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Helloooo~ can i request nagito X fem!reader who take a lead, like she always protect him or carried him like bride when he sick or injured or...after she being a top when doing seggs(when he cant walk after reader put a toy) sorry^^;...hehehe not really nsfw but i want in romantic ways because i like female be a lead♡♡... i hope you like this idea and i don't mind if you want to make scenario or headcanons... i love reading your post!!♡♡♡

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A/n: Heya! Thank you for requesting! I hope you like this fanfic. I had no clue what to write so I began improvising. Again, thank you for your request! Hope you have a great day!

Thank you for being patient! I was thinking of some scenarios fit for this request (and I got sick- but I think I’m ok now!)

Oh and I almost forgot to tell you, this happens when everyone’s not dead yet and.. Killing game. Yeah. Hope it’s alright for you.

There's also a bonus part-

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Title: “I’ll always be by your side.”

Pairing: Nagito Komaeda x Reader

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Warnings: some grammar errors, (In the bonus part, mentions of bruises and being tied up)

Genre: Fluff, a bit of angst in the bonus part,

Keys:

Y/n- your name,

Reader: Female

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Komaeda yawned as he turned around the bed, his face facing yours. He stared at you with a small smile. “Good morning my hope..” He murmured, giving you a kiss before snuggling you.

You gave a small groan before hugging him a bit tighter. You slowly gained consciousness and opened your eyes. “Good mornin’ Nagito..” You greeted, your tone slightly in a whisper. “Had a good night's sleep?” You asked. You felt him nod as he backed away a bit. “How about you?”

“It’s always a good night when I’m with you.” You answered. Komaeda chuckled before trying to sit up, but failed when you pulled him down to you. “Come on, we got to eat with the others.” He tried to reason, but not resisting your hug.

“Let them.. I don’t care.”

So you and Komaeda stayed like that for a few minutes. When the morning announcement came, you both ignored it and continued to stay in you and Komaeda’s comfort zones.

You were almost drifting to sleep with Komaeda again when...

“Hey Lovebirds! Wake up! The morning announcement was announced a few minutes ago! Get your butts out of the beds and let’s eat!” A male voice shouted from the other side of the door.

“Don’t shout at them Kazuichi! They might be sleeping.” A female voice whisper-yelled at Kazuichi. “Sorry..”

One of the two knocked on the door and the female said “Y/n? Komaeda? Are you there? We’re going to eat and we’d like you two to join.”

“Maybe they-”

“Alright! Alright.. We’re up. We’ll join soon.” You answered.

“Great! We’ll see you both in the restaurant!” The female voice chirped before leaving with Kazuichi.

Komaeda stood up and walked to the closet, and began changing. His back facing you. You looked away for a minute before looking back. He was changing his shirt, now shirtless. You grinned and walked towards Komaeda.

Komaeda heard shuffling from the bed, telling him you're either standing up or just still sleepy. You wrapped your arms around Komaeda and kissed his neck. Komaeda let out a giggle as you continued to kiss his neck playfully.

Soon after, you finally stopped and unwrapped your arms around him, letting him continue to change.

Once he was finally done, you changed your clothes and began walking with Komaeda. Hands intertwined.

You both arrived in the restaurant and were met with Koizumi. “Good morning Y/n! Komaeda! Why were you two late again? Didn’t Byakuya tell you to never be late?” Koizumi greeted as she sat on a chair, you and Komaeda right across her.

“I wanted to sleep in.. Anyways, where are the others?”

“Them? Oh, they left a few minutes ago. After they ate, they just left. Well, Byakuya told me to wait for you guys and tell you not to-”

As you and Koizumi talked, Komaeda slowly ate his food, lovingly staring at you. Seeing as you smile and make cute faces that Komaeda adores so much.

After eating, You, Komaeda, and Koizumi bid goodbyes as Koizumi separated from you and Komaeda, telling you that “I promised that I’d hang out with Hiyoko for the day. See you guys later!”

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You and Komaeda were walking through the beach when you saw a frisbee coming Komaeda’s way. Out of instinct, you pushed Komaeda out of the way. The frisbee avoided Komaeda but hit your arm.

You hissed in pain and held the part of the arm that hurted. Once the pain lessened, you checked the arm to see that nothing bad happened.

Two people, mainly Akane and Nekumaru, ran towards you. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry- uhh.. Woman.?” Akane apologized, forgetting your name. “It’s Y/n..” You deadpanned, temporarily forgetting the pain. Komaeda walked to the frisbee and took it then gave it to Nekumaru, thanking him in return.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” Nekomaru asked loudly, making you slightly flinch at the volume. “I’m alright, I’m alright.” You answered. “WE’RE VERY SORRY WE-”

You interrupted him and exclaimed “It’s fine! Don’t worry. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” You glanced at Komaeda, seeing him next to you, looking at you in worry. “Aight then.. See ya later girly and white haired dude! Sorry!” Akane said before running off, with Nekomaru following behind.

Komaeda gently held the arm that was hit with a frisbee and blamed himself. “Ah I’m so sorry Y/n! My luck’s getting worse. It’s my fault you got hurt. I should’ve gotten hit.”

You took your arm out of Komaeda’s hands and cupped his face. You and Komaeda stared at each other before kissing for a short while. “Komaeda. Don’t blame yourself. Please.”

You pecked his lips again. “Are you hurt?” You asked him. “But I should be the one-”

“Are you hurt, Nagito?” You asked again. He shook his head ‘no’ and you smiled. “Good. I took the hit for you just to protect you Nagito. You almost got hit with a frisbee. I wouldn’t want something bad for you to happen. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Komaeda was silent. He couldn’t open his mouth, but even if he did, Komaeda couldn’t find the words he wanted to tell you. So instead, he hugged you. You hugged back, giving him a little squeeze. “Let’s go back to the dorms and cuddle, yea?”

Komaeda hummed in agreement then yelped as you carried him bridal style to the dorms. Worried, Komaeda asked you if he’s heavy and to put him down if so. “Your light as a feather. Nagito. Don’t worry.”

As you sped up the pace making you jog with you holding Komaeda bridal style. Komaeda looked at you worryingly, so you slowed down a bit to his preferred speed. You and Komaeda laughed happily since you both were having fun.

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You gently placed Komaeda down on the bed with you lying beside him. As you were spooning him (You were the big spoon while he was the small spoon), he began to move a bit then held your hand that was near him then gave it a small kiss.

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You were in your room with Komaeda hugging you from the side as you two were talking to one another. Out of the blue, your stomach growled. Komaeda chuckled as you looked away sheepishly with a blush on your face.

“Are you hungry, Angel? Do you want me to buy some snacks for you?” You nodded embarrassed. Komaeda chuckled again and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “No need to be embarrassed, Y/n. I’m just going to buy food for you.” He said while he sat up from the bed, looking at you.

“Can I come with you?” You asked, hoping you would join.

He shook his head ‘no’ to your dismay. “It’s alright, my hope. I can do this by myself. I don’t want to tire you. You seem tired.” You pouted, a bit disappointed. Komaeda reassured you that he’ll be fine, so you finally agreed. You stopped pouting then rolled over the bed.

“Would you want me to buy your favorite snacks and drink?” Komaeda asked as he was walking towards the door. “Yes please.”

“Alright.. I’ll be back soon, Love.” Komaeda bid goodbye before leaving you all alone in the room.

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You waited for what felt like hours. You kept turning left and right on the bed bored. No one to talk to. Nothing to entertain you. ‘I guess a small nap wouldn’t hurt..’ You thought before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Or that’s what you thought.

You opened your eyes in frustration that you couldn’t sleep either. “Great... Now I can’t sleep. And I'm bored!” You shouted. You slightly jumped when you heard a drop from the roof.

Soon after, more and more rain drops started to fall down and you immediately knew it was raining. You stood up and walked towards the door, opening it and stepping outside the room. The rain was heard louder. You sat on the room floor, and your legs outside. You bring your legs closer to your chest and wrapped your arms around it. Resting your head on your knee, you watched the rain falling from the sky as you waited for Komaeda worryingly.

“Y/n?” You heard faintly. You thought it was your imagination and ignored it. But you heard it again but more clearly. “Y/n!” ‘Komaeda?’ You murmured as you looked around your surroundings confused.

You stared at a figure that was slowly growing in your vision. The more you stared at the figure, the more you recognized the figure as Komaeda. In panic, you immediately went inside the room and found (Coincidentally) an umbrella. You went outside, opened the umbrella, and ran towards Komaeda.

“Nagito! You’re soaked! Hurry, let’s go inside.” You quickly dragged Komaeda inside the room in panic. You made him sit on your bed, not caring if it got wet, and gave him clothes to wear. You looked away and found a blanket while he changed.

Once he was done, you gave him the blanket, which he gratefully took, and wrapped it around himself. While you were placing the wet clothes somewhere, Komaeda said. “Why are you protective? I don’t mind but I don’t deserve it.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt, Nagito. I wouldn’t want you to just.. I love you alright? You worry me sometimes.”

Komaeda softly smiled. He started to stand up but you stopped him before he did. “Sit down. I’ll take care of you.” You took a bath towel and began drying his hair with it. “I love you too, Y/n.”

Your heart fluttered. ‘You’ll be the death of me if you continue being cute! Not like I hate it though...’ You smiled. “Oh. I almost forgot. Here.” Komaeda moved and grabbed a bag and gave it to you. You took it and opened the bag. Inside contained your favorite snacks and drinks.

Your smile widened as you tackled Komaeda to the floor. “Thank you!” You began kissing all over his face. He smiled as he relished the moment. Every time he was near you, he felt bad. He felt like he was inferior. But every time you show your affection, his worries always goes away. He felt safe with you.

Your moment was immediately interrupted when Komaeda sneezed. You gasped, carrying Komaeda to the bed. You went around the room to get anything you needed for Komaeda, medicine, water, etc. Then gave it to Komaeda.

“You could’ve hid under a roof and waited there till the rain ended y’know?” You told him. Komaeda looked at you and smiled. “I know. But I was near here. You saw me remember? Plus, I didn’t want you to starve.”

You looked at him lovingly then gave him a short but passionate kiss, to his dismay and relief.

“Thank you. Love.”

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Bonus:

[Warnings: Komaeda getting tied up by Kazuichi and Nekumaru(This is before the killing game starts- just saying.), mentions of bruises, ]

You were walking around the island without Komaeda. You wanted to hang out with Komaeda but he wasn’t in his dorm. “Where could he be?” You murmured, slightly confused and worried. Is he alright?

You saw Kazuichi walking from the Rocketpunch market with a rope in hand. “Kazuichi!” You called, hoping that he knew where Komaeda was. Kazuichi jumped at someone calling him, clearly surprised. When he noticed you, he immediately put the rope behind his back. “O-oh hey Y/n! Didn’t see you there. Heh. Oh hey, Where’s Komaeda?”

“That’s what I was going to ask you... So you didn’t see him either?” Your smile faltered. “A-ah.. I-I think he might be in the... Uh.. His room! Yeah! Did you check?”

“I did. But he wasn’t there.” You sulked.

“No need to sulk Y/n! He might be somewhere on the island that you haven’t seen yet. The island is huge after all.” That seemed to make you determined again. You nodded then bit him goodbye.

A few minutes had passed when you finally went to the last place you haven’t gone yet, The hotel’s old building. As you went into the dining room, or what you think it is. It was pretty dark, you went near the wall and began finding the light switch. Internally celebrating when you finally found it then flipping it on.

“Oh, you guys are back already- Huh?”

You turned to the source of the sound and gasped. It was-

“Nagito!”

You kneeled in front of him and began untying him from the rope. “Are you alright? What happened? Who did this?” You began asking him questions while checking if he had injuries, to your distress, there were bruises..

“I’m fine, Y/n. Thank you for finding me. I thought I would be here for a while.” He smiled as he took the now loose rope around him and tossed it somewhere. “Who did this to you?” You asked sternly, your face filled with anger.

Komaeda was taken aback by your behaviour. “A-ah. W-well..” He stuttered. “Who did this? Tell me Nagito.”

Komaeda went silent, staring at you innocently and worryingly. You noticed then began taking deep breaths to calm yourself down.

“Ah sorry.. I’m just angry that someone would do this to you.” You apologized.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. It happens sometimes.”

“No it doesn’t.. Rarely. Now please tell me who did this to you.”

“It was Kazuichi and Nekomaru-”

“So it was them huh?” Your face darkened once more. You rounded up your fists when you remembered that Kazuichi was holding a rope earlier. “Y/n. Try to control your anger. Calm down..” Komaeda tried to help you calm down.

“Why? Why did they do this to you? I know you didn’t do anything right?” You asked him, wanting comfort and affirmation from Komaeda. You cupped his face and caressed his cheek while you waited for his answer.

He told you his opinion and that you shouldn't take everything he said seriously because he might be incorrect. Komaeda kissed you then pulled away a minute after. You both rested your forehead against each other as you stared at his eyes, not looking away.

“Thank you, My angel. I don’t know what I could do without you.” Komaeda said.

You sent him a small smile and murmured to his ear “I’ll always be by your side.”.

You then backed away and stood up, giving Komaeda a hand. “Now, let’s treat your bruises now alright?” Komaeda nodded, then took your hand to stand up. He yelped when you carried him bridal style. “Are you alright?” Komaeda nodded again. “Okay, hold on tight. I wouldn’t want you to fall.”

He rested his head on your chest and smiled as he slowly drifted off to sleep. You smiled as you glanced at him.

“Good night Nagito.” You murmured.

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E/n: I hope this was to your liking, My mind went blank when I tried to think of some good scenarios.

Gosh this was like- 2400+ words. Ngl when I read it again, it’s not as bad as I thought.

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house-of-cakes · 3 years

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Chapter 17: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme

Jungkook x Reader: enemy to lovers AU

Word count: 2164

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of slight bullying

Premise: “There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger… Nothing is ever familiar” – Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

AKA Jungkook goes in search of the girl who got him expelled.

I feel so bad posting late that I wrote a bonus chapter 😅 the extra chapter will be out this weekend.

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Bright flashing lights…catchy retro theme songs…the loud cheers of victory from teenage boys and girls defeating their opponents – these were the ingredients that made up Y/N’s favourite place in the world. While Namjoon found comfort on the stage, she felt most at home under the glowing neon lights of Reload.

A few years ago, Y/N had found the arcade a by chance after she had “run away” from home. She had just had an argument with her mother about her appearance and after countless moments of nagging and insults she had finally snapped and left home without permission…it was her first act of rebellion.

Y/N’s mother was fixated on looks and how a “lady” should behave and present themselves. She always claimed that Y/N she be focusing on her physical imagine instead of having her face hidden behind a computer screen. It killed her mother that her youngest child spent all of her free time working in a place she deemed to be so juvenile. Y/N knew this for a fact and if she was being honest it only added to the appeal of working there. The job didn’t pay much nonetheless she loved it just as much as she did the Magic Shop.

A young boy runs through the arcade and finds Y/N sat on top of an air hockey table (a privilege that only she was allowed). Her attention is focused on her phone, trying to keep tabs on her best friends who are working a job without her. It was not very often that she could not attend an appointment however her elderly boss had caught a cold and there was no one else to cover the busy Friday night shift.

“Noona.” The soft whimper of the young boy catches her attention. “What’s wrong, buddy?” She jumps off the table and kneels so that she is eye level with the child “A-an older-r b-boy…” his words are choppy as his small body shakes with sobs “Stole my game.” “That wasn’t very nice of him. Can you point him out so Noona can have a chat with him.” The little boy continues to whimper but with some comforting words of reassurance and 5 free game tokens, she is able to convince him to point in the direction of the most popular first-person shooter game towards the back of the arcade.

“Thank buddy, that was very brave of you. I promise you in 10 minutes the game will be free for you to play.” She wipes the last of his tears and ruffles his hair for good measure “Come find me soon, ok?” The boy sniffling boy nods as Y/N quickly makes her way to the other side of the room.

At the game Y/N stands off to the side of the machine and pauses to analyse the teenage boy and his skill. The teen would get easily flustered each time a surge of villains would rush after his character and he would frequently let out a string of cuss words whenever he missed his mark, he was an amateur and it showed.

Suddenly his life bar at the top right of he screen started flashing, indicating that his game would soon end if he was not careful with his energy. This must have been enough motivation for him to focus better because his kill streak went from 3 to 9 in almost an instance. A wicked plan formed in Y/N’s head as she he went in for the last shot of the level.

“Hey!” she called out to him causing him to flinch and miss his target. This caused a fatal error as the enemy on screen took the opportunity to shoot his character right in the face. The teen let out a sound of frustration as the screen read ‘Game Over’ in giant letters and request more tokens to continue. Y/N waited for him to insert the coins before making her presence known in front of him.

“You stupid bitch! You made me lose my game.” He grumbled and lift his gun to continue playing. Y/N reached over to the power point behind the game and switched it off.

“Get the fuck out of my arcade.” She spat and point towards the exit “Reload has a strict no bullying policy so don’t think for a second you’re getting a refund on those tokens.” The teen didn’t bother arguing, he has realised his mistake when he figured out who she was and walked away looking rather embarrassed he had been called out in front of everyone on a busy Friday night. He was sure his class mates would all be talking about it come Monday morning.

The screen of the machine flickered back to life as Y/N switched the power back on, she waited to make sure that the unexpected reboot did not affect the game. The download bar reached the end of the bar and loaded the high score screen. She read over the listed and frowned when she got to a name that had been annoying her lately – Nochu.

This Nochu person had climb two positions high on the leader board since the last time she had checked this game and the achievement displeased her. That name was popping up on the leader boards of many games recently and while she did not feel her abilities were being threatened, she was annoyed that she could not put a face to this person.

Hours later back at the Kim residence, the two cousins enjoy the cooling weather on their porch as Jin attempts to tune his guitar by ear.

“The Basement wasn’t closed tonight.” Jungkook states when he scrolls through his Instagram feed and comes across a new post by the club “I never said it was.” Jin pays no attention to his cousin, instead he fiddles with the knobs at the head of guitar and plucks at a string once he believes he’s tightened the key enough. The sound rings out and the pitch is too high. “So why did we go to Reload instead?” Jin repeats the process with the chord again, the pitch is closer to where its supposed to be however the sound is still off. “None of the guys had a battle or a performance tonight.” He explained as he plucked at the string again and again, trying to pin point why it sounded wrong “And Y/N had to work, so we decided to hang with her instead.” “So we went for Y/N?” Jungkook tone was accusatory “No one forced you to tag along.” Jin fired back, he had stopped trying to tune the guitar to face him “She’s always supports the guys at the Basement, sometimes we repay the favour by making an appearance there to help drum up business.” Jungkook scoffed “You told me Reload was popular because she attracts people with her skills…if that’s the case why would she need you guys?” “She doesn’t need us at all.” Jin moved his guitar from his lap and lent it against his seat. He was frustrated with it and this conversation was adding to the stress. “That’s the thing about having a good relationship with people…you do things to support them, even when they don’t ask.” “Oh yeah? If she’s so good why is she only ranked second on all the high scores.” Jin rolled his eyes at his cousin, he was being petty again and completely missed the point he was trying to make. “Mr S.K?” Jungkook nodded in confirmation.

Jungkook was becoming a regular at Reload and it was evident to him that Mr S.K was clearly the real champion of the joint. The guy had dominated every game of the arcade by holding highest score and while Y/N’s name always sat below his, her score was always miles away from meeting his. To Jungkook this was clearly another instance of Y/N receiving praise and adoration where it was not merited… it was Mr S.K who deserved to celebrated and yet it was Y/N who stole his popularity. If he had to come up with an explanation as to how this occurred, he would bet all his money it was because Y/N was considered to be “beautiful”.

“Mr S.K has held the top for as long as anyone can remember. There’s no mystery to who he is…He’s obviously the owner of the arcade.” Jin windshield wiper boomed out and filled the stillness of the night as his cousin’s face fell.

Jungkook pondered on the last few weeks, there was so much background information he didn’t know and for some reason his brain chose to fill in the gaps by somehow hating on Y/N.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car blaring loud music as it sped up and down the street.

“What the fuck is going?!” Jungkook exclaimed as he stood from his seat and made his way to the top of the porch stairs to get a better look at car. “Ah my Angel is home!” Jin jumped up and went to stand next to Jungkook. “Does she always carry on like this? She drives like a dipshit.” “Nah, that’s not even her driving. You see a while back she got caught at the illegal races, her parents made her sell her car as punishment... She must have gotten into a fight with her mother, this is how she always gets back her.”

The car finally stopped doing laps down the street and pulled up into Y/N’s drive away. The pair watched as Y/N jumped out of the passenger side of the car and wave to the driver as they pulled away from the house. She was still unaware that she was being watched by them

“Hey Brat!” Jin called out, capturing her attention “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not take rides from strangers?”

Jungkook’s breathe hitched at the thought of Y/N allowing herself to be in a car with a stranger, especially someone who drove like a lunatic. He didn’t catch a glimpse of the driver but surely, she wasn’t reckless enough to put herself in such a dangerous situation…was she?

“She did, that’s what make’s it all the better.” Y/N bantered on smugly, Jungkook couldn’t figure out if she was joking or not. “Well it’s past your bed time young lady, you march right on inside and get right to bed.” Y/N let out a sound of fake indignation and clutch her hand to her check overdramatically. “To think I raced all the way here with a surprise and this is how you treat me? You really are such a punk!” “A surprise?!” Jin’s eyebrows shot up in excitement, the façade dropped immediately. Everyone knew she gave the best surprises. “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” he demanded and waved her over to them. Y/N laughed at his eagerness and rummaged through her bag as she closed the distance between them.

“Sorry I didn’t have time to wrap it.” She purposely handed him a grey game cartridge face down so there was some kind of element of surprise to the gift. His eyes widen comically when he turned it over and read the title of the game. “Y/N…is this…??” For the first time in Jungkook’s life he had seen his loud mouth cousin speechless. “Yah! Don’t make a big deal of it.” She tried to brush it off “Consider it an extremely late birthday gift.” “Not a big deal? This is the original Super Mario Bros 3! I played this game every day as a kid then this idiot blew it up somehow.” He nodded his head in Jungkook’s direction who rolled his eyes in response.

The incident happened years ago and he still hadn’t heard the end of it, he pretended like it didn’t bother him but deep down he felt so bad for accidentally destroying something his cousin held so dear to him.

“I’ve been trying to find it ever since! This must have cost you a fortune.” “Like I said…it’s no big deal. I was cleaning out storage at work and found it packed away, we never got round to fixing game console for it so the boss-man was nice enough to let me have it.”

That was a bold-faced lie.

Y/N had known about the sentimental significance this game had to Jin and went in search for it many months before his birthday. She only managed to get the game after she traded a set of mint condition baseball cards, she had acquired as collateral when a client fell through their end of a deal.

“Y/NIEEE this is why you’re my angel! Thank you so much.” He pulled her towards him and wrapped her up in a big bear hug. Jungkook felt out of place as he watched Y/N shriek and attempt to struggle out of his grip as he showered her with love…he could help but feel jealous of the fact that she could fix a mistake that he had made so long ago.

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theonlygamergost · 4 years

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Inside the locker(part 1/3)-fd!au

This fanfiction is based on the Family Dynamic au made by @antarctic-bay, if you would like to know more, go check them out!!!

Also please bear in mind that the things written in this might not be canon!

(Also English is not my main language! So sorry for any grammatical error UwU)

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Techno’s good grades are the pride of every teacher, yet some students can get jelous...and take it too far...

(Had to devide this fanfiction on more parts to avoid having a very long post!)

Warnings!: Angst, bullying, swearing, fluff (eventually)

Hope you enjoy! :3

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Next part--->

Banging on the door of the locker wasn't working, no one could hear him either way. The school was silent, empty, and as the lights turned off, Techno knew that the only thing he could have done, even if it was cold and uncomfortable, was snuggle in his hoodie and, at least try, to sleep.

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Techno's geometry class finished late, the professor got carried away and kept them all in class ten minutes more than he should have, using the classic excuse "I am the teacher and I decide when class is over! Not the bell!", it has happened to everyone, let's be honest, and we all hated it.

He had already gotten a couple of messages because of it, one from Tommy, asking if he had to wait for him to get back home, which he replied that there was no need to, and one from Skeppy, asking him if he was down to go get something to eat, which he replied with a polite decline since he was tired.

As he was placing a textbook he didn't need in his locker, he noticed how few people were in the halls at this time, he always left this place as soon as he could, as most students did after all.

But as he was about to close the locker's door, his backpack was yanked off of him, making him yelp and turn around.

Three students with a mischievous grin on their faces greeted him:

"Hey TechnoNerd! Not surprised to see you here so late, I'm sure that you love staying here, do you?" The three laughed, making Techno slightly angry.

"Give me my backpack, please" you could tell by his tone that he was annoyed, but the bullies weren't here to fight.

They were the only ones left in the hall now.

"Since you love school so much, why don't you stay the night here?" Techno was confused at his phrase. Staying the night here? What are they talking about? That's not possible... or so he thought.

But he couldn't think anymore as they shoved him in his locker, closing the door, laughing. "Enjoy spending the night in there NERD!!!" one of them yelled as they left, making sure no one was around to help him.

"NO- WAIT! L-LET ME OUT! SOMEONE! PLEASE!!!" he banged on the door screaming, using all his energy, just for no one to reply.

His throat went dry from the screaming, his arms got tired after banging on the locker for too much.

This HAD to be a sick joke right! ...

...Right?

Deep down, he knew this wasn't a joke... he knew they weren't coming back...He knew he was spending the whole night in there...God... his brothers were going to get worried sick for him...

Then, he noticed his backpack was gone.

Fuck... my phone was in there...

He realized as he searched his pockets.

His brothers were going to panic... oh no Phil was going to lose it... but there was nothing...absolutely nothing he could have done...

Apart from waiting

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Back at the Pandel household, Phil had come back home early and was cooking dinner, meanwhile, Tommy and Wilbur were playing Super Smash Bros on the switch the brothers bought for Tommy's birthday.

They were actually fifty dollars off... but on the following day, they magically appeared. Wilbur thinks that Phil gave up his savings to buy a new phone and added the money that was needed and Phil think that it was Wilbur who gave up the small amount he gained working at his weekend job.

It was actually Techno who, in the middle of the night, sneaked in the money he won off of bets against Skeppy. He never told anyone about it.

"AH HA! SUCK IT WILBUR! I WON AGAIN!"

"YOU WON ONLY BECAUSE YOU ARE PLAYING PALUTENA YOU SIMP!"

"Calm down boys, the neighbours don't need to know that".

Tommy had won for the third time in a row, and yes, he was good at the game, but spamming neutral aerial on Palutena was more annoying than skilful.

"I'm not a simp! You are just jealous I am better than you!" "Spamming is better than combos? Let me play Mr Game & Watch then!" The two continued arguing as Phil was trying to hold back his laughter, the two brothers arguing were a hilarious sight.

Talking about his younger brothers... where was Techno?

It was almost dinner time and Techno never stayed out late, it wasn't his thing. Every now and then he would go out with his friends and come back a little bit later... but he would always warn him in advance.

This time, there were no texts, no calls, no warnings... it was genuinely worrying him.

"Has Techno told you anything about coming home late?" The two were focused on their game as Wilbur just answered "nope" and Tommy replied him "He was late after school so he told me not to wait for him to take the bus, don't know anything else" without taking his eyes off of the screen, cursing at Wilbur under his breath so Phil couldn't hear.

Worried, Phil picked up his phone and called Techno's number, putting it on his speakerphone so he could keep cooking:

Beep...beep...beep...beep... the number you are trying to reach is unavailable, please leave a message after the-

He stopped the call, the living room became quiet... he wasn't answering...

He tried calling him again:

Beep...beep...beep...beep... the number you are trying to reach is unavailable, plea-

And again...

Wilbur paused the game to listen for a reply.

Beep...beep...beep...beep... the number you are trying t-

...and again

Beep...beep...beep...beep... the num-

Where was Techno?

...

In a locker, crying. Helpless...

And scared

#I'm sorry #iit was bound to happen at one point #fd!au #fanfiction #technoblade #ph1lza #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #skeppy

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itwillbeall-dwight · 4 years

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what’s your favourite scary movie?

danny “jed olsen” johnson | the ghost face/felix richter; post-canon; halloween movie nights; 1398 words

a/n: i just wanted to write something short and simple for halloween, since i’ve been writing longer pieces lately and i needed to chill out and write me some pointless fluff. you can consider this a continuation of/good end to trials in error if you want, or not, either or. happy halloween :)

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Preview: “Drink?” “Ja, please. ”He was already doing so without much prompt from the other man, holding both glasses gently and setting them down on the island, looking around to the large and comfortable living room behind him. “Say, do you like scary movies, Felix?” He paused, grabbing a towel from the handle of the oven and opening it to check the food. “Can’t say I’m a fan, but they’re… alright.” “Oh really?” He gave a sly grin, leaning his elbows on the kitchen island and fiddling with a knife in the block sitting just by the edge. “What’s your favourite scary movie?”

The quiet sound of the TV humming was only drowned out by the sound of his shoes against the linoleum, moving around the kitchen as he continued to prepare dinner. The house had always seemed emptier since his girlfriend had moved out, and especially now, on Halloween night. It was the weekend, and the child’s bedroom upstairs was not giving out noise, as it had done most weekends like this one. His young daughter was staying with her mom tonight, in the bigger part of the city, where she could have the best experience of the night she could. Felix didn’t mind. There was always next weekend, and the weekend after. So the night was probably occupied with wine, pizza, and staying up to work on another project almost done but due months in advance… not the most glamorous of evenings, but he could think of much worse alternatives.

The phone rang suddenly, and after closing the door to the oven with his leg, the architect moved to grab the receiver from the kitchen island. “Richter residence.”

“Hello, Felix.” The voice on the other side of the phone was distorted, and foreign to him. A stranger’s voice.

He paused. “...Hello?”

Whoever was down the phone chuckled. “How’re you doing?”

“...Well enough. Who is this?”

“Oh, that’s not important.” Despite the overlay, the voice had an… odd smoothness to it, like caramel. “What’re you doing right now?”

“I’m not going to answer that.”

“Oh really? Because I’d say you have about, hm… 20 minutes before you start a nasty fire. Pizza, was it? Can almost smell it from here.”

“From where?!”

A knock against the window by the kitchen sink made him jump where he stood, tossing the phone between his hands in surprise as his eyes shot up to the window, at the familiar olive ones staring back at him.

The architect practically slammed the phone back down onto the receiver, opening the kitchen window and looking outside, cold air hitting his face as he spoke through gritted teeth. “Danny.”

“Felix!” He sounded absolutely delighted, slapping the top of his old phone down into itself and shoving both it and the small voice distorted box he held into opposing pockets, as he smiled up at him. “How lovely to see you, darling. How have you been?”

“What is your problem?!”

“Alphabetically or in order of relevance, babe? Look, let me in, would you? I’m cold.”

“You… I thought you were working?”

“I was! I took care of it.”

He blinked.

“...Not like that. Christ, have some faith in me, sunshine.”

“You’re making it very hard to.”

Danny chuckled. “I’ll meet you at the door.”

It had been over a year now since he’d woken up from the fog, and a few months since he’d found Danny Johnson, of all people, had also escaped the Entity’s clutches, apparently having grown tired of killing for sport and allowing himself to be let go from his playground. The two had messed around in that realm, yes, and had gotten dangerously close to a fairytale ending, but never got around to popping that ever-present question of what they really were. Now, out of the fog, they’d taken that chance, and while Felix was still getting used to the journalist’s odd ways of coping with the lack of murder in his schedule, things were going smoothly.

“No little tyke today?” He asked this as he walked in, taking off his light jacket and hanging it from the racks by the door, rubbing his arms from the cold October air outside as he turned around again.

“Ah, no. Not this weekend.” Felix replied, locking the door behind him again, and making sure to do the chain, in case any… real mystery callers came to stalk the house tonight. Not that it was likely, but it was never impossible - after all, he had an expert in that field standing right in front of him.”

Danny scoffed a little. “Shame. I’ve started to enjoy seeing her more than I do you.”

“Charming. Remember who’s house you let yourself into, Johnson.”

“Aht, you let me in of your own free will, Richter, and I expect you to be hospitable to your most handsome of guests.” And yet, he was already making himself well as home, reaching for two champagne flutes from glass-doored cupboards above his head and for a glass of champagne in the small wine rack below the counter. “Drink?”

“Ja, please.”

He was already doing so without much prompt from the other man, holding both glasses gently and setting them down on the island, looking around to the large and comfortable living room behind him. “Say, do you like scary movies, Felix?”

He paused, grabbing a towel from the handle of the oven and opening it to check the food. “Can’t say I’m a fan, but they’re… alright.”

“Oh really?” He gave a sly grin, leaning his elbows on the kitchen island and fiddling with a knife in the block sitting just by the edge. “What’s your favourite scary movie?”

Felix stood up fully as he shut the door, glancing back catching Danny staring back. He turned with a slight smile as he walked back over to the island, and matched him, placing his hand on top of his, holding the knives in place. “You say this as if we haven’t lived in one.”

“But it was fun, right?”

“It was not… but I did like the ending.”

He hummed, tilting his head in a mock curiosity, the two of them sharing a quiet laugh together before Danny leaned in and placed a quick, soft kiss on his lips, before pulling away. “And we haven’t even got to the after-credits scene yet. Won't that be a scream, eh?” A quick wiggle of his eyebrows sent Felix into giggles, as the man ran a hand down his face.

“Oh, you’re insufferable.”

He pushed himself away from the kitchen island, grabbing his champagne as he did shooting the architect a wink as he took a quick drink and went to go scour the shelves in the main room for something to indulge in, very loudly critiquing his small collection of older movies, mostly documentaries for background noise while he was working (“Jesus, I thought you were in your thirties, not from the 1930s, you old coot”).

The pizza was soon prepared with a loud beep of the oven, served on the coffee table in front of the large flatscreen in the centre of the room. Felix swapped his glass from one hand to the other to take the remote from Danny, who had taken to scrolling down various streaming sites to pick a movie to watch, but the journalist moved his arm to keep it out of his reach.

“...Danny.”

“C’mon. It’s on me.”

“It’s my house.”

“And I had it first.”

“You are an absolute… child.”

He looked over to the architect, sticking his tongue out to match a childish persona, before looking back to the television.

And though Felix knew he should be annoyed, he couldn’t help but chuckle, more than used to this behaviour as he leaned in as rested his head on Danny’s shoulder, listening to the way his heart beat in his chest, and how he breathed in and out. At one point, he doubted the man was human, hunting as an animal would. But here, in his own home, where he should have thought of a man so calm as nothing more than a stranger to him… he was so very human, and he loved every part of him.

Especially as an arm was wrapped around his shoulder, and a kiss was planted on his head, as if it was second nature to the man who, from the way his memory served, would have rather died than do something so… cliche.

It was an indie horror he ended up picking, a site original, and the two of them took great pleasure in picking it apart, finding more humour in the whole thing as they shared pizza and more than a few drinks. Felix didn’t remember seeing the credits, but he did remember the way a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and how he woke up with a neck cramp and the sun in his eyes, still held in Danny’s arms, where he smiled to himself, and quickly fell back asleep again.

#dead by daylight #ghostfelix #the ghostface #felix richter #off the record #prove thyself

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doyouever-daydream · 4 years

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Luna

A/N Hello, hope you’re having a nice weekend and you’re doing ok, once more I wrote something based on some story I wrote back in my teenage years, today’s been a weird day for me but I wrote this last night and I wanted to post it, always remember that english is not my first language so as much as I try to get it right I am sure there are some grammar errors and typos and well, either way, enjoy!

P.S. I needed some Parents!Garvez content 🥺

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Warning: None I believe? (Some grammar mistakes I think)

Word count: 1936 (that’s a lot for me lmao)

Summary: Some days being apart gets too much for the Alvez family, luckily technology helps them to feel closer to each other, especially when there are bad dreams intruding four-year-old Luna’s sleep. (Plus a surprise appearence from a certain boy genius)

Masterlist

Penelope checked her purse once more to make sure everything she needed for work the next day was there, she did the same with Luna’s backpack, she was worried about her daughter, it was only Wednesday and she could see her distraught and quiet, both were unusual for the four year old who was always full of energy.

She was certain it had to do with the fact that Luke had been on a case for nine days, even Penelope was a little anxious about not having him home. It wasn’t the first time he was away for that many days but it was one of the first times Luna looked so affected by it.

Penelope poured herself a glass of wine and sat on the couch, Roxy and Sergio immediately scooted close to her, her beloved cat jumped on her lap and Roxy lay close to her feet.

She sighed “I know, we all miss him, you guys, he’ll be back home soon, hopefully” The reassurance was not only to their beloved pets but to herself.

“Mommy?” A small voice came from the hallway.

The three of them got to their feet and walked towards the hallway “Luna, baby, what’s wrong?”

Luna was carrying the blanket Luke’s mom had knitted for her and the stuffed unicorn her parents had bought for her when she was just a baby.

“I had a bad dream” As she finished the sentence, her eyes filled with tears and she clutched onto both items.

“Come here, sweetheart” Penelope soon took her in her arms and carried her to the couch she was previously sitting on “It’s ok, cry it all out, baby, you’re scared but I promise you I’m here and you’re safe” She held her in her arms while Luna hid her face in her mom’s chest.

Not once during those four years of motherhood, Penelope had managed to not feel her heart break and her own tears form in her eyes when she saw her daughter cry.

Penelope gently ran a hand through Luna’s hair, and repeated that everything was going to be okay and that it had been just a bad dream.

After a few minutes, Luna looked up “The monsters were there and they took daddy away”

“Oh my, Luna baby, daddy’s ok, remember how we talked with him earlier?” The little girl looked unsure, her mind was focused on her bad dream, not the facetime call she had with her dad a few hours ago. “Tell you what? Let’s see if daddy is still up and we can call him again”

The little girl’s face lit up at the possibility of seeing her dad again, Penelope reached for her phone that was on the coffee table, she took it and started facetiming her husband, hoping he was still in the hotel and not chasing down an unsub, she wanted to see him as much as their daughter did.

“Hi babe, wh- Oh, hello my sweet little angel, what are you doing up?” Luna’s eyes sparked, mostly because of the tears that were threatening to fall down again.

When Penelope saw that Luna wasn’t answering, she intervened “Our little Luna here, had a bad dream, do you wanna tell daddy about it?”

A small nod “The beach monsters, they came to our house and they took you away” Her eyes were wide open and her voice was filled with fear.

“The beach monsters, baby?” Luke asked in a soft voice.

“Yeah, the ones buried in the sand, you told mommy about them” Penelope looked at the camera.

A few days ago Luke came back home from a case in Florida and told Penelope how the unsub was burying his victims in the sand for tourists to find, Luna had apparently heard the conversation even though she was supposed to be sleeping.

Luke sighed “Oh, Luna, it was a bad dream, those happen sometimes but I’m ok, I know I’m not there with you to tuck you in to bed but remember what I always tell you when I have to away?”

His daughter looked at him through the screen “That you’re in my heart and I’m in yours, always”

During his four years of fatherhood Luke had always told his daughter this words ever since the first time he had to leave for a case, even when she was a baby and didn’t quite understood them.

Luke knew they were all struggling because they were apart, some days were easier than others, this day in particular wasn’t though, the Alvez family wanted to be together but, sadly, they had to wait.

“Hey Luke, I’m- Oh, sorry to interrupt” Spencer’s voice was heard through the phone.

Penelope knew the team was sharing bedrooms during the case, Luke had told her, he was sharing one with Spencer.

“Oh no, come on in, maybe you can say hi to Luna” Both, Spencer’s and Luna’s faces lit up, they had a special bond and loved each other, he was her godfather after all.

“Is that uncle Spence?” Luna asked with hopeful eyes.

“Yes, baby, he’s here” Spencer got closer and Luke handed him his phone.

“Oh, hi, there’s my favorite niece, how are you, Luna?” He said to her favorite, and only, niece.

“I had a bad dream and I’m sad, I don’t wanna go to sleep” She confessed to her godfather.

“Ah, I see, we all have bad dreams and those are terrible but maybe, maybe I can help you so you don’t have another tonight” Luna’s eyebrows furrowed.

“But how?” She tilted her head and bit her lip as she looked at her uncle in the small screen.

“With magic!” Spence announced and the four year old gasped, of course his uncle would say that, he was a magician.

“Please, help me uncle Spence, pretty, pretty please” She asked with pleading eyes and Penelope smiled feeling thankful for Spencer’s existence, the same way Luke did seeing the whole exchange between the two.

“Of course, but you will have to work with me because I’m not there” Luna nodded “Ok, first you and your mommy need to go to your bedroom” Luna looked expectantly at her mom, Penelope quickly took her in her arms and walked to her bedroom “Oh, wait, you need something that could work as a magic wand”

“Mommy’s pen! Her pens look like magic wands!” They easily located one of the colorful pens in the house and took it with them to Luna’s bedroom.

“Alright, now hold it and repeat after me” She held it firmly in her small hand “All bad dreams must stay away”

“All dreams must stay away” Her voice was loud for a four year old.

“Monsters are not welcome here” Spencer continued.

“Monsters are not welcome here” Penelope found the determination in her voice, both amusing and endearing.

Spencer moved his hands even though her niece wasn’t looking at the screen “Swoosh, swoosh, they now are far, far away from your bedroom” Luke stood beside Spence waiting to see her reaction, and hoping she would feel calmer.

“We did it! We did it, uncle Spence” The little girl bounced in her mother’s arms.

“You did a great job, now I believe you should talk to your daddy and sleep” Luna swallowed, she was still a little afraid “Have sweet dreams, Luna-loo” Spencer called her by the nickname he had for her.

“Good night uncle Spence, thank you for helping me” She waved.

“Anytime” Spencer gave Luke the phone and signaled him he was going to change in the bathroom, giving him privacy so he could talk to his family, Luke mouthed a thank you.

“Baby, it’s late, you should go to sleep now” Luke looked at her with a smile.

“Can I sleep with mommy tonight?” Penelope was thankful she had asked, it would make her feel better to have someone to hold during that night.

“Of course, sweetheart, but you need to take your pillow, you know, because it’s a magical pillow now” Penelope winked at her and kissed her forehead.

“Yeah, I need it so I don’t have bad dreams” She squirmed in her arms so her mom would put her down and she could grab her pillow.

Meanwhile Luke and Penelope looked at each other with tired smiles, they were both physically and emotionally exhausted not only from work but from being away of each other.

“Let’s go to bed mommy, daddy don’t leave yet” Luna took Penelope’s hand and led her to their parents’ bedroom.

Penelope tucked her in and she lied beside her with Luke still on the phone’s scren, seeing the scene he felt a little calmer too.

“Lu, you have school tomorrow, you need to rest, baby” As much as he didn’t want to stop talking to them, they all needed to sleep.

Luna moved the hair out of her face “I know, I just wanted to say goodnight daddy, I love you, oh, and if you have bad dreams ask uncle Spencer to help you with his magic” She blew him a kiss and Luke’s heart swelled with happiness seeing this tiny human being that was his reason to live.

“I will, now, goodnight, my beautiful angel, te amo, corazón” It was his turn to blow her a kiss.

“Buenas noches, papi, te amo” Luna’s Spanish had gotten better after the summer they had spent with his family “I love you too, mommy” She turned to her mom and grabbed Penelope’s face with both hands and kissed her cheek.

“I love you, pumpkin, is it okay if I leave you for a few minutes to go and turn off the living room’s lights?” Lune nodded and rested her head on her pillow, closing her eyes with a smile in her face, Penelope, once again, kissed her forehead and walked out of the room, phone in hand.

“Hurry up, please” It was her turn to tell Luke how much she missed him.

“I know, I want to go home too” He looked defeated, they had hit a wall and it seemed they weren’t going back home soon but he abstained from telling her so.

Penelope sighed “We all miss you in this house”

“I’ll promise I’ll try everything in my power to catch this son of a bitch and come back home to you” He bit his lip, he missed her touch “So I can show you how much I missed you” Penelope raised her eyebrows suggestively and Luke winked.

“Upgrading you from newbie to hubby was a great decision on my part” She commented earning a laugh from Luke “Please, do keep that promise”

“I’ll be on it first thing in the morning, you should go to sleep too, you know” Penelope nodded.

“So should you, talk to you tomorrow, babe, I love you” Her eyes looked sad but she smiled trying to reassure him everything was ok.

“I love you too, and thank you, baby, for being super mom to Luna and well, to Roxy and Sergio, I’m sure it’s tough juggling everything when I’m away” He said gently feeling extremely grateful for his wife.

She looked at him and pressed her lips together “These past few days have been hard but I wouldn’t have it any other way” A small smile adorned her lips “I’m ok, Luna’s ok, you’re ok, we’re ok” Penelope stated.

Luke nodded, hesitantly at first but as the words echoed in his mind and he felt reassurance they’d be able to solve the case and go back home safely so he could reunite with his family.

#penelope garcia #luke alvez #garvez #garvez imagine #garvez fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fancticion #criminal minds imagine

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love-and-monsters · 5 years

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Wyvern Prince Pt. 3

Sorry this one’s a little late. I went to bed early and totally forgot to post it!

You were not getting used to your new job.

The prince had grown to rely on you more extensively, asking for information on almost every singe thing he learned about humanity and using you as a sounding board for any ideas he had. It would have been flattering if it hadn’t been cutting so deeply into your other duties.

Forgetting to eat and barely sleeping were becoming routine parts of your day. You had lost track of how many times you had needed to stay back to finish your work over the past few weeks. More often than not, you were sure. And you had lost some weight, which was a cause for some concern. But most concerning was that you were constantly exhausted.

Waking in the morning was a chore and you could barely stay awake for most of the day. This exhaustion also meant that you had gotten yelled at several time for screwing something up. Fortunately, you had also been too tired to really understand what they were saying. You could almost feel parts of you shutting down the longer you had to stay awake. Some part of you was aware that you weren’t going to be able to keep it up forever, but you were determined to keep going for as long as possible.

It had been over a month since the prince had arrived and the treaty was, according to him, in the final stages before being formally announced. He was in good spirits from that and had relied less on you for the past day or so. It had not helped much. As you carried his breakfast up to his room, you could feel your mind fuzzing in and out. Your feet kept tangling and your vision was oddly shaky around the edges. It was hard to focus on anything for more than a few moments.

The prince was still asleep, as per usual, when you entered his room. You took a moment to breathe and feel wildly jealous before you woke him.

“Good morning sire.” It was so difficult to keep your voice cheery. So damn difficult. The prince frowned at you out of the eye you could see.

“Close the curtains,” he grumbled. “Give me another five minutes.”

Rage flared in your chest with such force that you could barely restrain it. You bit your lip until you tasted blood, then forced yourself to smile.

“Apologies, sire.” He didn’t have a meeting for a few hours. Technically, there was no reason not to comply. You slid the curtains shut and stepped away.

You were so tired. Every time you closed your eyes, the world seemed to spin. You had to keep moving. If you didn’t you were going to fall over.

There was a metallic scraping noise and you turned to see the curtains being pulled open from the inside. The prince was staring at you. You did the only thing you could think of, which was staring back at him.

“Are you all right?” the prince asked. His tone wasn’t exactly kind; just rather surprised and maybe a bit confused.

“Of course, sire,” you said. The prince frowned. “Do you need something, sire?”

He stared at you for a moment longer, apparently assessing some aspect of your appearance. Just when you were wondering if he had gone completely mad, he shook his head a little and stood up. “No. I am fine.”

He went into the bathroom and you began to clear out his room as per usual. It was so hard to focus. Your head felt like it was floating above your body and your hands were clumsy. Manipulating items with any level of dexterity was gradually becoming impossible.

Despite your failing body, you managed to finish your work without alerting the prince that something was wrong. Still, you could feel him watching you. Every time you looked back, he would drop his gaze, but when you looked away again, his gaze would settle right back on you.

When the prince had finished eating, he stood up and walked over to you. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to go back to the library today. I want to research some more on your culture.”

“Certainly, I can take you there,” you said. “Can you find the meeting room on your own from there or will you need an escort?”

“I can find it on my own.” He stared at you openly for a few seconds. When you did nothing, he looked away again. “Shall we go?”

“Of course, sire.” You picked up the tray and headed out of the room. The prince fell into step behind you.

The staircase felt like it was wavering beneath you. It was hard to place your feet in the right spots. The walls swam and spun. Gray spots popped across your field of vision.

One of your knees buckled and, in your attempt to correct yourself, your foot missed the step. You stumbled and slammed into the wall before crumpling down onto the steps.

“Sara!” The price descended a few steps to your side and crouched down. “Are you all right?”

You blinked a few times. The spinning faded and some of the spots went away. “Yes, I’m fine. I slipped.”

“You’re not injured? It was a hard fall.” The prince didn’t look concerned, really, but he did seem disconcerted.

“I am not hurt,” you said. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows. There was an ache along your back and side where you’d hit the wall, and the stairs had dug into your hip when you fell, but nothing was broken. Just badly bruised.

“Are you ill, then?” the prince asked.

You frowned slightly before smoothing out your expression. “Falling doesn’t cause an illness, sire.”

“No, but an illness may cause falling.” The prince frowned deeply, lines creasing his face. “There is something wrong with you.” He tapped the side of his nose with a finger. “I’ve smelled it since this morning.”

“You’ve smelled it?” you repeated. Could wyverns smell illness? You’d never heard of them being able to do so.

“Mm. Not illness, but humans give off a certain smell when they’re stressed.” He wrinkled his nose a little. “It’s sour.”

“I apologize, sire,” you said, half reflexively. The prince shook his head.

“It is not your fault. Humans just do it. You’ve been smelling of it for a while, but it was particularly strong this morning. It is also strong now.” He rubbed at his nose, apparently absentmindedly. “If you are unwell, you should take a rest.”

“I am not sick and I have far too much to do to take a rest.” You made to stand. The prince did not move. “Do you still wish to go to the library, sire?”

“Wait for a moment.” He gestured for you to sit down next to him. You hesitated, but did so. “Has something happened to you?”

“No, sire.”

The prince frowned at you. “In your current state, you are unreliable. Stress and exhaustion cause mistakes. I do not want a servant who is going to be constantly causing errors.”

Something cold stretched out through your chest and up through your throat. A hollow formed in the pit of your stomach. “I understand, sire.” Your voice sounded odd to your ears. You were so fired. And if the prince kicked you out from your position as his servant, then you would likely be stripped of your title as a head servant as well. You reached up and touched the smooth leather pin on your collar. “I apologize for my failure to-”

“Ah. No. You misunderstand. You are unreliable in your current state, but you were reliable prior to this. I would prefer you becoming reliable again to replacing you. If you are ill, then this is temporary and we can get on with everything once you have recovered.”

“I’m not sick,” you said. “I’m tired. I’ve been struggling to keep up with all my jobs. But I’ll manage.”

“You have not been managing,” the prince pointed out. “You have been steadily declining.”

“I’m still adjusting.”

“And the next stage of your adjustment will be collapse.” The prince fell silent for a few moments, then stood. “I will think about what to do about this.”

There wasn’t much else you could say. You just nodded. “As you wish, sire.”

Adding anxiety on top of exhaustion wasn’t great for your concentration. You were cleaning some rugs and tapestries, and several times were alerted by other servants that you were scrubbing a clean patch into submission. Dizziness kept washing over you in waves. Once or twice, you found yourself kneeling on the ground with no real idea how you’d gotten there.

By the time night had fallen, your hands were shaking almost constantly and your limbs felt like they had turned to lead. You dragged yourself up the stairs to the prince’s room.

He wasn’t there when you entered. A pale shade of frustration flickered in your chest, but you couldn’t latch onto it. You didn’t have the energy to get angry. You just needed to find him. A sob swelled in your chest and you choked it back. Crying wouldn’t help anything. You were just so tired.

The door swung open just as soon as you touched it. The prince blinked down at you. “Ah. You’re here. That’s good.” He brushed past you into the room. “I am sorry I was late. I had matters I needed to discuss with the queen.”

“Everything it all right, I hope?” you said.

The prince nodded, a faint smile crossing his face. “Everything is fine, I assure you. In fact, my discussion with the queen has improved quite a few things.” He looked you over. “You look terrible.”

You weren’t entirely sure how to respond to that, so you said nothing. “I did say you were going to get worse,” the prince continued. “I spoke with the queen recently about your performance. I never realized exactly how much you had to take on. Quite impressive, truly.”

A smile touched your lips and you bowed. “I do my best, sire.”

“Mm. Yes. The queen mentioned that.”

Your head snapped up. “The queen mentioned me?”

He frowned at you. “Did you think she didn’t know you?”

“The queen is very busy. I can’t expect her to keep an eye on all her servants. As long as I am doing my job properly, she has no real reason to know me. Often it is only those servants who commit crimes who earn her attention.”

“If you say so.” The prince shrugged. “But she is aware of you because you are assigned to me. I went to her today because I wanted to speak about your performance.”

The cold sensation returned to your stomach. Your hands trembled and you had to wind your fingers together stop them. Your expression locked into neutrality. “I see.”

The prince sat down at the table and examined the food. “I mentioned that you were quite an asset, but that you were struggling to maintain all your duties at once. I expressed doubt that you would be able to continue like this.”

Ice was still spreading through your veins, chilling every part of your body. You felt a little nauseated. The prince wasn’t looking at you and that made everything worse somehow. You wished he would at least meet your eyes while he fired you.

“Give me your pin.” The prince stood abruptly and held a hand out to you. You looked down at his hand, then back up into his face. “Your pin,” he repeated. “The one at your collar. Give it to me.”

You couldn’t stop your fingers from trembling as you reached for your pin. It took you three tries to get it unfastened. The prince himself had decided to strip you of your position, probably because you’d failed him directly. Tears stung at your eyes, but you blinked him back. You would not cry in front of a noble. Never would you cry in front of a noble. Instead, you set your jaw and handed the pin over.

The prince rolled it over in his fingers, examining the red leather. You waited for him to dismiss you. He said nothing for a moment, then set the pin on the table.

“Thank you. I made a request of the queen today. You are too exhausted by your duties to properly serve me at this point.” Shame swelled within you. You stared at his boots. “Obviously something needs to be changed. My suggestion to the queen was a change in your position.”

He fell silent again. After a moment of waiting for something to happen, you lifted your gaze. The prince was rummaging through his pockets. “Ah, here it is.” He extended his hand to you. In the middle of his palm sat a pin.

It was diamond shaped, in the same size and style as the pin you’d had moments ago, but the leather was dyed green instead of red. The pattern pressed into it was different too; instead if the symbol of an eagle, there was a stylized wyvern head and neck. It was not like any pin you’d ever seen before at the palace.

You had to fumble around for a moment before you could find your voice. “I’m afraid I don’t understand, sire,” you said.

“I asked the queen to assign you to me along for the duration of my stay here. I find you to be quite useful in understanding the terms and culture of your people. I would prefer it if we could keep that arrangement without you working yourself to the point of collapse. So, the queen has allowed you to work entirely under my service. You shall keep your current bearings and all your status, but you will now report to and take orders directly from me.”

The words rang in your ears. Your legs seemed to be suddenly made of water. “Thank you, sire. You have no idea how grateful I am for this opportunity.” You bent into the lowest bow you could manage while still looking formal. The prince looked a little amused at that.

“You needn’t bow.” He stepped closer to you, looking you over. “I’ve never had my own servant before,” he said in a light voice.

“You haven’t?” I repeated. “There were no servants in your home?”

“No, certainly not.” He seemed greatly amused at the idea, eyes glimmering with laughter. “A wyvern would never stoop to serving another. And we have no money, so there is no way to incentivize one to put aside their pride to serve us.”

“But you’re their royal family. Shouldn’t they respect you?”

“They do respect us, by letting us keep our power and by letting us speak for them and make judgements on interpersonal conflicts. But they don’t want to serve us. We’re a fairly proud people, prouder than humans, I would say.” His expression become more pensive. “I think it may not be as good a thing as I once thought.”

You shifted your weight. The intense emotions of a moment ago had completely sapped you of the rest of your energy. You were just barely managing to stay standing. “Thank you for the work, sire,” you said. “Is there anything else you need of me tonight?”

The prince blinked at you like he was coming out of a daydream. “Oh. No. I think you’ve done all that’s needed of you tonight.” He smiled, showing off his very sharp eyeteeth. “Get some rest. You very much need it.”

You bowed. “Thank you, sire. Good night.”

“Good night,” he responded as you left the room. The door clicked shut and you sank down to sit on the step.

You sat there for a long time.

#exophilia #monsterxhuman #monster lover #monster boyfriend #wyvern #wyvern prince

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b99fandomevents · 5 years

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Thank you again to the awesome folks who joined our first ever Fic Exchange!!! We hope you enjoyed writing your fics as much as we loved reading them.

Under the cut is a masterlist of all the submitted works, compiled and arranged in alphabetical order by the amazing @amez-santiago. ♡ (If you don’t see your fic here or notice any errors, please let us know!)

If you’re interested in joining the Fall 2019 Fic Exchange, definitely keep an eye out for our next announcement post within the next couple of weeks.

a summer rain is passing over, and it feels like a dream | AO3

↝ by @exploding-snapple for @storyinmyeyes

Amy takes Jake to go see a play, but it’s really the walk home afterward that he enjoys the most. (set a few weeks after 3x02)

Cause you’re what I always wanted | AO3

↝ by @sandylovesfandoms for @a-wren-d

Rosa shows Gina Babylon, and sparks fly

Coming Out | AO3

↝ by @the-poodles-of-pulitzer for @yaboring-yabasic

Rosa’s POV for coming out.

Dancing around each other | AO3

↝ by @disruptedvice for @amydancepants-peralta

“Ah! Amy! Help!” Jake shrieked the moment she answered her phone, not really concerned about volume control since he was kinda trying to not die at the moment. It had gotten through four rings before she finally picked up, and this would’ve been it for Jake if it’d gone straight to voicemail. Amy frowned, looking around as if he could see her, but soon brushed it off as her being paranoid. “Jake? What’s wrong?” “I’ve got the goose!” He shouted, jumping to dodge another swipe that could only be described as intelligent and intent. “The goose is here! The goose is here!”

Soulmate AU where one person finds a goose who leads them to the other person. The difficulty comes in not being mauled by a goose

doggone summer | AO3

↝ by @timeforginasopinion for @sandylovesfandoms

Amy should have known it was going to be an awful summer from the moment Jake Peralta appeared on her front doorstep carrying a dog. “Morning, Ames,” he chirps, irritatingly cheerful, as if he’s passing her in the hallway at school rather than standing in front of her house during the sadly fleeting time of year she’s supposed to be free of this bullshit. “Cheddar, say hi to Amy.” The corgi swaddled in his arms, predictably, doesn’t respond. Jake fixes it with an offended frown. “Well, that was rude.” Amy sneezes a lot and thinks longingly of her bowl of oatmeal squares, now growing soggy on the kitchen counter. Her life was so much simpler ten minutes ago.

everything's good, everything's just as it should be | AO3

↝ by @fezzle for @the-poodles-of-pulitzer

“Jake,” she starts, slow and deliberate. “Do you know who I am?” He stares at her a moment before shaking his head, and her stomach swoops. Oh my god. or Jake gets an appendectomy, and there happens to be an amusing side effect as he wakes up from his anesthesia.

foolishly, completely falling | AO3 [E]

↝ by @fezzle for @kamekamelea

“Are you… asking to hook up with me?” Amy asks slowly, every syllable enunciated carefully. “Whaaaat? No! Nope. No, I definitely was not! What I meant to say was -’’ “Becausetheanswerisyes.”Jake freezes, eyes bugging. “Wh-What?” “I-I said yes.” or Jake and Amy are friends with benefits. What could go wrong?

Heads and Hot Dogs and the Best Day Ever | AO3

↝ by @vernonfielding for @nerd-husbands

Nikolaj spends a day at the precinct not helping Rosa solve a case. He's never been happier.

hold me in this wild, wild world | AO3

↝ by @dmigod for @santiagoswagger

He wants to say he doesn’t know how he got into this situation, but he knows exactly how it happened (or, at least mostly): with a bet. It’s not news to anyone that he and his professional partner are competitive—Santiago is a type A tightwad who feels like she has to prove herself to everyone (except him), and Jake, well, Jake likes to spite her. And to win. He really, really loves winning.

hold me in this wild, wild world | AO3

↝ by @johnny-and-dora for @meepmorpperaltiago

“It takes every ounce of willpower he has left not to kiss her like it’s their last night on earth. Despite the odds, he refuses to kiss her like he’s saying goodbye.” or, a forbidden love/royalty/fairytale au in which jake comes up with an alternative solution to amy being forced into an arranged marriage with the most boring man in the seven kingdoms.

i found a mirror for my soul (i don’t need no other) | AO3

↝ by @b99peraltiago for @exploding-snapple

When she realizes her sleeve has rolled up a little, showing the skin of her wrist and tries to cover it again, it’s already too late. Jake’s seen it. He’s caught sight of the glowing “S” printed there. “S” as in, Soulmate. Amy finally found hers – and, obviously, it’s not him. (Post-4x22 soulmates AU, in which Jake and Amy are not soulmates and she finds hers while Jake is in jail.)

i’ll put it all on the line | AO3

↝ by @amydancepants-peralta for @callginalinetti

"We have to find her, Jake!” He looks up from an evidence marker, furrowing his brow. “I’m sorry … her?” “Your mystery woman! The beautiful woman you were stuck on the subway with. She’s obviously your soulmate.”

I’m going home, to the place where I belong (where your love has always been enough) | AO3

↝ by @storyinmyeyes for @outofinspo

It’s moving in day for Jake and Amy and she’s a little stressed out over all the boxes that need unpacking, but in true Jake fashion, he provides a distraction.

I’ve got a really bad feeling I’m gonna love you so good | AO3

↝ by @amesantiagos for @romanovember

A typical Friday night at Shaw’s bar with the Nine-Nine …or not quite. “Really, I just wanted to check if you’re okay.” “Why wouldn’t I be?” She frowns at him, her eyes dark in the dimly lit booth, “and why do you even care?” “Well, first off, that’s rude,” he raises he eyebrows at her, “and secondly, because you’re my partner, and I know I normally come across as a badass, emotionless action-hero like type– ” “No, you don’t.”

if they’re meant to be together, they won’t stay too long apart | AO3

↝ by @startofamoment for @e11evenseggos

They’d first met in the fall of their freshman year. Amy can still remember it with perfect clarity: how Jake rushed into the lecture hall, hair unruly and plaid shirt rumpled. He looked like he’d just woken up, or maybe never slept. Perhaps he’d pulled an all nighter in prep for their big exam. (She had gotten the recommended eight hours of sleep, naturally, and had gotten up with more than enough time to have a balanced breakfast and to go over her review sheets.)

It is like Oatmeal……. | AO3

↝ by @dancezwithwolvez for @cheddar-the-dog

Another chance.

it’s your love i’m lost in | AO3

↝ by @stolethekey for @ofbuttsandbombs

She smiles. “That’s been the theme of the entire Holt-Cozner relationship. Finding love, despite everything telling them that they cannot. Being confronted with danger, with fear, with risk, but making the incredibly brave choice to love anyway.” or, an mcu post-snap au in which holt and kevin renew their vows

julian santiago and the case of the sister’s mystery boyfriend | AO3

↝ by @amyscascadingtabs for @397bartonstreet

Eventually, he makes the educated guess that there must be someone else in her life. She must have wanted for this to break-up to happen, he figures, and a new mystery lover could very well be the reason. Julian simply has to figure out who it is.

long live all the magic we made | AO3

↝ by @benwvatt for @startofamoment

He deserves to know about cheering charms, or spells that change mice into teapots, or a potion that could double his age. He belongs in her world, she thinks. If only he were. Rule number one of being a Santiago: Neighbors like the Peraltas don’t have any business knowing about magic. Amy ignores it and finds everything she was dreaming of.

of babies and binders

↝ by @a-wren-d for @acanoftrash

domestic peraltiago

Of Debates and Chickenshit Boys | AO3

↝ by @professionalpenthief for @imalloutofhoots

Amy’s happily dull life turns upside down when a mystery admirer’s love for her goes viral in her high school. As she navigates the new uncharted territories of being in the public eye, she finds love does defy all expectations.

Regarding The Incident In Which Raymond Ran Away To Mexico | AO3

↝ by @nerd-husbands for @amesantiagos

“Can you clarify,” Kevin said into his cellphone, using his other arm to hail a cab, “how much wedding cake did Cheddar eat?" The Honeymoon episode, from Kevin’s perspective.

Run, Hide, Fight (Show Me Going) | AO3

↝ by @cheddar-the-dog for @vernonfielding

around two days after the active shooter situation in Brooklyn Heights Hotel Rosa wakes up from a nightmare that she soon realizes was not a nightmare at all

sailing home once and for all | AO3

↝ by @kamekamelea for @disruptedvice

In the universe where Jake is a sailor from New York, he finds himself coming back home to this one special girl - detective Amy Santiago.

Sick Leave | AO3

↝ by @winnietherpooh for @amyscascadingtabs

Amy decides that Jake needs a vacation after he returns prison, and he finally begins to open up about his recovery as they read Harry Potter together.

Something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts | AO3

↝ by @chipmunksallshipklefan for @professionalpenthief

Jake and Amy go undercover as a couple.

The Beer Burglar | AO3

↝ by @outofinspo for @cheeto-anaconda

Brooklyn Nine-Nine and The Good Place crossover where Jake arrests Eleanor

The Date Night

↝ by @meepmorpperaltiago for @amazingsantiago

Based on the prompts: jealous Amy and Jake being Amy’s hype man

The Desert Sucks, But Being a Damsel in Distress Isn’t Too Bad | AO3

↝ by @romanovember for @fezzle

I’m never drinking again. Jake Peralta thinks as he comes to consciousness, his mouth full of cotton swabs and sandpaper and his head pounding like a sledgehammer on concrete. Or maybe 50 million sledgehammers, a freight train and another 24 elephants. Ugh Jake rolls over, and pulls his crinkly and hot duvet closer, relaxing his aching and hungover body into the cool embrace of… sand? And on his head? An honest to god cowboy hat. Yeehaw?

The in-between | AO3

↝ by @disruptedvice for @amydancepants-peralta

Amy’s thoughts between ‘go back to being colleagues’ to ‘screw light and breezy’

the interrogation room | AO3

↝ by @yaboring-yabasic for @timeforginasopinion

one-shot based loosely on the prompts badly trying to keep a secret, locked in, and kid fic with some peraltiago, dianetti, and the whole squad.

the smell of coffee runs through my veins | AO3

↝ by @elsaclack for @winnietherpooh

five times jake smells like fresh coffee grounds (and one time he doesn’t)

the stars lean in a little closer all because of you

↝ by @peraltasames for @b99peraltiago

baby peraltiago + beach house 2.0

there was a time when a moment like this wouldn’t ever cross my mind | AO3 [E]

↝ by @kamekamelea for @disruptedvice

She looks deeply into his eyes, dark from the desire overwhelming him and whispers straight into his lips in an authoritative tone. “No, Jake. Fuck me with my uniform on.”

THIS BOY WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME | AO3

↝ by @ofbuttsandbombs for @stolethekey

Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago, self- proclaimed 'best detectives of the Nine-Nine’ (and 'of the NYPD’, 'no, USA!’, 'no,the entire freaking world!!’, when they get a little drunk) are handed a routine murder investigation which goes off- track. Will this cause their already fragile relationship to change? The journey from 'Peralta and Santiago’ to 'Jake and Amy.’

time is ticking away (and there are too many things I wanna say) | AO3

↝ by @what-about-gay for @johnnydora

Amy is stressed because she can’t find her soulmate, while Jake couldn’t care less about his soulmate. Time is ticking and they have to find their soulmates, because when the clock is at zero and you haven’t found your soulmate yet, you and your soulmate both die.

Variations on sharing a bed 1/2/3 | AO3 [T to M]

↝ by @disruptedvice for @amydancepants-peralta

Peraltiago drabbles + sharing a bed trope

We Are The Greatest Love Story (The World Had Ever Seen) | AO3

↝ by @cheddar-the-dog for @dancezwithwolvez

the night they meet his life changes forever and he’d never go back to before or how the story of Kevin and Raymond found its start

we could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable | AO3

↝ by @stolethekey for @johnny-and-dora

Kylie hums, reaching over to unzip the back of Amy’s dress. “Well, whatever you’re not anxious about is going to lose his mind when he sees you in this. Seriously.” “He has a girlfriend,” Amy snaps, shimmying out of the dress and snatching her leggings off the wall. “And this isn’t for him.” - in which Amy throws a New Year's Eve party that subsequently implodes.

we were good at faking forever | AO3

↝ by @johnnydora for @dmigod

David Santiago has super powers. No matter how much effort Amy gives to everything she does, he always manages to beat her tenfold, including obtaining the girlfriend of his parents’ dream. With ten days until her brother Miguel’s wedding and no date, Amy has no choice but to convince the next person she sees to fall madly in love with her.

we were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart | AO3

↝ by @santiagoswagger for @benwvatt

Desperate to find a last minute gift for her mom, Amy stumbles into the only open flower shop in her neighborhood. Unfortunately, the florist is very annoying.

we won’t run (we can fight) | AO3

↝ by @amydancepants-peralta for @chipmunksallshipklefan

“Be careful who you give your midnights to, my darling. Midnights are for talking - for old friends and new; for truth and never for lies. When you’ve only got the stars to illuminate, everything else falls away. Midnights are for confessions.” Her hand falls to Amy’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “They’re for falling in love.” Well that’s just ridiculous. She and Jake were definitely not falling in love. Oh. Medieval AU where the evil King Vulture is ruining Brooklyne. Amy and Jake work together to take him DOWN.

whelp, this might be your view for the next seven years | AO3

↝ by @callginalinetti for @galaxygaydreams

sometimes you get to meet your soulmate twice (basically a new version of how jake and amy meet and fall in love)

When You’re Home

↝ by @397bartonstreet for @peraltasames

jake and amy’s first night back together after the ambulance scene in coral palms pt 3 + fluffy reunion goodness.

where’d you go, david santiago | AO3

↝ by @acanoftrash for @brillliant

when amy’s brother goes missing, she hires private detective jake peralta to find him.

You Already Know | AO3

↝ by @e11evenseggos for @what-about-gay

a one-shot of Gina and Rosa’s wedding ceremony.

you showed me something i can’t live without | AO3

↝ by @amazingsantiago for @dailyb99

Alternative ending to Casecation. Jake is left reeling after Amy’s “start over” comment. Title from ‘I Believe’ by the Jonas Brothers.

#b99 summer 2019 fic exchange #b99fandomevents #summer 2019 fics #b99 fic

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bluetostone · 4 years

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Touch the Light (I Want To)

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader | 2.9k

Rating: PG/PG-13

Genre: Romance, Slice of Life

Warning: None; It’s purely plot-less, domestic fluff with like a sprinkling of angst. Maybe some language.

Cross posted to ao3. Enjoy!

In hindsight, you’d both felt a change coming.

There wasn’t a single instance, nor any regularity. It was just there, wriggling under the surface; a feeling that something was going to change.

You couldn’t place when it had started. Perhaps enough small changes had begun happening in your and Seokjin’s personal and professional lives that it put you on edge. Perhaps it was nothing more than paranoia. You weren’t conscious of this feeling all the time. It would hit you when your mind wasn’t occupied; during your morning commute or while between clients at work, suddenly you would be wistfully overcome by thoughts of change. Of course, you never shared these feelings with your husband because they were silly. Unverifiable. Definitely paranoia.

Until one day. Morning showers were the worst, but the one this morning had been strangely cathartic. Soothing. The combination of scents, warm water, and your favorite indie playlist put you in a reflective mood. Your thoughts ran wild, and before you knew it you felt the familiar weight settle in your chest. It wasn’t that your thoughts of change were always melancholic, in fact, they rarely were. But change was scary, whether it was good or bad. It often meant losing something, even if something was also gained. But as you dried your hair and brushed your teeth, you realize that marriage had been a monumental change. It had changed just about everything, but now you had Seokjin and he had you. If a change were on the horizon, whether it was bitter or sweet, you felt better knowing that neither of you would go through it alone. You felt your mind relax as you finished up your routine.

Seokjin was already in the kitchen when you finished dressing for work, scooping generous helpings of rice into your bowls. He’d already set the table, the usual spread of banchan and breakfast soup in place. You asked if he wanted coffee, getting down two cups just in case. He hummed his approval and you retrieved two packets of instant coffee, filling each cup with hot water from the fancy hot water maker you got as a wedding gift.

It wasn’t every day that you ate breakfast together. Some mornings you left without eating at all while others Seokjin prepared something for the both of you to eat at your respected offices. But the best mornings were the ones when you both ate together, even if it required both of you to wake up earlier than you liked. On his days off, Seokjin could easily sleep ten hours. You weren’t far behind. Usually, you ate in easy silence and this morning was no different. Seokjin ate heartily but you picked at your food, oddly nauseous at the taste of seaweed soup. Instead, you drank your coffee and scrolled through Twitter, catching up on stories you’d missed from the night before.

When it came time for you to head out to work, you remembered your shower thoughts. For the first time, your lingering thoughts on change felt accessible, more real in a way, and you felt okay to share them. Paranoia be damned. Before you could stop yourself, you broke the silence by getting your husband's attention.

Seokjin looked up at you while he finished chewing. His brows quirked.

There was no reason to be nervous, but you hesitated. You hadn’t shared these thoughts yet for a reason, as dumb as that reason might be outside of your head. Ah. Whatever. It isn’t like Seokjin and you don’t take turns exasperating each other with some pretty stupid thoughts periodically. When had he ever judged you for anything you’d said? Never. Stupid, serious or otherwise. “I feel like…like some big change is coming for us. I don’t know, I’ve just been thinking about it a lot lately. Does that make sense?”

Seokjin swallowed and chuckled, looking away to add a clump of seasoned bean sprouts to his rice. “Hmm. Honestly, I’ve been feeling like that too. Work’s been harder to deal with than usual, but it’s not just that, you know.”

You perk up. “Right? I can’t put my finger on it either, but it’s a strange sense of- not dread or apprehension but…”

Seokjin chuckles around another mouthful. “I’m sure if you name enough synonyms, you’ll land on the right one.”

“Shut up,” you say, rolling your eyes. “You get what I’m trying to say.”

“I do, jagiya. I’m with you.”

With the conversation more or less at its end, you feel satisfied at having gotten it off your chest. He was feeling it too, so there was no need to think of it anymore. You tried to eat more of your breakfast, but your appetite just wasn’t there. Rather than continue picking at it, you dump out your soup and make a rice ball with some banchan and stick it in your lunch bag. Maybe you’ll want it later.

“You sure you’re okay taking the bus today?” You ask, running your fingers through your husband’s short brown hair. He sighs and leans into your touch, humming in affirmation.

“You need it more today, so it’s decided. I’ll be stuck at my desk all day regardless.”

“Okay,” you coo, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

“You okay? You didn’t eat much.”

You smile into your kiss. “Don’t worry, about me. I’m gonna head out then. I love you, baby. See you tonight.”

Turned his chair around, he wrapped an arm around you middle and pulled you to his side. He smiled up at you and closed his eyes, pursing his lips expectantly. You rolled your eyes again before relenting, meeting his mouth halfway. Your husband was a ham. A handsome, handsome ham of a man.

You were lucky not to work a corporate job that required your absolute devotion for ten plus hours a day. Everyone in your office consistently left work at 6pm unless there was an outing. Because of that you always arrived home at least two hours before Seokjin every night. It used to drive you crazy, but over time, through trial and error, you found a rhythm that worked. It wasn’t perfect. But it worked for you for the most part.

On your way back, you stopped at both of your favorite chicken place and ordered one spicy bone-in meal and one sweet boneless meal to appease both of your tastes. You were thankful you’d taken the car this morning. Your appetite hadn’t returned until way after lunchtime and while you waited at the restaurant for your order, surrounded by the smell of frying chicken, you were ravenous. In the safety of the car, you had the privacy to pick at the chicken wings without attracting attention. Seokjin surely wouldn’t miss one of his sweet chicken bites. Not when his selfless wife had so generously brought it home for him.

Your light feelings quickly became unease, however, when you noticed Seokjin’s shoes by the front door when you got home. You weren’t much later than usual. How could he already be home?

And, where was he? You expected him to be in your living room or kitchen, but he wasn’t in either. You set the chicken down on the counter and heading through the hall to check the bathroom. When you rounded the corner, you noticed the bedroom door open. The lights were off, but the curtains hadn’t been drawn. The lights from the city illuminating the room enough for you to notice the large lump in the bedding.

“Seokjin?”

The lump shifted, turning over to the other side until you caught a glimpse of your husbands’ face, his eyes glistening in the low light. He’d been crying. Your breath hitched at the sight. You felt your throat close up as you eased into the room, apprehension and fear increasing the beat of your heart. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

A pained look crossed Seokjin’s face. He cleared his throat and pulled the comforter down to his chest, crossing his arms. His face looked pale and even though he wasn’t crying you could see the dried paths marking his cheeks. Your heart clinched as you sat down beside him, laying a hand gently on his shoulder.

He sighed wetly. “I was fired today.” He sounded resigned. Matter of fact.

But his words took a second to reach you. And when they did it was like a bombshell. Fired? An anxious unease settled into your stomach.

“Shit.”

He laughs without humor. “I know. They…they didn’t even do it privately either. One moment I’m sitting at my desk working on a project…which, oh shit, I realize I won’t see finished, fuck. And… and the next moment, my supervisor and his supervisor are at my desk. They want me to explain why xyz wasn’t done yet. Like that was my responsibility. Then I’m being chewed out and cursed at for being the reason my team’s performance was so low.” Seokjin’s tone takes an angry turn. “They accused me of insubordination, laziness, fuck, I don’t remember what else, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. What the whole damn office was hearing.”

He stopped for a moment to catch his breath. You continued stroking his shoulder, giving him time to continue if there was more. There was. He had a lot to get off his chest. You’d heard much of it before, but some details and the exact words of his bosses were new. New and infuriating.

“Assholes,” you bite out. “You’re better off without them.”

He groans. “I know, I know, but what the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“You’ll find another job, Seokjin. Besides, we’re fine. We’ll be fine for a while.”

He grew quiet again. Not looking at you, his brow puckered like he was deep in thought. He looked troubled and if you were honest, you were kind of freaking out as well. He’d never liked his job, but it paid well. You really enjoyed your job, but the pay alone would never be enough to afford your current lifestyle. And neither of you lived by any definition of extravagant. You bit your lip as your thoughts began to spiral to a place of uncertainty and dread. You couldn’t show any of that right now though, as easily as it would have been to join in on his tears, now wasn’t the time. He needed you to be the rock.

When he continued to be silent, you made to lay down on top of the comforter, and he shifted a bit to make space. You were still in your work clothes, but Seokjin didn’t seem to mind the scratchy material of your blazer, laying his head on your shoulder and throwing an arm around your waist, pulling you close. He let out a weighted sigh and you mirrored it.

“It’s a lot right now,” you whisper after a moment. “But I think you’ll be happier in the long run.”

He let out a noise between a scoff and a laugh. “I’m sure you’re right, but I feel like the last few years of my life have been a waste. And those bastards weren’t totally wrong. I’ve been unhappy there for a while and I let it affect my work.”

“All the better that you no longer work there,” you assure him. “And don’t beat yourself up, jagi. They were still wrong for behaving the way they did.”

He hummed, moving his hand up your side to play with strands of your hair that curled over your shoulder. “I just wish,” he said quietly. “that I had some clue what was next. And I wish I had some idea what I wanted. I never expected to be so unhappy there and I hate the thought that I could run into the same problems somewhere else.”

“Just know you're not alone.”

“Do you know anyone else in their thirties who has no idea where their life is taking them?” he asked, incredulous.

You sighed. “I think everyone feels like that at least once, especially people our age. Not everyone is good at saying it. Not everyone is brave enough to say it.”

He hums in response and you wish there was more you could say. But you kept quiet, giving him space to think and process. You two hadn’t met until after college. You’d told him the story of how you’d changed college majors three times, only to get a job in a totally different industry (he’d also heard your parents’ version of the story, nuanced by their mounting exasperation). But hearing the story years after the fact was very different from living those chaotic few years. You also happened to know people who didn’t find their niche in life until they were in their fifties or sixties and they were perfectly happy. Life had no time limit.

“You’ll figure it out, Seokjin. You definitely will.”

He turns his face up to see you better, his smile soft, without any of the bitterness from before.

“What jobs are those? Hmm? There aren’t exactly a ton of jobs seeking eager, extremely handsome applicants with stunning credentials and a perfectly symmetrical face.”

“I don’t know,” you chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. “You listed at least one attribute our appearance-obsessed society uses when considering employees. Twice. I’d say an applicant with those specifications has a pretty good shot.”

“Am I too old to model?” He deadpans suddenly, ignoring your comment.

“Seokjin!” you wheeze.

“What! Answer me, am I?”

“Absolutely, you’re at least ten years too late!”

“Oh damn. You wound me, woman. I was scouted by SM entertainment, you know.”

“Yes, yes. I’ve only heard the story fifty thousand times.”

“I thought they were playing me.”

“Uh-huh.”

“But I still wonder,” he says, wistful. “If my life would’ve been different. Maybe I can still be an Instagram model?”

You chuckled at the idea. “I think we’re a little behind on the times.”

He laughed brightly into your neck, but his tone was stubborn when he shot back, “You might be, ajumma, but I think of myself as one with youth culture. My best friend is in his early twenties, ya know.” You smacked his shoulder as he dissolved into infectious laugher, soon joining him as the moment dragged on. Between giggles, you both share humorous pictures of a future where Seokjin is a social media influencer. Each one more ridiculous than the last. Finally, as you both began to calm down, Seokjin moved from your chest, laying back on his pillow and turning on his side.

“I still hate not knowing. I like providing for you. I like the idea that I’m building towards something better in the future. It kept me from quitting more than once.” He sighed in frustration. “I just feel like now is a terrible time to get laid off.”

“Is there ever a good time to get laid off?”

He pursed his lips. “Of course not, but I feel like now was a terrible time for me to get laid off.”

“Maybe not. Remember this morning? We’ve both had the weird feeling that change was coming. Maybe this is it.”

“I can’t speak for you, but I for one had been hoping that this change would’ve come with a pay raise or a surprise vacation. Maybe a pet. Not losing my job.”

You rolled over onto your stomach, bracing yourself on your forearms. You took in Seokjin’s tired appearance; his eyes puffy and a little pink but livelier than earlier. He looked up at you in confusion.

“That would’ve been nice,” you finally said, stroking his jaw with your thumb. “But you don’t know. This temporary setback might be just the beginning of something better. They say a door has to close before another opens.”

“Who? Who says that?”

“I just did, so it must be true. Okay, let’s get up. I just remembered I bought dinner on my way home and it’s probably cold and gross now.”

“It’s alright if it’s cold. We’re a single income household at the moment, of course we’re gonna eat it,” Seokjin winks.

“I’ll go preheat the toaster oven then. Do we have any beer?”

Before you can get up, Seokjin cups your face with his hands and pulls you down for a quick kiss. His lips are dry and a little chapped, but you smile into the kiss and kiss him back.

“Thank you, jagiya,” he says, pulling back. “I’m glad I have you.”

You smile, leaning in for a second kiss. “As you should.”

But not as glad as I am to have you.

Seokjin insists on washing his face before dinner, something about his face feeling itchy, so while he does that you preheat the toaster oven. It takes a while to heat up all of your chicken, having to do it in batches because of how freaking small your oven is (but there was no way your foodie of a husband would’ve accepted microwaved fried chicken and you were with him. Fried chicken had to be crispy, dammit!).

After approximately five minutes of waiting, Seokjin wordlessly walks to your fridge, grabs an armful of banchan and leftover rice, and throws together bibimbap to tide you both over until the chicken is done. Bless him, really. It’s delicious like always and you make an off-handed comment about him starting a cooking channel on YouTube.

When he doesn’t respond, you look up and notice him in thought, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Maybe I will.”

#bts #bts fanfction #fluff #btsfanfic #kim seokjin #seokjin #bangtan #kpop #reader insert #domestic fluff

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Baking and Entering (McCree x OC Commission)

Another commission for @junko-brewer, again featuring their OC Bunny! I was happy to revisit this pairing for a more action packed story.

Commission info: https://n00dl3gal.tumblr.com/post/188373806787/writing-commissions-open

It was supposed to be a routine heist. Get in, get out, enjoy the payday. Nothing to it. But Ashe had to get greedy, B.O.B. had to be a bit too creaky, and Jesse…

Jesse had to see the prettiest girl on the planet.

She had to be around his age, maybe a bit younger, eyes wider than a semi-truck. Her hair was tucked into a messy bun, dirty blonde strands flying in every direction. Her lips were full, crooked at the edges from smiling too much. The kind of girl any man would be honored to bring back home and introduce the parents to. Provided that man wasn’t part of a notorious gang infamous for robbing most of Southwestern and Midwestern America. The kind of girl who’d never go for a guy like Jesse McCree.

Honestly, that just made her cuter in Jesse’s opinion.

They hadn’t even spoken. He just noticed her crossing the street when he was supposed to be on lookout duty. He got a bit distracted, didn’t notice the guards, who then heard BOB. And it was BOB’s job to keep Ashe from plundering too much from their target. A symphony of errors, or something. Oh well.

He held his finger over the trigger, eyes glancing back and forth like a metronome. He hadn’t gotten hit, thankfully, but he heard something ricochet off of BOB just a few seconds ago. The guards were still firing, and the last thing Jesse wanted-

Something grazed past his arm, then his leg, he let out a yelp when they hit his shoulder.

-was to get caught in the crossfire.

He rolled under a bench or table of some sort, using his free hand to find the wound. The bullet hadn’t lodged itself in, thankfully, but it took a chunk of flesh with it when it hit. Jesse pulled the bandana off from around his neck and wrapped it around his shoulder. Not ideal, especially when he was bleeding in multiple places, but he had to attend to the most important wound first.

He poked his head out and looked around, gun close to his chest. If he spotted someone, he’d shoot. Unless it was another Deadlocke member; he’d made that mistake before and he was certain Ashe wasn’t going to take too kindly to him pulling that same stunt again. But the only person he saw was a larger guy in a white suit. Deadlocke didn’t wear white suits. He was turned away, but Jesse could tell he was the one who shot him.

If the man was a professional, Jesse would only have one shot before he’d be killed. Time to be clever. He fumbled through his pockets, looking for anything that might prove useful. All he had was a bunched up receipt from dinner the night before. It would have to do. Jesse did an underhand toss, beaning the receipt against a painting. The painting shook and clattered against the wall. As the guard turned around to investigate, Jesse rolled out from underneath his hiding spot. A quick Flashbang to the face and two shots from his gun, and the guard’s suit was rapidly changing red. Jesse placed two of his fingers against the man’s neck. No pulse. He was tempted to take his hat off in respect, but there wasn’t any time. He had to leave before another guard found him.

Maybe he should stay to make sure Ashe was alright, but then again, she had B.O.B. Jesse was on his own.

Clutching his shoulder, he sprinted out of the room. With his luck, he was probably leaving a blood trail, but there was no time to patch up. As soon as someone realized the dead guard was… well, dead, more would arrive. Jesse was a good shot only when he wasn’t handicapped. At least his dominant hand had been spared, but the pain was still going to affect him.

He found himself in a foyer, opulent and pristine, except for the broken vases and overturned chairs. The front door was a no-go. He’d have to go out the back. So he backtracked, back through the library and into a kitchen and finally a grand backyard. Damn rich people.

Jesse took a second to rest in one of the perfectly-manicured bushes. His whole left side was injured. Better than his right side, but still less than ideal. His appearance was going to be a dead giveaway to his affiliations. He needed to find someplace quiet he could lay low in until the fuzz were gone. His mind went back to what Ashe had said before the stakeout. “There’s an apartment complex ‘bout two blocks from here. Nothin’ fancy, and not all of ‘em are inhabited, so head there if things go sour.”

With his destination in mind, he set off again.

. . .

Bunny was prepared for a quiet evening of baking. She had gone to the store earlier that day, buying the few things she didn’t have to try out this new cupcake recipe. Of course, she had scolded herself for her negligence. What kind of self-respecting baker didn’t have a supply of butterscotch chips?

Nevertheless, she tied an apron around her waist, humming to herself. It was a cool evening, the last breeze of spring ushering in summer, so she left the screen door open. The fresh air would also keep her small menagerie content while she worked. All seemed well, and Bunny set about preheating the oven.

And then the screen door slid open.

Bunny nearly screeched, but held her tongue. It was the wind, right? It had to be. Except she turned around and found herself staring at a man in dark clothes and an honest-to-God cowboy hat. They both stared at each other, just for a moment, and Bunny finally let out a scream.

The stranger had crossed the kitchen in an instant, holding a gloved hand against her mouth. “Shh! Ya tryin’ to get us killed?” he snapped.

She bit on his hand, hard enough to feel even through the leather of the gloves. He flinched away, yelping like a kicked puppy. “Killed? You just broke into my-” “I know, an’ I’m sorry, miss, but if ya’d let me explain-” “What good reason is there for anybody to be breaking and entering- you’re hurt,” she realized, reaching to touch his shoulder.

He winced and hissed in pain. “I almost forgot about that.”

“How do you almost forget about- that’s a gunshot wound, sir, we need to call an ambulance-” Bunny fretted. “Please don’t,” the stranger insisted. “I-I’m on the run from some folks, ya see, an’ I thought yer apartment would be a safe hidin’ place- it’s a long story, but they ain’t good people.”

A fugitive? Or a victim? Bunny didn’t know. But this handsome stranger- yes, he was quite handsome- was still responsible for ruining her evening. Yet she was never one to deny help to those in need. She sighed. “I-If you know what you’re doing, I m-might be able to help?” she offered weakly, hoping he’d turn her down and decide that proper medical attention was better after all.

Of course, he smiled like he just sold her the moon. It was an endearing smile, even under the circumstances. “I’d owe ya big time, darlin’,” he drawled, tipping his hat. Bunny flushed. Just who was this man? “My name’s Jesse, and I promise you, if ya do me this favor I will repay you.”

“Y-you can call me Bunny,” Bunny said shakily, reaching to turn off the oven. “It m-might be better to do this in the bathroom, follow me.” He obliged, clutching his shoulder to prevent it from bleeding onto the floor. At least he was considerate. “Is- do you think the whatever-” “There’s no bullet left, if that’s what yer tryin’ to ask. Ripped right through. An’ I won’t ask you fer stitches, least not in the shoulder,” Jesse answered. “But a couple grazed my ankle and forearm, so if you could patch those up…”

Bunny nodded, swallowing the bile that rose in her throat. “And what about your shoulder? We can’t just leave it like that, it could get infected. Or there could be blood loss, or-” Did she say we? When did it become we? She barely knew him!

But Jesse smiled. “Ah, I guess I should get a doc to see that. I’ll walk you through bandagin’ up for now and once the coast is clear, I’ll go to a hospital.” The smile didn’t reach his eyes, and Bunny had a suspicion he was lying, but she also didn’t want to get involved in any sort of crime. (As if she wasn’t already involved, if this man really was a fugitive.) So she nodded and found her first aid kit.

To his credit, Jesse spoke with experience and gently guided her through the process. She stitched up the shallower wounds and packed gauze into his shoulder after disinfecting it. Not once did he cry out, tell her she was doing poorly, or wince away. He actually tried to make conversation, asking about her apron and why the oven was on. “Bit late to be havin’ dinner, but I ain’t one to judge.”

“Oh! I was going to bake, actually,” she explained, placing a band-aid over one of the stitches. “I had a new recipe to try out. But I guess I’ll be doing that tomorrow night.”

“You bake? What’s your specialty?” Jesse asked, moving his leg to make sure the stitches were tight.

“Cupcakes, although I’ll bake anything,” Bunny told him. “I was going to try out cinnascotch cupcakes- vanilla cupcakes with butterscotch chips, topped with cinnamon icing.”

Jesse’s stomach growled. “Well, if that ain’t the tastiest sounding snack I’ve ever heard.”

Bunny laughed. “I would offer you some, but it’s a bit late to start them. I could, however, offer some chocolate chip cookies I made a couple days ago?” Offering strangers cookies? Bunny, what are you doing?

Said stranger stood, using the toilet as a balance. “If you’re offerin’. I’d hate to make you go to any extra trouble, Miss Bunny. You’ve already done me a great service.”

“I-it’s not a problem, really!” she insisted, helping him up. “But let’s do it in the kitchen? As wonderful as my bathroom is, it’s not the ideal place for a meal…”

He nodded, following her back to where he first entered. As he did, he caught sight of a housecat. The cat spotted him in return, let out a loud mewl, and ran in the opposite direction. “I’m guessin’ your pet doesn’t take kindly to newcomers,” he said. “Phil is… skittish, particularly around men,” Bunny said. “Please don’t take it personally. But once he warms up to you, he’s the sweetest companion you could imagine.”

“Pretty fitting for a woman as sweet as you,” Jesse replied glibly. Bunny stumbled, neck turning red. “I mean no offense, and I’m sorry if I took it a bit far, but few people would be willing to help out a stranger like that.”

Bunny swallowed. Since when was her kitchen so warm- did she leave the oven on after all? “Especially if said stranger was also guilty of breaking and entering,” she answered slowly. Jesse laughed, and her shoulders eased. At least he had a sense of humor about it.

“Ha ha, ya got a point! It takes a special kind of-”

Knock, knock.

Bunny turned to look at the door. Jesse was already paling, sidling up against a wall. “I ain’t here,” he whispered to her. Bunny glanced between both him and the entrance- another kock- before nodding.

Two men stood beyond the front door. One was wearing a white suit. The once pristine fabric was speckled with red, and Bunny had a sinking suspicion it wasn’t paint. The other was a police officer. “Good evening, ma’am. We are wondering if you could answer a couple questions.”

“Is something the matter?” she asked, putting on her most innocent voice.

The police officer nodded. “The Darby estate not far from here was robbed by a group known as the Deadlock Gang. All of their members are now on the run, and we’re curious to know if you’ve seen any of them.” The man in white bowed his head. “They killed one of my colleagues, another bodyguard for Mister Darby. It would mean a great deal if we could find the killer.”

Bunny’s throat felt dry. Was Jesse- he was injured, and clearly not above breaking the law, and on the run- but. But. She couldn’t just turn him in. There was no proof that he was the murderer, anyway, or even involved. “I’m terribly sorry about your friend,” she said slowly, “but I’m afraid I’ve been in my apartment baking all evening.”

The police officer’s eyes trailed down to her apron. Her gaze followed, and she was horrified to see blood smeared on it. But she kept from crying out. “Seems as though you’ve had an accident.” She smiled at them, batting her eyelashes. “Oh, I’m a wee bit clumsy, is all…” Neither looked entirely convinced. She couldn’t blame them. She had no fresh wounds, no signs of an injury. “Hmm… mind if we have a look around?” the guard asked.

“Don’t you need a warrant to do that?” she asked, twisting a strand around her finger.

The cop studied her but eventually nodded again. “Yes. We’re sorry to bother you, ma’am… if you hear or see anything, however, please call the police.” “Will do! Take care! Have a wonderful evening!” she said quickly, waiting until they had walked down the hall before shutting the door. She turned on her heel and stomped towards Jesse. “Do you mind kindly explaining why the people you are hiding from are the police?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. “It’s a bit of a doozy, but I’ll give you the quick version…”

And he did. He explained the Deadlock Gang, the reasons for robbing the Darby estate, and why the heist went sour in the first place. “Truth is,” he said bashfully, “I saw a woman walkin’ home and the sight just about knocked me out. Wouldn’t say it’s the whole reason the operation went sour, but it certainly didn’t help.” He took his hat off. “That was you, ma’am. I had no idea this was your apartment. But please, don’t feel guilty. My own fault for gettin’ so swept up in your beauty.”

Bunny lowered herself into the kitchen chair. “You… I’m holding a fugitive. This is all-all a lot to digest. But… somehow, I believe all of it. And you’re sure that woman was me?” She pointed to herself in disbelief. Jesse nodded. She exhaled quickly, leaning back. She was no stranger to compliments, but they were usually about her cooking. To hear her own appearance described like that- to hear that she was disarming enough to bring a carefully laid plan to ruins… it was an odd rush she got. A happy one, a flattering one, but an odd one nonetheless. “Holy crap… Jesse?” Bunny looked at him with sad eyes.

He sighed through his nose. “I know. I should go. And I promise to go to a hospital.”

Bunny nodded, but gnawed at her lower lip. “Or-or your gang’s medic, or- whatever. But… but I want you to make me another promise.” She stood and walked across the kitchen to a drawer, rummaging through it for a moment. She found something and hunched over it, returning to Jesse with a scrap of paper. “Promise me that next time you’re in the area, you’ll give me a call… or a visit.”

He took the paper with a shaky hand. “You’re positive?”

Bunny smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “As long as you use the front door next time… yes.”

(It was a promise he kept. Even throughout Blackwatch, his time guarding Dr. Liao and Echo, even his time on the run from his bounty. His visits were regular, and eventually became a bit more friendly… but that’s another story.)

#noodle writes #my commissions #mccree x oc #overwatch fanfic #overwatch #fanfiction #oc #overwatch mccree #jesse mccree #bunny #tw: blood #tw: death

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sofreakinmanyfandoms · 6 years

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November 14 - We’re Gonna Go Flirt with Superheroes

Some important notes:

1. Thank you to my amazing friend Dean for letting me use their delightful self as a character in this fic. You may all be jealous that I actually know this person.

2. Because Dean does not have the cleanest of language, this fic has significantly more swearing than anything else I've posted here. I still only put half as much language as normally spews from their mouth. Love you, babe.

3. I've never actually been to a hipster bar and it's been years since I've been to Portland. Please forgive me for any obvious errors.

4. I normally shy away from describing the reader too much, but honestly? I needed this. I needed to explore a bit what it's like being straight but looking gay, because while it's nothing compared to what the LGBT+ community goes through, it's something I get a lot of grief for from my conservative Christian extended family. I needed a fic where the main girl has short hair, okay? Okay.

Thanks for letting me vent myself in this fic.

Word count: 2416

Warnings: Language, mentions of cheating, if you’re homophobic you’ll hate this one so go suck an egg

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X short haired!hipster!Reader

“Ah, Portland,” Sam said with a sigh, looking around at the bar that was definitely owned by someone very hipster. “Remind me again why we’re here?”

“It was the closest city with the material Stark needs to fix the jet,” Steve reminded him. “He’ll have it ready by morning and we’ll be on our way back to the compound.”

“Friends,” Thor declared cheerily, throwing his arms around their shoulders, “despite our transport’s destruction, we have won a great victory this day! Let us celebrate, even if your Midgardian drinks are weaker than mother’s milk.”

Bucky followed behind them, feeling out of place as he took in the décor. The floor and ceiling were concrete, but the walls had been coated in what looked like disassembled pallets with wooden booths build out of the walls. The free-standing tables were giant spools and he was pretty sure no two chairs in the whole building matched. Whoever had been in charge of decorating had even taken the chalkboard menu trope to the extreme, making the whole wall behind the bar a blackboard instead of just hanging one up. Everything was decked out in old – sorry, “recycled” – netting and buoys, presumably ones that had seen actual use based on their condition. Also, Bucky had never seen so much flannel in his life.

He settled into a booth with Sam as Steve and Thor went to get their drinks. The other man was looking around, a determined expression on his face.

“Here’s where we get to the hard part,” Sam whispered to him. “Now we’ve gotta figure out which women are gay and which are just fashionable.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at his friend. “I don’t understand.”

Sam leaned back and nodded to the bar. “Well, normally you see a woman in skinny jeans, a plaid flannel, and a beanie? She’s a lesbian. But we’re in Portland, where that’s everyone’s style, so it gets harder. Like the chick on the end of the bar? Pixie cut, slouchy beanie, band tee that’s probably for some local group her friend is in under her open flannel, black jeans that look painted on, and totally ignoring the prime male specimens currently ordering our drinks in favor of her cell phone? Definitely gay. But that chick over there,” he subtly pointed to a nearly identically-dressed girl, shorter and with longer hair, who had definitely noticed Steve and Thor’s presence, “is either straight or bi. I can work with either of those.”

Snorting at his friend’s explanation, Bucky flashed a quick look back at the woman at the end of the bar. Sam was probably right. Too bad; she was beautiful, and he wouldn’t have minded getting to know her better.

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You sighed at your phone and shifted on your seat at the end of the bar. Your friend was late again; they were always late. According to the text chain you were receiving nearly non-stop, they were also probably already drunk, not that that was surprising anymore.

“Come on, Dean,” you muttered under your breath. “I need you here before he shows up.”

Five minutes later, your friend stumbled through the door, giggling madly at, well, you didn’t want to know what. They stumbled their way over to you and collapsed onto a stool.

“Why are we here?” Dean immediately began complaining. “I stick out like a sore thumb. I’m more goth than hipster, you know that.”

“We’re here because I nanny for the owner part-time so the drinks are free,” you pointed out, rolling your eyes. “You know fully well that any place becomes your scene when you don’t have to pay for alcohol.”

“True,” Dean replied with another giggle. “I didn’t have to pay at the last place either, because I’m fucking hot. Three guys and two girls bought me drinks.”

“Aaand, that’s it, you’re cut off for the night,” you sighed, asking the bartender for a coffee for your definitely drunk friend. “You did kill your makeup tonight, though. It looks great.”

“Damn right it does,” they slurred. “Hey, how come you didn’t tell me? I’d have gotten here a hell of a lot sooner if you’d told me there were Avengers in the building.”

You followed your friend’s line of sight to where there were in fact four members of the Avengers seated in a booth.

“Oh… I didn’t notice them.”

Dean scoffed and gave you that knowing look that you really hated. “You got lost in your phone again, didn’t you? Just in case he showed up.” The blush on your face was enough of an answer. “Damn it, woman, he’s a fucking asshole who never deserved you and I’d have killed him already if you weren’t so fucking concerned with whether or not things are legal.” They downed the rest of their coffee with a grimace and pushed themselves off the bar, grabbing for your hand. “Come on. We’re gonna go flirt with superheroes.”

Your eyes widened in horror. “Oh no. I am not going to talk to the Avengers with you while you’re drunk.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed as they looked at you. “Then you have to promise me you’ll sing karaoke tonight. You haven’t done it since that bastard criticized your voice, and I miss hearing it. You’re fucking good, and you let that fucking moron rob us all of your beautiful songbird-ness.”

“I hope you realize how drunk you sound.”

“Do we have a deal or not? Because if I’m going to give up a shot at fucking Thor, it had better be for a good reason.”

You sighed. Your friend was always stubborn like this. “Fine, we have a deal.”

“Awesome! I get to pick your song.”

“Aw, hell, no…”

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Your ex showed up right before karaoke started as he always did.

“Look at the smug asshole,” Dean muttered into the drink they’d somehow managed to get despite your best efforts. They put on a comically feminine voice and mimicked, “I must sing every chance I get, for my voice is God’s gift to mankind and to deprive people of the joy of listening to it would be blasphemy of the highest fucking order!”

“Dean,” you sighed, “please behave. You’ve already gotten me to agree to singing again. You don’t need to start a scene with him, too.”

“I should cut off his fucking dick for cheating on you.”

Because you knew Dean, you were concerned they meant it. “Don’t. He did me a favor, helping me realize he wasn’t worth it. Now, did you sign me up for karaoke already, or do I need to do it?”

The grin they flashed you was even more concerning when paired with how much they’d had to drink. “I signed us both up. After you sing your mystery song – yes, you’ll have enough of an intro to figure out what it is and come in on time, they put the lyrics up anyway, you’ll be fine – I’ll blow your performance out of the water with a spectacular rendition of ‘Bang, Bang.’ Your ex won’t know what hit him.”

“I’m sure he won’t,” you said dryly, only to be horrified when your name was called first as karaoke started.

Dean laughed at the glare you threw them. “Go blow them all away with your magical voice, darling!”

“Y/N,” the bar’s owner said into his mic when you stepped up on stage. “It’s been far too long, m’lady! Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in a few months, it’s the lovely Y/N singing ‘Shake It Off’!”

“Really, Dean?” you asked, picking up your mic. “All the songs in the world to choose from and that’s the one you picked for me?” The regulars laughed at your teasing as Dean raised their beer in salute. Almost before you had a moment to collect yourself, the music was off and you could feel your ex studying you from his seat near the back with his new woman draped across him. You shut him out of your mind and focus and launched yourself into the song, determined to have fun even if you weren’t really drunk enough to do a Taylor Swift song for karaoke.

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Bucky hadn’t been paying attention to much other than his beer until the karaoke started. Their booth was set up at the perfect spot for watching the stage, and he chided himself for the way his heart jumped when you stepped on stage.

“Really, Dean?” you joked, shooting a look at your friend who did not look like – he? She? Bucky couldn’t tell which – would be interested in hanging out in a bar like this. Then you took a deep breath and wow, your whole demeanor changed as you started singing. It was like the song took over you and you had an entirely different energy about you.

“I go on too many dates, but I can’t make ‘em stay,” you sang, and Bucky watched you work the stage, using the mic stand to your theatrical advantage even as you held the mic in your hand. He’d say you were hamming it up for the crowd, but there was something about your performance that said maybe some of the words were hitting a little too close to home for you to be too flippant with them.

“My ex man brought his new girlfriend,” and he didn’t miss the way your eyes flickered to a couple in the back. “And to the fella over there with the hella good hair, why don’t you come on over baby? We can shake, shake, shake.”

He almost choked on his beer, because he could swear that during that last line you had looked over and winked at him in a very “I’m not a lesbian and I want to climb you like a tree” type way. Bucky’s eyes quickly flickered to Sam to see if the other man caught it, but if he had, he wasn’t giving any indication of it.

It had to have been the performance, right? You were just working the audience. When the song ended, he made sure to applaud, and soon your friend (Dean, the announcer called them) was on stage singing like they were, well, as hammered as they looked.

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“Come ooooonnnn,” Dean whined, tugging on your sleeve. “Y/N, they’re in town and they’re in this bar and Thor’s so hot I’m surprised I don’t have a sunburn yet. I can’t talk to them alone. Come flirt with me.”

Your friend wasn’t going to give up anytime soon, so you slammed back the rest of your drink and stood.

“Fine,” you said, “but if you look like you’re going to puke on an Avenger at any point I’m dragging you home.”

“Yay!” they cheered, immediately pulling you over to their table and sliding into the booth next to Thor. “Hello, gentlemen of the Avengers. My name is Dean, I’m genderfluid and pansexual and would gladly climb any of you. This is Y/N and she’s a straight prude but if you give her enough alcohol you might be able to get a nice make-out session with her.”

You groaned and rubbed your face with your hand. “Sorry for my friend here. They passed merely being drunk an hour before karaoke started.”

“Pleasure to meet you both,” Captain America (YOU WERE TALKING TO CAPTAIN AMERICA?!?) said. “I’m Steve, and this is Bucky, Sam, and Thor.”

“Hi, Thor.” Dean batted their eyelashes and you choked back a snerk.

Bucky pushed at Sam and the two slid a little further back in the booth, making space for you to sit next to the soldier. He motioned to the seat and you slid next to him hesitantly.

“Sorry for interrupting your evening,” you apologized quietly, although Dean had long since tuned you out in favor of attempting to seduce the god of thunder. “Dean gets an idea their head and I’m basically stuck along for the ride.”

“It’s no problem,” Sam said smoothly. “I do have one question, though. Are you really straight?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and Bucky thought that might be the nicest sound he’d ever heard. “Yes, I’m really straight. Most people are surprised, but my sense of style wasn’t enough to keep jerks from hitting on me so I got a haircut and fell in love with the style. It’s let me fly under the radar a lot more frequently, which is nice.”

“I can’t imagine how,” Bucky said, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “You’re beautiful.”

Before you could thank him, a voice to your left made you freeze.

“Y/N.”

Dean’s attention was snapped away from Thor and they stared down your ex. “Listen, asshole –”

“Dean.” You held up a finger to stop your friend before they made too much of a scene before entirely turning to your ex. “What do you want, Daniel?”

“It’s free karaoke time,” he crooned, ignoring how unwanted he obviously was. “I thought maybe we could do a duet together, for old time’s sake?”

You affixed him with a glare that would whither a plant. “Why on earth would I want to be reminded of our time together?”

That seemed to shake his confidence a bit. “I’m just being friendly,” he snapped.

“You don’t know how to just be friendly. We’re over, Daniel, so get over it already. If you really wanted me, you wouldn’t have cheated.”

“I believe you heard the lady,” Thor cut in before Daniel could reply. “She wishes for you to leave her alone, and I suggest you abide by her wishes.

For the first time he seemed to notice who you were sitting with, and he sulked off back to his date.

“Well,” Sam broke the silence that had fallen over the table, “I’m guessing that relationship being over is a good thing?”

You nodded. “Thank you,” you told Thor. “I appreciate the support.”

“Anytime, m’lady.”

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“Do you want to talk about it?” Bucky asked you softly a few minutes later when you had yet to join the table’s renewed conversation.

You shook your head. “He was a jerk who cheated on me so I got out. It was a long time ago.”

“How could anyone throw away someone like you?”

The earnest way he said it made you blush.

“His loss,” you whispered shyly.

Bucky only paused a moment before asking, “Could I make his loss my gain?”

“I’d like that,” you said with a smile. “I’d like that very much.”

#30 days of avengers one shots #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Winter Soldier #reader #reader insert #portland #portland oregon #hipster #bar #karaoke #taylor swift #language #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #masterlist #i still suck at tagging

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dragon-cookies · 6 years

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fluffy batim fanfic ahoy

Okey I decided to post the fic here! It’s literally just a short story about when Luna was born, with copious amounts of cute family fluff. Set in some sort of AU where either the events of the game didn’t happen or they did and everyone got out okay. Please enjoy! :’’)

Night had fallen not long ago in the city. Joey Drew Studios had closed up for the weekend, and the building was all-around quiet. That was, for the most part.

Bendy nearly tripped over himself as he adjusted his hold on the pile of towels he was carrying in his arms. It was times like this he could hardly stand being short. "You keepin' up, Boris?" He glanced behind as he stumbled down the hall, clearly struggling to both see where he was going and keep his balance.

"I'm comin', Bendy." Boris replied not far behind, carrying his own stack of towels, albeit with much less trouble. "Are you sure you don't think we might've gotten too many?"

Bendy bit his lip at the question, his expression laced with worry. "I... I really don't know, Boris. We might not need all of them, but I'd rather have too many than too little, y'know?" He chuckled weakly, although it was evident he was hardly in a mood for jokes. "It's not every day someone 'round here has a baby, after all, and... Well, I just wanna be prepared."

Boris's ears lowered slightly. He couldn't stand seeing his best friend so nervous, but at the same time he could hardly blame him. He wasn't at all experienced with this sort of thing, none of the toons were for the most part. "Uh-huh, I understand. Better safe than sorry..."

They finally came up to the bedroom door, with Bendy slowly coming to a stop right outside of it and setting the towels down on the wooden floor.

"What's the holdup?" Boris tilted his head slightly and looked over the stack in his arms.

Bendy stared at the door for a moment, his hands fidgeting. "Just... preparing myself, I s'pose..." He took a breath and exhaled slowly. "...I'm nervous, Boris. I don't have any sort of first hand knowledge about this sort of thing, and come to think of it neither does Alice. Everything we know is just stuff we've read and heard about..."

"Hey..." Boris set his own pile of towels down and came over, putting a hand on Bendy's shoulder. "It's gonna be okay, Bend. Alice is tough, I'm sure she'll be just fine."

"I know..." Bendy nodded quietly. "I know, you're right... I just gotta stop being a worry wart and be ready to help her, no matter how scared I am."

"That's the spirit." Boris smiled, his tail wagging slightly. "You've got this, I'm sure of it. You and Alice both."

Bendy nodded again, looking up to give his friend a smile. "You're the best, Boris. I really don't know what I'd do without you."

Boris chuckled, his tail wagging faster. "Aw, you know I'm always here to help. 'Capable canine' is my middle name." He stood up to his full height once more, glancing back down the hallway. "Well, I s'pose I'll leave you both to it. Just holler if you need me, alright?"

"Will do." Bendy smiled once more, waving as his friend started back down the hall. He took another breath and turned back to the door. No turning back now.

The door to the bedroom opened with a gentle creak. It was dark outside, the room's main source of light coming from a small lamp in the opposite corner. A simple, two-person bed lay situated near the adjacent wall, it's loosely-tied curtains about each bed post giving an extra layer of privacy to its occupant. Bendy paused for only a moment to take in the scene before entering, a few towels wrapped tucked under his arm. The rest could wait outside for a moment, right now he had someone else he wanted to check on.

He quietly approached the bed and drew the thinly veiled curtain back. There she was. His beautiful, darling angel. She was wearing a soft, silken robe, reclined on a pile of pillows, a book in one hand, and her other hand gently cradling her large belly. She looked up the moment she saw him pull the curtain aside and gave him a smile as she set her book down. "Evening, dearest..."

"Hey Al..." Bendy replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He set the towels on the nightstand next to the lamp and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching up and entwining his hand with hers. "How are you doing...?"

Alice took a small breath, her free hand gently making circles on her rounded stomach. "The same as when you saw me ten minutes ago. They've been coming pretty regularly now..."

He nodded, a small sliver of worry still twinging inside of him. Alice's contractions, as Susie told him, would be coming at steady intervals with a high intensity by the time the baby was ready to be born. He already didn't like Alice being in pain, even if it was still mild, and the prospect of it getting worse only added to his unease.

Alice squeezed his hand tighter, sensing the worry on his face. "Did you find the towels you were looking for?"

"Hm? Oh, heh, yeah..." He gestured to the door behind him. "We didn't know how many to grab, so we just... sort of took them all."

She laughed softly. "Well, better safe than anything, I suppose. We definitely won't be short on them now."

"Yeah, phew, that's a relief," he chuckled and pretended to wipe sweat off his forehead before going quiet again. "... Is there anything else I can do to help? For now, at least?"

Alice glanced back down at her belly before giving him another smile. "If you could just stay here, with me, that would be enough. We've got time before anything exciting happens."

Bendy didn't have to be told twice about that. Another nod and he had already climbed the rest of the way onto the bed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. He brought his opposite hand down to her stomach, his fingers tracing random little patterns across the fabric of her robe. He could feel their little one shifting about in there, as if they were adjusting their position until they got comfortable. Every little movement made his inky heart flutter with a joy and pride unlike anything he'd felt before. This was their baby. Their baby that they had made together, against all odds. And now it was almost time for them to finally come into the world.

Starting a family had truly been a long series of trial and error for both of them, seeing as they were toons created from an ink machine and therefore had no actual parents. The ink machine may have given them life, but who was to say whether they create life of their own? It had taken months of trying, buildups of hope that would only be dashed later on, late nights filled with disappointment and tears, but they eventually finally got what they wanted so badly. Bendy knew he'd never forget the joy he felt when Alice told him the news. How they held each other as tightly as they could, tears flowing freely. He couldn't even begin to contain his excitement during that time. He was going to be a father.

Alice nuzzled the top of his head, bringing her hand to rest on top of his on her belly. "What're you thinking about...?”

"Mmm..." He hummed softly and nuzzled her back. "Just thinking about how..." He trailed off a moment, searching for the right words.

"How big I've gotten?" She murmured with a small laugh.

"No," he snorted softly and pulled her closer, "I was gonna say something along the lines of how beautiful you are... How lucky I am to have you..."

"Ah," she grinned and pressed a small kiss to his head, "I think I'm very lucky to have you too."

Bendy couldn't hold back a small purr as she kissed him."I love you so much, Al..." He leaned his head down and gently kissed her belly. "And we love you too, kiddo. Don't be afraid to hurry up so we can meet you sooner, now."

Alice managed a small laugh before another contraction made its way down her back and across her stomach, causing her to wince slightly and take a breath as it ran its course. "Oh, she'll be here soon enough, don't worry..." She spoke with a slight strain in her voice, her hand massaging small circles on her large baby bump.

Worry crossed Bendy's face again as he felt her tense up. He brought his hand that was previously across her shoulders down to gently rub her back. "Think it's a girl, huh?" He gave her a small smile and gently squeezed her hand, hoping he could help take her mind off the pain.

"Mm..." She leaned into his touch, exhaling again as the contraction started to subside. "A little girl would be wonderful... But don't get me wrong, I'd be equally happy with a boy..."

Bendy nodded, continuing to rub her back as she relaxed. "I understand. I'll be just as happy either way as well. Boy, girl, as long they're healthy, I'll be the happiest demon."

She nodded quietly, another small smile crossing her face. "And I'll be the happiest angel as well..." She closed her eyes and rested her head on his once again. "In the meantime, think I might try and rest a bit... Just while I still can..."

"Oh, of course..." He pulled her close once again. "Rest as long as you need, darling."

"You promise you'll stay here?"

"Cross my heart."

She smiled sleepily and kissed his cheek once more. It wasn't long after that she had dozed off, leaving Bendy awake and still holding her gently. He brushed a lock of her dark hair behind her ear, pressing a small kiss to her forehead and resting his head on hers. Even when she was tired and waiting for their baby to arrive, she still looked absolutely divine to him. He closed his eyes and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, eventually nodding off himself.

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"... Bendy..."

Bendy's eyes twitched as he started to come back to. "Mmm...”

"Bendy, darling, wake up..." He felt a hand squeeze his arm.

"Alice...?" He mumbled and blinked his eyes, lifting his head up from the pillow and rubbing his eyes. "You okay...?"

Alice's panted softly, her chest rising and falling with every steady breath she took. Her hand closest to Bendy was gripping his arm, her other hand was holding her swollen belly. "I think... you might need to get the towels ready..."

Bendy's heart leapt into his throat. He scrambled off the bed and gathered up the towels he'd left on the nightstand. "Y-You think it's time?" He set the towels at the foot of the bed and helped her sit up against the pillows, quickly taking his hand in hers once more.

Alice winced as she pulled herself into a sitting position, immediately gripping his hand tightly. "I don't know for sure, but... It hurts a lot more than it did before..."

Bendy bit his lip. She had to be getting close. How close, he wasn't sure, but she had to be getting there. He sat on the edge of the bed again and squeezed her hand. "It's okay if it hurts, Al... Susie told us it should feel like that..."

Alice nodded and took several more deep breaths as she reclined her head back on the pillows. "One thing's for certain... This baby is definitely part demon..." She gave him a weak smile.

He managed a small grin at her little joke. "Hey, all the more proof that I'm the dad, right?" He brushed her hair aside and kissed her cheek, quietly praying she couldn't hear how loudly his heart was pounding. He was terrified, but he knew Alice needed his support more than anything else in this moment. "Just hold my hand if you want and keep breathing. The baby'll be here before we know it..."

She nodded again and closed her eyes, her eyebrows knitted in pain and concentration. In. She breathed in deeply. Out. She exhaled slowly. In... Out...

Bendy inhaled and exhaled with her, both to help her keep time and ease his own nerves. Alice is strong, he told himself. Their baby would be just as strong. He just needed to be there for her.

They continued together for what must have been hours, although to Bendy it could have just as well been only a few minutes. Through every painful contraction, every time she gripped his hand, every time he helped her breathe through it, he never left her side.

More time passed. Alice only cried out in pain a few times, but it shattered his heart every time. He went to the foot of the bed to check her later on, where he could confirm things were definitely progressing. He pulled the bed sheets covering her legs up to her knees and gave her an encouraging grin. The baby had her hair, he told her. Despite her pain, Alice couldn't hold back a smile at the statement. Time passed again, things progressed again as well. Then, not much later at all, the cry of a newborn filled the room.

Alice fell back against the pillows as she heard the shrill cry, panting heavily as she grinned up at the ceiling. She did it. She lifted her head just in time to see Bendy hold up a tiny, squirming infant in a ink-drenched towel.

"It's a girl, Alice!" Bendy laughed and gave her the biggest smile he possibly could. "We have a baby girl!"

A choked sob of delight escaped Alice at the announcement of their baby's gender. Tears ran freely down her face as Bendy carried the wailing baby girl over and gently placed her on her chest, towel and all. "Oh, hello, hello little one..." Alice spoke softly between sobs, gently rubbing her newborn daughter's back and wiping away the ink she was covered in. "Look at you... Oh, you're so beautiful..." The baby continued to cry loudly and squirmed in the towel she was wrapped in, trying to get closer to the voice she heard. Alice gave the infant a tiny nuzzle and kissed her head. "Shhhh... Mama's here. Mama's got you, sweetie..." Slowly, the baby girl's cries reduced down to whimpers as she was soothed by her mother's voice and touch.

Bendy grinned and wiped away his own tears as he watched his brand new daughter meet her mother for the first time. They'd done it. After months of trying and another nine months of preparing, their little girl was finally here. He sniffed and wiped his eyes again before coming over to sit next to Alice. "She's perfect, Al... I'm so proud of you..." He kissed her cheek and laid his head on her shoulder once again, his hand coming up and gently playing with their baby girl's hair, absolutely enchanted by this tiny little life that he helped create.

Alice blinked back more tears and leaned into Bendy, smiling as their daughter finally calmed down and stopped fussing. She made small noises as she lay on her mother's chest, her eyes still closed tight. "Have you ever seen anything as beautiful as her?"

"Never... I've never seen anything like her at all..." Bendy smiled as he continued to stroke the baby's hair. He could just barely feel tiny nubs on her head underneath her hair, where horns would most likely grow when she got older. "Say, you remember the name we'd picked out if she was a girl?"

Alice nodded quietly, turning her head slightly to meet his gaze. "You think it's a good name for her?"

Bendy nodded in return, another smile coming to his face. "Yeah... Luna. That's what we should call her."

Alice smiled back at him, returning her gaze back to her sleeping daughter. "Our little Luna..."

The couple lay together in silence, simply taking in the sheer beauty of the moment as a new family. Bendy eventually got up and fetched a clean blanket, and Alice used another towel to dry off her daughter before transferring her over to the blanket Bendy had brought. Now all clean and warm as she slept, Bendy gently played with her tiny hands and laughed softly when she gripped onto one of his fingers in her sleep. "Wait till Boris sees her. He's gonna be so excited..."

Alice hummed softly in agreement. "Susie's been excited too. She's going to flip when she learns I had the baby over the weekend."

"That'll be a fun way to start the Monday, huh," Bendy chuckled. "I bet Henry will be happy to meet her too."

"Mm, I couldn't imagine anyone wouldn't be happy..." Alice closed her eyes and rested her head on Bendy's. "She might even get a smile out of Sammy, I'd bet..."

"Oh, now that would be something. She'd have accomplished something few people have done."

Alice was about to reply when Luna started to fuss again, whining softly and nuzzling her mother's chest as if she were searching for something. "Oh, hold on, I think I know what she wants." She gently scooped the baby up with her blanket. "Bendy, could you...?"

"Hm? Oh, I got her." Bendy carefully took Luna in his hands and cradled her, grinning as she squirmed in his arms and blearily opened her eyes. "Hey there, sweetie, you have a nice nap? I'm your dad, by the way, in case you were wondering." He grinned as she blinked and looked up at him curiously. She had the same pie-cut eyes that both of her parents did, and the same off-white skin. "You know, I think the two of us are gonna be good friends. You, Alice, and I, we're goin' places, I just know it."

Alice chuckled softly as she watched Luna meet her father. Even to babies, he seemed to have an irresistible charm. She pulled the shoulder of her robe down, exposing the lower part of her chest. "Alright, you can hand her back now."

"One baby, comin' right up," Bendy chuckled and gently passed her back. He leaned back on the pillows once more and watched as Alice carefully adjusted her hold on their baby girl until she was in a comfortable position to nurse.

"C'mon, sweetie, you must be hungry," Alice murmured softly, letting Luna familiarize herself with this new position. After another moment she finally latched on properly and started to nurse. "There you go..." Alice breathed a small sigh of relief and leaned back again. "From what Susie's told me, I'm gonna get used to feeding her like this. Some babies can nurse for up to a year."

Bendy nodded quietly, not taking his eyes off their daughter. "It's pretty fascinating, if you ask me."

Luna nursed for a short while longer before she finally had her fill of milk. She released and made a soft squeaking noise before nuzzling her head into her mother's chest once more, making a tiny rumbling sound very much akin to a purr.

"Hold the phone..." Bendy leaned down to listen. "Is that coming from her?"

"I think so," Alice laughed and stroked the baby girl's head.

"You sure you didn't give birth to a cat, Al?"

"Hey, out of the two of us, she definitely got that from you, mister." Alice chuckled and gently headbutted him. "You purr all the time."

"What? Nooo," he nudged her back, trying to feign innocence, "surely you must have mistaken me."

"Oh no, I'm not mistaken at all." She gave him a quick kiss. "One of these days I'm going to catch you holding her and purring, mark my words."

"Hmm, I frankly see no problem with that at all." He hummed playfully and kissed her back. "We just purr to show affection sometimes. It's a demon thing..."

Alice hummed softly in response and nuzzled him once more. "Say Bendy, do you want to go and get Boris? Just so he can meet her before we go to sleep tonight?"

"Oh, of course, toots." He nodded and got to his feet once more. "I'll be right back, I promise."

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"Shoot, if only I had a red five..." Boris scratched his head as he mulled over his cards on the table.

Bendy quietly entered the room where Boris was, softly knocking on the open door. "Hey Boris?"

Boris looked up from his game of solitaire, his tail wagging slightly. "Bendy! Is everything alright?"

Bendy exhaled quietly and nodded, giving him a wide grin. "...It's a girl.”

Boris stared at him dumbfounded for a split second, then leapt to his feet and scooped Bendy up in the tightest hug he could muster. "Gawrsh, Bendy! You're a father!" He barked excitedly and spun around. "And Alice is a mother! Congrats to you both!"

"Grk-!" Bendy could barely utter a word as Boris nearly crushed his ribcage. "Y-Yeah Boris! We're parents-! Please let me get some air!"

"Oh! Sorry 'bout that!" Boris quickly released him and set him down. "Guess I really don't know my own strength when I'm excited. So, when can we see her? Can we see her now?"

"We can definitely see her now if you want," Bendy laughed as he caught his breath. "We'll have to be quiet, though."

"Oh! Right, right! I'll be as quiet as a church mouse! Ahem, starting now." Boris grinned sheepishly.

Bendy pushed the door open to the bedroom once more. "Hey Al, Boris is here to say hi..."

Alice grinned as she looked up from the tiny bundle in her arms. "Hey Boris, come right in..."

Boris approached almost cautiously, slowly kneeling down at the edge of the bed so he could get a good look at the baby Alice was holding. "Oh my goodness..." He whispered as his tail thumped gently against the floor. "She's so tiny... And so cute!" He grinned up at Alice, practically wiggling with excitement. "I've never seen anything like her before."

Alice smiled back down at him. "Neither have we, to be honest. She's probably the first baby toon, ever."

"Gawrsh, that's real exciting!" Boris wiggled happily again as he looked back to the sleeping baby. "So, whatcha gonna call her?"

Alice looked up at Bendy as he smiled and walked over. "We were thinking of calling her Luna."

"Luna?" Boris repeated the word, giving the new parents another excited smile. "That's a real nice name! You two must be so proud right now!"

Bendy and Alice exchanged smiles with each other. "We are, Boris." Bendy wrapped an arm around Alice as they both smiled down at their new daughter. Things were going to be different from now on, that was for certain. But the future most definitely looked bright. "We really are..."

#bendy x alice #dc writes #just #not gonna put this one in the main tag haha #don't wanna swamp the thing with very specific fics #annnnyway #luna #in which boris is a very excited uncle and a good boy

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silentprincess100 · 6 years

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*Sekaiichi Hatsukoi Extras Translation*

Needless to say, there are spoilers.

Volume 11 cover, Chapter 22.5, chapter 24.5, volume 12 cover, volume 12 special illustration book extra

Apologies that this is late, but I promised that I would add some untranslated extras, and here they are!! This time, they are translated from the Chinese with some rudimentary consultation of the original Japanese text, but the caveat still stands that some of the original nuance from the Japanese text may not have been captured!! Any errors are mine alone. Also!!! I know a lot of you hate me for the other posts being so long, and I’m SORRYYYYYY. I’m new to Tumblr please don’t hate me. Again, this is not a scanlation, just a translation project for those who want to read the chapters early!

Credits for scans: First Love 漢化組 for Volume 11 cover and 22.5

Tongmenghui 同萌繪 Draw Club for Volume 12 cover and 24.5

If there are any objections to posting the link to these scans, message me, and I’ll be sure to take them down at owner’s request.

Cover to Volume 11

http://tieba.baidu.com/photo/p?kw=世界第一的初恋&flux=1&tid=5490553198&pic_id=591ea1014a90f60324e610b03212b31bb151ed14&pn=1&fp=2&see_lz=1#!/pid0295abde9c82d15836e8d5468b0a19d8bd3e4278/pn1

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[It has been a while since I saw Yoshikawa-sensei.]

Yoshino: Ahh, Takano-san, it has been too long. So sorry, um, about the draft, you know, that it was... *embarrassed embarrassed*

Takano-san: You’ve worked hard. It’s totally fine. You weren’t the last person to turn in their drafts this time around.

Yoshino: Really?!! That’s amazing!!

Hatori: Like hell “it’s amazing.” Nearly every other time, you’re -

Takano: Okay, okay. We’re looking forward to continuing to work with you, Yoshikawa-sensei.

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Yoshino: So sorry to trouble you, thank you for all the help. Well then, I’ll be accepting this souvenir. (*polite polite!!*)

Takano: Why is it almost always impossible to tell the ages of manga creators? Yoshikawa-sensei seems so young! How old is he?

Hatori: The same age as me.

Hatori and Takano: …

Hatori: It’s fine, when I was in middle school, people would say I seemed old enough to be a functioning member of society.

(If it wasn’t because of my face, it was a judgement of my mental age…)

Takano: No. I didn’t say anything.

[This is most likely Yoshikawa-sensei’s fault.]

Chapter 22.5

This is the extra at the end of Volume 11, and it takes place after the Emerald Editing Department’s trip to the onsen to buy Isaka-san’s udon is unfortunately prolonged by inclement weather. This is right after the chapter where Takano and Onodera visit Takano’s grandmother’s grave. Basically, they were supposed to go back to Tokyo, but flights were cancelled because of a major storm, so they were stuck another day at the onsen.

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Onodera: I know that because of the weather, we can’t go back to Tokyo at this time, so there’s no helping that… (Even if we did go back, it would just be to mountains of work…)

And it just so happened that another guest cancelled their room reservations, so, luckily, we can stay here another night, but… BUT

Onodera: WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE TO ROOM WITH YOU OF ALL PEOPLE!!!

Takano: Isn’t because there were only three goddamn rooms left?

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Onodera: So, didn’t I just say that I’d rather room with anyone but you? (*fighting fighting*)

Takano: You’re so fucking annoying. I’ll double your workload.

Onodera: WHAA??!!!!

(this is totally, a straight-up abuse of power)

Takano: Geez, the rain’s really coming down.

Page 3:

Takano: ….

Ahh…..

[Ritsu stops]

Onodera: Wha-what is it?

Takano: Thinking about it, when we were in high school, there was one day when it was raining and you brought an umbrella and waited for me.

Onodera: Did – did that happen? I don’t remember anything like that.

Takano: Yep, it did. I was being pretty seriously stalked by you.

Onodera: Please stop talking about me like I was some sort of criminal!

Page 4:

Takano: Back then, I’ll admit that I never thought that I would be able to come travelling with you like this, but still, I’m happy that we were able to come here together.

*Holds hands*

*heartbeat*

page 5:

*pushes away*

Onodera: Hey, wait!! We’re in the hallway!!!!!!!

Takano: So, you’d be okay if it was the room?

Onodera: No – that is not what I meant!!

Takano: Didn’t I say that we had to finish what we started?

Page 6:

Takano: We should wake up early tomorrow to do it once.

Onodera: Wai—Didn’t I say, we’re not doing it-

*closes eyes*

[Ahhh…]

page 7:

Kisa: ALRIIIIGHHHT!!!!!! RICHAAAAAAAN!!!! Wanna go to the baths now?

*JOLT*

Takano: ………..…..….Kisa-san…. You….

Kisa: (Oh, there you two are.) Huh? Whatchu guys doing?

Takano: ………………………………..

Onodera, it’ll have to be at least three times.

Onodera: What?!! Why is that your conclusion?

Kisa: ????

What are you guys talking about~~~??

No. 22.5 the end.

[in the final page – RItsu bought a box of his own udon to eat. The box says- Udon, 24 packets]

Cover Volume 12

https://www.manhuaren.com/m499892/

(starting with the page after the cover of the illustration collection extra, the one with a black background and Kisa’s head as the first panel.)

[When I first met Kisa]

Takano: You’re a student here for part time work?

Kisa: Oh, I’ve gotten this sort of question loads of times.

Takano: Oh. Sorry. Didn't realize that you were older than me… (I’m Takano)

Kisa: No worries, no worries – I’m used to it. (The name’s Kisa!)

Takano: Then you’ve got some really youthful looking skin.

Kisa: The truth is that when I was in middle school, I made a deal with the devil, so I wouldn’t grow any older. It has been like that ever since. (Since I’ve been found out, might as well let you know…)

(heh heh heh)

Who’s to say I won’t live upwards of one thousand years?

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Takano: So, next, I’d like to talk about division of work. (Is that okay?)

Kisa: I totally do not mind that you’re completely looking over me. (Not even using polite speech!) (t/n this translation I was a little bit unsure of).

[At this time, Takano did not make too much of this.]

Takano: What’re you doing?

Onodera: Ah! Kisa-san is showing me a picture from when he was in middle school!

Here, check it out!

Takano: ………………………… the devil’s deal….

Kisa: The heck?

[However, now, Takano can’t help but start to think that maybe what Kisa said back then was true.]

Chapter 24.5

https://www.manhuaren.com/m499892/

(This is the extra at the end of Volume 12. Starting with what looks like keys, water bottle, and wallet falling out and then Takano and Onodera on the floor picking up fallen objects)

page 1:

*CRASSSSHHHHHHHHH*

*Tumbletumble*

Onodera: (OHHH MY GOOODD.) SO- SORR!!!!!

Onodera: …-ry… Ah! Takano-san?!! (You’re still here?!)

Takano: Ouch--- watch where you’re going, why don’t you.

Onodera: I’m sorry! I’m hurrying to catch the last train!

Takano: You’re not going to make it. Better take a taxi – just take one with me, problem solved.

(Ugh, and it had to be this time that you use a bag without a zipper.)

Onodera: It’s FINE. If I run, I can still make it.

Takano: And also, your bag has way too much stuff in it.

Onodera: Good work today – I’m taking my leave!!

*Stuff stuff*

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*Onodera runs off*

Onodera (thinking): …. Gahh I’m exhausted!!! Who knew that there would be an accident on the last train… (If I had known, I would have taken a cab.)

My bag is so heavy!!

But… there really is too much stuff in my bag. I’ll clean it out a little…

Huh? Aren’t these Takano-san’s glasses?

Ah! Maybe I put it in my bag by mistake when we bumped into each other earlier?

(Waa.) Shoot! Better return these quickly.

page 3:

Onodera:…

*puts on*

Oh my goddd. *Dizzy dizzy*

These are strong!!!

Takano-san’s eyesight is pretty bad after all!

[I seem to remember that someone once said that glasses are a crucial part of a person’s appearance.]

[Takano-san’s…]

*BZZZT BZZT BZZT*

Onodera: !!??? *jolt*

Ah!! HELLO?!!

Takano: Sorry to call in the middle of the night. Were my glasses put in your bag by accident?

Onodera: (AH – ha-ha!)

Ah! Yes! I have them!!!

B-but, more to the point, Takano, you’re really blind, huh…

Takano: Huh? What? You wore my glasses?

Onodera: *JOLT* EH??! AH, NO!!! I definitely didn’t!!

Takano: Uh-huuuuuuuh.

Onodera: So I’m saying, I didn’t…!

The end.

Hatori and Onodera, end page comic:

Onodera: S-so! I’m thinking that there has to be some sort of pot in which I can supply the ingredients and it can make the dishes itself, and I just don’t know about it yet. If there really was this sort of thing, I really want one!

(That’s some miracle pot…)

Takano: Onodera, you should just stick with learning how to chop food…

Nakamura-sensei: This has been Nakamura Shungiku. Thank you so much for buying World’s Greatest first love, the case of Onodera Ritsu Volume 12!

If it helped you feel at least a little bit of happiness, that is my honor.

The story is still unfolding, so I hope that you can continue to follow it. Thank you in advance for all of your continued support! See you next time!

Volume 12 Special Edition Illustration Collection Extra:

https://www.manhuaren.com/m499892/

This is the extra included in the Special Illustration Book that was paired with the special edition of Volume 12. It’s the one that begins with Onodera in a loose-fitting shirt.

It takes place right after the amazing shower scene from chapter 24.

Page 1:

*loose fitting clothing*

As to how it got to this point…

First, being jumped by Takano-san (waaaa)

-->

Taking advantage of Takano-san falling asleep to try to head back home, but not finding any clothes … or underwear…

(Suddenly disappeared)

-->

Onodera: What?!

It seems that when I wasn’t paying attention, Takano-san took it upon himself to throw my stuff in the wash. (with a dryer cycle too!!)

--> But! I want to go home!!

Onodera: (thinking): Even though I knew that the clothes wouldn’t fit because of our different statures, it still really pisses me off.

(as a point of manly pride)

I know that wearing Takano-san’s clothes without his permission isn’t so good, but that’s because he threw MY clothes in the wash without asking me! He totally did that on purpose!!!

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Onodera (thinking): Even though I live next door, I can’t go like this back to my house… Maybe I should also borrow a pair of pants?

(So sorry for going through your closet without your permission.)

But…. Eh?

[No matter what, it’s not decent to wear someone else’s pants while going commando, right?

Ah, but, at this point, wouldn’t I also have to borrow his underwear?

Huh? What? I have to wear Takano-san’s underwear?]

Takano: If you want, you can have these.

Onodera: *Enraged*

I DON’T WANT THEM!!!

Takano: Oh, okay. Well then, you can either go back with your dick hanging out, or you can come back to bed with me – your call.

Onodera: WHY ARE THOSE THE ONLY OPTIONS??!!!

[24.5 the end]

#sekaiichi hatsukoi #sekaiichi hatsukoi spoilers #onodera ritsu #volume 11 and volume 12 #nakamura sensei extras #hope you enjoy

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When It’s Love: Chapt 2

Chapter 2!! I took a long time and I’m sorry for anyone who might have read the first post and wondered. I like to sleep, basically, oops.

Most of day found them walking along the beach. It was too cold to swim as Yuri had said, but the view was wonderful and the sounds the waves made lulled them into a sort of peace as they walked. At first they didn't talk much to each other. They'd dropped off their skates at the room and gotten some snacks, but it was very much in silence. It didn't change much as they walked and Otabek took in the sea.

To be able to just be comfortably silent with someone was a good thing. Otabek was very quiet with most everyone, but a lot of the time the other party would fill the air with their own voice. His buddies back home sure did it. They were louder than hell and often left his head throbbing. He'd much rather listen to music and and the sounds of a party he was DJing than their out of control mouths always talking tough and trying to be impressive.

Tiresome was more like it.

Yuri's quiet made him happy. So did watching his blonde hair in the breeze off the ocean, and looking at those determined eyes, lost in thought. Otabek was so happy to be with him there, for real, and not over video call. Already the first day was going by so fast. A couple of weeks still lay before them and he felt like it would slip by before he knew it.

"I like to come down here late at night," Yuri said suddenly. Otabek said nothing in response but looked at him, prompting him to speak again. "No one else is around. I mean...sometimes I take Makkachin out with me, if he's up and doesn't feel like being in the bed with the assholes. But other than that I come down here alone."

"What do you do when you're out here alone?"

"Think, throw shells, that's about it." Yuri shrugged. "It's my escape so I don't feel cooped up and go batshit."

Otabek raised an eyebrow. "Batshit?"

Yuri nodded. "We haven't been here in town long, I know, but sometimes it all feels like too much, like I'm going to need to scream or yell. I get frustrated even when I know I shouldn't."

"At what?"

"I don't really know. Sometimes I think too much and I feel really pissed off. I don't even have a lot to be mad about. I won gold, Viktor still choreographed my program, Grandpa's doing really good." He shrugged and pulled his black hoodie up to hide his head.

"Mmm." It made Otabek worry, but he wasn't going to say that. Such anger wasn't good for Yuri. But what could he really say when he didn't understand it? "I think too much sometimes too," he admitted, because he could identify with that to a point. "But I don't get mad."

"No?" Yuri looked at him.

He shook his head. "No. I get irritated, and then I kind of don't care. I drop the effort to care."

"Ah..."

Otabek frowned. "Sorry. I know it makes little sense. I keep most things and people at a distance because to actually care takes more energy than I have."

"No, it kind of makes sense," Yuri said. "I don't totally get it, but it does take a lot of energy to give a fuck. I know I get mad because I care about whatever, I care in a way that I end up angry. Um..."

Otabek shrugged. "That makes sense too." He got where Yuri was going, and was happy to hear him talk about himself openly. There were times Yuri was still a questionmark...and Otabek knew he himself was too. He didn't like to give too much away. He liked keeping himself locked in, away from others. Others induced anxiety and pains he'd rather not deal with.

"Okay. Cool."

"Haha."

"I like talking to you," Yuri said quietly, and he didn't look over. He looked down at the beach as he walked.

Otabek looked at the beach as well, watching shell after shell slope down into the wet sand. He'd spend all the time he could with just Yuri if it was possible. He'd walk that beach with him as long as he was permitted. "I like talking to you too."

When they returned in the evening after more walking and finally more conversation, Viktor invited them to dinner with Yuuri's parents. Yuri hesitated, but ended up saying no. He then thought to ask Otabek if that was okay and it was. Otabek wasn't entirely sure he felt like meeting Yuuri's family right at that moment, not until he felt more settled in and rested and had at least a little willpower to share his precious time with Yuri.

To the room they went with a request for Yuuri to bring up some dinner. One in the room Yuri went down to shorts again and grabbed his phone, sitting back on the bed. Otabek felt like that was the best option. All they'd done that day was skate a little and go for a longass walk, and it was still only early evening, but he felt tired. Travel lag had caught up with him more than he had realized.

He grabbed his laptop out of his bag and moved to his side of the bed with it, opening it up. Immediately Yuri looked over. "Watcha doin?"

"I have no idea. Just relaxing, maybe I'll check some blogs."

"We should watch a movie," Yuri suggested. "I mean there's a television in the living room, but this would be easier.

Otabek agreed. "Yea, if you want. You don't mind being cooped up in here with me?" he asked, knowing the answer but wanting to make sure.

"Why would I? I invited you here, so I want you around." He scooted over right next to Otabek, pressed against his side. "Let's find a movie. Something with action or..."

"Talking animals?" Otabek finished for him.

Yuri nodded. Otabek set about searching and found an animated movie about cats. He'd never seen it and it wasn't his style but Yuri's eyes had lit up so they selected it. It was a short adventure movie. It was okay. Otabek wouldn't have cared for it if he saw it alone. Seeing it alone would have meant Yuri wouldn't curl up against him again, letting his hair fall against Otabek's shoulder as he laughed at something on the screen. He made a few comments to point out inconsistencies in the film or factual errors. At one point Otabek gave him shit for being so relentless on a movie he seemed to otherwise enjoy.

He got a light kick in the leg.

When it ended Otabek inwardly panicked. What were they supposed to do next? The night before he had gotten in and fallen asleep almost right away. The day was filled with simple pleasures, but not they were in a 'lull' of time before either one would sleep again and he worried too much time to do nothing would make Yuri decide he didn't really want him around. The fear had hit him so suddenly that his mouth went dry as he watched the credits roll.

"Aaaah, that was good," Yuri said, stretching out next to him and sitting up straight. "We never got dinner, did we?"

"No. Maybe it's not ready yet?"

"Nah, it's definitely ready," Yuri said. He turned and climbed off the bed, doing another stretch that involved bending one leg up behind him. Otabek was always impressed by his flexibility. "I'll go get us food, and then we should take a bath."

"Uh..."

"In the onsen!" Yuri said quickly, his cheeks turning scarlet. "It's really comfortable. You'll love it!"

"OH!" Otabek laughed with great relief and then immediately felt bad about whatever message that probably conveyed. "Oh. It just came off so random."

"Yea," Yuri said as he relaxed and started to laugh too. "I guess that's not something that people just say to each other often."

"Not so much, no." Otabek stood up from the bed. "Actually the onsen sounds nice. I've used one before, but with my coach and it, er, wasn't relaxing." No, it wasn't, because the entire time he got what counted as a lecture about taking care of his body.

"You'll love this one. Sometimes Viktor still shows up naked but...then he gets in the water and just kind of zones out even if Yuuri is there. When he would flirt with Yuuri before he'd stand around a lot with his dick out. It was horrible," Yuri said, covering his eyes for a second and then laughing again.

Otabek shuddered. "You poor soul," he said with half real sympathy and half mocking.

"Don't, asshole." Yuri shook a finger at him. "I'm gonna get us food," he said, going out the door.

He returned with some noodle dishes that they wolfed down. Otabek hadn't realized how hungry he was and once again he was struck too by how good the food was. He knew that meant the next evening he'd have to join Yuuri's family for dinner. He couldn't scarf down their food without at least telling them how excellent it was.

Once they were finished up it was onsen time. Yuri led him to get an appropriate towel. He had grabbed soap and shampoo for both of them from his own things as well. Otabek wasn't picky about the products he used at that time. Yuri took him downstairs and they headed for a nice night soak. There were some guests about but securing a more private bath was easier, as Yuri led him to the space that Viktor and Yuuri tended to enjoy.

They stopped first to strip their clothes, which Otabek did easily. He didn't think it'd be anything at all for Yuri, who had been there before and certainly stripped in front of Yuuri and Viktor. Or he probably did anyway. But he noticed, Yuri hesiated. He looked at Otabek, eyes wide, and then turned away.

Otabek raised an eyebrow but still played it off as modesty. When Yuri was nude they sat down on the offered stools to quickly wash themselves. Otabek couldn't help but look at Yuri and laugh at the way he was covered in suds. "Clean enough?"

"Uh...yea...this happens sometimes."

Otabek took a brave step and reached to playfully shove at Yuri. His hand slid along his wet arm and he got a fist full of soap. "Weirdo."

"Yea yea shut up," Yuri said, growling and immediately going to rinse himself off.

Otabek shook his head. "You look like a damn sheep, not a tiger."

"Shut up!"

Once they had washed, Otabek wandered over to enter the hot water. He was supposed to use his towel for modesty but no one else was around and he didn't care if Yuri saw his ass. It was JUST his ass, after all. And maybe he hoped he would look.

"No modesty, huh? Are you trying to take after Viktor?"

Otabek looked over his shoulder to see Yuri, who had carefully covered himself up. "I don't see the point from the wash area to the bath."

"Mm. I guess that's true." Yuri entered the water right after him and the two found a nice spot to settle down right next to a statue and a few plants. "Oh man. This is the most relaxed I've been in here like...ever," he commented.

Otabek felt his entire body just settle into the water, a sense of comfort and peace completely washing over him. He'd been in there what, a minute? Already it was amazing. He sighed and sank down more. "Mmmm."

Yuri did the same as him. He seemed like perhaps he wanted to talk more. However, he didn't, he just stayed next to his friend and again pressed his side to him. They each had their towels on their heads and there was absolutely no barrier between them but that didnt stop Yuri from sitting ever closer with their hips and thighs pressed almost flush.

If that was the way it was, he had no desire to fight it. Otabek let himself lean against Yuri too. They sat in silence for a long time and Otabek felt he could fall asleep in there. He was starting to drift off when he felt a twitch beside him and a small sound.

While he had successfully fought off a nap, poor Yuri hadn't been so lucky. His face had drooped dangerously close to the water and his eyes were closed. His breathing was deep. He looked so vulnerable and sweet and Otabek hated to wake him up. He had to. Falling asleep in a hot pool of water was generally an awful idea even if the onsen was probably regularly checked.

He separated himelf from his friend and started to stand, then shifted to sit on the edge of the onsen. He put his hands on Yuri's shoulders and gently shook. "Hey, hey, wake up. Can't sleep in here, come on."

Slowly, Yuri came to. He made a small questioning noise and opened his eyes, lifting his head. He turned to the side and came face to crotch with Otabek, his eyes suddenly widening. Otabek silently cursed himself as his cheeks went red. He kind of hadn't thought any of that through. He hurriedly dropped the towel down to cover himself.

"S-sorry," Otabek managed.

Yuri stared at the towel and then lifted his eyes to Otabek. "Not the first time I've seen a dick in here," he mumbled and reached for Otabek. Once Otabek offered his hand, Yuri took it and hauled himself up, dropping his towel down as well. "I didn't know I was tired. We didn't do that much."

"We skated and took a long walk," Otabek replied as they started to make their way out. He wondered if the onsen should have been more of an 'experience', but he got hat he wanted from it - and then some. He was still embarrassed by having his junk right at Yuri's eye level.

Yuri shrugged. "That's not much. Really, it isn't. Maybe it was overexcitement."

"Overexcitement?"

The blonde didn't answer. He just escorted Otabek back to get dried off and dressed, at which point they were briefly nude around each other again. And Otabek couldn't help himself then, noticing Yuri's body a little. He especially noticed his legs. He attributed it to being a skater thing. Of course he would notice legs and ass! But he looked at his back and shoulders too. His skin was perfect, unmarred, and looked soft.

They changed into their night clothes again and went to the bedroom. Yuri looked even more exhausted and went right to the bed to flop down on his stomach. "Ugh."

"Still tired?" Otabek asked, approaching slowly. He gathered up his phone and sat on the bed.

"Mmmm. I was semi-tired last night, but too happy to sleep. I feel worn out tonight."

"Uh, are you okay?"

"Better than okay. But exhausted." He buried his face in his pillow.

Otabek thought for a moment before reaching over to place his hand on Yuri's back. He wanted to see if his friend tensed up; he didn't. Otabek began to lightly rub his back, feeling his hand slide smoothly over his predictably soft skin. He used light pressure on him, inching up a little to squeeze the back of his neck lightly. His fingers brushed Yuri's soft hair.

Intimacy, that's what it was. He wondered if it was okay. Would Yuri find it all too weird? Otabek once again found himself lost in his thoughts, which was frustrating. Was that going to be most of his trip? Was he just going to obsessively think about Yuri and how he was supposed to talk to and touch him at every turn and also wonder how Yuri would feel about it all? Then he would just be anxious the whole trip, which was exhausting. He just didn't know everything that he felt and what was okay.

His mind was a twisted puzzle and he had no idea how to start with the pieces. But he did know Yuri would help him place them, eventually.

As he thought that he heard a light snore trail up from the pillow. His wildcat was asleep again. Maybe his thoughts bothered him as well and that was why he was so tired...in a way, Otabek sure hoped so. He wanted to know Yuri was struggling with the same thoughts but maybe he had them figured out a bit more.

He needed guidance.

He rubbed his back a little more before laying down on his own, staring at the ceiling. At his own home, he could puzzle things out at his own pace and then escape, where he would go back to feeling anxious and impatient until their next call or round of texts. But still he could back off for a bit. There, in Yu-Topia, he couldn't, and perhaps he needed that push.

Otabek rolled on his side and watched Yuri for a few moments as he slept. He wished he would wake up so they could talk. Despite feeling tired before the bath he didn't feel sleepy. Morning couldn't come soon enough, and he regretfully accepted he had to try to nod off.

Sleep came for him eventually, after a night of confusing dreams. Yuri was in all of them, he was right there, but for whatever reason Otabek was afraid. He was afraid to talk to him, look at him, interact with him at all even though Yuri was persistent. The dreams bordered on nightmares. And what was perhaps most frustrating was that he was aware each dream was in fact just that, a DREAM. Still he was powerless in his sleep.

So, when Otabek found himself being poked awake, he didn't fight it for even a second. His eyes flew open to reveal Yuri leaning over him, poking his face like an impatient feline. "Hey, you slept for a while, get the fuck up," Yuri told him.

"Eh?" was the groggy response Otabek gave him.

"I've been up for a bit now. Already had to deal with Viktor. He brought us tea and wants us to go out shopping with them soon."

Otabek looked past Yuri to the table where two small cups sat waiting for them. Good, he could use some tea. But shopping? "Do we have to go?"

"Not really, but..." Yuri sat up, getting to his knees on the bed. "I want to get you something."

"Huh? Why?" Otabek asked, pulling himself up.

"Because this place has awesome fashion, and you should wear some of it. I love your leather jacket but let's get you a cool shirt or some less plain fingerless gloves."

"I like plain," Otabek whined. It was true! He liked some patterns sometimes, but he didn't like to dress too outlandishly.

Yuri rolled his eyes. "I know. Let me get you something anyway. Won't you want a souvenir?"

"Well sure but you don't have to..." He wasn't going to regularly wear anything Yuri got him even if he felt guilty about it. Those sort of patterns weren't really him even if they looked adorable on Yuri. Too adorable.

As he thought that, a hand closed around his wrist and Yuri was hauling him off the bed. "Don't start that. I want to get you something, so when you leave you have something from this trip..." He let go of his wrist once Otabek had accompanied him to the table, picking up his cup. "I mean unless..."

Otabek picked up his own cup, sighing and shaking his head because he knew exactly where that statement was about to go. "I'm gonna want to remember the trip. Why would you think otherwise?"

Yuri shrugged silently and worked on his tea. His cheeks were slightly pink.

"Yuri...?" Otabek turned his head, concern growing in his chest. He couldn't understand why Yuri would suddenly wonder if he wanted to remember the trip. There was no reason for the mood to take a dip the way it did. Yuri was confident and pushed for what he wanted, he didn't suddenly get sad over an idea.

At that moment there was a knock on the door and then it swung open. Viktor stood there, looking dressed for the day in his super nice jeans and a purple and white striped shirt. "Hey, you two almost ready? I - Oooh." His gaze found Otabek. "You JUST got out of bed, didn't you?"

"Yes," Otabek said, looking at Viktor briefly before his gaze returned to Yuri. "I won't take long to get ready."

"Mmm well Yuuri and I are ready now. Tell you what, how about we all meet up in town? Yuri, you know your way around, right?" Viktor asked, directing his attention to the blonde.

Yuri looked up slowly from his tea, blinking at Viktor. The pink faded and his eyes narrowed. "Yes. Of course! I found my way here in the first place without anyone's guidance, or did you forget?"

"Don't make fun of my memory," Viktor pouted.

With a shrug Yuri sipped from his cup before replying. "We'll be fine. I'll take him to a bakery and then we'll find you."

"Oooh, breakfast date!" Viktor did a little hop and clapped his hands together briefly.

Otabek nearly dropped his cup. "Uh what?"

"Stop being such a big dumb gay, Viktor." Yuri nearly slammed down his teacup and stomped over to Viktor, kicking his leg. "Get the hell out and just let us get ready!" Then he shoved him.

With a shout of surprise Viktor started backing off. "Ah! Stop kicking me! Why do you always kick? Ah!" Viktor scrambled backwards out of the room and Otabek couldn't help feel amused at the way he almost fell over.

When he was gone, Yuri slammed the door shut, which Otabek wasn't sure was a good idea with the way those things were constructed. He didn't really know, though. Yuri paused against the door, and then turned around. He was pink again. "Sorry about him."

Even if he was groggy, still confused about Yuri's reaction before, and just totally thrown off, Otabek couldn't help a snort of laughter. He shook his head. "No, no it's okay. That was...fun to watch."

"Me kicking out Viktor?"

Otabek took a sip of his tea finally. It was really good. "Yea. That was great. It's kinda nice to see someone knock him down once in a while," he admitted.

Yuri looked at him and his gaze held...something else. Something he hadn't seen before. It was loaded with admiration and affection. He was taken totally by surprise. After a few seconds Yuri finally spoke. "We really were meant to be best friends."

Their breakfast date was wonderful, honestly. And it was kind of a date. Otabek just accepted it and tried not to feel nervous. Yuri had brought him down the street from the onsen to a little bakery that didn't have great signage and he would have just walked right by if he hadn't been escorted inside. It was quaint. Old.

The cakes and cupcakes looked wonderful and tasty, and some things had already sold out for the day because it was late in the morning. As it clearly had very little staff, that meant certain things would not be replaced.

Regardless, there was plenty for the two to pick from. They each opted for a couple of cream buns, Otabek choosing the strawberry and red bean. He thought it might taste pretty strange but it was delicious and he finished the first one within moments of them seating themselves at a very small table.

He sat across from Yuri, looking around at all the cat decor in the place. Of course his friend had chosen that bakery. His friend who had crumbs all over his face as he worked on his sweet cream cheese bun and had his hand on something else that looked flaky and chocolate. Otabek just sort of paused and watched him, a big smile on his face that was only for Yuri. He was awful cute, going to town on that bun like that.

Yuri took a big bite and chewed, suddenly looking up at Otabek. "Whaf youf smiling thfor?" he asked, mouth full of bun.

"You. You're making a damned mess," Otabek replied. "You're talking with your mouth crammed full too," he said, and took a bite of his own bun.

Yuri shrugged, chewed, and swallowed. "Some manners are overrated. I didn't show you all the food in my mouth, so it's fine. Besides, you can't talk!"

Since his mouth was full of bun, Otabek decided not to be a hypocrite and waited until he swallowed to react. "Eh?"

To his surprise, Yuri leaned forward and smeared his thumb over the corner of Otabek's mouth. "Strawberry," he said so casually and when he brought his red thumb back he stuck it in his own mouth and tasted it. "Yum!"

Wasn't that kind of a weird thing for his friend to do? Otabek wasn't sure. Maybe it was some foreign custom Yuri had picked up in his travels. "Ah, thanks."

"Yea, yea. That was good, maybe I should get one..."

"You haven't even started on your chocolate one! Can you really eat another pastry?"

Yuri rolled his eyes. "Of course. I can eat a lot, try me. And unlike the pig, I'm not going to become a fatty because I know how to exercise."

"I can't even imagine you with weight," Otabek admitted. Yuri was kind of tiny, though he wasn't finished growing even at sixteen. "I don't care, get one if you want."

"I just might! But, I'll eat the chocolate one first." He finished off the first bun and reached for the chocolate one. "It's nice to be here with someone," he said, studying the chocolate thing. "I ussually come alone. If Viktor and Yuuri don't know about this place, I am definitely not going to show them. I wouldn't show this to most people."

So, he wasn't most people. Otabek nodded quietly while on the inside he felt warm, happy. "I see."

"For one, it's quiet here." That was true. There were other people but there was a mutual quiet, as if people understood that was not the place to go and have loud conversations. "They're loud sometimes. You're not. You appreciate things they don't...you seem to understand things better, take them in more. I like that."

"I...oh." His cheeks were reddening at the sudden compliments. They had derailed from the topic of the bakery, hadn't they?

Yuri took a bite from his chocolate thing and appeared to think for a minute. "You keep me pretty calm. Usually focusing on training and learning will do that if I'm not pushed the wrong way. Or, you know, being around my grandpa." He gave a happy little smile. "It's hard to find anyone I feel comfortable around. I have to work myself up to actually tolerating people, most of the time. I mostly like my cats."

Well, there was one thing he could comment on. "It's hard to tolerate most people, yea..." He still didn't know what to say to everything else. He knew he should say something when Yuri was telling him so many lovely things. What and how though?

Luckily for him, Yuri kept going during a rare time of complete rambling. "I dunno how you tolerate me. You came to me in the beginning anyway and I'm pretty sure I never said anything nice to you before."

"I can't remember you saying much of anything at all to me."

"Yea um..." Yuri looked away, a guilty expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

Otabek tilted his head. "Why? I don't care. You didn't say anything and then I still wanted to be friends with you. Who cares. It worked out."

"Still..." Yuri kept looking away. "I wish I had gotten to know you sooner. It would have made Viktor's aband...uh...abandonment less lonely. That and my training, travels to these events...watching him grow closer to the pig..."

"While you had no one."

"Mmm..." He looked back at Otabek, his gaze troubled. "I didn't -I wasn't looking for anyone to depend on, I really wasn't. I had goals in mind and they were in the world of skating, they weren't about people. But I did feel...weird, when Viktor left. Even weirder seeing photos of everyone hanging out together and all that. I didn't fit in with a lot of the others..."

"I fit in even less than you." Otabek shrugged. He knew it. He wasn't really in the top social circle of the skaters until he became friends with Yuri, and even then he kind of felt like he was viewed as an extra wheel. That was until he was invited to Japan with Yuri. Then he felt a sense of belonging that he'd never known he was seeking.

It was funny to think they actually felt the same way. Neither of them knew they needed the other until they were friends. Yes, Otabek had sought him out, but he didn't think it was because he needed him. He wanted to make a connection with him because...

...He couldn't even begin to explain it fully, actually.

"Not that I cared about fitting in," Otabek said after pausing with his thoughts. Yuri had seemed to understand, not interrupting the whole time. "I think everyone thought I hated everybody. I didn't care one way or another. "

Yuri laughed. "I know. I think I knew that then, too. Thanks for giving a little more of a shit about me, though."

That was one way to put it. Otabek laughed too. "Course. I'll always be so, so happy I did." He turned redder, as did Yuri. He felt he ought to say more, especially when so much had spilled from Yuri's lips. It wasn't expected of him, though, and...

The moment was passing.

"Bleh, I don't have room for all this," Yuri said and pushed his pastry away. "So, let's find the other two and go shopping. You ready?"

"For them? I don't know...shopping? Yes! I know where we're going to go!" Yuri stood up quickly from his chair and put out his hand. "You ready?"

"I'm still eating my bun!"

"Eat it on the way! Come on..." Yuri was suddenly very impatient.

Perhaps he felt he said too much. Otabek could get that, and he wasn't going to make him feel uncomfortable. "Fine. Let's shop," he said, and laughed again when Yuri took his hand tightly and pulled him up from his seat.

They strolled out of the bakery hand in hand, neither of them making a move to let go.

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