#I just thought “oh it'll be fine I won't get that attached”

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some aces because I miss him :')

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Batting Practice Part 29 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: It was your wedding day, and Bradley realized he was getting everything he wanted... not just a perfect wife, but a perfect family of three. After exchanging vows and promises, you and Everett take him home, because there's something important you want to ask him. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing

Length: 3900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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"I can't believe you're getting married tomorrow," Molly said from the spot where she was lounging in the middle of your bed eating tortilla chips dipped in marshmallow fluff. "I remember when you married Danny. God, you looked fucking miserable that day."

"I was miserable that day. Young and stupid, too. Thanks for reminding me." You tried to take the bag of chips away as you said, "I hate crumbs in my bed. Can't you at least sit on the floor or something?"

She whined and reached for the bag. "It's not for me! It's for the baby. Now be a nice auntie and let me have my little snack."

You weren't sure of all the details of what had gone down. All you knew was Molly and Bob were still together, and she was keeping the baby. Apparently there had been some pleading on his end. Molly said he begged her not to leave him, and then he promptly told her about a million times how much the idea of having a child with her thrilled him. And slowly but surely, over the past few weeks, she seemed to become attached to the idea of being a mom.

"Fine," you sighed, handing her the chips. "Have your snack. But just remember, I'm not doing it for you."

"The baby thanks you," she said, rubbing her tiny bump as she shoved four chips into her mouth. "I wonder what the guys are up to," she said after she was done chewing.

"Watching the Phillies game. Or at least that's what Bradley texted me a few minutes ago."

"Give me your phone! You're not supposed to be talking to him! Bob was supposed to hide Bradley's phone under our bathroom sink. My god, I can't trust him to do anything right," she said with a soft smile on her face. She yanked your phone away and tucked it behind her back. "Now try on your dress one more time. Your tits look so good in it."

"I need you to zip it. Go wash your hands."

She rolled her eyes so hard, it was like she was fifteen years old again, and then she went into your bathroom like she was told. "What's it like living with Bradley?" she asked, moving his stuff around on the counter. "Does he like belch all the time and scratch himself?"

You started laughing as you tried to pull your dress on. "No! He's perfect. It feels like he's always been here. He takes care of almost everything for Ev, and he's actually quite tidy." You skipped over all the parts where you and he had been making love all over the house just because you could, but you did add, "I love having him with us."

Molly turned around and smirked as she came to zip your dress. "If I ever marry Bob, which I might not!" she said, cutting off your excited look. "If I do though, it'll be in the middle of a wildflower meadow just after sunset. And I'll make my own bouquet with the flowers beforehand. Oh, and I'll have to make sure Bob takes his allergy pills. But it'll be so dreamy."

You were gaping at her in the mirror as she zipped the dress. "Really?" you asked, flabbergasted. "That's literally nothing like what I thought you were going to say."

Molly sighed and made her way back to the bag of chips. "It's these fucking hormones. Fuck! I want to get married in the middle of some flowers now! What the hell?" She was wiping at her eyes as she told you, "Pull your dress down a little bit. I'm telling you, Bradley won't even be able to focus on the ceremony with your boobs looking like that."

"The ceremony is only going to be like ten minutes long. If that," you reminded her. But damn, she was right. This dress fit you very well. "Thanks for having an emotional breakdown in the middle of the dress shop and kind of forcing me to buy this dress after I sat on the floor with it on."

She smiled at you as she dipped a chip into the fluff. "That's literally what I'm here for."

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The following morning, Bradley pulled up to Petco Park with Bob and Everett in the Bronco just as the sun started to warm everything up for the day. He was getting married in an hour and a half. He felt jittery, but he wasn't nervous. He felt warm, but he wasn't uncomfortable. He felt like everything was the way he never knew, until very recently, that he wanted it to be. 

"Ready, kiddo?" he asked Everett as he opened the back door. Everett scrambled into his arms and wrapped him in a hug around the neck.

"Yep!" he replied, and then the three of them were making their way into the Players Only Entrance where a security guard was waiting for them. "This is so cool," Everett whispered. The ballpark was basically deserted since the game didn't start until three o'clock, and they only passed a few other staff members as they entered the Padres locker room.

"Remember that fun tour we went on?" Bradley asked Everett as Bob held the door for them. He kissed his stepson on the cheek before setting him down on one of the benches. 

Everett muttered, "Yeah," as he looked all around the room in awe. "But we went in the visiting team locker room."

Bradley laughed and looked around as well. "We sure did, because we wanted to see all the Phillies gear."

"Can we all go to Philadelphia?" Everett asked.

"Well, Philadelphia made it to the short list of vacation spots when I talked to your mom. We'll work on her. We already got a Phillies room out of her."

Everett was smiling nonstop as the three of them changed into their baseball jerseys in the same room where the Padres players would be putting on their uniforms in a few hours for their game against the Rockies. Bradley checked himself out in the mirror. They all matched, more or less, in their white jerseys with gold stitching and letters. Molly had been in charge of ordering them from a small boutique shop. Everett's said GRAND SLAM on the back. Bob's just said BOB. And Bradley's said GROOM; he was a little surprised his didn't come back saying TURD-IN-LAW to be honest. 

When the security guard poked his head inside and said, "You can go out onto the field now," Bradley's heart started pounding. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as he put his Phillies cap on backwards. Then he put Everett's on him backwards and picked him up again. 

"I love you, Ev," he whispered, tears gathering in his eyes. Bradley was in some ways more emotional about becoming Everett's stepdad than he was about marrying you. Because it was like a bonus. A little extra responsibility he never planned for. Falling in love with you was one thing, but this was something else entirely. Every time he looked at his kid, he saw innocent trust returned to him, and all Bradley wanted to do was make him feel safe and loved.

"I love you, Dad," he replied, like it was already the most natural thing in the world. And Bradley supposed it was. Because the two of them seemed to be cut from the same cloth. And Bradley was more than happy to step into the role of a father for this child.

When Bradley turned to Bob, he asked, "You have the rings?"

"In my pocket," he promised, and then the three of them were on their way. They walked quietly through the tunnel and out onto the turf. Everything smelled fresh, like grass and damp earth. Everett's head was on a swivel, looking all around, just like when they took the ballpark tour months ago. 

They were being waved over to home plate by John, their tour guide from that very special day. "It's nice to see you again," he said, shaking hands with Bradley. "I've just been informed that your bride is on her way up from the other locker room."

"Thanks," Bradley muttered, anxious to see you and be with you. He held onto Everett a little tighter as they waited, and he laughed softly. Somehow you managed to pull off this wedding, and the fact that Jake was the one who helped you do it was almost too funny.

"Hi, Mommy!" Everett called, waving his hand as Bradley whirled around to find you walking out onto the infield. A strangled noise escaped him as you made your way closer with a soft smile on your lips. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. It was the only word to describe the day and how he felt and how you looked with Molly holding the bunched up bottom of your wedding dress.

"Kitten," he whispered, feeling short of breath as you joined him on home plate. Your dress was simple but beautiful, and Bradley wasn't ashamed to admit that he couldn't stop glancing at your tits. But it was the smile on your face that had him grinning, too.

When you leaned in to kiss Everett's cheek, Bradley took your chin in his palm and tried to kiss you. "Stop it!" Molly screeched as she finished straightening out your wedding dress. Bradley froze as she added, "You're not supposed to kiss her until John says it's time! Have you never been to a wedding before?"

"I'm so happy I'm gaining not only a wife and son today, but also such a lovely sister-in-law," he told her in response. 

Molly smiled sweetly at him. "You should be delighted."

"Can we get married now?" you asked with a laugh, and Bradley set Everett gently down next to home plate. 

"It's the only reason I'm here," he promised, taking your hands in his. "To marry my beautiful Kitten and live happily ever after."

You smiled at him as he pulled you a little closer. Everett was practically standing between the two of you, so excited for what was to come, and Bob and Molly stood next to John.

"Ready?" When everyone nodded, John said a few words about how he was pleased that he could perform this short ceremony today after being the one who gave them the tour of Petco Park. He told them that they made him smile so many times that day as they interacted with each other. And then he asked if you and Bradley wanted to say anything to each other.

"I'll go first," you said, ducking your head for a beat before you looked Bradley in the eyes. "The first day we met...the first day of tee ball...I took one look at you interacting with Everett, and I thought maybe there was a small chance that it wouldn't have to be just the two of us forever." You let go of Bradley's left hand and smiled at Everett as you ran your fingers along his cheek. "Not that there was anything wrong with the two of us, Ev. You know that, right?"

Everett nodded and told you, "I know."

"We were so close to perfect. But Bradley makes us even better," you said, looking up to meet his eyes again. You studied him for a beat, and Bradley watched your eyes fill with tears. "It's hard to explain how you make me feel so confident, when at the same time, you make me feel like you'll be strong when I can't."

"Kitten," he whispered, wiping your tears as they fell. 

"I love you, Coach," you said with a soft laugh through your watery eyes that had him smiling and shaking his head. "You belong with us."

"I really do," he agreed. 

"Your turn," you whispered, and with a nod, Bradley knelt down in the dirt next to home plate, his jeans getting messy in the process. 

"Hey, kiddo," he whispered to Everett, loud enough that you could still hear him. 

"Hi, Dad," he replied, and Bradley wrapped him up in his arms as he started to cry.

"Thanks for letting me marry your mom," Bradley told him, his voice a little rough as he kissed Everett's forehead. "And thanks for letting me be your dad. I'm going to make some promises to you, okay?"

"Okay," Everett said with a little shrug that made Bradley chuckle. 

He wiped at his tears as he said, "I promise to play baseball with you in the park all the time. At least until your mom gets annoyed. And I promise we'll watch the Phillies together in Philadelphia, because it's the only way to see the Phanatic up close."

"Yes!" Everett said, clapping his hands.

"And I promise to help you with your homework and make you pancakes and collect baseball cards together. And we can do anything else you decide you want to do, okay? Because I love you, kiddo."

Everett hugged him again, and when Bradley stood and looked at you, he was crying in earnest. "Kitten, I love your son just as much as I love you."

"I know it," you whispered, crying as well. 

He took a deep breath and laughed. "Are you ready for your promises, Kitten?" When you nodded he took your hands in his again. "In front of Ev, Molly and Bob, and this immaculate turf at Petco Park, I promise I love you more than baseball."

You started laughing through your tears, and Bradley turned to see Molly wiping her own tears on Bob's jersey. 

"That's a lot of love," you told him, squeezing his hands. 

He nodded, pulling both of your hands so they were around his waist. "I promise I love you more than the Phillies. And I always will." He let his forehead come to rest against yours and said, "And if you'll let me be strong for you sometimes when you need it, then that's an honor, Kitten. Because you're the strongest person I know. But I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." Your eyes closed as Bradley's lips brushed your forehead and his hands slipped around your waist. "John, I'm ready to kiss my wife."

"By all means," he replied, "go right ahead."

Your hands were around Bradley's neck, nudging his backward cap and pulling him closer, and then he was kissing you while your little cheering section of four people went wild. 

"I love you," he promised against your lips, but you pulled him in for more with a smile. He brushed your nose with his and kissed you one last time. Then Bob was holding out one ring on each palm, and you let Bradley slip yours on before you took his left hand in yours. His ring looked perfect after you slid it into place. And then Everett was reaching for him, and Bradley scooped him up while you hugged your sister and kissed Bob's cheek.

"You're really my dad now," Everett said, letting his head come to rest on Bradley's shoulder. 

Bradley held him close. "I think I already kind of was."

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The fact that your wedding reception consisted of ballpark food and cheap beer in one of the Padres' suites had you and Bradley smiling nonstop. The two of you had taken wedding photos while the park was still empty, and most of the shots were of the three of you.

"Could I interest you in some nachos, Kitten?" Bradley asked, stealing a chip as he handed you a tray.

"Thanks, Coach," you said, kissing his cheek. "You know, I don't think we give Bob enough credit."

"What do you mean?" he asked, dipping another chip into the cheese and eating it. 

"Well, we only met because he got you to coach the team with him in the first place. And he kind of let you bully me into being the Team Mom."

Bradley shook his head. "That seems like ages, not just just five months. You'd wear your little black skirt to practices and prance across the grass in your high heels. Fuck, you're so sexy." You giggled as he kissed you behind your ear. "And your tits look amazing in your dress."

"You can thank Molly for making me buy this one."

Bradley glanced toward where Molly and Bob were making out in the corner. His hands were all over the barely noticeable swell of her pregnant belly, and she was raking her fingers through his hair. "Nah, Bob's busy thanking her himself at the moment."

As more guests showed up just before the game started, you watched Nat squirt some ketchup onto a hotdog for Everett. And then you watched Bradley hold a napkin up while he ate it, just like he always did. The two of them were so shockingly similar, it was jarring at times when you remembered that Danny was Everett's biological father. 

"Talk about an upgrade," you whispered, taking a sip of beer before you went to greet Maverick. You barely watched the game, too busy chatting with your friends and kissing Bradley nonstop. But the Padres won which made Bradley and Everett happy, so it made you happy, too. 

And then by six o'clock, you had an exhausted seven year old son on your hands. He was crashing from all the snacks and the excitement of the day. "Time to head home," Bradley said, picking Everett up and kissing your lips. "And then we can send Ev off with my delightful sister-in-law."

You looked up at him, confused. "What do you mean? Ev's going to their condo for the night?"

"Two nights. I'm taking you to Palm Springs," he told you with a smirk. "We're having a real honeymoon now, and then I was thinking over winter break, we could take a family trip to Disney World?"

You threw yourself at him, and he collected you in his other arm. "That sounds perfect." You'd never been to Palm Springs or Disney World, but suddenly you wanted to go everywhere with him. 

"You said Philadelphia," Everett whined in Bradley's grasp.

Bradley kissed his forehead. "That'll be in the spring, silly. Gotta go when the Phanatic is active in his natural habitat."

Your heart pounded as you walked out across the parking lot to the Bronco. Because it turned out Molly had been keeping two secrets today: one for Bradley and one for you and Ev. You didn't expect to be this nervous, but here you were, barely able to get your seatbelt buckled around your dress.

Bradley was sweet and gentle, taking the buckle from your shaking hands. "Are you okay, Kitten?" he asked, the dying sunlight turning his eyes a deep amber. 

"Yes. Just can't wait to get home. Ev and I have a special wedding gift for you."

"Well, I can't wait either."

You bit your lip and looked out the window as you muttered, "Hope you like it."

Because Molly was the one driving her car, she and Bob got back to your house first. She was unlocking the front door so Bradley could carry Everett inside while he yawned. "We'll be out on the back deck," Molly said, taking Bob by the hand. "Let us know when Ev is all ready for his sleepover."

Now Bradley was the one who looked confused as they closed the back door behind them, leaving the three of you alone in the living room. "Ev's bag is already packed," Bradley said. "He can go with them anytime." 

"That's true." You felt too hot in your wedding dress now, thinking you might need to take a minute to yourself. But then Everett was climbing out of Bradley's arms and reaching for the box you'd stashed under the couch. 

"Can we give it to him?" he asked, looking up at you for permission with wide, innocent eyes. 

"Yeah," you whispered, running your hand over your chest, trying to calm the pounding of your heart. Your eye caught on the baseball covered in hearts that Bradley had used to propose to you where it sat on your mantle. He belonged here with both of you, and you wanted Everett to have every opportunity to live his best life. "We can give it to him."

Then Everett thrust the wrapped box into Bradley's hands, and you realized you were both staring at him. You reached for your son, pulling him closer to you as Bradley shook the box a little bit. "This is for me?"

"Yes," you and Everett said in unison, but now you felt like you were going to be sick as he started to rip into the silver paper. And then he was opening the box. 

A smile lit Bradley's face as he set the box aside and held up a Phillies jersey, examining the front of it. "I love it," he said, nodding his head. "But it looks a little small for me, doesn't it?" 

You pressed your lips together as you squeezed Everett's shoulder. "Look at the back," you told him, your voice a little shaky. 

Bradley turned it around and read it. "Bradshaw. But it's a child's size." When he met your eyes, you could barely see through your tears, and you even sensed that Everett was anxious now. 

"It's not for you, Coach," you informed him softly. Then you looked down at your son for a beat as you said, "It's for Ev. This is just our way of asking you if you'd like to be Everett's father. If you'd like to adopt him."

You watched Bradley's lips part, but no words came out. He was looking between the two of you in awe as tears seemed to fill his eyes. Then he read the back of the jersey again as he sobbed. "Come here," he whispered, kneeling down in front of Everett and tucking the jersey under his arm. "Is that what you want, kiddo?"

Everett wrapped his arms around Bradley's neck and said, "Yes."

Then Bradley looked up at you with tears in his eyes. "You'd let me?"

"Yes!" you said, now crying as well. "It's what we want."

He buried his face in Everett's neck and squeezed him. "Yes, I want to adopt you, Ev," he managed. As he stood with Everett in his arms, he kissed you and whispered, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

"We can do it soon," you told him, hugging him a little awkwardly as he held Everett. "I'll have my lawyer change my petition from child support to adoption. We can get new papers served. No more Danny. We don't need the money anyway. Not like we need you, Coach."

Bradley leaned down and kissed you. "First thing when we get back from Palm Springs, Kitten. Let's get this ball rolling. You won't have to worry about custody or Danny anymore. You won't even have to think about it. And I'll get my bonus," he told Everett with a grin. "A son to go along with my wife."

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Married! Adopting Ev! Happiness! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32

PART 30

Don't forget to check out Bob and Molly in The Curveball!

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[the-puppet-bracket]

Spamton propaganda:

"You know someone had to do it.

This guy's whole thing is not wanting to be a puppet anymore, but uh-oh-spaghetti-o! Dude now has physical puppet strings!"

"Making a [SPECIL] deal by placing his [#1 SALE SYSTEM] into a [CLASSIC!] body, Spamton believed he could be more than [HYPERLINK BLOCKED]. But the strings told him otherwise. He lunged at Kris in [LIMITED TIME OFFER], trying with all his [50% OFF!] to be more than a puppet."

"Spam email bot who was exposed to something that drove him mad and he spent the whole rest of his existence trying to cut his strings, only to die (maybe?) when he finally manages it."

"He is the most tortured dumpster man alive. Also, not literally a puppet, but metaphorically!!! There's some mysterious outside force controlling him and limiting what he can say and god, he desperately wants to break free, trying to kill the protagonist (his only friend in years) for the chance of ""being let loose from his strings"". In his secret boss battle, he thinks he'll be free after getting a new body but he isn't, as his new powerful body has literal strings attached. You fight him, because he thinks your soul (long story) will gain him access to freedom. During the pacifist route of the battle, you cut his strings until there's one more left, he's ecstatic, being able to break free from the narrative of the confines of the game. He decides to break his own last string, and he falls to the ground into pieces. It turns out he relied on the strings after so long, and couldn't recover without them. Afterwards, he's deshevaled, hung up by vines in the dark basement that resemble his old strings and he says ""It seems after all I couldn't be anything more than a simple puppet."" This ties back to how Kris, the protagonist of the game is feeling the effects of being controlled by the player and really shows the core focus of the game and it's characters. And that's why I entered him into this poll!

Also he is genuinely so fucking hilarious bro just play Deltarune already what the fuck are you doing the chapters that are out rn are free dawg (play Undertale first though, it's like ten bucks or something you'll be fine)"

"Spamton best blorbo. Very good blorbo. Exquisite blorbo even. He's sad and adhd and insane and weird and I love him and you should too. Pipis"

"he spamt"

"[[NUMBER ONE RATED SALESMAN 1997]]"

"he's living in a goddamn garbage can. let the big shot win. it'll be funny. does he deserve it? that is up to viewer discretion. but he is our beloved tumblr sillyman and as such we need to pay him respect in some manner. <3

(iirc spamton is a puppet? probably. oh well if he doesn't count ignore this i'm not read up on

my deltarune)"

"frankly i'd be surprised if he's not one of the most submitted. anyway his whole Deal is about being a puppet and having other things control him and so he seeks to regain that control through either manipulating the player into murdering half the city or to take the red soul and use it to become a god. yet in his super powerful NEO form he still has strings attached to him (that he won't even notice if he succeeded in the player manipulation thing) and in either case he ultimately becomes an item you use just for stats. guy really isn't a fan of puppetteers"

"you propably knew this was coming lol

Tumblr's favorite awful little puppet desperately fighting to get rid of his strings

the pinocchio references are strong in this one

HA HA HA ... THIS POWER IS

FREEDOM.

I WON'T HAVE TO BE JUST A PUPPET ANY MORE!!!!

...

OR... so... I... thought.

WHAT ARE THESE STRINGS!? WHY AM I NOT [BIG] ENOUGH!? It's still DARK... SO DARK!"

"Tries to become a real boy, ends up as another puppet look guy. He's shady, he's a scammer, he's got cringefail swag and I love him"

"He's just a little fucked-up little guy"

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

This is a scenario for the Jerv Squad (BTAS, Gotham, Arkham). Let's say there's a guard at Arkham who's been making their lives Hell lately (think Lyle Bolton). When they're out of Arkham, their adorable S/O sweetly tells him they have a surprise for him! That guard? Dead. Totally dead. Messily, brutally, dead. They can see the body, if they want! How does Jervis react?

"The only good Arkham Guard..." Hatter Party x gn! Reader

God I hate Bolton so fucking much I'm just channeling that internally.

TW: murder, mutilation, body disposal, taxidermy

BTAS

- He is rather neutral on actually seeing the body. He trusts his loved one to have done as they say. He will, however, ask if you need any assistance with disposal.

- If you do, he'll mind control someone to take care of it. Do it in such a way it won't be attached to you at all. Clean. Neat. You don't need to be there for that.

- While he understands you obviously handled a lot of gore and violence in the murder of this man, he still feels some need to not make you watch things like that. You deserve to only see good things. Sweet things, kind things.

- Knowing you did this after seeing him hurt... It makes the bruises ache less. Did you get hurt? He'd feel truly a cad if you got hurt. Kissing over even the smallest scratch you might have gotten.

- He's going to want to stay out of trouble for a bit. He just wants to cuddle next to you in bed for a while. Watch some old movies with you and order food in for a day.

- It'll be one of the moments you see him casual, his hair pulled up out of his face, pins in his mouth as he gets fabric together for sewing outfits.

Gotham

- Only wants to see the body as evidence that the man is really dead. He's certain you really did it, but... it's good to make sure, especially with how many people seem to "come back" in Gotham.

- You certainly did the deed, though. All for him...

- Similar to BTAS, he's not going to do body disposal himself. Hypnotize some big brutes to cut the guard up into teeny tiny pieces, yank out his teeth to derail dental record identification and maul his face.

- Yet all the while it's happening he's taking you in his arms and holding you close. Kissing you softly. It becomes a dance in which he twirls you in the moonlight. Slow, then moderately paced to the music in your minds.

- As the body is spread across different parts of Gotham and beyond, he wants to spend several days only focusing on you. On the both of you.

- You deserve pampering after all that. It takes hard work to do what you've done! He loves the wickedness of your mind and the planning it must have taken.

- You'll have to be careful, though, love, or else you'll have a cell right next to him at Arkham.

Arkham

- Oh~? Oh, oh, oh? A gift from his beloved? His dearest Alice?

- When he finds out what the gift is, he wants to see the body immediately. Gloat. Get all those details on how he suffered for all the times he suffered.

- In truth, he's so giddy he can hardly stand himself. Probably kicks the body and might even mutilate it further.

- If he's in a particularly "creative" mindset, he might look into giving the corpse a seat at the tea table. Taxidermy can't be too difficult, can it? Especially with a stuffed rabbits head. Fine movements with scissors and a sewing needle...

- The guard is much more useful this way! Really, it's like he's a brand new man. That makes Jervis giggle at his own joke.

- As for you... He can't thank you enough. If you thought he was clingy before, be prepared for right after this happens. Holding onto you tight. His protector.

- It makes him a little sad. He wants to protect YOU! But perhaps- perhaps you can protect each other.

[blazehedgehog]

Thoughts on the Playstation Showcase?

It was fine, I guess. Spider-man 2 looks cool. I was surprised at how quickly Miles crosses the city. I've still never owned or played that first Spider-man game, so I don't really know what swinging or anything feels like, but it feels like Miles goes from one side of the city to the other in just a few seconds. It's shockingly fast.

The Metal Gear Solid Delta reveal was a little weird. I guess I'm still used to the Hideo Kojima style trailer where it's lots of dialog and story setup and studio logos to open a trailer. What we got was some Animal Kingdom food chain demonstration and "oh by the way here's Naked Snake" at the very end. Very understated for something that should be bigger and more dramatic, I think.

Like, the original PS2 reveal trailer for Snake Eater was close to 12 minutes. Snake is front and center, gameplay features are front and center, it feels like a big deal because it is. The Delta reveal doesn't. And they really buried the lede on a new Metal Gear Solid collection (and one that finally includes MGS1).

I'm struggling to think about what else was even announced. Dragon's Dogma 2 is interesting, at least? But again, that also felt really understated. There was a time where Capcom put every single project on hold so they could all focus on finishing the first Dragon's Dogma. Obviously the game didn't land super well (and was even considered a failure for a really long time), so the sequel won't get quite the same push, but there was something very unceremonious to its reveal and trailer. Very much just "here it is! ok bye"

It's weird to me that Final Fantasy VII Remake Part 2 is supposed to be this year but didn't have any kind of preview, teaser, or promo at this thing.

What else...

I am one of the few people that actually liked the Wii U, but the announcement of "Project Q" has me rolling my eyes. Sony, much like Nintendo, is trying to position itself as "The Apple of Gaming." Which largely just means expense. Recently they announced a controller shell for phones, which:

Is just a rebrand of something that already exists, meaning it sacrifices the Dualshock stick layout for the Xbox stick layout

Is $40 more expensive than a full, real Dualsense controller.

That's on top of the $200 "Dualsense Edge", and a VR helmet that costs more than the console you use it with.

This "Project Q" thing, the Playstation 5's Wii U Gamepad, is absolutely going to be $150. Or it'll be another, different controller shell for your phone and will be attached to the Playstation Plus Extra Premium Super Turbo subscription service for $20 a month. On top of a separate purchase for the shell.

Go jump in a lake.

[justinmitchellfan]

ARIANA GRANDE X MERCEDES VARNADO LOVE STORY SMUT WARNING ⚠️ PART 3 of the continuation of the she's the one love story

Chapter 7 title: jealous

Arianas point of view

She goes to pull away but I cup the back of her neck and press my lips to hers again, I can't even begin to describe how addictive her lips are and the feeling that comes with kissing them is even more addictive, the kiss lasts for a second but then she laughs, my lips now meeting her teeth "baby, I gotta go says mercedes and Ariana pouts "or you could stay with me tonight says Ariana "tempting but we both have to work in the morning so I think that's a bad idea says mercedes and my jaw drops in fake shock "you don't think anything would happen do you, I'm not that kind of girl mercedes says Ariana and mercedes chuckles "it's not your self control that I'm questioning and I roll my eyes and laugh "fine says Ariana "let me know that you got in safe okay says mercedes as she asks stepping out of the car

With my nod as an answer, she shuts the door and heads towards the hotel and she throws a smile over her shoulder before she goes in and I groan out Loud, why is she so damn cute and beautiful and sexy?! All at once "home miss grande says Jackson as he asks and I nod and sit back for the ride

Mercedes😍😋🥵: promise I'm not clingy but.... I miss you already

Ariana💜🥰🔥: awww, I miss you too baby😘

Mercedes😍😋🥵: as you should 😉

"We're here miss grande says Jackson getting out and opening the door for me and getting out, I go inside and up to my apartment and as usual my dogs and piggy smallz greet me

Ariana💜🥰🔥: I made it home safe

Mercedes😍😋🥵: good

Mercedes😍😋🥵: also I'm taking you out one of these nights

Ariana💜🥰🔥: oh are you

Mercedes😍😋🥵: yep, it's gon be fancy and it'll make up for the fact that we won't see each other tomorrow or the day after

I pout at the thought and she's doing her music video and I have a couple interviews in the morning. It Is sad that I'm already attached to her and I'm willing to blow off the interviews just to be with her, I mean I won't cause it's my career and I love what I do but I considered it and plus remembering her conversation with Anthony and scoot let's me know that she's been getting a lot of offers to be on talk shows

Mercedes😍😋🥵: you still there baby girl

Ariana💜🥰🔥: yeah baby I'm here, just sulking over not being able to see you

Mercedes😍😋🥵: it'll be fine, just do you and before you know it we'll be on our date☺️

Ariana💜🥰🔥: 😩😩but that's so looong

I set my phone down while I go shower quickly and change into a different sweater and I wonder if mercedes has a sweater I can take, I mean borrow and when I get back downstairs I set some food out for my babies and make myself something to eat. Flicking on the tv, I sit down and grab my phone, reading over the messages that mercedes sent basically telling me to chill because well definitely see each other again, she and i text a little more before I end up getting tired and going to bed, sending her a good night and getting one back and I wake up the next morning and leave and on the drive over to my first interview, I talk with my manager about all that I have to do today

My first interview is over the radio and it goes exactly as expected, they talk about my last tour ,they talk about future music and possible collaborations and about the rumors going around Pete and I which I quickly shut down and there's absolutely nothing going on between us anymore and I head from that radio station to another and do it all over again before going to the studio for my interview on Kelly and Michael and after getting through hair and makeup and changing into another outfit, they welcome me out and the crowd loses it and with a smile, I wave at everyone, even running down and hugging a couple people before taking my seat on stage

Michael and Kelly laugh amusedly at my interaction with my fans and that's what we talk about for a minute, we joke a bit about the video I posted of mercedes and my babies "I mean it's a little hard to see her face with all the dogs jumping on her but that is mercedes varnado right says Kelly as she asks as her eyes move from the clip to me "yeah that's her, we happened to see each other at the label and just decided to hangout says Ariana and I don't further explain and they don't push which I'm grateful for and despite being into each other, mercedes and I aren't official so making any statements about us can be tricky but people are going to run with this anyway and all that matters is I'm her baby and she's mine

My time on the show ends and I hug Michael and Kelly goodbye before waving and walking off stage and in my dressing room, my manager calls and tells me my last interview was canceled, apparently they double booked me and someone else and they chose the other person and with nothing else to do, I happily text mercedes, asking her if she's still busy and she is but invites me to come to the shoot anyway, maybe she misses me as much as I miss her and I ask if I can bring someone and she jokes that as long as it isn't my boyfriend she doesn't mind, rolling my eyes, I ask Courtney if she wants to come with me, I've missed my best friend these last few days and she immediately asks if it's the girl I talked to her about last night and the night before and I say yes so she jumps on the chance to meet her

Jackson drives over and picks up Courtney "ari says Courtney as she squeals and hugs me and I giggle and hug her back, giving her a gentle squeeze before pulling away "I've missed you so much as I pout, laying my head on her shoulder and Courtney laughs "not too much since you've been with your new boo says Courtney and my eyes roll but I blush nonetheless "I take it that was her on your story last night says Courtney and I nod "well I'm gonna need to see her before I approve of anything says Courtney "oh I know but you'll love her, she's so sweet and she can be a little shy at first but the more she opens up she gets even cuter and says Ariana "ari chill, I'll see it all for myself when we get there says Courtney

I relax for now, shutting my mouth about mercedes but we keep talking about all that we've missed since the last time we saw each other even though we text constantly it's different than being there and hearing it and Jackson pulls up to the house they're shooting at and Courtney and I get out and there's paparazzi at the gate leading to the house and when they see us step out of the car ,they immediately start snapping pictures, they're behind the gate but that doesn't stop their incessancy and it amazes me how they find information like they do, like this is mercedes first ever music video, how do they know she's shooting here and when we get in the house one of the workers directs us to the room they're shooting in and I stop in my tracks the second I get there

Mercedes sitting on the bed clad in a white sweatshirt and black joggers ,standing in front of her, leaning closer is some girl in lingerie and mercedes smirks at the girl, biting her bottom lip and tilting her head to the side the closer the girl gets "cut says the director and eyes fall on the director "alright good take, this time mercedes when shaena leans in I want you to gently grab the bottom of her chin and then we'll reset says the director and mercedes nods, licking her lips and repositioning herself and the director yells action and mercedes does exactly as he asked and her hand comes up, resting under the girls chin as her thumb gently grabs it, their faces centimeters apart "cut! That was perfect, take 5 while we reset says the director as he yells

Someone comes up and brings shaena a robe while she talks with mercedes who just notices me and a brilliant smile spreads on her face and she excuses herself and comes over "hey, I didn't know you were here says mercedes "probably because you were all in shaenas face as I look over her shoulder to see said girl staring at mercedes and I and jealousy rises in me and I reach forward, cupping the back of mercedes neck and pulling her into a kiss and she doesn't waste a second, her hand landing on my waist as she kisses me back "well damn says mercedes as she releases a breath "I missed you too says mercedes and I glare at shaena for a split second then look back to mercedes

"How much longer you shooting as I ask really wanting to know how much longer she's going to have this girl all over her "uh says mercedes as she frowns thinking "I have one or two more scenes in here and then we go finish everything outside, I really don't know how long that'll take, we haven't had to redo any shots so hopefully it goes pretty quickly says mercedes and I don't say anything but Courtney does "hi days Courtney as she holds her hand towards mercedes "I'm Courtney, Arianas best friend says Courtney and mercedes smiles "oh, hey it's nice to meet you, I'm mercedes which you may or may not know says mercedes "I know says Courtney

"Cool, well uh, thanks for coming, I don't know um says mercedes as she chuckles nervously and rubs her neck "if we finish before it's too dark out would you two want to grab dinner with me and Anthony says mercedes and her eyes land on me but I'm still fighting away my jealousy "we'd love to says as Courtney answers "mercedes wardrobe change as the director calls "coming says mercedes as she glances at him "I'll speak to you guys later says mercedes and with that she jogs away "damn ari, possessive much says Courtney as she laughs and I groan and put my face in my hands "I wasn't expecting to do that says Ariana "I bet says Courtney

When mercedes comes back, she's clad in grey boxers and a black tank top, how is every part of her body so toned, her arms and legs look so hot and the director talks to mercedes and shaena then another girl comes in ,also in lingerie and nodding along, they listen, before taking their places and both girls lie down on the bed and mercedes sits on the end, singing rush, as she mentioned before they don't reshot it, the director says it's perfect, they just change clothes or for mercedes tank tops and then they get into different places and once again, I'm filled with jealousy as I watch both girls rub all over mercedes as she keeps a straight face and eventually they finish with all the bedroom stuff but my jealousy doesn't end

This girl shaena is all over the video even when everyone moves outside, she's in the entire pool shot and the scene on the steps and finally her scenes are over and it's just mercedes and they film her as she sings, the view overlooking the city and neighborhood and jealousy doesn't cloud my thoughts on my baby and she looks so damn fine "cut, that's a wrap on rush as the director calls and mercedes does the cutest little dance, a smile plastered on her face and before she joins me and Courtney, she speaks with the director and a couple other people then changes and coming out the house alongside her is Anthony "oh bitch says Courtney as her hand smacks my arm "you didn't say the best friend is fine as hell says Courtney eyeing Anthony in his outfit

"You really think I was paying attention to Anthony when mercedes was there looking sexy as hell as I counter looking at my baby and her outfit, she's gonna be the death of me and the two of them stop in front of us, mercedes smiling Charmingly at me and sweetly at Courtney and after Anthony and Courtney are introduced, my best friend not even withholding her flirtatious stare and comments ,we go to the awaiting car and climb in

Chapter 8 title: confidence

Mercedes point of view

Ariana looks so cute when she's jealous and the second she kissed me at the shoot I knew that's what it was, I also knew that shaena was checking me out, she hadn't stopped looking at me since she auditioned but the only girl my eyes are on is Ariana and said girl, has her hand in mine the whole ride to the restaurant and I ask her about her interviews and she shortly tells me that they went well and that at one of them I was asked about and she doesn't say what they asked about but the only link between her and I is the post she made on her story and I noticed how she subtly left the caption 'my babies' not clarifying Anything

Her super spy fans wasted no time finding out it was me and then spamming my accounts and a lot of them made comments on my looks, questioned if I was dating Ariana, said they liked my song and there was also the hate comments and I know that Ariana has experience with hate comments so I didn't say anything about it despite some of them hurting a little and eventually we pull up to the restaurant, Anthony and I get out first, opening doors for the girls and Courtney has been absolutely engrossed in every word coming from Anthony's mouth since they met, it's genuinely amazing because just looking at Anthony, you couldn't tell that he was really interested but I've seen him interested

He tries to play it cool, his voice deepens a little and there's the nervous habit of rubbing his beard, all things he's doing with Courtney at the moment and the mairte'd guides us to a table, some people glancing our way at the sight of Ariana and we pull the chairs out for the girls and sit and looking at the menu, I see so many meals that sound delicious and seeing as I'm an indecisive person when it comes to food, it's hard to choose "hey aye as I nudge Anthony who's shoots me a glare making me smile innocently "I hate to interuppt your flirting but what're you getting and he rolls his eyes "rigatoni says Anthony as he goes back to talking to Courtney and looking over at Ariana, I pout seeing her on her phone "hey uh ari as I lean over a little "baby, are you mad at me says mercedes

She looks up from her phone and over to me and her eyes immediately soften "no I'm not mad at you says Ariana and I stop the pout but still keep a childlike expression "are you irritated with me Cause of the video as I know she was jealous and the last thing I want is for this to go too far and having been in an incredibly toxic relationship that was driven by sex and jealousy, I'm not fond of the emotion "I promise it was only for the video, you're the only girl i want says mercedes and she smiles so beautifully that it'd criminal, hand raising to cup my cheek "I know baby, I'm okay I promise says Ariana and her calling me baby let's me know we're good "then can I get some attention says mercedes as she jokingly whines "yes baby you can says Ariana

I don't think I'll ever not want to hear her call me that and shortly after a waiter comes and we all place our orders and Ariana was also struggling with what to choose which kind of makes me glad, I checked the menu before we came to make sure there were a lot of vegan options "so says Ariana as she turns to me "what're you going to do about the songs you recorded last night says Ariana and I smile at the mention of it "I really want to release where were you, I just love the whole melody of the song and the lyrics and just the whole thing ,hearing it completely made me even more excited about it says mercedes and her hands grab mine and she squeezes it with a smile

Even though I'm sure she talks about music like 24/7, I love how wiling she is to listen to me gush over it and how excited she gets about it with me "I'm sensing some hesitation says Ariana "yeah, just, I know I have to run it by Scooter and at least two execs and I just, I don't want either of them to not like it cause then I can't release it says mercedes and I can't help but feel like getting rush released was just beginners luck and it's going to get so much harder and I just want to make music and share it with everyone but it's so much more complicated than that ,Anthony obviously having heard a bit of the conversation, joins in, it quickly becomes the topic we discuss while we eat, Courtney tells me to just have faith in my music and Ariana gives me advice on it

Telling me how hard she fights to release the songs she's confident in and honestly, by the end of dinner I'm convinced that I should fight for the release of the song. Me and Anthony split the bill despite Ariana and Courtney protesting and then we leave and thr first plan was to drop us and Courtney off at home but she decided to just stay at Arianas and then Ariana became persistent on me staying with her too and Courtney said that we couldn't leave Anthony all by himself so the endplan is for everyone to spend the night at aris and that's what we go with so after stopping to grab some clothes for Anthony and I, we go to her apartment and when we get there despite it being so late, paparazzi are lurking around snapping pictures of us going inside and pushing the annoyance I feel away

I focus on spending time with Ariana and the second we're in the door we're bombarded by her pets ,adorably enough, the first on in my arm is toulouse and I speak to him in that generic baby voice, scratching behind his ears and quickly playing with him, I then give attention to the others that swarm me "my own babies are betraying me already says Ariana as she whines causing toulouse to trot over to her and nuzzle her leg with his head and the others kept rough housing with me until I stand up and walk over to ari "I haven't betrayed you as u give a little pout, my hands resting on her waist and kissing her cheek and a blush rises on her face and she looks away but I think it's way too cute so I gently grab her chin and place a kiss on her lips

When we pull away, she bites her bottom lip and rests her head on my chest, I love our height difference "there's only one guest room says Ariana and mercedes shrugs "that's fine, Anthony and I have shared beds before not ideal but whatever says mercedes and her eyebrows pinch together "what says Ariana "what says mercedes "you're not sleeping in the guest room, you're sleeping in my room says Ariana and I tilt my head to the side "do you have a couch in your room says mercedes "no says Ariana as she shakes her head "I have one bed that we will share says Ariana and I'm about to protest not cause I don't want to but because I don't want to rush this and make her uncomfortable but she's giving me a look ,one I know not to argue with

"What about Anthony and Courtney says mercedes as she asks "do they look like they'd mind sharing a bed says Ariana and my gaze pans over to the two who are kissing on the couch, that was fast, faster than me and Ariana "now come on says Ariana as she laces our fingers together and brings me up the stairs with her and her room is simply elegant as I expected and it's uniquely her "have a seat says Ariana as she instructs "I'll only be a minute in the bathroom and then you can go in says Ariana and I nod and she turns away from me "baby says Ariana as she comes out of the closet, stopping in front of me "hm says mercedes "can I have the hoodie you're wearing says Ariana

I glance down at the hoodie on my body and shrug, after taking it off, I'm left in my tee, handing it over to Ariana and I mumble "here ya go says mercedes "thank you says Ariana as she kisses me and goes into the bathroom and like she said, she's only in there a short while before coming back out in the hoodie I just gave her and my eyes trail over her body, starting at her legs and going all the way up to her face, I swallow. Dear God help me "your turn says Ariana and I nod but my body doesn't move and Ariana giggles at mercedes reaction "see something you like says Ariana "yes says mercedes as her eyes widen "I mean no ,no I mean I do see something I like I just don't mean it sexually well I do but I didn't says mercedes and her eyes narrow at me and she walks closer "you think too much says Ariana

Soft hands cup my face and she smashes her lips on mine and my hands seemingly snap to her hips ,her tounge glides out across my bottom lip before skillfully slipping into my mouth once allowed and one hand stays on my face while the other trails to the hairs on the back of my neck and the sensation of it feels too good not to acknowledge and that acknowledgment coming out as a soft moan which just spurs her on and she guides me to lie down and straddles me, all while holding the kiss and at this point my lungs will burst before I pull away and her hands trail down my body and glide under my shirt and over my abdomen, one of mine grips her hip as the other finds her ass and another moan comes from her and she bites my bottom lip but it's not until i feel the pressure of her grinding into me that I come to me senses

I break the kiss only for her to trail them down to my neck and it briefly distracts me, it's so hard not to just go with it "ari stop as I whisper breathless and my mind us screaming Don't stop, this is Ariana fucking grande, definitely leaving marks on my neck, why would I want this to stop "Ariana, wait as I gently but hastily grab her face and make her look at me "we can't says mercedes, slowly, I watch the arousal slip from her eyes well its not completely gone but it's not so prominent "what's wrong says Ariana "nothing, nothing is wrong except the timing, I don't want to rush into sex with you says mercedes and her eyes sadden so I rush to explain myself, not wanting her to have negative thoughts

"You are so incredibly sexy, believe me I'm dying to finish it but I'd much rather strengthen this emotional connection we have before we further explore physically as my thumb runs across her slightly swollen bottom lip "I'm already crazy about you and that's scary enough without adding the idea of sleeping with you to that says mercedes and a second passes before Ariana nods "I get it, I guess I agree says Ariana as her smile is playful but I also know she's serious "I don't make any promises though you are absolutely irresistible so I will try to retrain myself says Ariana, chuckling as I shake my head "that's all I ask says mercedes and with that I place a quick kiss on her lips, move her off of me and head into the bathroom with my bag

I start the routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face before changing into shorts and a tee and moisturizing and being in the bathroom takes a little less that ten minutes and the second I'm out ,I call my mom and Samia, checking in with them and letting them know I love them but the call isn't so quick since Samia starts talking about seeing me with Ariana grande on the internet, I just tell her I'll explain later and she's satisfied and I end up having to talk my mom down afterwards because she starts the talk about relationships and I finally get them to say goodnight and go and by the time I end the call, Ariana is in bed under the covers, phone in hand with the screen lighting up her face

"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are as I ask Ariana, plugging my phone in and sitting beside her and she looks from her phone to me "I think I do but the way you say it makes me feel like I'm not even close says Ariana "you aren't as I answer not even knowing what she thinks, describing it isn't even possible, words haven't been invented yet and her cheeks flush pink and she covers her face "stop looking at me like that says Ariana and I smile at her bashful state, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her into me "you're just gonna have to get use to it baby girl says mercedes and the little Name makes her hide her face in the crook of my neck instead "have I ever told you that I hate you says Ariana as she mumbles

"Yeah but we both know that that's code for you love me, so I'll take it says mercedes and quickly kissing her head, I slip under the covers and pull her back into my arms

Chapter 9 title: fame

Arianas point of view

For a split second when I wake up, I'm confused, there are arms wrapped me and the 'pillow' I'm laying on is someone's chest but I quickly realize that the body belongs to mercedes and my face breaks into a smile and I snuggle closer to her and I've just had the best sleep ever, no nightmares, I didn't wake up at all and I actually feel like I got rest "morning baby girl says mercedes and mercedes voice startles me as she wakes up and tightens her hold on me and mercedes chuckles "sorry, I wasn't trying to scare you says mercedes "it's fine baby, I just didn't know you were awake says Ariana and her thumb and finger grab my chin and she tilts my head up to kiss me but only gets my cheek "uh what says mercedes and Ariana frowns "I have morning breath says Ariana

Mercedes also frowns "as opposed to what, afternoon breath says mercedes and the corny joke makes me laugh and she takes that moment to kiss me and when she pulls away, she's smiling proudly only to kiss me two more times on the lips and place kisses all over my face and the last one is on my forehead and afterwards she jumps up, grabs her bag and goes into the bathroom, I'm falling for her so hard already, it's been like a week and her phone ringing pulls me from my thoughts and I look over at it. Samia😋🙆‍♀️💜 "mercedes, baby your sister is calling as I shout hoping she can hear me "answer it please says mercedes, she wants me to talk to her sister, wait has she told her mom and sister about me

I push my panic away and answer the phone before it stops "hello, this is mercedes phone says Ariana, why did I say that "I hope so since that's who I called says Samia, she's sassy "right, I just didn't know what to say, mercedes can't get to the phone so she asked me to answer it says Ariana, she doesn't know who 'me' is "and who are you says Samia "Ariana says Ariana "GRANDE says Samia and my eyes widen at her exclamation and I pull the phone away from my ear ,so mercedes did say something that or her sister has seen the pictures and stuff online "yes says Ariana "did you two have sex says Samia as she asked shocked. Almost kid Almost "I don't think mercedes would want me to answer that says Ariana

Like she knows what's been said, mercedes hastily comes out of the bathroom, pants hanging low on her waist and no shirt, God save me and she takes the phone from my hand "Samia, what's up, shouldn't you be heading to school says mercedes and whatever her sister says, I don't hear and instead of listening to their conversation I go into the bathroom to get clean and after a shower, brushing my teeth and washing my face, I pull on a robe as I walk by to the closet ,would it be extra if we matched, I don't think so "hey baby, what color is your shirt as I ask and she covers the mic on the phone and tells me white then goes back to the call

With that information, I pick out my outfit, get dressed and go do my hair and makeup and I actually don't have anything to do today apart from meeting with scooter and my manager, with tour having ended only a few weeks ago we're not rushing to do much but I still have some performances ,live appearance offers and of course interviews and mercedes now done with her call, comes into the bathroom and she smiles at me through the mirror, her hand on my hip as she digs into her bag for the rest of her outfit as mercedes is wearing a sweatshirt with black pants and white shoes and I bite my lip at the sight of her and setting my makeup down, I walk over to her ,sliding my hands under her sweatshirt and around her waist

"You look so sexy says Ariana and despite the faint blush that rises on her cheeks, she smirks at me "so do you baby girl says mercedes, I love that nickname and using one hand, I grab the back of her neck and pull her down into a kiss, our height difference is so cute and unexpectedly,her hands move down to squeeze my ass as the kiss deepens "that's not fair as I breathe as I pull away and her eyebrow raises "what isn't says mercedes "you don't want to have sex with me yet your grabbing all on my ass says Ariana and she runs her tounge over her lips "I never said I didn't want to have sex with you, I said it's too soon, I mean I haven't even taken you on a proper date yet says mercedes

I groan and roll my eyes "why do you have to be a gentle woman says Ariana "I promise I won't always be gentle says mercedes as she leans down and kisses my neck, which turns to her sucking my neck and leaving a mark and the action makes me moan and I get irritated at how turned on I become "you suck says Ariana "no, I lick says mercedes as she winks before pulling away and rolling my eyes, I push at her chest and it barely moves her "fuck you mercedes says Ariana and mercedes laughs, running her hands through her hair "do you know how to French braid says mercedes as she asks appearing behind me in the mirror and I nod "can you braid my hair, pretty please says mercedes

When she looks so innocently adorable, I can't say no and that's how I end up sitting on the bed, her on the floor between my legs, me giving her two French braids and the second I'm done she goes into the bathroom and brushes her baby hairs down then puts in two diamond earrings and a dangly one "alright, I'm dressed and I have to go says mercedes coming out ready and I raise an eyebrow "what're you doing today says Ariana "oh, me and Anthony have to meet with scoot about getting my arrangement team together says mercedes "great, I have to meet with scoot too says Ariana and mercedes smiles and holds her hand out "so you ready says mercedes

"One second as I jog to the closet and step into my gym shoes then grab my purse before finally taking her hand and we head downstairs to find both Anthony and Courtney are ready and waiting on the couch "hope you two had fun says Anthony as he turns around and smirks at us and mercedes rolls her eyes "yeah we had a lot of fun sleeping says mercedes and Anthony makes a face like he doesn't believe her and Courtney looks at me like she expects me to say something different and rolling my eyes, i go into the kitchen and I'm not sure how long we'll be gone so I fill all my dogs and piggys food and water bowls and I lay out pee pads and Courtney comes into the kitchen with a knowing smirk "sooo what went down says Courtney

I lean on the counter across from her "nothing, I mean it could've happened, it got heated for sure but she stopped says Ariana "why says Courtney as she frowns and I purse my lips "she doesn't want to rush it says Ariana and being the best friend that she is, she senses that I'm not totally on board with the idea and raises her eyebrow at me "I get why she wants to wait I just as I sigh "I'm falling for her already, I'm like addicted to her and I want her in every way possible, she just doesn't feel the same says Ariana and Courtney comes around the counter and wraps her arms around me "I think she does feel the same way, she just doesn't want to scare you off, I mean have you guys really talked about your feelings like obviously you two like each other but do either of you know hoe much the other if feeling says Courtney

Her words make me think and she's right, so far I've just been thinking about how much I like mercedes but I haven't considered how much mercedes likes me, I know she does "hey says Anthony as he leans into the kitchen "we should get going before we end up late says Anthony and we nod and follow after him, I say a quick bye to my babies before leaving and for the majority of the ride to the label I'm thinking about what Courtney said, what if mercedes isn't as into me as I am into her, what if she doesn't want to have sex because she doesn't actually want me, is she just using me to make herself more famous

I don't like where my thoughts are going especially not concerning mercedes but people have used me before and with her just starting her career, it would make sense that she get publicity by being seen with me and the second we get to the label and inside the building, I grab mercedes hand and pull her into a meeting room, it's not much privacy since the walls are glass but we're alone and her eyebrows raise when I shut the door and turn to her "I don't think our record label is the right place to fool around says mercedes as she jokes but I'm not in a joking mood and my arms cross over my chest "why are you with me, is this all some elaborate plan to get you more fame, I'm Ariana grande and your this new unkown artist so you want to be seen with me to get noticed says Ariana

The playful gaze in her eyes turns hurt then angry "wow says mercedes as she scoffs ,a glare fixed firmly to me "are you fucking serious says mercedes and I don't waver "that's fucked up, I know we haven't known each other long but i thought you knew me enough to know i wouldn't use anyone especially you to get famous says mercedes and her words are harsh but it's only then I realize how horrible that all was and my thoughts are racing and I let my insecurities get the better of me "mercedes says Ariana "why the fuck would I use you for fame, I don't give a fuck about fame Ariana, I only want to be known for my music, I actually like you, I'm so fucking into you, it's scary because I've only known you for like four days says mercedes

I take a step towards her, reaching for her hand "I didn't mean says Ariana "yes you did, you really believed that I was doing all this to get fame from you, since you're so concerned about me being seen with you for fame, how about I make this very clear by never being seen with you or seeing you again, whatever this is or was about to be is over says mercedes and with that she leaves the room ,the wood door slamming behind her and shaking the glass and tears well in my eyes at the realization of her words and her leaving. I just fucked up big time

[00katrinka00]

Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #1

Dear Diary,

Today is Leo's birthday, he is going to become a teen. I'm not sure how I feel about this. While he is a big pain in the butt, I'm sad we won't be going to school together anymore. It is only for a year and I still have Gianna, so I suppose it'll be alright.

- Violet

That morning, Mads got up bright and early to begin making Leo his favorite breakfast, French toast. While she was excited to celebrate yet another birthday with her son, he loved birthdays, it was also bittersweet because another birthday meant Leo was getting older.

"Happy Birthday!" Mads exclaimed when Leo came down the stairs that morning. "You father and I have a small gift for you, the bigger one comes later."

"No way!" Leo exclaimed and proceeded to open his gift.

"Thank you so much," Leo grinned as his mother bent down to give him a hug. "I can toss the football around with Dad, so I can practice for football tryouts."

"Oh, you're so welcome," Mads grinned. "I love you."

"Love you too, Mom."

"So," Mads began to say once the family had sat down for breakfast. "On a scale from one to ten how excited are you for this birthday party?"

"An eleven," Leo told her. "It's going to be epic, and it's with Natasha. We haven't seen them very much since they moved to Copperdale."

After breakfast Mads took the time to put up some birthday decorations, and she got started on the birthday cake. While baking a sense of sadness began to creep up on her. Her little boy wasn't going to be so little anymore, he wasn't going to need her as much anymore.

As the party began, Violet and Leo sat together in the living room.

"Can I have your void critter collection now that you're going to be all grown up and mature?" Violet asked.

"No," Leo said quickly. "You're never too grown up for void critters."

When the Wilkes family arrived, Natasha quickly joined Violet and Leo in the living room.

"We should go swimming once Gianna gets here," Violet said. "It'd be so much fun; we do live on the beach after all."

"Let's do it!" Natasha exclaimed in excitement.

"Here's a very happy birthday splash!" Leo exclaimed splashing water towards Natasha.

"Ah, Leo don't" Natasha complained before bursting into a fit of laughter.

Meanwhile, Violet and Gianna floated peacefully along in the water while Leo and Natasha decided to start a water fight. Before everyone knew it, they were being called inside to blow out the candles and have some cake.

First up is Natasha, she aged up and rolled the proper trait.

Next up is Leo, who rolled the active trait. He looks so much like Ethan it's crazy.

"Well, look at you," Ethan teased. "You've been a teen for about an hour, and you're already attached to your cell phone."

"Oh, c'mon Dad, that's not fair."

"I'm just kidding," Ethan told him. "Your mother thought it would be a good time to give you your other gift."

"A gaming computer!" Leo exclaimed after opening his gift. "Thanks Dad."

"This has been an incredible birthday, thanks so much Dad," Leo told his father.

"You're welcome, your mother and I wanted it to be a special day for you," Ethan explained. "You are our favorite son after all."

"So what'd you think?" Mads asked excitedly. "Did you like your gift?"

"Mom, it was amazing, thank you so much," Leo said.

"My little boy is all grown up now," Mads held her arms out for a hug.

"As much as I love you, I should really be heading to bed," Leo told Mads. "First day of High School tomorrow and everything."

"If you insist."

Upstairs, Violet was already getting herself ready for bed. When she came into the hallway she bumped into Leo. "You're sure I can't have you void critter collection?"

"Absolutely not," Leo told her.

"But you're all grown up now, you don't need them."

"But they're mine."

"Fine," Violet grumbled. "But I do have a birthday present for you."

"Vi, you didn't have-" Leo started to say. "Oh, it's an apple."

"Picked it from the fruit bowl in the kitchen this morning."

"It's the thought that counts," Leo hugged his sister.

Later that evening Mads and Ethan both worked on getting the house cleaned up after the party. They had several perfectly good trash cans, and yet their guests still insisted on leaving all their dishes on the floor.

"I can't believe he's a teen already," Mads exclaimed. "It feels like we just brought him home from the hospital just yesterday."

"I know what you mean," Ethan agreed, smiling. There was a silence for a moment before he said, "Can we have a talk?"

"So, you know I've been working super hard at work, it's difficult to level up my robotics skill and everything," Ethan began. "Well, my boss called me into the office the other day to have a chat."

"You aren't fired, are you?" Mads asked hesitantly.

"No, no, nothing like that," Ethan assured her. "He just mentioned that he'd taken note of how hard I'd been working the last couple of years, and he wanted to offer me a promotion."

"Oh, Ethan that's amazing!" Mads exclaimed before jumping into his arms for a hug.

"There's just one problem," he said. "He wants me to manage the Copperdale branch of the company, so we'd have to move, and I know we have to live in Sulani for your job, and-"

"I want you to accept," Mads told him. "We'll figure it out, I promise. You've done so much for me, for my job, for our family, I think it's time we did something for you."

"You're sure?"

"I'm so sure, this sounds like an amazing opportunity for you. I think you should accept."

[foxstens]

so tsc huh (spoilers don't read)

well that was an experience and my feelings are all over the place, i am a changed person i think. im so thankful this exists?? im so impressed by how similar and yet different it feels. i did not think i'd like it at all let alone this much. i was so engrossed the entire time, how????

and these characters. oh my fucking god they're so easy to get attached to. they're so different but i think they're exactly what jean needs. i just hope we'll get to dive a bit deeper into their... stuff.... but the last few chapters were a hecking ride, i did not expect any of that.

and heck, jean's internal monologue is done so well, oh my god, it feels so real and i have grown to care about him very much. :'(

but the one thing that stood out to me the most, somehow, was kevin. i can't believe how important he is in this book, and how much he says. this starts right before the third book ends but heck. he's grown so much.

i have to admit, i do miss some of the complexity as far as character writing goes but that might happen later on. or maybe it won't bc this just isn't that kind of story, which is also fine. i also very much missed the exy exposition bc i looooove exy but i don't think this is that kind of story, which is f i n e.

i just really hate myself for sometimes wondering if certain things were included bc nora wanted to include them or for fanservice. but who am i to doubt the author's intentions. and like, does it even matter. it's a good ass book anyway. hsdgfsdguisgr

oh my god, i absolutely loved every moment of it but it'll take a while to really sort out my thoughts. i really have to reread tfc now.

[impyssadobsessions]

“So you dip it about three times?” Tim asked watching Danny dipping the wire. “Mmhm. It worked with the ectoplasm I had, but since this is residual ectoplasm it could be stronger or weaker.” Danny hummed, laying his face against the battery, his tongue partially touching it. He didn't want to stick his tongue to it, but Jazz had insisted. He didn't think it made that much of a difference... but apparently, he thought wrong. Not that he was willing to admit it, as he felt his core buzz with energy after only a few minutes.

“Residual ectoplasm is more unpredictable than pure ectoplasm, because it has already assigned a role. Pure ectoplasm can attach itself to any role you choose. Like uh... the stuff in the battery is converted into electricity... but I can convert ectoplasm into ice.” “Don't you dare demonstrate!” Jazz whipping her head around at Danny, her braid whipping along with it. Cass had help her with it. Danny lowered his hand, pouting with tongue still stuck out. “.........I wasn't going to...” He thought about it though. Jazz knew it too, as she gave him the 'look'. Dick gave a laugh, as they finished grabbing what they needed for the scouting. “Little brothers, right?” Jazz nodded, as all the younger ones scoffed. They were waiting on Tim and Danny to fix up some of their devices. “Still think I should go.” “Danny, we're just scouting. Besides, you're better at ghostifying stuff than me.” “Thanks for having Coffin-dence in me and not just saying that because I got one foot in the grave.” Danny grinned as he kept his tongue stuck out on the battery. “Oh god, not another one.” “I think this will be a boo-tiful friendship.” “I would ghost him if I was you.” Jason leaned and whispered loudly to Danny. “Hey!” Danny laughed out loudly, as he laid down the wire, picking up another to dip again. “Seriously, what if the fruitloop set out traps?” “Then I know you'll come and save us. It'll just be a scouting mission, we'll pick up the repellent we left at camp on the way.” “It'll wash off.” “Sounds like your the one without coffin-dence in us.” Danny's face twisted, did it sound that way? They were heros and they saved his butt from that ghost blob.. Still he didn't like not being there. “Usually, I'm the one killing the room.” “Tt.. Can you not replace the wire any faster?” Damian crossed his arms. “Oh, Yeah, because electricity and ectoplasm sounds like a good combination! I like not to get shock thank you.” “Best case scenario you get to be a half-ghost like me.” Danny grinned weakly. “That does not sound like the best.” Tim narrowed his eyes at Danny. So his accident did involve ectoplasm. “Its not, but you get to make all the dead jokes you want.” “Danny.” Jazz gently pulled his face to look at her, “I know you're worried about Plasmius, about us, about Mom and Dad, but it will be ok. Besides, sitting on the side lines for once will do you some good.” “You won't be the only one brooding.” Dick put his hand on the back of the chair, Batman was sitting on. Batman scowled. Danny stared at them a moment then back at Jazz. He frowned which looked more like a pout, “Fine. I'll be here, playing with the dead.” “The usual then?” Jazz squeezed Danny into a hug. Danny scrunched his face up in the hug, trying to squirm out of her grip. “Ok, think we got it. Try them out.” Tim gestured to the devices. Everyone grabbed one, turning them on. “Everyone can hear?” “Looks that way, though the echo is kind of creepy.” “Ectoplasm for you.” Danny chimed, hands covering his ears. “This won't effect us, will it?” “Shouldn't, no more than it does me- ok bad example. No more than it does Jazz.” “I'm also a bad example Danny, you forget our food comes back to life.” “I don't forget, I just try not to think about it.” Danny waving it off, “Also can I eat real food now.” Danny reached out grabby hands towards the basket. Earlier, Jazz had made him hold off, but she had a terrible time hiding her expression from him of how good the food taste. It made him want it even more. The bats gave each other a concern look, then glanced at Jason to see if he felt anything weird off the comms. Jason just gave a shrug as he handed the basket to Danny, he was more concerned about their food. “Okaaaayyy then.. Let's head out. Red Robin, hold the fort.” Nightwing ushering the others off the plane. “Report anything you have found.” “Will do B.” Dick giving a thumbs up. “Be good Danny!” Jazz said quickly as she hoped off the plane. “Ok, MOM.” Danny hollered as he pulled out the packed lunch from the basket. Mouth

drooling. ---owo “They end Northwest of the camp, at the lake's edge.” Jazz pointed in the direction, the stars were fading from the sky, but she could still make it out. Luckily, she'll have people, who were far better at directions than she was, to get back. Dick examined some of the remains of the camp, the others looking around themselves. Trying to get a better idea of what happened. “So you think after you and Danny were flown away, Plasmius lured them towards the lake instead?” Jazz nodded, “Our parents would have come after us first.” “And you're positive of that?” Jazz frowned, looking offended. “Yes. I know my parents. I psychoanalyzed their patterns of behavior, obsessions, and habits for years now. When they know we're in danger, we come first.” Jason rubbed the back of his neck looking off to the side. He picked up on the small emphasis on, when they know. Dick smiled at her, “Psychology major?” “Mmhm. I was just going to go into regular psychology, but after the whole ghosts being real.. I'm planning to go into psychological criminal profiling, to help decipher ghosts. Not that all ghosts are criminals, but if I can get them recognized as sentient beings then Danny won't have to worry about his secret coming out as much.” Jazz stated. They froze at that line. “What do you mean about sentient?” “Oh-! Not-not important yet.” Jazz bit her lip, debating. “Jazz, you can tell us. Batman made a promise, he doesn't take those lightly and neither do we.” “Batman and Red Hood already adopted you.” “I have not-” Jazz blinked confused, “What?” “Just a phrase we use.” Dick motioning for Damian and Jason to shut up. Jazz pursed her lips, glancing at them all. She smiled, “I'll hold you all to it then.” Cass was the only one not taken aback by the intimidating glint in Jazz's eye. She was giving her a thumbs up. “Recently an act was put into effect, called the Anti-Ecto Act... It states any being that needs or creates ectoplasm is considered non-sentient and a dangerous threat. They are to be handed over to the GIW for extermination.” Jazz wasn't looking at them as she spoke, sounding almost robotic. “Danny does both.” “How the hell they get non-sentient from ghosts? Even the animal ones I can tell were fucking sentient. One did a fake out on me.” Jason cursed, he couldn't believe this shit. “Yeah, he does.” Her voice cracked a bit, before she chuckled weakly at Jason being pissed on their behalf. “Also means anything they do, they can't be held accountable for.” Hinting that the law does not apply here. Plasmius killing their parents won't be considered a murder, nor would turning Plasmius in help Danny. The more they hear, the more they realized how deep of the hole the kids found themselves in. “Sooo, you're saying that punishment falls on us?” Jason grinned as he cracked his knuckles. He was already going to give Plasmius a heavy dose of karma, but now that its required... He was going to up the dose. Jazz nodded, with a smile that held a hint of mischievousness to it. “Northwest?” Jason was already making his way. Dick shook his head and gestured everyone to come. “We're not attacking, unless its an emergency.” “How do we know they're not dead by now? Is this villain really a threat if he so incompetent?” Damian asked. Jazz pursed her lips, trying not to let the anxiety creep back up. She just now felt in control again. “Plasmius would have rubbed it into my brother's face by now, if he had. He also has a thing for my mom, so he probably has been trying to convince her to ditch Dad.” “Gross...” “You don't even know the half of it. He has an AI shaped after our Mom.” Jazz stuck her tongue out, in disgust. “You two fight this ghost a lot?” “Danny does. Like I said, he wants Danny to be his apprentice.. his son.” “Just Danny?” “I'm fodder. Just someone to use against him.” “Why is he so obsess with Danny and your mom?” Jazz shrugged, though the look on her face showed she had a different answer than one she gave. “Cause he's an obsessive possessive narcissistic jerk?” “That

would sum it up.”

--owo Batman frowned as his eyes went to Danny. He sighed, wondering how they were able to make it this far. He had been listening in to the comms, making a note to have Oracle research this act once she came back online. “Everything ok?” Danny asked giving Batman a raised brow. He was currently helping Red Robin adjust their weapons to where they could hit ghosts. Battery still sitting between his legs, as he stuffed his cheeks full. Tim having heard everything and just gave Batman a half smile. It took a lot not to react, while Danny was sitting in front of them. “Fine.” Batman stated. Danny furrowed his brows, obviously not buying it, then shrugged it off. He didn't have an ear piece, but he was starting to regain more of his senses back. Which meant, he heard some of the conversation, but he kept it to himself. He glanced over at the broken gun they dissected, Danny explained that it was working until he purposely broke the tank. They were using it as a guide to try and update their weaponry. Danny's plan for Nightwing's baton was simple, since it produced electricity, just using what they did for the ear piece, but on a larger scale. Tasers could be done the same. Updating anything else, was more tricky. They were focusing on weaponry, in case they would have to fight Plasimus before they found the GAV. Danny was taken aback by all the planning. He never really made plans, nor did he ever had time too. He usually had to wing it. It felt kind of nice. Tim had been trying to grasp this new concept in stride, but it was quite baffling. He couldn't believe all the uses ectoplasm had, it literally could be anything. Or do anything. It was something he wanted to keep experimenting with. Though the prospect of the ectoplasm being highly volatile and unpredictable, did put him off to any crazy experimentation. He didn't have a death wish, nor did he want to end up a ghost. “How did your parents even stumble onto this?” Danny shrugged as he tried to make his hand charge a beam, tongue back on the battery. “I don't know. College? Honestly I kind of tune them out once topic of ghosts come up on the table. Never thought it be relevant until load and behold ghosts are real and you are one. Haha. Now I tune them out because all they talk about is dissecting ghosts.” Batman grunted. Tim furrowed his brows, but decided not to comment on the dissecting. “They went to college for this?” “Huh? Oh yeah. Paranormal Science.. or something. They got degrees and everything. Not sure how they got funded for their experiments, but if Vlad's as manipulative then as he is now. I can only imagine. That or mom, Mom's really good at persuading.” “Vlad Masters, one you spoke about earlier?” Batman tried to confirm. Oh shoot. He probably shouldn't talk so freely about Vlad-wait. Why should he care? Serves him right.. though he could out him to his parents. They were staring at him, crap. Danny cleared his throat, “Yep.” Tim frowned, that guy gave them all the creeps the few galas they had met the man at. Danny clearly knows something strange about the guy. Was he being blackmailed or worse by him? Batman, however, was already suspecting Vlad had a bigger hand in this whole situation. Especially, after Danny revealed being half-ghost, but he was trying not to overload the teen again. “I wonder if I cover these in ice, it'll have a better chance of hitting Plasmius.” Danny changed the subject as he looked over the bat-a-rang. Tucker was going to be so jealous when he got back home. “Didn't your sister tell you not to?” “She said not to demonstrate.” Danny grinned, as he covered a few of the bat-a-rang in his ice. “And I'm not. I'm helping.” Though now he felt a bit whoozy, hoping they wouldn't notice. “Its ghost ice, won't melt until I want it to.. or ghost fire.” Tim examined the ice, Danny had thinly layered the bat-a-rangs in ice. “You're not sure if it'll work?” “Never tried it, never had to. I usually just blast ecto-beams from my fist.” Gesturing to the gun, implying it was similar. “That and Plasmius can create

flames.” Tim nodded, it was better than what they could come up with in short time. If he had all night, he would have tried to make replicas of the gun.. but for now this will have to do. “Soooo Robin uses swords?” Danny glancing over at the sword, they had asked Robin to leave behind. Damian seemed upset about it, and threatened to slice Tim's throat if there was a scratch on it. “Actually, I wanted to ask you about it.” Tim nodded, as he wanted to know more about why the sword reacted different to the ghosts. “When Robin used it to fight, the ghost doubled in size.” Danny's eyes bugged out in surprised, then stared harder at the sheathed sword. “What? Really? Can I … look at it?” Batman reached over and handed Danny the sword. Danny felt a bit giddy at touching a sword. He had before but he never had time to look at one. He took it carefully and slowly took it out of the sheath to look at it. He felt a weird flutter in his chest. At first he mistaken it for being excited, but as he hovered his hand over the sword, he could feel it directly coming from it. Like the heat from a flame. That was odd. He lightly touched the side of the blade. His stomach flipped as he jerked his hand back. Staring at it, confused. “...........what's... in this sword?” “Kryptonite.” “What? Isn't that Superman's...” Danny looked between Red Robin and Batman. Batman was giving Tim a look, who just gave him a weak grin back. Danny glanced back at the sword, now low key worried. Batman knew how to hurt ghosts now, would he- Well at least he won't have to worry about Dan becoming a thing. He shook it off, trying not to focus on it. It was too late to let his own paranoia swallow him. Jazz trusted them. It was fine. Everything was as it should.. right? He focused on the sword again, as he hovered hand back over the blade. He closed his eyes trying to understand how it felt with his core. “It strengthens ectoplasm, like a boost in signal. I think it does the same for the sword..” Danny tried to explain, rubbing his chin in thought. He glanced at the residue ectoplasm, and moved to hover the sword over it. Tim and Danny watched as the ectoplasm began to circulate almost like a lava lamp, slowly but noticeably growing in size. Danny moved the sword, then picked at the ectoplasm. He could feel it buzz-until it sucked up into his skin. Danny let out an eep, and looked physically disturbed. Goose bumps prickling his skin, as a shiver sent down his spine. “..........I did not want to absorb that... ugh..” That was something not to think about after today. Nope. Danny had a lot of moments like that. Red Robin gave him a sympathetic smile. “The sword glowed a bit too.” Tim pointed to the blade that was already dimming. Danny wondered. “....How mad would Robin be if I iced his sword?” “We would all die.” “Already halfway there so nothing to lose!” Danny already blowing a thin layer of ice onto the blade. Batman pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. Tim made a face, knowing he would have to face the wraith of the demon too. Danny coughed a bit, once he was done. He checked his core to see if it was in pain, surprisingly it wasn't. It didn't feel normal, but it felt normal for being zapped. He then grazed his hand to melt it over, to make it smooth and blend in with the blade. He wasn't trying to ruin it. Danny let out a gasp as his breath fogged. Tim and Bruce looked at him, as they saw him peek out the window. “Looks like we get a chance to test our handy work.” --- Deleted Scenes

[haechanokeh]

I'm Right For Your [pt. 6]

(you can play Die For You by The Weeknd while reading this 😌)

pairing: popular college! mark x average! reader

genre: romance, smut, angst, series.

warning: corruption, oral sex (both receiving and giving), cream pie, rough sex, anal sex, mention of religion, rough sex, self-esteem, psychology, public sex, sub! reader, sex toys. possessive mark two-faced mark

I think I’m right for you, babe. You know what I’m thinking, see it in your eyes. You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry. It ain’t workin’ ‘cause you’re perfect and I know that you’re worth it I can’t walk away. (Die for you by The Weeknd)

the next morning you made it at the right time in your first class. it's a usual morning, everyone was talking except for two things.

mark did not greet you and he's not sitting beside you nor his bads or anything from him. bit you felt relieved because for just at least one day, you want a mark-free day. he's giving you so much stress lately.

there's a quiz for your first subject and you studied it with mark on saturday. okay, you're just an average student so of course it's very hard for you but you were very thankful that you studied with mark because you're very confident answering some questions. you felt guilty for being mean yesterday but… you couldn't help it. you were afraid and it's as if it was your defense mechanism to became rude to him yesterday. yes, you're afraid of wanting something that you think you don't deserve.

after the quiz, your professor continue on its lecture and finished the whole slide.

"okay, for your homework. of course, it's always by pair. i'll give you 3 minutes to look for your pair and tell me who you are going to pair with because you will choose a number that has your case question. don't worry, it's not hard, it'll just test your good decision making and morality. so, you may start looking for your partners " he announced. you cursed inside your head because it's another homework or activity that is by pair. you hate pairings or groupings, you prefer doing things alone.

they all started to talk to each other, going to one person to another asking if they wanted to be their partner or if they already have a partner on the other hand, you remained sitting on your seat. you said to yourself that you're going to be partner with someone who's the same with you, unwanted. but half of you was waiting for mark to approach you but it seemed like he already got his partner, mina. you were stealing glances at them so yeah, now you'll have to wait for whoever doesn't have a partner.

you're sighed and tucked your hands on each side of your blouse' pocket, resisting to pout. but someone sat beside you, your heart almost jump and excitedly looked beside you. but to your disappointment it's lucas.

"you look disappointed," he chuckled. "do you have a partner?" you shook your head as an answer. "do you want to be my partner, i mean i'm not as smart as mark but i-"

"what?" why did he bring out mark's name? "no, really i'm fine whoever i'm going to be partnered with. i just want this to be over."

"yeah, of course." lucas laughed. well everyone knows you're the type of person who prefer to be alone. "you should smile more often, i thinks he likes girls who always laugh and giggle."

"who?" your forehead knotted in cluelessness. he gave you playful smile and scooted closer to you.

"i know you like mark." he whispered into your ears. your eyes circled in shock.

"no, i don't. what are you talking about?" you lowered your voice. but lucas wasn't convinced.

meanwhile, mark who's controlling his facial expression as he secretly watching the both of you, now broke. his face became serious when he saw lucas' shoulder touched yours and when his lips were near your ears and whispered something. he's glaring at him. mina saw it all, he always watches mark.

she knew that there's something between the two of you, and she felt scared. mina likes mark, everyone knows that already and when they heard that you like him, she feared that she would lose her chance. but mark's face says it all. mina is not dumb, she notices how mark's been all over you and now he witness another side of mark, a jealous mark.

"mark?" mina called his name. mark blinked and shifted his attention to mina.

"what?" he politely asked.

"do you want to change your partner, i mean... you obviously want another." mina slowly glance at you and mark followed you. mark swallowed nervously.

"ha, i am that obvious?" he asked nervously. mina smiled.

"yup." she replied. mark stared at you for a couple of seconds but you're comfortable with lucas, he guessed that you have a partner now.

"let's just be partners." mark smiled at mina. her heart skips a beat but with pain.

it's been three days of no mark but his presence is still there. you missed mark's touch, you missed the frustrations and highs.

that's why while your mom's aways, you're making the most out of it.

you put your vibrator into max.

"mark!" you screamed his name, your eyes rolled pussy and legs pulsating. you were screaming his name with shame but pleasure.

you sat up and stared at your room blankly while catching your breath. you remove the bullet from you. you get out on your bed and go to your bathroom to clean the vibrator. you put it back in its bag and hid it in your closet. you crawled on your bed and lay there hugging tightly a pillow.

"i miss him." you became honest to yourself. you don't know if you miss him or just his touch but attachment you feared is finally happening.

you should've stopped him or yourself from touching you... or you should've totally give in?

the next morning, you groan in pain. as if your head was being drilled. nobody noticed it because you're good at hiding your expression and emotion. unlike your classmates, mark see all through you. your switching brows, discomfort face, quick massage on your forehead, and your quick nap when you have a chance.

"hey." lucas nudged you. you lifted your head and your are squinting adjusting your vision.

"hmm?"

"some of our classmates will go to mark's house to answer legal ethics case. i was thinking if maybe we-"

"no." and you shove you head back down.

"why? you can meet your in-laws already." he grinned. you sat up and pinched his hard arms. "ah! okay okay i will not tease you. but i mean, we're having a hard time in what laws will be used against the defensor." he has a point.

your professor don't worry, it's easy is a lie.

you sighed. "fine."

"yes!" lucas fist pumps and jumps out of his seat just to tell he's going.

mark was watching all along. he saw you shove your head back again. he wanted to detach his ass from the sit but what if you ignored him again? mark giving you time to think, and of course he also wanted to think. but those days without you is absolutely a frustration, he never thought he wanted someone this much. he also thinks, and hopefully he's right, that your reaction the last time you talk was because of jealousy. but what he hated the most is your fear of loving him just because the two of you don't fit in. so does she think someone suits her better than him?

no, i'm right for you and there's no one else but me. it's an obsessive statement but mark is already aware of that. you turned him like this.

now you understand why they always wanted to be in his house. it's huge, and you know this house too. you never thought the nearby huge house is mark's house.his house is very popular, well not his house itself but his mom and dad who's a pastor because they are so kind and loved by the neighborhood.

mark's mom is already outside the door greeting each on of us. mark and mina is infront of you.

"lucas! i missed you dear." she hugged lucas. her eyes landed on me. "oh my, a new face." she smiled at you. you smiled back (don't forget the work awkwardly.)

"nice to meet you, i'm y/n." you politely said.

mark's mom gazes at you and lucas as if she's teasing both of you.

"you're girlfriend?" her brows were bouncing up and down. you and lucas just awkwardly smiled at her but before you deny it to her, mark’s nerves snapped.

mark turned his back and walk towards you, he literally squeezed himself between you and lucas. he put his arm across your shoulder and the other arms are on lucas. your breath hitched. you missed him this much.

"mom, we're getting inside." mark covered his irritation with a lovely smile.

"okay fine fine. make sure that you won't do anything dumb okay?" she said to his son and reach him for a kiss.

"nice meeting you again sweetie." she looked at her son again. "i already cooked some food. be back at 1 in the morning. don't wait for me and your dad." she patted mark's chest and left.

mark removed his arms from you and look at lucas.

"c'mon." he said and entered the house. he did not give you a single glance.

i knew it, he's mad at me.

you literally wearing your flat face. you are bot hiding it as you sat on the end of the couch with lucas beside you.

"how is this a group study? I thought we're going to answer the homework?" you told lucas with a low voice and teeth gritting in disbelief.

"mark already reading it, let's just wait for his notes." he said eyes never leave the huge tv.

you squeezed the bridge of your nose and stood up. you want to go home but before that you have to take your paper from mark, so you walked in the dining area. he's there reading about 5 papers in total.

why is he tolerating their laziness? you said annoyingly while watching him from behind. you sighed and gather all your courage to walk towards him. you were beside him and he felt your presence so he looked up. he noticed your eyes looking for something.

"care to tell me what are you looking for?" his brow lifted.

"our paper. i want to go home, i wasn't supposed to be in here. i thought we will answer it." you finally saw your paper and grabbed it. you look down on him straight in the eyes.

"you shouldn't allowing them to make you answer their homeworks mark. you're not helping nor being kind." what you're doing right now is obviously called scolding, and you know what? you made mark smile,he felt that you cared for him..

"it's okay, it's my advantage too. i got to read a lot of cases, i'll just treat it as if i'm studying theirs." he looked back at the paper he was reading. you rolled your eyes

"geek." you murmured and he clearly heard you.

"have you taken a paracetamol at least?” he said out of the blue.

“excuse me?” you were kind of lost. he looked at you.

“your head ache.” he said. your jaw dropped in amusement.

“how did you know?” he just smiled at you and shrugged as his answer. “i already did but i think i need to rest.”

both of you weren’t aware that you were having a casual conversation.

“you can use that room.” mark pointed at the 3rd room from the corner next to the kitchen.

“oh no, thanks. i’ll just head back home.” you politely declined but mark was not having it.

“you will rest there or else i am going fuck you in this table.” he threatened you. of course he wouldn’t do that, mark never will share you.

“you wouldn’t” you chuckled knowing that he was just joking.

“try me.” he challenged you but his tone of voice seemed like you wouldn’t dare. you swallowed nervously.

“they’ll look for me.” you whispered.

“no they wouldn’t. you’ll have to take your bag, i’ll just tell them you already left. once the tv is open they don’t care about anything.” he convinced you. his tapping his index finger on the table growing impatient. “rest because you need energy later.”

“for what?” you furrowed your brows.

“for me.” he gave you an eye smile… a scary one. it was fake but looked so genuine… but twisted.

you finally woke up. you looked at the digital clock table near you. it's 8 in the evening. you sat up but good lord you screamed when you saw a figure sitting at the end of your bed. it was mark.

"mark!" you touched your chest and tried to make your heart calm.

"eat your dinner and your medicine." he said in a monotone voice.

"are you mad at me?" you ask him the dumbest question, EVER. you obviously at fault, you just threw him outside your house without any explanation.

"no. " he replied and stood up. "let's eat." he's so cold, he left the room.

your chest became heavy. you followed him, eyes sticking at his icy figure. you felt suffocated and you just saw yourself chasing his back and embracing it. mark's body tensed as he felt your tiny figure behind him and short arms around his waist.

"i don't like it when you're mad. don't be mad at me." you were shoving your face against his back. his sweet but masculine cologne lingers into your nose and it made a calming effect. "i'm sorry if i was being mean." you shove your face more because of embarrassment.

"fuck…" mark cursed under his breath. you were so irresistible. he turned his body, facing you still arms around him. he witness your red as beet face. he cupped your cheeks and stared at your eyes.

"was it jealousy?" he asked referring to what happened that day. you shyly nodded your head. "i have something to tell you."

you blinked waiting for him to say whatever he wanted to tell you.

"i love you." mark missed saying those 3 meaningful words.

he then captured your lips. you shared an aggressive and eager kiss, your teeths are almost clashing with each other because of how aggressive mark is. suffocation was there but you love it. there was drooling, but you love it. they are moaning, and you fucking love it. mark squeezing your breast, fondling it, massaging it. until your shirt and bra were sitting on top of your round firm breasts. he then lifted you and made you sit on the dining table. thank god the table is long and that the food was far from you.

his gave you kisses down to your breast. he was nipping and your breasts. all you could do was moan. your hands playing the tips of his hair.

“i missed you so much.” he sincerely said while hungrily eating your breast.

“you were ignoring me.” you were supposed to sound lonely and sad but you moaned your words. it's impossible not to because gawd his wet and cold mouth feels good.

“i gave you some space but i don’t like it when someone occupies that space other than me.” he murmured. he went back to your face, giving your feathery kisses.

mark felt threatened when everyone keep on saying that lucas and you seemed close and actually look good together. they say that you need someone like lucas, bubbly and noisy. every time he hears that his blood boils. the fuck they know. he say.

you are quiet yes, but you have a lot of side. you are funny, you're savage, cute, and funny- and noisy especially when... you know. you are hardworking too, even though you sometimes procrastinate you make sure you study and understand the lesson. the down side is you just have low self-esteem and not honest to your feelings. but you are not just the quiet and the loner

“head still hurts?” he stared at your face.

“kinda.” you answered honestly.

“should we try if orgasm really make-” before he even finish his sentence you lift your back. you were expecting him to move back his body but he stayed still. you stopped before your lips touch.

"i'm hungry." you said. mark's eyes fell on your lips.

"do you want to do it here or to my room?" he asked. your nose scrunched.

"no, i mean i'm literally hungry for food." you said almost laughing at how disappointed he looked.

"food can wait." mark mumbled like a little kid throwing tantrums.

"you don't let the grace wait… right? i thought christians are thought to be like that." you were being cheeky. he widely smiled at you.

yeah, they don't know anything about you. you are more than the quiet and loner girl. i will never let anyone know this side of you, no one will appreciate you like i do. no one fits with you like i do. no matter how many times you deny it, i'm right for you.

"hmm? is there something on my face?" he was staring at you for quite long now so you felt conscious on how you look.

"let's eat? i thought you want me to take my paracetamol." you pouted.

"how about we go to nonpharmacological management?" you cringed when you hear his technical words.

"what? water?" you snorted.

"no, orgasm." he smirked and pushed your chest down, you felt the cold glass on your back. you cursed under your breath because of his sexiness.

mark rolled up your skirt and pulled down your panty. he did not waste any seconds, he dive into your wetness. he flatly licked your slick. you purred in excitement. mark pressed his thumb on your clit which added to your pleasure. mark sucking your folds, and every juices inside you while rubbing your clit.

"mark…" you moaned signalling that you are going to release. mark switched his thumb to his mouth and tongue, eating and rubbing your clit. he inserted two fingers inside you, and your back arched in intense pleasure.

"mark, please don't stop." he curled his finger and swear your eyes crossed when he hit your spot. "right there, right there, right there!" you cried loudly.

he never missed hitting your spot, and he was literally becoming aggressive in your clit. softly biting it, eating it, spitting on it.

"ohhhh…" you couldn't think properly nor talk properly. you legs involuntarily squeezed mark's head. his free hand pushed your one leg flat on the table to spread your legs. you couldn't handle the extreme pleasure building up on you.

"no… fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" you sat up, pushing mark's head away from you. your head threw back and eyes rolled back, you almost saw your brains. hands unconsciously rubbing yourself as you release… so much?

you squirted on mark's pants. your back fell on the table, it hurts but you're too high to complain. you were catching your breath and you were light headed. you're aware of what happened but you don't have energy to get embarrassed.

while your lashes are still fluttering and your chest aggressively going up and down. mark was really satisfied. he wiped his face using the end of his shirt. he leaned forward, arm resting on the side of your face.

"no headache?" he was teasing you. you laugh through your highs.

"yeah."

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[hoseokslefteyebrow]

An Act Of Kindness || M.YG

Pairing : Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre : soft yandere?

Summary : When your summer camp groupmates decide to go 'off rhe road', everything goes wrong.

Wordcount: 2.6k lol

[ A/N: Suggested for my Baby Project series, but it was a little too dark so here's a one shot instead. I'm not exactly great at 'yandere' genre yet so like,, I tried lol.Enjoy!]

" I don't know about this guys." You tell your annoying group mates as you're walking of the path and into the depths of the forest.

One of your groupmates, Heeyoung huffs as she looks over her shoulder at you.

" Psh, don't be such a whimp. We're just going off the road to make a shortcut." She tells you.

Jungkook grins at you from a few steps up front.

" Relax, it'll be fine. Besides, we've got the map, nothing will go wrong." He smiles, waving said paper map with his hand.

You still hesitate.

" I really don't know guys, they did forecast that it'll rain today too. Besides, how do we even know where we are from the map? If we walk off the path, we won't be able to track our own location." You point out.

You really aren't in the mood to die just because of these people. You've seen enough horror movies.

" Relax, it'll be fine." Jimin nudged you from beside.

You look at Jimin's face, the male has always quite charmed you in a way, and unlike the other two, he wasn't quite as annoying either.

" Jungkook's right. What could go wrong?" He smiles at you.

-

Quite frankly, almost everything went wrong.

It's now around 4 hours later, and the four of you are hopelessly lost in the depths of the forest.

It's raining now too, buckets of water falling from the grey skies, not exactly pleasant.

" Wait, can you show me the map one more time?" Heeyoung asks Jungkook as an excuse to huddle close to him.

He looks at her weirdly as she presses herself up against his arm, but doesn't comment on it. Figuring she probably just feels cold.

All of you are dressed in shorts and a t-shirt after all, except for you, as you're also wearing a long sleeved up zip up hoodie. You were lowkey prepared for this, but considering it's been raining for at least 30 minutes now, your small preparation had no effect anymore, and so you too have chattering teeth.

You watch in disappointment when Jungkook unfolds the soaked map, only to have it literally slip through his fingers, the flimsy pieces of paper falling hopelessly on the ground.

Heeyoung watches the thing fall before hitting Jungkook, now suddenly mad.

" You know what? This is all your fault! If you hadn't soaked the map!-"

" My fault?! You wanted to walk off the damn path!" Jungkook argued right back at her.

You pinched your brows. Great, so you were stuck with two idiots now too.

" Okay, uhm, let's just not blame anyone. It can't change how we're situated now, let's just find shelter and check our phones." Jimin suggests.

You nod numbly, teeth chattering as all of you go to seek for coverage.

Jungkook and Heeyoung are suddenly not attached to the hip anymore as you do so, it appeared the girl wasn't interested in him anymore.

" Hey, uhm, I'm sorry for not listening to you. I should've agreed." Jimin says as he now walks beside you.

You smile at him gratefully.

" Thanks, I appreciate that actually." 

He nods.

" So, uhm, do you mind if I hold your hand? I know we're not close and all, but you seem cold, and I can't exactly offer you my jacket, not to mention that I'm quite cold too." He suggests, not looking at you as he says so.

You smile at his antics, finding his behavior cute.

" Sure." You reply shortly as you move to grab a hold on Jimin's hand.

His fingers interlock with yours easily. Both of your skins feel cold, even against each other, but it admittedly felt nice to not feel alone in a situation like this.

It isn't until another twenty minutes later that Jungkook has found something.

" Guys! Look at that! That seems like shelter." Jungkook says, pointing to, what seems to be, part of a roof.

Jimin and you exchange glances. 

For some reason, it felt like he was asking something, and so you shrug as a response.

He nods before turning back to the other two.

" Okay, let's go there." 

-

" Nope, mine is dead too." Jimin sighs, pocketing his phone before running the same hand through his hair.

He hasn't let go of your hand since thirty minutes ago, except for when you took out your phone, and for some reason, the small action made you feel a little funnier about Jimin.

The four of you are stood in front of, what seems to be, an abandoned, mansion. Most blinds are closed, but the blinds that are open show dark rooms, and are mostly on the second floor.

" We could, try to knock?" Heeyoung suggests.

You blink, looking up at the bit of the building you can see. For some reason, it gives you a cold vibe.

" I don't thinks anyone even lives here-"

You've barely finished your sentence when Heeyoung is already knocking.

You sigh, not all too surprised by her in all honesty.

However, surprise and fear greet you as the door suddenly jiggles.

Jungkook's eyes widen, and Jimin tugs you closer to him as the sound sounds.

All of you are even more surprised when the door opens, being greeted by a rather old looking male, who blinks at all of you.

" Excuse me, but can I help you?" The man asks politely.

He seems to be around his fourties at least, and all of you let out a breath.

" Hello! Sorry for suddenly knocking. It's just that it's raining-"

As she speaks, it also starts to thunder.

What a great moment.

" - And thundering, so we wondered if we could stay here for a while until the weather dies down a bit." She asks them, a friendly smile on her face.

The male clears his throat.

" Well then, please come in and wait here in the hallway. I will ask master Min for permission." He tells her before opening the door wider.

She smiles, turning to all of you, and motioning with her head to follow her in.

You all do so. The hallway is large, stereo typical for a mansion, with multiple doors, and a clean marble floor, along with a grand staircase to the second floor.

You subconsciously tighten your grip on Jimin's hand.

He turns to you with a worried expression.

" You okay? We can go if you think it's a bad idea." He tells you.

You're barely turning to look at him before he clarifies.

" I trust your judgement."

" Oh. I see. Well, I really don't know. It feels here kind of off? But I feel like it's going to storm soon, so maybe we should just ask for a phone connection and wait here." You suggest.

He hums.

" Sounds like a plan to me."

A few moments later the man returns, a kind smile on his face.

" The master will be with us shortly, he'd like to know who'd be seeking shelter in his house before he will grant it." The man smiles.

As you study his stance, you realize that this man is most probably a staff.

" Oh, where are my manners? My name is Charles, I'm the butler of this mansion." He smiles.

Jungkook nods, about to introduce himself, when the sound of clacking shoes sounds.

All of you turn to the grand staircase, where a single male is walking down from. Your eyes widen in surprise. The male who's walking down said stairs is stunning. He's got a pale skin, black hair, and is wearing a dark blue suit with a white button up underneath.

Who relaxes in that kind of outfit? Not that you'll complain or anything, he was admittedly good looking. He walks down unbothered, seemingly not bothered by your looks.

" Say whatever you want, but he is very handsome." Heeyoung whispers to you.

You nod silently in response, and Jimin clears his throat.

You turn to blink at him.

" Something wrong?" you ask him.

" No not-"

" My name is Min Yoongi. I live here. Who are you?" 

It appeared the male, now known as Min Yoongi, had already come to a stop in front of you.

" Right, sorry! My name is Heeyoung, these are Jungkook, Jimin and Y/N." Heeyoung smiles at him.

He doesn't smile back, simply letting his eyes go over all of your forms for a moment. You shivered as his eyes went over your form.

" Fine, you may stay for now. Has any of you had dinner yet?" He asks, voice deep, and eyes holding a bored expression.

" Dinner? We've only had breakfast!-"

" Uhm, thank you! But, that's not necessary. If we could maybe make a call though, that'd be great." You hurriedly stop Jungkook.

Yoongi raises a brow at you in surprise, as both Heeyoung and Jungkook come at you.

" Okay, y'know what?! This is enough. He's literally being nice to us by offering us a meal, and you're just going to turn him down? What is wrong with you?!" Heeyoung yells at you.

" C'mon Y/N. Just one meal? We're all hungry." Jungkook tries, a little more softly.

Yoongi watches you and your friends sharply, not exactly amused by the rudeness of your group mate.

You squeeze Jimin's hand softly as you step back, not entirely sure on what to do.

" Alright, uhm, let's not get mad at her. And staying for one meal should be alright. Right?" He tries too.

You sigh, but nod anyway.

The meal was filled with chatter of your groupmates and charles, Yoongi was mostly silent, and so were you. Heeyoung tried her best to get Yoongi's attention, often complementing him for the meal and his hospitality, he didn't really do much in return, simply nodding until he at some point friendly told her to sod off.

Soon after you tried ringing the camp, but to your disappointment, the lines were dead, and the storm had only worsened.

" It's dead. Any idea if we can fix it?" You asked Yoongi as you put the phone away.

He shook his head, bangs moving.

" I'm afraid not. I can offer all of you a bed for tonight only." He suggests, messing his hair up.

You bite your lip in thought, looking out of the window beside you.

The storm certainly wasn't going to get better anytime soon.

You sighed, before nodding. Going out there now was a death wish.

" That'd be nice. Thank you, and I'm sorry for us suddenly turning up on your doorstep." You tell him.

He shakes his head.

" Don't worry about it."

About an hour later you're seated on your bed. You, Jimin, Heeyoung and Jungkook all had your own rooms. The other three in the bedrooms across the hallway from you while you're situated beside Min Yoongi's very own bedroom.

After about twenty minutes, there's a knock sounding at your door.

" Come in." You call out.

The door opens, and you're surprised to find Yoongi standing there.

" Oh, hi. Is everything alright?" You ask him.

He hums.

" Yeah, just wanted to talk to you, if you don't mind. " He tells you with a small smile.

You nod, sitting down at the bed as he sits down opposite you at the desk.

Conversation went surprisingly smooth, after a few minutes into talking, it went as if you two knew each other for years.

" Y'know, you seem to be a pretty perfect person." He tells you as your laughter died down.

You snorted.

" Pft, nah. My grades really prove otherwise." You tell him.

You're flattered a man of his 'rank' thinks like that about you, but you really don't agree.

He grins.

" Grades are just a social structure." He shrugs.

You smile at him.

" Thanks, but really though. No one is perfect. Especially not me." You tell him honestly.

You don't hate yourself, but that doesn't mean you view yourself as perfect either.

He shakes his head.

" I think your head's messing with you due to the time. I'll see you tomorrow. You guys can still stay for breakfast right?" He asks.

You think about it for a moment.

You're already here anyway. How bad could staying over for breakfast be?

-

The first thing you notice when you wake up is that it's already light out.

The second thing you notice is that it's eerily quiet.

You bolt out of bed, changing in the bathroom and folding the borrowed clothes on the sink. There's a packaged toothbrush by the sink too, and so you brush your teeth before going downstairs.

"Y/N?" You suddenly hear Yoongi's voice from somewhere beside you.

You turn around in surprise, barely tripping over your feet in your hurry.

Yoongi reacts quickly, catching you by your shoulders and holding you upright.

you both blink at each other before he gently lets go of you.

" Sorry, uhm- What are you doing here?" He asks you.

You furrow your brows at him.

" What do you mean? Where's the rest?" You ask him confused.

" They left already, I thought you went with them." He blinks.

Did they really leave you?

-

Meanwhile Jimin is looking around him in confusion.

Where was he?

He looks around, checking his surroundings.

He, Jungkook and Heeyoung seemed to be sleeping in a clearing in the forest. It takes him a moment before he remembers what happened. It takes him another moment before he realizes you're missing.

Jungkook wakes up soon after.

" Hey, where's Y/N?" Jimin asks him.

Jungkook blinked, before rolling on his side.

"Idunno, probably still asleep." He mumbles sleepily.

Jimin rolls his eyes before throwing sand at the younger, who's quick to get up.

"What the hell?-"

"What are you lads doing here?" Another voice suddenly joins the conversation.

Both males look up, only to see a man, seemingly a little over his 25's standing there.

" Uhm, hi. We're kind of lost." Jungkook explains, waking up Heeyoung before getting up and dusting off his pants.

The man blinks before nodding.

" I can see that yeah." He responds dumbly.

" We also lost a group mate. Seen a mansion around?" Jimin asks him.

At the words of a mansion, the male pales.

" You don't mean to say you're lost travelers?- I- I thought that curse was gone." The man spoke warily.

Heeyoung, who now got up, switched wary glances with Jungkook.

" Curse?" She asked.

" Yeah, there's a curse of a mansion. Apparently the Min family lived there somewhere back in the 1800's or something, but a burglar got in and killed most of the family, apart from their twenty-something year old son. A few years ago we found bodies here, on the very place you're standing right now, they were barely alive but managed to warn us. They were the last people who came from that mansion, until you that is." He explains with wide eyes.

No one knew how to react to that.

Did this mean you're dead?

" You see whenever it storms, people turn up dead. Except for the people before you. You're the only ones to have made it out alive and well. You're the first survivors- But your friend..." He trails off.

Jimin's hand balls into a fist, as Jungkook's doe eyes widen and Heeyoung held her hand over her mouth in shock.

Did they really kill you by not listening to you?

[crashdevlin]

Swan Song

Author’s Note: This is part Twenty-six of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Y/n is living life without marks and without alpha influence...but the End is nigh...sacrifices must be made.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, mentions of Alpha!Dean x Omega!Lisa

Word count: 3583

Story Warnings:  angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, mentions of physical violence against the reader, canon major character deaths and resurrections

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So, where are we this week, girl? Hawaii, Puerto Rico?" Bobby asked and you smiled, looking around the dirty Canadian dive bar.

"Santo Domingo. Gotta love the Dominican," you lied.

"Where you really?"

You took a drink of your beer and picked at the peeling vinyl of the table top. "Saskatoon. Cursed church bell, drives people to suicide when they hear it."

"Need help?"

"Nah. I've got this. Just need to convince the vicar to let me melt down a bell that's been part of their church since the 1800s. No big deal." You sighed and scratched at your turtleneck. "How are they?"

"Thought you didn't wanna know about them, Y/n."

"Didn't want to be attached to them. Not the same thing."

Bobby sighed. "They took a trip through Heaven a few days ago...got a message from the big man Himself."

"God? They talked to God?" you asked, eyes wide.

"Talked to someone talks to God...and God said they're on their own."

"Sounds like God...handle it yourself but worship me for 'guiding' you." You rolled your eyes. "Sam isn't taking that well, is he?"

"Dean's taking it worse."

"What? Dean doesn't care about God."

"Think it's more that God was the last hope and He ain't playin'. What are we even supposed to do now, right?"

"Right." A hopeless Dean Winchester was a problem. No telling what he might do. “I’m sure everything will work out. If God isn’t worried, then I guess we shouldn’t worry.”

"Well, I hope you're right, Y/n." You nodded. You were hoping the same. "I'll call next time we got something new."

"Okay. Good luck, Bobby."

"You too."

You slid your phone into your pocket and took a drink of your beer. Things would be fine...or they wouldn't. Only time could tell.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You didn't answer when the call came in from Dean's number. You didn't answer five minutes later when the call came in from Dean's other number. You pulled off into a gas station when your phone dinged with a voicemail message.

"Shoulda known you wouldn't answer...but I really wanted to hear your voice, Y/n. Guess your outgoing message will have to do." He cleared his throat. "I've been thinking about you since you left. Nothing is ever right when you're gone. I think you need to know that. I know why you left. I know I was never really good at being with you. I didn't give you a reason to stay. I should have. But you...you had to leave. You had to make that hard decision and I love you for that. Nobody wanted you to make that decision, to free us, but it was the right choice and I love that you made it. I love you for calling me out on my bullshit. You always did that for me." He sniffled and you could imagine him wiping at his eyes. "And you always kept tryin', even though I pushed you away all the time. You should have given up on me a long time ago and you didn't. I love you, Y/n. I should have said it a long time ago...but more I should have showed you. I should have showed you."

You wiped at your eyes and bit your bottom lip. "I really hope you got to see the world, but if you're on the home continent…stay away from the Midwest. I don't know how big the fight's gonna get."

"Oh, God. Dean, what are you doing?" you whispered as you clicked out of your voicemail to call him back. He didn't answer. "Damn it, Winchester!" You called his other cell, but still didn't get an answer. So you called John's cell. "Where’s Dean?"

John sighed. "Indiana. He's on the goodbye tour."

You rolled your eyes. Indiana meant Lisa. Of course. "He's going to say 'yes', isn't he? After everything, he's going to give up?"

"We aren't going to let him. Sam, Castiel, and I are on our way to stop him."

"You better. He does not get to give up."

"We won't let him," John promised.

"How?"

"We've got an angel on our side, remember? And Castiel really isn't happy about Dean throwing away his sacrifice. We'll keep him safe."

You let out a sigh of relief and nodded. "Let me know if anything bad-"

"Don't worry. We're gonna take care of him."

"Thank you, John."

"Maybe you should call him, though."

"I tried," you responded. "He didn't answer." You shook your head. "It's fine. Get his head on straight. It'll be okay."

"Right. It'll be okay."

"Bye, John." You hung up and set the phone on the passenger seat. You looked up at the sky through your windshield. "I know you don't care about what your angels are doing, but please don't let Dean say 'yes'. Please. I don't ask for a lot but please give me this."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You should come to Detroit." Bobby's words didn't seem worried. Everything about the tone said it was past time to worry.

"What happened?"

"Sam said 'yes' and-"

"What?!"

"It was supposed to be the end of it, Y/n. He was supposed to get control back from Lucifer and jump into the Cage. It was a good plan. Dean and John even approved it, much as they could, ya know, and it-"

"He really thought he was gonna get control from the Devil? Of course it didn't work!" You ran your hand down your face and dug your fingers into your collarbone through your shirt. "So Lucifer has his perfect vessel...what about Michael? Dean didn’t…"

"No, but John's other son did. Heaven brought Adam back from the dead."

"That was nice of 'em. The dumbass said 'yes' because of course he did. So...the fight is...is happening."

"Yeah." He waited a moment. "Come to Detroit."

You sighed. The End. The end of the fight. The end of trying to stop it. The end of the End. "I'm on my way, Bobby."

There was a dark cloud over the city when you pulled the Firebird in next to the Impala in the alleyway outside their hotel. You could feel the hopelessness in the air as you opened the door Bobby indicated in an earlier text and walked in. Dean's eyes raised to meet yours as Bobby rushed to you and wrapped you in a hug. You dropped your duffel and wrapped the redneck in your arms, happy to see him up out of the wheelchair.

"Since when do you walk again?"

"Oh." He looked down at his body as he stepped back. "Demon deal. Added perk. It's a long story."

"Family tradition, those demon deals. At least you got something good out of it."

"Fer a few days."

You patted his shoulder and smiled. "Comes down to it, all we got is a few days at a time."

Dean stood and stepped toward the doorway. "Hey."

"Hey. I'm sorry...about Sam. I know you were all hoping-"

Dean opened his arms but didn't hug you. He waited for you to step into the embrace, green eyes shining with unshed tears as he waited for you to make your choice. There wasn’t a big choice there. Hold a grudge...or hold the man you love. You stepped into him and wrapped your arms around his chest. His arms closed around you and you felt warmth and anguish in the way he held you. There was pain in his scent, anger and hopelessness, but there was a little niggle of comfort as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

There wasn’t a lot said. It was the first time it really felt like a last night on earth. Even the Angel seemed to recognize that things were done. The fight was over. Everything was about to be over.

“I want you to know,” Dean whispered as the sun started going down.

“I know,” you answered. You knew what he would say. It held different significance on a night like that one.

“No. You don’t. You really don’t know...I’ve apologized for pushin’ you away, Y/n, but I need you to know...I thought I was doing the right thing for you. I love you.”

“Dean. I know. Shhh.”

“You’re everything I ever wanted.”

“Everything you ever wanted Sam to have,” you corrected. “Now, shush.” The silence lasted for a few minutes before Dean left, saying he needed some air.

“We did everything right and it doesn’t even matter in the end,” John said, staring at the ceiling.

“Nah. We didn’t do everything right...and it does matter. What we do is more important than anything.” You sighed and leaned forward, resting your head on your knees. “I should have gone to Thailand.”

“Don’t you want to be here with us in your last moments?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah. But I wish these weren’t the last moments.”

Castiel nodded in agreement, before standing. “We should go down...Dean is-”

“Leaving,” you guessed, rushing down to the alleyway without waiting for the others, approaching as he looked in the trunk of the Impala. “Dean?”

“You goin’ someplace?” Bobby asked. “You’re goin’ to do somethin’ stupid. You got that look.”

“I’m gonna go talk to Sam,” Dean answered, heading for the driver’s door.

“You just don’t give up,” Bobby chastised.

“It’s Sam!”

“If you couldn’t reach him here, you’re certainly not going to be able to on the battlefield,” Castiel tried.

“Well, if we’ve already lost, I guess I got nothing to lose, right?” Dean reasoned.

“Boy, this is a bad idea. I don’t wanna lose both of you,” John said.

Dean shook his head. “Too late.”

“I just want you to understand...the only thing that you’re gonna see out there is Michael killing your brother,” Castiel said.

“Well, then I ain’t gonna let him die alone.”

You watched Dean drive away, knowing that he was on his way to his death. “Fuck. We should follow him, right?”

“No. We need to figure out how to even up the chances a little,” John offered. “Hail Mary brainstorm session. Come on. Let’s do this.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So...we’re all gonna die,” you said, looking around the room. “We are going to this fight...the fight...to pull distraction long enough for Dean to maybe get through to Sam long enough for Sam to sacrifice himself and throw himself and Lucifer into the Cage. We’re going to die.”

Everyone took deep breaths and nodded. “It’s our only shot,” Bobby said. “For the whole planet, Dean is our only shot.”

“And like the boy said...if we’ve already lost, what do we have to lose?” John said.

"Might as well go down doing something potentially beneficial,” you whispered. “Okay...let’s do this.”

Castiel teleported you to Stull Cemetery just in time to hear Dean tell Michael that he needed five minutes with Lucifer. “Hey, assbutt!” Cas called out, holding up his Molotov cocktail of Holy Fire. The bottle exploded as it hit Michael and he went up in flames. The Angel didn’t last long after that. Lucifer didn’t appreciate the Angel from the lower choir ‘dick’ing with Michael. Castiel exploded into blood and chunks of Angel.

Dean demanded Sam’s attention, but only Lucifer could hear. He grabbed Dean, intent to beat him to death, but Bobby shot at the Archangel, which earned him a snapped neck. John launched himself at Lucifer next and he was thrown across the cemetery, hitting a large stone angel statue. Michael reappeared as Lucifer was beating Dean’s face in with Sam’s fists. You grabbed Adam’s jacket, trying to keep Michael from stopping the altercation. Dean was getting through. You could see it in the hesitation on Sam’s face. You couldn’t let Michael stop it.

“You stupid fucking monkey!” Michael growled, wrapping Adam’s hand around your throat. You sputtered and kicked as he clenched his fist around your neck, cutting off your air. The sound your hyoid made when your throat was crushed like a soda can followed you into the darkness.

So did the sound of crickets. But that wasn’t right. There shouldn’t be crickets in Heaven.

Your eyes blinked open slowly, a sky full of stars greeting you before being filled in by the vision of hazel eyes and a smile. “John? Why are you in my Heaven?”

“Not Heaven, kid. We’re alive, Y/n. Castiel brought us back.” He offered you his hand and you sat up, allowing him to pull you to your feet.

“Who brought Cas back?” you asked. “Because didn’t Lucifer blow him to shit?”

“Yeah. Can only assume God brought him back, just like last time he was blown up by an Archangel.”

“Well, that’s...very nice of God considering that he...didn’t want to help.” John nodded, but he seemed distracted as he let his fingers move to encircle your wrist. “What’s wrong?”

“You...smell really good,” he whispered, his cheeks going pink. “I should…” He cleared his throat and stepped back away from you. “Think everything got renewed.”

You reached up and gingerly touched the area where your concave scars were. You were met with plush, plump skin under the fabric of your turtleneck. When you pulled the shirt away from your neck, you were met with completely smooth skin. No marks, no scars. Pristine.

"I'm…"

"Omega again." John licked his lips and stepped further back. “Unmarked, pure omega.”

“I’m...this is insane. I can’t believe he just...made me...a normal omega again.”

John nodded and cleared his throat. “I think it’s a real good thing, don’t you?”

You nodded and smiled. “I think it’s an amazing thing.”

“Why don’t we go ahead and see if we can find Dean.”

You smiled a bit sadly. “I know where Dean is.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Watching Dean through the front window of Lisa Braeden’s Cicero home made your heart crack. The pain was immense, a longing taking up residence in your chest as you watched Dean hold her, his nose buried in the crook of her neck. Scenting her...his omega.

“You could knock,” John suggested, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. You were sure he was trying to keep from physically comforting you. As much as you wanted the comfort, you appreciated John trying to keep his distance more. “You know he’d be happy to see you alive.”

You shook your head. “No. He’s dreamed of this, John. He dreams of her.” You clutched at your shirt collar. You'd changed into a v-neck on the way to Indiana, excited to show Dean but you knew now that it didn't matter. "He deserves her...and the kid...and any kids she might give him of his own. He deserves to be happy. Let's just...let's go."

"Are you sure?" John asked as you turned away.

"My car is in Detroit. Let's go."

You stared out the window as John drove. It was a blow but not one you couldn't overcome. Dean wasn't ever going to be yours and it was best for you to recognize that and move forward. You were a brand new omega. No marks, no scars from cutting the old marks out. No Dean. No Sam. John, well, he was being nice now but it was going to be best for you to stay away from him, too. You would do best by yourself just like you had since you cut your marks out. You were better alone.

"Don't leave yet," John said as he pulled the stolen car in beside your Pontiac. "You should get some sleep. Get a room, get some rest. Don't drive on this."

You reached over and set your hand on his cheek. "Underneath it all, you're a good man, John. I really appreciate it when you let that man out for me." You swiped your thumb across his cheekbone and smiled. "I'll get a room...but not here. Detroit is not a good place...it's where we lost Sam. Get some rest yourself, though."

"You've got my number. If you ever need anything, Y/n, I'll be there."

You nodded and smiled tightly. "I'll try not to need anything." You got out of the car and headed for yours. Maybe you'd actually travel the world this time. Maybe you'd just hunt the same as always. But you were going to try to not need a damn thing.

You drove out of Detroit and headed South, not stopping until your eyes began to vibrate with lack of sleep. You pulled over into a rest stop and turned off the car, lying the seat back and curling up on your side, waiting for sleep to take you.

Dean would be happy. That was the important thing. Dean was going to be happy with his normal life and you could be happy saving lives...without an alpha. Without anyone. Just you and the road and a good hunt...until you died.

You dreamed of Dean. You dreamed of taking Lisa's place in the normal life...so that you could be what Dean deserved. But even in your dream, Dean made excuses. "I love you...but I can't mark you." "I love you but I can't be with you." "I love you but…"

You blinked your eyes open a few hours later and gasped to see a figure in your passenger seat. You sat up and stared wide-eyed at Sam. "Am I still asleep?"

"Well, I'm not Dean so I'm guessing you're awake."

You ignored the gut shot about Dean and reached into the back, quickly splashing holy water on him and waiting for the sizzle that never came. You pulled your silver knife next and Sam dutifully offered his hand. "Why do you idiots always go for the most nerve-heavy extremity when getting cut? Take the jacket off and give me your bicep or roll your damn pant leg up, you jerk," you snapped. Sam just smirked as he pulled his jacket and flannel off. You were really expecting him to burn with the silver but he didn’t...and moreover, he smelled like Sam. He was not a ghoul. You laughed as you dropped the knife in the center console. "How in the world did you get out of the Cage? I know how hard it is to get out of Hell, but you went into Lucifer’s Cage."

"Can't tell ya." Sam shook his head. "Just woke up in Stull Cemetery, went to check on Dean, saw you and Dad...decided to follow you."

"Why didn't you say something in Cicero?" you asked, analyzing Sam's face. He seemed off. Why would he follow you instead of talking to you and John? Talking to Dean?

"You were with Dad...and I could smell you from across the street, Y/n...I knew you came back all new and improved. Wanted to see what you would do about that. Turns out...nothing."

"You didn't tell Dean you're back?"

"Neither did you." Sam tilted his head and smirked. "He thinks we're both dead...and that means he's gonna stay in Cicero with Lisa. He's going to live a normal life with a normal woman. He's not going to die on some job before he reaches forty. He deserves that...and that's why neither of us knocked on that door."

"So, you're just gonna dive back into the work headfirst and...forget about Dean?"

"Forget? No. But I'm going to leave him the Hell alone. He left me alone at Stanford for years until Dad disappeared and Jess died. Don't you think he deserves the same treatment?"

You looked away and pulled your seat up straight. "Of course he does. He deserves everything.”

“So, we’re going to let him have it, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Sam reached out and set his hand on your knee. “And we can have what we deserve.”

You looked down at his hand, disgust filling you. “Remove it, or I will remove it for you.”

“Come on. You don’t really have a reason to deny me. Not with Dean with Lisa.”

You reached down and pulled his hand off of you. “Dean is not the reason I denied you, Sam. Why are we backtracking here? You seemed to understand this before.”

“We had fun before, didn’t we?” Sam asked.

“It doesn’t matter if we had fun...because the fun stopped mattering as soon as you marked me.” The discomfort you were feeling in his presence made you slip your hand under your seat and pick up your pistol. “You were going to rape me, Sam. That kinda ruins any future fun.”

“You would have liked it, Y/n. I wasn’t planning to hurt you too much.”

Having him admit to it so nonchalantly, with a smirk on his lips, filled you with an angry fear. He didn’t even seem to care. It was worse than when he was hopped up on demon blood. You pulled the pistol out and pointed it at Sam’s temple. “Get the fuck out of my car, Winchester.”

He chuckled and put his hands up. “I’ll see you when you get your panties out of that twist, Y/n.” He backed out of the car and turned, a bit of a skip in his step as he walked away. You hit the lock on your doors and turned the engine over. You’d have to do your best to avoid the resurrected Winchester...just like his father...just like his brother. Best to stay alone. Best to get away.

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[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Eleven

Two Shots, Two Tickets

Pairing: Kuroo x Fem!Reader

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Kuroo quickly puts on his clothes after hearing your plan and gathers his belongings, leaving the bat behind (how unfortunate). Meanwhile, you rush over to the bathroom and burst open the window.

"Ready!" you shout once you've got the screen detached. "We can escape out this way, hurry up!"

"I still don't see why this matters," he grumbles as he rushes over to you while attempting to put on his belt. "We won't be able to get very far on foot. We're in the middle of nowhere!"

"I'll call a cab," you assure him as you climb on top of the toilet. "It'll be fine."

"You're fucking broke," he scoffs as he grabs you by your shoulder and stops you from your escape. "That isn't going to work!"

"Like you've got a better plan?! You told me to come up with something so I did!"

Kuroo scoffs and instead walks out of the bathroom muttering curses to himself. You quickly follow after him, hoping that he doesn't ruin your entire plan. But of course, he does as he walks out of the room straight through the front door. You suck in a deep breath as you chase after him before he gets himself in even more trouble.

Before long, Kuroo practically sprints away from you leaving you to run after him. However, you soon hear the sound of men shouting the second he turns the corner.

"Shit," you mumble to yourself as you peer around and see Kuroo being surrounded in the parking lot. You then look down at your keys and realize it's now or never.

Without sparing a second thought, you sprint right through the parking lot, past Kuroo and the cops, and straight into the driver's seat of the car. You put the key in the ignition and take off, money and all still in the trunk, just without your companion this time around.

That was the last time you ever saw him. 

What did he expect? He met you as a thief- or a 'freeloader' as he'd put it- and you left him thinking that way, too. At least you no longer need that interview you'd be most definitely late to if you even attempted going.

You slam your foot on the break and bang your hands on the steering wheel as you curse yourself for genuinely contemplating going back for him. Perhaps it won't be the last time you ever see him after all...

"No way," you whisper to yourself as you shake your head. "I am not risking my life for him! No. Fucking. Way!" you end up shouting.

Grumpily, you pull the car over to the side of the road and get out. You slam the driver's door shut and walk over to the trunk. To your surprise, you find a gun amongst the bundles of cash. You quickly grab it and tuck it beneath the waist of your bottoms. Then, with a deep breath, you begin your march back towards the motel.

Soon, you arrive back where you started and find Kuroo being ushered into a police car with one cop on either side of him.

"Hey!" you shout as your heartbeat kicks up in anticipation of what you're planning. "Let go of him!"

The two cops stare at you in disbelief. As for Kuroo, well, he just looked pissed. However, you continue to walk closer, much to their distaste.

"I said to let him go!" you bark again, this time pulling out your concealed weapon.

Both cops put up their hands whilst Kuroo stands perfectly still in utter shock at what you're doing. 

"Don't shoot!"

"Think of what you're doing, Miss. Don't get caught up in this!"

"Oh, shut the hell up. What makes you think I'd actually listen to that?" you scoff.

"Y/N, get the hell out of here," Kuroo grumbles just loud enough for you to hear him. "I'll be fine."

"You be quiet, too, or maybe I'll hit you by accident," you shout, already angered enough that you came back for him. How is it that you got so attached to him so quickly? He could tell you right now to shoot those cops and run away with him and you'd do it in a heartbeat without a second thought.

"Miss, please calm-" one of the cops begins to plead yet again, however, he's shortly interrupted by a shot to the chest thanks to one of the bullets you've borrowed from Kuroo.

Just then, the other officer reaches for the gun on his waist and points it towards you.

"Please sir, don't shoot me," you grin, mocking his friend. It's then that you quickly shoot him down as well.

Kuroo looks down at the two dead bodies on either side of him with his jaw to the ground in pure shock. He hesitantly steps backwards from the bodies, getting away from them before the blood pooling on the ground can reach his feet.

He then locks his eyes with you and stomps over. "Are you kidding me?" he shouts. "You almost fucking left me again!"

"But I didn't so you don't need to be a jerk about it!" you retort.

Kuroo stares at you for a minute longer before reaching his arm around your back and pulling you flush against his body. A searing kiss reaches your lips not a moment later as your eyes flutter closed and your body relaxes, almost enough for you to nearly drop the gun from your hand.

As he kisses you, you reach your hand into his and transfer the keys over to him. Then, when he backs away, a bit confused at the sudden trust you're showing in him, he smirks. 

"You better not be goddamn late to your interview after all of this. When is that again?"

"And you better share that shit ton of cash in your trunk, Tetsuro. I did save your life after all," you grin.

Kuroo rolls his eyes but you can see the tiniest of smiles appear on the edges of his lips.

When the two of you get to the car, he tells you to hurry in. From your spot then at the passenger seat beside him, you realize it's too late- you've missed your interview entirely. 

"So?" Kuroo asks, turning his head towards you. "What do you want to do?"

"Well, I'm kind of a wanted serial killer now after killing two cops. Even if I could make that interview, showing up might not be the best idea," you admit. "Is there any place you'd like to go?"

"Greece," he replies plainly.

"Greece?" you repeat.

"I've always wanted to go. What do you say?"

A smile grows upon your lips at the thought of the idea. "I'd love to go. Are you paying?"

"It's not like you've got the means for it," he replies, returning the gesture.

"Nope. Not a penny."

Kuroo feigns disappointment with a roll of his eyes. "Well, Y/N," he tells you as he turns the key into the ignition and starts up the car, "Here's to Greece."

He then pushes down on the gas just as fast as the first time you'd gotten into the car with him and he flies right down the road, heading towards the nearest airport as quick as he can.

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[mageofseven]

This is part two! Satan and Asmo's parts are below the cut. Enjoy~

Part 1 | Part 3

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Satan:

MC had a lot of stomach aches with the nausea. Even when she wasn't puking, her days were spent with this twisted feeling in her stomach.

From month three on, it turned into some bad cramping. It made no sense to the couple, but a heating pad and some cuddles usually helped her.

By month five, it was something so much worse. It evolved into episodes of MC hugging her stomach and screaming in pain. The woman was terrified when it first happened, crying as she thought she was losing her baby.

That wasn't what was happening though, evident to her boyfriend as he noticed bruises forming on her stomach during these episodes.

Satan didn't fully understand what was happening, but believed it wasn't what MC thought.

There was nothing he could do but hold her close and try comforting her through the pain. The episode lasted a little less than an hour and most of her stomach was left black and blue with bruises.

The demon mixed some magical ingredients together in order to make a cream to heal most of her bruises. As he rubbed it over her belly, he softly explained how it was going to help her current issue and that he was going to read up on what he can do to prevent another episode. The woman sniffled, but nodded.

None of his books really told him how to prevent such a thing however. Instead, it gave him directions on how to figure out the direct cause of such episodes.

The blonde ends up drawing a rune around her navel, which according to the book, should gather the data needed. After another episode, that is. He didn't want his Kitten to have to go through such an experience again, but it seemed that it was the only option.

For better or worse, the couple didn't have to wait long; MC had another episode later that evening. Once again, he held her close as she screamed and cried in his arms. This time, the rune glowed, signaling that it was collecting data.

After another hour of this, the pain stopped and her belly was riddled with bruises once again.

Satan didn't let go yet; he just continued to hold her close and kiss her face as her cries softened. When she was calmer, he gave one final kiss to her forehead before getting up from the bed and lifting her shirt.

He laid his hand on her belly, right over the rune, and his green eyes glowed as he absorbed the magical energy that transported the knowledge to him.

This... was not the answer he suspected, but somehow the demon felt he should have known.

The baby was fine physically, but emotionally was a different issue.

MC's body wasn't absorbing the dark energy needed for their baby's soul fast enough, causing their child to... well, get angry.

The Avatar of Wrath's baby inherited his anger issues and was essentially punishing their mother for something out of her control.

The blonde scowled. His Kitten had been writhing in pain for two hours today because their child decided to throw a tantrum inside of her?

"Satan?"

The demon took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He cannot lose his temper now; not when MC needs him.

"Just a minute."

He let himself focus on his breathing, calming himself before opening his eyes and meeting his girlfriend's.

"I'm sorry, Kitten." He sighed. "It's... the baby seems to be having a hard time at the moment."

The man explains the issue to her and the woman's eyes went wide.

"So it's my fault?" She asked. "I'm not giving our baby the energy it needs fast enough?"

"No, Kitten." Satan sat back down next to her. "This isn't your fault; your body is just on the slow side with the absorption. It just needs time to catch up."

The man's mind went back to the conversation the two of them had months ago, back when they discovered that this pregnancy could be dangerous for her.

MC had said that she wanted to risk it no matter what... but maybe now that she knows what she'll have to endure for now on, maybe she'll change her mind?

"Kitten..." He called out to her slowly, grabbing her hand. "Now that you've experienced this... do you still want to go through with it?"

The woman tensed up.

"... What do you mean?"

"You don't have to have this baby. If it's too much for you, we can--"

"No." MC pushed away from him and sat with her back pressed to the window.

He watched her for a moment before sighing.

"I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again."

The two sat in silence for a while. Neither moved, neither spoke. Finally, MC did.

"Do you... not want our baby?"

She finally asked the question that had taken up space in her brain for months. All of this time, Satan had been sweet to her and taken care of her well... but never did he express any attachment to their child.

Whenever she spoke about them before that day, Satan would always stop what he was doing and speak in a careful, neutral tone. It got the point that she was afraid to even speak about the baby to him at all.

The demon pursed his lips. The truth... was that he didn't think he did. His interactions with children have been limited and what he did never inspired any paternal instincts in him.

However, he couldn't tell MC this, not when this child was obviously so important to her.

"I want to do what makes you happy." He said carefully. "And... I'm rather unsure about how I'll be as a father, but I'm willing to try for you."

Another moment of silence hung in the air.

"A...Are you scared?" She asked softly.

"I... don't know." He answered truthfully.

In all honesty, emotions were a difficult thing for the Avatar of Wrath to understand. Maybe it was because of how he was born, but labeling and identifying his emotions was quite a chore for him.

Anger, he understood well, and because of MC, happiness wasn't such a foreign feeling to him either, but everything else was... quite challenging to understand within him.

MC crawled over to his side of the bed. Satan didn't hesitate to pull her onto his lap. The two sat there, tightly embracing one another.

"It'll gonna be okay." The woman whispered. "We can make it through this; the three of us will be happy."

Oh Kitten. Here she was, comforting him when things looked so dark for herself. He pulled back just enough to give her a sweet kiss.

From there after, Satan looked up what he could do to help his Kitten with her episodes. They really didn't have a lot of options. Most potions that his books recommended weren't entirely human-safe and he wasn't about to make such a gamble with her.

There was one thing they could try though. The man raised an eyebrow when he read it.

"What is it?"

The blonde looked up at his girlfriend.

"The book suggests that I could... talk to our child."

The woman blushed.

"So... you'd be talking to my belly during those episodes?"

He sighed.

"It appears so."

He was a bit awkward with it, but he tried it during her next episode. And it actually worked.

What lasted about an hour for both sessions before this only lasted a little less than ten minutes.

The man was quite surprised, but still comforted his Kitten before putting his hand on the rune.

It... his child felt a sense of peace and comfort at his voice. It was hard to understand fully what his child was feeling, but it seemed as if under all their anger was another core emotion: fear.

Their child was scared and felt comforted by his voice.

Something in him shifted at this news. He... wanted to protect his child from the fear in their heart.

And so, his stance on this pregnancy had changed dramatically. Everything he did was for his girlfriend and their child.

The couple had cute moments where Satan would gently lay his ear on her belly and listen to the baby's little movements.

He'd talk to them even outside of the episodes, telling them that they were safe and loved, causing the episodes to happen less often

And when one would spring up, he was no longer all that awkward with soothing his child, except during the first time he had to do it around his brothers (it happened at dinner time and scared his brothers half to death to see MC in pain, but later they teased him, saying they didn't know he could speak so tenderly).

Satan didn't know if he could be a good father... but acknowledged that now was the time to try.

Good End:

The remaining months were mostly uneventful for the couple. MC was a bit overdue so her body could catch up on the spiritual energy absorption, but only by about two weeks. She was sore and uncomfortable, but still in positive spirits. Satan was as well, but it would be a lie to say there wasn't some anxiety mixed in there. When his girlfriend finally went into labor, he was very calm and dependable.

About seven hours later, MC was holding their daughter. She had her Daddy's blonde hair and Mama's eyes, even the beginning of a pair of horns, just like Satan's. The man was lost in the preciousness of his daughter. When asked if he wanted to hold her however, he declined. He... didn't want to risk hurting her.

"It's okay." MC cajoled. "I know you're a lot more gentle than you think. Plus, this is how you two bond."

The demon pursed his lips, but nodded. He carefully took his daughter from MC and held her close.

"Hello, Amelie." He used her name. "It's okay now; you're safe."

Bad End:

The labor took too much out of MC. Their baby's head was stuck inside of her and upon further inspection, they found out she was being cut on the inside by their child's horns. She was losing too much blood.

"Satan... get them out... please." After hours of screaming in pain, his girlfriend's voice was hoarse. "Save them..."

The woman's head fell to the side and the man started panicking. He called out to her as he checked if she was breathing. But she wasn't. Her last breath was used to beg him for their child's life.

Tears fell from the man's eyes, but he only gave himself a moment of this before wiping his tears on his sleeve and heading back down below. Knowing that he didn't have to worry about causing her pain anymore, he reached in and carefully pulled out the baby. Her insides were getting cut up more, but it no longer mattered.

He collapsed on the floor with his daughter now in his arms. As the two cried together, the demon didn't realised at first that he transformed, but suddenly felt the need to wail from the very core of his being. And he did. And he preceded trash his room. Knocking over book piles, snapping the wooden bookshelves, even break his window.

He was stopped by Lucifer. He didn't even realize when the older demon came in, but there he stood with a hand on his shoulder. And that's when he heard it. His daughter's panicked sobs from within his arms.

He had frightened her. His daughter was just born and the first thing he did was scare her. After all those moments he spoke to her while she was inside her mother, after telling her over and over again that he would keep her safe, he was the very first danger she perceived in this world.

The fourth brother collapsed into Lucifer's arms, surprising the older demon. He still held the blonde tightly though and let him cry.

Two years passed. Not a single day went by when Satan didn't think of MC. Every milestone their daughter hit, the man couldn't help thinking of MC and how she should be there to see it.

One day while Satan was in the library, he heard commotion coming from out in the living room. He had left Amelie in Asmo's care so he could have some reading time by himself, but somehow it escalated into something.

He rushed to find the one of the stands broken at their legs and the china cabinet's glass shattered. And Lucifer restraining an angry Amelie. One look at the scene told him everything he needed to know. This was her first destructive tantrum. Asmo couldn't handle it so he roped in Lucifer, who was restraining his daughter in the exact same way that he used to restrain Satan when he was a child. And that set the man off.

Satan remembered being in the exact position as his daughter and knew how frightening it was to have a big man screaming in your face while restraining you. The blonde transformed and launched himself at his older brother. Hand against Lucifer's throat, but more in warning than in attack, then said

"Not. My. Daughter."

The blonde looked straight into the older man's eyes as he said it. He let his words set in for a minute before letting go and scooping up his sobbing daughter from the floor. He carried Amelie off to her room, the very room that was once her mother's.

The Avatar of Wrath learned the true meaning of his title, thanks to his daughter. Years ago when MC carried her, Satan learned that underneath all of her anger was pain and fear. Through this, he learned the same for himself. Satan was created by the anger Lucifer felt at his Father's decisions and his sister leaving his life the way she did. He was so overwhelmed by it all though he never looked close enough to see the real emotions that he was feeling. Pain and fear. The first brother just wanted to get rid of it all now. Because of that, Satan never knew before what his anger really was. But now he does and that was what his daughter taught him.

"Shh, it's okay, Kitten." He soothed his daughter, using the same nickname that he used to give her mother. "Daddy's here. No one's going to hurt you."

Asmodeus:

Starting during the beginning of her second trimester, MC was... difficult to be around

It seemed as if every little thing the Avatar of Lust said just set her off, either with anger or tears or both.

Wanting to avoid conflict and the stress of such interactions, the man started to avoid her

Eventually his brothers started guilt tripping him for it though because without Asmo, the human was a lonely mess and it was hard for them to watch.

Why should he be around her though if he always seemed to upset her?

This lasted a couple weeks.

He couldn't stand being around his brothers anymore either so he left the house as often as possible.

One night, he came back late from a party. He headed to his room and found that MC was still awake, crying in bed at 2am.

"Doll?"

He heard a few sniffles, but otherwise received no answer.

Hearing her cry broke his heart; that was part of why he had been avoiding her.

In this moment though... he realized that he couldn't keep doing this. He promised that he would take care of his Dolly... but look at what he's been doing.

The man got in bed and pulled his girlfriend to his chest.

"Y-You don't love me." She said in a shaky voice.

"Doll, you know that's not true--"

"Then why do you abandon me?"

The woman cried into his chest. His heart ached at the sound as he rubbed her back.

"I don't know how to help." He admitted. "And... it makes me so sad to know that I can't help my Dolly."

The fifth brother starts giving her little kisses, starting from her neck and working up to her jaw till his lips were at her ear.

"You know I would kiss away your pain if I could." He whispered.

"I know."

The woman pulled back and laid a hand on his cheek.

"For now... just don't leave me. Please."

And so he didn't. As difficult as it was, the demon stayed by her side. Even when she burst into tears. Even when she'd snap at him over minor things or things that was not his fault to begin with, he stuck by her. MC tried her best to remind him how much she appreciated that.

It was the start of her fifth month when things started to get more complicated.

The two were in their room. Asmo was giving his Doll a back massage, trying to get her to relax after a day of feeling sore and tense.

"Moooommmy."

The woman jumped. Her boyfriend frowned.

"Are you hurting there, Doll?" He asked, wondering that last spot her rubbed was too sore for her.

"Didn't you hear that?" She asked, staring towards the door where she heard the voice.

Asmo continued to rub her back, focusing more near her shoulders now.

"No, but it was probably just one of my brothers." He stopped to lay a kiss on her shoulder. "Don't be so jumpy; you're fine, Honey."

The woman didn't say a thing, just tried to forget the voice that she swore she heard. But she couldn't.

Later that night, the woman was having trouble sleeping. It seemed like all her baby did was stretch and kick inside of her, waking her up if she so much as dozed off for a second.

"Mooommmy."

She heard the voice again, but this time it was accompanied by a knock on her door. MC froze. Another knock. She looked over to her sleeping boyfriend before slowly leaving his arms and their bed as she approached the door.

She slowly opened it before finding a boy in the hallway. He had four little black wings and two horns just like Asmo's, but eyes that were eerily similar to MC's.

"Mommy, I can't sleep... let's go play!"

And with that, the boy started running down the hallway.

"W-Wait!"

The woman chased after the child and had to do a hard turn for the stairs, causing her to lose her balance and trip.

Luckily, Satan was right there to catch her.

Before the man even spoke, MC started telling him about the child running around House of Lamentation.

Satan raised his eyebrows at her.

"MC... there is no child in House of Lamentation." He told her. "And if he was running down the stairs, I would have seen him pass me."

MC just stared at him. How could he not have seen the boy? He--

"Mommy, are you okay?" The little boy asked her, standing right next to her and Satan now.

The woman pointed down at the child, eyes wide.

"He's right there! Satan, please tell me you see him."

The blonde looked down at where the human pointed, but merely saw the wall next to them.

"...MC, I think you need some sleep."

The woman gripped his arm.

"Satan. Please. He's right there." The woman pleaded. "He has Asmo's wings and horns and he... calls me Mommy. Please believe me."

The demon's eyes widened.

"In that case... please come to my room."

The fourth brother led her down the hall. Just as he opened his door, Asmo called down to her.

"Doll! Now what are you doing awake?" He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her. "Is your anxiety acting up again?"

"Asmo, you come inside as well." Satan spoke up before MC could.

"Eh? Why?" The Avatar of Lust raised an eyebrow, but still followed him into the room.

Satan never answered, just had MC sit down on his bed as he searched through various stacks of books. Asmo sat next to his girlfriend.

"Hey, I don't know what the issue is, but you'll be okay." He told his girlfriend before laying his hand on her belly. The baby kicked underneath his hand and the man smiled. "See? Our baby thinks so too~"

"I like it when Daddy pays attention to me."

Suddenly the little boy was in front of them, smiling.

In that moment, it truly became undeniable who he was.

MC started crying as she stared at the boy.

"Doll?" Asmo laid a hand on her cheek. "Honey, please look at me; its okay."

The little boy stepped back as Satan approached with the correct book, opened to the page he needed.

"Okay, now I need you to lift up your shirt." He told her.

"Aww, Satan!" His brother grinned. "I know MC is beautiful but--"

"I just need to draw a rune on her stomach, Asmo." The blonde sighed, too tired to deal with him.

"Just... please wait a minute, okay?" MC told her boyfriend before lifting her shirt.

Satan drew a rune around her navel. Upon completion, it glowed. The blonde raised an eyebrow at that before laying his hand over the rune.

His eyes glowed. The room was quiet for a full minute before he lifted his hand.

"Well, I now know you weren't wrong before." The blonde admitted. "You really were seeing a child. Your own, in fact."

"Huh??" The fifth brother looked to his girlfriend. "What did I miss?"

The little boy poked around the blonde demon to look at her.

"Azzy..." The woman kept her eyes on the child, but still spoke to her boyfriend. "I see our son. Right in front of me."

MC explained what happened while he was asleep. Her boyfriend gave a huge grin.

"Oh my devil, you can see him?? You're so lucky!"

At that the woman smiled back. It was all a bit unnerving, but... yeah, she was.

Tears started falling from her eyes, but they were happy tears.

Asmo leaned in and kissed each one away.

"What does he look like? Tell me, Doll." He asked sweetly.

"He... he has your wavy hair, but it's my color." She sniffled. "He has my eyes too, but also your wings and horns... he's beautiful."

Her son smiled at her as she said that. She reached out to touch him, but was stopped by Satan.

"He's not really there, MC." Satan spoke up. "You're child is merely using a vision of himself that you built in your head to project himself in front of you."

She lowered her hand.

"But... why?"

Satan sighed.

"I'm afraid his motivations are out of my realm of knowledge. However, this is one of the more dangerous symptoms for demonic pregnancies that you could get."

"Wait... how?"

"MC, you almost fell down the stairs." He reminded her. "Your connection and worry for your child almost led you to getting hurt. This child has yet to actually experience this world and doesn't realize all the ways it can lead you to hurt yourself or even to your death."

"I wouldn't hurt Mommy!" Her son came closer to hug her leg and the woman swore that she could feel it.

"He wouldn't hurt me." MC spoke up for her son.

"Maybe not purposefully," The blonde explained. "But it's too ignorant about it's surroundings. You need to focus on where you're going and what you are doing more to make up for it."

The forth brother looked to Asmo.

"You need to watch out for her. The last thing we need is this child leading her into some lake to drown or something like that."

The fifth brother was quiet.

"Azzy?" MC called out to him.

Asmo plastered on a smile.

"Right, right, sorry."

The fifth brother was worried, but kept a close eye on MC during the following months. There were a few close calls. That day they went out shopping and MC found herself following their son to a harsher part of the Devildom. The time he caught her trying to climb out the window because she saw their son on the roof. The time she chased their son out to the forest behind House of Lamentation and almost got attacked by some of the dark wildlife. And many more events

It all scared the man. He cried more than a handful of times because he just barely made it in time to save her. At the same time, he wasn't mad at her though; he knew that she was compelled so strongly to follow their son when he showed up. The woman simply couldn't help it.

By the end of her pregnancy, Asmo was more stressed than he has ever been. His skin even broke out from all of the stress he felt and the man acted like it was the death of him.

Good End:

The day MC told him that her water broke, this man was relieved.

"Like, finally! Get out here before I start losing my hair too!" He joked. Or well, half-joked.

His girlfriend laughed at his words, before another pain hit her. Asmo gave her his hand to squeezed. During the whole labor, he gave her little kisses on her face and all the positive affirmations she needed; always telling her how well she doing and how close their son was to being in the world thanks to her.

Five hours later, crying filled the room as their son was finally pushed out into the world. Just as MC had originally saw, the baby had her hair and eye color, but his dad's wings and horns.

Asmo stared at this beautiful woman of his, holding his equally beautiful child, and the man couldn't help but cry. He remembered all those months ago, back when they found out she was pregnant, how thrilled he was for this baby... and how his heart sank later on when he found out the pregnancy might be dangerous for her.

"Doll... do you really have to do this?" He smiled at her, but it was filled with just as much anxiety as he felt. "We don't have to risk it; we can still be happy without any children."

"I can't believe I'm hearing this right now. What happened to the man from hours ago that was so happy for our baby that he was near tears?"

Asmo reached out to her, but she shook him off.

"Azzy... I need this baby. Please accept that."

Now, all he could think was the fact that this moment was only a reality because of her. Because MC decided to fight for this, fight for their son, even when Asmo himself was too afraid to.

"Azzy? Hey..." MC adjusted her hold on their son before reaching out and wiping a tear from his cheek. "It's okay. Everything worked out."

Asmo smiled before leaning in to give her a sweet kiss then give a gentle one to the top of their son's head.

"I know. And it's all because of you, Doll." He said sweetly. "Thank you for fighting for him even when I was too scared to. He's beautiful. Just as beautiful as you said."

The two end up naming their son Liam.

Bad End:

"You're not listening to me!" MC screamed at her boyfriend.

"Oh honey, it's hard not to listen when you're fucking yelling."

The woman pushed past him and ran out of the room, crying. Asmo leaned against the wall and gave a deep groan. Even after all this time, he really wasn't good at handling these moments. He knew it wasn't his girlfriend's fault that she was so moody. Pregnancy in general tends to make women a bit hormonal, but she had it so much harder because it was his kid she was pregnant with. Satan once told him it was a side effect related to him or rather, with Lust Demons in general. He and his kind could be very dramatic and he knew it, but never did he truly see it as a bad thing until now.

The demon knew he had to be more patient with his Dolly. I mean, it wasn't her fault she was so moody all of the time; it was his. That fact didn't make it any easier to deal with though. The man stood there, debating how long he should wait before going after her. On one hand, he really felt that she needed to cool down. On the other, he knew he had to keep an eye on her in case their son takes her somewhere he shouldn't.

The man decided to give her another couple minutes, for both her nerves and his own. After about five minutes, he sighed and went upstairs to their bedroom to check on her.

"Doll?" He said through the door. "Dolly, I'm sorry. Can we talk please?"

No answer. Asmo opened the door to discover their room to be empty. His eyes widened. She always goes to their room after a fight. So where is she? The man started checking everywhere in the house and I mean everywhere. When she never turned up, he tried calling her phone. No answer. Freaking out, the demon called Lucifer, who answered on the 11th ring because he was in a meeting with Diavolo. When the first brother heard his brother's plight however, his annoyance shifted to worry. Lucifer excused himself from the meeting and rushed home.

The Avatar of Pride ended up using tracking magic to locate MC. They found her out in the forest behind House of Lamentation. At least... what was left of her. The poor woman was attacked by a Chiropteran, a giant, almost orcish like creature with bat wings. Their baby didn't survive either.

Asmo grabbed a hold of her body and sobbed heavily. She's gone... MC was gone, their baby was gone... all because he lost his patience with her. It was his fault. He lost the woman who tried to give him everything, even a child despite the dangers to herself, because he couldn't handle her being just a bit moody.

The Avatar of Lust spent weeks in his room, shutting himself away more than even Levi. Then one day, he came out and acted as if none of it happened. He refused to talk about MC or their son or even acknowledge that ever existed. He started going to parties again and sleeping with succubi and living life with his old "Me Me Me" mentality again, like before he and MC dated. And he never got close to anyone ever again. Because that was what he thought was safest for himself and others. After all, the one time he tried to take care of someone that wasn't himself, they died and now he cannot even bring himself to say their name.

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Part 1 | Part 3

[n7inky-fanfics]

Geth Dreadnought

CW: PTSD

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Why is it that when Cerberus built this damn ship they put the one window that doesn't have shutters above my fucking bed? I swear, it had to have been on purpose. Assholes. I'm supposed to be sleeping right now, but there's no way in hell to sleep because space is just above me, taunting me. I just need to forget about the vacuum of space long enough to fall asleep.

Well, just because they didn't provide me with a damned shutter doesn't mean I can't just cover it myself. Time to get creative. I throw on my N7 jacket and some cargo pants, then catch the elevator down to engineering. I cautiously scan the hallway, hoping to avoid encountering anyone else. Now that we're in the clear after dealing with the Geth Dreadnought, most of the ship is on sleep block. The skeleton crew to keep it running will likely be too busy to notice me, but it's still possible.

Everything looks empty, so I head down to the undercroft. If I'm going to cover the window, I need to be able to reach it. I could have sworn that I saw a ladder down here... Ah, yes! Here it is! I carry the ladder into the elevator and back to my room without encountering anyone.

Next, I need to find something to cover it with and some adhesive. I think there might be a large tarp in the cargo bay, and I could use the super-strength adhesive we keep around for random patch jobs. I sneak down to the cargo bay and gather the remaining supplies. It looks like I'm going to make it back to my quarters undiscovered until the elevator stops on the crew deck. The doors slide open and I find myself face to face with a surprised looking Kaidan Alenko.

"Ahh, Shepard... I was just coming up to ask if you would like some tea." he says.

"Oh. Raincheck?" I shrug, well as much as I can with two armfuls of tarp and adhesive.

"Sure, sure... Hey, is it alright if I come up with you? I've been wanting to talk with you about what happened today." His eyes are gentle and caring. All I want to do is drop my barriers and tell him everything about how I feel, about the fear that I haven't been able to shake since leaving the Normandy to board the dreadnought. I want to cry and have him tell me it'll be okay. I want to let myself unravel.

But I can't, so I just nod and plaster on a small smile, hoping he doesn't notice how fake it is. He boards the elevator, and for a brief moment the silence is almost deafening. Then, he says "So... What's with the tarp?"

"Did you know that was the second time we managed to sneak up on the geth because they don't use windows?"

"Joker explained it to me after he made that comment. What's with the tarp?"

The elevator stops and slides open just in time to save me from that question. I move quickly into my room and drop the taro and glue on my bed. Kaidan leans against the wall that separates my desk from the rest of the cabin while I grab the ladder and position it under the far corner of the window. Kaidan watches as I climb the ladder with the tarp and glue in tow. I spread adhesive as far as I can on both sides of the corner, then press the tarp firmly against it. I hold it in place and begin counting the 180 seconds it should take for the glue to dry.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Ele-

"Hazel, what are you doing?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I wanted to see if I could figure out why you're gluing a tarp to your ceiling. I'm stumped, but that's not the point. What are you doing?" Kaidan crosses his arms firmly.

I must be on twenty-five by now at least... Twenty-six. Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. Thirty-"

"Hazel, why are you covering the window?" He moves closer to the ladder. I don't dare to look him in the eye, afraid that under his gentle gaze I might actually allow myself to break. Instead, I stare up at the tarp. What am I on? Forty? Probably.

Forty-one. Forty-two. Forty-three. Forty-four. Forty-five.

"Hey, look at me, Shepard." His voice is firm but kind, and I can't help but do it. I look at his face, into his caring and worried eyes, and I choke back a sob. He reaches up to me, offering his hand. "Come down from there and talk to me, please."

I could do it. He's giving me a chance to do it. I could step off this ladder and I could really, truly let myself feel it all. I could break down in his arms and stay there and let him make me feel safe. I want to, but... I'm Commander Shepard. I must continue to be Commander Shepard. I must stay strong.

"I'm fine right here." I say. My voice sounds hollow and foreign. How much time has it been? Maybe thirty more seconds? And I had been on forty before? No, forty-five.

Seventy-five. I turn to fave the tarp again. Seventy-six. Seventy-seven. Seventy-eight. Seventy-nine. Eighty.

"Please." His voice is soft, accented by a hint of sadness laced with concern. "Let me back in."

I'm screaming at myself internally. Don't drop your guard. Don't feel your emotions. Pack it down. Finish the job! Even as my mind is saying this, I feel my arms release the tarp. The adhesive hasn't had enough time to dry, so it simply falls away from the ceiling. Kaidan pulls me off the ladder and into his arms. For one, tiny moment, I fight it. I tell myself that I won't cry.

The floodgates open, and now I'm sobbing in his arms. My body is so racked by my sobs that I can't keep myself standing. Kaidan takes on my weight and gently lowers us both to the floor. As I cry, my lungs become more and more restricted. Soon, I can't breathe. I'm suffocating. Oh god, I'm suffocating in space! The Normandy is gone and everyone escaped and I'm left drifting in space and I can't breathe! I try to breathe in, but I can't. I'm going to die! No, I can't die! Not again!

"Hazel!" Kaidan shouts, shaking my shoulders. I open my eyes to see him staring back at me, worry etched into his face. Something in front of him is glowing blue, and the light from it is dancing along his face. What is that?

Kaidan gently takes my hand in his and kisses it. I watch him bring it to his lips carefully. A ring of blue surrounds my arm. I'm glowing. My biotics form a haze around me. If it had taken him much longer to get through to me, I probably would have flared them uncontrollably. As if he can read my mind, he gently pulls away and throws up a small but strong barrier around me. I release the energy. He waits a moment, to be sure it has dissipated, then drops the barrier and pulls me back into his arms.

"Hazel, do you know where you are?" he whispers.

"Normandy SR-2. It's 2186."

"Good." he says. He kisses my forehead softly.

We stay this way until long after I have stopped crying. Finally, he says "Almost getting blown up by the Quarian fleet wasn't easy."

I shake my head. "We were more likely to be spaced than blown up." My voice comes out barely above a whisper.

His breath hitches in his chest and he tenses slightly. "That's why you were covering the window." I nod. "Do you remember...?"

"Yes." He holds me just a little bit tighter when I say this.

"I'm so sorry." He says.

"Sometimes, in my dreams or if I let myself drift out of reality enough, I end up back there... Over Alchera. I can still feel..." I stop myself from completing that thought. I can't believe I'm telling him this. I need to be strong right now, for everyone. That includes Kaidan. I can't be falling apart like this. What was I thinking?

I pull away from him and stand up. "You know what, why don't we go have that tea?" He stares up at me inquiringly, but I brush his stare off and reach out for his hand. Finally, he takes it and I help him to his feet. I stop in the bathroom briefly to make sure I look fairly put together, then lead him out of my room and to the mess hall. I start making some jokes and soon we settle into a comfortable mood. We chat a little over our tea before we say goodnight and go out separate ways. Tonight, I sleep on the floor under my desk.

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Two days later, I come back into my room after a long day to find a tarp securely attached to the ceiling and covering the window entirely. I ask EDI for the who, what, and how. She informs me that she granted Kaidan and Garrus access so that they could put it up while I was busy handling the Quarian-Geth situation. I can't help but smile as I crawl into bed. I sleep soundly for the first time since I died.

[msmarvelwrites]

The Winter Ghost - Part 4

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn't and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/n

Warning: language maybe?

W/c: 3.5K (sorry not sorry)

A/n: Shuri is probably one of my favourite characters in the MCU so please enjoy her sass ❤️ Thank you again to @cutie1365 for editing and making this readable 💕

You sat in the cold steel lab, next to a pile of machines that whirled in the silent room. Small wires attached to your temples and hooked into the computers. You didn't know how you imagined Shuri, but a small 16 year old girl was definitely not it. This was who was going to be prying and prodding through your brain? I guess this is how S.H.I.E.L.D felt the first day you showed up. The thought made you stifle a laugh under your breath and wish you could only remember.

Every 10 minutes after scanning the hologram which hovered just above the desk she would stop, and ask if you were okay to continue. You would nod, unable to actually create coherent words. The process of regaining your memories was excruciating, to say the least. Shuri made it better though. She was bubbly and kind. Her voice was bright and reminded you of the wind chimes your mother used to hang on the porch.

Another blast of electricity surged through your brain, causing you to double over and yelp.

"Okay, okay, that's enough for today." She announced, crossing the room and placing a hand on your shoulder. You flinched her away desperately trying to focus away the pain.

"No. Keep going." You gasped, steadying your breath.

"Y/n, we have to take this in steps. If we dig too deep we can risk serious brain damage, or worse." She explained. You looked up at her concerned face, tears welled in your eyes but you quickly wiped them away.

"Dr. Shuri, please-”

"It's Shuri. Just Shuri. And no, I’m serious. I think we've retrieved some core memories, but there's no way to be sure." She spoke over you, turning her computer off and carefully removing the wires from your head. You winced as she pulled them out, but you were finally able to breathe right again. “We’ll just have to keep tabs on ya’.”

"How will we know what I remember?" You asked, watching her pack her equipment away.

"You won't," She stated, placing a small alcohol wipe in your hand. You blotted the small incisions the wires left behind. Gross.

"But, we'll keep doing bi-weekly checkups and monitor your behavior. There could be trigger words that Hydra has hidden in your brain. The last thing we need is you going all ‘Winter Soldier’ on our asses." Shuri giggled to herself and patted you on the back. You tried to hide the scream of pain that erupted from her contact. You suppressed a cry and smiled as best you could.

"Thank you Dr- um, Shuri. Seriously, I can't tell you what this means to me." You corrected, getting up and following him out of the room.

"Anytime. This is my new specialty I guess. I think I should consider updating my resume to super soldier fixer-upper."

You walked through the compound slowly, still unsure where everything was. Steve had assigned you a bedroom on the top level, close to Agent Romanoff, or Nat as she had asked you to call her. She and a few other former Avengers occasionally stayed in Wakanda after everything went south in Nigeria.

You hadn't really been asked if you wanted to stay here, but Nat explained that Hydra was keeping close tabs on you. It would be safer for you here while you remembered what it is they needed.

As you continued through the hallways you happened upon a large floor to ceiling mirror. You tried to not look, but your curiosity got the better of you.

Your hair was a knotted mess yesterday morning, so you decided to braid it back. Now, long strands fell from it, curling around your face and neck adding to your dishevelment. Dark circles bloomed under your y/e/c and reminded you of the sleep you so desperately needed. The faded Stark Industries tee-shirt hung loosely on your frame over the black elastic biker shorts Nat had given you to borrow. She promised she'd take you back to your Brooklyn apartment at some point to collect your own clothes. You huffed, trying and failing to tuck the few strands that fell from your loose braid back, only having two more shake loose.

As you rounded the corner you noticed two large metal doors. Loud thuds and grunts were protruding out from behind them. The closer you got, the better you could see through the small window.

Nat was sending a graceful roundhouse kick to Bucky's neck. He stumbled taking a few steps back but ultimately gained his balance again. You swallowed a gasp. Bucky was close to twice Nats size. You watched in amazement as she ducked between his legs, sending a swift elbow to the crook of his knee. He immediately dropped.

Quietly you slipped through the gym door, careful not to disturb the two while they circled each other slowly.

You watched in awe as Bucky threw a punch with his metal arm at Nat, who skillfully dodged it, grabbing his wrist and twisting. With the added momentum she swung onto his shoulders, still grasping his arm and yanked him backwards onto the mat with a loud thud.

"Holy shit!" You gasped, and quickly regretted it as the two super heros looked up. You knew they were on your side, but damn. You didn't know how anyone picked a fight with either of them. They both looked so venomous. Nats face softened when she registered your wide eyed gaze.

"She lives!" The Black Widow announced, laughing as she grabbed a towel, patting her sweat slicked face. Bucky stood then slowly, watching you intently like he was waiting for something.

You grin sheepishly and nodded. "That she does. Damn, Mr. Rogers wasn't kidding around. I still feel like I'm vibrating." You chuckled.

"Remember anything?" Bucky spoke suddenly, watching you carefully. You shook your head.

"No, not really. Shuri said it'll take time. That she recovered something, but-" you huffed, a little frustrated and body still sore. "I got this wicked headache instead." You finished. Bucky chuckled and ran his metal hand through his dark hair.

"So," You began, approaching the sparring mat, "do you think you could show me how to do that?" You ask Nat, referring to her insane fighting skills. Her eyes sparkled and she laughed softly.

"I don't know Y/n," she motioned for you to step onto the mat, "think you got what it takes?"

Her dazzling grin dropped almost as fast as her fist flew through the air. You could tell instantly that the blow would miss you entirely, but in that moment something snapped. You closed your eyes and you felt your whole body burst into flames. Images flashed through your mind and when you opened your eyes, everything moved in slow motion.

You looked to your left, watching the assassin's fist fly closer and closer. You tried to take a step back, but your body seemed to switch into auto pilot. In one smooth motion you blocked her wrist, and almost as fast jabbed her side with a harsh blow.

Natasha stumbled back, stunned. You looked down at your hands, like it was the first time you were actually seeing them. Holy shit.

“Oh God, Nat. I didn't mean to!"

Another fist flew at you, to which you ducked, dropping into a squat position you kicked your right leg out. In the same motion you twisted your body, sweeping your foot across the mat and taking Nat down as she gasped. You looked up at her, eyes wide and panting. What the-

"Fuck." Bucky finished your thought. Natasha rubbed her hip in discomfort as she reached for Bucky's hand, pulling her up.

"What the hell was that?" She challenged. You stood, stumbling back a few paces and raising your hands in surrender. What the hell had just happened?

"I- I don't know..." You stuttered, "Nat, I'm so, so sorry I-'' she waved her hand stopping you.

"I'm fine, don’t ever apologise for kicking someone's ass... Maybe you remembered something after all?" She spoke, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow sarcastically.

"My turn." Bucky rumbled. You would have frozen at the darkness in his voice, but your instincts kicked in. The soldier leaned back on his right foot, sending his left rocketing through the air and towards your face. Fire erupted through your body again, startling you awake.

Gracefully you wrapped your arm around Bucky's impending kick, absorbing the blow. His sheer strength made you stumble back a little, but you quickly slid back into the routine.

"Попался” Gotcha’, you smirked. Bucky looked at you, mouth slightly agape.

“What did you just-” He didn't have a chance to finish as you twisted your body, bringing your elbow up delivering it down onto his shoulder with a loud crack. You finished him off with a swift kick through his legs, tackling him to the floor.

"Ow," he mumbled through jagged breaths. You gawked at him in disbelief, holding his hands above his head, straddling the super soldier's waist. Bucky shifted slightly, realising the compromising position you both were in.

"Gotta hand it to ya, punk. That one actually tickled." He chuckled, as you removed your hands from his wrists. He noticed your body was still unmoving, eyes almost glassy. Carefully he tapped your thigh, knocking you back into reality. You physically shook your head, trying to center yourself.

"What happened?" You asked, still straddling Bucky. He looked at you quizzically, trying to read your face for any answers, but came up short.

"Y/n, I think we need to talk to Shuri again." He offered, picking you up by the waist and helping you off the mat.

"Yeah, I think that's probably a good idea." You said, staring wide eyed at the two former assassins.

When you entered the lab, you noticed Shuri was still there. She paced around the room, picking up sheets of paper, scanning them quickly before she looked at the hologram.

"Not possible." She breathed, still unaware of your presence. Bucky cleared his throat, alerting the engineer to the three of you.

"Holy crap!" She jolted. "Hasn't anyone ever told you not to sneak up on a girl with an endless arsonal of deadly weapons before?" Shuri clutched her heart, steadying her breath.

"No, actually." You voiced. Buck coughed trying to cover his laugh.

"Listen, babe. It's important," Nat started, entering the lab further and hoisting her petite figure onto an examining table. "Y/n just handed Bucky his tight ass without breaking a sweat, so we were just wondering... What the fuck?" She emphasized that last word with a raised brow and wide eyes. Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes as if to say 'she hit you too.' You thought it was probably the cutest thing in the world, watching the former assassin stuff his hands into his pockets and glare at her like he was a kid.

"Y/n, how do you feel?" Shuri spoke, ignoring Natasha, which didn't bother her as she swung her legs daintily off the table.

"Um, fine I think. I'm a little tired but besides that-"

"What's happening here?" Captain America suddenly boomed, storming into the lab. You flinched, startled by his loud voice. Both Nat and Bucky look totally unfazed while Shuri only rolled her eyes. I guess Captains mood swings were a normalcy around here.

Natasha explained the situation to him while he passed the room, arms crossed and a scowl permanently glued to his face.

"How could you let this happen?" Steve finally barked, pointing an accusatory finger at Shuri. You thought if he had spoken to you like that you would melt away, but the small teen only scoffed and brushed him off.

"Hold up, Boomer. I didn't let anything happen. You brought her to me." She started, looking at you almost apologetically. "You told me to find Y/n's memories. That's what I'm doing. Unless you think you could do a better job with your zero years of education and that dinner plate you call a 'shield?'" She scoffed and went back to looking at her computer.

“You made my shield” Steve huffed under his breath.

“Uh, no. How dare you? I would never, the thing is incredibly impractical. I did make it better though.” Shuri mocked the Captain. Jeesh, the girl truly had balls, that's for sure.

"How do you feel?" Steve questioned. It took you a solid five seconds to realise he was looking at you.

"Oh, I'm fine. Yeah, I'm fine. Just really confused." You mumbled, terrified you were going to set the Super Soldier off again.

“Well I can shed some light, would that be okay with you, old man?” Shuri spoke sarcastically to Steve. He only rolled his eyes and waved his hand motioning her to carry on.

“I ran your blood through a few tests. I don't know how I didn’t see this before. I mean it's right in front of us. You failed the drug test. By like, a lot. Which I thought was weird but to each their own ya know? Anyways, I looked into it and your body is literally emanating radiation, which got me thinking. The only people I know who literally sweat steroids are-”

“She’s a Super Soldier.” Steve interrupted. You stared at him wide eyes and back to Shuri. This wasn't possible. You didn't feel super. Actually you felt pretty crappy, to say the least.

“Not exactly. At least, Y/n doesn't have the same chemical compound as you. Whatever serum she's drugged up on, it's not one I've ever seen before.” Shuri finished, holding a test tube of your blood up and analysing it. You felt like you were going to throw up. You didn't know if it was the chaos of the situation or the fun new information that past life Y/n was a steroid junky but it was enough to make you lightheaded. You stumbled back a few paces, uneasy on your feet. A strong arm wrapped itself around your waist, steading you before you could fall. You looked up at Bucky's warm smile suddenly feeling a little more at ease. Gotcha. He mouthed, and you took a deep breath. I am calm, I am okay… Just, breathe.

Ten minutes later and a bunch of arguing the room finally stilled. Shuri explained how she suspected Hydra had a weapon similar to the super-soldier serum, only more complex. The whole thing made very little sense to you.

"Why would Hydra inject me with the serum?" You argued, skeptically.

"Because, they physically couldn't make another drop. Y/n destroyed the lab with all their research. The one they gave to her was the first of its kind. It's flawed and unpredictable. Without her cooperating, recreating a serum was impossible. However, if they injected it into our friend here, they could monitor how it developed in a controlled environment." Shuri explained.

"So, you think the serum they gave me is their super secret weapon?" You asked, stunned. Shuri only nodded.

“You're the blueprint…” Bucky mumbled under his breath. You didn't know if he had meant for you to hear as no one else in the room seemed to notice he had even spoken.

"And you're sure it's in Y/n's system?" Nat asked, her eyes scanning over you.

"I mean, I guess there's only one way to know for sure. I have this…theory. I could be wrong, but I highly doubt it… Y/n, I think it's time you meet our resident teenage witch."

You followed the team into what looked they're common room. Plasma TVs hung on the walls and large floor length windows lined the room.

There sitting on the long couch was a girl. She looked to be about your age, maybe a little younger. You watched as red ribbons of electricity shot out of her hands and through the air like dangerous waves. The small tv remote hovered mid air as her red tendrils held it.

"Maximoff, front and center!" Steve announced loudly, startling the girl causing her to rocket the remote through the air. It flew past you, an inch from your face as it crumbled into the wall behind you.

"Holy shit!" You screamed, ducking as a delayed reaction and holding your hands over your head.

"Language..." Steve lectured under his breath. You mouthed a 'sorry' and stood up again.

"Didn't mean to startle you, I just have someone I'd like you to meet. He gestured towards you as her eyes followed.

"Hi." You spoke quietly. She smiled kindly and spoke apologetically, "Hi. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to throw electronics at you." She shrugged.

"Occupational hazard when you're around me. It's kinda' my thing." You chuckled at that.

"Perfect. Now that you've met... Wanda, will you please fight Y/n." Shuri spoke dryly. The girl, Wanda, looked from Shuri to you.

"Um, no?" You blurted looking at Shuri absolutely terrified. There was no way you were fighting this chick. She just fired a remote at your head with the ease and strength of a shotgun. Hell no.

"Please, you won't hurt her. It's for science." Shuri shrugged, but you weren't sold.

"Yeah, that's not happening. There's gotta be another way we can test your theory." You shook your head frantically. Wanda looked slightly intrigued, crawling across the couch and perching on the arm rest.

"What exactly would you have me do, Shuri?" She questioned, looking wickedly dangerous. The small engineer grinned, crossing her arms over each other.

"Do what we practiced." She cooed, dryly.

The team behind you took a few steps back. You hadn't realised they had deserted you until it was too late. Wanda created a small red blast of electricity in her palm. You watched as she shaped it like a snowball, carefully dropping it between her hands. You watched in awe as it sizzled and sparked between her fingers.

“I really, really don't like this idea.” You voiced, looking back at Steve and Shuri, who only watched in anticipation.

You turned back to face her as the energy surged towards your body. Before it could explode you crossed your arm over your face protecting yourself from its inevitable blow. But it never came.

Carefully you opened one eye, and then the other. More people now gathered in the common room. You looked around at their faces, landing on Bucky who, unlike his teammates looked horrified. You looked down at your hands then, and what you saw made you choke out a gasp.

Your whole body was glowing with the same red electricity Wanda has thrown at you. Your eyes darted up to her and she just stared at you in shock.

"What the hell is happening right now?" You yelled, terrified and feeling like your whole body was vibrating.

"Exactly what I thought would happen. You've absorbed Wanda's powers." Shuri spoke matter of fact, like this kind of thing happened every day. I guess with these people it did.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Bucky demanded. He felt powerless as he watched the Witch’s energy circled around you. You nodded, reassuringly. Though you didn't know if you believed it.

"Okay, what do I do. I don't want this-" you reached your arms out and with a bright flash of red, the electricity exploded from your hands, throwing Wanda off her seat and hurling her backwards. Quickly she caught herself mid air before she crashed through the window, hovering above the floor.

"Holy crap" She screamed, checking she was all in one piece "I sincerely apologise to anyone I've done that to. That really stings." She winced as she landed back on the ground.

"Shit, I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry!" You crossed the room, making sure she was okay.

Wanda laughed, "You sure do make a great first impression." She spoke sarcastically. You half smiled, not knowing how you could help.

"I guess that's kinda' my thing." You spoke, causing a dazzling smile to dance across Wanda's pink lips.

"This is so exciting! I’m going to run back to the lab and run a few more tests. Obviously you aren't able to control how you absorb your opponents powers. You're going to have to practice before we can try that again." Shuri spoke, tearing you away from your exchange with Wanda.

"I am not doing that again." You argued, horrified that you almost chucked Wanda out a plate glass window.

"Sure you are. Come now, science experiment, let's see what else you can do." You huffed and followed Shuri’s voice.

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