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Summer Lovin' - Surfer!Jake Kiszka | Chapter 2

a/n: starting to see a bit more of jake! :) i promise things will get exciting soon, i’m just trying take my time with this project and make it something i’m super proud of 💕

The days go by and now, you are finally settled into your home for the next three months. All of your stuff was put away and the small amount of decorations that you usually bring with you to put up were out. This included photos of friends and family, a new set of fairy lights for when you want limited lighting at night, and some shells and such that you’ve found on past trips.

The day after you went to the beach, Hazel came to your room to apologize for her actions when it came to dealing with you watching Jake. You just brushed it off, knowing that she didn’t mean it with ill intent, and told her that you were still jet-lagged, so you were a bit snippy.

The smell of pancakes and bacon awakes you from your slumber, and you rise out of bed and throw on a hoodie that was balled up in the chair right next to the window. Walking out into the kitchen and dining room, you find Donovan sitting at the table, coloring in his activity book to pass time.

“Got any plans today?” Your mom asks you as you take a seat at the head of the table, a couple seats away from Donovan.

“I was just thinking of laying around and reading. I got a little burnt yesterday so I don’t want to go back out in the sun,” you explain, letting out a yawn.

“Will you take me to the maritime museum?” Donovan looks up from his book to ask you.

“What’s that?” You wonder just as your mom sets a plate down in front of both of you, walking back into the kitchen.

“It’s got stuff about like boats and how people crossed oceans and shipped stuff,” he explains vaguely, but well enough for an eight-year-old. He has always been interested in pirates and things alike, but especially things like boats and ships, from the 1500s to Titanic, to modern times with cruise ships and all.

“Sure, that sounds fun.”

Soon enough, after finishing breakfast and getting dressed, you and Donovan were taking the short walk from your house to the maritime museum that was right near the pier, a one-story museum, though it seemed pretty big from the outside.

Today, with it being Tuesday, kids under ten got in for free, so you just had to pay for your own admission, which was a quick and easy process.

“And would you like to do the guided tour for kids?” The lady working at the desk asks after handing you your card back. Looking down at Donovan, he excitedly nods, eliciting a small laugh from you. You glance back up and smile at the woman and nod.

“Yes, please.”

“Great. Just stand off to the side over here and your tour guide should be out soon.”

Donovan skips over to the group of adults and kids waiting, and you take a second to look around the open space. Small models of ships sat a few feet apart with descriptions of them on a plaque in front of it, and a few paintings hung on the walls here and there.

The biggest one was of a ship during what appeared to be a storm, the waves crashing against the wood, a huge contrast from the dark blue sea and white wisps that give the water dimension and a sense of movement.

As you are gazing around, a loud voice rings out through the hall, grabbing the attention of the group you are standing with.

“Aye kiddos! I hear that yer wantin’ to take a tour through this here museum!” The tour guide appears shouting, dressed as a pirate with an eye patch, a fake parrot on his shoulder, and a puffy black shirt with a white ruffled undershirt, typical pirate attire. And, to top everything off, a brimmed hat sat perfectly on his blond locks.

Even through the costume and obviously fake accent, you recognized him right away. The unique and cute curve of his button nose, his structured jawline, and the gold hoops that sat in his earlobes gave him away; but you weren’t going to make that known.

“My name’s Jake, and if you have any questions about anything, feel free to stop and ask. Aye?”

The kids all respond with a collective “aye” and Jake chuckles before stepping back.

“If you guys would follow me, we will get started. So here, we have a model of the very first merchant ship that was recorded.”

Jake explains the story behind the ship, what was mainly transported, and from what countries. He explained what working on the crew would have been like, who was in charge of setting the sails and everything, and who was in charge of unloading the supplies when docked. Of course, while keeping his accent up, and making it less boring so the kids didn’t lose interest.

“And we move on to this next ship, which was built not too long after the first, but had major improvements. More wood slats so that it was stronger against harsh currents, bigger sails, lots of things!”

The parents and guardians all stand behind the group of kids crowded around the model, and as they look over the ship, Jake’s eyes - or well, eye - darts over to you, as if he recognizes you as well. A small grin tugs at the corners of his lips, but he goes right back to the group.

“Okay. I’m gonna bring you into this next part, and I think you’re gonna like this one a lot,” he gestures for everyone to follow, the children giggling as he excitedly moves on.

There was a small area with a very small scale version of the docus just outside of the building, however, it was interactive and made for children to play in. Water filled the one end, simulating the ocean, that got shallower as it got closer to the docks. There were also toy ships and small sail boats floating in the water, as well as small brown blocks that were similar to packages.

“Here is where you can pretend to be a crew member of a ship, sailing the seas and docking your ship. Go ahead! Have a little fun! Parents, don’t worry, there are paper towels and a bathroom if you need to dry off clothes.”

Everyone chuckles altogether as the group of kids plays and splashes in the water. You were talking to a couple moms, explaining how he’s your little brother and he wanted to come here today, when Jake catches your eye again. However this time, his eye patch was resting on his forehead, so both of his gorgeous brown irises were visible.

With a smirk, he sends you a wink, locking his hands behind his back and swaying back and forth on his feet. Looking away, you check back in on Donovan, who is laughing and pushing the fake ships with another kid that appeared to be around his age.

After a few more minutes, everyone gathers their child and dries them off with paper towels. Donovan took it upon himself to wipe his arms, and thankfully, his shirt didn’t get too wet so he wasn’t going to be too uncomfortable for the rest of the tour.

Jake stands off on the other side of the wall where a large screen sits, with a very detailed frame of what appeared to be the beach, shells, ships, everything you associate the beach with. Jake stands in front of the screen with a piece of paper and holds his hand up to quiet the group down.

“Moving on! We have another little activity for you guys. You’re going to color your own ships! And then…you put your piece of paper under this scanner, and watch as magic happens…” His voice tapers off as he turns around, sets the paper underneath the scanner he pointed to, and within a few seconds, a digital image of the ship that was colored in appeared on the screen.

‘Oohs’, ‘ahhs’, and excited cheers ring through the group, and Jake brings them over to a section of small tables, all with photos of the same pirate ship and markers to color with. Just like before, the parents converse amongst themselves to pass time, but you take a moment to look around the room.

You come up to a painting of a rich merchant, studying the details and reading the plaque that explains his life and how he became the most successful merchant in Newport, or what is known as Newport today.

“Do you happen to be stalking me?” Whipping around, you find Jake standing behind you, his eye patch still off, a playful smirk on his lips. For the moment, his voice was back to normal, the soft, velvety sound you already grew to know so well, just based on not even ten minutes of being in his shop.

You feel heat rise up your neck and you glance over at Donovan, coloring away at his paper, looking over at his new friend’s work.

“Oh, uh, n-no. I promise I’m not. It’s-it’s just that we’re here for the summer and finding stuff to do and it’s just a very weird coincidence that-”

“Relax, love, I’m only teasing,” he cuts your blabbering off with a gentle touch to your arm. Immediately, your skin feels like it’s on fire from it, and even after his fingertips are no longer touching you.

It’s a dizzying feeling, really. And you just wanted more.

“Oh. Well, my family just got here for the summer and my brother wanted to come here today since I had no plans.”

“No plans? You should try surfing,” he winks. You chuckle awkwardly.

“I’m not sure I’d be so good,” you attempt to lie, but Jake catches it.

“It’s a good thing you met me, though. I’m a pro. I’ll help you.” Again, you try to be nice and decline his offer, but he reaches out for you again, his fingers brushing along forearm.

“Um, I p-prefer to just sit on the beach, read, look for shells, maybe walk along the shoreline. I’m not really a sporty type so I don’t think I’d do so hot.” Jake just laughs and shrugs it off.

“If you ever change your mind, you know where my shop is.” With that, he walks over to the kids, a couple of whom finished their coloring and were ready to turn their masterpieces into a moving picture.

Jake helps the kids one by one scan their photos and step back to watch as their ship pops up, moving with the ebb and flow of the waves being projected on the screen.

“That is a lovely boat, young lady! My crew should’ve had you construct the Iron Rose for us back when she was destroyed amongst the waves!” He compliments a young girl’s design, reverting back to his pirate voice and persona.

When Donovan’s turn to put his ship up, he stands there as Jake scans it, and just like he does with every kid, he gasps in awe at how cool it looks, and gives him a high five. Donovan runs right over to you, pointing to the screen.

“Do you see my ship? It looks so cool, right?” He asks. Gazing up, you find his ship immediately, as you were watching the whole ordeal play out. Well…you were watching Jake interact with the kids, it is very charming.

“I do! It looks really good!”

“I modeled it after the Oseberg Ship in Norway, the most well-preserved Viking ship.”

“Oh yeah, I remember you telling me about that one. I see it now!”

A few more kids are left to scan their pages, and with each one, you study him. How he kneels down to their height for a moment to look over their design, then standing back up to help them put it underneath the scanner. How he points to the side of the screen that their ship pops out on and how he manages to put a huge grin on every single kids’ face.

Soon enough, Jake regroups everyone to continue the rest of the tour. And at the end, he asked if anyone had any questions. Of course, with kids being kids, they have to ask questions that don’t entirely matter, but they have this sort of…morbid curiosity about.

“What happened to the sailors that were lost at sea? Were they eaten by sharks?” A kid near the front asks. The thought makes your blood run cold, and you want to so badly walk away.

“Well, there are some that we assume were either eaten by sharks, but a majority of them just drowned. The seas are a very scary place!”

With that sentence, you take a few steps back and walk to the other side, though unfortunately, Jake’s voice was carrying through the echoing room. And, as much as he tried to not look away, he couldn’t help but notice the way you walked off, trying to hide the concerned look growing on his face.

As they continue to ask questions, you try and focus hard on reading the plaques placed around with information about pieces or looking out the window at the docks and the people passing by. Jake clapping loudly brings you back down to earth, though.

“Alright, well that concludes this tour. I hope everyone enjoyed it and come back and see us sometime soon! Argh!” You can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips as you walk back over to find Donovan.

“You wanna buy something from the gift shop?” You ask. He nods eagerly and takes off, allowing you to hang back for a bit.

“Hey, are you alright? You walked off near the end there,” Jake comes up to you, his hat off, the accent dropped, and the eye patch completely removed from his head.

“Yeah, yeah. I just missed some of the pieces in that area and wanted to see them.”

Before Jake can respond, you walk away, and he sighs softly, watching as you find your little brother, who excitedly holds up a replica ship model made of plastic. Jake walks over to a co-worker of his, who follows his gaze to you.

“Someting up?” The young guy asks the blond man, still somewhat dressed as a pirate.

“I keep seeing her and I want to get to know her, but she’s…”

“Refusing? Rejecting you?”

“She just seems…not interested.” Jake’s expression falls as you walk over to the counter, trying to ignore him, but it’s hard. You were still trying to come down from the slight panic you had at the topic that was brought up.

Jake sighs softly again and walks to the back room, not knowing that your eyes were following him the entire time he walked away.

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softwebss · 2 years

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Oh m gee girl the last fanfic you wrote was just >>>> *chefs kiss* loved it- also act you knowing who I am hehehhshshde you might or might not ill never tell ;) anyway cos im obsessed with Peter Parker…. hc mcu! Peter Parker meeting y/n and falling in love with her in first sight, and doing everything he can to get her to like him~ bonus points if my dude mr. stark or Loki (loml) helps him flirt with herrr~~~~

🌸 anon <3

Oblivious (( peter parker x reader )) ♡ author's note: Flower anon you sure are cheeky >:D thank you for feeding ur hopeless writer with ideas huhuhuhu~ also im changing this bit format cos the old one looks horribly OOGLY ehhehsswdwdfsfs- also this is placed after homecoming but before far from home (aka when tony stark is alive because i refuse to believe he's dead lmao *cries*)

♡ synopsis: peter parker meeting y/n and falls in love in first sight, and tells her unexpectedly. strangers to best friends to lovers au.

♡ pairings: peter parker x fem!reader, platonic! loki x peter parker, platonic! tony x peter parker

♡ word count:

♡ warnings: fluff, strangers to best friends to lovers au, mild swearing, one sexual reference because tony blackmailed me and forced me to write that >:((, peter being a flustered MESS because I love him that way skdjksjsf

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You were the newest intern at Stark Industries. You couldn’t have imagine how you got in, compared to the hundreds of other people who applied. You squirmed into the building, awestruck at how the building was so large. You hitched your breath and kept the files close to your chest. A bag was pulled by your right hand, and as you entered the place you stopped to admire the architecture of it.

The place was bustling with fancy men and women in suits. You flushed, looking down to your attire. A casual oversized hoodie with a pair of black tights. Your hair was let open, and you thought you looked like a mess compared to everyone else.

All the posh ladies had their hair tied either in a bun or a ponytail. You shuffled through your purse to check if you had a spare scrunchie.

You suddenly heard a loud crash from behind. Startled you stumbled back. Before you could say anything, someone ran into you, pushing you back and making you drop all the files and paperwork.

“Not this,“ you mumbled, running a hand through your hair. This was not a good start to your day.

You bent down to pick the papers up, when an unfamiliar boy came to help you. He picked the files up before you could react and handed them over to you, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Who-“ You were cut off by him apologising.

“I’m so sorry for shoving you, “ The boy went on, “I was running late and didn’t see you and I-“

“It’s fine,”

“You could’ve gotten hurt-“ “Nah,” You shrugged, “It really isn’t that big of a deal,”

The boy looked about your age. A bit taller than you, and he dressed around the same way. He was wearing a bone white shirt which read a geeky science joke. His curly brown hair reminded you of that one fictional character you had a crush on in first grade. The resemblance was uncanny.

“It isn’t every day you knock a pretty girl over,” He blushed, putting his hand in his pocket. “Why don’t I treat you for a cup of coffee to pay you back?”

Your cheeks reddened. The feeling of heat rose in your face. “I would- err- love to but,” you started, “I’m an intern here and if I bunk my first day, Mr. Stark would probably have a bad impression of me.”

He burst out in a grin. “I know Mr. Stark personally, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you do it once. And I’ll obviously tell him I initiated the idea if he asks.”

You debated if you should go or not.

‘Heck,’ you thought to yourself, ‘I get the chance to talk to a cute guy who doesn’t think I’m a idiot for once, I’m not getting rid of this chance’

“It’s a date then!” You smirked, watching him blush.

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Two months passed by. You were currently Mr. Stark’s favourite intern. Now that you knew Peter Parker (the boy) was also interning, you could spend all your time with him. You hanged out with the Avengers with him, and told all your secrets to him.

One time you caught Peter changing out of his Spiderman suit, and knew why he was disappearing at random times and why he knew everything about the Avengers (mainly because he is one)

Peter was your best friend, you couldn’t imagine what you’d do without him. He sneaked in your room during the night and talked to you for hours. You never told him about your little crush, scared that he wouldn’t return the feelings for you.

Little did you know, he was falling hard. From the moment he saw you, he was in love. Peter would do anything to steal little moments with you, from almost losing Aunt May’s trust from visiting you every night, to showing you top secret inventions in Tony’s lab. When you were in concentration to do anything, he stopped whatever he was supposed to do, and stared at you, taking in the essence of your elegancy (even when you were stuffing food in your face which did not look elegant to everyone but him)

Thing was, you didn't notice. This was the first time you had a best friend, and you couldn't draw the line between romantic or friendly. Peter would buy you a box of your favourite chocolate and the whole series of that one book series you've been wanting for the past week, and you'd say it was a 'best friend thing' as Natasha smirked evilly and Clint laughed hysterically

"BEST- OH GOD SAVE ME- NAT DID YOU HEAR THAT- AHAHAHAHA-" Clint wheezed. "Don't tease the young lovers," Natasha rolled her eyes playfully. "He isn't in love with me!" You exclaimed. "Suuureeee he isn't," Clint grinned, "The same way I don't think Thor is the hottest avenger." "Gaaaaayyyyyy," Tony yelled from across the room. "Like you don't think the same, Tin Can!" Clint stuck his tongue out

You huffed and walked out. Stupid Avengers. —

"She's so cute..." Peter thought out loud, from behind the entryway of the kitchen. You were doing your math homework on the kitchen counter, and you threatened to kill anyone who disturbed you.

Tony, who was making pasta in the, leaned back. "You think so?" He mused.

Peter stumbled back and balanced himself, scared from Tony's outburst. "Oh- mister Stark- h..hihi!" He said all too quickly. "I Didn't- didn't see ya- oh boy I did not see you there- haha-"

Tony raised and eyebrow and walked towards peter, draping an arm around him. "First of all kid, she has her headphones on so she can't hear us even if we scream," He said, "Second of all, cut the shit son." "What?" "Yeah, We know you like her" "WHAT!?"

Tony sighed. "It's not like you're hiding it well, you're acting like a lovesick dork around her."

Peter flushed. "I don't act like-" "You almost tripped on the stairs and broke your nose trying to give her roses on her birthday." "It was her birthday! I couldn't not give her something!" "Roses, parker. You gave her roses and you expect me to think you don't like her romantically."

Peter bit his lip. "Maybe I... Maybe I do have a small crush on her-" "Small?" "Fineeeeee, a big crush," He murmured, "But I know she'll never like a loser like me..."

Tony shrugged, glancing back at him, and then you. "Don't worry, kid. I have a few tricks up my sleeve." A smirk was plastered across his face, and Peter knew trouble was brewing.

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"No, No I am not doing this," Peter vigorously shook his head, talking to this earpiece attached to his ear, where he could communicate with Tony and a specific mischievous god who overheard their little 'conversation' in the kitchen island when he sought some Swedish Fish He wore a slick black suit and tie, personally tailored by Loki, who took an interest at the 'spiderling's love life.'

There was a prayer to Freya, norse goddess of love, sewn on the cuffs in gold and tints of red, for good luck.

"Small Spiderling," Loki comforted, his silky smooth voice instantly calming Peter, "I have seen you with Lady Y/N. It is no secret that you have feelings for her, she is an impressively kind and considerate woman."

"I mean, loads of other guys like her too, y'know," Peter whispered into the bug.

"Trust me," Loki smirked, "I have my ways of guessing. 99.999% I'm right!" "If you aren't- I swear I'm gonna chop your horns off, Reindeer Games," Scowled Tony.

Peter took a deep breath, standing at your door, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers. "Kid, you did this before. Why can't ya do it now?" Tony asked through the earpiece.

"Because I wasn't confessing my eternal love for her that time!" Peter grumbled. He nervously knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer.

You swung it open, and were delighted at the sight of him. "Peter!" You said, gesturing him to come in. "I didn't know you were coming tonight!"

He flushed and handed the flowers over to you, "These- These are uh- for err.. for you," Peter stumbled on his words.

You twinkled, taking them from his hand. "These are wonderful, Petey!" You sniffed them, taking in the smell blissfully. "But.. What's the occasion?" you asked obliviously. Tony facepalmed from his end.

"Oh," He started, "I just, uh, wanted to tell you something for a, errr, long time."

You didn't hear him, and instead went inside to keep the flowers in water.

Tony groaned at your sickly sweetness. "Just do it already, spandex-man!"

Peter sat at the edge of your sofa, regretting listening to the two men. He just couldn't have been just friends. Hell, this could ruin your friendship!

He would rather be a platonic interest in your life than not even be in your life. He was sure you'd hate him if he said the dreading three words. How was a girl like you supposed to like a boy like him?

"How?" He murmured. You had your back turned to put the flowers in a pot.

"Just slide over with a seductive smile and confess. Who knows, you might even get laid today!"

"MISTER STARKKKKK!" Peter gasped. You turned around on your heel and furrowed your eyebrows.

"Is anything wrong, Petey?" You inquired. "N-nope!" his heart warmed at the affectionate nickname. The poor boy couldn't help but be a flustered mess. "Oooookaayyyyy" You said, giggling, and facing the other way.

Peter straightened his suit and fixed his tie, walking towards you. 'It was now or never' Loki stated.

"Petey?" You asked, at the sudden stance of him towering over you. You set the vase aside and focused on him. His impeccable jawline looked so sharp and dashing, that you almost forgot about the bumbling boy who you talked to all the time.

The room was getting a bit heated, and you just noticed this was the first time you saw him in a suit. No, not a superhero suit, but a proper tuxedo. "I have to tell you a secret," He started.

"And what is that?" You flaunted, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. "Do as we practiced," Loki demanded. Peter scrunched his nose and bent lower, looking you straight in the eye. You stood still, afraid to move a muscle. Was this charming boy, your Peter?

"You do know I'm the best secret keeper to ever exist. right?" You nervously bantered, a smile tugging at the edge of your face. "Promise not to tell anyone," He said breathily, his face meeting yours. You leant toward him, taking in the essence of his cologne. "I won't, promise," You whispered, dead serious. From across the line, Loki and Tony smirked deviously.

"You swear?" "I swear," "You really aren't going to tell anyone?" "Not a soul," "Not even your best friends, MJ or Betty?" "Just tell me already, you idiot!" You huffed.

Peter tilted his head and put and finger to your chin, raising it to meet his eyes. You stuck your tongue out playfully, rolling your eyes. Peter broke out from his sudden seriousness and laughed. You couldn't help but join in.

"Dude, what was that?" You wheezed incredulously.

"I'm sorry!" He cringed. He couldn't stop letting out loose laughter. Tony guffawed loudly from his end. Loki facepalmed at how badly his plan went.

The sight of you snickering hysterically, the light of the sun from the windows hitting you in such a way, that you looked ethereal, made his heart soar.

"I love you so much," Peter breathed out giddily. You paused, looking at him in awe.

"Petey," You mumbled in a small voice, "Did you just say you... you loved me?" "Uhhh-" Peter's face was beet red. He stammered gibberish and avoided your eye contact, when you pulled him toward you by the collar. You kissed him tenderly, and he felt extremely ambiguous from it. Your lips crashed against each other, locking into his. His entire body buzzed from the unexpected smooch. His cheeks were burning up, and his lungs clenched. You ran your fingers through his hair, messing it up. He rested a hand on your hip, pulling you against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and grinned eagerly through the kiss. You broke free and saw his stunned expression, and let out a loose chuckle. He caressed your face gingerly.

"Took you long enough," a snarky remark escaped you. Loki and Tony smiled knowingly, realising what the long silence meant. "I love you too."

"You don't know how relieved I am to hear an oblivious idiot like you say that,"

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #mcu! peter fluff

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sopejinsunflower · 2 years

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2022.001.009: The Cat and The Car

a/n: this is the longest chapter so far (9k) but I feel like the majority of it is just about a cat lol pls bear with me. I promise you this cat is significant.

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Monday blues are the worst, made even worse at the fact that the knowledge that there are seven men in the house with me no longer excites me like it did before. Should not excite me like before after what I learnt yesterday.

I heave a sigh and drag myself out of bed to get washed and dressed. I don’t even put much effort; putting on the first thing my hand could reach (the green tie-dye hoodie perched on my desk chair) and a pair of jeans, light makeup to cover the dark circles around my eyes and my pale cheeks. I go down to breakfast without even bothering to invite them down with me, walking past their doors without another look. I felt just slightly ashamed and only hoped they hadn’t noticed the way I had looked at them these past couple of days.

I sit down at the dining table, not even noticing that no placemats have been prepared for the other seven, or three since the oldest four should be at work, keeping my head down and munching on the piece of toast that tastes like cardboard. Mrs Oliviera comes in to pour me my cup of tea and she does a small double take when she sees me. I pay her no mind, not even looking up at her, pretending to be busy scrolling through Twitter to check on the news in case the world had imploded along with my self-esteem last night.

It hadn’t, unfortunately. I put down my phone and that’s when I finally notice the housekeeper waffling by the doorway that leads to the kitchen, twisting and untwisting her apron in her hands. I blink up at her. “What’s the matter?”

She seems to be looking down at my hoodie and I follow her gaze, checking to see if I got jam on it. Nothing. It looks clean. “Something wrong?” I ask, puzzled.

“Whose hoodie is that?” she asks through a tight voice.

I raise an eyebrow, not comprehending. “What do you mean?”

“It’s too big for you,” she mutters, eyebrows furrowing.

I shrug at her. “It’s just oversized. I told you, it’s just fashion.” I wash down the toast with my tea, avoiding her eyes to hide the fact that it’s a complete lie. It makes me wonder if she knows that it came from the attic, from one of the closets upstairs. Does she memorise the clothes stored there?

Mrs Oliviera looks like she still has more to say but just then Mr Chang appears behind her, looking excited, gesturing for me to come with him. “Good, you’re awake. Hurry, come.”

Curious, I get up to follow him through the kitchen but Mrs Oliviera stands in my way. She looked a little appalled that I was about to enter the kitchen. “The landlady shouldn’t be in the back parts of the house,” she says in a sort of high-pitched, panicked tone. “It’s inappropriate and messy and you should go around-”

“Seriously,” I say, impatient because Mr Chang didn’t wait for me. “I really don’t care what the kitchen looks like and if it’s messy then shouldn’t you guys be maintaining it? Health hazard and all.”

I push past her and go straight to the kitchen trying to find the back door that leads to the back of the house. The cook looks alarmed at my presence, rushing forward and speaking in a heavy French accent. “Mademoiselle, what are you doing here? The lady shouldn’t be back here.” For a man with his look, a constant frown on his forehead, he had a sort of pitched voice that tickled my funny bone. I try hard not to smirk, pursing my lips together.

I look around the kitchen then, taking in the place. It’s my first time and honestly, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting but surely not this. The place looks like one of those huge kitchens in a high-end restaurant; the floors wiped clean, the pots and pans that hang over the multiple stoves gleaming, the variety of silver Japanese knives sticking to the wall look like they could cut with just a touch, the stainless steel island in the middle of the room looks like it’s never been used, spotless and shiny.

There are two industrial refrigerators and two huge freezers next to them, humming quietly in one corner. Cabinets line the walls, both the top and bottom halves, and an array of kitchen appliances are arranged neatly on one side of the wall - a microwave oven, a fancy coffee maker, two air fryers, blenders of different sizes and kinds, a huge rice cooker. There was even a deep fryer in another corner. The kitchen is bright and there’s a pot of something on the stove that smells heavenly.

“I’m just passing through,” I explain as I look around in awe. The place looks like it could cater to a meal for twenty. Had there been more employees back in the old days, back when my grandaunt had been alive? “I really don’t know what the fuss is about but the kitchen is amazing! Why can’t I come in? What if I want to cook things for myself?”

There’s a look of horror on Jean’s face and he squeaks out, “Nononono, that is my job, mademoiselle. My job. Is my cooking not to your liking? Is there something I should change? Just let me know and I can do it ten times better!”

I laugh, unable to take him seriously when it looks like his moustache is talking instead of his mouth. “No, that’s not what I mean. Not at all. Sometimes I just want a cup noodle or instant ramen-”

“I can make them! I can make anything you want!”

~~~

With each raised note of the cook’s voice, Jin and Jungkook are both doubled over each other, laughing so hard that snot is coming out of Jungkook’s nose and Jin has tears down his reddening cheeks.

But Taehyung and Hoseok have it worse, holding their stomachs as they roll around the floor, laughing so hard no sound is coming out of their opened mouths. Jimin is holding on to Namjoon’s arm, the bigger man had caught him before he toppled over to the side, holding him steady by the waist. Laughter among the seven of them has the same effect as a domino set; when it hits one, it hits all of them in one fell swoop. Literally.

They can’t help but focus on Jean’s thick, handlebar moustache that covers his mouth, wriggling with every word the cook speaks. Combined with his unsuitable high-pitched voice, Jimin could barely stand anymore, laughing so hard his stomach hurts. They had almost forgotten about Jean, about why exactly they avoided the kitchen back then, mostly to not offend him. Jean is an excellent cook, would’ve been a Michelin star chef if he had had worked in a restaurant, but Namjoon can just imagine the chaos his kitchen would be in if he had been in charge of one.

Like Ollie, Jean’s family had also served the manor. Most of his skills came from his father and grandfather and the ones before that, secret recipes or personal creations passed down from one generation to the next, perfected each time a new cook steps up. And like Ollie, Jean is also very much privy to the reality of the seven men in the attic. But unlike Ollie, he had been thrilled to learn about the men coming back downstairs. He doesn’t know you that well yet but what he sees, he likes and he has high hopes. For what, he’s not quite sure yet but something tells him there’s a shift in the air the day you arrived.

Yoongi is the only one still upright, crossing his arms over his chest with a gummy smile on his face, trying his best to not get carried away. He’s more entertained with you struggling not to laugh too much, your face and ears growing red, the smile on your face only growing wider and wider while the cook’s frown only deepens, his moustache growing more animated as he chastised you, the lady of the house, for even thinking of lifting a hand in his domain.

Yoongi casually walks over to you, standing behind you, attracted by your lighter mood, watching your shoulders shake quietly. You’re wearing Hoseok’s old hoodie, something that didn’t escape them, the sheer size of the garment making you a lot smaller than usual. Yoongi isn’t one to show much emotion, he’s very shy about it, very private. But he can’t help the desire to swaddle you in his arms.

But instead, he settles on just touching your face, grazing the back of his fingers against your rounded cheek. The coldness that zings through you at his touch is enough to sober you up a little.

~~~

“Okay, okay,” I say, raising my hand in a give up gesture, rubbing the cold spot on my cheek. It must be from a gust of wind blowing in from the opened back door. “I won’t come in here again.”

Jean, the cook, points to me with the wooden spoon he had been holding in his hand. “Tell me what you want and I’ll make it, okay? Anything, anytime!”

I nod furiously, wrestling to get the smile off my face. “Got it. I’m just going to…” I trail off, pointing to the opened back door with my thumb. He waves me away, returning to the bubbling pot on the stove. Mrs Oliviera is nowhere to be seen. As I’m heading towards the door, something in the wall catches my eye. I pause, staring at what looks like a mini elevator but with doors that open horizontally.

The cook is busy tending to his soup. I walk closer to the wall, noticing the two buttons next to it with arrows pointing up and down. I’ve seen the dumb waiter upstairs but for some reason the one upstairs only had the down button and pressing it doesn’t really call it up for me to inspect. The doors open quite easily, revealing a tiny elevator box, but the door handle bangs against the top wall if not caught in time. The cook throws me a confused angry look, raising the wooden spoon above his head in a what-are-you-doing gesture.

“Sorry,” I mouth, shutting it closed once more and hurrying out the back door where Mr Chang had reappeared, curious to know what is keeping me. I join him outside the house and he immediately leads me towards the greenhouse. Just as I thought that he had wanted to show me a new flower or a new plant, we passed right by the greenhouse, heading straight towards the employee’s quarter.

“Where are we going?” I ask, a little breathless from keeping up with his big, excited strides. “Not the greenhouse?”

Mr Chang shakes his head. “No. We’re going to the vegetable patch.”

I’ve never been to the employees’ quarter before but I’ve seen it through the trees from my window. From the look of the chimney, I had guessed it was a cottage of sorts but as we neared the building, I realised it’s actually a lot bigger than that. It’s gated in by small white picket fences and the vegetable patch Mr Chang referred to isn’t exactly a patch. It’s a whole garden that spans the front yard of the employees’ quarter from end to end, minus the small footpath that leads up to the front door.

The whole look about the place is very warm; the door is painted red with white-panelled windows sandwiching it. Ivy creeps up the orange brick walls, creating a sort of drape over the top of the door. From the front, it doesn’t look too big, but from the sides, the house extends quite far back, more than enough for a shared house for three people. There’s also a small shed to the side, in the corner of the yard, and Mr Chang leads me there.

He pauses at the shed door, looking back at me with concern in his eyes. I raise my eyebrows at him. “What is it?”

He shifts his gaze upwards, almost as if he’s searching through his brains on what to say. Then he looks back at me, forehead creasing. “Do you remember that cat you saw?”

“The white one by the tree line?”

He cocks his head to the side but then nods. “Remember I told you that I was going to catch it because it keeps using the vegetable patch,” he gestures to the garden behind us, “as its personal toilet?”

“Yes?” I’m growing more and more curious, the suspense building. I wish he would just cough it up.

“Well,” he says, trailing off and scratching the back of his head. “Remember I said it would be better if it was indoors?”

I nod again, feeling my own eyebrows furrowing to match his deeply hooded ones. “Okay, and?”

Mr Chang sighs. “Well, I don’t think you would want to keep it. I mean, I just thought I’d still show it to you before I get rid of it.”

“What do you mean get rid of it?” I ask in alarm. “What’s wrong with it?”

“I…don’t really know,” he replies hesitantly. “But something is wrong. But I think it’s better to get rid of it.”

“That’s nonsense,” I quip, determined now to prove him wrong. “Unless it’s badly injured or something. Come on, just show it to me.”

The gardener groundskeeper sighs again, relenting this time. “Fine.” He twists the doorknob and pushes the door open with a loud creak. The inside is dark but I can see a variety of garden tools kept haphazardly inside. Broken or old pots are strewn across the floor of the shed, some on their sides. Fertiliser bags are stacked on one side of the wall, so many of them that they come up to your waist in three columns. There is only a single bare bulb in the ceiling and Mr Chang is holding on to the switch looking like he’s ready for a big reveal.

In the middle of the room, I can see a metal cage, the kind commonly used when trapping bigger animals. The cat stands in the centre of it, low on its front legs, a ready-to-pounce stance that I know well enough. Its tail swishes behind it in quick movements, looking a lot bigger than the last time I saw it, though it’s probably of the distance as well as it being puffed up.

I look at Mr Chang to signal him to turn on the light and he has this look of apprehension that I can’t quite understand. He clicks on the light and I turn back to the cat to have a proper look. Finally, I understood what he meant.

The cat, once the light blinks on, suddenly relaxes, standing up and tilting its head up to look at me curiously. The eyes are what strikes me the most, having only seen it once on a cat on social media. They are dual-toned, each eye a prominent half-blue, half-yellow that seems to glow the longer I stare at them. The cat seems to be at ease, suddenly its purring filling up the room, loud and clear like motorwork. It has the most luxurious black coat I have ever seen, fluffy and clean, no signs of being a feral cat that’s been living in the wilderness behind the manor.

I’m about to argue with Mr Chang, telling him that there’s nothing wrong with the cat when it swishes its tail again and my mouth falls open. Tails. With an s. Plural. More than one. Two, to be specific, one of them white, a striking contrast to its full coat. Have you seen Midas the cat on Instagram? It has four ears. But two-tailed, one black and one white, is completely new. Definitely not normal. The cat chirps happily, swishing its tails more languidly. It rubs against the metal cage, mesmerising eyes never leaving mine.

~~~

At the sight of the cat, Jin immediately pulls back, stepping away to exchange looks with the others.

It’s him. He’s back.

~~~

“It’s got two tails,” I note the obvious, not really knowing what to say. “Genetic mutation?”

Mr Chang shakes his head but he regards the cat as if it might break out of the cage and attack him. “I don’t know but it’s not good.”

“Why is that? If four-eared cats are common enough, then two-tailed ones should probably be the same.” I squat down on the ground near the trap and the cat suddenly flops over, nuzzling the cage with its little pink nose. I reach out to touch it but Mr Chang steps forward so suddenly I pause.

“I wouldn’t touch it if I were you,” he says darkly. “It’s…bad.”

“What do you mean?”

“Haven’t you heard of the nekomata?”

I shake my head. “Sounds japanese.”

He nods. “Yes. It’s an evil spirit, one of the worst ones.”

I stare at him as he’s grown two heads. I know my grandaunt was a cultist but I didn’t take Mr Chang to be superstitious. The fear in his eyes is real and he wouldn’t come any closer, staring at the cat in distaste. It was clear what he had meant when he said to get rid of it. I’m not about to let him kill an innocent animal for some mythical folklore just because it looks different.

“You don’t seriously believe that, right?” I ask, incredulous. “Because I don’t.” I try to find the latch to open the trap but Mr Chang grabs my shoulder hard enough for me to turn around in surprise.

“Are you sure about this?” His eyes are wide but he loosens his grip. “I mean, it’s wild and it might not like being inside.”

I chuckle softly. “So not because it’s a yokai?”

Mr Chang looks at me sheepishly, retreating back towards the doorway. He flicks his gaze back to the cat and his face changes, not really softening but at least it doesn’t look so concerned. “I don’t know, miss. I can’t help the superstitious side of me, I was raised that way. It’s in my culture. But,” he pauses, looking at the cat again who is rubbing against the metal trap. He sighs. “Well, your choice, I guess.”

I smile up at him, feeling more at ease. I find the latch and right before I release it, he speaks, the grimness back in his voice. “But I’m warning you.”

I open the trap, half expecting for the cat to bolt. But it just slinks out, coming to rub against my leg, its double tails swishing happily. I pet it, running my hand from its head, down its back and through its lush coat. I touch its tails and it feels normal enough, the fur fluffing up at the ends. I pick it up into my arms and stand up, cradling it. “Well,” I say, looking up at Mr Chang. “What’s one more spirit in the house, right? At least this one’s cute.”

The gardener looks a little confused but he leaves the shed and waits for me to come out.

~~~

Jimin looks at the cat in your arms, his lips pouting.

“I’m cuter,” he mutters sourly. The cat turns and makes direct eye contact with him. Jimin just pulls a face at it. He jabs a finger at the cat, barely missing its nose. “Don’t think for a second that you’re taking my place.”

The cat makes a swipe at Jimin’s finger with its paws, squirming in your arms. You look down at the cat and laugh, catching one of its paws. “What are you doing, little one? Is there a bug?”

The cat seems to be looking at Jimin in a way that says yes, you’re the bug and Jimin sticks out his tongue at it before falling back. While you wait for Mr Chang to close the shed door, the seven men crowd around you. The cat looks at each of them in turn and Yoongi shares Jimin’s sentiment. He’s not about to let a cat challenge his spot in your heart, no way.

Hoseok stands a little further back, arms crossed over his chest. He’s more of a dog person but this cat he tolerates. The cat’s rare-looking eyes stare deep into his own, a knowing look shared between animal and man. Mr Chang isn’t far off about it; it’s a kindred spirit, much alike to them, neither good nor bad. But in all the cycles they have lived through, not once have the cat ever been this close, never mind directly involved.

He’s not sure if this means anything but the fact that the cat can see them in their invisible forms is a little disturbing. Ironic because there’s nothing more than they would love than to be seen, just more by you and less by a feline. Namjoon runs a finger over the cat’s head, just above it, not quite touching, and again, the cat tries to grab at him.

~~~

“What are you doing?” I laugh, readjusting my hold against the squirming cat. It’s like it’s trying to catch something, maybe an invisible insect that I can’t see with my human eyes.

I snuggle it close. “You’re very cute, you know that?”

The cat meows, nuzzling my jaw. I find it a little strange that a wild animal is very familiar with human touch, with the only explanation being that it used to be a pet, probably a lost one or one that was thrown away. Well, it’s mine now, I think as I carry it back to the main house. And I promise to give it the home it deserves. But first, what do I even name this strange fella?

***

My Monday classes feel a little better as I plop my Macbook in front of me on the bed, the mic muted and my new pet sniffing around the room.

On the laptop, I have another window tab opened on name ideas for black cats with dual-coloured tails but everything sounds so generic (not to mention there’s no other cases of a cat with double tails, much less one with two tails, both of different colours), nothing that gives it the right name it deserves, something that suits its peculiar look. He. It’s a he, I’ve checked. He needs a name. And, I think as I pull up Etsy on my phone, a new collar.

I had knocked on Jimin’s, Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s doors but none of them had answered. I had been excited to introduce to them our new housemate but I guess it will have to wait until later. I wonder what kind of programs they’re in because, wow, they can’t even break away for five minutes from their online classes. My bedroom stands open and I can see straight out across to Jin’s closed door. If I lean the right way over my bed, I can see down the hall to the others’ rooms, too.

“We have seven other people in this house,” I say to the cat who has disappeared under my desk, sniffing around behind it. “I can’t wait for you to meet them.”

He meows from somewhere behind the desk in response. “But we still need a name for you. What would you like? Ajax? Poseidon? How about Phoenix?”

The cat remains quiet but I can hear the shuffling sounds of it from somewhere in the room, exploring. “Celeste? Too feminine? Alpha? Dominic? Domino? Anything? No?”

The cat reappears from behind the desk and continues towards the closet, sniffing around and leaning up against the drawers with two paws, the tails swishing. Not finding anything, he moves over towards the bathroom door, sniffing between the gap of the door and the floor. Everytime he moves from one place to another, he pauses somewhere in between, sniffs the air, purrs and then moves along. Sometimes he stops to look up at something, nose wrinkling and flaring as it smells something that I can’t before moving along. It’s an odd behaviour but I chalk it up to him being nervous in a new environment.

~~~

The cat is one curious, strange kitty, Jungkook thinks as, once again, the cat comes up to him to sniff his fingers as it passes by towards the closet. He thinks he can even feel the wetness of its nose.

“You sure it’s the same one, hyung?” Jungkook asks Jin, eyes still following the cat moving around your room. “It’s impossible, right?”

Jin, sitting on the edge of your bed, shrugs. “I don’t know. It looks similar. The same weird eyes.”

“And same tails?” Taehyung puts his hand just above the cat’s twin-tails as it passes by, the fur barely touching him.

“That, I’ve never seen before,” Jin says, frowning. “Or not that I’ve noticed.”

“I guess you would notice if a cat has two tails,” Namjoon chuckles as it stops in front of him, staring up at Namjoon as if it understood what he said. Namjoon nods at it, adding, “Right?”

The cat moves on towards the bathroom door. Hoseok watches it for a while before turning back to Jin. “It’s not real, right? What Chang said? The nekomata thing.”

Jin laughs. “I don’t know. Some people don’t believe in ghosts either.” He raises his arms up in a here-we-are gesture before dropping them again. “But this cat has always been outside, in the forest.”

“Like a forest spirit?” Taehyung adds.

Jin frowns at him but chuckles. “I don’t know, spirit or not. But it, or its ancestors, because I’ve seen this cat before, a long time ago, before…” He doesn’t finish his sentence but jumps back to the initial one. “Well, it’s never been indoor. I mean never actually been on the property but I’ve seen it around, mostly on the edges of the forest.”

Yoongi nods along to Jin’s words. “Me, too. It feels like the same cat but…if I say it’s impossible then what are we?”

“Is this going to change anything?” Jimin holds out his hand as the cat passes by him to jump up onto your bed, avoiding his touch. You’re still spewing name suggestions, talking to the cat, trying to see if it resonates with any one of those spectacular ideas. Personally, he had liked Poseidon and Nova and Phantom and Prism and Opal- scratch that, he had liked almost all of the ones you suggested. Except for Birdie. It’s just going to give the cat an existential crisis, Jimin thinks.

Again, Jin shakes his head. He doesn’t bother to answer it in words, watching you play with the cat by moving your hand from underneath your bed cover and watching the cat pounce on it. It looks young but Jin can’t shake the feeling that something is off about it, neither in a good nor bad way, just off. It’s an unsettling feeling, creeping slowly in the back of his mind, something he can’t put his finger on just yet.

“I’d name you Genie if we don’t already have one Jin in the house,” you say fondly, tickling the cat’s fluffy tummy as it stretches out in the middle of the bed, completely at ease. “Very handsome,” you add, which makes Jin’s ears turn red, “just like you.”

Jin’s face falls into an unimpressed look and the others laugh. The cat perks up at the sound of their laughter, looking around the room at them.

~~~

“What is it, boy?”

I look up in the general direction of where he’s looking but I can’t pinpoint anything that could have caught his attention. The abrupt way he sits up is like there was a loud noise and it surprised him but not scared him. After a few seconds of looking around my room, he goes to grooming himself. I shrug it off, going back to focus on my Zoom class, completely losing the plot already.

During lunch, I search through my phone for the nearest vet and a pet store where I can get pet supplies. I found the nearest vet about thirty minutes away. Mind you, I don’t mention anything about the cat to Mrs Oliviera, a little too scared to, actually. If Mr Chang came with me about it being some mythical creature, then I’m not sure what can of worms I might open with the housekeeper once she sees the twin-tailed cat that is yet to be named. I figured maybe I should check him for a microchip first before I can officially adopt him and name him.

As Mrs Oliveira comes around to refill my glass of water, she pauses to turn away and sneezes. She tries to fill my glass again, only to turn around and lets out another sneeze followed by another one. I look up at her. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she says dismissively. “Just an itchy nose.”

“If it’s a cold then you should just take the rest of the day off,” I suggest, watching her walk away with another bout of sneezing.

She shakes her head but her eyes are watery. “No, no. I’m fine. It’s not a cold. Probably just hay fever. I’ll take my medication and I’ll be right as rain. Finish your lunch. Your class will start soon.”

I’m a little amazed that she remembers my schedule, honestly, but didn’t have the chance to say anything more as she quickly makes her way back into the kitchen. I scarf down my food and rush back upstairs to check on the cat. He probably needs to go to the bathroom soon and the longer I wait around, the more prone for accidents to happen. But I still have two more classes to get through.

I scoop the cat up and open the bathroom door. “I know you probably won’t get it but if you need to go, at least do it in here, okay, buddy?”

The cat stares at me, his dual-toned eyes almost hypnotising. Somehow he looks like he understands. I put him down and he goes to check out the bathroom. I go back to the laptop on the bed and the cat comes back out five minutes later. He stretches out next to me and takes a nap, resting his little head on his front paws.

I run my fingers through his soft fur once. “You’re a chill little dude, aren’t ya?”

~~~

Yoongi turns to Hoseok, ripping his eyes away from the cat laying down next to you. “I think you’re going to have a tough competition.”

Hoseok gives him a wry smile but regards the cat in a way that can only be interpreted as distaste, his mouth turning down in the corners. The cat’s strange eyes open up in two slits, locking gaze with him practically challenging before it closes them again, stretching slightly and turning its head towards you.

“I can’t tell if it likes us or not,” Jungkook comments mildly, sitting down on the floor on the side of the bed so he’s eye-level with the cat. He reaches out to touch the twin tails but the cat curls itself up, tucking its tails close to its body.

Taehyung chuckles. “I think it doesn’t.” He’s stretched out next to you on the other side of the bed, leaning against the pillows with his hands locked behind his head. Occasionally, he listens in to the lecture, nodding along with you and peering into your notebook as you write. You keep pushing the long arms of the hoodie up to your elbows and then pulling it back down again everytime Taehyung brushes against you, the goosebumps raising your little hairs.

Then the cat sits up, stretches and jumps down from the bed. It prowls around the room, sniffing. It goes into a corner of the carpet and paws at it suspiciously. Jin stares in alarm, ready to spring to his feet if the cat does what he thinks it’s about to do. Taehyung taps on your shoulders, or tries to. “Hey, I think the cat needs to go to the bathroom,” he says but you don’t even budge, eyes focused on the lecture slide on the laptop.

The cat continues to paw at a spot on the carpet and all seven of them jump to attention. Hoseok lets out a silent curse and Taehyung tries to grab at your arm. All you did was rub at the spot, looking up only briefly towards the opened window. Jimin and Jungkook run forward towards the cat, attempting to make it move.

“Shoo, shoo,” Jimin says, waving his hands frantically. “Not here!”

“The bathroom, the bathroom,” repeats Jungkook in a panic. The cat looks up at them, hesitates for a bit and then moves along in the direction Jimin is directing him.

~~~

I look up to see the cat circling around on the carpet, looking around the room every now and again as he moves towards the bathroom. He pauses and moves, pauses and moves.

Does it need to go?

~~~

“Come on,” Jimin urges, corralling the cat with his arms, squatting down a little so he’s walking with his knees bent. “Come on, this way.”

Jungkook scoots down in front of the bathroom door, beckoning the cat with his hands. “This way, kitty. Good kitty. That’s it.”

The others watch in awe and amusement as the two guide the cat towards the bathroom. Jin is beaming wide. “Oh, good job, guys. Keep going.”

“Almost there,” Namjoon adds, a huge smile on his lips, teeth showing.

~~~

“Do you need to go?” I ask, watching the cat expectantly as it walks over to the bathroom. “Yeah, you can use the bathroom for now.”

I giggle to myself, excited at the fact that the cat is a very smart one. “You understood me, didn’t you? Go on, in the bathtub preferably so it’ll be easier to clean up.”

I lean on the edge of my bed, watching just in case.

~~~

“Well, you heard her,” Jimin says, working hard to chase the cat towards the bathroom. “In the bathroom. Let’s go, let’s go.”

Jungkook steps inside, still trying to make the cat follow him towards the bathtub. “Come here, kitty kitty. Follow me. Over here.”

Taehyung joins you as you step off the bed and quietly follows it towards the bathroom. He can sense your excitement, your face radiant, expecting the cat to go where you just told it to, completely unaware of the hard work Jimin and Jungkook are putting in.

~~~

I step over the carpet lightly so as to not scare the cat, hoping and hoping that he knows where to go to do his business.

Just a little more, I think.

~~~

Jungkook steps into the bathtub, calling out to the cat. “Come. Here, kitty. Inside.”

The cat pauses just outside of the tub, tilting its head up at Jungkook questioningly. Jimin is right behind it, waving his hands in small gestures. “Go on. Into the tub. Follow Jungkookie.”

~~~

The cat pauses just outside the tub and I stop to watch from the doorway.

I send up a small prayer, hoping that he will go in and feel comfortable enough to go. “Go on,” I whisper to myself, also hoping that it was more of a number one than a number two. The cat, though, keeps looking from the tub to me then back again.

~~~

The cat stops right in front of the tub, unmoving, staring from Jungkook to Jimin then back again.

Jungkook taps the lip of the tub, trying to coax the cat to come but it wouldn’t budge. “Come on, kitty. Come here. Over here, kitty.”

Jimin scratches his head. “Maybe it won’t go in because you’re there, Jungkookie. Maybe you should come out first?”

Jungkook obeys, climbing out of the tub and trying to make himself as small as possible in between the tub and the wall. He pats the tub again. “Come, kitty.”

The cat, surprisingly, jumps onto the edge of the tub, tails swishing in the air. It looks at Jungkook, sniffing at his hand. Gently, Jungkook makes a shooing motion with his hands, trying to chase it into the tub. “Inside, kitty. You can go inside the tub for your toilet. Go on.”

As Jungkook shoos, he tries to move out of the corner he’s in, slowly inching out as to not scare the cat. He manages to pull himself out of the nook but his hands accidentally bump into the kitty, pushing it inside the tub. Jungkook gasps at the contact, surprised that he had felt the cat’s fur on his skin. He turns to Jimin, eyes wide but the latter hadn’t seen what happened.

~~~

“Yay, good boy!”

I punch the air and step inside to see if the cat is doing what he needs to do and immediately shiver. There’s a cold spot in where I’m standing but I just easily move forward, closer to the tub when another cold pocket hits me, sending shivers down my spine.

~~~

Jimin does a little full-body flutter as you step through him to look at the cat, only for you to walk through Jungkook next who lets out a tiny tremble before joining Jimin by the door.

They watch you coo and croon at the cat. “You’re such a smart boy. You knew where I told you to go.” The cat must have been holding in a full bladder because, even from the doorway, Jimin and Jungkook can hear the shhhhh sounds of the cat peeing while you watch like a proud mother.

Jimin lets out a relief sigh. He turns to Jungkook and holds out a hand. “Good job, partner.”

Jungkook shakes it, nodding in acknowledgement. He’s still thinking if he had really felt the cat or if it was just his own imagination. Sometimes it’s easier to realise a phantom feeling especially when you’ve experienced that feeling before. Everybody knows what it feels like to touch a cat and if you imagine running your hand in cat’s fur, you can feel it. That’s how Jungkook is rationalising the situation. That’s also why the phantom limb syndrome is prevalent among amputees, right?

Jimin retreats back into the bedroom but Jungkook lingers, watching you pick up the cat and put it outside of the tub as you clean up the contents. The cat slinks past him and Jungkook subconsciously steps away. He doesn’t want to deal with all these questions if he’s honest. He’s not good with thinking, prefers not to. Thankfully for him, Taehyung comes forward, crouches down and starts tickling the cat’s chin. Like Jungkook, he falls back in surprise once his fingers touch the cat’s neck floof.

He cranes his neck to look up at Namjoon. “Hyung,” he says, eyes bugging and mouth hanging open. “I can touch him.”

Namjoon furrows his eyebrows, not comprehending. “Yeah? I suppose you can.”

Taehyung’s eyes only widened even more. “No, hyung. I can touch him.”

Now, Namjoon is completely baffled by the younger man’s bewilderment of wanting to touch the cat and telling him that he can. Taehyung only reiterates himself, this time turning to Hoseok, Yoongi and Jin in turn. “I can touch him.”

He offers no further explanation, the words eluding him like trying to catch fish with his bare hands, slipping right through his grasp the moment he thinks he got them. So he resorts to only communicating with his expression, hoping that they understood him enough to get what he meant.

Yoongi steps forward and gets low on the ground next to Taehyung. He doesn’t speak but reaches out a hand to pet the cat’s head. He pulls his hand back quickly, looking up at Namjoon and Jin in the same surprised expression. “I can feel him,” he says. “I can feel his fur.”

~~~

I step out of the bathroom to find the cat sitting in the middle of the bedroom, just sitting there and looking at nothing in particular, tails swishing behind him.

He seems to be leaning into something, the posture cats do when they’re getting neck scratches; eyes closed, purring softly. And then he opens his mouth.

~~~

“Holy hell, what the fuck was that?”

Yoongi and Taehyung have both scooted back so fast their backs are pressed against the side of the bed. Hoseok is almost climbing Namjoon, grabbing the other man’s arm so tight Namjoon flinches when his nails dig into his flesh. The cat lets out another meow, or he thinks it’s a meow.

It’s loud and gruff, a combination of a mewl of a cat and the chirp of a leopard. “Whoa, boy,” you laugh, standing there with a mixture of surprise and mirth on your face. “What was that?”

Jimin circles around to stand in front of you in a protective stance, putting distance between you and the cat. Twin-tailed, strange eyes, an even stranger voice and the fact that they could touch it; Jimin doesn’t trust it. He wants the cat out of the house and as far away as possible from you. They know nothing of the cat, never appearing in past cycles before and yet here it is, suddenly planting itself in your life. It makes him uncomfortable, insecure. He doesn’t like it.

The cat turns around, eyes looking straight at Jimin as if it knows what he’s thinking. For some reason, Jimin couldn’t look away.

~~~

The cat turns around facing me but he’s looking at a spot not quite me, but somewhere higher.

I look up towards the ceiling but can’t quite pinpoint anything. I shrug, chalking it up to him just being a strange cat. I rub the cat’s head as I pass by towards the bed, checking that the Zoom class is finished. It’s ten minutes until the next one starts so I decide to get ready, leave the online class running once it starts and take the cat to the vet.

I have the Uber app searching for a car nearby while I braid up my hair and throw on a cap. The lecturer is droning on on Zoom but it’s taking Uber longer than expected. I head on downstairs and go to find Mr Chang, asking for a box. He produces one large enough to put the cat in for transportation but doesn’t seem to agree with me bringing the cat into town by myself.

I laugh at him. “Well, then, you can come with.”

He regards the box long and hard before he firmly shakes his head. “Sorry, miss. I have a lot to take care of in the yard.”

I don’t push him, already expecting the answer. “I think I might need to go up all the way to the main road if I want to get a car to take me into town,” I sigh, checking the car app. “Or maybe I’d have to do it the old fashion way, get Mrs Oliviera to call me a taxi.”

Mr Chang breaks into a smile, his concern for the cat wiped off his face. “You don’t need a taxi,” he says, “if you have a driver’s licence. Do you?”

“I do but I’d need a car to go with that,” I reply sarcastically.

His smile turns into a wide grin. “We do have one. In the garage.”

I stare at him. “There’s a garage?”

~~~

Yoongi completely forgot about it.

Standing there as Mr Chang opens the garage double doors and revealing his first ever lover, his eyes immediately soften, his heart bubbling with the emotions set aside for as long as the red vintage beauty has been neglected. Dust motes swirl in the air in the sunlight that washes in through the opened garage but the paint still gleams.

Yoongi looks at Mr Chang and he immediately understands who has been taking care of his baby.

~~~

Mr Chang looks overly pleased as he checks for my expression after revealing the car.

I got to give it to him, though. It’s a thing of beauty, the red paint gleaming in the sunlight, the silver fenders twinkling and reflecting the light back in my eyes. The convertible top is up and I peer in through the window at the red-white interior, unable to stop myself from gawking. It’s completely breathtaking.

“Whoa,” I breathe, and that’s all I could say.

“Yes, whoa,” Mr Chang says with a small chuckle. He opens the driver's door and gestures for me to sit. “Go on.”

I do, sliding into the seat and feeling myself sinking into the leather. I run my hands over the steering wheel, eyes looking wildly around at the vintage dashboard and the analogue metre gauges. There’s a slight musk inside the car, nothing unpleasant but something I’m sure I’ve smelt before, like a favourite childhood scent that immediately gives you a sense of comfort and safety yet you can’t really remember what it is if someone asks you.

“Like what you see?” Mr Chang teases as he leans against the door. “It’s vintage. 1960-”

“Chevy Impala,” I finished for him, catching myself by surprise. I look up at him but the gardener-cum-groundskeeper only sees my excitement.

“You know your cars, huh,” he comments lightheartedly. I don’t respond, not even sure how I knew but he’s already talking again. “I’ve been taking care of it since I was young and my father before me. He had been very fond of this car.”

“It’s your father’s?”

He shakes his head. “No. It’s…a friend’s. We just help maintain it. A car needs to run for it to have a long life. My father used to take it out for a short spin on the property when...er, well, when he can.”

~~~

…when I wasn’t around to be able to, Yoongi thinks, finishing out the actual sentence Mr Chang had initially planned to say.

Yoongi remembers that first day he brought the beauty home, sitting proud in the driver’s seat, an elbow leaning against the door as he drove leisurely down the gravel road to the front of the house, a smug grin on his face and a pair of newly-bought shades on the bridge of his nose. You had been waiting by the front door, snorting and laughing at him but proud all the same because you had picked the colour. The other guys just stood there, arms crossed, unbelieving that he had actually gone and bought the damn car.

“Unfuckingbelievable,” Namjoon mouthed, shaking his head but it had been good-naturedly, proven by the smirk on his face that went along with the shaking of his head.

But what the others thought about his purchase didn’t matter to Yoongi. All that mattered to him in that moment, as he cruised slowly to a stop, was the look on your face, a soft smile playing on your lips, your eyes sparkling with all the love you had for him, no judgement, no sarcasm and not even focused on the new toy he was driving. Just him.

“Hey there, lover,” you had greeted him as he stepped out of the car. “Red looks good on you it seems.” Yoongi remembers everything. He remembers the way he had taken your hand, light in his, and guided you to the passenger side.

Now, he approaches the driver’s side, standing there, a slight longing of wanting to be behind the wheel again as he watches you put your hands on it, testing the grip. It’s amazing, isn’t it, love? He thinks. The wheel feels good, reliable, doesn’t it? Like it’ll take you to places you’ve never been before, safely. That’s what I wanted to do, why I bought the car. For you, my love. For you.

You look up and for a moment, Yoongi is taken aback as you look straight at him. His breath catches in his throat and his stomach does a flip. “This is amazing, Mr Chang,” you say breathlessly and his heart falls. Yoongi swallows a hard lump in his throat and steps back.

~~~

“Right?” Mr Chang replies. He leans in and flips open the sun visor above my head to produce a key. He slides it into the ignition carefully and turns, the engine starting up with a loud, luscious purr.

“Listen to that,” he says, with a grin. “It’s a total beast, isn’t it?”

I can tell that he’s very excited about the car. The pristine condition of it is an obvious proof of how much love and care he had put in in place of his father’s friend. The owner of the car would’ve been proud to know that they’re baby is being taken care of so well. The keychain dangles against my knee and I look down to see a coin-sized basketball, the colour and details worn with time. I squish it in between my fingers, rolling it around.

Three letters on the back of the ball are almost invisible now but I can still make them out: MYG. Is that the initials of the actual owner? I wonder what it stands for but something itches in the back of my mind the longer I stare at the alphabets. What was his or her connection to my grandaunt? It must be significant considering this vintage car that would have fetched for millions was left here on her property.

“You think you can take this baby downtown to the vet?” Mr Chang’s question rips me out of my thoughts and I look up, releasing the keychain.

I shake my head, nervous. “I don’t think I should. It’s too-”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” The gardener is shaking his head.

~~~

“Come on, baby,” Yoongi mutters. “You know you want to. You’ve done it before.”

“I forgot about this car,” Jin says to Yoongi. “I remember that first time you brought it home.”

Namjoon snorts. “It was so fucking red I thought it was the most ridiculous thing.”

Yoongi smiles. “And then everyone wants to take it out on a spin.”

“But you wouldn’t let me drive it,” Jungkook pouts.

“Yes, I did.”

“For like five minutes,” Jungkook argues but not really seriously. “And only down this street to the main gate! You wouldn’t even let me go past thirty!”

They all laugh as they reminisce, nostalgia kicking up the memory dust. But Yoongi is just a bit more sentimental than usual, hanging back, not really laughing but just smiling although it doesn’t reach his eyes. He had loved this car, not as much as he loves you, but close. Most of his courtings were taking you out on a drive with the top down and the wind in your hair as you drew little waves with your hand out the window. The first time he had kissed you had been in this car, too, you almost in his lap, his hand cupping your cheek gently, gently because you’re the most precious thing to him.

He blinks a few times, regaining his composure, and turns to Hoseok. “If she goes, you go with her.”

Hoseok immediately rejects the idea. “No, hyung. You should go.”

“But we agreed that you should lead this cycle,” Yoongi says back quietly.

Hoseok pats him on the shoulder. “We have all the time we need. And it wouldn’t change anything if it starts with you, hyung.” He nudges the older man. “Go.”

~~~

Twenty minutes later, after having to sneak around the house avoiding the housekeeper, I have the cat sitting in the box and place it on the floor of the passenger seat and me buckle up behind the wheel.

I take one last look at the gardener, making sure that this is alright. “Are you sure about this?”

Mr Chang steps away from the car, closes the door for me and gestures to the open road ahead. “Safe journey, my lady,” he says, with a slight tip of his head. “I’ll let Ollie know that you’ll be back a little late for dinner.”

He flicks his gaze to the passenger seat as if checking for something but looks back at me. “Drive safe.”

~~~

Yoongi settles himself in the passenger side, the box with the cat in between his legs. He runs his hand gingerly against the door, trying to feel it with his memories instead.

The other guys are standing just outside his door, and Jimin leans in through the window. “Have fun, hyung,” he says with a wink and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“It’s not like I can do anything,” he mumbles, bending down to check on the cat. It seems to be behaving pretty well, looking up at him curiously but sitting down on all fours calmly, like a black, fluffy version of the Sphinx Pyramid, if the pyramid had two tails, black and white intertwining behind it. It’s unsettling and Yoongi closes one flap of the box so he doesn’t have to look at it, or for the cat to be able to look at him through its blue-yellow halfsies eyes.

You shift into gear, looking a little nervous and Yoongi is starting to doubt if this was a good idea. You said you had a licence but how skilled of a driver are you? Why didn’t Chang ask this? Yoongi holds in the sigh, sitting back and resolving himself. Well, it's too late to do anything now. You release the emergency brake and Yoongi wishes that he can at least use the seatbelt or hold on to the panic bar above him, knowing that you hate nothing more than having a passenger do the latter.

Namjoon notices the fisted hands in Yoongi’s lap and he almost bursts into laughter but decides maybe to not further egg the man. He hides his face behind Jin’s shoulders. As the car starts to glide forward slowly, not one of them remembers to check the time or the sun’s position in the sky. Not one of them thinks about how far out you’d have to drive to find the vet or how long it would take for you to get back. It doesn’t even cross their minds that when you come back, the sun will be long gone.

All they think about is how much Yoongi loves the car and how much he had missed driving it; it was his pride and joy. He’s a frugal man and it had been his one and only luxurious purchase for himself. They remembered how he would spend hours just buffing and fussing with the coat, only coming back inside when you went to fetch him, whether it was sunny or snowy. They know that by having him in the car with you could make the man a little happier to at least ride in it again, even if he couldn’t drive it.

In his panic and anxiousness, Yoongi only focuses on your driving, forgetting that he only has about two and half hours before his invisibility lets up and it’s a thirty-minute drive to the nearest veterinarian. You, on the other hand, have two stops to make. Your driving should be the least of his worries.

a/n2: introducing our new little friend! I had a friend (IG: freeddoodles) draw me this little guy that is yet to be named. I'm so excited to show him to you guys because I wanted for this one character to come to life! Yes, he's based on a Japanese folklore, the nekomata. Lmk what you think about this chapter in the comments or ask :)

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Chapter Five-

TW: Frederick post burn

Once you picked up the phone, you knew it was work related but that feeling in your gut told you otherwise.

“Hello Jack, can I help you with something?I'm at work.” You look around and step outside of the building, hoping nobody would notice you quick absents.

You hear Jack sigh on the Other line of the phone. “Alana Bloom, Freddie Sounds, Will Graham and I had met somewhere to discuss the ‘tooth fairy’ killer. I don’t know if you’re aware of the tooth fairy killings at all?”

“I’m aware. What’s this about, jack? I only have a few more minutes until my coworkers realize i’m gone.”

“Were you aware that one of your coworkers had been attending this? Frederick was supposed to be escorted by security after. We noticed the car hadn’t left and saw the two guards dead and Frederick missing. Has he came into any contact with you?”

That’s when you felt it. You felt like you were going to get sick. You knew that he was constantly in danger. He didn’t even have to tell you what happened to him, he was constantly shit talked about at work.

“I was in the know about him going, yes. But I haven’t heard from him in hours. Please just promise me that you’ll keep my updated.”

Jack agrees and you both hang up. You go back to work for the rest of your shift.

…

It had been hours since you and Jacks phone call and you had already left to go back to your apartment. You were hoping that he would just come knocking on your door or at least texting you telling you that he’s okay. So you decided to take a nice bath with bath bombs and hopefully calm yourself down. You got in the shower with a shower tray and on the tray you had a glass of red wine along with a tub of your favorite ice cream. You took a sip of your wine and after you put it back, you sat your head on the rim of the bathtub. You felt your head start getting heavy. Then it went black….

…

You woke up to the sound of your phone on the bathroom sink going off. You looked outside of the window in your bathroom just above the shower and noticed it had gotten dark since you got in the bathtub. You grabbed your phone to answer the call and saw the time was 10:00 PM. The caller ID was Alana Bloom so you quickly answered before it stopped ringing.

“Hey! Is everything okay?” You didn’t really think that anything bad had happened since Jack Crawford would’ve been the one to inform you if anything were to happen. But you were extremely wrong.

“We’ve found Frederick,” Alana says letting out a small sigh and sounding both tired and somewhat distraught.

“Oh shit is he-,” You stopped mid sentence. “Why do you sound like that? Oh god… what happened, Alana?” You felt the same sick feeling you felt while talking to Jack but a lot worse. You knew something appalling had happened to him.

“I’m going to need you to come to the hospital. I’d rather not tell you over the phone.”

You felt the tears start drizzling down your face.

“I’ll be there in Fifteen. See you there, Alana.”

As soon as you hung up the phone, you started getting dressed while all of he tears came streaming out like a waterfall. You tossed on a white tank top, black zip up hoodie, and black sweat pants. You didn’t have time to do makeup so on the car ride there, you quickly did mascara and lipgloss. Once you arrived, you practically ran in the building. You ran to the check-in desk.

“Hi! I’m here for a Frederick Chilton.” The desk lady looks up at you as if you’ve disturbed her.

“We're only allowing family and FBI as of right now.” You roll your eyes at her.

“Please. I’m begging you I HAVE to go see him or at least please tell me why he’s here,” You say nearly having a breakdown in the waiting room. You then hear a male voice beside you.

“Let her see him. Inform her of his injuries.” You look over and see Jack Crawford showing the lady his FBI Badge.

“What the HELL happened, Jack” You look up to look him in the eyes with tears blurring your vision.

“Do you have a relationship with the doctor, Y/N? He asked us to call you when he was found and brought into the hospital.”

“The hell does that matter? I just wanna know what happened NOW!!” You knew that Jack was trying his best to calm you down when he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you. You both always had a strong relationship. You two were like father-daughter.

“He has third degree burns covering his body.” Jack starts walking you back Fredericks room in the hospitals burn unit.

“How did it happen?”

Jack stops you outside of his room.

“He got kidnapped by the dragon. The dragon bit off his lips, one of which were eaten by Hannibal Lecter. The dragon also as i’ve said before, lit him on fire. He said your name when they brought him into the ER. He’s trashed. You’re gonna want to get ready for this. Will Graham came in and he might still be in there if he hadn’t left already.”

You nod and walk into the room, seeing Will Graham still there along with Frederick in a tub. Will noticed you slip in the room and he had a sort of sympathetic look on his face. It looked genuine but at the same time completely fake.

“Aren’t you an empath? Shouldn’t you feel bad for what you, Alana, and Jack did? You set him up!”

“I'm aware and feel sympathetic to the both of you. I’m going to just leave for you two to have your time.” Will walked out of the room, leaving the silence between you and Frederick unbearable. Just like Jack had told you, he had been trashed. But he was your man. You fell for him and were still in love with him.

“Don’t look at me,” Frederick says slightly turning his head to get you out of his view. “I look awful. You don’t deserve this. Please, just go back to your apartment and don’t come back. It’s late and you need sleep.”

Your tears had forced your mascara to run down your face, underneath your eyes. It made you look like you were a mess and hadn’t slept in days even when you fell asleep in the bath for hours.

“Frederick, i’m NOT leaving. I don’t care about the way you look! I really don’t! I wanna be able to stay and help you through the recovery process. I wanna help you though this ether as your girlfriend, or as a friend. Just please, i’m begging you let me help you. I know you’re independent but for this, you need support. But when you need a break, i’ll give you one. I’ll respect your boundaries!” You stood waiting for a response for at lest a minute. The awkward silence had filled the room. You had never heard silence quiet this loud.

“Fine. But promise me you’ll get sleep and go home now.”

“Promise.”

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little-corritrice · 7 months

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Lando Norris ~ Right in Front of Me

Sitting at this fancy restaurant, I played with my hands as the guy was being a complete douche. He was supposed to be on a date with me, but instead was shamelessly staring at the other waiters as well as making comments about their body. I grabbed my phone, texting my best friend of life two words; 'save me'. I looked up at the guy, and he was looking at the bartender. He licked his lips, standing up and walking to her. I stared down in embarrassment, looking at my phone. My phone vibrated a minute later, and I instantly stood up. 'Here' popped up on the screen, right next to Lando's contact name.

I saw the guy coming back and booked it for the door. I sped walk, and heard him trying to catch up. I left the restaurant, hastily looking around before I looked to the light tunnel straight in front of me. I saw Lando standing there with his car, hands in his pockets(↑). I was about to jog to him, but the guy caught my wrist. I turned around and punched him in his dick, sprinting to Lando as I hugged him tightly. "I want to go home." I whispered, and he nodded, holding me close as he helped me to the car. I got in, seeing the guy coming towards us. Lando shut my door, walking around but the guy grabbed him.

However, Lando was faster and punched him straight in the face, making me gasp. I got out of the car, standing by the door. "That's for the lady, asshat." Lando said, straightening his sleeves before walking away. He got in the car, making me let out a laugh as I got in with him. "That was crazy." I laughed, which made him laugh. "No one is gonna lay a hand on you and get away with it." He said, and it made butterfly's erupt in my stomach. I don't know if it was the way he said it, but something told me that phrase had a deeper meaning. "Let's get you home." He said, holding my hand as he sped away.

~ ~ ~

Stopping the car, I looked out the window, confusion taking over me as I didn't see my house, but Lando's. "Lan, this isn't my house." I laughed, but he just shrugged. "Oops." He said teasingly before getting out. He came around and helped me out. "You're staying the night. I'll get you some clothes and we can cuddle." He said, and I blushed as he wrapped his arm around my waist, guiding me to the door. "Okay." I mumbled, looking down as I tried to hide my blush. He chuckled before opening the door, grabbing my coat from me and hanging it up. I smiled at him as he helped me to his room, telling me to sit as he went to get the clothes.

I played with my fingers as I thought about everything. So many attempts at dating someone, all to end with Lando coming to save me. And he did every time. Not once did he ever say he couldn't. I realized then and there that my feelings for Lando weren't really as suppressed as I thought they were. I knew deep down I was just trying to find someone to get over Lando, because let's be honest, Lando is too perfect for anyone. I frowned as I got to over-thinking our friendship. That's all it will ever be; friends. I shook my head, patting my cheeks as I snapped myself from my trance like state.

Lando walked backed in, holding a hoodie as well as some of my pajama shorts. "You left these last time you stayed, so I washed them and put them aside. And our favorite hoodie." I didn't say anything as I got up, latching myself onto him as he stumbled a little from the force of it. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, trying to pull me away, but I didn't budge. "Thank you for everything, Lando." I whispered, and he finally pried me off. "What's going on, y/n? You're scaring me here." He said, moving us to sit down on the bed as he set the clothes behind us and grabbed my hands gently.

I shook my head, laughing to myself. "I don't want to ruin this." I said, and he grabbed my chin, making me look at him. "What are you talking about?" He asked, and I decided to just say fuck it. I leaned in, giving him a small kiss. He looked shocked and I turned my head down, pulling my hands from him. "That." I mumbled, and he got up. I stared at his back, tears forming already. "I'm sorry, Lando. I'll be on my way." I said, getting up, but he quickly turned around, hoisting me up as he spun us. I let out a shriek of surprise, and he set me down. He held my cheek, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

As we pulled away, he rested his forehead on mine. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to do that?" He chuckled, making me confused. "What?" I asked, and he pulled me closer to him. "I've loved you since I laid eyes on you. I've been standing right in front of you this entire time." He said, and I hugged him tightly, shaking my head for being so blind. "I'm so sorry, Lando." I said, but he shushed me, cupping my cheeks as he wiped away the tears I didn't realize left my eyes. "I love you, y/n. So so much. Be my girlfriend?" He asked, and I let out a crying giggle, wiping my eyes. "Of course. I love you." I said, and he smiled, pulling me into another kiss as we melted into each other's touch, peace finally finding us both.

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authorsquidward · 3 years

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Summer Vacation, Part One

IZONE Yujin x Male Reader*

WARNING: THIS IS A MULTI PART SMUT/FANFICTION SERIES

[A/N]: I technically planned to release this on November 1st, since I started on October 21st, but procrastination is a huge pain in the butt. Sorry. Also, this comes with a really long build up and set up, just because I intend to make this multi part. This originally had an older photo too, but I’ve replaced it.

‘Of all the internships I applied to, why this one?’ You lamented to yourself, the aircraft’s engines serving to distract your train of thought, even after it has landed, and now approaches the gate. You had applied to thirty internships, wanting to go abroad for the summer, and gain some experience. Much to your absolute annoyance however, all but this one had rejected you. It’s not the pay that annoyed you, I mean the money they offered you nearly caused you to have a heart attack, but rather the location, Seoul. You hadn’t even been in Seoul since 2010, when your parents sent you to the United States, your sister having debuted as a KPOP Idol only two years earlier. However, an internship was an internship, and it’s not like it was that bad, as long as you stayed away from your sister, you should be fine. Plus, the company was nice enough to allow you to use their connections to secure a cheaper flight, allowing you to sit in business class.

Your train of thought was interrupted by the flight attendant’s post-landing announcement, which included the weather, and all the other formalities that came with landing. Once that finished, you prepared yourself to disembark, and mentally prepared yourself to handle the juggernaut that was the Seoul Metro, after all, you didn’t have a car, and it didn’t make sense to buy one for a three month stay. Not like you told your sister you were coming either, only your parents knew.

Finally, the plane was fully parked, allowing you to get off, the aisle seat you chose allowing you to get out more easily, taking out your carryon from the overhead bin. Besides your backpack, the carryon was the only thing you brought, not wanting to have to drag around too much luggage in the event you got lost. Upon exiting, you walk towards immigration and take the line for foreigners, having relinquished your korean citizenship. Why keep the citizenship of a place you haven’t lived in for a decade, after all?

The immigration line went by quickly, and around five forty in the morning, you were finally able to approach the officer’s desk, handing him your American passport. He examined the passport, asked you to put your finger on a scanner before stating, “Thank you, welcome to Korea,” and sending you on your merry way. It would’ve been merry, had it not been for the mass flash of cameras that blinded you as you exited into the public area of the airport, followed by some random lady hugging you, with the cameras following you. “For fuck’s sakes. It’s six AM!” You angrily mutter. “That’s no way to greet your sister.” Your sister replies, pouting. “It is, if your sister, is fucking IU, and she just exposed her brother to ten thousand different tabloids.” You reply in a harsh tone, just standing there with the cameras still flashing. If it weren’t for the fact you were wearing a hoodie, and a mask, out of habit, your face would’ve been splattered all over the news by now.

“Hey! I’m even lending you my car so you can go to work, can’t you at least be little bit nicer?” “You are! Thank you so much Noona!” You hug her. “Of course, the moment I tell you that, you immediately change your tone. Typical. You didn’t even tell me you were coming back! I had to hear from Mom and Dad!” She scolds me, as she leads me to the parking garage, with her bodyguard following. “Because I didn’t want the first thing I see coming back here to be the assault of cameras that come with you.” You replied, snarky as always. Jieun couldn’t exactly respond, you made a good point after all. You approached the van, the bodyguard opening it up for you. “This isn’t your car noona, where are we going?” You asked. “We’re gonna hang out all day today!” She exclaimed. You karate chop her head. “I have work in three hours!” You complained. “It’s a sunday! Why do you have work!” Jieun whined. “I’m onboarding, plus I need to get ready for when the market opens on monday.” Yes, after all, you were an investment banking intern, hence the mind blowingly huge pay, in exchange for the dreadful hours. Not like there was any reason to care about those hours, you didn’t exactly have a girlfriend to take up that free time, your last one left you two years ago, and its been solo riding ever since. “Can you at least come with me when I do Inkigayo today? I even got you tickets!” Jieun pouted. The pout is even more powerful in person than over video call, and you found it hard to resist. “FINE! What time is it.” You relented, not wanting to see her pout at you any longer. “It’s three fourty PM, so I’ll pick you up around one thirty ok? Thank you so much!!!” Jieun tried to hug you from the side seat, only to watch as you repulsed towards the door. “One forty five.” You responded. “Fine. You’re so cold. This is why I want you to come with me!” Jieun replied. “Why so you can find some random girl to melt my ice cold heart?” “Exactly!” She enthusiastically replied. “No thank you. I’ll come see you, but I don’t want to date some KPOP Idol. I don’t want that kind of attention.” Jieun silently just hummed, as if she had some secret plan, which worried you. The conversation ended there, and you assumed that it was because she didn’t want to expose her plan if she actually had one, or was planning to catch up later at night. Either way, the drive to the office gave you time to admire the Seoul cityscape, differing entirely from the California cityscape you had become accustomed to, living in Los Angeles, skyscrapers present as far as the eye could see. In fact, no city in California could even be compared, Seoul was just that different. This is exactly the reason why you chose to go abroad for the summer, wanting to broaden your horizons, see the world outside what you’ve known.

“See you at 1:30 then!” Jieun shouted as you stepped on the path leading to the office you’d be working at for the next ten weeks, waving back at her in response, before continuing on your way. After checking in with the receptionist, being directed to the proper floor, and having been shown your desk, as well as how to login to your computer, you finally got to meet your boss for the next ten weeks. “It’s nice to meet you sir.” You bow, greeting them.

“Nice meeting you as well, I trust they’ve already taken care of setting you up?” Your boss replies. “Everything but the ID, it’ll take a week for that one.” You reply. “Well, that’s ok then, welp, I’d do a whole elaborate introduction, but we have a client to meet, I’m Lee Sunghoon.” He’d say as he began walking, you following behind introducing yourself. “I trust you know how much you will be compensated right? You’re prorated at ₩105 Million [$90,000], meaning your base pay will be ₩2 Million [$1730] a week, and any hours you work over fifty two are paid at time and a half or ₩76,000 [$64] an hour. This isn’t wall street so the pay isn’t the same.” He continued. “Yes I understand sir. What would you like me to do?” You responded as the two of you approached the meeting room. “Sit, watch and take notes.” He states as he opens the door to reveal a beautiful girl, about your age, a man in a suit, probably her lawyer, and what seems to be her mother. “Good Morning to everyone, I assume this young lady over here is Ms. Ahn Yujin?” Sunghoon would ask. You’d stare at the girl, and she’d stare back at you and smile, showing off her dimples, leaving you speechless. Though you weren’t supposed to say anything anyway. “Yes, this is my daughter, Mr. Sunghoon, because her birthday is soon, I’ve brought her here, instead of just telling her what you tell me. The account is supposed to be hers in the first place, and it’s time she learned about this stuff.” Yujin’s mom replied. Yujin would whisper something to her mom, only for the mother to give her a dead stare, and whisper back, something about being lazy and it being her hard earned money. “Ahh... yes...” Sunghoon would take a small stack of stapled papers out of his padfolio, handing you a copy, and all of them a copy, “I assume you are here to finalize the ownership transfers and other paperwork, to take effect on her birthday?” “Yes.” The Lawyer would finally speak up. You’d examine the paper, widening your eyes visibly at the amount of money the girl had. You questioned whether or not you overheard their conversation right. Is this actually her hard earned money? The girl had nearly ₩1.2 Billion [$1 Million] in this account. Refusing to accept that such a young girl had earned that much money, ironically ignoring how much money your sister had earned as a young girl, you attributed the amount of money to being daddy and mommy’s money. “Ok then, I’ll prepare the paperwork.” Sunghoon looked at you, before continuing “Can you please explain to Ms. Ahn Yujin all the details regarding her account, in the other room, so I can focus on preparing and explaining the paperwork?” Yujin visibly lit up at hearing that. “Understood, Ms. Ahn, please follow me.” You instructed. “Which one?” Yujin joked, causing chuckles from everyone but you. She then got up and followed you out of the room. “So what do you do here?” She asked. “Well Ms. Ahn, I’m actually interning here, I’ll be writing reports, watching Mr. Lee meet with clients, and other various things.” You respond, noticing that it seems as if she didn’t shower. (A/N: IZ*ONE Chu Countdown Yujin Teaser) “Please call me Yujin, it feels weird when you look the same age as me.” She pouted, as you opened the door to enter the room with her. You both sat next to each other as you prepared to explain the stack of papers. “I apologize, Ms. Ahn, but this is a professional setting, and you are an esteemed client, I cannot possibly accommodate that request.” You reply. “What if we made it unprofessional?” She slyly replied, smirking. You wondered whether or not she was under the influence at the moment. After a moment of thought, you decided to just ignore that comment and move on. “So just as your mother seemed to have instructed, contributions to this accoun-” You were interrupted by her getting uncomfortably close to you, due to her standing up to look over your shoulder. You glance with your eyes to the left, and seeing under the shirt she wore due to the bent over position she was in relative to you. You couldn’t see if she was wearing a bra, but you saw enough to make you doubt she wasn’t wearing one. “Is there a problem?” You asked. “Oh nothing...could you tell me what that is?” She smirked before asking you, pointing at the contribution history. “That’s the amount of money your parents have been putting in from their income, and the dates of when they did it, which we then invest.” You respond in a manner to try and discern whether its her money or her parents. “Oh no, it’s not my parents money. All of that was earned by me through the work I do.” She replied, leaning closer to the point that you could smell her scent, and her breath hit your ear as she replied. At this point, you could barely control your blush, and were beginning to redden up, which she noticed. “Oh what do you do for a job?” You ask. “Same job as you.” She replies, clearly lying. Now people in your line of work made a ton of money, but this girl couldn’t have been old enough to have even racked up this much in Korea. You racked your brain to figure out a way to catch her in her lie. “What’s your secret?!?! I only make two million a week!” You feint admiration, in order to catch her, your professional attitude slowly breaking down, due to the situation you were in. “Wait, you only make two million? I didn’t know your work paid that low!” Yujin replied, before covering her mouth, realizing what she had done, causing you to smirk at your victory. “You could’ve just said you didn’t want to tell me, you know.” You plainly stated. “But I wanted to impress you...” She replied, before muttering, “You really don’t know who I am....” “What did you say?” You ask, seeing her mouth continue to move. “Nothing! Just explain away please!” Yujin exclaimed, before you began explaining the details, going from trying to what you assume was, come onto you, to a more professional tone, Midway, she asked you for a pen, and you handed it to her, and continuing to explain. She seemed to write something on a Post-It Note on the table, and then hid it in her pocket, but you assumed it was nothing and continued on. However, Yujin’s actions made that completely impossible after a couple of minutes as her breath continuously assaulted you, which was trouble enough before she started putting her hand on yours. “Ummm...Ms. Ahn?” You ask. She leans in your ear, and whispers, “Yes?” Her seductive tone further loosening any sense of self control you had. “It’s a little hard-” Your cut off, her hand moving onto your thigh. “What could be so hard?” She asks, mischievously smirking at you, “Come on, don’t be so dense.” You finally decide to let go and point at the clear glass window, reminding her that people can see through the meeting room. Luckily, no one seemed to be looking. Yujin blushed for a bit, and entered a state of deep thought, before she clearly had what seemed to be an ‘A-ha!’ moment. “What if I give you a sneak peek?” Yujin proposed. What did she mean by that? “What do you mean, please spell it out for me.” You add in a bit of your own teasing, much to her chagrin. “How about I give you a hint?” She smirks, “The preview involves me going under the table, where no one will see.” “Have you even done that before? I have so many-.” You spurt out in a confused manner, before she interrupts you, and puts her index finger towards your lip, before using her other hand to unzip your pants, inserting her hand in to fumble through the fabric before finally popping out your cock. “I haven’t, but I’m a quick learner, as you can see....” Yujin smirks, looking directly at you, before dropping down quickly under the table, your cock in her left hand the entire time, delivering a sweet sensation with its softness. She quickly got into position, and within seconds you watched as her tongue landed on your shaft, moving upwards like one would lick a lollipop normally. “Are you...sure...you haven’t...done this before?” You struggle to get anything out as she assaults your dick, as if it were an ice cream stick she couldn’t get enough of. She immediately stops after you ask however, only to give you a pout, before taking your dick completely into her mouth, attempting to go all the way down to the base, as if in direct response to your insinuation she was lying about not having done it before. However, her actions would’ve completely betrayed her, assuming that was her intention, because she didn’t even come close to going all the way to the base, gagging midway through. “Dosh thish look-” Her gags break her sentence, rendering her completely unable to speak. Having some experience yourself, while her blowjob wasn’t any good, for a beginner it was amazing, not to mention, the turn on of having someone as beautiful as Yujin slobbering all over your knob, her drool somewhat staining your pants, a problem to worry about later.

What should be taking your attention, is the drop dead gorgeous woman putting all her effort into what is her first blowjob, you. You use your hand as a brush for her hair, running it through her soft and silky locks, as you chase the high that comes closer and closer to fruition, hopefully sooner than later, as much as you’d like to savor the moment of your life.

Well, seemingly understanding the current situation, or feeling your worry, she upped her assault, her gags seemingly skyrocketing in intensity and frequency, until you grab the back of her head with both hands and thrust, shoving your cock as far down her throat as possible, as you release glop after glop of semen, in what is the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your years of living. Your high lasts a couple of seconds in which all feeling in your body has been suspended by the high. As you come down from it however, the door to the room opens, with your boss and Yujin’s mother walking in...... [A/N]: Hopefully ya’ll enjoyed my first smut, part two to come soon!

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Right From Left

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3085

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo being a punk, Bucky getting a little scary, some feelings, Sam being his fantastic, amazing, caring for everyone self

A/N: Here it is! At long last! I’ve been waiting for this episode and it was…holy fuck. I barely have words. And I can’t start or else I’ll be ranting for pages. Anyways, I know this Part is a little on the shorter side - not by much, but it still is - and it doesn’t even cover half the episode, but I’ve had a long day and I’m tired, so I’m going to sleep. I wanted to stop before Walker entered the picture too, because then I’m just gonna get more riled up and I’m working later. I’ll probably have another part out today, and then I’ll finish it tomorrow. Unless I can finish it today. I’ll try, but no promises.

Feel free to rant to me about the episode or the show, too, guys! My friends and I have been going back and forth about it for the past few hours. I’d love to hear your thoughts! I think that’s all for now.

As always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you for reading, be kind to yourself and others, enjoy this part and stay tuned!

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!SPOILERS BELOW CUT!

You were avoiding him.

When you first got to Latvia, he had pulled you aside, eyes wide and pleading. “Doll, listen-”

“I really don’t think right now is the time to have the discussion we’re about to have.” Shaking your head, you avoided his gaze, your stomach twisting into knots. It was too much for you to handle; you couldn’t focus on the mission at hand and try to unravel the emotions that were making your gut flip like a gymnast. There were too many thoughts in your head, and you needed a clear mind.

“But-”

“Once this is all done, and our lives aren’t in danger. Once we’re back home, then we can talk, okay? Just…please. Not here. Not now.”

And he dropped it.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk about it. You just couldn’t. You had always been a ‘leave your baggage at the door’ type of person. Don’t mix work with personal. Not like you had much “personal” anyways when you first decided that was how it should be. And then your coworkers became family and your motto got a lot harder to follow. But you still followed it. And you would continue to follow it.

But that made you start avoiding him. Whether you meant to or not, everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Sam shot you a look when you didn’t offer to go with Bucky when he had to check something out. Zemo raised an eyebrow when he came back and, instead of immediately questioning him, you sat still on the couch, eyes glancing up briefly, before going back to playing with the strings of your hoodie.

You were paying attention to their conversation, especially when Karli Morgenthau was brought up, you just didn’t join in. Not even when Zemo mentioned the Avengers, eyeing you to see your reaction.

Honestly, you were tired, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Your shoulder hurt, your brain couldn’t process what the guys were talking about, and your heart couldn’t take any more hits.

It was something you’d been thinking about…you just thought it’d come after this mission.

“She will not stop. She will escalate until you kill her…or she kills you.”

“Maybe you’re wrong Zemo. The Serum never corrupted Steve.”

For the first time since he first walked in, your eyes met Bucky’s. “Touche.” Zemo pointed at Bucky with a pastry around his finger. “But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?”

But you couldn’t wait until after this mission. Not when he was so connected to it. “I think I’m gonna go home.” You blurted out before Zemo and Bucky could argue further, Bucky slumping down onto the opposite side of the couch.

The moment the words left your lips, Sam and Bucky shot up, staring at you in disbelief.

“Wait, hold up. What? Now? We’re so close-”

“Why? Is it your arm? Is it hurting? You should’ve told us-”

“I’m just tired.” You cut in, shaking your head. “That’s all. I didn’t expect this to be drawn out this long when you called, Sammy.”

Bucky’s hand twitched as he hesitatingly scooted closer to you. “Doll, if this is because what happened on the jet-”

“It’s not, Buck.” You tried to give him a convincing smile, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he didn’t buy it for one second. You reached over to squeeze his hand, and when you pulled back, he held on tighter, a sigh escaping his lips as he stared down at your linked hands.

“Okay…if you wanna go home, we can get you home. Just…” His head turned back to you, a pleading pout on his features. “Just…stay. Another day. Please. You can keep avoiding me, I won’t even say another word to you if you don’t want. But stay. Just for one more day.”

Chewing on your cheek, you finally nodded slightly. “Okay. One more day.”

His eyes lit up, before his face fell again when you took your hand back and curled into the corner of the couch. “Let’s talk shop, boys.”

“Okay. So, from my understanding, Donya is like a pillar of the community, right?” Sam easily changed the topic back to the situation at hand, giving you a reassuring wink when you smiled at him gratefully. “So when I was a kid, my Tee Tee passed away.”

Bucky screwed his face up in confusion, straightening his head from where he had it leaned back. “Your - your Tee Tee?”

Sam gave him a look. “Yeah. My-my Tee Tee, yeah.”

Bucky looked at him weirdly. “Who is your Tee Tee?”

The exchange made you giggle a little bit, shaking your head. “Bucky’s a city boy from the 40’s, remember, Sammy?”

“Fine.” Sam rolled his eyes. “When I was a kid my aunt passed away.”

Bucky gave a slight huff, making you chuckle again. You stopped when he smiled over at you, but your grin didn’t leave your face. Even when they were the ones to give you a headache, your fellas were damn entertaining, that’s for sure.

With a sort-of plan in place - the gathering for Donya being no more than a theory, but the only idea you really had - you stretched out from your spot on the couch, twisting to crack your back. “Zemo.” The man stopped his rummaging through the cabinets and looked over his shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised. “Go put some clothes on. We’ve got work to do.”

He gave you an unimpressed look, opening his mouth, but Sam beat him to the punch. “Do as the lady says, man. You’re already walking on a tightrope after you shot Nagel!” Zemo waved dismissively at Sam’s exclamation, heading into a separate room to change out of his robe. “That guy is gonna drive me up the wall.”

“Don’t let him get to that pretty head of yours, Sammy.” You hummed, standing up, wincing slightly as you stretched your sore shoulder over your head.

You could tell Bucky wanted to say something, the way he snapped forwards, hands moving down his thigh like he was leaning over to reach for you, his eyes locked on your injured joint, but, just as he said earlier, he didn’t say a word. But the part that made you upset was…you didn’t stop him. You didn’t tell him it was okay for him to talk to you. You didn’t reassure him that you weren’t purposely trying to avoid him. You simply moved over to the kitchen to get something to drink.

It hurt worse than your shoulder, but you couldn’t handle it. Not then. Not with such an important part of the mission coming up. So you didn’t say anything. You just sipped your water, switching into tactic mode as your mind ran through the scenarios of what could possibly go down in the next 24 hours before you went home.

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Walking under the arch, you couldn’t help but feel saddened as Zemo told you about what the courtyard used to look like. Thanos messed the world up so much more than you realized and, as much as you hated to admit it, the Avengers did have a part in it. Not that they - you - were in the wrong, necessarily. You truly believed you did what anyone in that situation, with the skills and abilities and knowledge the team had, would do what you did. Or tried to do.

“I’m gonna take a look around upstairs.” Sam stated, looking up at the upper stories of the building, before glancing at Bucky. “See what you can find out here. And keep an eye on him.”

“I’ll come with you.” You said, turning on your heel to follow Sam. The back of Bucky’s gloved hand brushed against yours, and instinctually you turned your palm to link your fingers and squeezing. You let go quickly once you realized what you were doing, nearly tripping up the stairs to get to Sam, not daring to wait for Bucky’s reaction.

“You’re an idiot.” He stated simply as soon as you met him at the top of the stairs.

“Can we focus on finding Donya right now, please?” You grumbled, moving forwards cautiously, peeking around the corner. You frowned when you saw two guys at the end of the hallway, looking back at you and Sam warily.

“You need to hear what he has to say, cher.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I know I do. I know. But I can’t. Not right now. I’m just trying to get this over with first. I don’t want too many things on my plate. I might choke.” It already felt like you were drowning most nights.

He paused at your words, giving you a once over, before nodding. “Okay. I can respect that.”

“Thank you.” You told him earnestly. “Now let’s try to get something from these people.”

He nodded in agreement and you two continued forwards with your search. Room after room, people walked out before you could get anything from them, locking doors behind them. The Flag Smashers logo was everywhere, but you expected nothing less from a refugee camp that practically worshipped what they were doing.

Even when you did get a guy to talk to you, he immediately shut you down, leaving you and Sam dejected. The fact that the world had gotten so bad that these people couldn’t trust you and Sam - Avengers; people who used to be heroes and bring hope to others - it made your heart sink.

“C’mon, Y/N.”

“Are we wrong?”

He froze at your question, his lips pressing together. “About what, exactly?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I just…I guess I can’t tell right from left anymore. I always assumed that the Avengers were the good guys. That the actions we’ve taken in the past were us making the world a better place, but…Sokovia and Ultron. Germany and the whole civil war thing we had going on. The entire world and Thanos. We don’t truly ever win. Do we?”

“I can’t answer that for you.” Sam shook his head. “I can’t tell you what to believe or who to believe in. But I can tell you that we’ve made a difference. Steve, Nat, Tony…they made a difference.”

“But was it a good difference? Was it a change? There’s a difference between changing the world and just making it different, Sam.”

He blinked at you, nodding slowly. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. And I don’t have that answer for you either. But they tried. They did what they thought was right. No matter if it was or not. And isn’t that all we can do? Try?”

His words made you think back to the conversation you had with Bucky once he learned about John Walker, which seemed so long ago. When you told him it wasn’t Sam’s fault. That he was just trying. That he did what he thought was right.

And maybe he was wrong. But he made a decision. It was his decision. To do the right thing. And right then, not for the first time, you could see exactly what Steve saw in the man in front of you.

“You’re a good man, Sam.”

Sam grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders and squeezing. “And you’re an incredible person, Y/N. Let’s go see if Bucky and the Baron got anything.”

You snickered at his mocking tone towards Zemo and nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

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You didn’t like it. You didn’t like it one bit. So far, Zemo kept proving you wrong. Even when it seemed like he was about to jump ship, he came back. No matter how many opportunities he had to escape, he never did. And it was making you even more suspicious.

You stayed out of Bucky and Sam’s conversation, although you had to agree with Sam’s point, especially with the conversation you just had.

Your thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute, only to be interrupted by Zemo information about the funeral this afternoon. Guess a snake will always be a snake.

“And you, uh, didn’t think this was important information?” You questioned, eyes narrowed and brow pinched.

He shrugged. “You have it now, don’t you, princess?”

Bucky growled at the nickname, leaning back on the couch, threatening Zemo with the Dora Milaje.

You can’t remember a time you’ve ever been scared of Bucky. Maybe a little threatened and intimidated by the Winter Soldier, but never scared of Bucky. And when he stood up after Zemo mentioned leverage, you didn’t expect anything from it; maybe another choke hold or something. So the glass hitting the wall, the clench in his jaw as he spoke gruffly to the Baron, for a mere second, he kind of frightened you. Maybe it was all the emotions you’d been through the past few weeks or maybe it was the adrenaline that seemed to be pulsing through your veins 24/7 nowadays. Whatever it was, it made you flinch, bolting up as Sam did.

You left the room quickly, hearing Sam say something about making a call, hoping to calm your racing heart.

“Doll?” You sat up from the bed you were laying on, legs hanging off the edge. Bucky stood in the doorway, nervously shifting his feet. “I know I said I’d leave you alone, but…”

You gave the bed a pat next to you and he gladly accepted the invitation, padding over to sit besides you. “I don’t want you to leave me alone, Buck. You’re my best friend. I-I just need to take it one thing at a time right now.”

He nodded. “I get it. I wasn’t…I wasn’t coming in to talk to you about that. You said we’ll talk about it later, so we’ll talk about it later.”

“I appreciate that, Bucky.” You smiled at him, before frowning. “What did you wanna talk about then? Are you okay?”

“Did I…did I scare you?”

You blinked at his question, tilting your head. “What?”

Jerking his head to the doorway he explained, “just then. With Zemo. Your heart spiked.”

“No.” You answered immediately. You would never ever admit that he kind of did scare you. It was just for a second and you knew how his brain worked; he’d beat himself up over it, go over his actions for hours instead of getting the rest he so desperately needs and deserves. He didn’t need that on his conscience right now. “I wasn’t - I just…you startled me. I wasn’t expecting that reaction-”

“I didn’t like the way he talked to you.” He spat out, glaring at his hands in his lap. “And then the smug bastard thought he was gonna get away with holding back information like that and I just…I dunno.”

His hand came off his thigh, but he hesitated. Before he could put it down again, you slipped your hand under his, linking your fingers, running your thumb in circles against his palm. “Don’t let him get to you, Buck. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

A sigh left his lips and he nodded. “I know, I know. It’s just…hard. After everything he put me through - put us through - I…I just hate that he’s really our only option.”

You frowned, shifting on the bed to face him, one leg bending beneath you while the other still hung over. “Why are you so obsessed with catching these guys?”

“I wanna do something right.” He murmured, playing with your fingers. “I’ve done so much wrong…I just wanna do something right. And I feel...responsible for it, I guess. In a way. It’s Super Soldier Serum. I thought I was the only one after Steve…” He froze at the blonde’s mention, giving you a side-eyed glance. You nudged him, silently telling him to continue, that it was okay to talk about him. “And Sam’s right, you know. She’s just a kid. So…I dunno. I wanna help. I wanna do something right. And catching them would help. It’s right. Right?”

You nodded firmly. “I understand where they’re coming from. Karli’s just trying to help the world. But she’s doing it wrong. And that I know for absolute certainty. Which is good, I guess. I was talking to Sam early and I mentioned not knowing my right from my left recently. It’s good I know something, huh? And for you it should be easy telling your right from your left.” You joked, tracing the gold lines on his metal arm. “I guess you’re just gonna have to stay besides me to help me remember.”

Looking up, you found Bucky staring at you with something you recognized in his eyes, but didn’t want to name. “Three hours, forty two minutes and thirty one seconds.”

“What?”

“That’s how long I didn’t talk to you. It was too long.”

You sighed, ducking your head. “Bucky, I’m sorry-”

“I’m sorry. For anything and everything I’ve ever done wrong. I won’t mention the plane or anything we’ve talked about until you bring it up first. I promise. Just…just don’t ignore me anymore? I'm not sure I can handle it for much longer.”

You nodded, watching your fingertips dance along his scruffy jaw. “I won’t.” He caught your wrist, opening his mouth, before shaking his head and closing it. “What?”

He shook his head again. “Not until you bring it up.”

“We will talk, James. I promise.”

“You don’t have to explain. I get it. I really do. It’s okay. As long as we’re okay for right now, I can hold it in a bit longer.”

You nearly asked him what he was holding in, but you quickly shoved the question out of your mind, knowing it would take you down a conversation you couldn’t possibly have right then. “How long do you think we have?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. Zemo just said that it’s this afternoon. Why?”

“I started reading The Great Gatsby on the plane. I’ve got it on my phone. It kinda reminds me of you. Do you-do you think we have time to read some? Only if you want, I mean. Like we used to do in Wakanda?”

He grinned and nodded, scooting up on the bed and flopping down into the pillows. You smiled back, following his lead. Once you were comfortable, your phone out with the chapter you were on, Bucky scooted closer, laying his head on your stomach, hugging your waist.

“Is this okay?”

Your fingers found home in his hair and you nodded when he looked up at you for an answer. “Yeah. It’s perfect, Buckaroo.”

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1987vampire · 3 years

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Proxies x reader NSFW HCs

alot of these scenes will actually most likely end up in this story im writing lmao, so stick around if you want to see them fleshed out

Let's get the obvious beginner out of the way.

Toby is a tits man, Brian likes ass, and Tim is happy with whatever (he likes tits more he just doesn't want to be rude)

Now, let's start with Toby

Toby is the most submissive bottom you will meet in your life.

Has slipped a bit too far into subspace a few times, and you've had to stop immediately once you realized.

Motherfucker just wants to be dommed and dommed hard. Just tell him what to do, please.

Has the biggest fucking mommy kink (which contributes to his love for tits because the motherfucker will lavish those bitches like no other when given the chance)

Also has the biggest praise kink you will ever see. Has came embarrassingly fast because you called him your good boy.

99 percent of his knowledge of sex comes from porn so,, he's going to have to be retaught most everything.

Has definitely groped your tit too hard on multiple occasions because he thought it was the right thing to do.

Surprisingly good learner, though. Just wants to make you happy.

He's the best one for quickies out of all of them only because he cums extremely fast while still prioritizing you.

(He makes up for how fast he cums by how many times he can do it. Motherfucker will paint you white all over before his body gives out. Plus, his CIPA makes it to where he can't feel the burning in his legs as he fucks you for hours. Has literally kept going until his body gave out because you wanted him to.)

All the boys have very specific thoughts on oral. Toby will give or receive, whichever makes you happier, but when he's allowed to go down on you, it's like you're his last meal.

It's one of the only time's he'll disobey your commands because it doesn't matter if you've already came three times??? He's still eating, lady, shhh.

Tried to dom one (1) time. Not doing that again. Dude started crying half-way through because he thought he was hurting you and your feelings by ordering you around.

You had to pause and take a bath with him afterwards while he calmed down. He spent half the bath blubbering into your neck and apologizing more times than you could count.

Now, Brian is the exact opposite of Toby.

You asked to try and let him be the bottom a single time and he fucked you so hard you couldn't walk the next day.

A little shithead who loves blowjobs. Will give you head, but much prefers you on your knees with him stuffed so far in that he’s tapping the back of your throat and you’re gripping his thighs while he uses you for nothing more than his pleasure in the moment.

Will mix degradation in with praise like he's been doing it his entire life. Has given you whiplash multiple times because of it.

He's so loud, too. Toby is whiny and begs, but this dude is in your ear with low grunts and groans, his voice spilling the foulest words he can think of.

Has you seeing stars while mumbling into your neck shit like "your pretty little pussy's taking me so well - like you were built to be my cocksleeve. Just a cumslut who takes whatever I give you. Look at you, all fucked out of your mind, pretty little baby. Can't wait to paint your fuckin' insides. It's what whores like you deserve."

He's also the best at aftercare, though. You normally have to take care of Toby after, and Tim does jack shit unless needed.

Brian, though, has his dresser packed with shit to take care of you with after. Will bathe you, dress you, tell you little reassurances, make sure you're okay.

He's also best at knowing when to stop. He can sense your hesitation as if he's the one feeling it.

Because of his dirty mouth, he's had to break off sessions early a few times. The biggest was when you started crying halfway through him fucking you missionary, and not the kind of crying he liked (because let's be real, this motherfucker loves to see you cry and beg to cum.)

He had called you a whore a few too many times through the session, and you had taken it a bit too close to heart (it was something that hit a bit harder than needed since you were dating multiple men at once.)

He spent the whole night cuddling you and reassuring you that he didn't really mean it. He loved you, they all did, it was just for the roleplay. "Stop crying, pretty baby, we're okay. I'm not actually mad. Let me see a smile, c'mon, doll."

Also, let me mention that because y'all are so fucking loud, Tim has banged on the door quite a few times trying to get you to calm down.

Tim made the mistake of grumbling to himself during dinner one time in front of you and Brian that 'you're so fucking loud it sounds like you're recording a goddamn porno in there.'

If you hadn't been choking on your food so hard, you might have noticed the sly grin that crossed Brian's face, though it was brought back later when he ended up filming you quite a few times from that night. It wouldn't be posted anywhere - fuck that, you were theirs, and no one else's.

(he did accidentally share a video of you cumming to the group chat all four of you were in on accident while sending cute pictures of the two of you. The mortification of hearing your moans come through the speaker of Toby's phone while he stared at it dumbfounded was enough for you to not talk to Brian for a whole week. It didn't matter if they had seen you like that before, it was still embarrassing!)

(Brian didn't tell you that the other two - Tim especially - had been sent worse videos than that.)

SPEAKING OF TIM.

Let's get started with this man. Tim is the laziest motherfucker known to man but it is nice.

Really, he’s not lazy, he’s just tired a lot, and he doesn’t want to put the effort in the fuck you senseless when you’ve got two others for that.

He prefers sleepy fucking where you’re both half-out-of-it and breathless. He enjoys both of you on your sides with him spooning you, his hips moving just enough to give enough friction for the both of you to cum after a while. You can and will fall alseep right after with him still buried inside of you.

Speaking of, what’s the best way to get y’all’s sexual tension out while still being lazy (besides just making you ride him which he does very often) ? Cockwarming.

He won’t even just do it in bed when it’s the two of you. He’s shimmied his pants down just enough for his cock to slip out and pushed your panties aside (since you were only wearing an oversized shirt and underwear. I mean, what did you think would happen?) and made you sit on him in the middle of the living room while the other two were lounging around, too distracted to notice.

However, if someone does notice (Especially in the beginning because you were horrible at hiding your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing from understimulation) he would not hide it.

“H-hey, y/-y/n, what’s-sss-s with the f-fa-face?” Toby had asked innocently one night while you were all watching TV together. You knew Tim was smirking behind you as he lifted the hem of the big shirt just enough to let Toby know what was going on. Boy blushed so hard and covered his eyes, smacking his face harshly in the process, and Tim and Brian snickered (because of course Brian already knew.)

Cockwarming also means that the second you finally - finally - start fucking, it’s over for the two of you in less than a minute, your fingers clawing at him as you finally get your release after hours. (the longest he’s made the two of you wait was four hours because we’re watching Toby’s favorite movies, we can’t interrupt him, now can we, darlin’?’

He’s also a huge fan of facesitting. Not the biggest fan of receiving blowjobs only because it makes him feel too vulnerable, but he could have you sit on his face for hours and not complain, his hands gripping your ass tight enough to leave bruises as he laved his tongue over your clit over and over.

The only - only - times Tim has fucked you rough was when it wasn’t even really him. You had been half-asleep with your back to him one time as he rutted into you slowly when you suddenly felt yourself flipped so you were ass up with your face being pushed into the mattress, his hips jutting at a speed you didn’t know he could reach.

You didn’t even have to look back to know that Masky - his alter that didn’t show himself too often around you - had taken over.

During getting fucked that time by Masky, you ended up so deep in subspace, trying to please the man you didn’t get too see that often that you let him him rip orgasm after orgasm from you until you couldn’t think straight and you entered a space where all you felt was pleasure, and you couldn’t even see straight.

You were brought out of it by Tim pressing a cold rag to your forehead, whispering sweet nothings to you as he tried to get you to come to, apologizing profusely for letting it happen. You had just grinned and - though your voice was thoroughly fucked up from screaming - told him to let Masky know he could do that again any time. Tim had gotten so flustered that he walked out of the room for a few minutes.

Speaking of alters real quick.

Tim and Brian are the only ones to have them - Masky and Hoody respectfully, of course - and they come out around you very little. Hoody comes out more than Masky though, and you can tell the difference in how quiet Brian will get.

Hoody and Masky have fucked you both separately and together (so have Tim and Brian but we’ll get to that in a second)

Masky loves you ass and prefers to have you in doggystyle over anything while Brian’s love for blowjobs is only intensified in his alter who will have you gagging on him until you almost pass out. He’ll give you a moment to breathe in just a second, just hold on a little longer, okay?

Hoody is almost always silent besides grunts that let him communicate with Masky. This is apparent even when you’re not fucking, and the three of you have to teach yourselves how to decipher the man’s made up language.

Masky is quiet too, but will grumble to himself more than anything, calling you the worst name’s he can think of while he slams into you so hard that you don’t even have to move yourself to give Hoody a proper blowjob, his grip on your hips and force of his thrusts are enough to have you bouncing back and forth quickly.

It’s not like you could really move anyways, not when Masky’s picking you up by your thighs and holding your hips up as he plows into you.

They love spitroasting but have definitely done double penetration even if you complain that you’re not prepped. Who cares? You’re obviously ready for it, look at you already cumming even though they haven’t moved.

Now, as for threesomes and or foursomes

Nine times out of ten, Toby is too embarrassed to do anything in front of the other two. Maybe if you coax him enough, reassure him that nobody will judge, he might join in for the night, but it’s an incredibly rare occurrence. Watching Brian boss you around is enough to make him squirm. You were supposed to be in change, not him? But there you were with your tongue sticking out as you rolled your hips against Tim, ready to fit either of them in your mouth. The other can always take another hole.

Toby not wanting to join doesn’t really both the other two though, and though it’s still not as common to have a threesome compared to one on one, Tim and Brian are always ready to share. Especially when you look so pretty whining into the air as you take both of them at once.

You don’t mind if Brian takes a few photos, right? I mean, just look at you! This is a perfect moment to capture. Ignore the fact that you’re now Tim’s home screen, your pretty tits out in the open as his cock is buried inside of you, Brian’s hand gripping the flesh of your hip. Why wouldn’t he want to see it all the time?

The same applies to them as their alters. Spitroasting is their absolute favorite, though Tim prefers it if you ride him while you slobber all over Brian instead of him having to use his energy to fuck you into oblivion.

They love double penetration as well, but once they tried to fit both of them in your pussy instead of one in your ass and you came so hard that you passed out. It’s brought out on special occasions after a l o t of prep.

really, overall. you have a boy for whatever mood you're in and you're literally never horny because the second you mention it someone is on top of you.

#proxies x reader #masky x reader #hoody x reader #ticci toby x reader #proxies #creepypasta x reader #poly!proxies x reader

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nicohischierz · 2 years

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Prompt *35 (from the pinned thing) with luke hughes like going to the lake house as friends

35: he/she’s just a friend

“i don’t want to intrude on your guys time,” you told luke as he grabbed your bag from your hands. the oh rolled his eyes at you and put your bag in the boot.

“y/n/n, you aren’t intruding anything. plus, my mom loves you. she probably won’t remember her children when she sees you,” luke teased.

you stuck your younger out at him and followed him into the car. luke drove the car whilst you handled the aux and gave him directions to his house.

when the car pulled into the driveway, the front door opened and put walked luke’s two older brothers. “and who is this gorgeous lady?” jack asked, looking you up and down.

“don’t flirt with y/n/n jack,” ellen chastised as she came running down the stairs towards you. she enveloped you in a hug before turning to her youngest.

ellen gave luke a quick hug before pulling you into the house leaving her three sons to carry your bags in.

“how have you been y/n/n? are you hungry, thirsty, tired?” she asked walking towards the kitchen. you shook your head and gave her a smile “i’m all good mama hughes,”

ellen didn’t take no ad an answer, so she sat you down at the kitchen island and poured you some lemonade and slid it against the counter to you.

the two of you went into the living room and sat on the sofa. ellen was turned towards you with her feet up waiting to ask you something.

“so how has everything been?” she asked. you were about to reply when luke came and sat beside you stealing the glass of lemonade from your hands.

you glared at luke and he just gave you a smile and handed you the nearly empty glass back. “i love you,” he declared sheepishly, luke then grabbed your face and kissed your cheek.

at that moment jack, quinn and some other boys came into the living room and stopped at the sight of luke kissing your cheek. “hey, no one told us y/n was here,” dylan exclaimed running towards you.

due to dylan’s distraction everyone dropped the topic of you and luke until the bonfire that night.

throughout the day, the boys watched as you and luke made little interactions such as him always holding onto your hands or how you were wearing his hoodie.

that night you were texting your boyfriend, matthew knies. matthew was on his way to the lake house and you were so excited to see him after so long.

he had texted you asking luke for the address to the lake house and whether he had the right one so you showed it to you friend who nodded.

“excuse me, let me just answer this call and i’ll be out of your hair,” you excused yourself from the boys to go talk to your boyfriend.

“dukes, why didn’t you tell us you were dating someone?” quinn asked when you left the vicinity. luke furrowed his eyebrows and looked to his teammates for help.

your call with matthew was quick so when you were walking back to the bonfire you could here the boys talking about luke’s girlfriend.

“wait who are you talking about?”

“y/n!”

after the two older brothers shouted your name out the michigan team started laughing. “that’s a good joke hughesy,” johnny laughed.

you sat yourself down next to luke and shook your head. “lukey and i aren’t dating, he’s just my friend. plus i don’t think my boyfriend would like that,” you mentioned nonchalantly.

quinn and jack turned red in the face and profusely apologised for the comments about you and luke. you smiled at them and said “it’s fine, you guys aren’t the first people to think so.”

#luke hughes blurb #nicohischierz request

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently.

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric?

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.

Cut all ties now. You have two days.

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”

“It’s none of your business, Zara.”

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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ONLY WANT YOU.

Pairing : Shawn Mendes × reader

Genre : Angst, smut, fluff

Warnings : Swearing, Daddy kink, thigh riding, unprotected sex, dom!Shawn, Self depreciation(very mild), oral (male receiving)

Summary : The reader and Shawn have an intense argument and then Shawn let's the reader know who's the one he wants.

You were more than worried now. It had been precisely 2 hours 14 minutes since Shawn left. You really managed to send him over the edge. You didn't want to. You didn't mean it. But you can't help it when all of the world is pining for what's not true. He's yours but no, everyone wants him and camila to be together.

Camila was such a lovely lady. You couldn't help but feel insecure. She was everything you'd want to be. Hell, she was beautiful and the worst part you wanted to hate her but you couldn't. She had that aura.

You and Shawn were in it for long. That's what you thought at least. You knew he was the one for you. And you believed you were too for him until recently.

Ever since the PR began after Senorita was out you couldn't help but question everything. Your bond with Shawn seemed to weaken. You found yourself distancing from him. You didn't want to. You never did. Everytime you saw an article in some shitty tabloid your breath got caught. You felt you couldn't breathe. You knew it was fake but guess these two were really good actors cause it didn't seem unreal it to you.

You tried to calm yourself. Remind yourself you were overanalysing the sitch. He is your boyfriend. He will be home soon. Then you can be in his strong arms and feel safe and secure. But none of it worked.

All this while, since the PR managers suggested this, Shawn had made sure to get you involved. Let you be a part of everything that's been happening or is going to in future. Make sure you're comfortable with it. And boy, did you say yes cause you didn't wanna hold him down. But now when he was not with you for the holidays, when he had to fly out every weekend to Miami you felt your nerves kick in.

You hated yourself for being such a hypocrite. Shawn never once made you feel secluded but your overthinker ass ravaged everything.

You were certain he hated you now. This was the longest you two had gone without talking after that intense a fight.

Shawn was back home after three months. You were so excited for him to be with you for a whole week now, until you saw that article. You knew it meant nothing but seeing your boyfriend sticking his tongue down another women's throat got the best of you. You didn't think it was going to affect you so bad when you said yes to the whole PR stuff but now you just didn't know how to feel.

You never told Shawn when your anxiety kicked in seeing him with her because you didn't want to seem like a hypocrite. But weren't you one?

You just suffered quietly. Tried to let it pass. It'd end soon. That's how you always calmed your raging nerves. You became quieter. Stopped being your bubbly self when Shawn called. He obviously noticed. He knew you better than you yourself. He just couldn't figure the issue cause you had so convincingly persuaded him to believe you were fine with it all.

"Hun, I'm home. " Shawn said as he closed the door after settling his luggage beside the shoe cabinet right at the entrance of your shared apartment.

When he got no response he was stressed. He expected you to pounce on him as soon as he opened the gate but there was no sign of you.

He kicked his shoes off and then remembered how it'd annoy you so much, laughed to himself and went back to put them in the cabinet before calling out for you again.

"Y/N, baby I'm home. "

He checked the living room. You weren't there. The kitchen next. No sign of you anywhere. He didn't expect you to be asleep cause it was just 7 and you were a night owl getting all pumped with energy as the clock hit 6 pm. This was your best time of the day and Shawn certainly had decided to make the best of it but you were nowhere to be found.

He wouldn't lie he was disappointed when you didn't fling yourself into his arms and peppered his face with cute wet kisses and were all clingy and lovey with him. He missed you so much.

He went to your bedroom, your shared room. Checked the whole house but there was no sign of you. He felt all that excitement dial down.

He decided to call you, obviously.

You didn't pick up.

He was worried now. He called your best friend cause you usually liked to hangout with her at evenings like this, discussing your medical school stuff and just chilling at times. She didn't pick up either. He called your mom and she told him that you were out with Y/F/N and she thought that he already knew.

Shawn was more than upset. He felt a little angry because you had been acting so not yourself and this was the least he could expect from you. There was something wrong obviously but why wouldn't you talk to him. Every time he tried to talk, you'd just make some excuse. He was tired now and this was what sent him over the edge. He tried calling you after an hour again. Just to get back a text saying "I'll be home late. Dinner's in the fridge. Don't wait for me. "

He was pissed off. Really bad.

You came home around 10:30 at night. You knew this wasn't fair to Shawn. After you saw that article you just couldn't. You had to let some seam off. Y/F/N called you and asked you if you'd wanna come to a small party they were throwing for Tom, a batchmate of yours Shawn had a huge disliking towards. Tom had asked you out cause he didn't know you had a boyfriend and he made it very clear that he liked you a lot. Shawn didn't take that well, obviously. He hated Tom's guts.

You wanted to get on his nerves after seeing the article. So you did.

You put on your sexiest one piece Shawn got for you year on your graduation day. The nerve of you. You informed your mom cause you knew Shawn would call her as you didn't plan on picking up his phone.

You opened the door with your key. The click noise made Shawn wake up from his light slumber.

You knew you had pulled off real shit and well consequences weren't gonna be good.

As you went inside. You saw the food was out on the counter but untouched. Shawn was in the living room, glaring at you.

"Where were you, Y/N? " He asked you with a voice dangerously low sending chills down your spine.

But heh you had enough liquid courage to be a douche at this point.

"Hello to you too. " You said in a rude tone.

"I said where the fuck were you, Y/N? It's been three goddamn hours. I have been so stressed what the hell is wrong with you. You didn't even care to tell me yourself. What the fuck?" He snapped at you moving towards you in the kitchen where you were pouring some water for yourself.

" I was at Tom's birthday party with Y/F/N." You said non chalantly.

His eyes shot up. Going wide.

" So you decided to go to that fucker's party instead of being with me. I'm home after three fucking months for fuck's sake." He yelled from across the counter.

You flinched hearing his tone but snapped right back. "Well what am I supposed to do Shawn? Sit here like a fool while you stick your tongue down her throat. All I see are pictures of you two making out every fucking where so am I just supposed to fucking wait for you after getting ten thousand notifications showing my boyfriend and his fucking girlfriend!? "

He took in a deep breath as if to not do anything wrong. The change on his face was scary. He just went from angry and worried to nothing. His face went expressionless. The tension getting thicker with every passing second.

You realised how wrong you were instantly. Hands flying to cover your mouth. " Shawn, i-... I am.. I didn't mean it. Bab-"

"You fucking meant it, Y/N. I can't even. You've got to be kidding me. " He took his Jeep's keys and headed for the gate. You tried to stop him by touching his shoulder but the look he gave you made you feel disgusted with yourself. He slammed the gate as he went out. Tears made their way down your cheeks smudging all your make up.

You sank down right where you were beside the kitchen counter. You hated yourself in this moment more than you ever had. The one person who always put your needs first, cared for you more than himself, you managed to make him hate you. You were certain he did.

You ran took your phone called Shawn. Over and over again. 5 calls went unanswered. You were perturbed. Didn't know what to do. Didn't know where he could be. You wanted to just be in his arms. You didn't deserve it but you felt home. His arms were your home. And you just ruined it all. Your baseless insecurities did.

You sat there helpless, loathing yourself. You don't know when sleep took over you. When you woke up it was 12. You got up in haste, drowning in worry. It had been an hour and a half since he left. You called him again and again to no avail. You lost the best thing you ever had and you knew you wouldn't be able to live with yourself after what you did.

You decided leaving was the best. He anyway wouldn't want you near him. Shawn deserved the world. He deserved the best. And then there was you who gave him nothing but hurled insults at him.

Tears didn't stop flowing at a point you felt you didn't have anymore left but you were wrong. You went up to your bedroom. Taking out a suitcase. You didn't want to bother him more. You weren't worth it.

You put in your essentials in the bag, moving to the closet after that. You changed into one of your hoodies. It was his. All of your clothes were basically his. You needed to wear them to feel home when he wasn't around. He loved them on you but now you weren't so sure. You anyway did it. One hoodie wouldn't upset him.

As you were done packing you checked the time it was over 2 hours. You wanted to die right at this moment. Shawn was not picking up your calls. You called Geoff earlier, he had no idea where Shawn was. Now you decided to call Karen. You didn't know what to do. You had already asked Andrew if Shawn was at the studio. You didn't want to stress everywhere cause Shawn didn't get mad easily but when he did it was bad. Extremely bad.

Just as you were about to call Karen you felt yourself being turned around, moved towards the closet door, a pair of strong arms pulling you and then his warm swollen lips being attached to yours. You melted right then. You didn't know how to respond. You couldn't believe it. Were you dreaming? But as you let it sink in, it was your Shawn kissing you. His smell invaded your senses making you feel alive again. Those lips moulded with yours felt like heaven. Tears made their way out of your eyes again. Lips starting to move against his. Hands going into his hair tugging at it as he devoured you. You didn't realize he was crying too until you opened your eyes. His eyes blood shot, cheeks tear stained. You hated you were the reason for his disheveled state. You hated yourself.

You broke the kiss. Not being able to look him in the eyes. Trying to catch your breath.

After a few minutes of total silence you figured this was goodbye. You started moving towards your suitcase.

As he saw what you were doing he let out a loud groan. He wanted to knock some sense into you and he decided he will.

He held your arm pulling you towards himself, asking with a hoarse voice "Where do you think you are going? "

"I'm sorry, Shawn. I just....you deserve better. I'll leave, I wanted to ask you if I can take this one hoodie? If you want it back I understand. I just didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean anything I said earlier. It just I was a little drunk you know it's I'm so terribly sorry. " You rambled didn't realising when you started sobbing.

You felt his arms wrap around you. Engulfing you in a loving hug. You broke down. He was still being so considerate when all you did was break his heart.

"Shush honey. Y/N, I am right here. You're not going anywhere."

"I am sorry. So sorry. I-.. I'll leave. "

"Baby, I said you are not going anywhere. I need you hun. You remember, it's forever." He said in his beautiful voice showing you his promise ring. The one you got him three months back. Just before he left.

You looked up at him through your crys. You wanted to see if he hated you or not. He could lie to you but his eyes could never. To your surprise all you saw was worry and love. A sense of relief washed over you. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding all this while.

"I love you baby. We are okay. I'm sorry I shouldn't have left like this."

"No no no Shawn. You.. I.... I'm so fucking terrible. I didn't mean anything earlier. I just wanted to I don't know I'm a fool. I was so scared I lost you forever. I'm so sorry. I love you so much. "

"No bub, I get where you're coming from. I understand. Just seeing you go to his birthday party made my blood boil. Seeing me with Camila, making out, holding hands I get it. I'm sorry. You should have told me, Y/N. I always wanted you to be comfortable with it. Although I shouldn't have put you in that spot when I know you won't ever say anything that's not in favour of my career. "

" I just didn't wanna hold you back, Shawn. I knew it was important but seeing you with her I just can't help but compare myself to her. I'm so pathetic. I hate myself. "

" Hey don't you ever say that about my baby. She's the best. Okay? Most beautiful, most caring, loving, selfless and she has the best legs. Her ass is so sexy. Her curves. Those lips I never wanna let go off. " He said his hands on your ass massaging it. You let out a low moan. It had been so long.

You wanted Shawn more than anything . His head dipped down to your neck, your head falling back. It felt unreal to be this close to him again. Especially after that sick stunt you pulled off.

He bit you at your soft spot and you jumped in his arms making him chuckle. He licked it to soothe it and you moaned. Not being able to control how overwhelmed you were after months of no physical contact with him.

"By the way that dress, baby. Not a smart move wearing it to Tom's birthday party, was it? " He said as his hands creeped up inside your hoodie sending shivers up your spine.

You just moaned in response only to receive a light tug at your bum.

"Words, honey. Use your words with me. " He said in that deep voice making your knees turn into jelly.

"Yes daddy. It was so stupid of me. Sorry daddy. " You said in your most innocent voice. Eyes looking glossy.

Shawn literally lost it there. Letting out a low growl. " Fuck Y/N." He turned you around. Making you face the mirror on your vanity. Your ass pressed onto his front. You could feel him already getting hard against your thigh. "Say it again." He commanded in a low voice. So you did feeling yourself getting wet. The pool in your panties becoming larger. "Mmm Daddy." You moaned as he moved your hair onto one side tilting your head so that he could assault your neck again. He knew how much you loved it when he did this.

"You know I wanted to take you right when you entered the house. Looking so pretty in that dress. Daddy got so worked up, baby. Only if you weren't being an annoying little brat." He said bringing his hand on your left boob cupping it under your hoodie.

"No bra? You're being very naughty I see."

"Sorrrryyy daddy. Sorry for being a little brat. I need you, daddy." You couldn't take his assault anymore. You whined. You just wanted him to fuck you into oblivion. Wanted him to be rough with you. Wanted to be close to him. As close that even air couldn't get in between the two of you.

"My hun is eager, I see. What do you want honey?" He asked.

"Want daddy to fuck me. Hard." You answered. Your eyes closed as he played with your tits. You could already feel yourself dripping on your thigh.

"Fuck baby. Getting daddy so hard huh? But do you deserve it after what you did."

"No daddy I have been bad. Very bad." You said. Extremely excited for what was in store for you. Shawn being a little rough and dominant always got you in the mood no matter when and where. That was his effect. The fact that only you got to see this side of the otherwise always a sweetheart gentle giant Shawn worked wonders on you. You loved it and he knew that.

"Hmm so kitten what is your punishment then?" Shawn whispered in your left ear. Making goosebumps arise on your body.

"Spanks, daddy. I have to count."

"Mm look at you being so good. How many do you deserve baby? "

"6 daddy? "

"Isn't that very less for what you did hun? Make it 10."

"Okay daddy."

He tugged at your hands as an indication for you to raise them so that he could take off his large hoodie of you. Leaving you only in your black lace panties. Looking at your almost naked body, Shawn couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips. Hands immediately cupping both your boobs. "So beautiful kitten."

"Thank you, daddy."

He proceeded on to take off his shirt. His biceps flexing in the process making your mouth water. You still were in a haze. This man, literally Adonis was yours? How'd you get so lucky? His flawless skin. The little hair peppering his chest. The defined pecs. His abs. You didn't even realise you were gawking at him. Literally with your mouth open. A chuckle brought you back to reality. Getting flushed instantly.

"Mmm definitely enjoying what you see hun. Come here." He said sitting at the edge of the bed opening his legs so that you could bend over his thighs. You did as told.

"Want these off baby. " He tugged at your panties. Before you could even move to get them off. He ripped them apart in half as if it was nothing. You got wetter if that was possible.

"Now bend." He said. You did as told. You bent over his lap.

"Count baby." He growled as his hand slapped your right ass cheek. A loud moan leaving your lips. "One."

Another spank at the same place. Making it become an angry red. "Two." You whined.

Shawn saw your wetness dripping down your thighs forcing a strangled moan out of him. His fingers immediately going to your freshly shaved pussy lips. "You are enjoying this so much kitten? " He asked as his fingers dipped in your folds, you almost screaming at the sudden action, then he took them in his mouth. You sublimated right that moment. If this wasn't the hottest thing you'd ever seen you didn't know what was. You felt pure bliss.

Still in that euphoria you didn't realize how time passed and his hand came in contact with your ass again. Harder than before.

"Three." You cried. Your ass blood red. Tears threatening to fall out of your eyes any second. Just for a second Shawn's demeanor faltered. He seemed to be having second thoughts. He couldn't hurt you. His hand soothingly titillating the area.

You, as if, read his thoughts and told him to continue. "It hurts so good, daddy." That was all he needed. "You're doing so good kitten. Just two more." With that his hand came down again not so hard this time. You moaned, loving the burning sensation.

He repeated the same with your left cheek. You started to cry by the time he was done. He took you in his arms. Making you face him. Straddling his lap. "Did so good for me baby." You rested your head on his shoulder. Your bare pussy against the rough fabric of his jeans. His thick thighs clenching. And you started to grind your self on his thigh. You didn't even realise when. The pleasure seeming to only increase with each thrust of your hips. You let out a moan at the same time as Shawn, it's what made reality dawn upon you. Your actions halted thinking he'd want to punish you, maybe.

When you looked into his eyes, they were darker than before, almost black, filled with insatiable hunger. A wave of confidence hit you. Your movements resumed. Your pace a little faster now. Your hands made way around his neck, wrapping them for support as he held you by your waist. His eyes boring into yours, you felt yourself melt. "I want you to get off my thigh, Y/N. Don't stop until you cum." He said in a voice that was enough to do it for you. He sounded so fucking sexy you couldn't even make sense of it. "Okay daddy." With that you increased your pace. His toned muscles flexing with your movements. It felt like heaven. You felt the fire burn in you. That familiar pit. Shawn kept on cooing filthy things in your ear sending you over the edge even faster. You held onto him for dear life as you came, nails digging in his skin. This was different. The way he responded to your actions. It felt unreal. It was beyond amazing.

"Felt so good daddy." You said as you went to kiss him. He captured your lips with his, kissing you with burning passion. You poured all your apologies, how ashamed you were of your unreasonable behavior, your unconditional love for him, all in that kiss. It conveying more than you could vocally have.

"Look at you hun, ruined daddy's pants huh? Looked like a goddess getting off of my thigh. You like it?"

"Loved it daddy. I love 'em."

He wrapped your legs around his waist as if you weighed nothing, standing up. He threw you on the bed. Taking his pants off along with his boxers. His thick member sprang out of the confines hitting his abdomen making the most unholy noise. You almost gasped at how terribly hard he was. It must be painful.

You scooted closer to him on the bed, reaching the edge. "Can I taste you, daddy? "

"Fuck. Go ahead baby."

"Mmm okay." You said as you reached for him. Getting in between his thighs. Making him sit on the bed and getting on your knees on the floor. You wanted to make him feel just as good as you felt. And boy were you determined.

You took his length in your hands. Spreading the precum all over it and your lips pulling out a pornographic moan off him. He stared at you in awe. Looking so pretty with his cock in your hands, on your knees for him. So wet, your juices dripping everywhere. It was nasty and he loved it.

You took his balls in your mouth, caressing his cock, all the prominent veins and the angry red tip making you salivate. You started running your hands up and down him. Sucking his balls. "Fuck honey, so good. Go on." He caressed your hair. "Always so good for me." You released his balls from your mouth with a pop sound and licked his underside from the base to the tip, feeling each vein. You took his tip in your mouth making him almost stop breathing. "Such a good girl, Y/N. Doing amazing." He moaned. It felt like music to your ears. You finally took him all in. He let out a loud whine. The warmth of your mouth making him dizzy. You started moving your head faster, almost releasing him fully then taking as much of him as you could until he hit the back of your throat. You loved giving Shawn a head. Hell you loved doing everything to him. Anything you did for him, with him was automatically your favorite. You felt what a dumbass you were to even think of leaving him. He's the best thing that has happened to you ever. He's your present and your future. You can't let yourself ruin that. Shawn abruptly stopped you. Pulling himself out of your mouth. You gave him a confused look. "What's wrong, Shawn?" "Not gonna last long, baby. Wanna feel you. Be inside you. Come here." He scooped you in his arms. Made you lay on the bed facing the vanity mirror. He came up beside you. His large body engulfing you as he spooned you. You reached down taking him in your hands, not being able to take anymore teasing. You needed him in you. Wanted to feel full again. It almost felt like the first time today. Your emotions all over the place, being so raw. You loved every microsecond of it. You lined him with yourself, almost about to take him in when Shawn took control. "Calm down. You know Y/N, good girls don't behave like this." "Sorry." You mumbled grumpily. His hand wrapped around your throat. Pressing lightly. Fuck, you got wetter if that was humanely even possible. You felt you might cum right then. "Sorry, what honey? Be good." "Sorry Daddy." "Mmm better." He said as he rubbed his tip at your slit. Teasing you like always. "So wet for me, honey. You've ruined all the sheets." You just moaned loudly in response incapable of forming a coherent sentence. He slowly pushed inside you. He was so fucking big. It hurt. He stretched you out so well. Relief washing you over. Feeling him in you made you feel complete. He stilled once he was inside letting you adjust. "Move baby? " He asked. "Mmm fuck. Yes daddy." You said.

His hand moved from your throat to your clit, rubbing you as he fucked you hard from behind. Your eyes started to close which as soon as he noticed he stopped. You whined so loudly at this it was almost shocking for you. "Open your eyes, baby if you want me to continue. Watch us in the mirror. Watch how daddy fucks you so good." And you saw the most obscene sight. His one hand rubbing your clit. You could see his cock move in and out of you. Other hand on your left boob pressing it hard. You couldn't help but whimper at the beautiful view. So dirty. You loved it.

His pace got faster as he dipped his neck into the crook of your neck leaving hickeys. Your hand reaching back holding onto his arm. Your nails scratching him, digging into his skin.

The feeling of bliss took over you as you yelled "I'm going to cum, Shawn." "Come for me, honey. I'm gonna cum too." His pace faltered becoming slower. He was close too. He rubbed your little nub faster, the nerves started burning at his assault.

"Aaah fuck fuck fuck daddy." With that you came all over him, him following you almost instantly. He let out a grunt as he came inside you, filling you up. Riding you both to the end of your orgasms.

He stayed like that for a few minutes. Not moving at all. Then he pulled out of you. Getting up to go to the bathroom like he always did. He came back with a wet towel, cleaning you up so gently. Then he cleaned himself up with the same towel. And you don't know but this always felt so intimate to you. More than all that you guys just did. Him cleaning you both up with the same towel made your heart flutter. You were so fallen for him you didn't know yourself.

He came back after dumping the towel with the dirty laundry.

As soon as he came to bed, you snuggled into his chest. He was your home. You felt so safe. No one could hurt you with him there. Not even you, yourself. He'd protect you.

A single tear slipped from your eye as you both lay in comfortable silence cuddled with each other. As he noticed it, in the sweetest voice ever he said "It's okay baby. You don't have to even think about what happened earlier, again. I knew it'd affect you badly and I still went for it. I knew if I asked you, you'd never say no. So it was me taking you for granted, hun. You're not at fault. It was me, baby. I put you in that spot."

"Oh shut up, Mendes. Always making me seem so good. It was my and only my fault. Don't you dare blame it on yourself. And I'm so so sorry. I won't ever doubt what we have. It's the most real thing I have felt in my whole 22 years of existence. I love you so much, words can't even express it."

"But you do in other ways. You know." He smirked making you roll your eyes, nudging him lightly in his chest.

"You riding my thigh was the most fucking hot view ever. Trust me, I almost came."

"Oh shut it and let me sleep." You said all flustered about what you did.

"One last thing, baby. "

"Hmm? "

"You're the only one I want. "

You cuddled more into him finally being able to fall asleep soundly in your home.

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Okay here’s the request I was thinking of - what if Karl, Mr. Time Travel himself, brings together all the children from all the timelines with all the different parents because his daughter from his own timeline is trapped in the Inbetween as punishment for Karl escaping to the other side, and what’s worse is that in his own timeline, the SMP members are beginning to forget she ever existed. He can’t go get her himself because the Inbetween knows all the tricks he’d pull since he was connected for such a long time. Just an idea, I’d love to see how the different readers with different parents would interact.

THIS WAS INSANE TO WRITE! It's also a lot longer than planned B) Hope you enjoy! Also! Someone tell me how the fuck I tag this XD Do I add all the parent pairings or not. Help??

The Many Faces of (Y/N)

Deals with Lost Ones Canon but this will not be canon and not everything mentioned is canon.

Warnings: Light angst, Minor Fight Scenes, Multiple Realities and Timelines, The Inbetween

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It was rather quick, the process. Some fell in, some simply staggered forward, some simply stood. Yet, all confused.

One with an (F/C) bandana was the first to react, leaping onto her feet, having been one to fall, her eyes locking onto the one with a smiley mask on the side of her face, that gave the bandana wearer bad memories. The bandana brandished her sword and the mask wearer reacted with the pull of an axe.

“Who the hell are you!” She demanded to the mask.

“Who am I? Who the hell are you! Put that sword away before you hurt yourself.”

“Oh, fuck off bitch!” She snapped.

One wearing a cape pulled her sword slightly from its sheath as she looked at the two similar faces.

“Why don’t we all calm down?” The cape said.

“Not until she tells me who the fuck she is! Especially with that fucking mask!”

One in a fox jacket took a step back from the rising tension as one in a split black and white dress shifted nervously at the anger, too afraid to speak.

“Hey! Let’s calm ourselves!” A girl in a green hat stepped between the trio.

“Why the hell do you all look like me!” The bandana exclaimed.

“We all look like each other dumbass.” The cape said as she fully brought out her sword. “Now put. Your weapon. Away.”

The girl in the bandana clenched her jaw as she looked at the one in the mask, steeling herself before darting around the one in the hat and went for her.

“Fuck you!”

A girl with a tiara went to stop the girl attacking as one dressed in a pair of overalls yelped in surprise when another one wearing a L’Manberg uniform intercepted the attack. The L’Manberg uniform held a bow and shot the sword out of the bandana wearer's hand.

“Ladies, can we please use our words instead?” She asked, putting the bow on her back as she dusted her uniform off. “No need for such weapons.”

“FUCK OFF! This isn’t your problem!” The bandana wearer protested.

Tense stood between the similar-looking teenagers, all able to tell the difference between each other by only their clothing.

Karl stood, still trying to get a word in when the final girl a blue hoodie came over to him, tugging on his hoodie sleeve. He looked at her and she held a piece of blue to him smiling.

“You looked stressed. Here, have some blue. Calm yourself.”

He took the blue from her, some of his worries melting but not enough.

“Oh dear. You filled the blue. Are you alright?” She asked him.

“No, that’s why I need to talk to everyone,” Karl told her.

“Ok.” She nodded, simply walking in between the tension, everyone mildly shocked by her boldness. “Hi! I’m (Y/N). You guys look a lot like me and that’s pretty cool! But he wants to talk to us. It will make him feel better.”

She pointed at Karl and everyone still stared at her shocked for a moment before finally giving Karl their attention.

“Hello…Uh, sorry about all this. I needed help and I had nowhere else to go.” He said.

“Karl?” The mask wearer questioned, putting her axe away.

“Yes. I’m not…your Karls though.” He said as the bandana wearer picked up her sword, worrying him, but she sheathed it.

With her weapon away, the cape wearer put hers away as well as she spoke. “Our Karls?”

He nodded. “I’m Karl from my universe. This is a place outside all of our universes.”

The girl in the bandana went slightly crossed-eyed as the one in the fox jacket came forward.

“Great, magic and crap. Why are we here?” She asked.

“The thing that makes this all possible, the Inbetween, it took…it took my daughter from me as punishment. It knows all my tricks, so I needed to do something completely unpredictable, even by the Inbetween.”

“And bringing forward a bunch of…us, was your battle plan?” The L’Manberg uniform crossed her arms. “We’re the same person.”

“I mean, we’re not.” The tiara said. “Some of us immediately drew arms as some of us stayed calm or moved away. We’re all even dressed differently.”

“Wait, what’s different about our universes?” The bandana brought back to that subject.

“You all have different fathers. That’s the most defining factor I went for.” Karl said. “I couldn’t bring several of my daughter, that’d be predictable. But several of you…”

“That’s a multitude of different possibilities. We’re all bound to do something different.” Green hat nodded.

“Well, you got to be Phil’s kid, he’d only wear a hat that fucking stupid.” The bandana snorted.

“Hey!” The green hat snapped before crossing her arms. “And you must be Tommy’s, nobody has a mouth that bad.”

“Fuck you! My dad’s amazing.” She held up her nose.

“He’s my brother and he’s an idiot.” She said, the one wearing a cape and L’Manberg uniform snorting.

“You wanna go bitch!” She challenged, putting a hand on her sword handle.

“No more weapons. Let’s introduce ourselves civically.” The L’Manberg uniform said, putting a hand on Tommy’s child's shoulder. “I’m Wilbur’s child.”

“That’s ironic coming from Wilbur’s kid.” Tommy’s daughter muttered.

“What does that mean?” She frowned.

“Nothing.” The other scoffed.

“I’m Tubbo’s.” The girl in overalls stepped forward.

“I’m Fundy’s.” The fox jacket raised her hand, Tommy’s daughter snickering about a furry and getting a glare in return.

“I’m Ranboo’s.” The black and white dress piped up timidly.

“I’m Ghostbur’s!” The blue hoodie grinned, make Wilbur’s child frown.

“I’m Eret’s.” The tiara curtsied.

“I’m Techno’s.” The cape crossed her arms.

“I’m Dream’s.” The mask said last.

“Ew.” Tommy’s daughter scrunched up her nose.

“Fuck off brat.” She scoffed.

“Bitch!” The other went forward but Phil’s child grabbed the back of her shirt to stop her.

“I know all of you have different nicknames from your fathers.” Karl stepped in to stop another fight before it started. “If we used them, it would be easier to talk to each other since you’re all named (Y/N). I…I call my daughter little traveler.”

“My dad calls me little blue!” The blue hoodie smiled widely.

“My father calls me Little Blade or goddess.”

“Little angel.” The bucket hat let go of the pouting girl.

“Big (F/L)!” The girl grinned now, lying about the big part.

“Little star.”

“Little Boo or Enderman.”

“Kit.” The fox jacket answered, not saying her other names.

“Little lamb or bee, whichever you like.”

“Princess.”

The girl with the smiley mask frowned, crossing her arms slightly. She didn’t exactly want these people to call her sweetheart. She thought of nicknames, little flame, little muffin, little color, but none of those were from her dad…except one.

“Little terror.” She looked away.

“Great.” Karl nodded. “Now that you all have different names we can use, we can make a plan…I-I’ve been trying to get out of the Inbetween, stop my traveling as I was forgetting too much. It didn’t like that and took (Y/N). Now it seems everyone in my world is forgetting her…I need to get her back.”

“Where exactly is she being kept?” Star asked.

“What kind of enemies will there be?” Blade questioned.

“Is it possible to just sneak in?” Angel added.

“I don’t know exactly where she’s being kept, I just know she’s deep in the Inbetween. And, with it being a powerful entity, it can conjure any enemies it wants and can see just about anything. That’s where the unpredictable patterns come in.” Karl nodded.

“Right, well, then let’s go fuck some shit up.” (F/L) grinned.

“We can’t just run in.” Star rolled her eyes. “Raise your hands if you can fight.”

Everyone raised their hands besides Blue and Boo gave a halfhearted raise.

“What’s with you?” Star nodded at Boo.

“I just don’t like fighting unless I need to.” Boo shrugged.

“Well, you’ll need to here, and you. Why can’t you fight?” Star asked Blue.

Blue shifted a bit nervously now as (F/L) scoffed, earning Star’s attention.

“She’s fucking Ghostbur’s kid. She won’t even be able to look at a fight.” (F/L) said.

“Who the hell is Ghostbur?” Star crossed her arms now.

(F/L) opened her mouth then closed it, frowning. Star was Wilbur’s kid. Meaning, she knew Alivebur but wouldn’t know…(F/L) looked at Karl with a few others, who shifted nervously himself.

“You’re all from different time periods in the SMP, some with different courses.”

“Hold up! That’s why you’re wearing a L’Manberg uniform?!” (F/L) whipped around to Star.

“I hardly see why—”

“He…Did you see Pogtopia?”

“(F/L).” Blade warned slightly as she stepped over, seeing not only Star stiffen but Kit and Lamb as well.

“I-I did.” Star nodded.

“How’d it end?”

“(F/L),” Angel said as well now.

“No, I need to know.”

“We won. We went home, what about it?” Star crossed her arms and gripped onto them.

“Because L’Manberg is gone. Blown up, by Wilbur. Who’s now.” (F/L) pointed at Blue, who was fiddling with a piece of blue. “Ghostbur.”

“That’s…Dad would never resort to such tactics.” Star clenched her hands. “Now we have different things to discuss rather than your wild accusations.”

“Wild huh? He—” (F/L) went to continue.

She was just scared and upset with old thoughts and memories that felt like they were surrounding her. She just wanted to take her anger out and didn’t see how she upsetting others around her. Angel did though and grabbed the back of her shirt, pulling her back with enough force, making (F/L) fall on her ass.

“You’re upsetting everyone. So shut up.” She told her.

(F/L) gripped her hands but did indeed see a few unsettled and an upset face on Blue as she stared at the piece of blue in her hands.

“Where do we start?” Terror asked this time. “We have to start somewhere to look.”

“I can send all of you into the heart of it all but I can’t come with. All I can offer are notes.” Karl told them, holding out a journal, which Boo stepped forward to take.

“Because it can predict you.” Blade nodded.

“So, we’re going in there half blind?” Kit huffed.

“I don’t want to send any of you in there.” Karl defended. “But I…I have no other options past this. Please, I hate to ask this, but please help me get my little traveler back.”

(F/L) stood up and dusted herself off. “Sure, whatever, as long as I can fuck shit up.”

Blade gave her a sharp whack on the back of her head and she glared at her.

“Alright, well then…everyone willing, raise your hand.” Angel stepped forward.

Star raised her hand and following after was Terror. (F/L) and Blade raised their hands next as Blue followed suit. Kit sighed, before raising her hand as Lamb nodded raising her hand and Princess as well. Boo hesitated before raising her hand. Everyone was willing to help.

“Then we’re as ready as we’ll ever be.” Terror nodded.

“Ok, everyone, please be careful. I hope to see you soon.” Karl said as he closed his eyes before reciting a few words, creating a new portal.

The different versions of the teenager looked at each other before they each jumped in, Blue being the last as she waved a happy bye to Karl. The portal closed and Karl sighed. He hoped everyone would be alright…

All the girls stood in an empty room a few doors at their disposal, several of them resting hands on their weapons.

“Alright, where do we start?” Blade asked.

“Well, there’s no time like the present!” (F/L) said, going to a random door as Boo was looking through Karl’s book.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Lamb warned her, following quickly.

“We’ll be fine.” She opened the door and there was a normal-looking hallway. “See? Nothing to worry about. Now come on, we got shit to wreck. Treasure to possibly find.”

“How are we all the same person?” Star muttered, Lamb looking over at the others in question. “Come on.”

Everyone went to follow until Boo spoke up.

“Be careful. Karl says as soon as the Inbetween knows we’re here, it will try and trick us. Turn us around. We’re going to have to be careful.” She said as she looked at the others.

“Then let’s make as much ground as we can before it figures out.” Blade nodded.

Boo closed the book before everyone started making their way down the hall, (F/L) in front with a hand on her sword. The hallway was purely white with columns holding up the ceiling above them, a few plants held on tables but after that, there was nothing else. No doors leading anywhere.

“How do we know it doesn’t already know we’re here and we’re about to walk down this hallway endlessly?” Kit asked, frowning as she looked to Blue next to her as she just hummed happily.

“I suppose we won’t know unless we keep going.” Terror mumbled.

“Would you guys stop complaining? I have a great sense of direction and I know this is the right way.” (F/L) rolled her eyes.

It was another good five minutes of walking before they finally reached one door at the end of the hallway.

“Thank fuck.” (F/L) huffed before opening the door. “Oh, for the love of--!”

Inside was a square room with different openings. This time though, they could see inside various looking rooms.

“Where the hell do, we go?” (F/L) crossed her arms as everyone gathered into the square room.

“What happened to your great sense of direction?” Blade snorted.

“Fuck off.”

“You got anything back there, Ender?” Star looked at her.

“Not much,” Boo muttered as she flipped the page. “Just that the further we go in, the deeper we get in.”

“And Karl said his kid will be deep in.” Angel put her hands on her hips. “So, we need to go through as many rooms as possible before we’re caught.”

“So, no more five-minute hallways.” Terror smirked.

“We can still go bitch!” (F/L) threatened.

“Well, maybe we should go in the nicer-looking room,” Lamb suggested.

“No, we need one with a door close by,” Star said, looking through the various rooms, ranging from being outdoors to an actual room.

“The courtyard looks safest; we can see nothing’s there and the doors just across it.” Princess pointed out.

“Yeah, it looks like the best way.” Star nodded. “Come on.”

The group walked through the door and with ease, went into a wider hallway, following that once more down till they came to a new doorway. It was much of the same cycle, they’d go through door after door, trying to get deeper into dimensions they didn’t understand and where they had no concept of time. They didn’t do much exploring, wishing to complete the work given, though some like Kit and (F/L) were a little eager to grab anything shiny while Blue grabbed several blue things she spotted.

As they were walking down another hallway that had other corridors, that was currently leading to dead ends, Star quickly hid in one of the corridors as she was in the lead as she hissed;

“Hide!”

Everyone was quick to follow her, some in the corridor across from her and some with her, all except Blue. Terror grabbed her though and pulled her into the one across from Star. The girls all looked to see something they’ve never seen. A human figure made completely of metal, but not like armor. It was pure metal everywhere.

“Boo?” Star whispered to the girl on her side and she was frantically flipping through the book as she tried to figure out what they were looking at.

“I-I don’t know.” She whispered back.

Kit stared at the figure walking from all of them and saw a faint red glow within the metal.

“It’s blocking the next door.” (F/L) hissed to her group on the other side. “Let’s just kill it, it’s obviously a mob of…some sort.”

“And how do you want to do that?” Terror motioned to it. “It’s made of metal.”

“And redstone.” Kit muttered.

(F/L), Terror, Princess, and Blue looked at the girl. Kit took a deep breath.

“It’s running on redstone. See the faint glow? It’s being powered by it.”

“What the hell is that?” (F/L) looked at it with wide eyes as Star frowned over at the others, unable to hear what they were staying.

“You break the circuit,” Fundy told Kit as he brushed the redstone away from the piston he set up with his sword and the piston went down. “You take away the power.”

“We need it out of the way and if we break the circuit, it doesn’t have power. I got it.” Kit said before sneaking out.

Star motioned furiously in a panic to know what was going on as Kit silently came up behind the thing. Years of practice helped as she quietly pulled her sword, seeing a redstone connection on the thing’s neck exposed before she swung her sword. She froze when it turned suddenly and caught her sword, staring at her with glowing red eyes.

“Fuck.” Star hissed before coming out, bow drawn. “Kit duck!”

Kit let go of the sword and dropped before Star let an arrow fly and hit its mark where Kit had been aiming earlier. The glowing eyes faded into darkness and Kit took a deep breath but panicked as the thing came falling forward. Lamb came swooping in and pulled Kit out of the way as it crashed down with a loud thud.

“That was close.” Kit muttered.

“What the hell was that?” Blade asked.

“We needed to get past it.” (F/L) motioned as all the girls came out of their hallways. “Kit saw an opportunity and took it to help us.”

“We don’t even know what this thing is!” Star argued.

“Whatever the hell it is, it was powered by redstone.” Kit brushed herself off after Lamb helped her up. “We broke its circuit.”

“Redstone?” Terror tilted her head slightly as she looked at the thing of metal.

“I think everyone forgot.” Everyone looked at Angel. “We were spotted, so let’s go mates before the Inbetween knows where we are.”

“Right.” Star nodded. “Let’s get moving quickly.”

She took lead once again to the door and everyone followed, Kit putting a hand on (F/L)’s shoulder after she gathered her sword.

“Thanks.”

“It was a good plan.” (F/L) shrugged before the pair continued.

They all entered the room to find a wide, empty room with…

“No doors. Great, it knows we’re here.” Blade muttered.

Kit scratched the back of her head in embarrassment.

“It was always going to find us.” (F/L) said. “Now, let’s find the damn door. Boo said it would fuck with us, so there’s going to be a door.”

Everyone, but Boo who was continuing to read the little facts they had, split up into the room a few going along the walls and a few checking the floor, even Blue after some convincing. They had all had their fair share of secret rooms and knew different ways to find them.

“Karl calls that thing out there a robot,” Boo told the others as she traced a hand over Karl’s drawing. “Kit was right, it was being powered by a redstone block core. Breaking one part of the circuit shuts it down.”

Kit smiled to herself for being right as she continued to knock along the wall.

“Hey.” Princess call tapping her heel against the ground hard as she heard something hollow under the tile. “I think I found it. The tile is solid though.”

“I got it.” Terror took off her axe. “Everyone, back up.”

Everyone stepped back before Terror held her axe high then slammed it on the tile. A crack appeared and began to spider web. Terror stepped back to the group before the ground broke open into a new room.

“There could be anything down there.” Blade said gripping her sword hilt. “So, everyone be ready.”

With simultaneous nods from everyone but Boo and Blue, all the girls jumped down and landed on the floor below. The good news was they could see the door a bit a ways from their group, the bad news was the several soldiers from different eras in time that stood in front of them, outnumbering them.

“To the door!” Angel yelled before starting the sprint over, nobody arguing as they ran with her.

Now behind them, the soldiers gave a battle cry and charged. Boo put the book in her bag to pull off her shield with (F/L) and Lamb and the trio blocked arrows that came from a few archers. Star retaliated in their retreats with a few arrows of their own but the soldiers would fall to dust when her arrows would hit their marks.

“What the hell is this?!” Star shouted.

“Doesn’t matter! The door!” Blade told her.

Angel flung the door open and held it open to let everyone run in before slipping in herself and slamming it shut…the door disappearing. She took a moment to catch her breath.

“I hate this.” (F/L) muttered and Angel turned to look at a thin bridge to the next door.

“We have to go forward.” Star put her bow away.

“Fuck me.” Terror shook her head as she looked over to see nothing but Void. “Alright. Slow across. Here we go, ladies.”

Nothing happened in the room, everyone just going across the bridge slowly, one by one. There was fear the door behind them would reappear but it never did. From there, it became much of the same.

The Inbetween messed with them through every door. May it be scares of long drops or hordes of enemies they often ran from, they saw a lot, though it never discouraged them. They didn’t fear, they continued to work. They made it room from room, completed puzzle after puzzle, passed enemy after enemy. All of this was honestly nothing more than they’d seen before. Every one of them had seen their fair share of battles and traps. It was nothing more.

They all pulled their weight as well. Blade, Angel, and Terror were doing well with holding enemies off with their fighting skills. Boo was able to call out a few traps with the knowledge of the book she had made through after so many rooms. Star, Kit, Lamb, and Princess were excellent at solving puzzles. Blue was also wonderful moral support.

“We must have made it through hundreds of rooms by now.” (F/L) huffed as they came into a large white room.

“Ender only knows.” Terror muttered.

“Hey, that door is different.” Star pointed out.

It was true. Across the large room from them was a large, heavy-looking metal door.

“We have to be extremely deep in.” (F/L) reasoned. “So that’s where Traveler must be.”

“Yeah, but this is too easy. An empty room with the one door we need? It’s a trap.” Blade muttered.

“What room hasn’t been a trap?” (F/L) threw out. “Let’s go.”

She went forward and everyone shared a look before following after her carefully. Just as Blade suspected, goop moved along the floor as they took several steps in. Everyone froze, having never seen anything like this yet in the hundreds of rooms they had gone through. Weapons were drawn as the girls all lined up side by side, other than Blue and Boo, who were a step behind everyone.

This had to be the last trap before the end and they’d succeed so they could all go home.

They waited for the goop to do anything but the last thing they expected was for it to start to take human-like shapes and all girls were gripped by fear.

In front of Blade stood Quackity holding an axe with a wicked grin.

In front of Star stood Schlatt with a smirk and hands in his pockets.

In front of Angel stood Tubbo with a decree in his hand.

In front of Princess stood Dream with an axe as well.

In front of Kit stood another Dream with a crossbow.

In front of Terror stood a third Dream with his mask fully on and hands in his hoodie.

In front of Lamb stood Sapnap with a flint and steel.

In front of Boo stood Ranboo with two purple eyes.

In front of Blue stood Wilbur holding a stick of dynamite.

In front of (F/L) stood a final Dream smirking with two discs in his hand.

In front of each girl stood their worst fears.

Blade gripped onto her sword tighter as she felt smaller like she had the first time she saw Quackity as Star’s throat closed; no words available. Angel felt like the walls were closing in and she was stuck once more as Princess remembered all the meetings her father had with Dream. Kit remembered her father taking ten paces from Dream as Terror shook slightly staring at her father. Lamb heard the sounds of sparking fire as Boo saw a terrifying man looming over her and Blue heard the whispers of who her father really was.

(F/L)…(F/L) merely stared before she took a step forward and gripped onto her sword. The Dream in front of her frowned before going for a sword on his hip. (F/L) snarled before leaping forward and slashing through the Dream before he pulled his sword. The goop’s image broke as it moved back before turning into another Wilbur holding dynamite. (F/L) simply spun and sliced up. The goop turned into Tubbo in a president’s uniform and she sliced down once more.

The goop backed off a bit as (F/L) let out a breath.

“They’re not real. You’ve faced these fears before!” (F/L) told them. “It’s pulling from your past so you’re stronger now than these fears. So, FUCK ‘EM! KNOCK THEM DOWN!”

The goop in front of her turned into a dirty and beat-up Tommy and she screamed.

“FUCK YOU BASTARD!”

She struck again and it inspired the other girls. Blade rushed the Quackity, spinning out of the way of the axe, cape flying as she cut through him. Star pulled her bow with speed and fired through the Schlatt’s forehead. Angel knocked the decree out of Tubbo’s hand as she rushed him before cutting through him. Princess weaved through attacks by the Dream with elegance before striking him. Kit ducked and nimbly went past the second Dream’s arrows before managing to land a hit.

Terror gripped onto her axe before facing combat with the image of her father. Fires sprung up around Lamb as she sprinted but she managed through them before leading over one and landing her sword on its mark. Boo and Blue, however, were defenseless. Boo was taking steps back from the looming form of the enderwalked hybrid as Blue shook and held her ears as the Wilbur spoke to her as he got close to her.

“This is who I really am (Y/N), and you know it. You know everything! You remember. You can’t keep it all out!” The Wilbur mocked.

Star and Blade noticed and before the goop in front of either of them reformed they sprung into action. Star aimed her bow at the ender hybrid and fired. The hybrid teleported and then appeared in front of her. She startled before pulling another arrow and stabbing the hybrid in the side making it fall to goop. Blade rushed to the Wilbur and slashed him down before he lit the dynamite.

(F/L) just struck down a Technoblade when she heard the clashing of weapons then a scream. She looked back and saw Terror had lost to her fear. (F/L) clenched her jaw before she turned and rushed.

“SUCK THIS GREEN BOI!” (F/L) cried cutting down the Dream as he had raised his axe over Terror.

(F/L) let out heavy breaths before holding a hand out to Terror. Terror stared at her hand before taking it and (F/L) pulled her up.

“I don’t know what he did to you, but fuck him.” (F/L) told her as she looked to see both of their goop piles retreating and a few of the others’ goop as well after they struck down a few more fears.

“Thanks.” Terror muttered as Blade struck down an angry Fundy for Blue before that goop retreated.

“Whatever.” (F/L) mumbled before seeing all the goop was gone. “To the door now!”

She didn’t push though as everyone took deep breaths and regained steady footing. She’d faced the fears before but it still struck her core. Though she wouldn’t let it show. She had to be strong and it was how she helped greatly on this adventure with her determination to strike down her fears.

Blue was now clutching a piece of blue as she handed out a few pieces to the others. Everyone took one at the very least as they gathered themselves.

“Alright.” Star took out a breath. “Let’s go get Traveler.”

They all walked forward as one to the door, (F/L) tall in front. Shouldering the door open, as it was indeed heavy, they found themselves inside indeed a prison block. There were a few other strange creatures and people around in different cells but they had only one person to find. That’s where they spotted the heavily guarded cage where five guards stood armed with different weapons in front of the cage suspended in the air. Inside, on the floor, sat a girl in a multicolored hoodie similar to Karl’s.

“We found her, now what? We can’t exactly show up armed like this. They’ll get reinforcements by the hundreds if they know we made it to the end.” Kit pointed at the armed forces.

“You’re right, we need a distraction.” Star looked around.

“…Or we need someone unarmed.” (F/L) said before looking at Blue and Boo.

“Oh, you’re not serious.” Boo went slack.

“You guys aren’t a threat.” Terror reasoned. “Just enough time for the rest of us to flank them and keep them in one place.”

“I hate this,” Boo muttered. “Come on Blue. Let’s go make friends.”

Blue’s eyes lit up and grinned before rushing out, making Boo startle and race after her. The others split up and went on either side.

From the cage, Traveler looked up hearing all the talking going on below her, and stood as she saw a different version of herself in a blue hoodie and another in a black and white dress.

“Hi! I’m Blue! You want to be friends?” The blue hooded girl beamed as the black and white dress shifted nervously.

“This is all that’s left?” One of the guards laughed as they approached the two girls. “You have no weapons.”

“We-We’re not fighters,” Boo mumbled, taking the back of Blue’s hoodie to pull her back from the guard.

“Run! Get out of here!” Traveler shouted.

“One less problem to worry about then.” The approaching guard stopped and raised their weapon.

Boo stiffened as Traveler shouted shaking the bars of their cage when she went silent as an arrow pierced through the guard’s weapon and sent it crashing to the floor.

“I’ll have you find it’s not very appropriate to point a weapon at a lady.” Star notched a new arrow and pointed the bow at the guard. “Knees, now.”

One guard tried to run to get help only to find Angel in front of them with a shield.

“Hey mate.” She grinned before slamming the shield into them, knocking them out.

Blade rushed another guard and tripped them over and knocked them out with the hilt of her sword. (F/L) and Lamb corned one between them and Lamb knocked them out as well. Kit jumped on the back of the last one startling them and causing them to move forward where Princess simply tripped the guard, making them fall flat on their face, knocking them out cold. The last guard got on their knees as Star came over. She elbowed them in the back of the head and they fell over.

“I thought you were about words.” (F/L) joked.

“Fuck off child.”

“We’re the same age!!” She threw up her arms as Kit went over to the mechanism holding up Traveler’s cage.

“Who are all of you?” Traveler asked.

“You.” Most of the group answered.

“We’re you with different dads,” Boo answered more clearly.

“Really? Wow…” Traveler muttered. “Do you know where my dad is?”

“You’re in luck. He sent us. And he said you might be able to give us some sort of reward—”

Blade smacked (F/L) on the back of the head making her glare at her.

“Ignore her. He did send us to confuse the Inbetween and here we are.” Star said.

Kit let out a noise of victory before managing to lower the cage.

“Back up.” Terror instructed Traveler and she stepped back.

Terror struck the lock on the door with her axe and it shattered. Traveler came out grinning.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet all of you.”

They all gave various gestures of greeting before an alarm sounded. The group bunched up together, pulling out their weapons.

“We’re going to have to go through all those doors again,” Princess said.

“We might need to fight to the door.” Blade reasoned and Blue whimpered.

“No, we won’t.” Traveler told them. “Everyone, grab on to each other and someone hold onto me.”

Everyone shared a look but they had to trust themself they supposed. Star and (F/L) grabbed onto Traveler’s shoulders as everyone held onto one another. Hundreds of guards rushed to the girls as Traveler took a deep breath then closed her eyes. She mumbled words under her breath, none of the girls understood as she also made several hand gestures. Wind picked up around them, actually pushing guards back before Traveler shouted incoherent words to everyone else before clapping her hands.

A thunderous sound echoed out before everyone stumbled and fell.

“(Y/N)!” Karl shouted with delight as he rushed over and pulled his daughter into his arms. “You’re ok. You’re back!”

He laughed as he hugged her tightly as Traveler gave a tired laugh herself.

“Hey, dad. Yeah…I got us all home.”

“Thank Ender you’re ok my little traveler.” Karl let out a breath of relief before looking at the other versions of his daughter, getting up. “Thank you, all of you.”

“It was nothing.” (F/L) waved her hand. “It was easy.”

There were various eye rolls as Karl smiled at (F/L)’s statement before he stood up.

“It was a lot,” Star admitted. “But we all pulled our own weights and even Traveler saved us in the end, using something to get us right back here rather than going through those doors once more.”

Karl smiled at Traveler, who still sat on the ground, and waved her hand.

“It was nothing.” She mumbled.

“She won’t have energy for a while but I’m glad you all got out safely. I’m very proud of little traveler and all of you. And now, I’ll send you home.”

“Right, home. As weird as it is to see…well myself. I might actually miss you guys.” (F/L) admitted. “You guys are ok.”

Terror gave a snort. “Thanks (F/L). But I’ll miss all of you too. All of your personalities are kind of refreshing…”

“When are we even going to appear at our homes, Karl?” Lamb asked.

“You’ll appear a few moments after you left,” Karl answered.

“So, it will be like nothing ever happened.” Blade said.

“Will we remember?” Boo questioned.

“I…debated not letting anyone remember, even myself.” That made everyone’s eyes go wide. “But I think it would be kinder to let everyone remember that wants to.”

“Hell, yeah I want to.” (F/L) declared.

“You just can’t tell anyone about it, only your Karl’s.” Karl finished.

It weighed on a few of the group as (F/L) nodded.

“I’m fine with that.”

“I’m pretty good with secrets, so I want to remember.” Terror agreed.

“It was…an interesting experience. I don’t want to soon forget it.” Star said.

“I learned a few things I’d like to keep.” Blade nodded.

“Ah, why the hell not remember mate?” Angel shrugged.

“It wasn’t something you see every day so I wish to remember it to learn.” Princess put her hands behind her back.

“It was pretty cool at some points, so let’s remember.” Lamb declared.

“I learned a few things I could use at home so I need to remember.” Kit grinned.

“I made friends and I don’t want to forget them!” Blue smiled brightly.

“I guess if everyone else is going to remember, I’d be like my dad and be the only one to forget if I said yes to forgetting. So, I think I’ll pass on forgetting and remember.” Boo decided.

“Then, everyone can go home and they’ll remember everything they saw. You just have to keep it to yourselves and your Karl.”

“And hey, if you ever need us again. You can give us a call and we’ll kick the Inbetween’s ass!” (F/L) smirked.

Karl chuckled before nodding. “I’ll remember that. For now.”

Karl took out a book, reciting words from its pages before ten portals opened, each one leading to where each girl had last been moments before.

“Everyone go home to your families,” Karl told them.

“Well…Peace out bitches!” (F/L) saluted to them before diving into her portal with a scream and it closed.

“Ender, she’s just like Tommy,” Star muttered before giving a bow. “Goodbye.”

And she stepped through her portal and disappeared.

“Good luck.” Blade waved and left.

“Till we meet again.” Terror adjusted her mask as she went in.

“Bye friends!” Blue grinned before falling through her portal.

“To new friendships.” Angel nodded.

“To new friendships.” Kit agreed before they stepped through their separate ones.

“To new adventures.” Princess shrugged as she went through.

“My Karl better be ready for a long talk.” Lamb stepped through as Karl laughed.

“To new memories.” Boo went to step through but stopped. “Ah! Your book. Here, I added a few notes myself so you know about everything in there.”

Karl took the book from the girl in the black and white dress. The girl waved before stepping through her portal. He opened it as he sat next to his (Y/N). Inside was pristine handwriting noting down several pages of things about the Inbetween that Karl didn’t know. Alongside it was notes about the others like (F/L)’s and Blade’s different fighting styles or Princess’ elegance as she moved through enemies.

“I’m pretty cool where ever I’m from.” Traveler smiled tiredly.

Karl chuckled as he hugged her tightly and kissing the top of her head. “Yes, you are my little traveler. Let’s finally get you home…”

Karl had her and herselves to thank from her own safe return. He’d be forever grateful.

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