to be either,” He took a powerful breath in and held it, showing pride as he looked away, recollected himself, and then narrowed his eyes to her. “There’s no shame in being unwanted, alone, or without anything to your name besides your skills and talents... Regardless of what you think a ‘Lady’ qualifies as to be worthy...” he walked up and lightly patted her head,

“...Lalaland is nothing like a warm bed. I’ll give you all of what I’ve found and have collected over the years, so you can be safe too.”

Her heart expanded, and she never knew a man could love someone as unlady-like as it could get. She was without anything... and yet...

He still built a side shack for her on the beach, inviting her in as she insisted on cooking for the boys, and becoming... apart of their team.

[jojoforthesoul]

The Comfort of Silence

Note: Once again sorry for being gone for so long. This wasn’t requested, I just kinda felt like writing Giorno in a vulnerable state with his s/o. I would appreciate if you guys sent in requests because I’ve gone through them all. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: tired Giorno

Giorno walks into your room as he did every day. He closes the door and slumps against it with his forehead to the door, losing his normally perfect posture.

“What’s up, baby?” you direct to his obviously exhausted state. It was quite concerning to see the pristine man in such a stare of disarray. He turns to face you, but does not answer you. There’s no need; you know what to do. You get up to go and help him to the bathroom. As you look closer at him, you see that his hair is a lot messier than normal and looks as if it would fall out of the braid with one small tug.

You sit him on the side of the ornate bath tub and begin running his water. He begins to strip without a peep. As he does so, you go into your shared bedroom and pull out his favorite pajama set. You set them on the bathroom counter and look over to see Giorno already in the bath. His eyes are closed, so you take that as an opportunity to admire your lover.

Even when he was dead tired, he was still ethereal. His golden locks hung over the edge of the tub. His bangs had been unrolled and pushed back. You also noticed the light circles under his eyes which communicated just how little sleep he had been getting.

You sit next to him on the side of the tub and cup his face. He slightly flinches at your touch, but quickly relaxed into it. Your thumb lightly runs over his cheekbone in a comforting gesture. A slight smile appears on his face and how gently you caress him.

It’s times like these, when one of you is so tired and burnt out that you can barely stand, that you feel the closest to each other. Giorno can feel your love from every one of you movements. Even though no words have been exchanged between you two, the pure admiration and care in the air was palpable.

“I’ll bathe myself quickly then meet you in bed, ok?” Giorno says, opening his eyes to look into yours. The exhaust in his eyes from earlier seemed to be pushed away by the soft, gentle love that fills them now.

You nod and leave the bathroom to change into your sleepwear and get into bed to wait for your lover. Soon enough after getting comfortable on your back, Giorno comes into the room in the pajamas that you had grabbed for him. He quickly walks over to the bed and gently places his head on your chest. You reciprocate his actions by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and intertwining your legs with his.

“Do you want to talk or can we do that tomorrow?” you ask him while softly combing out his freshly washed tresses with your fingers.

“Tomorrow,” he replied, already half asleep.

“Whatever you want,” you replied, feeling sleep soak jnto your bones. “Good night my love.” You kissed the crown of his head and fell into a peaceful slumber with your lover by your side.

[harringrovetrashrat]

(We had a romcom month in Nov and y’all are gonna be subject to my bs.  This one is While You Were Sleeping inspired)

Steve groaned when there was knocking.

“Tommy, for the last time, no, you can’t move in, no I’m not in black underwear, and no--” He swung the door open to a smiling Billy, one eyebrow raised teasingly.  Steve flushed.  “Sorry, thought you were Tommy.” He said, shoving his hands into his pajama pockets.  Billy chuckled.

“Happens all the time,” he said.  He stood there a moment before ducking his head and licking his lips, wry smile on his face.  “Can I come in?”

“Oh, yeah!” Steve chirped, moving out of the way so Billy could enter.  He moved into the living room, letting Billy follow.  “Sorry,” he said with a wince, gesturing to the mess.  Billy shrugged.  It was quiet a moment before Billy cleared his throat and pointed at Steve’s chest.

“Deciding on ties?” He asked.  Steve looked down, looked at the navy blue, dark green, and coral neckties he had on.

“Oh,” Steve chuckled, pulling them off.  “Yeah, just uh, just seeing what will work.  For tomorrow.” Steve stared at Billy, taking him in.  Billy was looking at the clothes Steve had laid out, at the options he’d pulled out for the impromptu wedding.  It made his heart clench, made his lungs feel heavy.  He wanted Billy to say something.  “What did--”

“I’m sorry,” he said, face set.  “For all the trouble I gave you.” Steve’s words were stuck in his throat as Billy spoke.  “I’m gonna be really happy to, to call you my brother in law,” he said, smiling at Steve.  It didn’t reach his eyes quite right and Steve wanted him to fucking say something.  Billy hummed softly and pulled a small package out of his pocket.  “Oh, I got you a wedding gift,” he said.

“Yeah?” Steve’s voice was soft and Billy looked up at him through his lashes.  Steve gently took the present, unwrapping it carefully.

“I saw it in the window on a job and just--”

“Billy,” Steve breathed.  It was a snow globe.  Nothing fancy, but it was of Florence.  Steve shook it, watching the snow fall.  “Billy I--”

“Anyway--”

“Tell me a reason why I shouldn’t marry Heather,” he said, cutting Billy off.  “Tell me a reason and I won’t.”  Billy froze, gaze sad.  But, he didn’t say anything.  Didn’t utter a peep.  Steve gripped the snow globe tighter and smiled, nodding reflexively to the rejection, trying to push through the way it felt like his heart was breaking.  “Okay.  Yeah.”

“Steve,” Billy said, voice soft.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?  At the--” Steve took a breath.  “At the ceremony.” Billy looked like he wanted to say something, wanted to say a lot of things.  But again, he didn’t.  Just nodded and put his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah,” he replied, voice quiet.  “Tomorrow.” Steve shut the door behind Billy as he left, leaning his forehead against it to cry.  He took shuddery breaths, tried not to cry the day before his wedding, but for once, he couldn’t stop the tears.

--

Steve couldn’t believe he was late.  Couldn’t believe he was going to be late to his own wedding.  Yeah, maybe he wasn’t looking forward to it as much as he would have been a month ago, but he didn’t want to be late.  He skidded into the hallway and quickly found the room where everything had been set up.  Hop and Joyce were standing and talking, Murray was just sitting and watching the show, and Billy--

Billy was standing and waiting on Heather’s side.  Because of course he was her Man of Honor.  Steve walked in, waving.  He made it halfway down the aisle before he realized he’d left his jacket on.  So he ran back, put it on the hook, and walked down the aisle towards the family again.

“Finally!” Hopper boomed, smiling.  “You didn’t get cold feet did you?” Steve chuckled and shook his head.

“No, no.  Let’s uh, let’s do this.” Steve nodded to the rest of the family and looked at Billy.  Billy looked away from him as soon as they locked eyes and Steve once more wished for a lot of things.

Music began and Steve watched Heather walk down the aisle, Hopper leading her along.  They were smiling and Heather pulled her IV along, beaming at Steve.  He smiled back, thinking about how she and Billy had the same dimples.

Then the priest had started to speak and Steve looked in Heather’s eyes and--

“I object,” he said quietly.

“He what?” Hopper said, leaning forward.  Heather just blinked, tilting her head.  The priest gave him a quizzical look.

“We haven’t gotten to that part yet,” he said.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do this,” Steve said, letting go of Heather’s hands and stepping back.  “I--” He looked at the family.  “I’ve been lying to you.  To all of you.  And I can’t go through with this when I love--” He looked at Billy, heart slamming against his ribcage.  Billy stared, jaw slack.

“Billy?” Hopper groaned.  “Boy, what did you do?” Billy snapped out of his shock, furrowing his brow.

“What did I do?  I didn’t do anything!”

“He didn’t!” Steve cut in.  Everyone fell silent again.  “He didn't.  This is all on me, okay?  I’m not.  I’ve never been Heather’s fiancee.” The family collectively blinked.  “There was a miscommunication when she arrived and I didn’t correct them and then you guys came and--” He choked up a little, anxiety and regret filling him.  “You were all so lovely,” he  breathed out.  “A big, loving family that annoyed each other and ragged on each other but still loved each other at the end of the day.  I never… My parents stopped living at home when I was 13.  They didn’t stay at home with me for more than a week at a time.  I’ve never had real, good family in my life and…” He looked at them, all in varying degrees of shock.  “I fell in love with all of you,” he said, voice soft but strong.  Sure.  “And I was selfish and held onto it for too long.  Let this keep going when Heather doesn’t even know me.” He looks at her then, finding her smiling, even if it was sad.  Steve had let go of her hands during his little speech, but he took one again.  “I’m sorry,” he said to her.  “It was unfair to you and-- I’m just sorry.” Steve looked at Billy, who seemed unsure if he was shocked, angry, sad, or happy.  Steve understood that.  “I’m sorry to you too, because somewhere along the way of falling in love with your family, I fell in love with you as well.  And it wasn’t fair to… To want that when you didn’t know the truth.”

Before anyone could say anything else, the door burst open.

“I object!” A short, redheaded woman yelled from the doorway.

“Anyone else?” The priest asked, annoyed and ready to go home.

“Who are you?” Hopper demanded, brows drawn together.

“I’m Heather’s real fiancee!” She snapped, stomping down the aisle.  Heather’s eyes bugged out.

“Carol?  You said no!” She protested.

“Yeah, well I changed my mind--”

“What the fuck?” Joyce mumbled, pressing a dainty hand to her forehead.  The family got mixed up in the commotion and Steve quickly slipped out before anyone could pay him any mind.  It was easier that way.  He could slip out of their lives as easily as he slipped in and let them get back to normal.

--

Steve scratched a line on his notepad with his pen, cheek resting on his hand.  The day was slow, most people quietly bustling their way along in the cold of Chicago.  He sighed, letting his head fall forward to the desk.

“Listen,” Robin said from behind him, spinning around in her chair.  “It’s literally painful watching you mope.  Let’s get drinks tonight or something.” Steve didn’t look over his shoulder, just shrugged.

“Not feeling it,” he mumbled.  Robin sighed.  She opened her mouth to say more, maybe snark some sense back into him, when she saw a group approaching.  Steve still had his head down, shoulders slumped as he tried to make himself small.

It had been a long week since everything and Steve was tired.  Was tired, was sad, and didn’t really want to exist.  He’d been looking at plane tickets while holding Billy’s snow globe like some sort of creep for most of the week.  If he imagined being able to bring Billy along, no one else needed to know.  But it was the only thing he could think of to do.  To take some steps to enjoy his life, even if he had to do it alone.

He really didn’t want to do it alone.

There was a clink in front of him and he grabbed the change, not looking up or even saying his customary hello.  Once he had the pass printed, he slipped it back under the window and a hand quickly placed itself on top of his.  Steve’s breath caught.  He knew those fingers.  Knew those rings.  He’d memorized them.

Blue eyes were gazing down at him when he looked up, mouth opening in shock.  Billy smiled at him, small and hopeful.  Hopper and Joyce were doing a particularly bad job of hiding behind the pillar and watching.  Murray and Max had foregone trying to hide and were just watching, smiling at the sight.  Steve’s mind was racing.  Were they here to tell him off?  Were they mad?  Were they--

“Wanna go on a trip with me, pretty boy?” Billy asked, voice gentle and loving and everything Steve had been wanting to hear for the past month.  He gaped, mind working too slow to catch up.  Billy looked a little nervous at his silence, obviously chewing on the inside of his lip.

“Oh my god,” Robin said as the silence dragged on too long. “He so fucking does.  Please, take his moping ass on a date so I don’t have to drown him myself.”

“Robin!” Steve hissed, turning red.

“You’ve literally been depressed all week and it’s been bringing my vibe down.” Her look softened as she smirked, small and just at Steve.  “Go get your man.  I’ll cover for you.”

Steve could have kissed her.

Instead, he stood, shoving the door to the booth open and jumping the turnstile to cup Billy’s face and pull him into a kiss.  Billy’s hands settled on his waist as he smiled against Steve’s lips.  Joyce let out a Yes! that was probably louder than it should have been, but Steve didn’t care.  Didn’t think about anything except the lips pressed against his.  When he pulled back, Billy was smiling, bright and happy and Steve loved him.

“I’d go anywhere with you, Blue.”

[temptingempress]

The Mafia’s Princess J.hs (2)

Summary: “I can’t loose you because if I loose you I loose myself. You’re all I have left.” she begged him to put the gun down. Her bloody knees splashed into the mud. Helicopters surrounded them and the sirens were getting closer and closer but she could think about was him. The man whom she fell in love with, standing in front of them. Gun pointed towards his head.

This is a HoseokxOc story but feel free to think of her as y/n. I just didn't want to call her y/n so I used my own character that you'll see in a lot of my stories but her mood and temperment will change in each story.

Warning: A bit of sexual interaction but nothing too much, weapons, skin damage, cursing, DIOR FREAKING HOSEOK. AKA: SUPERIOR HOSEOK.

Previous: https://temptingempress.tumblr.com/post/639443379410927616

Hauling Areum away in his arms from the vent into his arms, he opened the window just to see that the cops and dogs were guarding the entire motel, just waiting for them to come back and attack. He had to think and he had to think fast or else they’ll both be dead meat. He looked around and spotted one place where the dogs nor the cops have reached yet. The garbage bin. Of course, it was disgusting but it was the only chance they got. 

Hoseok’s P.O.V

I sigh as I held Areum close to my chest, there’s no way that she could be seen by the police or else it’s pretty much over for her and her family. I quickly set Areum down being careful not to to injure her even more than I already did. I had some spare time until the cops could reach this area. Taking my jacket off, I carefully wrapped it on her wounded leg so no infection would begin to grow. I had to get her back home and I had to do it fast. There she could be met with a medic. This all has me wondering if I should just drop her off at the place she belongs and leave her be. All I am is trouble in her life. I am in everybody's and I really dont give a shit. I’ve become my own nightmare that lost it’s mercy ten years ago but when it comes to her. I swear I’d do anything. I’ve become so selfish and allowed my heart to become enslaved in chains to her love. To her affection. To the way she smiles or the way the moonlight touches her soft skin. 

Love is tortuous, I feel myself going on a never ending rollercoaster with her. She was the worst thing that ever happened to me but the best thing at the same time. She can’t let me go and that’s the worst part about this relationship because I know at some point she’s going to have to let me go. Not that I want to go. I want to be her dream man and offer everything she wants that she deserves but not off of blood money. I’ve never thought that one time in my life I’d be regretting being a mafia lord. Love is powerful. 

All this goes through my mind as I picked her up once more and jumped into the trash can, where there were a lot of bags. Yes, it’s risky to possibly get stabbed by glass shards or bitten by a rat but it was better than prison. Our landing sound was muffled by the plastic bags. The cops were approaching so I closed the bin and hid myself and Areum to the best of my ability. There happened to be a small hole that I peeped through to see if the cops were going along their way but they weren’t. They were just guarding the whole hotel as well as their dogs. We needed a distraction so I picked up a rusted old wrench and while they werent looking aimed it at the highest window that was out of the cop’s eyesight, so of course they wouldn’t see the wrench. Once the glass broke the cops shouted and ran towards the window, holding their guns up. I took Areum when the coast was clear and silently got out of there, running far away into the woods. Once I was far enough, I slung Areum onto my back and looked into my suitcase for a pager. “I need a car sent to Eastwood Urgently.” 

Eastwood was about 5 miles away but it was the only place where I knew to navigate to from here. My pager dings before a man starts to talk “Yes sir, it will take us fifteen minutes. Parked in the garage sir.”

“Thanks Jungkook. Coming home soon, prepare med for Areum. She got a bog bite...” I looked at Areum’s leg. Lines of slightly opened bloody flesh lined along her legs “And a bit of a scratch.”

As I kept walking on the cops were soon long gone or so I think. You never know in this field of work. I had a long ways to go and there was no way Areum could walk on her feet. She wasn’t very heavy so I could handle it. Walking through nature was quite nice actually. It’s not something I usually do. I had to make it to Eastwood before the sun rose because if not I could get caught by someone. I felt Areum shift her head on my back, and soon her hips.

“Baby?” I say to her as she regains her conscious. I went to a tree and sat her down onto the leaves so she could wake up and I could take a small break before we move again.

Areum’s P.O.V

An instant sting shot onto my leg as if somebody took sharp nails and dragged it along on my skin. “Augh!” I whimpered as I reached for the long bloody scratch. I saw that a sweater was wrapped around my bloody wounds. I don’t even remembered what happened after being in that vent. All I remember was darkness. “It hurts.” my voice cracks as my hands tried to rub down the cut to attempt to make it feel better but my attempts only made it worse. I wasn’t used to all this. I mean, small scars and such were common but this? My eyes began to water as the pain only got worse. It wouldn’t go away. Hoseok knelt towards me, caressing my cheeks. “Hey, you’re alright.” 

~

Areum felt Hoseok’s heavy breaths as he continued to walk with her in his arms. Two hours passed and they were far out of the cop’s sight. They were almost to their destination but Hoseok’s steps became slower. Areum spoke “Stop, I could walk on my own now.”  Hoseok shook his head as he kept walking. Sure, he was tired and he exhausted. He could just pass out right then and there but he wasn’t going to let go of her.  “Hoseok.” Areum spoke louder as her fingers gripped his shirt. “Let me go.” “You’ll get hurt more Areum, I’ve already done enough to you!” He didn’t let go her, he couldn’t let her go but soon enough he had to let her go. “Let’s take a break.” he panted. Areum’s P.O.V

I laughed a little as he had to let me go sooner or later. Some long scratched lined my leg and I still felt the sting but it wasn’t unbearable. I could walk on my own now, well, at least limb. By looking at Hoseok slumped down on a tree I had to walk at this point “Okay, just get on my shoulders.” He panted and knelt down. I chuckled a bit as I tightened the ‘band aid’ Hoseok put on my cut. “No love.” I push Hoseok’s shoulders back up. “I need to start doing things on my own.” Five years ago. Areum’s P.O.V

The evening of the ball was wonderful to say the less but as the sun set over the horizon the part I dreaded came. The dance. Where my parents set up certain men from different kingdoms to dance with me. Expecting me to find my one and only true love but the truth was I liked none of these stuck up petty men. They think they all have me at their fingertips when really they all disgust me. With their pristine suits, perfect smiles, and expensive rings. I was so sick of seeing all of them but especially one of them, Namjoon. 

Namjoon was the richest prince there was. Everyone knew him, loved him, and loathed him. He was the number one running to marry in my parents list but certainly not on mine. Taking a class of champagne before the dance I saw Namjoon coming towards me. Even down to the way he walks irritates me. Even though he didn’t do anything to me I just didn’t want to marry him. I didn’t want him to take me away to wherever he lived and trap me as his little house wife. Oh yeah, might I mention, all of Namjoon’s ex wives told me not to marry him because he’s demanding, bratty, and a so called womanizer.

He gave me a smile and fixed his glasses and I returned with a nice gesture. Coming close he looked down to me, admiring every aspect of my long golden dress. He finally spoke “Good day my lady, I’m looking forward to out dance.”  I just smiled and nodded, just because I hated him didn’t mean I had to be rude to the guy. Even though I really wanted to punch his ass to ten buck two. His next words to me made me gag my champagne. “Maybe I could get more than a dance by the end of tonight.”  He swayed away with a wink. Now I really wanted to get out of this place. That man was the epitome of sickness. The bell rung and it was already time for the dance. All the princesses gathered in front of the princes. I took my position right in front of Namjoon. The kings and queens oversaw from the tall stories. Overlooking their daughters with binoculars, seeing if they could see anything “magical.”

The dance has begun and we all followed the elaborate and precise steps to the rhythm. Princes caught us by our waist and held onto our hands tight. Twirling all around the dance floor I soon was caught by Namjoon. My soon to be king. He smirked down onto me as his hand traveled down my waist. I gave him a naïve smile but I really knew what he was doing all along. I couldn’t be more happy to spin again into another prince’s arms but Namjoon seemed disappointed that my body left his presence.

 The dance went on and on and on. “I think we have found the one for Namjoon, may he have your daughter in marriage?” Namjoon’s father exclaimed loud enough for me to hear. My body went into full shock, I just wanted to get out of there. I knew my parent’s would say yes since they’ve been rooting for us. 

Spinning

Spinning

My eyes caught the guards running outside of the palace, everyone seemed distracted so I decided to discreetly take my leave. I lifted my long golden dress up and ran to where the guards were running towards. They led me all the way outside. I heard one of the guards running close so I pressed my back onto the brick wall surrounded by bushes so they wouldn’t see me.  “There he is!” One of them yelled and chased after a man. I tried to get a closer look but all I could see was a leather black mask and all black attire. He seemed to have a black turtle neck a buckles along his chest. Strange, how could he even get into the castle’s quarters. I knew I shouldn’t of but I followed the thief, looking for some new excitement. The guards lost him but I knew exactly where he was heading, the maze. He was taking a shortcut to the maze. One that could be missed by the guards. It was strange that he knew where everything was in this castle, was he one of our workers before? He entered the maze and I came after him. I saw something shiny in his hands, aw it was my bracelet. As I followed I stepped on the noisiest branch. 

Dang

The thief turned back, pulling out a black gun and it sure did look terrifying. Something that’s never allowed on the grounds of the castle. “Who goes there.” He spoke. “Come out or I will shoot.” 

I didn’t really have a choice, the last thing I wanted to do tonight was get shot. Well, maybe it was better than getting engaged to Namjoon. I came out of the bushes and allowed my dress to flow down. I bowed at the thief lifting two sides of my dress up. Once I analyzed his face might I say... He wasn’t bad looking, he looked pretty good for a thief actually. “Princess Bailey.”  The thief stood there for a bit, probably in shock he’s seeing me out of anyone. Hoseok’s P.O.V

 This day couldn’t get anymore stranger. I put the bracelet in my pocket but held the gun tight in my hand. I wasn’t afraid to get royal blood splattered on my clothes. “Who do you come with. Where are the guards.” For some reason she just stood in front of me. Staring me down as if I was some sort of toy in the toy store. She took a step closer to me but I took two steps back, holding my gun higher to her head. If I shot at anytime she would for sure dead. This was one bold princess. She spoke once again “That bracelet, it’s mine. But, you could have it.” “I wasn’t asking.” “What is it for might I ask? Will you pawn it?” She seemed super calm when seeing a whole criminal right in front of her. The biggest one of Korea that is. “It’s for someone.” “Oh a gift? How kind of you sir. If you asked me I would’ve gave it to you.”  “You don’t even know me. “ “Who are you then.” The princess smiled as she stepped closer again “I come in peace, please lower your gun.”  Not budging still I get a small intercom out of my pocket and spoke “Bring the helicopter in the maze.” “Helicopter? That’s not very discreet. This castle is filled with security tools. You’ll surely get shot down.” She sung as her heels kicked the rocks on the ground. I thought about it and she did have a point. “Cancel the helicopter..” I turned the intercom off and looked at the princess. “Okay, then what do you suggest?” The princess smiled and turned to me. Happy that I gave her an inch. This may be a big trap but at this point I didn’t have a choice. 

“Follow me.” She hums.

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Hello everyone, I hoped you liked the part two of the Mafia’s Princess. Now you know a little backstory, I’m curious if anybody reads my story. If so could you please comment or anonymously tell me so I am more encouraged to continue it? Thank you so much and tell me what you think so far. I might accept request pretty soon! Thank you so much for reading :)

[crystaldwightsworld]

Adam, post surgery, on medical leave...

So... I’ve got this whole, weird, crazy, obviously non canon idea in my head for something I wanna do.

It’s obvious that Adam is struggling even after the 6 months of medical leave Sarif has given him but what’s been on my mind is, what’s he been doing in the 6 months prior?

Surely, drinking up a storm, smoking and eating massive amounts of cereal to try and manage to cope but I can’t imagine the amount of pain he must have been in in adjusting to his augmentations. I mean, severe pain, agony and anguish. Not to mention the clear breakdown he has the first night he gets home from the clinic. I’m talking a severe breakdown, crying, beating on the wall of his shower, wailing, angry and pained tears. It’s all he can do on most days other than get out of bed. He’s fallen to the bottom pit of a depressive state that he can’t even be bothered to clean up after himself (i.e. the piles of empty cereal bowls strewn about counter tops and tables, unpacked belongings, etc), let alone look at himself (the first broken mirror). Adam loathes his augs, suffers greatly with body dysphoria now that more than half his body is gone and replaced with mechanical limbs he never consented to but on top of all of it, his ex-girlfriend is gone, whom he was really good friends with even after the break up. Even his dog is gone.

He’s become aware of how serious his neglect is getting. As much as he’d like to handle it on his own and as much as he prefers being a loner, there’s a big part of him that knows he can’t, especially when he has more days where he just wants nothing more than to lay in bed. So, he hires somebody. A maid in such words but she’s more like a house sitter but also called on to be a caregiver for Adam, to Adam. Her name is Adley and even though Adam isn’t quite sure at first with how young she is (she’s 24, yes, major age difference, if that bothers you, then I understand) she adheres and abides by his politely requested rules in keeping his apartment tidy and kempt following in keeping an eye on him, his health and his daily exercises in adjusting with his augs. It’s a long, grueling six months for them both but she’s been better than he would have ever asked for. She’s extremely mindful in keeping his privacy in mind, knocks on the door before entering, doesn’t touch anything she’s not supposed to or rearranging his possessions, keeps his extensive collection of cereals in stock, makes sure he takes his medicine and eats all while being even as quiet as he is, unless she’s playing music that she politely asks to play while she works on her surroundings, trip-hop she called it, some bands he’s never heard of, massive attack and unkle (to which he’s caught her on more than one occasion dancing to while she worked, and yes, he finds it rather cute). He appreciates her but doesn’t quite know how to show or tell her. She does more for him other than provide a service.

Adley, on the other hand, likes Adam, has grown to admire him. Like, really likes him although it’s something she’d never admit to anyone. She genuinely cares for him and his well being and has shown it to him, even in his supposed unawareness of it (i.e. covering him with a blanket after he’s fallen asleep on the couch or in his bed, closing the door and hardly bothering him on days where his pain levels are too much to handle, chatting with him in the early hours of the morning through messenger or skype when he can’t sleep, sending him memes she knows he’d find funny). Adam’s augmentations don’t bother her but when she shows up one afternoon after Adam’s taken off to an appointment at a LIMB clinic, she discovers just how serious his self loathe really is when she finds the mirror in his bathroom shattered to pieces, cracked and broken with one perfectly shaped impact of what she thinks is his fist. It’s not hard for her to put two and two together. Adam hated himself and would rather destroy a reflective surface than catch a glimpse of himself in it. It breaks her heart, especially since she found him more than attractive, augs or no augs, she’d feel the same. She’d worked hard to gain Adam’s trust and now that she has it, she feels that she might be jeopardizing it by bringing up concerns.

It bothers her immensely to the point where her bother shifts quickly in worry with a desperate need to tell him, to show him that he shouldn’t... when he does. She brings it up after he arrives back, genuine concern laced in her voice when she questions him about it.

“The mirror... did you- did you break it?”

But, alas, the stoic that he was, he brushes if off immediately and claims that it was nothing. Claims that he’s fine. Retreats to the confines of his room with nothing more than a peep uttered, leaving Adley to her thoughts, confused and conflicted. She knows better than to push him on it.

It’s the third one he’s broken. He hadn’t meant for her to find it. Had forgotten completely that it was one of those days where she made her routine visits. But even then, the mirror still would have been there, she still would have noticed it. He spends nearly the rest of the evening, glaring and gawking at his handiwork, reflecting on the force of his punch, the anger in what was left of his veins, the ache still hiding behind his steel heart (literally). He doesn’t realize just how long he’s been sitting there lost in a daze until she knocks on the frame of his doorway, announcing that she was about to leave for the evening and asking if he needed anything. That was Adley. Always so sweet and kind, worried about him way before she’d be worried about herself. With shoulders still slumped and his back still to her, he finally manages to speak, the first words he’s spoken to her in hours.

“Adley, can I talk to you for a minute?” His raspy low voice asks to her. There’s absolutely no lilt or fall to his tone but her heart nearly sinks to her feet, so certain that this was going to be the last time she’d ever see him, that he was going to fire her. Either way, she steps into the room and makes her way over to him, standing a few feet away from him in waiting for his dismissal, her fingers anxiously fidgeting in her nervousness.

It’s a long, empty and barren silence between them before he finally turns to match her gaze. There was no point in ignoring it any longer.

“I broke the mirror.” He admits. His confession surprises her.

“You’re not firing me?” She asks, to his surprise.

“Of course not, why would I?” He asks, genuinely confused.

“I thought I- I-I don’t know, maybe I had over stepped a line or something.” She brings up, her voice breaking and cracking. She’s nervous, Adam senses. “Why did you break the mirror?”

Adam inhales and sighs heavily, stretching his lengthy legs out in front of him and combing his fingers through his hair. He takes one last quick glance at his destroyed mirror before reminding himself not to look at it and shifting his gaze back to Adley. She’s not expecting it when he retracts his eye shields. She’s never seen him without them.

“Because... because I hate these fucking augs, I hate looking at them, what they make me. They’re apart of me now and there’s nothing I can do about it. I almost died on that table, Adley. They say they saved my life but... with what they had to do to do it, with what they gave me... sometimes I wonder if I’d be better off dead. Should have let me die there. I can hardly stand to look at myself because that’s not me, that’s not... Adam. I- for fuck’s sake, I can’t even jack off, cannot get my goddamn rhythm back- I-” He pauses, realizing what he just said with his mind running rampant with thoughts, he hadn’t even thought twice about what he was saying. Adley still stood there, waiting and listening to him although was now doing a horrible job to hide the smile that had appeared on her lips.

It’s faint, hardly there at all but even in the dim light seeping through his blinds that was the Detroit night, she catches the grin that appears just ask quick as it vanishes, watching Adam close his eyes against the embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry Adley, I’m sure you don’t wanna listen to me vent and rant.” Adam breaks the awkward silence.

“N-no Adam, it’s okay, really. I don’t mind.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to keep you, if you need to leave-”

“No, I don’t but... Adam.” She says, her gaze lifting towards the bathroom where his broken mirror resided. He catches her glimpse. She has no idea how to put it into words, that his augmented limbs didn’t scare her, how much she adored him, how much she pondered and thought about him, immersed in fantasies and scenarios that would never happen...

“Can I try something? I mean, show you, I don’t know.” She asks him, wanting his permission. He nods. She wastes no time in making herself comfortable in front of him, between his now pulled up knees and... on hers before him. This is, this was highly, highly suggestive but he waits for her, enamored in her tiny frame in the darkness of his bedroom.

Her lacquered fingers lift cautiously and reach for his alloy plated hands. Augmented hands didn’t sense touch the exact same way skin did but either way, he could still feel her hands in his, her flesh chilled but cradling his carbon black fingers with a tenderness he had all but forgotten. She has no idea where this new found confidence was coming from but with her trust that she held with him, she’s not afraid to let her hand explore his forearm, letting his other touch her face as she pushes her cheek against his palm, almost lovingly all the while a gawking Adam stared at her, mouth slightly agape, his heart, artificial or not, thudding rampantly against the steel wall of his chest cavity. She... had no idea what this meant to him, what it felt like to be touched again. He’s so overwhelmed and fixated on her hands on him that he has to remember to tell himself to breathe.

“I don’t see the augs, Adam. I... only see you. Yes, apart of you may be gone, may have been taken from you but... this is still you, this is the Adam I know. Augs or no augs, I’d feel the same way. Trust me when I say that I don’t let just anybody near me like this, let alone touch. I don’t see a machine, a product. I see you, a man, my um- well my friend, I guess, if I’m being honest.” She tells him. Of course if she were really being honest, she’d tell him he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, that no one compared to him.

He may not show the emotion on his face but it’s written well in his eyes, glimmering in the low light and contracting in taking her in. They’d been close before but nothing like this, nothing intimate. Her hands move to his face, her skin grazing against his and goddamn, he could almost melt with the tiny brushes of her pinky fingers invading into his hair line.

“I can’t change the way you think or feel Adam but... next time, come to me maybe? You know I’m always okay to talk if you need to. A three in the morning skype call has never stopped you before, don’t let this stop you now. Not because you’re paying me but because I want to. That’s what people do when they care for each other. They help the other.”

He’s speechless, has absolutely no idea what to say but he words have touched him somewhere deep down in the wallows of his broken mind. And her hands on his face, he had forgotten what it was like to be touched again. As much as he’s fighting to hold them back, he can’t help the stray tears that roll down his prominent cheeks, Adley’s skinny long fingers brushing them away as she still cradled his face in her hands.

It’s quiet for some time between them, nothing but the sound of Adam’s breathing filling the empty silence. She’s not expecting anything, especially from Adam, he’s always been so guarded and blocked off and she’s more than used to it by now. It nearly knocks the breath out of her lungs when he pulls her to him, his arms hooked underneath her shoulders as he clung to her. She’s more than happy to reciprocate the hug, her arms wrapped around his waist and holding him close, this moment, she had played over so many times in her head yet it had never went this way. Adam was quiet as he held and hugged her to him but she doesn’t mind, even when his hold on her tightens. She’d stay there for as long as he needed her to.

“Stay with me.” His low voice whispers to her in the pregnant silence. Her eyes widen at his request. “Stay with me tonight. Please?” He pleads, his voice longing and desperate.

“Adam, I- I don’t have any clothes with me.” She reminds him.

“You can wear mine.” He offers. She smiles.

“I-I need to shower as well, I should really get going.”

“You can use my shower.” He assures her. Again, she smiles, huffing out a laugh. He pulls away to look at her, his fingers tangling and intertwining with hers. “Please, stay with me. I don’t want you to go.”

She can’t say no to that.

“Alright, Adam. I’ll stay.”

As much as he preferred being alone, he felt comforted to know that she’d be there in the morning with him. Maybe they could cuddle in bed together until noon, get up and make breakfast together. Well, she could teach him, at least.

“Well, if I’m gunna be staying here, we need to figure out the food situation. I don’t know about you but I’m starving. You wanna order take out?” Adley suggests, pulling away and standing.

“What, no cereal?” Adam chides.

“Adam, I am not eating cereal for dinner!” Adley whines as she makes her way back out into his kitchen.

“Why not? It’s good!”

“Adam!”

He joins her back out in the kitchen, looking and searching through the massive collection of restaurant menus he had stockpiled. It’s the happiest he’s felt in months. He couldn’t wait to wake up next to her in the morning.

[junipersgarden]

metanoia 4. | Hijack

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

SUMMARY: After the intense and insane day of Venice flooding again from that gigantic water monster, Y/N and Peter want things to go back to normal but Nick Fury has other plans...

WORD COUNT: 3528 words

WARNINGS: A singular swear word from Nick Fury 

a/n: hello everyone!! here is the next part of my series ‘metanoia’ and i hope you enjoy!!

[NOT MY GIF]

...

Inside Room 11 of Hotel de Matteis

...

from: F/N ✌️

HYDRO WHAT NOW?!  

                                                                                                                          from: you

Hydro-Man. apparently he's a sailor who suddenly

got water powers from an experiment or smth.

from: F/N ✌️

science. always the cause.

just y/n/n, are you okay?

we saw it all on the news and that 'thing' and what it did...

from you:

i'm okay and safe. everyone is and thankfully,

not one got hurt.

are you alright?

from: F/N ✌️

it was just, a massive scare.

after the whole 'blip' and everything and now this?

we literally can't have a break! and there's no one to protect us!

from: you

yeah ik. everything's just been chaotic.

im certain things will change tho and will get better.

plus, we have each other and pretty sure Spidey and Saviour as well.

from: F/N ✌️

guess we do... thanks y/n/n

anyways, i suggest you call your mum back or text her.

she was in hysterics and was screaming at Harrington thru the phone.

was pretty funny ngl, well without the situation.

from: you

will do.

i gtg now sorry; Harrington wants us up and early.

ill get to mum in a bit and will tell you more i promise.

gn nub!

from: F/N ✌️

you better... > : )

gn geek! : P

Slumping against the door, you sink to the ground and drop your phone lazily into your lap. The moonlight shines into your face from your open window, the night's cool breeze drifts and ruffle the worn down curtains.

I just want a break.

Your mind wonders and races with flashbacks of today's events; the screaming and collapsing buildings, water rapidly running and wrecking the streets of Venice and Venetian's homes and everyone; it's only the first day of the Europe Trip and it's already a mess... typical luck.

A vibration from your lap surprises you as you jolt upward lightly. The screen illuminates with its bright light directly into your eyes with the message notification: 1 New Message.

from: UNKNOWN

We need your assistance Saviour.

Meet at these coordinates and go alone.

You have 10 minutes to arrive and no later.

Tell no one.

Examining the order of numbers, you pin point the exact location and clicked off your phone; the location was underneath a bridge for whatever reason and is only a 5 minute flight with the suit.

"Hey ARIS?"

"Good evening Ms. L/N, how may I assist you this evening?"  Your AI responds, blinking a tiny blue light from your bracelet.

"Nothing at the moment yet. How's your status?"

"My circuits have successfully mended and the suit and myself are in full operation. I apologise for the inconvenience earlier."

"Wasn't your fault ARIS. Anyways, apparently I have a few missed calls?"

"Indeed you do. I apologise for not alerting you; I was in Power Nap Protocol as requested. You have approximately 20 missed calls from Mum, 10 missed calls from Dad, 25 missed calls from Y/F/N and 5 from Pepper Potts."

"A-any voicemails?" Your voice quivers with a hint of fear.

"Every missed call contains a voicemail except the 5 calls from Pepper Potts. Shall I send anything to the following?"

"No thank you ARIS. I'll call Mum and Dad myself." You finish and switch ARIS off.

Grabbing your phone, you unlock it and stare again at the anonymous message and groan.

from: you

i'll be there in 20.

They can wait. First, I need to call Mum and Dad and then-

"That canal water today was filthy and full of dangerous bacteria." Mr. Dell's voice abruptly interrupted your thoughts.

Then a shower and THEN I go to the bridge or whatever it is.

Standing up onto your feet, you lean against the door and go into contacts and as your finger hovers over 'Mum ❤️', a slight sense of pain hits you as you stare intensely at the name 'Pepper Potts'.

Shrugging the feeling off, you press onto the contact name and place the ringing phone to your ear, bracing for her yells and screams of relief and anger.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The sound of water rippling against the boat's motor is the only thing Peter can seem to hear; after wishing Y/N a goodnight, Ned had started bombarding Peter with questions about the 'Water Monster' and what he as Spider-Man was going to do.

Sure Peter still had an anxious and itching feeling about the monster but all he wanted to do was rehearse his speech of his declaration of love to Y/N and score the entire day with her in Paris.

But of course that was all ruined when Ned was shot by Nick Fury with a tranquilizer and told him about more bad guys possibly lurking around. What a great way to start a 'Spider-Man free vacation'.

With his suit on, Peter stood next to Fury and gripped onto its side; in front of him and Fury was an array of monitors which appeared to be measuring amounts of frequencies within the area.

"Stark left these for you." Fury perks up and nudges a box at Peter's direction.

Carefully and with caution, Peter takes the small, rectangular box into his hands and observes it; the outside had speckles of its beige brown paint chipped away from age. Peter gently lifted the lid and in front of him was none other than Tony Stark's famed glasses with his Stark Industries card placed beneath.

Peter stared at the glasses and felt a tinge of ache of grief but in it, a feeling of content rushed over it; Peter had Tony's glasses. Peter Parker was given the possession to multibillionare, genius, literal saviour of the Universe, the Iron Man and Tony Stark's iconic and ever expensive and high end tech glasses.

Brushing over the box lightly, Peter smiled sadly at them, remembering to all the times he had seen Tony wearing them; from on the news, front pages of magazines, wearing them when he was around and now, they no longer had that owner anymore; they didn't have Tony and neither did Peter. And neither did the world or Y/N.

"Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown." Fury quotes and turns to Peter and even though Peter's mask was shielding his face, the raised creases of his frowned face of confusion were evidently clear as he snapped from his trance. "Stark said you wouldn't get that because it's not a Star Wars reference." A dry laugh escapes Fury's lips as he turns back away from Peter and concentrates on the boat.

"Kid if you peep one more Star Wars reference today I'm going to take your suit."

"But it's May 4th Mr Stark!"

"I do not care; right now you're in my house and there will be no Star Wars references."

Peter huffed out in irritation as he continued to focus on readjusting his webshooters on his suit.

Tony let out a chuckle at Peter's demeanor and how this kid basically came dressed as Han Solo just for this one day of the year; the commitment was real and even though Tony would never tell anyone, he loved seeing Peter passionate about the things he loves.

Working in the lab was one of Peter's favourite past times; spending quality time with Tony, tinkering with his suit and just talking was something Peter loved about the Tower; it was his second home to him.

A knock from the door caused Tony and Peter to look up.

"Ms. L/N requests to enter." FRIDAY notifies.

"Grant access." Tony permits.

The doors of the lab open to Y/N holding steaming bowls of something that smelt amazing which wafted in.

"Brought you geeks some sustenance before I head home." Y/N waltzed in and placed the two bowls next to the both of them. Y/N saw something was different about Peter; not his hair or general appearance just his clothing but the closer Y/N looked at the details in his outfit, a name popped into her head.

"Peter are you Hans Solo?"

Tony bursted into laughter as Peter hid his face to hide his red cheeks. "F-For May 4th?"

"Guess that makes me Leia?"  Y/N poked her space buns in her hair. "I wanted to wear space buns to get my hair out my face and didn't even check the date, coincidences man." Y/N giggled at the convenience.

"But Tony in all honesty, don't you think Fury looks a bit like that guy from Star Wars... what's his name-"

"Mace Windu?"

"YEAH HIM PETER!"

"...I don't remember what he looks like... FRIDAY, can you get a photo of Mace Windu?"

Observing the photo displayed in front of him, Tony wiped the hologram away and looked as if he was in deep thought.

"...Well yeah he does-"

"Incoming call: Nick Fury." FRIDAY chimed and that was when the 3 of them lost it.

God I miss him and Y/N...

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Lose the mask, everyone here has seen you without it. You don't wanna be fanning around and breathing through a spandex mask for no good reason."

Trailing behind Nick Fury, stops for a brief second and takes his mask off and as he alters his senses to his surroundings, Peter is met with sight of SHIELD agents, alongside with their small set up with crates all around the joint with weapons and technology lying around as it were nothing.

By hearing Fury's footsteps echoing through the underground base, the SHIELD agents turn to face him and Peter with stoic and intimidating faces.

"Over there we have Maria Hill." Fury points to a woman with light brown hair tied into a ponytail who was busy on a computer, looked up for a split second at Peter to acknowledge his existence before getting back to work.

"That, is Dmitri." Fury gestures to a man wearing a leather jacket, seated on top of a crate as he quietly loaded his rifle.

"And this, is Mr. Beck."

As Nick Fury stepped to the side, Peter abruptly slowed to a complete stop as he gazed at the familiar figure and outfit in front of him.

"Mysterio?"

"What?" The man questioned at what Peter said.

"Doesn't matter- it's just what my friends are calling you." Peter stuttered.

"Well," As 'Mysterio' began to approach Peter, 'Mysterio' extended his hand to Peter, indicating to shake his hand.

Peter got the message as he started walking and the two met and shook the other's hand.

"You can call me Quentin." Quentin revealed his name as the two greeted one another.

"You handled yourself well out there today," Quentin implied to the earlier events of the day, "I saw what you did with the tower. We could use someone like you on my world." Quentin shrugged away from Peter.

"T-thanks... wait I'm sorry- your world?"

"He's from Earth, just not from ours." A voice answers from behind him.

Following the voice, Peter jumps by being startled and whips his head around quickly; walking from the entrance and to everyone else is none other than-

"You're late Saviour." Fury visibly annoyed and unimpressed exhales out.

"As my good friend Albert said, time is relative my friend." Saviour sasses back and skips straight past Fury's daggering eyes.

"S-Saviour?! W-what are you doing h-here? Oh god, now you know what I look like-"

"I've known for a while Parker and besides, you're not the only superhero SHIELD wants their hands on; Fury contacted me a while back after... Tony. And don't worry, New York is under control without me there." Saviour teases and strolls next to Beck, leans against the desk with arms crossed.

"There a multiple realities Peter; this is Earth Dimension- 616 and I'm from Earth Dimension- 833." Quentin further evaluates.

"I'm sorry, you're saying there's a multiverse?" Peter jogs up to Beck and Saviour, full of awe and amazement from his discovery. "Because I just thought that was theoretical and that changes everything and how we understand the initial singularity, we're talking about an eternal inflation system and how does that even work with all the quantum because it's insane-" Peter's rambling falters as he sees Nick, Maria and Dmitri looking at him funny.

"S-sorry, it's just really cool-"

"Don't ever apologise for being the smartest person in the room." Quentin encourages and sends a soft smile to Peter.

"Anyway Beck, wanna fill in Spidey and myself about whatever the hell that was today?"  Saviour perks up.

A diagram of a black hole suddenly emerged as everyone gathered around.

"They were born in stable orbits within black holes, these creatures formed from the primary elements: air, water, fire, earth."

As Quentin talked, the hologram changed alongside with what he was explaining, showing images of the creatures and their general appearance.

"The Science division had a- technical name, we just called them, Elementals."

"Versions of them exist throughout our mythologies." Maria Hill speaks up as the Elemental hologram changes into their mythology forms.

"Turns out the myths are real-"

"Like Thor," Peter interrupts Quentin as he pays close attention to the presentation, "Thor was a myth and now I study him in my physics class."

"These myths, are threats." Fury clarifies as he walks away from the scene as once more it changes into an image of Earth.

"They first materialized on my Earth many years ago. We mobilized and fought them but with each battle they grew and got stronger. I was apart of the last battalion that tried to stop them. All we did was prevent the inevitable."

"And now they're here and attacking the same coordinates; our satellites confirm it." Maria adds.

"You both can thank Beck for destroying the other 3; there's only 1 left: Fire."

"The strongest one of all... the one that destroyed my Earth. It's the one that took my family." Quentin mutters as the apparition of Earth is now scorned and tarnished in red. The red light reflects Quentin's face full of guilt and remorse, twiddling around his wedding ring on his finger.

"I'm sorry..." Peter murmurs.

"So where's this fire Elemental? Do we even know where it likely is?" Saviour bluntly asks.

"It'll be in Prague in approximately 48 hours." Maria responds.

"We have one mission: kill it and the both of you are coming with us." Fury demands.

Peter's face falls as he faces Maria in disbelief and asks a second time if she said Prague.

Saviour's posture lifts as the struggle and anxiety surfaces Peter as the colour from his face vanishes.

"Listen Fury this all seems like big time, like huge superhero kinda stuff and... and I mean, I'm just a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man sir."

"Bitch please, you've been to space!"

"I know but that was by accident, sir come on, I've seen Saviour in action many times and I'll admit is probably better than me for this but there's gotta be someone else you can use." Peter protests and moves closer to Fury, "What about Thor?"

"Off world."

"Okay um, Doctor Strange."

"Unavailable." Maria pipes in.

"Captain Marvel!"

"Don't invoke her name." Fury shakes his head slightly.

"I really wanna help I do but if my Aunt finds out I left my class trip, she's gonna kill me and if I'm seen like this in Europe after the Washington Monument, my whole class will figure out who I am and then the whole world will figure out who I am... and then I'm done."

"Fury if it helps," Saviour steps up and walks next to Peter, "I'm pretty sure I can manage without Parker swinging by my side."

"Okay." Fury blankly answers, scaring Peter and Saviour a tiny bit from the lack of expression, "I understand."

Taken back by his approval, Peter and Saviour share a look with one another before going back to Fury.

"I'm sorry, what?" Peter with doubt inquires.

"Why don't you get back before your teacher's miss you and it becomes suspicious. Dmitri, why don't you take him back to the hotel."

"Thank you Mr. Fury and thank you Saviour." Peter sends a soft smile to Saviour and places a hand on the suits left hand shoulder. "I believe in you and good luck." Peter whispers only to Saviour before wishing everyone else out loud good luck.

"See ya kid." Quentin farewells Peter and watches him and Dmitri exit out.

"You really let him go Fury? No strings attached?" Saviour scoffs in astonishment by Peter's success to get himself out of SHIELD business.

Fury stands up and moves to Saviour with a stern look on his face.

"Of course not."

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Bzzzz...

Bzzzz...

Bzzzz...

Groaning from your exhaustion, you roll over and press on your phone's screen multiple times in attempt to hit the snooze button.

Last night had been a rollercoaster: Peter and Mysterio are working with SHIELD with you, Fury made you stay back extra late to run through diagnostics which gave you around 4 hours sleep tops and the jetlag wasn't helping your situation at all.

Sitting up in bed, you try to stretch out your tiredness and peer to see MJ reading a book in one hand and a mug within the other, sitting on her bed with her black converses draped to the side.

Greeting MJ a 'good morning', you lift yourself up from the safety and warmth of the bed covers and slipped into the bathroom and changed for the day: rocking a pair of navy blue jeans and grey t-shirt for a casual but yet stylish look and throwing a little something over the top.

MJ mentioned there was breakfast downstairs (breakfast being cereal), you quickly did your hair and retreated down to grab a bite and sat next to Yasmin and Zoha and afterwards, heading upstairs to brush teeth and pack.

You and MJ both gave each other a hand carrying luggage down and delivering it outside.

"Oh I forgot my backpack I'll be back." You call behind as you jog back up to your room.

Rushing quickly into the room, you sweep up your backpack and stuff your phone charger inside and as you whirl around, you collide into something and hear a bang.

"I- Peter?"

"H-Hey Y/N! Sorry I was hanging up a call with Aunt May and I-"

"Pete it's fine you dork." You can't help but giggle at how flustered he is.

Peter's cheeks glow faintly pink as he shyly smiles.

"I got yelled at by my Mum and Dad for not answering the phone and I'm 98% sure I'm grounded when I get back home."

"Oh that's not good..."

"Guess not but eh, stuff happens. How are you though Peter? Feels like I haven't talked to you in a while."

"Y-Yeah... I'm good. You?"

"Yeah guess I'm alright. I'm really excited for Paris today though."

"Favourite destination?"

"Hell yeah! It's gonna be great but we gotta haul our stuff or Harrington will lose his mind." You joke.

"Oh yeah! That's why I was heading down." Peter swings his suitcase in front of him with a sly beam.

Too cute.

You and Peter talked for a far while before actually going back down the stairs and outside to everyone else.

"I'm going to get you a Vitamin C pill, you cannot get sick okay babe?" You hear Betty's distant voice as you and Peter round the door.

As you're about to walk out the door, Peter tugs your sleeve before you hit the outside and perplexed as you are, you pivot to look at him, giving him your attention.

"Before we go, I was just wondering if you wanted to um, sit next to me on whatever we're transporting on?" Peter fumbles and averts his eyes to the ground.

"Of course! I'll save you a seat Pete." You playfully punch his arm.

Peter rubs the back of his neck and lets out a laugh of relief.

You both walk out and see Betty frantically trying to receive a Vitamin C pill.

"I better go help her before she explodes." You suggest and inform Peter.

"Y-Yeah. See you later?"

"See you later!" You wave and leave Peter and Ned alone.

Peter watches Y/N tap Betty on the shoulder as Betty freaks out over the situation and remembers of why Ned is feeling 'sick'.

"Hey man, are you sure you're good?"

"Dude! I'm fine! Okay don't worry! Seriously, getting tranqed in the neck by Nick Fury, probably the coolest thing to happen to me anyway."

"It is pretty cool." Peter admits as the both perform their handshake. "I'm just glad we don't have to go to Prague-"

"Good news: we're going to Prague!" Mr. Harrington announces with a wide grin plastered on his face.

Everyone buzzes around 'whats' and 'huhs' as everyone glances around.

"Tour company called and upgraded us. Should've heard I gave them hell now come on!" Harrington begins to march as everyone scrambles for their belongings.

"Check out our upgraded ride!" Harrington chirps as the class sees a black bus with a man holding a sign saying 'Midtown High'.

Peter immediately recognizes the guy to be Dmitri from last night and gulps down his irateness.

"I think Nick Fury just hijacked our summer vacation."

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Unseen Scars by @ao3bronte Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

This is my seventh prompt for @badthingshappenbingo ! Please reblog and enjoy!

Neglect/Abandonment (7/8)

It’s not unusual for Nathalie Sancoeur to delegate the various staff members at her disposal to contend with Adrien, especially considering her own...precarious condition at the moment. Since being promoted to M. Agreste’s head assistant ten years prior, she’d been nothing but diligent in her duties and meticulous in her management. 

Except…

Nathalie grimaces and slumps over in her office chair, fighting off another painful migraine. She has enough on her plate as it is, so when faced with something as straightforward as another one of Adrien’s school related illnesses, Nathalie simply thought nothing of it.

Upon having Adrien’s bodyguard deposit him onto his couch in his bedroom three days ago, Nathalie had sent for the family doctor. Despite the short notice, D. Débile arrived within a few hours and prescribed an antiviral without so much as a second glance at the half-asleep boy and ordered Adrien to stay in bed for at least a week to stop the spread of illness to the rest of Paris.

Not that he’d been cognisant enough to hear it, of course. Leaving a note by his bedside with his instructions was a more than sufficient way of communication with Adrien, and Nathalie had done so promptly. Washing her hands scrupulously, she’d left the room immediately after to deal with the mounting responsibilities of being both an assistant by day and a magical cohort by night. 

Adrien would find his way under the covers of his bed eventually.

Meal deliveries were scheduled at 8h, 13h and 19h. Servants M. Simon and M. Dubois were supposed to rouse Adrien, compel him to take his medicine and eat his food promptly, then leave the boy in peace. Nathalie did not want either domestic to contract the illness and spread it to the rest of the staff; she couldn’t fathom the additional headaches she would have to contend with should half her personnel call in sick.

Nathalie’s communication with M. Agreste about Adrien’s physical state is to the point, as always. She relays that Adrien has caught an illness and has been prescribed medicine and seven days rest. Gabriel acknowledges this by asking her to rearrange Adrien’s modelling commitments for the following week.

Done and done. She has far more important things to accomplish.

She looks in on him only once on the third evening, cracking open the door and peering within. He’s sitting and hunched over on the edge of his bedside, dry heaving into the waste bin. She recoils and shuts the door, tapping on her iPad to schedule a cleaning in one half hour.

~

Plagg had long shoved Marinette’s empty container of soup under Adrien’s bed by the time one of the Agreste household maids had come into the bedroom to clean up the mess that his wielder had made on the floor. 

His regurgitations hadn’t exactly...hit their mark.

(And it isn’t that he hasn’t seen his fair share of human’s being gross, but at least he’d been just as drunk as his former wielders when they’d inevitably indulged in too much Roman wine.)

Plagg spends the next several minutes peeping from the covers at the foot of Adrien’s bed, watching from the dark as the maid cleans the bathroom and the area around his bed. The woman only looks slightly puzzled at the wadded-up pieces of cling film piled on his nightstand and finishes cleaning within ten minutes, shutting the door as quickly as she came.

Plagg taps at Adrien’s foot, giving him the green light.

“Ughhhh,” Adrien groans, rolling over onto his side now that the coast is clear, “Why is it so bright in here?”

“It’s not,” Plagg floats from beneath the duvet and hovers in front of him, “So do us both a favour and close your eyes.”

Adrien purses his lips, “Did they even teach you about bedside manners where you came from?”

“Hardly,” Plagg rolls his eyes, “I’m the embodiment of chaos and destruction. I don’t need manners.”

“If I could think straight, I’d make a joke about switching kwamis again. I’m sure Tikki wouldn’t be this mean to me.”

“You’re not wrong about that,” Plagg admits, tugging his whiskers, “She’s a coddler. Disgusting.”

“I could use a little coddling,” Adrien murmurs, rolling onto his back and draping his forearm over his eyes, “Plagg, can you believe Ladybug was in my room last night?”

“And the night before that,” Plagg rolls his eyes as Adrien flings his arm across his body and gapes at him in horror, “You were dead asleep for that bit. I wasn’t.”

“Oh no, please don’t tell me I embarrassed myself.”

“You didn’t throw up on her, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh thank god,” Adrien groans, shuddering as he closes his eyes against the lamplight filtering down from his desk, “Can you turn that off for me, Plagg? I’d do it myself but...I don’t know what’s wrong with me, honestly. I feel dizzy and kind of...merde, it begins with an n…”

“Nauseous?”

“Yes! Nauseous,” Adrien’s lips quiver and he takes a raspy breath, “Is there a way to like, reboot your brain? Because I feel like I’ve forgotten half the French language which, you know, sucks. Because I speak French.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” Plagg responds, the snark in his voice not matching his expression as he turns his eyes towards the time, “Whatever you knocked loose in there, it’ll come back. It’ll just take a while.”

Adrien shifts his arm enough to expose one eye, “But how long is a while?”

“I don’t know,” the kwami shrugs, “A couple weeks? A couple months? I have no sense of time, I’m a god.”

His wielder sighs, “You’re no help.”

“Says the kid who just asked me to turn off a lamp,” Plagg grouses back, hitting the switch with his paws. Adrien’s bedroom is blanketed in the blessed darkness of early evening and he can finally open his eyes without fighting off the headache that threatens to split his skull in two, “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Thank you Plagg. You’re always so kind to me, even when you’re kinda not.”

“Yeah yeah,” Plagg waves him off, “Now get some rest so you can heal that thick skull of yours.”

Adrien sighs his agreement with a tired smile and Plagg only returns the gesture once his kitten’s eyes are closed firmly. Sitting back on his sternum, Plagg waits until his wielder’s breaths have steadied before he takes a weary breath of his own.

This has been the first lucid conversation he’s had with Adrien in seventy-two hours; every other attempt at banter had been a nightmare. Between the stuttering, the forgetfulness and the random bouts of sobbing, Plagg’s anxiety had been threatening to skyrocket through the roof. After all, the sputtering he could deal with. After a round or two of catnip, he certainly knew the struggle of trying to string a sentence together. 

But the sobbing bit?

Plagg shivers at the thought, burrowing against Adrien’s cheek as he settles deeper into his pillow. Plagg has never been particularly competent at managing his kittens and their inevitable moods, but the fact that Adrien has been rocketing through every hue of emotion every time he wakes up is enough to make him want to start throwing up too.

Concussions, as he was finding out, were awful.

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I’ll Follow You

A/N: Hey peeps! Banging out some Fili for you guys on my day off! I will add this to my masterlist when I return to my computer in a couple weeks. Until then, anything I write while I’m away will be under the tag #whileimaway (#while im away) I know it’s very creative. I hope you guys enjoy this! It’s my first time writing on my phone so I hope the setup is okay

EDIT: This story has been added to my Masterlist!

Pairing: Fili x Dwarf!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mention of implied smut but not really

Summary: (Y/N) does her best to convince Thorin, Dwalin, Fili and Kili to let her join the company on their quest to Erebor

Fili plopped down into his seat at the pub and nodded along to Thorin’s complaints about his and his brother’s tardiness. “Sorry, Uncle,” he mumbled as his head swiveled around, taking in the patrons of the pub.

He distantly heard the discussion between Dwalin and his uncle about schedules and supplies, but truly, his attention was elsewhere.

He knew the pub well, knew the regulars and the tenders, and he knew the doors and corners the staff used to rush around the rooms. The place was always crowded with humans, but he frequented it often enough for his own reasons.

A lopsided smile pulled at his mouth when his reason flew out of the kitchen with a tray full of meals. There she is, he thought to himself.

(Y/N) moved with such grace, it made his heart soar. She danced around patrons with a polite smile as she pushed in chairs with her hip and her laugh sang over the noise of the crowd.

She tucked her tray under her arm and leaned on an empty chair as she spoke with one of her regulars. Every day Fili visited the pub, she was almost too busy to talk to because of all the customers who requested her as their server. But that didn’t discourage him from simply sitting back and watching her, as he did even before they were forced to leave Erebor.

He unconsciously mimicked her movements as she wiped beads of sweat from her brow and tucked her loose hair behind her ear. He stopped his gaze from traveling to the low neck of her tunic or the sway of her jutted out hip. Though he dreamed of her at night, he would never gawk at her in reality, he had too much respect for the dam he had grown to know.

Her kind countenance was soon disturbed when a drunken human hissed her name. He stood and flailed an arm, spilling ale on the floor. “(Y/N), you useless wench!” He stumbled over to her and gripped her tunic. “You’re not here to make friends! You’re here to bring me more ale!”

Fili flew to her side quicker than a blink, but she already had the situation handled. She slapped his hand away with a fierce smack and shoved him back. “Sit down and sober up before I have Buck kick you out of here. For good this time.”

Fili’s eyes glowed with rage and his hands balled into tight fists as he glared at the man slumped in the chair. He only turned to (Y/N) when her smooth voice called his name.

“Fili, I know you could easily knock his teeth out. But please, I don’t want to get fired over some shmuck.”

He sighed and softened. “Schmuck is right,” he growled. With a light touch on his arm, she led him back to his table. “You won’t have to work here for much longer anyway. We’re going to reclaim the mountain and when we do, we’ll reclaim our rightful places in society as well.”

Disbelief bloomed on her features. “You’re going back to Erebor?”

“Yes.”

Home, she thought to herself. She dreamed of living in the mountain again, returning to where she belonged. She had once been a noble dam of a high born clan, but when Smuag attacked and her family was killed, she was forced to flee from her home and status to work alone in a run down pub. Now, her fantasies of returning didn’t seem so fruitless.

“I’m coming with you,” she said, untying her apron and draping it over an empty chair.

Fili floated at the thought. He had been dreading leaving her, not knowing when he’d see her again. Now, she could come with him and live in the mountain, and if he could finally muster up the courage to ask her...

His thoughts screeched to a halt. “(Y/N), it’s too dangerous. Smaug still has the mountain, there are orcs practically waiting for us to return and Mahal knows what else has infiltrated since we left.” He laced his fingers in hers with a shaky breath. “I’ll come back for you as soon as it’s safe. I swear to you.”

She smiled at his touch, but it fell into a smirk. “Fili, I can take care of myself. I survived Smaug once, I can do it again. Let me come with you.”

“A dam fighting a dragon? I don’t think so,” Dwalin said from his seat at the table.

She spun to glare at him.

“(Y/N), I know you love our home as fiercely as we do, but I won’t risk your life. We’ll have enough to worry about protecting ourselves,” Thorin said.

She rolled her eyes at their words and groaned lowly at the drunken human screaming her name once more. With a huff, she pulled a intricately decorated dagger from inside her trousers and threw it with accurate strength. Though she took no time to aim, the weapon reached its target, taking the hat off the man’s head and rooting it to a wooden pillar just behind him.

“Where were you even keeping that?” Kili cried.

Fili’s wide eyes betrayed his attempted composure. (Y/N) breathed out a laugh before she heard Dwalin speak again.

“A lucky shot doesn’t mean you’ll be joining us, lass,” he said.

Her eyes locked on Fili’s and he felt her gentle fingers at his waist. He was frozen in his place when her other arm wrapped around his back and her nose brushed softly against his. Then, too quickly for his taste, she retreated from him to fire both of his daggers at the pillar with one swift motion.

Only when she tilted her head to the side, did he regretfully tear his gaze from her to see the three weapons sticking out from the wood, making a perfect triangle. He swallowed hard and shuffled his feet, feeling his blood rush south. Was there anything she couldn’t do?

“Alright, she’s coming,” Dwalin mumbled.

She smiled fully now at Fili and stepped away to create some space between them. His thoughts whirred in his mind before finally landing on a question. “Are you sure? It’s going to be dangerous.”

She watched as her fingers tangled in his. “When will you understand? I’ll follow you anywhere.”

[indigomez]

It’s gonna be okay.

A/N: Hii! I am so super sorry this took forever, I really hope you like it :) I know you really didn’t request a black reader but I hope you don’t mind, But I will change it if you’d like me too. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Black!Reader

Genre: Angsty ASFFFF

Warnings: Mentions the loss of a family member. 

Summary: You were the type of person to handle negative feelings by yourself. That’s how it’s always been, until the recent passing of your father. Peter had to do something.

Life, is tough. But Peter Parker made it so much better.

Peter was your first ever serious relationship. You love how things are going between you two, it was slow and sweet. Every moment with him was like straight bliss. whenever you were upset, he knew exactly what to do to make you feel better, and vise Versa. Sometimes it was like he knew you better than yourself. 

And that’s what scared you shitless. 

You never cried in front of Peter, never got really mad. Never showed him the negative side of your personality, you were scared that he would end the relationship even if he caught a glimpse, you played confidence in your body and skin but on the inside, you were just like any other insecure little girl. And you fucking hated it. 

When you received the news, it was during the end of homecoming, you excused yourself from the group to go to the bathroom, hoping you played it cool so you didn’t look suspicious, you mother would not stop calling you when you picked up. Her cries instantly made you rattle. You’ve seen your mother cry but never like this. You were scared. instantly taking the hallways towards the exit to head home. She was incoherent. Her cries made you shed tears of your own. 

The whole conversation leading up to this was just gut-wrenching as it is. Your father, An NYPD police officer, was in the middle of Queens, along with the Avengers. Trying to stop a monster that came onto Earth. The news rang in your ears, you were sure you were breathing but then it felt so hard to even take just one small breath, you stood there, staring at the wall lifelessly, your phone still on your ear as you heard your mothers cry. The school's alarm rang in the background of your head, your heart rate skyrocketed, what if he got hurt? What is he’s on the ground dead? What happened to him? Is he okay?

Everyone pushed and shoved their way out of the school to get to somewhat of safety, you walked. Everything was numb, your hearing shot as you watched everyone run for cover. 

Seven months ago. Ever since then, you’ve haven’t been the same. It pained Peter to see you so, broken. After the years of seeing you so bright and bubbly as ever. You would smile, sometimes laugh, but it didn’t feel the same. He had to do some investigating. You didn’t tell him, you didn’t have the guts too. You suffered in silence. And Peter could tell, he knew a lot about suffering when it comes to losing a loved one. But to you this was different. 

It took almost seven months to try and find who passed away in the destruction when they finally came up with the list of who passed away, your father. The first name on that list. Peter shot up, Aunt May swallowed a cry. It would only take a nanosecond to put the pieces together, you’ve been getting worse and worse every day. 

Why didn’t you tell him?

He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t upset, he was worried sick about you. You fell into a state of depression and he was right there but was too oblivious to even see it. He was pissed at himself for not noticing sooner, he swung out his window towards your apartment building. Karen advising he should stop and take a breather, his heart rate was way too high to function. With his senses heightened he could feel his ears bang against his skill as he swung from building to building. As soon as he saw your window, softly lit. He calmed down a little, catching his breath as he climbed up your fire escape, he did a quick peek into your bedroom window, you walked in, he could hear your mother’s cries in the next room. Your face was unrecognizable. You’ve never looked so shattered it broke his heart. 

You fell to your knees, leaning against the door. Just when you thought you can let go. Peter knocked on your door, you looked up. Seeing his head peek into the lower-left corner like a lost puppy, you slowly got up. And opened the door for him to climb inside. When he stood up straight and closed your window, you spoke.

“I...I’m sorry, uh. Do you need my help?” Your voice was faint, he was surprised. Why were you trying to help him, when you're the one in the most pain. “I- uh no. No. Y/N. I came here because I was worried and-”

“How do you know my name?” His eyes on his mask widened, shit. He never told you who he was. 

“Uh... Uh, face... Recognition in my mask! Identifies everyone I speak too.” He chuckled, you nodded, fiddling with your thumbs. “But, why are you worried about me?”

“Well, my senses were telling me to come and see you, I was swinging by and you looked upset.” You hummed, it sounded dull and lifeless. “Well, uh- Nothing’s wrong so-”

“I can tell something is wrong. It’s okay to talk about it if you want to.” He peeped, sitting on your bed as you sat back down on the floor, leaning against your door. “I thought you were a crime-fighting superhero, not strangers counselor.”

“Well sometimes listening to other peoples problems to get them off your chest is saving them from heartache.” He spoke, kind of shook at your sudden snappy remark. You sighed, “Look. I understand your worries, but I’m fine-”

“No, you’re not.” 

“Who are you to tell me who I feel? Who even are you?” 

“What would you do if your loved one, say your boyfriend or something. Never told you something so deep that hurt him so badly? How would you feel?” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused at this sudden question. “What the fuck that didn’t answer my question.”

“You answer mine, and I’ll answer yours.” You sighed, shaking your head. “Okay, but first of all. How do you even know I have a boyfriend?”

“He works for that internship at Stark Tower right?”

“Yeah?” 

“Pretty cool kid, talks about you a lot.” Your eyes widen, feeling a small puddle of guilt in your stomach at the thought of him bringing you up. “H...He does?” 

“Yep, all the time. But he’s been a little sad lately.”

“W-Why? What happened?” Peter sighed, hanging his head before continuing. “His girlfriend is. Upset, depressed even, but she’s not saying anything no matter how many times he’s tried. He hates seeing her suffer alone, he hates that he can pour his heart out to her, but she never pours hers out to him, she trusts him he knows, he wants to help, he doesn't know how. But uh... He’ll do anything and everything. To make her feel like her old self again.” Your shoulder slumped, Jesus... Just when you thought you weren't hurting Peter.

“Now, please answer my question...” He muttered, you shook, your hands were shaking like a chihuahua on ice, you were nervous. You felt like something was laying on your chest and you couldn’t breathe or get it off. “I... I would... I do... Feel horrible, f-for not knowing what I put him through... I didn’t mean too, honest! B-but, he’s always so busy... Everyone is always so busy, I... I have time, to, stop. And. Uh- listen, and provide advice for my friends, my family and my boyfriend. But when I have something on my chest, I’m left hanging. My feelings and my conversations run so short compared to what I give to other people... So, people don’t deserve my outbreaks, my anxiety attacks, my depression episodes, my anger- my sadness! T-They don’t... No one does, that’s the only thing that’s mine, is this monster on my shoulders because I can’t fucking afford a damn therapist! Black girls don’t need a therapist just go shave your head! O-Or go fucking get over it! Be strong...” 

“No one... Absolutely no one... Deserve’s how I feel... No one deserves to know... I’m saving myself from heartbreak, b-because I know... If I let Peter all the way in... He won’t love me anymore... And I can’t stand to think about it... He’ll dump me... Maybe fucking cheat on my I wouldn’t be surprised...” 

“I... I love Peter, so much... He’s my Peter, I didn’t want to hurt him... But by the time he asked me out, I was so broken. He slowly put my pieces back together and ripped them apart without even knowing...” You sniffled, quickly wiping your tears.

“It hurts... A-a lot... Knowing, no one has time for you when you have time for them... No one bothers to know how I feel, whenever I want to talk about it, I-I get interrupted like it’s up for debate! Like how I feel is up for fucking debate! No one can listen without giving their opinion on how I feel!” 

“Y... You need to leave...” He shook his head, standing from your bed and walking towards you. “No no no... Please Y/N-”

“I... I need to call Pe- Peter anyways.” He grabbed your hand, turned you around, your chest lightly grazing his. “W-What are you doing-”

He slipped off his mask, the slight hiss of the fabric sliding off Peters's head, his red eyes met yours, his mask soaked from the tears of your confession. You stood there, placing a hand on his wet cheek, wiping away his tear. “Were you ever going to tell me?” He sobbed you bit your lip, avoiding his gaze, you were trying so hard to keep your walls up, but the demon behind you was pinning you up on the other side... It was too much.

“I don’t know... I-I’m so sorry Peter,” You croaked, hot tears burning your eyes, you were embarrassed, depressed, angry, worried, guilty. Everything was piling on you and you didn’t have the strength to pick it back up.

Your words were incoherent, you couldn’t stop your tears from flowing. You couldn’t stop the hiccups in your throat to try and plead your case. You can’t keep defending yourself anymore. “I... I’m so sorry Pete- I didn’t mean to.”

“It-it's okay... It’s gonna be okay.” He whispered, he couldn’t cry right now, he had to be strong for you. You’ve been so strong, dealing with his night terrors, his dweeb speaks about his Stark internship, his loss of his uncle. Arguments with either Ned or Aunt May. Anxiety attacks, all of it. You’ve been so strong, loving and caring that he forgot that you were a human too, always putting his internship first. He thought it was just a girl thing, always calling when he’s super busy with something, but he could remember now. The tone in your voice, the heartache and pain behind your words on the phone and in text messages, 

But he didn’t think much of them.

Big fucking mistake...

“You don’t have to apologize... For not one thing, I should apologize, you reach out to me, you try to talk to me but I never listened... You were always so supportive of me that I forgot that you need my support too, you’re human... And Y/N I am so sorry...” You sniffled, shaking your head. Trying to come up with a rebuttal to claim it’s your fault, but he was quick to bite the bullet.

“Y/N, it’s not your fault... You have emotions, you have needs... You are a perfect human being, everyone has bad days, sad thoughts, insecurities... It’s our fault, for not taking care of you the way you took care of us... I’m gonna be honest with you, I came by here, late one night... I heard you were on the phone with someone...” You winced, instantly knowing what he was referring too.

“And she... Was rude, and inconsiderate, disgusting and a fucking bigot... What she said to you isn’t true, please... Believe me when I say that. I want to help you. I need to help you... You’ve had this demon on your shoulders for way too long... But I need you to give me some of the weight... I can handle it, I can help you. I know I messed up my chances but please, just a second chance and I won’t disappoint you... Please... Let me in.” He looked at your frail figure, shaking with loud sobs as you covered your face, your skin burning with so many emotions he swears he saw your skin turn as red as his suit. He held you close, your body collapsed. He instantly caught all of your weight. 

Falling onto the floor with you tightly in his arms, his shoulder soaked with your tears. But he could give a rats ass about it, he could feel, and hear the months... Even years of pain behind your tears and cries. “I-I miss him so much...” You whimpered, he nodded. Hugging your body tighter as you continued crying in his lap. 

Four hours, you finally died down... Your skin flushed and a violent red, your eyes bloodshot and your whole body heavy. Peter lifted you up with ease, in your state of mind. It felt like a dream, you didn’t even know you feel asleep until you woke up in his arms, your head on his chest. His familiar sweet cologne, your favorite sweater he wears, it was so soft, and you can hear his soft heartbeat in his chest, it was warm. Your head banged against your skill violently, yawning, you quietly sat up, Peter was on his phone, but he quickly put it down, smiling at you. You smiled back, “Was it good?”

“H-huh?”

“The sex... Was it good? I don’t really remember for some reason-” He chuckled lightly, “Don’t beat around the bush babe. It’s okay, I don’t mind what happened last night.” He reached over to your nightstand, handing you the ice water and ibuprofen. Muttering a small thank you, you took it and placed it back in his hands.

“I love you... So much, you know that right?” He asks, you looked up at him, genuine curiosity in his eyes. You smiled, and nodded. “Of course I do, and I love you too...” 

“Then, I promise to do better, but please... Let me help you.” You could feel his chest vibrate, his heartbeat increasing in speed as he spoke, waiting for your answer. “I trust you, Pete... Thank you for caring about me.” He smiled, kissing your lips lovingly before muttering: “It’s my job too.”

[yarti]

[ Galtis ] [ The Itch ]

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"BURN IT DOWN."

The growing crowd roared. It is as if it were just moments ago. I feel it, smell it. The rush, the panic. Our new Matron, sister Lette. You had done a bad thing. I was there for the reading of your decree and my body took one of the first arrows. I searched the markets, the bath and lastly your chambers, but you had long gone. Likely bound up river by ship, that much I had gathered from those that barred my paths.

Our house dissolved. How could you? You had no right. What of us? What of your family? You cared not. The city went mad. The work took up arms up against my guard. Did you even consider what the vermin would do? They worshiped you and you gave them explicit permission to destroy all that you should have held dear. Brothers and sisters fell before my eyes. If any of them escaped, they would certainly be of like-mind to my own. They would hold you responsible as do I.  My arm. It twitched as I recalled the sword hewing it nearly in twain. The silken Dunmeri clothes of that day cooked into my melting chest. I have since came to know only exhaustion and this itch. I had little recollection of the events since the fire took me.

Over time, I became more aware of my situation. Those first truly alert days were quite the experience. My caretaker took great interest in changing my bandages and keeping me fed. I would wake to the sensation, a touch gentle or healing hand. Kind words, though I could rarely make out those words. At times she would lie with me and hold me, nude herself. I allowed her curiosity or lust as it were. It was a rare sight outside of a wealthy bedchamber, the bare body of a Serethi. One such as she would have never had the chance. I recall the amputation. The shock and defeat of it. She had to keep me sedated and I had not opened my eyes since first laying eyes upon it. It continued in that way, in and out of near-sleep for some time, even after the last of the bandages. Moving not a muscle but to scratch or shift my weight. There eventually came a day where I felt well enough to open my eyes again, and so I did. I glanced to my left, my remains of my arm. And to the right, a room dark. Then toward my feet. Immediately there came a shuffling and the creek of floorboards. The far side of the room, a dim stairwell and two peeping red eyes. Our eyes met, then a voice ushered her from her hiding spot.

"Master Serethi. I feared you'd never wake." Her tone was most odd. As she crossed the room I feebly rose and hobbled to the foot of the bed. Around my waist, a vibrant cloth or towel clung tightly to my nethers. "How long?" I croaked, clearing my throat mid-speech.

The Dunmer lass slowly approached my bedside, hand outstretched. Hesitation. Fear. With a moment of thought, she brought the back of her hand to my stinging forehead. "No more fever, ah." She whispered under her breath, seemingly frustrated or upset that I had finally awoken. Her eyes trailed from my own, down my bare chest and to what remained of my ruined arm. Hives or blisters spread from the site, along the shoulder and upon my breast. Infection. From the itching, I assumed it continued along my back as well but she offered not a looking glass. Seeing what my sister had certainly wrought, it put a seething firestorm in the very depths of my charred heart. Trembling, the lass took hold of my head and lifted it to inspect my neck before stepping away. "How long has it been?" I asked again. Stuttering, she responded. "Two weeks." Wringing her hands, she began again. "Do you remember what happ-" but I cut her off with a stern "Yes."

"Well", she sighed. "Stay in bed for now, wake or not. You're in no shape to be up and about, my lord. I'll go put supper on." She squeaked then darted back down the stairwell before I could respond. Stumbling, feeble legs held firm. I ran my hand along the newfound scars and grooves, flesh blackened and inflamed. My hand, my only hand. It came to rest upon my disheveled chin. Hair matted and burned. It seemed that my nurse had attempted to shave me at one point but given up. My legs were ever-so weak, tingling, but after a few steps, the numbness began to subside. Lette had taken my looks, my arm, my home. My mind soared and I began to mumble to myself. "Sister Lette, why have you done this? If you wanted not the seat, you knew there were others that had sought long for it. You are selfish. Despicable. No better than the beasts you protect." I growled, scraping the hives, overgrown nails drawing dark blood from wounds not yet healed. Hate became fuel, energy. "I should have put that sword to use when we spoke that morning. The pack, that look in your eye, the way you carried yourself. By the time we discovered that a stand-in would give your decree, I had already feared for the worst. I could have stopped you there in the foyer. I was generous, benevolent, I stayed my hand. But not again."

With ears well learned, sounds from below tore me from my thoughts. I heard the front door open and the lass step out. Moments became minutes before she returned with company. Not a voice of ash but a voice of man. A lowly Nord, a guard perhaps from what context I could gather. Hushed words, whispers. "Have him step outside for a breath of fresh air and we'll handle the rest. Once he's behind bars, you have my word that we'll not lay a finger on him. Not today at least. But after his trials, who can say? You might not be one of us, but you are no Serethi. Your lot in life was not far from ours. Things will be better now, we just have to try. Our lady has given us a new leaf. A harvest anew. We just need to finish clearing the chaff then sew new seeds. Chin up, you've done well." From the jingle of coin purses, they shook hands or perhaps embraced before parting. With the locking and shutting of the door, she went to the cookpot. In the meantime, I had let myself down the stairs on muffled foot and stood just behind her out of view.

"Will our guest not be staying for supper?

My words startled her, spoon silent. Frozen. Moments to minutes, her mind roared as she dug up a delectable lie.

"You should not have gotten out of bed. That was the chemist, he brought salve for your burns." The audacity.

"Ah, did he now? He sounded like a Nord. Surely you aren't treating me with salves from the slums, dear. That certainly explains a lot." My words fell flat. She scraped the bottom of the cookpot for further lies to feed me.

"Apologies my lord, but with the... " she paused too choose her words. "With the decree, the riots, we must make do with what we have. You were found outside my door and responsibility fell to me. I am no proper healer. My mother would have had you back in top shape by now." Around her shoulder, I found eyes staring at my missing piece before they flicked about the room then back to me. "As best she could anyway. That was my first amputation." Grimacing, she turned her attention back to the pot. "I am sorry but I tried my best. The soup will be ready soon, then maybe we'll get you some fresh air. It'll do us both some good."

As her form moved before the firepit, light found a tanto off to my right. Freshly but poorly cleaned, bits of ash yam still clung to the edge. I took it into my waistband then stood. "And what became of mother?"

"She ran off. The crazies I suppose. She had been having nightmares for the longest time. One day we had a fight and the next, she was gone. She took only the clothes on her back. Off to find the man from her dreams. What was that name again?" Tiny fingers prodded her chin as she pondered. "Asput, Abbut, Assut-" The tanto found the meat of her spine. "WE were not the chaff." I hissed.

As she slumped to the floor, my gaze met the linens about my waist. A cheap towel, unfitting for one of my standing. I threw it aside and was amazed and heartened to see that my loins had gone unscathed. Of course she had taken great care in preserving those. But what of my arm? Under better light, I found scars and burns that had actually healed, across my chest and even down the severed arm. The arrow wound was entirely gone. Perhaps the poor girl had truly tried after all. Good. "Thank you, lass." I called out to deaf ears and made way to her wardrobes, pilfering as I saw fit. "Your mother had quite the eye for fabrics. This coat is exquisite. Like one of my own." Because it was one of my own. Alongside it, silverware, belts and brooches. Curtains and gilded scales. It seems even the Dunmer had a hand in the raiding. This would not do. Need I kill them all and start over? I would already need to reforge our connections with the other Houses, rebuild, invest. There would be much to do.

Taking an apple in hand, and blade upon my hip, I felt a shred of my old self. Galtis Serethi, eldest son of the House, Patron-to-be. The blade would suffice I hoped. There is no way of knowing just what might await me when I finally step out for that fresh air.

Among the rifled papers and books, I found the journal of the healer, the mother. I examined it as I tended to supper, having finished packing away supplies and reclaiming my stolen belongings. The journal spiraled into madness as I flipped further. Entire pages were devoted to phrases and crude drawings. Red eyes in the dark, monsters and other Sixth House blasphemies. A loon indeed. I chucked the book into the fireplace and washed my hands of it. The phrase, "He will make me whole." stuck at out at me. It gnawed at me and urged me to retrieve the journal before it was too late. In clearer minds I would have never given second thought to such ravings. "A miracle maker." If he could give me back my arm, that would be a good start. What nonsense. There would be no miracles, only revenge. Lette would pay handsomely for her deeds. And what of my caretaker? Lest I forget her part in this. Certainly, it is a shame. Even now she sits quiet as bones on the floor as I pen these very words to a blank journal. I merely lost my temper. Who could blame me after my ordeals? Her death, does it pain me? Not quite, but perhaps once my new seeds are sewn, once the true chaff is cleared. I may have a statue cast in her likeness. A monument to her generosity in these trying times. She will have saved the life of our Patron after all. But for now, I have an itch that I must scratch.

[minstrivia]

Jungkook angst/fluff where he always pushes oc away (who confesses her feelings but was cruelly rejected) and insults her but she always comes back to take care of him when he’s drunk or picks him up from his one night stands and she finally decides to leave him alone !! happy ending! uwu luv your fics!

i hope you like this. xx

in which she’s done with him…

The first time Y/N told Jungkook she loved him, they’d been rocking steadily on the swings by the pivot of their toes at the park down the road from her apartment. It had been one of those crisp early mornings, the sky still obscure, concealing the beauty of the hour and the gentle breeze brushing their skins every so often. She’d been dead asleep when he asked her to meet him, sounding so cryptic and unsure on the phone, yet she didn’t even blink an eye before finding herself out of the comfort of her home at 3am.

He hadn’t even explained himself or actually said anything to her, he’d just taken to clutching the cold metal handles of the swing, head tilted skywards and eyes firmly shut. And still, Y/N doesn’t know specifically what it was about that moment that took her. But she knew at that moment he enraptured her, she’d become overcome with all these sudden emotions and her mouth was opening before she had a chance to think.

“I love you.” She had said, her voice so soft the words were barely audible. But he’d heard her, she knew he’d heard her and still, he remained unmoving pretending as if the wind hadn’t carried it to his ears.

So she said it again, with more emphasis and more certainty, she repeated it to him. “Jungkook, I love you.”

Then the silence amplified a callous ample lull that went on for longer than she’d like. It was as if she could hear absolutely everything at that moment as if her hearing had been heightened. She could hear her heart thumping at the bones of her ribcage, the blood in her veins roaring insanity and his steps, the noisy crunches the leaves made underneath his shoes as he strode towards her.

He didn’t stop until he was in front of her, tall figure leering over her seated one. “You love me?” He’d asked, clutching the metal rings tightly to stop her moving and instead focus on him.

Y/N nodded firmly meeting his eyes. She couldn’t tell anything from them, he’d just continued scrutinising her with that unbothered passive expression he saved for everyone else. But she’d already been so far into the confession, she couldn’t take it back now.

“Yes, I love you.”

He scoffed, taking a step back from her. “That’s pathetic. You, of all fucking people, love me? Why?”

Y/N swallowed thickly, hands gripping painfully at the metal beside her. She couldn’t pinpoint explicitly what she loved about him, she just loved him as an entirety, everything about him she adored. “I— I just—”

“Jesus Y/N, you don’t even know. What did you expect from that confession?” He taunted, tilting his head with a derisive smile. “Did you expect me to turn around and tell you I loved you too? Is that what you wanted?”

“Kook—” She’d been choking up at this point, every single word he uttered stabbing directly with a precise aim in the same place each time.

Jungkook pouted and she could see it, pure menace in every move he made. And it tore her apart, her eyes clouding up as the first batch of traitor tears trailed down her cheeks.

“Ah no— you crying now? Crying ‘cause I won’t love you? Crying because you’re so unlovable that no-one fucking will.”

She wiped desperately at the moistness built upon her cheeks, she couldn’t show weakness. Not now. “Jungkook stop.”

“No.” He laughed, a shorty choppy chuckle escaping his lips as he placed the final nail in the coffin. “I’ll tell you exactly why I don’t love you. For starters, you’re boring Y/N, so fucking boring it hurts to watch you sometimes.”

He takes a threatening step forward and Y/N holds her breath fearfully. “Second, you’re not as pretty as the other girls. I only go for pretty girls.”

Another step.

“And look at you, you’re so fucking weak, crying over me like a whiny bitch. I can’t have someone that’s weak like you.”

He took his last step, so he was dominating her. Looking down at her like she was the scum on his shoe. And her eyes are glued to the ground, shoulders hunched together to make herself as small as possible.

He sneered at her. “Come on Y/N, don’t be fucking stupid. I will never ever love someone like you.”

The second time Y/N had told Jungkook she loved him, Taehyung had been the one to call her. She’d been avoiding Jungkook the best she could after the park incident, but there she was again, outside of a club at midnight in the middle of nowhere— for him.

“Thanks for coming Y/N.” Taehyung had said, greeting her with a grateful hug. “He insisted he wouldn’t leave unless it was you taking him.”

Y/N glanced down at Jungkook perched on the curb, upper body slumped forward as he cradled a bottle of Ciroc in his arms. She sighed. Taehyung was none the wiser of everything that had happened between them and he didn’t know how much she really didn’t want to see Jungkook right then, but it wasn’t his fault.

“���And I would have forced him to come with me, only that I’m kind of here with my girlfriend.”

She offered him a smile that she’d hoped hadn’t come off too indifferent as she spoke. “It’s alright, I’ve got him now. You can go enjoy the rest of your night.”

“Thanks, you’re a star,” He’d complimented, grinning brightly as he rushed back in.

But Y/N felt nothing like a burning bright ball of energy, she felt drained, physically and mentally drained and it was all due to the boy she’d been left with.

She blew out a calming breath. It was just her and Jungkook again and the thought unnerved her. She nudged his flaccid figure with her shoe. “Come on Kook, time to get you home.”

“Y/N?” Jungkook peeped up cautiously, straightening his body when he finally clocked onto her presence. “Fuck, you’re actually here?”

“Yes, I’m actually here.” She nudged him again. “Now get up, we need to go.”

He hadn’t needed much convincing before he was trailing closely behind her as she walked to her car. And it wasn’t until she’d gotten there, that she realised exactly how close. She’d turned around to check if he were still following behind and before she knew it, he had her pressed against the cool metal, arms blocking her escape.

“Jungkook—”

He’d leant closer to her, forehead pressed against her own and his smell overwhelmed her senses as she breathed in the fresh stench of alcohol and that familiar scent of musky pine he always had. “Say it.”

She frowned. “What?”

“What you said at the park,” He rushed out almost sounding desperate as if he needed to hear it. “Say it again.”

“Why?”

His lips trailed the expanse of her open skin, brushing over the surfaces with the slightest touch, from her collarbones to her neck, then her jaw before stopping at her ear. “Because if I want to kiss you, I need to hear it first.”

Y/N couldn’t make sense of the words he’d uttered, but he had her again; completely hypnotised by his alluring smell, his fiery touch and his velvety words. At that moment, it felt like everything she ever wanted was coming true and it all relied on three little words that couldn’t even begin to explain exactly how much she was in love with him.

And she didn’t hesitate before giving him what he wanted, giving him her heart. “I love you.”

“Christ—” And yet again he’d managed to deceive her so well, sniggering and sneering with malice at her sheer stupidity. “—you make this all too easy. You’re so fucking gullible and ever still absolutely pathetic.”

She braced herself, fluttering her eyes shut as the tears escaped once again. “Just get in the car.”

The third time Y/N told Jungkook she loved him was by far the most embarrassing and painful of them all. He’d texted her, early as always, claiming he had no ride home after a night at some girls house and there she found herself again, running at his rescue.

“God, I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t come and get me,” He expressed, winding down the window and relaxing back in his seat. “Would have been awkward in the morning since I actually don’t remember her name. She was a good fuck though, an absolute expert at sucking dick as well.”

Y/N clasped the wheel so tightly her knuckles became taut and her palms burned with discomfort. But the pain was nothing compared to what his words caused her.

“Maybe I should try to meet her again. What d'you think Y/N?”

Y/N shrugged aiming to appear nonchalant as if it did nothing to affect her, but it did. She pursed her lips. What did she fucking think? The question was so insensitive and he knew, he fucking knew how she felt and he still insisted on firing the hurtful bullets unyieldingly.

Jungkook sat up in his seat, turning down the music Y/N had been using to try and drown him out. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He scoffed. “Y/N stop lying to me. What’s wrong?”

Y/N refused to say anything, she refused to feed into his sadistic motives and she couldn’t have been happier when she finally pulled up at his apartment block.

She broke the silence nodding her head over to his place. “Your stop.”

Jungkook’s eyes were trained on her again with a worried gaze like he couldn’t behind to fathom how she’d gotten like this.

“I’m not leaving till you tell me what’s wrong.” He declared arms crossed as he relaxed into the seat once more.

And Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. She rested her head on the wheel dejectedly, her shoulders shaking at the choked sobs that trembled at her lips agonisingly. She’d never been in pain like that before, she’d never craved death so much, her lungs constricting in her chest as she fought a losing battle for air.

“Why— Why do you insist on doing this?” She couldn’t even bear looking at him, rambling as she spoke. “I love you so fucking much. I bend myself backwards for you and you just— you just throw it in my face every single time. Why?”

Jungkook huffed. “Are we seriously still on this?”

She could hear it by now, the uniform crumbling of her very heart and he’d single-handedly caused it. “Yes, we are seriously still on this. Why do— Why do you insist on hurting me?”

He let out a dry snort. “Y/N, have you ever stopped to think that maybe you’re the reason.” He undid his seatbelt, opening the door for himself. “You freakishly obsess over me to the point where you’ll do fucking anything. Now tell me, is that my fault or yours?”

And there it was. Just as he’d slammed the door close and walked away like nothing mattered, her heart scattered to unimportant ashes.

Y/N’s pretty much learned her lesson after that, whenever he calls, or texts, or gets someone else to contact her. She never picks up and it’s slowly becoming bearable not having him around. But it’s not at all easy, because there were good days, days when she could really believe he loved her too and unwillingly, her mind likes to regularly reminisce those moments.

When he’d have her hauled upon his shoulder, her head facing his back as he ran around the apartment, both laughing hysterically. Or when, he’d sit real close to her, tucking her body into his side as they watched ’The Breakfast Club’ for the hundredth time and he’d always say he never understood the infatuation with John Bender and she’d always have to explain. And especially when they’d stay awake for hours upon hours talking about the most pointless things, then she’d somehow fall asleep on him and he’d secure her safe with his arms. Those were the kind of days that gave her hope.

Now it’s been three months since she left him that day, three months without Jungkook and her minds still reeling. But there are good days, days where she can do everything without thinking of him once, and there are bad days when everything revolves around him.

Today’s a particularly bad day.

Y/N’s sitting on the couch, holding her knees to her chest as her eyes stare blankly at the jumbled colours on the tv screen. He text her again today and she knows she shouldn’t have looked, but she did. And she’s been obsessively thinking about it ever since.

from Kookie;    I need you.seen

from Kookie;   Please, Y/N, let me see you.seen

from Kookie;   I can’t go on like this. I have to see you.seen

The first three texts came in a quick succession of the other, barely five minutes apart, the phone vibrating on the coffee table and illuminating the dim room. And it has her undivided attention, sending her mind into a whirlwind as she plays his voice over and over again. The cruel words he’d uttered to her and the sweet ones he’d whispered.

She drags her hands down her face. God, she’s going crazy. Her mouth is dry, and her guts twist in dread as she takes up the device in a jittering hand. The phone buzzes in her hand almost instantly and she drops it just as fast. But this time, the phone doesn’t stop and his name appears in large. She stills watching it closely until it stops and she’s back to silence.

She hates him. She hates him so much. Why can’t he leave her alone?

Jungkook’s a dick. He knows he is, and he knows he has no right to even ask for forgiveness. But he’s never felt like this before. She’s always been a constant in his life. Wherever he went, she was there. Whenever he needed her, she wouldn’t even blink an eye. And he took it for granted. He treated her like shit. He treated someone he loved— loves as if he hated her. It’s what he does, a self-defence mechanism at most, pushing her away before he hurt her. But he’d succeeded in hurting her anyway.

He curls his fingers into a fist, landing three heavy-handed knocks on the wooden door. God, what’s he even going to say to her? His hands find balance spread against the walls both sides of the door as his head hangs low. He can hear movement on the other side, feet padding on the floor getting ever closer and he’s holding his breath.

The door opens suddenly and she’s here in front of him, as beautiful as he remembers and possibly more.

“Y/N.” Her name falls from his lips breathlessly and she steps back instinctively.

She’s practised this meeting many times before, she had it planned to the tee. If she saw him again, she’d already put down everything she would say to him but now that he’s here. She’s stuttering dumbly, unable to make out anything coherent. “Why— What are— Why?”

“I can’t.” Jungkook sighs, shoulders sinking down. “I’m sorry. I—”

“Stop.” She shakes her head. She doesn’t need his pity. She doesn’t need to hear again that he doesn’t love her.

“I was stupid and childish. I couldn’t see anything past my own selfish reasonings—”

“Jungkook stop.”

“No Y/N listen.” He steps forward, not fully past the boundary into her place but close. His hands twitch at his side. He wants to touch her but he knows he shouldn’t. “I just wanted to protect you okay. You deserve so much better— so much more than me.”

He lets out a dry chuckle, shuffling on his feet at her blasé gaze but he knows he deserves it. “Y/N, I’m a boy who’s real parents didn’t even want him and I don’t even have any solid aspiration in life. No one gives a shit about what I do. But you—”

He takes another cautious step forward. “You can go far, you have dreams, a future. Parent’s who love you and will do anything for you. And I didn’t want you to waste that on me.”

She scoffs, blowing out a hard breath. “Jesus— when will you stop? You just can’t help fucking with me, can you? You absolutely love it, playing the sympathy card—so I can do what? Playback into your hands?”

“Look Y/N, I fucked up. I know I have but I’ve missed you—”

Y/N worries at her lip, she doesn’t want to hear this, she doesn’t want him to try and please her with little lies.

“Jungkook, stop it. Look—” She knows she can’t pretend to hate him forever, she knows she loves him too much for that but she won’t let him play her around. She’s stronger than that now. “—I forgive you okay? I’m not holding a grudge on you. So you can—”

“I love you.” The words are rushed out, so much so that he’s even sure he’d said it. But he has and they both know it.

“Don’t.”

“Y/N, I love you.” And he’s not lying, it’s the truest statement he’s said all year. He knows it. “I love you so fucking much.”

Y/N shakes her head, fists clenched as she slams them into his chest.

“How dare you?”

She’s hitting him continuously, screaming at him and he’s allowing her. “How fucking dare you?”

“How can you—” Every blow gets weaker and weaker as she breaks down into hysterical sobs. “God, Jungkook you can do anything to me. But not…please, not that.”

Jungkook hates seeing her cry. He’s made her cry too many times to count and every time he’d felt the guilt eating at him. Now more than ever.

“I’m so sorry.” He wraps his arms around her, her fists are planted on his chest as she shakes against him. He rakes his fingers through her hair. “I’m sorry for everything I put you through. You never deserved it at all. You’re so beautiful and I love being around you. I love the way you smile. I love the way you laugh. Y/N I just love everything about you and I’ve never felt this way for someone before.”

Y/N clutches at the fabric of his shirt. God, she loves him and hearing this is almost too good to be true. “Jungkook I don’t…I can’t take you hurting me anymore.”

“And I won’t.” He holds her tighter, breathing in her familiar scent. Home. She smells like home. “I promise Y/N. I will never hurt you again.”

She glances at him coyly. “Then…I love you too.” And she knows she won’t ever stop. Nor will he.