cetoddle-archive ¡ 1 year ago
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okay. no longer high off my ass from anesthesia but i am very tired
#they gave me a bunch of pain killers#just took some so hopefully they help#man#i do not remember that surgery at all#i remember the dr putting the iv in and saying okay you’re gonna feel really good in about ten seconds and i was like 10 seconds ??#and he said you’ll see wink. and then i remember thinking oh wow this does work that fast. and the nurse was saying something to me#and then i remember her helping me into the car#i do NOT remember the procedure at all holy shit#i think i mostly just cried the whole way home. not even about anything in particular i was just crying#and i could not get out of the car and my f*ther had to carry me up the front steps 💀#i literally couldn’t do it#and i sat in bed and then my mom took over#and before i got settled in i had to pee so she had to help me but i insisted i could do it myself#immediately wiped out and fell on the floor#so she had to help me 💀#and i couldn’t sit up on my own it was a real chaos show#then she went to pick up my meds and i kinda just stared at the wall for a while#which was about when the anesthesia started to wear off#im okay now#annoyed with all the blood in my mouth and super tired#but i feel okay#the dr and the nurses were so sweet it rlly made me feel better#they asked me what i was scared of for the procedure so i was honest and said i was scared i’d throw up and asphyxiate and die#and they were just like oh okay D: most people are scared of all the bleeding afterwards ..#and the dr was rlly excited when he put the iv in cause i have good veins#he said ‘oh thank you for bringing me this’#i’ve never had an iv before it didn’t rlly hurt ! idk how i’m gonna get this medical tape off now but !#so everyone was right it really wasn’t that bad at all#once i’ve got all this bleeding under control it’s mostly just pain management and keeping my wounds cleaned#i’m so proud of myself i did my very first surgery!! and i was so brave !!
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lesbianstarlightglimmer ¡ 2 years ago
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#meows#h. today was a bit stressful#my grandparents have finally decided they cant host holidays anymore bc theyre too old (now if only theyd use that mindset#for when my uncle asks them to babysit ie raise his kids)#but that means it gets put on us SO we had both sets of grandparents and my moms sister her daughter (my cousin)#and said cousin's bf. and like hes nice from what i see but i do NOT do well w new people especially those making immediate convo#and im sure i look like a jerk bc i had trouble making eye contact but it had nothing to do w him i just could not#plus it got reaaally awkward bc iiiim starting to think the grandparents dont like each other??#cant fully blame them my moms mom can be a bit much and my f*thers dad just says some random shit and i never know#what hes trying to get out. example being the night before we went over like we always do on xmas eve#and he questioned why i didnt go into art for a career like do animation and then said ''well i figured that they#[some confusing thing about math and lines and equations to idk animate ig???]#hes also super cheap whereas my gma is not at all#and a bunch of other stuff point is i sat at ''the kids table'' bc i figured there were just enough seats for my aunt and her husband#who decided to show (only to spew conservative bullshit outta nowhere) my mom and both sets of grandparents#but then my moms parents sit with me and my cousin and her bf??? like uhh. then my f*thers dad tried to make an escape#but his car was blocked in by the others lmaoo#and in her usual fashion my moms mom stayed A WHILE and so we had people over for nearly 4 hours which is well past my time#and during her extended stay i went to get a sip from my drink only to find it gone and i had a semi...??? idk what to call it#shutdown maybe? idk by that point i was DONE masking i wanted them OUT i wanted to pass out in the dark in my BED#idk this christmas has seemed overly stressful for no good reason#also ig my moms trying to hint for me to cook bc she got my fucking like 3 cookbooks (tho one of which was more sentimental#bc it was her writing down recipes for food she makes that i like like cereal cookies and meatballs)#(hers is onion soup mix w rice and ground beef rolled together into a ball w tomato sauce on it. usually served w mashed potatoes)#and then a ton of sleep shirts bc she misunderstood me. im not low on them even tho i got rid of a few old old ones#i just dont always bring enough here. but she takes some small thing and runs w it so no surprise there ig lmao#lil sad there was only a couple of things on my list i got and the rest was stuff she decided i needed (and didnt really#but ig its the thought that counts...? however much thought you wanna count it as ig lol)
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garbinge ¡ 2 years ago
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Riding With Angels
Jax Teller x F!Reader
Request by: @justreblogginfics​ Scenario #1 Decorating the tree Dialogue #4: "I know we said no presents this year but..."
A/N: Okay so I’m either 2 months late for a holiday fic OR 10 months early... you decide lol. If you know me, you know I can’t write anything without making it angsty. This can be read as a standalone but is meant to be a continuation of Home. Thank you for submitting this... I had a really great time brainstorming this up and writing it!!!
Word Count: 4.1k words
Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, angst, mentions of death, car/motorcycle accidents. Canon-level angst. 
SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc (happy to add anyone to any future SOA fics!)
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The atmosphere had everything going for it to be the perfect holiday evening. There was Christmas music playing lightly in the background, the kids and you had baked cookies and attempted to make gingerbread houses during the day. You had started to hang up some string lights throughout the windows in the house, but currently you were staring at the tree. Abel was dancing around the fake pine roping tinsel around it as Thomas was picking through the storage bin of Christmas items with likely no thoughts but what would taste good. It was a picture perfect moment, but you couldn’t help but miss Jax. You hoped the kids didn’t feel the absence of their father as much as you did but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. A little hand tugged at your shirt, the motion caused you to shake yourself from your thoughts and look down at Abel. 
“When’s daddy coming home?” 
The question left a weight on you. Your eyes moved over to the clock that sat above the entryway table. 8:17PM. It was technically still early, you thought, even though you knew you were kidding yourself. You always found yourself in this position, waiting on Jax. You were brought back to reality when the doorbell rang. 
“Daddy will hopefully be home soon, baby.” You picked him up to offer a little bit of comfort to the kid before making your way to the door. 
“Is that him?” Abel said as the doorknob turned. Gemma appeared through the door with her keys in hand. “Grandma!” he called out and wiggled out of your grip. 
Gemma hugged the boy as he collided with her while you went to grab Thomas to say hello. 
“Sorry to drop by unexpectedly,” Gemma said as she made her way to the living room. 
“Are you?” You subtly snapped. 
Gemma looked at you with annoyance and a little shock in her eyes. It wasn’t like you to act like that, while you had your opinions on Gemma, especially after reading John Teller’s manuscript, you never showed your cards to her. It honestly had nothing to do with being scared of her, which is what Gemma probably thought, it had to do with the kids, with Jax, the family you built together and the plans you and Jax had for the future, not showing your true thoughts and feelings was for that reason only. And even with all of that in mind, you did love the woman, just not her choices in life. But at this moment, you were taking out your anger on Jax and the club on Gemma. 
You quickly responded “I’m sorry, I’m in a mood.” 
“Rare for you.” The statement usually would have been sarcastic out of the older woman’s mouth but she meant it, because you always were able to put on a face. Before you could continue to talk, Abel was dragging both you and Gemma into the living room begging for you to help with the tree decorating. 
Your eyes were focused on the dish in front of you. It was sparkling clean but you were scrubbing furiously as a way to get your frustration out. The kids were in the living room still with Gemma, you weren’t sure if they were still decorating the tree or had moved on to something else, but as long as Gemma had them under her supervision, your mind couldn’t bring itself to focus on that. You took the opportunity to be by yourself and be upset, you didn’t like showing that to the kids, between that and everything with Gemma you felt like there were rare and few times in between that you could be your true self. If anything, Jax was really the only person you were your true self with and with him being MIA more often than not these days made you feel like you were losing a part of yourself. Which is why you were taking it out on the dishes. You hated the fact you were losing yourself over a boy. And yes, you understood it was deeper than that. It wasn’t just a boy. It was your family. But nothing took the sting of that away. 
“Looks pretty clean to me.” Gemma’s voice sounded from behind you.
You took a large sigh and looked back at her over your shoulder. “Where are the kids?”
“Playing in the living room, Abel wanted to wait till Jax came home to finish the tree.” Gemma said, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed. 
You mumbled under your breath, something that Gemma didn’t hear but she definitely understood what was happening.
“You gonna keep sulking or tell me what’s on that pretty lil mind of yours.”
You kept your mouth shut and moved back to a different dish in the sink, you weren’t going to entertain her on this because she wasn’t approaching the situation from a place with care, she was being nosy. 
“You know that ring on your finger doesn’t change anything.” 
And apparently now she was being mean. You stopped dead in your tracks, your eyes moved down to your left hand where the silver engagement band glistened under the running water. 
“It’s the same Jax. Same club. Same ways of working. There’s gonna be late nights, sweetheart, that’s why you’re here, for the kids, for the house, you keep the foundation solid and they bring the money home for you to keep things solid. The ring doesn’t change that, if anything it makes it more prevalent.”
Boiling. Your blood was boiling. Now your thoughts of losing yourself were being taunted by the thought of being just a housewife, just someone’s old lady. 
Gemma might have been right in her time, even if the irony of the fact that she had never been one to sit on the sidelines, she might as well be patched with the sway she had on the men in the club, Jax included. 
“You realize you’re lecturing me because I’m upset Jax wasn’t here to decorate the tree with his kids.”  You turned to her, you started out the night giving her attitude and you weren’t going to stop now. “You talk about keeping this solid,” you waved your hands around the room, “how do I do that when my kids are asking about Jax all day long?”
“Your kids?” Gemma smiled.
You turned around again back to facing the sink and shook your head. “Why do you start these conversations when you just want to argue, your goal in this is to just come out on top. Those ARE my kids, Gemma. I feed them, I spend my days with them, my nights with them, I placed them in the best schools, best daycares, they call me mom for fucks sake.”
Gemma walked over to you, in a Teller attempt to apologize and clarify herself. 
“Those ARE your kids.” She said, “It’s just shocking to hear you say it.” 
“Shocking?” you turned realizing now, how close she was to you. 
“You’re very hard to read, you know.” She cocked an eyebrow up. 
That made you laugh, “I know what you’re saying, about keeping things solid, but you out of all people should know that it's different when they’re at the position they’re in. I’m not just a Son’s old lady. I’m the VPs old lady. I’m Jax Teller’s old lady.” 
“You aren’t just marrying the man, baby. You’re marrying the club.” 
Those words weighed heavy on you. You weren’t marrying the club. You and Jax had long conversations about leaving the club which is why you were feeling how you felt. Everything felt backwards, he was spending long nights doing club things, it seemed like he was getting deeper in the club when he was promising you that he was getting out. But in Gemma’s eyes that was fact so you quickly flipped a switch. 
“You’re right, sorry Gem. Just the holidays and stuff make it harder, you know.” You shrugged and dried your hands off. 
“C’mon, let’s get back to the boys.” Gemma tried to move past this whole conversation like nothing happened. 
“I’m gonna make myself a cup of coffee, I’ll meet you there in a minute.” You said with the best smile you could. 
You made your way to the kitchen table with your cup of coffee. Slamming your head against the table seemed like a viable option right now, but instead you opted to rub your temples. 
The door opened, causing your head to jerk up to see who it was. Even though there was only one person left who it could be, it was still surprising to see Jax at the door. Opie was behind him, both of them looking like they had the longest night of their life. Abel’s voice filled the entire house as he screamed in joy. 
“DADDY!!!!” His little feet making quick stomping noises as they darted toward his father. 
A smile grew on Jax’s face immediately, he bent down to catch Abel in his arms. At this point, Jax was already past the opening in the entryway that led to the kitchen, leaving you unnoticed in the kitchen. 
“Someone was waiting for you to come home so you could decorate the tree.” Gemma’s voice was low but you heard it. Your anger boiled in your throat again, that wasn’t for Gemma to tell, that was for you to tell, but you didn’t even get greeted in your own home yet so what did you honestly expect. 
Opie looked into the kitchen, his eyes taking in the scene of you. Clocking your frustration straight away, he called to Jax and nodded his head into the kitchen. Jax’s head peaked in and his expression dropped seeing you at the table. With a deep sigh, he entered the kitchen. 
“You want a cup of coffee?” Your feet were pushing up from your seat and making their way to the coffee machine before you could think, you knew that one hug from Jax and you’d be pushed over yet again. 
“I wanted to say hello to my wife.” You could hear how he was trying to work you in the tone of his voice. 
“Fiancé.” You corrected him and handed him a mug. 
His eyebrows raised, and a smirk played on his face. “I stand corrected.” A hand moved up in surrender while the other one gripped the coffee mug. 
You could hear Gemma and the boys playing together and Opie’s voice with them too. Now that was rare. Opie barely played with his own kids let alone Jax’s, which got you going down the rabbit hole of what that meant and how if Jax’s best friend could so easily dive back into the club after being so against it, was that what was happening with Jax. 
“What’s going on with you?” He asked genuinely. 
“What’s not going on, Jax? It’s fucking Christmas time and you’re barely home,” you paused to whisper your next sentence, “you told me you were done with this shit and now you’re deeper in than ever and you’re pushing me out, I don’t know anything that’s happening.” 
Jax understood your pain, but he wasn’t going to subject you to the club dramatics, he knew what he had to do to get out and he was doing it, despite what it might have looked like. 
“I’m sticking to our plan” His voice was firm. 
You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Our plan.” You laughed like that actually meant something. 
“Darlin’.” He was getting annoyed but trying to meet you halfway or somewhere.
“No, Jax. This isn’t something you can just sweet talk your way out of. This is our fucking life.” 
“Do you trust me?” He said, stepping towards you. 
“Less and less everyday.” You said truthfully and it pained his heart but he did understand. “But, yes. I do.” 
Jax peered into the living room, seeing Gemma in deep conversation with Opie. 
“You out of all people should know why I can’t just leave, why I have to leave everything in a good place. This was the last thing my dad had. I didn’t get a house or some real estate investment when he died,  this is what he left me. The club was his and I can’t just let it die because I want out.”
There was so much to argue with what he said, you read that manuscript and even though JT had blueprinted a way for the club to earn legit, you also knew that he ended it wanting to burn it all down. Jax believed that was just a desperate man angry at the world who knew he was on borrowed time, but you knew it was the writing of a man who had exhausted every option. The only reason you didn’t have it in you to say that to Jax was because you got it. This was what bonded you two. This was how you met and got to talking all those years ago…bonding over dead fathers and the irony of how they both had gone from motorcycle accidents. That day you met in the Harley shop, you both stood in the plaque aisle getting something to honor them. The very thing that glued you two together was the very thing tearing you apart.
You understood the pain of trying to live in their honor, do things to carry out their legacy. In fact, it was probably why you were so eager to get out of this horror of a town. But the same very thing is what was keeping Jax here. 
“I know I didn’t know JT, but, I can’t imagine he’d want you drowning, Jax. Exhausting your options is exactly what he did, there becomes a point where you have to recognize that before you end up like both of our fathers...” 
“Riding with Angels.” He finished your sentence looking at the two plaques that had brought you two together that hung in the kitchen. “That’s not gonna happen. Please, that’s why Opie’s here, I briefed him on everything tonight, I’m gonna give him JT’s book and just it’s gonna be fine, I need you to believe that.” Jax was begging you. 
Looking into his eyes, you saw he needed that faith. You thought back to what Gemma had said, that you need to be solid, be the foundation and keep things stable at home. Hating to admit it, but she was right. Even though she had no clue what was truly happening, she was right. And you hated that. 
But there was nothing you could do, and that’s what you hated even more. 
Feeling defeated, you stepped towards him, letting your hand raise and sit on the left side of his kutte, your fingers lightly swiping over the redwood original patch. Slowly your hand moved down to  grip his arm that was holding the coffee mug, your gaze moved up to his eyes, blue as ever, you wished you could get lost in them like you used to, before looking into Jax’s eyes felt like euphoria, it felt like young and wild passion, but lately it felt like you were drowning, looking into them was like a high tide pulling you back in deeper and deeper each time until you were drowning. And they did, because as you looked into them, you gave up and let the waves of baby blue take you in. “Tell your mom to go home, give Opie the manuscript, and decorate the tree with me and the kids.” You demanded those three things, if you were going to give him another chance you at least needed to feel like you were in charge. “I’ll be in the bedroom, waiting, I can’t look at either of them right now.” 
Truthfully, you would have said that about anyone associated with the club. You felt defeated, broken, and like you had lost the biggest game of tug o war. Realizing the club took priority over you was a reality that slapped you across the face every time and looking at Gemma and Opie was just pouring salt into that wound.
He tried to smile down at you, trying to offer compassion even though truthfully he was glad that a fight didn’t escalate and he had the opportunity to show you he had everything under control.
You escaped to the bedroom, not even glancing up to Opie and Gemma as you walked down the hallway, their eyes were burning into you but still you didn’t even look through your peripheral vision. 
As you stood in your shared bedroom, part you thought to pack your shit up and leave, you could go through the window, take only what you needed and just leave it all behind. You stared at the open closet where your suitcase sat, it was covered by Jax’s duffel, the irony behind it all. Before you could have a thought more, you felt a tug at your pants. As you looked down into the little eyes that were staring back up at you, every thought of leaving escaped you. There was a slight giggle out of his mouth as he tucked his head into you. A pang of guilt hit you for a moment, that you even thought about leaving. If Jax’s eyes were the high tide drowning you, Abel’s were the breath of fresh air to save you. 
“Daddy says to come out to the tree.” The boy hid his face again with a giggle.
“Oh, really? Are we going to finish decorating it all together?” You asked bending down to his level. 
“He said Santa gave him something to give to you.” 
“Santa, huh? I can’t believe daddy knows Santa!” You teased the boy, he laughed and pulled your arm because he seemed eager to see what it was. “Come on, let’s go.” You said picking him up and walking out to the living room. 
Jax had been placing ornaments on the tree with Thomas who was trying to pull them off. 
“I hear Santa gave you a gift for me.” Your voice had changed, it wasn’t as lively as it was when you talked with Abel but it also wasn’t as rigid as when you were talking to Jax. Somewhere in the middle of that was where you were now. 
Jax smiled, and bent down to grab a black bag that was under the tree. "I know we said no presents this year but...Santa doesn’t listen.” Jax smirked as he handed the package over to you. “Santa also didn’t have time to wrap it.” He smiled, his grin was shit eating and if he didn’t have Thomas in his arms you would have pushed him back slightly but you just shook your head and took the black bag in your free hand, the one that didn’t have Abel. 
It was a pretty big package, decently heavy. You placed Abel down, he started decorating the tree, handing ornaments up to Jax and Thomas as you stared at the bag. 
“You gonna open it or what?” Jax asked, still grinning. 
“Open it! Open it!” Abel jumped up and down. 
With a deep sigh you grabbed what was inside the black bag to find another bag around whatever the item was. This bag however, was clear with the words ‘EVIDENCE’ printed across it. There was some writing on the white printed square on the front of the bag. A frown filled your face, a fucking evidence bag? What was Jax thinking? Your eyes scanned over the bag reading the red marker notes. 
April 28th, 1994 Highway 99 Marker 78 TOD: 11:37
This was all the information of when your father died, your heart started beating faster as you started to come to terms with what this was. Your hand opened the evidence bag and met the fabric from inside. The feeling of the worn leather and patches felt like the cure you needed. It sent something over your entire body. Just when you thought that nothing could beat this feeling, you took it out of the bag. The smell of your father’s cologne was still faint on the fabric but strong as it hit your nose. The tears built up as you let the evidence bag fall to the ground and the leather jacket fully drop open. The brown leather was so worn, it had seen a lot over the years of your father wearing it, many highways, many states. The patches each had a story of their own. Most of them coming from the different states he had traveled to, Nevada, Texas, Arizona and more. Some to honor his time in the military and service to the county. Some just for decoration, a skeleton’s middle finger, a bear with it’s teeth showing, a compass. Then your hand passed over the patch you gifted him when you were a kid. #1 Dad. It was worn, more worn than you had remembered, but that’s when you saw the scuff from the accident. It had ended where the #1 Dad patch was, expanding across a large amount of other ones, making them have loose stitching where the leather was scratched. The pavement probably ripping the threads from them off as he slid against it from the accident. It offered you a bit of closure, seeing how it all happened. You had begged the police department for more information besides a crash, the report you saw didn’t even have an officer sketch of the accident and since foul play was a potential factor, they had kept all the evidence. You gave up years ago trying to get the evidence from lockup, but somehow it was sitting in your hands right now. 
Looking up from jacket, your eyes blurry from tears, you stared at Jax. 
“How?” It was the only word you could get out of your mouth. 
Jax placed Thomas on the ground to crawl around, and turned up the Christmas music so it would be harder for them to hear what he was gonna say. 
“Unser owed me one. He was able to pull a few strings at the Stockton State Trooper station. That’s why I was home late tonight, Ope and I went to pick it up and got stuck in traffic on the 99, construction shit.” 
You were in awe. After everything you tried, after all these years, you had his jacket in your hand, you had closure in your heart, something that almost felt unreal. 
“Unser has the police report, the real one. Figured you’d want the choice to look at it,” he started to explain, “that and it wasn’t up for civilian grabs.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Thought the jacket would be more of a heartwarming gift. There’s something in the inside pocket, too. Pictures. I didn’t look through them, I just wanted to make sure it was really it, based on what you’ve told me.” 
“Jax–I,” you had no words, you brought your hands up to wipe the tears from your eyes. 
“Why is mommy crying?” Abel said trying to raise his voice over the music. 
“Santa got me a really good gift, Abel.” You said looking directly into Jax’s eyes. “Something she’d been asking for for a long long time.” 
“Does that mean Santa is going to get me a skateboard this year?” Abel asked excitedly. 
You and Jax both let out a laugh, yours was cutting through the tears. “Thank you. So much.” You mouthed to him, it was all you could offer up with how much emotion you were feeling. 
Jax just shook his head with a nod, like it was nothing, a simple favor but he knew how much it meant to you.
“Come on, let’s finish decorating this tree.” Jax’s voice got higher as he spoke to the kids, picking Abel up to get the candy cane ornament near the top of the tree.
After placing the jacket safely on the couch for now, you picked Thomas up, so the 4 of you could all be at eye level. You looked over at Jax who was laughing about something with Abel. The music had changed, one of your favorite Christmas songs playing in the background. As the latest laugh left Jax’s mouth, his eye caught yours and he looked at you. Like really looked at you.
The blue eyes you were staring at weren’t trying to drown you in that moment anymore, they had a tint of hope and glimmer in them. You didn’t feel like the tide was trying to bring you in, you felt like maybe they were saving you. So for what you told yourself would be the last time, you forgave Jax, and more importantly you believed Jax. Because he had proven to do the impossible tonight for you, he must have been able to do it again for your family. Right?
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rreskk ¡ 2 years ago
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TW: Mentions of drugs Summary: A failed attempt of stealing led to you meeting a psychopath who gains an interest in you.
You raced out of the city in a rush to avoid the Los Santos police that caught you attempting to steal from a wealthy celebrity (name unknown). While you panted and stumbled through bushes, there was a red truck in sight that was awfully parked outside of a bar. It looked damaged but fast enough to escape this place.
“Bingo,” You whispered darkly, tiptoeing towards the vehicle and jumped in by the trunk in the back.
The keys was still in the ignition and you sceptically studied your surroundings. No one was around.
That brought your attention to the bar. It was dead quiet.
“What the fuck is going on?” You questioned yourself, growing paranoid that you can’t hear the police sirens anymore. You could only hear your heartbeat.
Slowly turning the keys to wake up the engine, you felt something being dropped and thrown into the trunk. You swiftly turned around, eyes growing wide when an unconscious body was lying there, bloodied and dead.
“What the f-“
“Well, well, well!” An unfamiliar voice interrupted you.
A man was crouched beside the car, patting his knees and hands after handling the body. He gave you a dangerous smirk.
“How did I not see you around, huh?”
You stuttered and went to start the car but he busted out laughing when you failed. A sudden spurt of anger forced its way out of your mouth.
“What the fuck is a dead man doing here?” You panicked.
He snickered at you in return. “No, no. What the fuck are you doing in MY car?”
You never felt so embarrassed in your life.
“I need to get outta here.” You gulped, watching his face change emotion every second.
“Yeah? In MY car?” He sassily conversated.
Your hands hovered above the wheel, showing him you were guilty.
The man rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I don’t have the time to deal with your stupidity.” He jumped into the seat beside you and gave you a mocking look, “Well? Chop chop, sugar. I’ll have the pigs up my ass soon enough.”
You were astounded. This man is trusting you to drive out into the middle of nowhere with a random dead guy in the trunk. Managing to start the engine, you pulled out of the carpark and glanced towards him.
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere quiet that is at least 20 minutes out.” He responded.
His hands fiddled with something in his pocket, pulling out a loaded gun as he playfully spun it in his hands. You shook your head and kicked him with your thigh.
“Don’t do that. You are gonna end up killing me!”
He smirked. “That would leave no witnesses for me. If I kill you, then that is another body in the trunk. No biggie.”
This guy is crazy. You were driving a crazy person out into the unknown. What the fuck are you doing?
“Never caught your name, thief.” He soon said, elbow leaning against yours as he stares into your occupied eyes that focussed on the road ahead.
“Y/N.”
The man hummed. “You have potential, Y/N. You just need a bit more spunk in you.”
You quickly gave him a disgusted look. “I didn’t mean to steal your truck. I got in some trouble and had to escape.”
“Ahh, the good old days. I remember them times.” He laughed. “The name is Trevor, by the way.”
“Are you going to explain the body, Trevor?” You mocked.
Trevor gritted his teeth. “The bastard thought he could buy some meth without paying me the full amount.”
Of course he was a dealer. From his skinniness to his sharp features. He smelt, looked, and sounded exactly like a typical meth head.
“Oh, so you are like a proper… Criminal?” You nervously smiled.
He raised an eyebrow. “Why, do you want to be a professional criminal? ‘Cos I can hook you up with some guys. You obviously have a lot to learn.”
“Thanks.” You muttered.
Trevor’s eyes was still stuck to you. He observed you like you were a statue, filing every detail he could find.
“You are quite the heartthrob, aren’t you.” He wondered out loud, noticing how hard you were trying to avoid eye contact.
There was no words that you could use to respond.
“You’re too pretty to kill. That scraps my plans.” Trevor mumbled as he finally grabbed enough courage to look away from your face.
Although you were disturbed, you kept going until there was a distant isolated desert ahead. You tapped Trevor’s arm and pointed.
“Good place, right?”
He smirked. “Perfect place. You should help me more often, thief!”
You anxiously laughed before pulling up nearby. Trevor crawled to the back where he threw the body into his arms, giving you the side eye.
“If you walk up to the main road, I’ll call you a cab.” He remarked numbly.
You nodded your head and started your journey until you could hear his husky voice again, loud and clear over the sound of the sand and wind.
“Don’t forget about me!”
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gallivantingheart ¡ 4 years ago
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Me, a Princess? Shut Up!
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⏮️ chapter 6: mulan ⏭️
who?: jihoon/woozi x (f)reader
word count: 1717
genre/s: fluff, humour, social media!au
warnings: mild coarse language
synopsis: Life’s pretty good for y/n. Easy, even. Until someone claiming to be her grandmother says she is the queen of a small island country - and y/n, a princess.
a/n: i have no reason as to the TWO WEEK wait, but i still hope it’s okay. Also, I know nothing of international politics or table etiquette, don’t @ me
**please ignore the timestamps - they are not accurate**
TAGLIST: @strykiss, @karrotkarrotkarrot, @3sriracha​, @minkwans​, @annakemi​, @chaseyui​, 
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Soonhee follows you with eagle eyes as you circle the dining room, elaborate table setting laid out along with decorative lemon themed table centrepieces.
“And who sits next to France?”
You rush to answer, not facing her. “Belgium. Like on the map, because France and Germany don’t get along politically.”
“And across from Germany?” She calls, idly adjusting forks and spoons.
“Thai - uh, Spain, sorry. Thailand is next to Spain, before myself. Then Soonyoung and yourself at the head of the table, north.”
You pause to turn and wait for Soonhee to assess your answer. She’s dressed in a silky champagne two piece blazer and skirt, her blouse designed with a high neckline and thin necktie. The click of her heels are a constant, reminding you of a metronome - just to torment you a little more. She nods, finally.
“I didn’t quite ask for all of that, but yes. You are correct. Have you had your final fitting? You must be presentable before the attendees. Reputation and first impressions are vital.”
You bite the bottom of your lip, nodding. “I had it the day before last. Everything is as ready as can be.”
“Hmmm. You are dismissed. I suggest you study on the conversation topics from last week and compose yourself before tomorrow. Please be here at 1pm, sharp. Antoni insists on natural light and I wish to be ready as early as possible.” Soonhee still doesn’t look at you when she speaks.
As much as it makes your blood boil from the aloof and disparaging manner in which she speaks to you - and only you, it seems - you push down any unpleasant urges against her. She’s a queen; a ruler of a country. No doubt not used to her opinion being challenged, much less by someone your age. There are better things to utilise your energy on rather than fighting the brick wall that is your grandmother.
“Yes, grandma.” You’ll still push the envelope and call ther that though, something a little less formal for the times. “See you tomorrow.”
You instantly turn out the room, pulling your phone out of your back pocket. Those dreadful heels click hastily after you.
“And no socialising tonight! We can’t afford any bad press or late nights for anyone.”
Her voice has never been loud but it carries remarkably well. You huff and jam your phone away, a chicken and drinks session with the boys off the cards. Mingyu is out of town on another holiday with family, so it would have been Minghao and Jun, your fellow foodies.
Despite the early bedtime, you can’t seem to sleep, tossing and turning, tangling yourself in your sheets. You hope Antoni is as good at hiding sleepless nights as he is at shaping eyebrows.
The dress is beautiful, of course. (You had the wine gang help you choose over text. Secretly, of course.)
And while you’re still sceptical of Antoni after the debacle he caused concerning your identity, he blathers on and on in apologies as he pins and fiddles with your hair so you don’t mind too much by the end of it all. Soonhee seems to think he’s redeemed himself - the queen’s word is law. Soonyoung looks super chic in his blazer and turtleneck. You pout at him in his fashionable attire no one else in their stuffy suits appears to bat an eye at.
“Soonie you look great.” You say from the bottom step of the main staircase - grand entrance and all.
He can’t help but preen. “Thanks, as do you, Boss.”
“Gross. But I look like a glitzed up puffball. If I had known that it could have been more casual I-”
The queen cuts off your whining as she glides over in a gauzy ivory gown, crown glittering with every light fixture. “Y/N. Very appropriate. Soonyoung, handsome as always. Are you sure you don’t have my genes?”
What? A - A joke? Where? You have to forcibly shut your mouth from the conversation in front of you. Soonyoung has a steady dancers’ posture - or maybe just a royal one. Straight spine, relaxed held back shoulders and a level gaze. You twist your fist in the many layers of your skirt, to both hide and release the frustrating tension radiating through you. The ambassador laughs, fluffing shyly at his bleach blonde fringe.
“Oh, ahaha. Your Majesty, no. No, I do not.” He mumbles.
You dip yourself in a short bow before dodging the pair in order to attempt to mingle. Droning conversation topics flick through your mind, like forcing the pages of a book. Finally, you set your sights on the Swedish ambassador, if only to talk about Eurovision - the one fun subject allowed to be discussed with you.
You find though, that most of the conversations you attend cycle through the same process. The notice of your presence and an introduction between you all - ministers, ambassadors and their companions. Then a resuming of the current conversation, you being too afraid of looking stupid to add any effective input. You have to bite back a sigh of relief when dinner is announced.
Soonyoung is right. You need a spoon for the cool soup served. He flicks the edge of the one you are supposed to use and you kick his ankle in thanks. The conversations from the foyer are carried into the dining space and you lose India to Thailand. Soonyoung is chatting avidly with Scotland across from him, his hands gesturing from their place on the table cloth. Despite this, main course goes swimmingly, a chicken lemon dish on rice with a hint of garlic and herbs. You hesitate on your chopsticks before picking up a knife and fork like most of the other dignitaries. You feel eyes on you and glance over to see Soonhee evaluating you from the head of the table. She still manages to look severe to you, even with the amicable situation - but maybe you’re just imagining things.
It’s when dessert is around the corner that it falls apart. Spain’s representative, a lovely man named Eduardo is discussing the lemon market of Amaide with you, something you are luckily very proficient with. As you speak, you demonstrate the incline of the market, you tip your water glass over. The elder man, easily in his fifties, smiles warmly and lets you fix it up with an apology to him and the waiter on hand to clean it up. Thailand’s eyes squint at you dubiously and you bow back to them. You describe the style of orchard the royal lemon ceremony is held in, gesturing over your shoulder at the Queen Mother, and the critical breeding of the trees that grow all over the country. A stray hand wave collides with the melting ice bucket with a clang, tipping it sideways… all over Eduardo. Now the pleasant man is drenched from head to toe, Portugal catching the spray and flying bottle of champagne. Thailand is awash as well, nowhere near as bad, but he seems to seize up in panic, dabbing and pressing at his shoulders and sleeves. The dining room is in a commotion now as you bite your lips and frown, grabbing your own napkin to dry down the man next to you. Your hair is damp, slowly going fluffy and frizzy from the water. People are standing up, including yourself and Soonhee.
“I-I-I’m so sorry. I’m not usually this clumsy! Are-are you okay, Eduardo?” You protest.
He shoots you a severe look, only tempered by the reputation of every single person in the room. Obviously not. You chew harshly at your lip as the waiters fuss and someone talks quietly about offering a change of clothes.
You look around the dying chaos - even Soonhee is amongst it, joining in on the many dabbing gingerly at the spanish ambassador’s suit with a napkin. Soonyoung catches your eye as you slink backwards towards the ajar french doors, leaning over to the waiter.
“If anyone asks, I’ve gone to the power room, okay? I-I, uh, shouldn't be too long.” You murmur out the corner of your mouth.
He glances at you, nodding. Soonyoung frowns, gesturing with a discreet finger back to his side. You shake your head, signalling a time-out. You hike up your skirts the moment you turn the corner, clacking down the dim hallway as fast as you can to pick up your purse from the cloak room. Making a detour, you go for the east bathroom, in favour of the north one closer to the dining room.
Slamming the door behind you and locking it, you turn the toilet lid down to sit on it for a moment. A time which gets longer and longer the more you worry your lips to oblivion, thinking on your next move. There is no salvaging what you just did. Humiliating yourself, your victims and the Queen Mother - and by extension, your entire country. No. Surely you couldn’t stay. But how to get out of the embassy without causing more of a fuss? You check the time. Only forty minutes left of the dinner anyway. They couldn’t miss you while still cleaning up. Your stomach turns and lurches heavily, so you turn to press your face into the cool tiled wall.
So, leave. But to where?
No one was in the city, having gone away for the break. Certainly not just home. You wanted just a moment away from everything. You peek your head out into the empty hallway. There is an employee exit next to the kitchens - only the cctv would see you then. But where to? Jihoon? Would he still be around? Would he be okay with seeing you?
You set up a ride for the university before making a break for it, gasping as you lose a bracelet, snagged on the curled handle of the door. Punching in the default entry code, you power walk over the concrete and gravel out to the side street as a little green bug of a car pulls up.
The window winds down to show a man in his early 30’s. “Ride for Y/n?”
“That’s me. Thanks.”
You glance back over your shoulder, through the wrought iron gates to the deadly still building. Jumping in, you tug your long, fluffy skirt in after you.
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jfcspencer ¡ 3 years ago
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WHO: spencer stone & journey smith. ( @journey-j-smith​ ) WHERE: the hospital & the smith household. TRIGGER WARNINGS: miscarriage. mention of miscarriage. 
JOURNEY.
Journey had bothered Spencer with probably over two dozen links to houses to check out over the past two weeks. They had a growing family that needed a house. When he finally agreed to go see some of them she also booked an appointment to go get an ultrasound sound to surprise him with. Her brother took the kids the night before so all she had to was get up and go in the morning. But one she woke up something just didn’t feel right. At first she pushed it off to morning sickness mixed with the excitement of going house hunting. But once she went to the bathroom and saw blood in the toilet she panicked. Rushing right off to the doctors who probably took pity on her since she was at the office the minute they opened in tears. To be honest, Journey already knew what happened. This wasn’t the first time and it probably wouldn’t be the last. She turned numb to the words. The “I’m sorry.” “You did nothing wrong.” They were words she head before from doctors. The numbness stayed with her till she got home. Standing it the quiet empty house before she dropped to her knees and sobbed only a few steps into the house. It was like all the happiness she had just got ripped away. How could she face Spencer and tell him this? That she failed…
SPENCER.
out of all of the things in the world, being a father was something that wasn’t on his list at all but then lyric happened and his whole idea and world had completely changed for the better. he loved being a dad, he loved his life. he found journey and his outlook on love changed once more, he believed in it again. he loved her so much and couldn’t wait to start this whole new life with her and their children. all of them and the more that they would have in the future. so when morning had rolled around and he decided to drop on by to bring journey some food and talk over the houses she had sent him and which ones they really should look at the most. he slipped on his clothes, grabbed his car keys and was out. but not before stopping by to grab some fast food breakfast for the two of them and the kids. when spencer got the house, he got up to the front and was about to knock until he heard something. “jo?” he called out before opening the front door and seeing the woman on the floor. “jo, babe?” his voice started to panic as he rushed over to wrap his arms around her and drop the food and drinks onto the floor. his arms wrapped around her, bringing her closer. “shhh, i’m here.”’
JOURNEY.
Feeling his arm wrap her up just made her cry more. Because she felt safe and worse at the same time. She would always safe in his arms no matter what but how could she tell him? Journey curled into him, making herself as small as she could as she gripped onto his shirt as tightly as she could. “I…I’m s-sorry.” She hiccuped through her sobs
SPENCER.
spencer’s arms wrapped around journey, his hands finding their way to her back to rub and soothe her softly. “it’s okay, it’s okay,” he kept repeating in a whisper while he fully sat down onto the floor and let journey grip into his shirt and said she was sorry. “why are you sorry my love?” he asked her in a quiet tone as he kept rubbing her back.
JOURNEY.
Her breath shook as she truthfully tried to collect herself but she only took in quick short breaths. “B-b-because…” she pulled back a bit to look at him a bit. Use her sleeves to dry her face to no avail. The tears just kept rolling down her face. “I-I…failed.” The blonde sniffled. Squeeze her eyes tightly and hid her face in her hands again. She took his breath quickly and let them out slow still trying to calm herself down. Journey met his eyes for a moment and shooter her head. “I….I lost it…” she said as her bottle lip trembled. I’m so s-sorry. I-I ruined everything.”
SPENCER.
spencer just stood there, his own heart was breaking as he just watched her and felt her cry against his chest. she was in pain and there was nothing he could do about it but just hold her. hearing her words, he froze a bit while the words slowly left her lips. he was dumb but he wasn’t that dumb, he understood what she was saying. the baby they were going to have was gone. he couldn’t imagine the pain that was running through journey, he didn’t have time to grieve. he just had to be there for her. a woman’s body was way more important than his. “it’s not your fault,” he told her, his hands pulling her closer to him.
JOURNEY.
She crumbled into a ball when he pulled her in again. Sobbing. The women got as close as she could to him in her ball. She knew he had to hurt too but he stood strong. Probably for her own sake. “B-but it is.” Jo got out between her sobs. “I f-failed…a-as a mo-ther.”
SPENCER.
spencer wanted to cry himself but he couldn’t do that right now. journey was hurting way more than he could ever imagined. all he could do was hold her right and whisper the words that it was okay, everything was going to be okay. he shook his head down at her. “you didn’t fail, my love. this isn’t your fault at all. you’re an amazing mother,” he hummed, his hands still rubbing her back gently. “you couldn’t have done anything, my love. i’m sorry,” he whispered out, kissing her temple.
JOURNEY.
The blonde’s body shook as she took in a big breath. She pulled back to try and dry her face. Using her sleeves as she spoke. “But I have.” Journey sniffled with a hiccup. “I messed up our plans. I messed up our little family…”Journey shook her head. Letting her breath shake again. Calming down enough to talk without hiccups in between her words
SPENCER.
the man slightly pulled away to look down at the crying blonde in his arms. he watched as she used her sleeves to dry her eyes but he reached up and wiped them with his thumbs. "my love, you did nothing wrong. you didn't mess up anything of any sorts. i'll still move in with you, i still want to marry you one day." he told her truthfully. "these things are just apart of life. something that we cannot control and it's out of our power. jo, this hurts, i know but my love, do not blame yourself." he said in a soft tone.
JOURNEY.
As he spoke, the man slowly started to calm down a little more. Sniffling, and tears still rolling down her face, she looked over at him with a slightly shocked look on her face. “You…..you do?” Her voice broke a bit. “Your not mad?” Journey looked over at him with her big now blood shot eyes what just wouldn’t stop filling up with tears
SPENCER.
spencer smiled softly down at journey before placing a kiss on her forehead. "of course, i do. i love you and there isn't anything i wouldn't do for you. besides building stuff because i'm dumb," he lightly chuckled, trying to get her to smile a bit. he shook his head at her. "baby, i could never be mad at you because of something that is out of our control. i love you, always," he said, rocking her slightly in his lap.
JOURNEY.
Journey calmed down more and more at his words.  She was in so much pain but she also had so much fear in her stomach that was disappearing more and more. She had nothing to fear with him. She was so safe that she didn’t know what to do with it. In the past she felt like she was walking on eggshells. “I was alway told it was my fault….” She said softly looking at her hand sniffling. “I’ve had other three miscarriages….I-I should have told you.” Journey breath shook as she dried her face. “It’s……it’s hard for me to get pregnant….”
SPENCER.
the man lightly shook his head down at her. "baby, this is completely not your fault at all. this is just simply something that is out of our control and all we can do is just grief together," he told her, fully sitting down on the floor and kept his arms wrapped around her. hearing her words, he was a bit stunned but he would understand why she never told him about it. miscarriages are not talked about, they were like taboo to talk about. "you don't have to tell me anything that you don't feel comfortable telling me, jo." he replied back to her, offering her a small smile. "and that's okay, jo. i'm here and i'm not going anywhere."
JOURNEY.
Journey took in a deep shakey breath nodding her head silently. “No….I’m completely comfortable around you. I’ll tell you anything but when do you tell someone that?” She sniffled and wiped away her tears that were slowly down. Her cheeks red and raw from how much she as pushing them away. “I know your not….and….you don’t know how great it is to know that…..”
SPENCER.
spencer's hands kept at work, he wanted to let journey know that he wasn't going to run for the hills or stop loving her. it was impossible for him to fall out of love with the blonde in his arms. he could only shrug his shoulders. "anytime that you wanted, you never have to hold back with me," promised the man, kissing her forehead gently. he offered her a small smile, resting his chin on the top of her head, bringing her close to him and hummed out. "i love you."
JOURNEY.
She nestled into him. She still hurt inside, the pain was still there, but in his arms it all hurt less. And she knew she wasn’t alone. She wasn’t going through this alone. “I love you more.” She said softly wrapping his arms around his tightly. “You’re allowed to hurt too…” she said softly.  Spencer was being so strong for both of them right now and while she appreciated it. He didn’t have to hold up that front forever.
SPENCER.
the man listened to her words and she was right, he was allowed to hurt and grieve with her as well but right now she was hurting more than he could ever imagine. he would have his time but he just wanted to hold journey while she grieved. he nodded his head, rocking her back and forth. "i know," he whispered out gently. his heart did hurt, it felt heavy and he hasn't felt this type of pain before. spencer always tend to hide his emotions and it's what he was best at. he used to fight with his ex's and he would just replace his hurt with anger. this time was different, he was in pain but he kept his chin on top of journey's head and kept rubbing her back gently.
JOURNEY.
They were simple words and he stayed strong. Which in a way, surprised her. Spencer was a laid back goofy guy and that’s what made her fall from him but seeing him like this just showed that there was more to him that anyone could ever see. She stayed quiet for a moment just letting him rock her. She was out of tears to cry at this moment. There would be more but at the moment she ran dry. She took in another breath, more steady then the last and she sung softly. “Lovin' somebody more than my own breath. Knowin' that I'm right where he belongs, oh…Bein' home in the arms of my best friend, where the light always stays on. That's where I feel strong….”
SPENCER.
spencer didn't like to show his emotions that much, he liked it that way but he knew he could be himself with journey but he didn't want to add onto her emotions. he couldn't do that to her, not tonight or at all. he could only sit there on the floor with her and rock her gently. he stood quiet while listening to their breathing in the large hallway they sat down on. he smiled softly, hearing her singing while he kept rubbing her back. "i could listen to you sing all day and night long," he cooed out gently. he pulled back gently, bringing up one of his hands to brush away some of her hair from her face.
JOURNEY.
They could probably stay wrapped up in each other for hours on the floor. She smiled softly at his words before got sitting up and looked at him as he brushed some blonde strands out of her face. She gently traced her fingers over his jawline. “Don’t be keeping’ ya self lock up, ya hear? It ain’t good for here.” She poked his chest. “Or here.” She said poking his head in the middle of his forehead. The women was gonna drop it there, she just needed him to know that it was okay to let go whenever he was ready. Journey was getting used to people getting ripped away from her. It’s sad but true. The babies she lost, her husband….it was becoming a normal. Still hurt, no less then the last loss but she was afraid of who would be ripped away next.
SPENCER.
the man watched as journey sat up and he could just see the tears stains on her pink cheeks, the sight of them alone felt like a punch to the heart. he didn't cause them but he never wanted to see her cry like this. a small grin formed on her lips at the touch of journey's fingers tracing along his jawline. her single touch was enough to make him feel better. "i promise," he chuckled out softly, looking up at her finger when she poked him in the forehead. "c'mon, let's go clean your face," he hummed out, getting up from the floor before reaching down to pick her up off the floor then bent down to sweep her off of her feet, bridal style and carried her up the nearest bathroom downstairs.
JOURNEY.
As long a ya promise.” She said softly. The women was going to get up on her own but she quickly found herself in the arms of her boyfriend. Being carried through the house. With a sigh she leaned into him with arm wrapped around his neck. She was drained. Of her energy, her emotions. Everything was just spent. She’d probably be a mess of tears again because how couldn’t she be? But right now she hit the numb point. The moment In grieving we’re your okay but in a moment you could collapse again.
SPENCER.
spencer nodded his head at his girlfriend. “i promise ya,” he kissed her nose lightly. he made sure that she was safe and secure in his arms before he found their way to the bathroom. “i have a better idea,” he hummed walking out and going up the stairs to her bedroom. “let’s just lay down.” he told her, setting her down on the bed. he didn’t know if she was going to start crying again and he wanted to make sure that she was comfortable than on the floor like earlier. spencer kicked off his shoes before sliding in next to her. again, his tattooed arm wrapped around her bringing her close.
JOURNEY.
A small and faint giggle escaped her lips when he suddenly changed his thoughts and went the other direction. She sat on the bed in her small ball before being taken back into his arms once more. She found happiness here in the darkness. Journey pulled up the blankets over them. If they we’re gonna be  in bed might as well be completely comfortable.  She looked up at him. Fingers gently trancing his jawline
SPENCER.
the man could only smile as he listen to her small and faint giggle. in a moment of darkness, she was his light.  the man got a nearby blanket and placed it around them before he brought her closer to him. he looked down at her while she traced his jawline. “i love you,” he hummed softly. “i’m always going to love you.”
JOURNEY. 
She smiled. “I know ya ain’t religious, but I think God put y’all in my life because he knew I needed you.” Journey said softly watching his face. “I don’t think I can put into works how much I love you….”
SPENCER.
spencer softly smiled down at his girlfriend while his hands started to gently rub her back like he was doing before on the floor. he listened to her words and leaned back to fully look down at her face. "you know me too well but i would have to agree with you," he hummed back to her, leaning down to press a kiss against her cheeks gently. "words cannot describe how much i love you so much," he replied back to her and kept rubbing her back gently. "get some rest, my love. you need it."
JOURNEY.
The women hummed softly as she tucked her hands under her. “I think I can only rest with you around.” She snuggled into Spencer more. There was little room left between them as she left her eyes close. Resting into the other.
SPENCER.
he heard her words and pressed another kiss to her forehead. it was nice to know that at the end of the day that journey was able to relax and be herself around him. he could be that around her and it was one of the many things that he completely loved about her. his large hands just kept rubbing her back gently, he could feel the tiredness taking over him as well. the spot they laid in together felt very comfortable that his own eyes closed, his hands kept moving slow and slower until they came to a stop.
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writings-of-a-daphodil ¡ 4 years ago
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Fire Keeper: Chapter 21
Douxie x fem reader
Masterlist in Bio!
Series Summary: You are Jim’s older sister who is taking a break from college and has moved back home to Arcadia. You end up joining Jim and his friends on their adventures.
Chapter 21 summary: You're back in the future, but things don't go well.
Warnings: temporary death and grief
A/n: Wow, last chapter for a while, cue bittersweet emotions. I hope you like it!(sorry for any typos)
Jim’s words echoed in your head. “We need an edge. I'm sorry.”
You and Claire had protested, but he wouldn’t listen. “It's the only way!”
Then he had turned into that beast and told you to run. Which you did, and you regretted it. You couldn’t have stayed, but how could you leave? Guilt haunted you and you knew Douxie wasn’t doing any better.
His aura was overwhelmed with his own guilt over Merlin’s death. “It's all gone. Everything. The Heart of Avalon, Camelot...Merlin.” Douxie looked away, but you could see tears shining on his face.
“Maybe we should say a few words?” Claire suggested.
You nodded. “That’s a good idea.”
“Yeah, okay. Ahem. Battleship. November. Fruit punch.” Steve sobbed. “Purple!”
Douxie sniffed, turning around. “Oh, what can I say about Merlin? He was... he was, uh... He was everything. He was all that we had.”
“We'll get through this, together. We need you, Doux, now more than ever,” Claire consoled, handing Douxie Merlin’s book. “The world, our friends are in danger.”
“And the Order's about to kick off an arcane apocalypse,” Archie added, nuzzling Douxie.
You took a seat next to him. “In our line of work it’s hard to find the time to grieve and now it’s harder than ever with this new threat, but we’ll overcome it. We’ll figure out a way together.” You gave him a hug.
Douxie leaned into you and opened the book. He sighed. “But Merlin didn't tell me anything. And of course, he gave us a book that I can't even read. I mean, what is that supposed to be? Orcish? Elvish? Naga snake tribe?”
Archie gasped. “It looks like...Ancient Draconic.”
“Draconic?” Steve’s eyes widened in panic. “Dracula! Oh, no, Dracula!”
Claire rolled her eyes. “No...as in dragons.”
“As in...” Douxie trailed off.
“Charlemagne, the Devourer,” Archie finished, leaping into the air and transforming into a Dragon.
“Charlemagne, the Devourer. Keeper of the most sacred stones and treasures. A vicious dragon,” Douxie elaborated for yours, Claire’s, and Steve’s sake.
Archie circled the clearing landing on top of a piece of Camelot. “Which is why we shouldn't trouble him. Maybe someone else can translate.”
Douxie shook his head. “Come on, Arch! This is clearly about the Genesis Seals. And if the Order finds them first-“
   “Yes, yes, yes, we're all doomed.” Archie proofed back into a cat. “I suppose we'll have to pay Charlemagne a visit.”
“What about Jim?” Claire asked as Douxie called the flying ship to him. “I need to find him.”
“I’m worried about him,” you added.
“Go back to Hex Tech. Research any dark magic that can help him,” Douxie advised.
“Claire, do you think you can handle that alone?” You asked. “I think I should go with Douxie.”
“Of course. I’ll save Jim and you keep Douxie from doing anything crazy.” She made a waving motion. “Okay. Let's go, Steve.”
“Aw! But the dragon quest!” Steve protested.
“What're you going to do, get eaten again?” Claire sassed and you laughed.
“If I can I’ll get you some pictures, Steve,” you promised.
“Thanks, Y/n,” he said, but you could tell he was still kinda pouting. Claire rolled her eyes and sent him through a portal.
“Also if it’s not too much trouble, could you have Toby feed Mao?” You asked her before she could disappear into her own portal. You had left your familiar back at Hex Tech with Toby and Nari seeing as it didn’t seem like a good idea to bring a kitten into the Arcane Order’s Castle. You couldn’t wait til this was all over so you could spend some quality time together.
“Will do,” Claire said, hoping into the void.
Douxie helped you onto the ship. “Well, let's hope we get some answers... before the Order does.”
   You went over and leaned on one of the rails as Douxie put his staff in the key. The ship hummed to life and flew into the air.
   “Here goes nothing,” Douxie whispered, turning the staff. The ship lurched forward and you fell against the rail.
   “Do you know who to drive this?” You asked.
   “Of course,” Douxie said at the same time Archie mouthed “No.”
   Douxie turned the staff again and the ship shot ahead. You couched the rail, afraid that if you let go you’d fly off.
   Douxie didn’t really talk and so you retreated into your thoughts. You were worried about Douxie. Sure, he was distracted now, but you knew Douxie and he was an open book. With you able to read his aura you could clearly seem the grief in it. It was so overwhelming, you were tempted to stop looking for auras, but you also wanted to understand how he was feeling.
   Not only was their grief, there was blame and you knew he was blaming himself. Douxie liked to shoulder the world, you recalled how Strickler used to call Jim ‘Young Atlas’, but to you, the nickname seemed to fit Douxie perfectly. You wished he would let you take some of the weight.
   His sadness was another overwhelming emotion and you wondered how he wasn’t curled into a ball and crying. You had a very strong instinct to go over and hug him and promise him that things will get better, but you were a little scared to let go of the rail, you would do it later though and you’d make him a pie for good measure.
   Archie shouted directions and it wasn’t long before Douxie was lowering the ship to the forest.
   You looked ahead to see a rogue tree sticking out of the canopy, but Douxie didn’t seem to notice.
“Douxie!” You screamed. “There’s a tree there!”
“I see it, love.” The ship made a sharp turn and you fell to the other railing, taking Archie down with you.
“Sorry, Arch,” You apologized.
“He may know how to drive everything from a car to a stagecoach, and he may have learned how to drive this, but it doesn’t mean he’s good at it,” Archie grumbled.
   This time you held on a little tighter and the cold rail bit into your skin. You didn’t have to be uncomfortably gripping the rail for long though. Archie gave one last direction and the ship shot down, making a surprisingly gentle landing.
Douxie helped you down and looked to Archie. “You've told me tales of Charlemagne, the Devourer, for centuries.”
Archie hopped down. “The truth may be stranger than fiction.”
   “Who is he?” You asked.
“Oh...I've heard terrible tales-whoever stole his treasure got baked alive into a blood pie,” Douxie explained.
“And burned, and singed,” Archie added. “Oh, here we are.”
“Sounds like this’ll be fun,” You muttered, shivering a bit from the cold night air.
Douxie looked down into the old well Archie had gestured at. “I really don't want to be a blood pie.”
“Let’s try to avoid that then. We aren’t here to steal his treasure, we are here to ask for help,” you said, looking into the well for stairs or a ladder.
Douxie stood on top of the well. “How do we get ther-“
Rocks slid and Douxie fell into the well. You winced as you heard him tumble.
“Oh, no!” Archie flew down after him and you hoped in as well, but instead of free falling like Douxie you levitated.
You touched down to see Douxie lying on the floor as Merlin’s staff hit him. “Ugh! All this...ugh-“ the book hit him “-for a book.”
“A very important book,” you reminded me, lighting your hands up with orange flames.
Douxie moved his staff around and screamed. You went to help him stand and you looked down to see the two of you were standing in the middle of a giant foot print. “Oh fuzz buckets.”
You heard and growl and you yelped. You and Douxie looked around for the source, ready to defend yourselves. “I do not want to be baked into a blood pie!” Douxie repeated.
THe ground shook and something stomped up from behind you. The two of you and you whirled around to see a huge white dragon.
“Oh...fuzz buckets,” Douxie whimpered and you grabbed onto his arm.
“We can do this,” you whispered. “We’ve battled a Nyarlagroth and won.”
Douxie didn’t respond, but the dragon did. “Look what the cat dragged in. Get it? 'Cat drag-in'! It's a play on words!” He laughed a big hearty laugh that made you smile despite your fear. “I slay myself! Archie? My cuddly little shapeshifter. Come here.”
“Oh, Father!” Archie touched his face to the dragon and your eyes widened. Not that you knew they were related, you could see it, they had the same eyes.
“When did you get so big?” Charlemange asked.
Archie rolled his eyes. “Very funny, yes. You don't see me talking about all those grey scales, do you?”    
“What? Charlemagne, the Devourer, is your father?!” Douxie concluded, lessening his tight grasp on your arm.
“Dad, these are my dear friends, Douxie and Y/n,” Archie  introduced and you gave a small wave.
“Nice to meet you, sir.”
“So, I finally get to meet your wizard familiar. Mm! Which one is it?” Charlemange looked between you and Douxie.
“I am.” Douxie cleared his throat. “Um, pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Charlemagne, the Devourer.”
Charlemagne laughed. “Please. My friends call me 'Charlie'. Let's retire to my dragon's den.”
   As you walked you gently nudged Douxie. “And you thought you were gonna get eaten.”
   “This guys is the most feared dragon out there, you can’t blame me.”
   “Don’t worry, your screams were cute.” You kissed his cheek and went to stand next to Archie.
Charlie lit the fire. “I'm sure Archibald told you all about my famous blood-berry pies.” He set a gigantic pie down in front of you and you admired the craftsmanship.
“'Blood-berry'?” Douxie asked, shaking his head. “There's no time for tea! The Arcane Order is back. They-“
“Killed Merlin,” Archie finished.
“Merlin's...dead? So, you're after the Seals, hmm?” Charlie asked.
Douxie nodded. “And we think this will tell us how to find them.”
“Hmm. Of course.” Charlie took the book and opened it. “He never wrote anything in large print. Mm. Ancient Draconic.” He gasped. “The first letter is an 'H'.”
“Aw, come on! We don't have forever! The world's at stake here!” Douxie shouted, frustrated.
“I'll need my reading glasses. Be back in two shakes of a wyvern's tail.” Charlie promised. “Where did I put those things?”
Douxie snapped to Archie. “Oh, a 'real monster', eh?”
Archie licked his paw. “You think you're the only one with father issues, hmm?”
“Archie, why did you make your dad sound like a terrifying beast?” Douxie asked.
“They're here somewhere!” Charlie yelled from across the room.
Archie sighed. “Truthfully, I was embarrassed. Dad's a walking pun factory. The legends seemed better than the truth. Then again, compared to Merlin, who was...”
“Not the type to make tea and biscuits,” Douxie finished.
“Yes. And now that he's, well, gone, I'm more worried about you. You know you can talk to me, right?” Archie asked.
“We’re here for you, Doux. I know what you’re going through,” you added.
Douxie took a seat and you followed suit, wrapping him into a hug. “I can't help but think...what if Merlin was more like Charlie? If he hadn't saved me in that alley-” Douxie sighed “-would I be a completely different wizard?”
“We don't get to choose everyone that comes into our lives,” Archie said.
Douxie looked down. “Or when they leave.”
You gave a small smile and Archie came over to join your hug. “You’re exactly who you should be, Douxie,” you consoled.
“Ta-da!” Charlie said, coming back over. “Would you believe they were on my head the whole time?”
You gave a small chuckle as Douxie held up the book. “Please. Just tell me what it says.”
Charlie looked at it thoughtfully. “Mm. 'Hisirdoux, if anyone could figure this out, it'd be you. Since you're reading this, clearly, I'm dead. I kept many secrets close at hand, but now I entrust you with this, my final one. The Genesis Seals can be reached by destroying my staff.'
Douxie jumped to his feet, retreating away from everyone. “What? Wait, destroy his staff?”
“There's no time to waste, my boy. You've got a world to save!” Charlie said
Douxie clutched the staff.    “A wizard's staff is everything to them. Look, are you sure that you translated it correctly?”
Charlie swiped at Douxie, trying to get the staff. “Uh!” He yelped, coming to the edge of a small cliff.
“Hey!” You yelled.
“Dad!” Archie scolded.
“Wait! Don't rush me!” Douxie begged, raising his hand, a spell ready.
“Douxie, Dad, play nice!” Archie called, trying to mediate.
“Guys! We can talk this out!” You added, ready to use your own magic to stop any fighting.
“Careful, boy. You're playing with fire,” Charlie growled, letting out a string to show Douxie he wasn’t kidding.
“Oh, dear,” Archie whispered.
“Never challenge a dragon,” Charlie roared. You and Archie rushed to stand between the two.
“Father, Hisirdoux, I miss him, too. But you know, Merlin's not the only family you had,” Archie pointed out.
Charlie sighed, baking down. “He's right. Family isn't only who you have. It's also who you're with. Did you know, Archibald used to be the cutest little dragon you've ever seen?” Charlie turned around and showed you a picture frame. You squealed. It was a picture of Archie as a baby nestled in what you assumed was his egg, wearing Charlie’s glasses.
“That is just too cute!” You squealed.
Archie gasped.  Father, please! Burn that!
Charlie shook his head. “Archie always wanted to explore the world, even before he took his first form. And when he chose a cat, that broke my dragon heart. He became a familiar- a lower profession. But if a cat is what he wants, a cat is fine with me. I realized I had to let him go, so he could spread his wings and soar. And accepting that set me free. And r-r-r-right now, your people look to you-to stand up, to lead.” Charlie let out a breath and a sort of brownish mist swirled around Douxie. Smiling figures of Steve, Claire, Jim, you, Archie, and Merlin appeared in it.
“I know you're still grieving.” Charlie continued. “I know this is too much. But in order to save your family-to save the world-you must let him go.”
The mist cleared and Douxie looked up to Charlie, determination burning in his eyes. “Do it. Destroy it.”
Charlie nodded and Douxie held up the staff as flames engulfed it. Douxie braced himself against the ground, tears streaming down his face. He screamed and the staff shattered, letting out a blast of blinding green light. The light faded, but Douxie was nowhere to be found.
“Douxie!” You and Archie yelled.
You rushed over to the pieces of the staff and picked up the remains. “What happened?”
“If I had to guess, he went into a wormhole Merlin created to store the seals in,” Charlie said. “We just have to give Douxie his time.”
You nodded. “Okay...”
Charlie came up from behind you. “I have more baby pictures of Archie to show to pass the time.”
“Father!” Archie complained as you moved back over to the pie.
“Feel free to have some,” Charlie called over his shoulder while he looked for the pictures. You did as he suggested and got yourself some. Honestly you were shocked when you bit into it. It was warm and gooey and utterly amazing. The crust was perfect and flaky as well. The pie was perfect and you said as much.
Charlie thanked you as he came back over and handed you the photo album. You went to open it but paused. “Could I take a picture of you please? My friend, Steve, wanted to meet you, but he had to go with our other friend, Claire. It’s a long story.”
“Of course,” Charlie beamed and you took out your phone. “Say cheese!” You called, snapping a picture of Archie and Charlie. You took a few more for good measure and then sat down to look at the baby pictures.
You had no clue why Archie was so embarrassed of them. He was the most adorable baby dragon you had ever seen, though you hadn’t seen many of them.  The pictures of him learning to fly were your favorite. Charlie was in the background of some of those, encouraging Archie. Seeing how cute baby Archie was really cheered you up.
You were only on the seventh page though, when a cloud of green fog billowed out of nowhere from the corner of the room. When it cleared away Douxie was standing there.
“Douxie!” You yelled, immediately jumping up.
“Mordrax's miracles, you found them!” Archie exclaimed and you looked at what Douxie was holding.
Charlie smiled. “Well done! I knew you'd do it, little buddy!”
Douxie admired them. “The Genesis Seals! Now we just need to get back to Hex Tech and regroup.”
~~~~
   “Um, Doux!” You called as you looked down to the street Hex Tech was on. “You need to see this.”
   Shards of ice were all over the place and bits of everything was burning. There was no sight of your friends.
Douxie gasped as he hopped out of the ship. “No! No, no, no. No, no, no! No!” You all rushed over to Hex Tech, but the lights were off and ice was everywhere. “Claire! Steve! Nari!” Douxie called.  “What happened here?”
You heard someone groan and you rushed over to see Krel. He was trapped in ice and looked on the edge of consciousness.He wasn’t the only one you saw though, Mao was licking away at the ice trapping Krel. You grabbed her and waited for DOuxie to free your Akiridion friend.
“Krel! No.” Douxie blasted the ice that was trapping Krel and you moved to heal him.
“Where is everyone?” You asked.
Krel groaned. “Couldn't stop them. Took Nari. Oh, wait! He can show you.” He stood up and grabbed the head of a glitching robot with a human face. You shivered a bit at the creepy sight.
“Wahoo! How are you, buckaroo?” The robot head asked. Krel pressed a button and a video of Krel screaming and running appeared on a big screen. There was a lot of screaming as the camera was rolled around until Toby grabbed it.
“This looks like the end!” He cried. “I leave my classic VHS action movie collection to my nana and my warhammer to Y/n!” The video was taken from Toby and showed the fiery person from the Arcane Order who crushed the camera.
With that the video cut out. “That's all fo-beep-boop,” the robot said.
You continued looking at the screen in horror. “Not them too.” You squeezed your eyes shut as tears ran down your face. You hated the Arcane order. Gumar had already taken so much from you and here they were to finish it off.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no! This wasn't supposed to happen! No! Oh, please tell me there's something in here to help,” Douxie begged, setting Merlin’s book on a table leafing through it.
Archie put his paw on it, covering some of the words. “You don't need the book to tell you the answer, Doux. Merlin was clear. If the Order has Nari, we can't let them get the Seals, or it's arcane Armageddon.”
“But I can't just leave our friends to die!” Douxie protested.
“No we can’t,” you stated, determined. Your friends were not going to die. You weren’t gonna lose anyone else.  
“It's not easy being a leader,” Krel said.
“The Order will never stop coming after the seals,” Archie reminded and you nodded.
Douxie sighed. “We'll spend the rest of our lives running.”
“Save our friends or save the world? You have to make a decision. We're out of time!” Krel complained.
Douxie’s head snapped up. “Or maybe...time is all we have.”
   “What do you mean?” Archie asked, but it hit you.
“We send the Arcane order through time,” you concluded.
“It’s a crazy idea, but it just might work. Arch, remember how before we met Merlin we used to do the Lad of Fortune trick with the cup to earn money? We do that, but inside the cup is a smaller heart of Avalon. Krel you mentioned something about magic and Acaridian tech earlier, can you fashion something out of the heart of Avalon that will send the Arcane order through time?”
Krel shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Well, ‘maybe’ is all we’ve got right now. We can only hope this works. Let’s get to work!” Douxie exclaimed.
You turned to him. “I’m gonna go leave Mao with my mom, but I'll be back to help soon, okay?”
“Okay, stay safe.” He kissed you and you wished you didn’t have to go. You wished you and Douxie could just hang out and date like a normal couple, but alas, the fate of the world was in your hands.
~~~~
You made it back just in time for Douxie to explain his plan to you. He, Krel, and Archie had gotten a lot down in the short amount of time you had been gone and were ready to put the plan into motion.
You watched as Douxie closed his eyes, projecting himself so he could talk with the Order. “Arcane Order, Hisirdoux is here!” He spoke. ”Ah-ah-ah-ah--! Hold your hexes if you still want these.” He held up the seals and you realized how weird it was to be on the other side of astral projection. “You want them?” Douxie asked. “Well, come and get them. I'll be at the cafe.” Douxie’s eyes opened and gave you a thumbs up before he turned to walk over to Krel.
“Your designs were complicated, but I'm 98.442 percent sure that this will work.” He set the device down and it spun to life. “Akiridion tech and magic are so compatible! Who would have thought?” Krel laughed.
“No turning back now,” Archie said as Douxie picked up the little-yet very important-trinket Krel had made.
“Wasn't planning on it. Arch, pass me those salad bowls, then head out. Y/n, prep the airship,” Douxie requested.
“I'll always follow you, Doux, but this could be a huge mistake,” Archie warned.
“'A wizard doesn't make mistakes-he makes unexpected possibilities,'” Douxie quoted, courage and determination ringing through his voice.
You smiled at him nervously as you walked out the door. “Stay safe and don’t forget you still owe us brunch.”
~~~~
“Hold on, big guy. I'm about to bust you out. Agh! Cheap lighter!” Steve whined as you entered the room. You nodded to Archie and he sent his own fire to free Aaarrrgghh.
“I did it! Sir Steve is your savior!” Steve cheered and you rolled your eyes.
“Helpful as always, Steve,” Archie said as he flew around freeing everyone. You sent your own blasts of fire, but you were distracted by Jim, or what was supposed to be him. You knew your brother had to be in there somewhere, but whoever was in control of him was not your Jim.
The beast roared at Archie, ready to fight and you got ready to protect, but Aaarrrgghh stepping, punching Jim. “Please stop, Jim!” Aaarrrgghh growled. “Don't make me hurt you, Master Jim!”
“Stop it, Jim!” You scolded, your big sister instincts kicking in as he hit Aaarrrgghh .
“Wingman, no!” Toby cried as Jim punched Aaarrrgghh again, knocking him down. Toby ran over there, ready to face the beast if it meant saving his wingman.
“No!” Claire called as Jim got ready to punch Toby. You were ready though and sent a shield their way. An orange sphere blossomed protecting them, but Jim never attacked.
A guitar riff played and you knew that Douxie had arrived. Jim covered his ears and you laughed, your Jim wouldn’t enjoy this type of music either.
“How about a little music to soothe the savage beast? Is everybody all right?” Douxie asked, knocking Jim out with his guitar-staff.
You rushed over to him. “Did it work?”
Douxie nodded. “So far so good. Now we just need to get everyone out. Is everyone all right?”
“Douxie!” Toby exclaimed. “I'd hug ya, but I can't move my arms.”
“Where is the Arcane Order?” Claire asked, getting to her feet.
“I have them preoccupied.” He gasped. “What's the Queen of the Apocalypse doing here?”
   “What I should have done long ago-deal with my brother,” she said, moving past Douxie. “Get your injured to safety.”
   You moved to help Aaarrrgghh up. “We need to find Nari.”
“Nari!” Douxie exclaimed. “She's not here with you?”
Claire shook her head. “They locked her up somewhere. Douxie, did you get the Seals?”
“Uh...” Douxie hesitated. “I'll explain later. Let's go.”
“Grab Jim,” Claire requested.
Aaarrrgghh grunted. “Got him!”
You raced out of the castle and to a ledge were Douxie whistled. The ship rose out of the clouds, hitting the castle. You winced and covered your ears as metal on metal screeched.
“Whoa, whoa! Whoo-hoo! Whoa! Sorry, sorry! I'm still getting the hang of it,” Krel apologized.
“All right, everyone on board. Krel will take you down to Arcadia. I have to get Nari, see my plan through to the end,” Douxie explained.
Douxie held out his hand to help you onto the ship, but you didn’t take it. “I’m coming.”
“No, you go with them. You need to keep them safe.”
“Fine.” You took his hand and hopped on. As he walked away you could only hope that he would be safe. You hated not going with him, but you also knew he was strong and could handle himself. The Arcane Order were still going through time anyways.
   You went to take the steering staff from Krel, hoping you’d be a slightly better driver.
   “He’ll be okay,” Claire soothed and you nodded.
   “What should we do about Master Jim?” Blinky asked.
   “Restrain him,” you replied, raising your hands to perform the spell, but before you could his eyes snapped open.
“Oh, no!” Claire yelped.
“Oh! No, no, no! Go back to sleep, Big Jim!” Steve yelled, trying to whack Jim with his axe. Jim caught it and sent Steve flying over the edge.
“Steve! No!” Claire yelled as Jim sent the axe flying right at you. Toby pushed you aside and the axe hit the staff instead, sending the ship spiraling out of control.
The ground grew closer and closer and you sent a spell to slow your fall. “Hold on!” you screamed. The ship bounced on the ground and you all fell from it.
You did your best to shield everyone, but you still had a nasty fall. You were very glad you hadn’t been impaled by a branch from the tree you had somehow landed in.
"Y/n! Claire!” Toby screamed and you hopped down from your branch to see Aaarrrgghh and Jim fighting.
“Jim!” Claire cried.
“Aaarrrgghh remind Jim who he was.” Aaarrrgghh pinned Jim to the ground.
“Master Jim, snap out of it! We are your friends,” Blinky tried.
“Your family!” You added, blasting him with a stun spell. It only seemed to enrage the beast though and he threw Aaarrrgghh onto you, Krel and Blinky.
Your back hit your old tree and you felt the wind get knocked out of you.
“Oh, no!” You heard Toby gasp. “Come on, Jimbo. It's Toby, your best friend. Oh, no, oh, no!” Jim roared turning to Toby, but Claire sent a portal and Toby popped in next to you.
“Jim Lake Jr., I know you can hear me! I know you're still in there!” Claire yelled as you got up. Her eyes glowed purple and Jim’s golden outlining turned the same color.
“Get out of my head!” Jim roared, attacking CLaire who portaled away.
“I promised I'd come back for you! Now fight it, Jim!” Claire begged sending a swirling blast of magic at Jim when he continued to charge.
“No! My soul belongs to the king!” Jim growled. You got ready to take over the fight when a blast shook the ground, knocking you back down.
“Morgana!” Claire yelled, but her voice turned into a scream.
“Jim, no!” You got up again, already chanting a spell.
“Oh, no!” Toby cried as Jim squeezed Claire.
“Claire!” Blinky called.
“I love you, Jim. We all do. Please...” she begged and his markings once again faded to purple.
   You were soon distracted though by a piece of the castle crashing to the ground on top of Morgana and Arthur.
   Another blast almost sent you to the floor, but you braced yourself. As the energy faded you looked over to Jim.
“Claire? Y/n?” He asked.
Claire smiled. “There you are!”
Jim beamed, but your euphoria faded when you saw stone spreading over him.
“Oh, no!” Toby cried.
   “Claire!” Jim panicked. “Y/n?!”
“Jim! Jim!” She sobbed. “No! Jim! No! No!”
You sank to the ground. “No! Not again, This will not happen again. We’ve already lost too much.” You buried your face in your hands as sobs wracked your body. In the few seconds that Jim had been yours again, hope had built itself inside of you and now it was getting destroyed. It felt like your heart was getting ripped out of you.
Jim was gone again, and unlike last time you had seen him die. It was. over, there was no way you could get lucky enough to get your brother back again. It was over now and this time you’d actually half to tell your mom.
You sobbed harder, it just wasn’t fair. Jim couldn’t be gone, he had barely lived his life. Sure he had his fair share of great adventures, but that didn’t make it any better. You may have your memories, but all you wanted was to have Jim back.
   You only stopped sobbing when you heard a crack.
You looked over to see Jim breaking apart. You began to sob even more, angry at the world that wouldn’t let him be. You couldn’t even have his statue apparently.
After a while you felt a hand on your back and you looked up, expecting it to be Claire, Toby, Steve, or even Douxie, but who you saw shocked you even more. Jim, human Jim was smiling at you. “Y/n...”
You stood and wrapped him in a tight hug. “You’re okay! I missed you so much!”
“I missed you too.” You stayed there, hugging him for a while, trying to soak up all the happiness you were feeling from your brother. You couldn’t believe he had lived, but you were so so happy that he had.
Now to make this day even better Douxie would come. Nari and Archie had already arrived, you were just waiting on your boyfriend to figure out the next phase of the plan.
You looked up though when a blast rocketed across the sky. Your eyes immediately found Douxie’s body falling through the debris.
You barely registered Steve and Toby shouting as you and Nari took off. The forest blurred behind you as you ran. This could not be happening. You had just gotten Jim back and now Douxie was free falling to his death. The world could be so cruel.
   A flash of blue light briefly lit up the clearing in front of you and you raced to its source. Douxie was lying on the ground and you could barely sense his aura. You dropped to your knees and searched for a pulse and though you found one, it was so small there was nothing you could do, not that both you and Nari wouldn’t try.
   You placed your hands on his chest and went through every magical healing spell you knew, even trying normal things a human paramedic would do, but nothing worked.
   Your emotions were thrown right back into the dark lands of grief.
“I can’t be too late. Come on Douxie. You’re gonna be okay. You can’t leave me here. I can’t do this without you. You can’t die now. I need you,” you sobbed, tears soaked Douxie’s jacket as you mourned.
You couldn’t even process it. Your emotions had been thrown through a blender and it hurt so much. Your heart ached with the pain of knowing that this time you had actually lost Douxie. There was a small part of you that was still hoping though, maybe today was a day of miracles and Douxie would live?
The demons that had taken over your rational thoughts laughed at that idea. More tears fell as you sank deeper and deeper into despair, grief and guilt. Maybe if you had run faster or convinced Douxie that you could take on the Arcane Order with him, then he would still be with you.
You barely heard your friends talking and were only relieved from your dark thoughts by the impossible, Douxie’s chest was moving.
“Y/n...?” Archie asked and you realized that he had been on your shoulder, lying on Douxie with you.
Douxie coughed. “Eh...?”
“You’re okay!” You cried, jumping into his arms.
Archie copied you. “Douxie! You brave, foolish boy.”
Douxie groaned. “But everything hurts.”
Claire smiled. “I can't believe you're okay.”
Archie laughed. “Barely! Seems you're the one with nine lives. And don't you ever do that again.”
“Happy you're alive, Teach,” Claire said as the two of you plus Steve helped him up.
“Easy,” Douxie rasped. “I just came back from beyond the grave. But wait, where's Jim? Mordrax's miracles. It seems I've missed a lot.”
“Same, but glad to be back,” Jim said.
Douxie looked around. “What about Arthur?”
“Squished,” Aaarrrgghh grunted.
“Indeed,” Blinky confirmed. “And I'm afraid with their demise, Excalibur...”
“Is right over here!” Toby yelled, racing over to try only for the sword to not even budge. “Okay, I just had to try. It’s kinda fun. Y/n you should try.”
You chuckled. “Thanks, but I’ll pass.” Honestly you just didn’t want to let go of Douxie.
“What of you, Master Jim?” Blinky questioned.
“What?” Jim asked.
You helped Douxie forward. “Jim, Blinky's right. With Arthur gone, someone needs to wield Excalibur.”
“Who better than the Trollhunter?” Claire pointed out.
Jim looked down. “But without the amulet, am I still the Trollhunter?”
“This means nothing, Jim. If I've learned anything, it's that we don't draw strength from magic artifacts like amulets and swords. Our strength is something far less enchanted, but no less special—our friends. We are the protectors of this world. That's why I made the gamble I did: because the only way to stop the Arcane Order and save this world...is to do it together,” Douxie explained.
“Are you sure our Douxie came back from the dead? This one is super sappy,” Claire joked.
“Cheeky,” Douxie said and you all laughed, but you noticed Douxie stopped soon after. “It's time Nari and I got a move on, before the Order catches up.”
Claire frowned. “You're leaving? Already?”
“Yeah, you just finished a whole speech about saving the world together,” Steve reminded, as Douxie, Nari, and Archie got onto the slightly damaged ship.
“Where are you going?” Jim asked, coming up to stand next to you.
“I promised Merlin I'd keep Nari safe, which means taking her far away from here. Don't worry, I'll be seeing you champions of Arcadia soon enough,” Douxie reassured.
“We’ll make sure to visit, we just have to keep moving. Staying in one place too long will give them time to catch up to us,” you added, climbing onto the ship.
“We?” Douxie asked and you took his hands.
You gave a small smile. “Yeah ‘we’. You’re gonna need me.”
“What if you get hurt?”
“We’ll have each other's backs,” You said, petting Archie. “It’s gonna be okay.”
You turned to wave goodbye to your friends and family. It was a bittersweet ending, but like Douxie had said, you would see them again soon.
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Yay! It's done-ish!! I can't wait for the movie so I can finish it!! I really hope y'all enjoyed this series and I can't wait to write more for Douxie. Thank you all so much for your kind comments and I hope y'all will have a fantastic and safe weekend.💙 And happy Halloween!!
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julyarchives ¡ 4 years ago
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Wonderfully Wrong || (A→F)
When you thought your boyfriend Jinho forgot your anniversary it really upset you, but later that night you realized how wrong you were
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→ Pairing: Jinho x Reader
→ Genre: Angst to Fluff
→ Words:  1.5K
→ A/n: Thank you so much @nose-bandaid​ for requesting this, we had a lot of fun writing it and we hope you enjoy  💕
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“ I’ll pick you up at 7pm. Dress nicely ;)”
You’ve read the text from your boyfriend a thousand times by now, and each time you felt butterflies in your stomach.
Today marks 1 year since you started dating Jinho and you two didn’t exactly make any plans, specially because his group has been preparing for a comeback soon, but since he sent that text you couldn’t help but dream about what kind of surprise he was preparing for you. Would he take you to a fancy restaurant? Was it a party? You shivered in anticipation.  
You took your time with your beauty routine, took a long shower with your best scented wash, did a quick facial and took extra care when putting on makeup. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you were feeling pretty confident, with your dress hugging you in all the right curves and killer heels on. Your heart skipped a beat when Jinho texted that he was waiting for you in front of your house.
“Wow” he said as soon as he laid eyes on you, and you just smiled shyly as he pulled you in for a quick kiss “ready?”
You nodded, entering his car.
“So, where are we going?” you asked, trying to not get over excited
“Well, our manager got us in contact with a major music video director, and he’s throwing this party so we can meet him properly.” Jinho smiled sweetly
“Oh” your face fell. Did he forget? “Really? That’s amazing, baby, I’m excited for you!” You couldn’t bring yourself to ask him. You knew how hard he’s been working lately, and maybe sometimes he just didn’t realize what day it is. That didn’t stop the disappointment from taking over you.
“Thank you, baby.” he smiled sweetly “and of course I wanted my girl by my side.”
You forced a fake smile, not trusting yourself with words at the moment. Needless to say, the rest of the ride was awfully silent.
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At the party, Jinho was quick to join his group mates and entertain the guests of their party. You, on the other hand, chose a corner to sit quietly and sip on your champagne glass.
Everyone seemed very excited and chatted happily. Jinho stole some glances at you, smiling charmingly and all you could do was smile back and wave, hoping he would not notice the disappointment in your eyes.
"Hey, Y/N!", you heard Shinwon call you and turned, happy to talk to someone.
"Hi there!", he seemed tired but just as happy as the other members, "how are you enjoying the party so far?".
Shinwon shrugged with a chuckle, "It's really nice but I'm too tired for this", you two laughed. "Jinho didn't say he'd bring you".
"Yeah, I figured. He's working too hard, he's forgetting some things sometimes", you laughed, more self deprecating than you intended.
"Don't go too hard on him, Y/N. He's overworking now because of our comeback. Jinho's doing the best he can for us and for you", he smiled sweetly and nodded at the bar where the other members were, "let's get something to drink and so I can give you back to your boyfriend so he quit the puppy eyes".
At Shinwon's laugh you turned, seeing your boyfriend staring at both of you with curiosity and puppy eyes. You couldn't help but laugh, "Alright", you answered Shinwon and took the lead to the bar.
You got your drink and headed over to Jinho's side, his arm quick to sneak around your waist. "Sorry, I got stuck here. Perks of being the oldest", he whispered in your ear.
He lifted your face with a finger on your chin and smiled apologetically. You could only nod and tell him it was fine, even though you were far from fine.
Excusing yourself from the small group of people, you sat back where you were and sighed into your glass. Not only your boyfriend forgot your anniversary but he also couldn't give you any attention.
Few hours passed and the only company you had was from some occasional member that would walk by and ask about you. Feeling completely ignored by Jinho, you decided to head home and call it a night.
As you got up to search for him, you felt someone reaching out for your hand. 
"Y/N! I managed to get away from them for a while!", Jinho chuckled, "here, let's enjoy some time together!". he extended a glass of champagne in your direction.
"You do realize it has been almost 2 hours, right?", you were more sad than mad at him, feeling forgotten and even unimportant at this point. "You can enjoy the party without worrying about me, I'm leaving".
Jinho's mouth formed an O shape, shocked at your answer. He placed the glasses at the table next to where you were sitting before. "I'm coming with you. Just let me tell the boys", you opened your mouth to tell him off, you didn't need to wait for him a minute longer, but he was faster, "wait in the car. Please".
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You didn't have to wait much and soon enough Jinho was at your side, driving quietly. The feeling of being watched didn't go away for the entire ride but you didn't feel like talking at the moment, so you ignored it.
Jinho parked outside his home, and you looked at him puzzled. As far as you knew, he'd drive you back to your apartment. "I hope you don't mind, I thought we needed some time together tonight".
He awaited your answer silently. You and Jinho were dating for quite a while now and he figured you out almost perfectly, so he knew you were upset. "Of course, let's head inside", you spoke softly, trying to keep what Shinwon said in mind.
The house was all dark, but you could see flickering lights from what looked like candles. You looked back at Jinho, who just nodded, encouraging you to go on and follow it.
“Is there someone in here?” You asked, confused.
“Nope” he giggled. You frowned, instinctively grabbing his hand in yours, no matter how upset you were, the proximity you two had always calmed you down.
Jinho opened the door and led you inside, a path of candles lit up the way to the bedroom. You looked back at him and he only put his hand on your lower back, encouraging you to keep going.
As you got to the room, you heard Jinho clear his throat, nervous. "Y/N…", you moved so he could step in front of the door, facing you. "I know today didn't go as planned. And I know you got upset with the party, I understand".
You opened your mouth but, again, he was faster. "Wait, hear me out", he took your hands in his. "I didn't forget our anniversary. Today just happened to be a really rough day. Everything went wrong but I never meant to upset you, especially today".
"I planned a beautiful evening together but that party was something they came up with today and I couldn't say no. I thought it'd be quicker and that I'd have more time with you but I was wrong. I'm sorry".
Tears started to fall on your face and all your frustration and sadness started to melt away as you looked at Jinho's eyes. "I felt abandoned today, I'm not going to lie to you. But even if you'd forgotten, I'd try to understand, I know things are tougher near a comeback".
Jinho's hands came up to wipe the tears away, his thumb caressing your face softly. "I could never forget something so special". He kissed you gently on the lips, his hands never stopping their movement on your face. "Now, let me show you what I prepared".
The door opened to show you the most beautiful room you've ever seen. It was still just your boyfriend's room but it was lit with candles everywhere, flowers were scattered around the place and the white silk sheets had a basket of fresh fruits and a plate of strawberry chocolate cake, your favorite.
"There's also champagne but I left it in the fridge, in case we got home late. I know you like it very cold", Jinho smiled sweetly at you. You felt tears again but now they were from happiness, all the ther events forgotten.
"It's so beautiful! I love you!", you threw your arms around him, hugging your boyfriend tightly. "I love you", he whispered to you, his arms felt like your safe haven and you started to relax.
Both of you stood like that for a few seconds until you pulled away abruptly, "Oh, no!", you exclaimed. "Y/N? What's wrong?", Jinho scanned your face, worried. "I left in such a hurry that I left my bag at the party! Your gift is in there!".
Jinho laughed, "I'm sure they'll keep it for you". He grabbed your neck and pulled you into a kiss, much more intense than the first one, leaving you breathless. "Come on, let's celebrate!", he pulled you inside the room. You chuckled and followed, giggling at your dream boyfriend, grateful for leaving the party alone.
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16th-cornelia-street ¡ 4 years ago
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just a jumbled mess of stream of consciousness thoughts while listening to folklore: (alos heads up i don’t know any of the song names so i’m just going mostly with the lyrics that stood out to me. but it is mostly in order of the songs as they play out.)
I remember when first listening ot lover thinking how melancholy all th songs were. i don’t feel it as much anymore, it just must have been my state of mind at the time. but listening to the first two songs of folklore i’m getting that feeling again and i don’t feel its going to go away. haven’t listened to rest of this ,but hte wishing and longing for htings to go back to how they were seems like its going to be the theme of this album
song after american dynasty gave me chills. that guys voice: beautiful.
same song gives me vibe of this is last time on red, which is a good song, couple having conversation about not listening to each othe rand feeling like neithe is being heard and thngs are falling apart. its my sisters favorite song on that album wonder how she’ll feel about this one.
mirror ball song makes me think of that dress she wore to award show for lover. and remember when joe and taylor posted that wine photo i wonder if thats the day they were working together on the song peopel theorize he worked with her on.
because i like to crazy theorize what if the three love sotry is about forbidden love stories both taylor and the cowriter had not together but with other people. i’m just in writing mode so creating all kinds of wild theories.
mirror ball also gives vibes of miss americana how she just wnats to be liked and shows various aspects of herself ot be accepted and the ball showing the viewer various aspects of themselves reminds me of how the fans talk about seeing themselves in her writing, parts they didn’t know aobut or parts tehy don’t show others. how they see thsemlves in her songs so in a way she is a mirorball to her fans not just her lovers.
folksong song sounds like a first love childhood before the singer learned to what was proper and accepted how to act like a “lady” back when her love was wild adn free pacing up her dolls and swaeter (cardigan) so they could run away together and be free in teh way they wanted to be. 
sometimes its easier to talk about aspects of ourslves by putting on othe people on othe stories slipping in fiction with truth so no one knows what was real or imagined (august)
august gives me back to december vibes.
man taylors vocals this album just i’m so speeechless so many ways she’s never sung before, a new side of her and her vocals so haunting nad beaitiful and breathy its enchanting. i don’t know how to describe it.
it doesn’t have ot be an affair to feel this way to feel like the perosn you’ve broken up with is someone you’ll never find agan never feel that way agin with who created worlds with you and then tears them all apart hwne they leave you.
invisible string i take it this is from male perspective talking about a girl and not realizing at time tehy liked you back and finding connnection years later. that yes they did like you.
gold string and dive bars gives me reputation feels.
really liking all the instrumentals in teh scong calm and soothing of course becauase thats the theme but i like that taylor changes up her sound each album not alwaysa rocky or poop or coutnry, its nice ot get the narrative beauty that is taylor but have the story told in different genres, if you will
when i saw that hte album was explicit i was like taylor is going to say the f word and when she id i was not ready for it espcialy with teh full sentence i think she said of mouth-f so ya that was boht unexpected and jarring and...wow, taylor. when you decide to use that word you go all in. good for you.
madwoman seems like sequal to the man. the man’s “crazy” sister
does he beat kind of pick up at the end of madwoman, either i was getting anxiety or the beat picks up when its just the insturmentals to give it a kind fo manic feeling
ther is a lot of mention fo dead nd peopel wishing someone was dead and funeral.s are you okay taylor. i just need to chck in with you.
the song about the soldier is giving me soon you’ll get better and will probably end up being the song i skip the most like all taylors songs about her mom becuause i can’t always handle those  feels.
betty’s garden. james girl drives up in car talk abou summer i was thinking august the whole tiem that maybe this song is tied to august song liek she said three songs tie togtehr in love triangle so that confirms it so is the third song the one about running away togetehr with suitcase of dolls and sweaters?
idk why as soon as i saw taylor message about love triangles i didn’t think the usual he loves her but she loves him, i was thinking he loves her and she loves her and she loves him. like a circle but it guess th twoudln’t amek ti a triangle then. but was totally thinking forbiddne and secret love and not realizing that she actaully liked you while you wer in love with her best friend. idk. i’m a mess.
sometimes i when i listen to taylor i think her voice hasn’t changed i listen to old songs and they basically sound the same but this album you really get to see her range and a new side of her voclas and tones and its nice ot hear the old and new together working togteher to make this album. 
okay this song cardigen is giving me vibes but then thers is the laughter at the end that pervades the cardigan song so betty garden seems tied to that.
bety garden is like book when he arrived at party at end its like ia rrived at your paryt i ws like what what di she say how did she react.i need to know.
 idk i just rally like this album i know its different in a good way and its really i really like the storyteller in me is squeeling.
brittle heart seems like a mess of phrases when first impresion but listening closer but its like youre trying searhcing for he word prhase thing syou need to say finding the right words finding the right combinaton of words either your own or someone else’s to get them to listen to hear you to accept you and let you be a part of their life.
hoax started and i knew it was the last song and it jsut felt like thigs wre getting starrted and alreayd its over. i’m not ready for it to be over. play it again sam.
edit; like this wasn’t long enough, here are more jumbled notes from the second listen.
unrequited love. missed opportunities. young love. mistakes taht could never be fixed.
what happesn when you take out all the prhases that seem out of place, like kissed two girls and lost the one. later in teh story you find out about james and him doing that and it seems like a hint taht he lost betty.
be a friend to all be afriend to none also seems out of palce seesm like taylor speaking from hr own experience
i can’t tell how much of this is narrative insertion? is that the word. and how much of it is just the narrative.
cardigan really feels lke this is betty’s song when he left for the summer and ruined everything.
he did come back to her but i don’t know feels like it might have been too late but maybe not. mixed readings on this one.
dynasty is a bop and i have many thoughts on it like that i love rebecca she is my life goals.
also get black widow vibes from her when couple dynasty with mad woman and teh idea that waht happend to the dog might have happened to her husband.
do you tay, you do you. ruin everything ebcause evertyhing is already ruined and its time they realized that and that its not really your fault.
not really any woman’s fault. 
some of the songs seem like they are about othe poeple but then likewith  lemony snicket it feels liek teh narrator is telling his own story in his own words or through the characters.
the couple fight song gives me miss americana nad heartbreak proince both as a romance and the current state of our country
ricochet what is that jumbled instrumental jazz mess that happeesn after the first mention fo her tears
sweet tea does it mention braids idk it just keeps giving me vibes of two girls in love but that could be because i’ve been on a supercorp writing stint.
the insturmentals just take you to another plane of existence
mentions a girl and talks about guys she gives their babies present (strign song) don’t know what to make of this song. gives me many feelings and so much to unpack
where is centenial parrk and do they ahve a yogurt stand there where someone worked. it makes me wonder if songs about not realizing how many times your paths crossed with someone utnil the moment you finally collide and have your first official encounter
mad woman almost seems like its tied to american dynasty hinting at the reasons she went mad after her husband died
when i heard mouth f*ck in madwoman i had teh same reaction as i did when i heard taylor sing “only bought this dress so you could take it off” in dress. adn i am reminded yet again, our girl is growing up. is grown up. she says fu and everything.
betty’s gardne mentions being 17 and not knowing anything and in cardigent we were young and they said we don’t know anything like she was calling BS on his excuse. you knew exactly what you were doing
btrittle heart maybe its like snatches of conversations memoires of meoments togteher things that were said that wer promised that weren’t said things you wanted to say
hoax mentions number one bringing it all back to the first song
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endlessbrokenthoughts ¡ 5 years ago
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/Blinded Love\
Kim Woojin🐻
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There was times like these that you loved you best friend Woojin too much. Your shift had just ended and let me tell you ther ain had not stopped ever since you walked out, but as you were reaching down to close the shutter of the shop your phone dinged.
Woojin🐻: Stay where you are i’ll collect you <3
you laugh at the use of emojis Woojin used. For a man who had a wealthy family and kept up with the latest use of i phones he still never knew how to use the emoji keyboard.
After a quick reply back saying a thank you and okay, you stood there. The passing sounds of cars and the night lights blurred your vision, it was peaceful.
“Get in loser” You heard Woojin shout over the pouring rain, smiling over at you, you pull your hoodie over your head and ran to the car too which woojin was pushing the door open for you as he leaned across the passengers side.
“Oh Woojin thank you so much!” You beam at him as you shake your head a bit before glancing over at him.
“Tha’ts what besties are for am i right?” He laughs and starts back up the car and before you know it your driving off.
That’s right. Best friends. That’s what ye were. Ever since he helped you pick up your barbies that those mean girls threw away 18 years ago.
You give a small laugh, not knowing what to do in this situation. Because the love of your life was simply blinded by your love towards him.
. . . . 
“Well did you tell him yet?” Chan had chirped behind you as his hands made their way around your shoulders. Closing your locker with a sigh Chans face fell. Every Monday this happened, Chan would come up and ask if you told Woojin your undying love for him but you always chickened out.
“No Chan” You sigh as your grip your books harder to your chest.
“Honeslty Y/N if you dont tell Woojin then im going to te-” But Chans quickly quite as your hand covers his mouth.
“Did you just lick my hand?”You throw a hand at him as you wipe the aplm of your hand off his jumper.
“Im not letting this go y/n, im going to science ill see you at lunch.” He gives you a quick high five before hes running through the crowd of students who were also pushing and shoving.
. . . . . . 
After your four periods of classes its fianlly time for lunch were you sat with all the boys, closing your locker door after getting your books, your heart jumps out of your chest as woojin stands there leaning aganist another locker enxt to yours, just like always a bright smile is on his face.
“Well hello there” Woojin says as he throws a hand over your shoulder and oushing you into his chest, you quickly blush at the sudden contact between you and Wooojin but its gone just as fast as it came.
“im sooooo hungry” He says as he practially drags you to the cafertiera, maybe i should tell him today? 
Wait maybe not its a school day?
“Woojin slow down your legs are too long” You complain as your school bag falls off your shoulder. He laughs at your clusmyness but is quick to help you with your books that youw ere holding in your arms.
“No Seungmin there my pokemon cards give them back to me!” Felix cries out as you sit down ext to him, his hands flying everywehre are he gives out to Seungmin who seems to be unbothered just sitting there casually drinking his boba drink.
“Okay and I told you I dont know where they are” Seungmin replys back. Felix groans his head falling onto your shoudler.
“Ahh Y/n noona hes so mean give out to him.” Felix says as he picks up his banna milk.
“Seungmin buys Felix new pokemon cards” You say to the unbothered boy across from you.
“No”
“yes”
“N-”
“Okay felix during the weekend we can go out and Ill buy you knew pokemon cards oaky” You give the boy a sweet smile in which he yells out a quick yes of happnies.
“Y/N you want anything?” Woojin says as he points to the line at the top of the cafertia.
“Ehmmm surpirse me” You sweetly say, a smile grows on Woojins face as he practailly skips over to the line with other students.
“Your literally eye raping him” Chan eye rolls as he sits down across from Felix.
“Dont roll your eyes at me Christopher” You argue to him as he just laughs before taking a bite into his sandwich.
After a couple of minutes of the boys fighting playfully and occisoanl jokes Woojin finally takes a place next to you. Handing you your y/f/f and a carton of strawberry milk (or at kind I’m sorry).
“Thank you woojinnie” you say as you give him a quick side hug, somehow when you turned back to talk to the boys Woojin was frozen In his space from the small interaction that somehow warmed his heart.
Your conversation with Hyunjin ended ye we’re talking about that science test you took last Friday and how you did so bad in it. Turning your head your eyebrows furrow as you look at Woojin.
A prominent frown settled on his face, eyes glaring at the screen below him. He seemed pissed.
“You okay?” You whisper over to him as the rest of the table went on with there talking. Leaning over to him you notice that someone seemed to be sending a very angry message as everything was in capital letters.
Woojin looks up quickly and his phone was quickly shoved into his back pocket. You frown at this. Since when was Woojin secretive.
“So woojin hows Irene?” Jisung chirps in, taking a big bite of his rice, the whole table falls quite as everyone stares at eachother.
Irene?
Who the hell was irene?
“U-uh” Woojin stutters as he looks over at you, his heart broke as he seen your face you looked so heartbroken.
Everything was too loud, the thumping sound of your heart being the only thing you could hear at that moment.
Chan’s quick to notice and comes up with an excuse for you to leave.
“Hey remeber that project we have yeah let’s go now!” He starts and before you know it your being dragged out of the cafeteria your eyes still on Woojin.
He has a girlfriend?
. . . .
Days have passed since you last seen anyone. Days since you last texted Woojin but definitely not since he texted you.
‘Are you okay’
‘Why aren’t you talking to me’
‘Did I do something’
Yes you broke my heart. But you clearly didn’t reply to them.
‘Why are you acting as if we’re in a relationship.’ Sent at 02:35am
That one had got you, you always taught Woojin had at least an idea of the fact you loved him. But at this point you knew this boy was absolutely blinded.
Knock! Knock!
Growing you roll off your bed before throwing a jumper over your head and making your way to the front door.
Your hand turns the knob of the door before it’s rudely pushed open and in walks Woojin.
“Listen I don’t know what your problem is but talk to me! Please” He angrily says as he runs his hands through his messy hair making it even messier.
“I don’t kno-“ you start but your startled once Woojin kicks the side of the couch placed on the left of him, you jump at the sudden action completely taking back by everything that’s happening.
“Your in love with Chan aren’t you?” He says
You almost laugh at him.
“What no woojin?” You shake your head at the thought.
“THEN WHAT IS IT, DONT YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND ANYMORE?” His voice raises again as he seems to get no answer from you.
“No woojin I don’t want to be your friend an-“
“WHY Y/N GOVE ME A GOOOD EXPLA-“
"CANT U SEE IT WOOJIN" I shouted at him my eyes tearing up, woojins eyes widned at me as i shouted at him clearly taken back.
"CANT U SEE THAT IM IN LOVE WITH YOU"
There’s silence.
"for so, so long your my best friend, and you always read me so well but for once your blinded by this,over and over you chose someone else over me when im the one who truley cares for you “ You look down at the wooden floor beneath yo
"you have no idea how many troubles I went through just because I simply can’t shake off the fact I love you. Yet you talk about your newest hookup to me contanslty, I’m always with Chan because he encourages me to tell you how I feel. Don’t you see how i hesitate everytime you ask me who I like, its because it was always you Woojin, i never liked Chan or that guy Soobin who asked me to formal I only told you taught so i could put your mind on ease. I was always so tempted to tell you, but i know you dont care you never will. You never did.” You finish
I look up at Woojin, tears flowing out of my eyes but as my eyes met his,his face said enough about your confession and he simply left.
You stood there in disbelief, your front door being slammed shut cut you out of your day dreaming. Woojin just walked out after you confessed to him. Because it was simply the only thing he was good at.
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cetoddle-archive ¡ 1 year ago
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also i got lots and lots of compliments on my outfit today and they were able to fix my necklace! i only wanted the big knot out but they fixed the other ones for me too and even cleaned it and for some reason they didn’t even charge me !! and i got my book ! yayyy
#successful day 😎👍🏻#also the part for my car arrived..now i just have 2 wait on my f*ther to replace it for me..#anyways#i didn’t even wanna get up out of bed today but i had to cause i had therapy and u know what#i ended up having a pretty good day -w-#i didn’t get to talk 2 the cute barista at starbucks but..whatever#but! i did end up dressing up a little and i felt so cute today and got lots of compliments which was nice#and i got all my shopping done and had fun..#im still surprised they fixed and cleaned my necklace and didn’t charge me..#i asked abt it and the guy said not to worry abt it and to just come back again sometime *wink*#and i said okay :D and left and then tripped on the curb outside when i was leaving#i’m not exactly in the market for fine jewelry and hopefully my necklace won’t implode on itself again at least for a while so..i probably#will not be going back anytime soon#i did kinda wanna ask if i could have like my ring size measured but i was too shy to ask#the guy behind the counter was kinda cute and very nice and i didn’t wanna bug him so i just sat and waited for my necklace ;-;#i don’t even wear rings im just curious#uhmm. what else. i got some ingredients to make cookies tonight :3#it was nice to have a good day for once -w- i just hope this isn’t a bad omen that things are about to get super fucked#im not trying to be negative!! but it is a genuine pattern in my life that whenever i have a good day or things go well for a bit#that means something disastrous is looming around the corner#i guess we’ll see :’)#snow.txt
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violentmouths ¡ 6 years ago
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Catch Me
It was precisely, 1:30 p.m and you were dozing off from English class. You didn't hate English class, it was Mr. Knumble who made it unbearable; he spoke incredibly slow and he'd usually go off topic. You looked around to find everyone doing the same as you; slowly passing out. Everyone that is, except for him. Yes, him; Catch Porter. He's forever paying attention! Absorbing every word Mr. Knumble says, taking notes every ten seconds, he loved English.
You couldn't really put a finger on Catch, he was usually quiet and kept to himself. His mother usually dressed him from what you heard. But no one has ever seen his mother or even knew who she was! Everyone found him as the key to success when it came to school and he'd help them too! But no one knew Catch like you did, and he tried so hard to keep you from telling anyone in the school. He wasn't ready to tell anyone, not yet.
The class bell rang; class was finally over. You sighed in relief, picking up your bag and putting your things inside. "Ah, ah, ah. The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do." Mr. Knumble informed, but Catch didn't listen, he still walked out and disappeared down the hall. You smirked; you had an idea. Gently moving your (h/c) hair out of your face. Boy, was Catch in for something. Once class was dismissed, you went looking for Catch in the hall. But he was nowhere to be found. "I'll look for him later." You said to yourself, going outside since school was finally over. Everyone walked outside, all going their separate ways. Either going home or to have fun.
Your friends said their goodbyes to you as they went home, while you stayed behind to look for Catch, who was standing by the entrance of the school. Catch wore khakis and a blue button up shirt that had little white fish on it. He had on these glasses and only took them off when he got out of school. You smirked before walking up to him, "hey, Catch" you called out, Catch turned to look at you, he took off his glasses and gave you the worried puppy eyes. He always did that and it made you smile like a Cheshire cat; knowing he was gonna let have your way with him.
"So you did wait for me" you said putting your hands on your hips, Catch licked his lips in frustration. "I was actually waiting for my mom" Catch replied, putting his glasses in his pocket and looking around. You rolled his eyes and shook your head, "I'm hungry" you cooed, Catch sucked his teeth "then go home and eat" he said sternly.
"No, you feed me"
"Why do I gotta feed you?"
"Because I love it when you feed me."
"I don't have money."
"Yes you do, you also made some last night."
Catch looked down, he stuffed his hands in his pockets before looking at the sky. "Fine, let me go change. Meet me at McDonald's in an hour." Catch said backing up, still looking at you "if ya ass ain't there, then ya get no food." Catch added, his voice went from gentle and monotone to loud, filled with slang and profanity. But you loved it! You laughed siliently before walking to McDonald's.
It had been half an hour and you were sitting in McDonald's waiting for Catch to arrive. You pulled out your phone and went through your contacts, scrolling down to 'Catch' and pressing on his name, his name took you straight to messages. "Where the hell are you?" You wrote, before you hit send, someone sat down infront of you, he was wearing a black leather jacket with and a white tshirt under, their jeans were dark blue and they had black Converse.
You looked them up and down, marveling their high cheek bones, their strong chin. But what got you the most was their beautiful eyes.
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You smiled, continuing to look at the person infront you."You clean up nice, Catch" you joked, Catch rolled their eyes, "Haha, very funny." Catch groaned, getting up from infront of you and walking towards the menu. You got up from your seat and stood next to him, looking at the menu "hurry up and order something." Catch quickly said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. You ordered your favorite food and waited for Catch to order his food. Once you both got your food you ate in silence.
You couldn't keep silent anymore, you were sitting infront of the cutest guy in school. "So, what are you gonna do for tonight?" You said, taking a bite of your burger, Catch rolled his eyes. "Can we not talk about this? Like, geez." Catch growled, you giggled in delight "Not my fault you're a cam boy." You said holding your hands up in defense. Catch put his food in his bag and walked out of the restaurant. You put your food in the bag and hurried after him.
You watched Catch get in a car and sit in the driver seat. Without asking you got in the car and sat in the passenger seat. "Did I hurt your feelings?" You cooed, Catch just sucked his teeth and started up the car. You didn't know why calling Catch a cam boy upsetted him so much; it was his occupation. A price he paid for, "get in the back." Catch mumbled, You put a hand to your ear, "Sorry, didn't hear you ther-" "Get in the back!" Catch yelled, you immediately listened to his demand, you got out the car and got in the back seat with Catch following you.
"Remove your pants." Catch demanded, you obeyed, quickly unbuttoning your pants. "Never took you for an exhibitionist, Catch." You snickered, unzipping your fly, "shut up, come sit on my lap." Catch instructed, pulling down his pants to free his cock; it was what you were teasing him for this entire time; his big, thick cock. It was a bottomless well, something about seeing his dick out like this just drove you insane!
Thank god his car windows were tinted.
You crawled over to him as he spread his legs. You could feel his fingers snaking under your (f/c) shirt. Catch pulled down your pants more as you sat on his lap. He brought you closer by pushing on your back, making you lean into him as he kissed your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, slowly bringing your hands into his hair. Grabbing as much as you could, recieving a little moan out of him. "Y/n," Catch trailed off, breaking the kiss." Do you need a little foreplay?" He asked after, you smiled into his neck "What do you think?" You giggled.
Catch slid his hands down your back, he rubbed your legs before circling a finger around your entrance, you shuddered at the touch which made Catch chuckle "hey," he said, giving your ass a tap "This is what you wanted." And he was right, you wanted him so badly! And he wasn't even yours or anybody else's either. Catch later on slipped a finger into your pussy making you arch your back "Catch, just do it already." You whined, but he wasn't going to listen. He kept on fingering you slowly, making you want him more and more! The suspension was killing you.
You needed him inside of you!
"Catch" you trailed off, Catch grabbed your face to make you look at him. "Please." You moaned, causing Catch to smile "Say it." He demanded, you shook your head; you didn't want to beg. Catch moved your head around "Say it" he said sternly.
You sighed, you couldn't believe you were going to do this, you brought your (e/c) eyes to his lip, which he biting to point where it started to bleed. "Catch, fuck me!" You begged, moving your hips in circular movements around Catch's finger. You never thought you'd have to do that but you did. Catch smiled as he threw his head back, he brought it up right after to look at you again "Ya know that made me hard, right?" He chuckled. You rolled your eyes at his remark. But Catch always kept his word.
You could feel his thick cock pressing against your entrance "Buckle up honey bunny," he trailed off, slowly pushing the head of his cock into your pussy, your lips parted as you felt him inch into you more and more. The pleasure was starting to build up. "You're about to go for a ride!" He whispered into your ear, slipping into you completely and catching you by surprise. You gasped at how fast he went in, but it wasn't over yet. Catch loved to start off slow, teasing you, making you want him even more!
The sloppy sounds, the panting was all that could be heard in the car. Catch's cock slipping in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You were losing your mind! "Say something, (Y/n)." Catch grunted thrusting into you harder than before, causing you to moan "Like, what?" You moaned in his ear. Catch grabbed a handful of your hair as he kissed your neck "Tell me what I want to hear" he groaned, grabbing your ass "Y-You're so strong Catch!" You moaned, getting louder, Catch leaned his head back to look at you better. Your face was completely flushed and your eyes held nothing but complete lust.
Catch lifted up your shirt and bra to look at your breasts, he quickly put one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. You yelped as you dug your nails into his shoulders, "You're such a man!" You moaned louder as Catch began to gently squeeze your breasts. You were drowning in pleasure and so was he. You were both at your peak, but you couldn't stop! "Catch I-" you were cut off by Catch crashing his lips against yours as he thrusted deeper into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck. The kiss, the thrusting, as well as the breast squeezing made you both come all over Catch's pants. The two of you panted, looking deep into each others eyes, you laid your head on his shoulder.
"Jesus, I needed that." Catch said rubbing the back of his head, but you didn't respond to him, your legs were shaking out of control as you drifted to sleep. Catch rubbed your back before throwing his head back again "alright, sleep on me I guess." He said rubbing your head, "C-Catch?" You whispered, "hmm?" He hummed, still rubbing your back. "Are there going to be other places we fuck at?" You asked, Catch stopped rubbing your back and chuckled.
"Where else do you have in mind?"
***
Told ya I was gonna use Owen as one of my characters in a book, his name is Seneschal (Sen-a-shall) "Catch" Porter. He got into camming by thinking of it as a joke at first but later on gains an audience, only you know his secret. I can write more of this if ya want. . .
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rulesofthebeneath ¡ 6 years ago
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black coffee (ajay x f!mc, part 3 of A Series)
<AN> Hey guys! I finally finished writing part 3! Thanks for ur patience :3. Here are links to part 1 and part 2 if you haven’t read them or want a refresher, since it’s been a WHILE. Thanks to my co-author @lilmissperfectlyimperfect!! </AN>
Monday, at lunch, Ajay pointedly arrived late so that he had a good excuse not to sit next to Grace. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her anymore—in fact, his heart heart more than ever whenever he caught a glimpse of her—it was just that he knew better now than to think she’d end up with him. He’d somehow managed to dodge her texts all weekend, and he missed her more than ever. But he couldn’t let himself feel that way about her, not anymore. Not now that he’d seen her and Rory together. He had to admit to himself that Rory would be much better for Grace than he would.
His fears were only reinforced when he finally made it to the cafeteria and found Rory sitting in the spot he usually took next to Grace, telling her something that was making her laugh so hard her cheeks were turning red. Ajay felt sadness wash over him at seeing them together, but resigned himself to sitting with his friends at the table. He knew better than to isolate himself from a group of friends that cared as much as these ones did.
He sat down in just enough time to miss the end of Rory’s story: a small mercy. Grace smiled at him from across the table.
“Hey, Ajay! We were wondering when you’d get here.”
Against all his intentions, his heart leapt in his chest. Just the idea of her missing him, of wishing he were there, made his heart beat faster.
“I just had to talk to a teacher for a second. How was everyone’s morning?”
The group talked animatedly, each person seemingly having an interesting story about their morning classes or about the night before. Ajay let all the conversation surround him, and for a brief moment he was able to convince himself that this was okay. That he didn’t miss Grace, didn’t remember exactly how her lips had felt against his, didn’t want to hold her hand.
He took a swig of the black coffee he had poured into a bottle, and winced at the taste. He hated black coffee, but it was the only way he was going to be able to get himself through the day. He hadn’t gotten very much sleep, up all night intermittently doing work and trying to figure out how to win Grace back. He hadn’t come up with much.
He was pulled sharply back into reality when he saw Rory wrap an arm around her.
The first thing he noticed was how uncomfortable she looked. She kept glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. Rather than leaning up against Rory as she might have, she stayed stiff and as far away from him as she could get. To his credit, Rory quickly noticed that and withdrew his arm, whispering a quick apology that she waved away.
Ajay felt a bright spark of hope in his chest. Maybe all hope wasn’t lost. He tapped Grace’s hand to get her attention, and was just opening his mouth to ask her something—ask her what, he wasn’t sure—when a girl he recognized from his drama class suddenly walked up to the table and started talking.
“Hey! Rory and Grace, right?”
Grace looked shocked, but Rory smoothly introduced himself.
“Yeah, that’s us! What’s up?”
“Oh my god,” the girl gushed, “I saw you guys in the play! The Enchanted Kingdom! You did so great!”
“Wow, thanks!” Grace said, shaking off her surprise. “That’s so great to hear. You know, our director, Ajay, is right ther–”
She was cut off by the girl. “Rory, you and Grace had so much chemistry! I felt like I was actually watching the knight and the princess falling in love. You guys have to be actually dating! You are, right?”
To Ajay’s horror, Grace didn’t say anything. Her face turned red, and she stuttered, but no coherent words came out.
She must be embarrassed… it’s clear from earlier, when she shrugged Rory off, that she didn’t want everyone to know they were dating he realized. His heart sank, and he could only stare at the table.
***
Grace could only watch helplessly as the cafeteria spun.
Me and Rory? Together? No way, we’re just best friends.
She wanted to say it so badly, but she just couldn’t get the words out.
“Um, I… it’s not um. It’s not… like that?” she finally managed to stutter, but the girl completely disregarded her, especially when Rory turned to Grace.
“Well, y’know, I was actually meaning to ask you about that,” he said.
Grace’s eyes widened in shock.
“What?!”
Grace whipped her head around to look at Ajay, who wouldn’t meet her gaze. Then, all of a sudden, he grabbed his books and walked right out of the cafeteria. Grace watched him leave for a second before she turned to Rory, terrified of whatever it was he was going to say next.
Obviously seeing the panic in her eyes, Rory backed off again.
“No, we’re not dating. We’re just best friends.” he clarified, and the girl’s face fell.
“Aw, well you would make a cute couple. Too bad.” She walked away, finally, and Grace remembered how to breathe. She turned again to Rory.
“Rory, we’re going to talk about this later,” she said with a shake in her voice. Then she slung her backpack over her shoulder and ran out of the cafeteria after Ajay.
She found him leaning against a locker, but the second he heard her footsteps he turned away and started down the hallway away from her.
“Ajay!” she called after him, but he only sped up.
“Ajay, it’s not what you think it was!” He didn’t listen.
Her eyes filled with tears as she watched him walk down the hallway. At the end he turned to enter a classroom on the left and they made eye contact for a brief moment. He shook his head, then walked into the classroom, slamming the door shut behind him with an air of finality.
Grace’s knees couldn’t keep her up. She backed up against a locker and slid to the ground, barely able to contain her tears.
God, I’m such an idiot! Why didn’t I say anything? Oh god, he must think something’s going on with me and Rory… oh my god.
Thoughts raced through her head at full speed, and tears streamed down both of her cheeks when she couldn’t keep them in anymore. Erin found her like that five minutes later.
“Oh, Grace. Come here.”
Erin pulled her into a hug.
“What happened there?”
“I… um…” Grace’s voice shook even more and she sniffed. “It’s a lot.”
“You want to tell me after school? I can drive you home, we can talk about it privately.”
Grace nodded, then accepted another hug from Erin before getting up as the bell rang to mark the end of lunch. Erin guided her to class with an arm wrapped around her shoulder as Grace hastened to regain control over herself, regulating her breathing and wiping the tears off her face.
Somehow she got through the next two periods until she was able to climb into the passenger seat of Erin’s car. She distracted herself by turning the dial through different radio stations, but once Erin was on the main road everything started coming out.
“A… a few weeks ago, I guess, Ajay asked me out.”
Erin’s eyes widened, but she said nothing.
“We went to go get coffee, and it was a really nice time. And I’d had a crush on him for the whole show, so I was really surprised that he liked me back. We went out a couple more times, and we studied together on Thursday and we like, kissed and everything. I really thought he was into me.”
She took a second to breathe, and Erin cut in.
“Wow, that’s crazy. I mean I saw you guys both making heart eyes at each other across the auditorium, but I didn’t know this was going on. I think I get why he stormed out of the cafeteria now.”
“Well, yeah, with that girl and Rory just saying things the way they did,” she grumbled. “I don’t know why I just couldn’t say that Rory and I weren’t together, I guess I was too surprised. And then what he said… I knew Rory had a crush on me earlier this year but I guess I just… hoped he was over it. I really didn’t want to have that discussion right then, and especially not right in front of Ajay.”
“Yeah, I get that. He definitely put you on the spot there.”
“He did. I guess… I’m gonna have to talk to him about it when he gets home. I might just wait outside of his house.”
“Good plan. And Grace,” she hesitated. “Ajay can be really insecure, especially when it comes to relationships. I’m sure you’ve noticed. He’s just really paranoid about getting his heart broken again. So please, try and talk to him about it?”
Grace thought it over.
“I… I wish I could, Erin. But I don’t know. It seemed really obvious today that he’s not interested in me anymore, especially because he didn’t even say anything when that girl thought Rory and I were together. He wouldn’t even listen to what I said. I don’t think he’ll listen to me again.”
Erin’s jaw tightened, and she stared straight ahead onto the road.
“I’m gonna kick his ass,” she mumbled, mostly to herself. Rather than respond, Grace just pretended she didn’t hear.
She had no idea how their friend group could ever return to normal after this. Erin dropped her off a few minutes later, and after thanking her, Grace made a beeline to Rory’s house. She didn’t see his car in the driveway yet, so she sat on his porch.
***
It only took five minutes until Grace saw his car pull into the driveway. After a bit longer than usual, he got out and approached her. She started to talk,
“Rory, I’m so-”
He shook his head. “No, Grace, you don’t have anything to apologize for. I’m the one who should be sorry, for telling you something like that with everyone around. I should’ve waited to ask you about it in private.”
“I… it’s okay, Rory. I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t like you that way. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Grace.” He gave her a sad smile. “I’m strong, I’ll get over it. It was just a little crush.”
“Okay. Thanks, Rory.” She gave him a quick hug before leaving to let herself into her house as the bus rolled up and her twin got out.
***
Later that night, Grace was struggling to focus on her homework. She watched her phone, and each time the screen lit up she hoped it was Ajay. She wanted him to just listen to her, or maybe to text her and say he was sorry, or just anything. She had texted him once:
Grace: Hey, can you call me? I wanted to explain about today.
But she waited all night, and he never responded.
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cherry3point14 ¡ 6 years ago
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CAN’T GET NO SATISFACTION | CHAPTER 1
DESCRIPTION: You are VP of Sales for a company with stores and major distribution links across the country and your executive assistant, and only real friend, is leaving. A temp is brought in to replace her, on probation, for you try him out. Of course, nobody told you that it was a him, or that his name was Dean Winchester, or that you’d want to try him out.
A/N: This is an office AU basically from this post. Yep, it’s all a setup for that joke.
[Dean x Reader. Characters: Dean, Reader, OFC Words: 2,477. Warnings: a couple of bad words that’s it I think. Mostly pining and eventual fluff]
Ao3 link if you prefer. Series Masterlist
Most days you loved your job. You loved the variety of visiting clients all over your corner of the country, you loved the moment you saw them change their minds because of you and you loved inspiring your teams. Some people were made for jobs like this and you were one of them, nothing quite gave you a thrill like making a sale or teaching someone else how to. It’s just, as Vice President of Sales for the east coast, you made pretty big sales.
Of course, the job had its drawbacks. Meetings that tested your ability to stay awake in the face of unending boredom. Reports so dull that you were sure your eyes might bleed. Not to mention the hours. Responsibility for the biggest sales region meant your hours were rarely nine to five. Honestly, Dolly Parton had no idea how good she had it.
It was fine, obviously. You earned more than enough to account for your hours and over the years you’d curated a good team, every one of them dependable and hardworking. You appreciated the hell out of them and you made sure they knew it.
That’s what made it so difficult to watch one of them leave.
You knew you couldn’t keep Maddy forever. You wished you could, obviously, she had been the best assistant you’d ever had. Constantly trying to impress you, she hadn’t needed to try so hard, she was pretty impressive as it was. Always here before you, left after you, never questioned your hours and pretty much made sure your life ran like clockwork. Unfortunately, she was smart as a whip so after two years you couldn’t ignore her potential anymore and a year after that she was moving on.  
“We all know why we’re here,” you held a plastic champagne flute in your manicured hand and looked over at your favorite employee, well, your friend. “Maddy, the traitor, is defecting to the dangerous world of marketing, leaving us and the field teams scrambling. God knows how many of us will end up at the wrong airport without her reminder emails.” You let your bright, office smile melt into something more genuine, “Mads, I couldn’t be more serious when I say I don’t know what I’ll do without you. But I’m so proud of you and I can’t wait to see you bust your way through that new team of yours until we’re working side by side.”
Everyone shares a collective ‘aww’ as you raise your glass in the air and finish with, “go get ‘em Mads!”
After your surrounding team has mumbled her name and taken a drink she finds herself trapped by people offering some personal congratulations and you find yourself leaning against her desk, watching everyone fawn over her. You’re the boss after all, as friendly as your staff might be with you none of them, save Maddy, were actually your friends. You didn’t have time for friends, which might be why her leaving hits you a little harder than you’d thought it would. For the amount of time you were forced together, she’s genuinely become more than an employee.
You linger a few minutes before you slip back inside your office. She was the woman of the hour and she needed to shake every hand and receive every hug. You, however, had a new product pitch that had to be finished before you could even think about leaving for the day.
“Knock, knock. Miss Y/L/N?”
Looking up you see the woman of the hour standing there, a smile on her face and rosy cheeks, you assume from the amount of champagne you’ve seen everyone pour for her.
You lean back and fold your arms over your chest with feigned annoyance on your face, “excuse me, is that how I asked you to address me?”
She laughs at you but doesn’t make any move to come further into your space, she knows not to disturb when you’re trying to work, “so bossy since you stopped being my boss.”
You return your eyes to the screen with a smile. “Stop getting ahead of yourself. You still work for me till Monday. I can’t be expected to brief your replacement. I have absolutely no idea how to run my own life.”
Maddy doesn’t let her own smile waver but her voice turns serious, “you going to have time for one more drink tonight?”
Your sigh alone should be answer enough but you look away from the letters that are turning fuzzy in front of you to apologize properly, “I’m sorry. If this isn’t done tonight then… well, it has to be done tonight. Besides aren’t those lot taking you out?”
She nods having worked for you long enough to understand. “They want to, but I told them my dragon of a boss needs me in early tomorrow to train her newbie. I think they’re planning on ruining me tomorrow night instead.”
“Oh, that’s considerate of them.” You're fine with that, you understand why you're not invited and you're not sure if you'd want to even go. Nobody want's to party with the boss and you don't want to be the person who turns the evening awkward. 
“I thought so too. You need anything else before I head home?” Even with half a bottle of bubbles in her, you can tell the question is genuine. If you asked her to go and photocopy something right this second you knew she would.
You shake your head, “get out of here before I have to fire you. I’m a big girl, I can call my own car,” you wink playfully, “for once.”
His phone rings out its alarm and he groans into his pillow in response. Five fucking AM. He hated five AM and everything it stood for. He hated that his new job required him to see this time in the morning but, it was a considerable jump in pay and an opportunity to get out of being a goddamn temp.
And if there’s one thing he hated more than five AM, it was temping.
He had his morning routine down to a fine art. Shower, coffee, clothes. Always the same order, always out the door in twenty minutes.
What he hadn’t counted on was problems on the F train.
He’s forty-five minutes late when he shows up, including the night guard still sitting at front desk not being able to find his building pass, but his jaw unclenches when he gets to his floor and sees an empty office. Maybe he’s got away with it? Or was the six AM start a joke, to begin with? Hazing the new guy? He’d admittedly thought it pretty fucking ridiculous when he’d heard it.
“Oh my God finally, are you Dean?”
He looks down to realize this tiny woman in front of him appeared from nowhere. She already looks like she’s run half a marathon and shows no intention of stopping considering the piles of product pamphlets in her hands.
“Erm, yeah?”
The pamphlets are shoved into his hands now making the messenger bag hanging loosely from his shoulder drop to the floor. “Good. I’m Maddy and I have one day to show you the ropes. I guess rule number one would be don’t show up nearly an hour late but hopefully, you’re smart enough to know that already.”
He motions to the bright but empty office at the end of the room, “but she’s not…?”
“She’s already in her first meeting genius. So, you’re late meeting her, you’re late for me showing you how she takes her first coffee and you guessed it, you’re late for her first morning run through.”
He cringes in a way that says ‘shit’ without the word needing to be spoken.
“Yep. Now bring those over to my desk, although I suppose it’s yours now, and I’ll try and give you two years of information in the next twenty minutes.”
“I have been an assistant before…” he starts but then he catches what else she said, “why what happens in twenty minutes?”
Maddy smiles wickedly like she’s enjoying this far too much, “oh, that’s when she gets back.”
“I understand the issues you’re dealing with Doug, but my guys have enough to deal with in the upcoming quarter, this is not going to help.” You’re standing outside the meeting room you just exited arguing with your least favorite member of the executive team.
Doug’s smile is tight-lipped and his tone patronizing as ever, “that’s why we have you right? Sell it to them.”
You school your features as you often have to while speaking to the slimy Operations head, also known as the bane of your existence, “sell them a 40% reduction in stock because your Supply Chain team didn’t plan correctly? No problem. And here I was thinking I was here to sell to our clients.”
You spin on your heel and leave, although momentarily satisfied at getting the last word the unavoidable problem plagues you with it’s potential hit to your Q3 targets.
You’re about to storm into your office when you find the glass door being held open for you by a stranger. A handsome, you didn’t see many of those in the office, tall, stranger who keeps his green eyes focused respectfully ahead of him while you slowed to an almost stop in the doorway.
Maddy shouts up from her desk, “that’s Dean, the new me. He finally showed, want to see us in five?”
“Yeah… erm, no.” You remember yourself and the outcome of your first meeting, “Make it fifteen. I need to make a call. Can you get me my breakfast and let Robert know that I need to push lunch until next week?” Although sounding like it, none of it is a question.
You take your eyes off of Dean, who you hadn’t been staring at the entire time you’d been speaking, and head to your desk with a mind to dial your phone fiercely enough to forget your frustrations. Your fingers linger over the keypad as you pick up the headset though. Dean sits back at the desk with Maddy writing down, with a pen and paper you note, every word she’s saying. As much as you spearheaded the paperless office initiative it strikes you as cute that he’s sitting there with his yellow pad and pen, nodding like a bobble head while Maddy talked, you were sure, at a thousand miles per hour.

It’s when the dial tone in your ear disappears and becomes an incessant beep, for you not having dialed, that you think maybe you need to focus. Focus on your job obviously, not on your new assistant, the person working under you, the person it would be incredibly inappropriate for you to have any sorts of feelings towards.
Not that you did. You were just thrown for a second. Nobody had told you that your new assistant was… him.
Y/N liked a coffee every hour from 6am to 11am, which yeah that’s six fucking coffees, after that she switches to iced tea or ice water depending on her mood and it was apparently part of his job to know which one she wanted without her having to ask. Maddy kept promising that she was actually the best boss he could hope for but then these crazy things would slip out of her mouth that made it seem like Maddy might be delusional.
Along with her beverage of choice on the hour, he needed to have a run-down of any calls she’d missed or declined to pick up, and a summary of all her emails for the last hour. That was fine, pretty standard, but then she’d hit him with the sucker punch like the fact that Y/N texts at all hours, seven days a week, so she doesn’t forget anything. And she expects to have summary notes on everything she’d sent the next day.
“You don’t get it. She’s the youngest VP in the company and the youngest woman VP in the industry. She’s a legend. And she’s actually a good person too but she just has quirks. And sometimes those quirks involve you having to bribe an airline to get her a seat on a fully booked flight because the next available flight is her unlucky number.”
“So, she’s crazy?” He finally asks after listening to a couple of stories like this. Don’t get him wrong. He could deal with crazy, he has dealt with crazy before, he just liked to know what he was getting himself in for.
The salary was more than worth a little crazy after all.
Maddy frowns and he thinks maybe he’s offended her. Maybe they have some girl power, sisterhood of traveling pants, feminist thing going on.
“No, she’s not crazy. She’s busy being successful. Successful and still looking out for her team of fifty people including those in the field.” Maddy’s eyes are wide and insistent.
Damn. It’s not a woman thing, it’s a friend thing.
He dips his head in apology, which seems enough for now, but the PDF on her screen, which has been titled ‘So you’re Y/N Y/L/N’s new assistant?’ tells him that he’s not entirely wrong.
It’s forty-nine pages.
He can appreciate that Maddy seems to have a sense of humour with some of the advice she’s written out, and honestly, he’s worked at jobs where they leave you high and dry to figure this stuff out for yourself, so he does appreciate it, but nothing she’s showing him is convincing him of his new bosses sanity.
He can totally understand why she’s loco. He’s not an idiot, clearly, he knows who she is and her reputation. She’s responsible for the +5% growth in the northeast last year while the top eight competing brands had figures in the minus. In one of the hardest years since the recession, she kept things in a plus. He gets that she’s worked hard to get to where she is. So, if he has to make sure that she only ever travels to Washington on Wednesday’s because she likes the alliteration, then so be it.
He just doesn’t get why everyone’s acting like there’s not something wrong with her.
Everyone he’s spoken to, which to be fair is Maddy and only a handful of others, either loves her or at the very least respects her. There’s no complaining about keeping the office at exactly 62 degrees because she runs hot or how she only drinks espresso-based drinks so they don’t have a filter machine on this floor.
That’s the amazing thing. Not her sales figures, or her age or reputation. It’s that nobody seems to hate her.
Although Maddy assures him that if he was asking Doug from Ops or Mark in Finance, he might hear a different story.
Continue to Chapter 2
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Waiting
By Ahn
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The parking lot is quiet except for the sound of crickets filling up the air. In the distance, the overpass rising above the palm trees is crowded with car tires grinding against the gravel street. I want to say I can hear the ocean but it might just be my imagination.
You’re asleep inside the motel. I should be in there, curled up with your spine pressed against me and your hair tickling my nose. It’s three in the morning and I’m standing out in the cold itching to write you love letters, itching to write you so much love, you might get better. I take a shaky breath and remind myself you can’t love someone out of anything. I want to say I believe myself, but we both know I’m still trying to love the sadness out of you.
There’s too much energy pounding inside me, pressing against the cracks of my ribs and begging to tumble out. I’ve never been loud or violent, but still, I find myself fighting the impulse to scream or break something. The more I fight the urge, the more it feels like I’m just breaking myself. 
My fingers are trembling as I send a message to her. It’s all jumbled letters and misspelled words autocorrect doesn’t feel like changing. I can’t be bothered to capitalize or punctuate. Maybe that’s why she calls me within moments; I’m always precise when I type.
The phone rings in my hand. Over and over and over. All I can do is stare down at my fingers and trace how the flickering light above casts deep shadows on my knuckles. Distantly, I realize that these are my hands holding my phone. I have to remind myself that I am here, that I am breathing.
The line falls dead. She leaves a voicemail but it’s only two seconds of silence before she starts calling again. I don’t remember opening the voicemail but the sound of her breath pulls me out of my stupor. I pick up on the third ring, wiping the tears off my phone screen before holding it up to my ear.
“Hey,” I whisper.
My voice is hoarse. Quiet. Falling apart, really.
“You asked me to call.”
And yeah. I think I remember texting that.
White noise fills my head, blending in with the sound of her breathing and the crackling noise of her silent room. My name interrupts my daze.
“Olivia?” 
I don’t respond. I can’t. It occurs to me that I am sobbing too much to answer. I can’t breathe. Ican’tbreathe. 
“Olivia, breathe with me. Come on. Listen.”
She breathes in slowly and I try to copy, hiccuping over my own sobs. We breathe in and out together, and I am reminded of how much I love my best friend. A pained smile cracks my face as I shut my eyes and rub the tears.
“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath, trusting her to hear me, “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, hun.”
I just focus on breathing for a while, focus on fitting myself back into my body because, at this moment, I don’t feel like myself. She waits for me to finish organizing my thoughts. When I speak, I choke out the words I had meant to say.
“I found her.”
Silence. And then, “How was she?”
“Alive.”
And part of me is angry that I have to worry about this. Part of me crumbles at the reminder that I was so worried I’d stumble onto your dead fucking body.
After a moment, I think to say more.
“She wasn’t great.”
“I can imagine. She never is.”
“I found her at the ocean. She was just… waiting, I guess. For a sign? For her to feel ready? F-for me to find her?” 
My voice gets louder as I remember finding you at the ocean’s edge after hours of driving to all of your favorite and my least favorite places (a lot of tall buildings and empty rooms.)
It hurt to find you at my favorite place; I wonder if you knew it would ruin it for me. If you knew the ocean was one of the last few places I had that reminded me of peace. Then, I shake that thought from my head because you could never be that selfish. With a long and slow sigh, I run a hand through my cropped hair. I cut it after you told me I looked prettier with short hair. I wish pretty was enough for you to stay.
“I feel like she’s always waiting for me to find her.”
I’m so tired.
I’m so so tired.
And you’re in there and I’m out here being selfish and calling my best friend because, for once (for the fifth time this month), I need someone else to take in all of the sharp, crumpled up emotions I have balled up in my belly. It tastes like ash and dust when anger surges up my throat and curls on my tongue. This world must be worthless if it makes you feel this way. I want to burn it all down. I want to let myself fall apart. I want to cry. I want to- God, I just want to rest.
“I can’t do this anymore.” It’s a quiet admission.
“You’re not responsible for her.”
I think of you curled up alone in a crappy motel room with the A.C. on blast even though I hate the cold.
“Yeah, I am” I murmur. 
And it’s hard to admit it out loud, how responsible I feel for your breakdowns and your pain. 
“You’re not alone, Olivia.”
I scoff, taking in the parking lot full of empty cars of guests at the motel. Most of them probably snugly in bed. For once, I let myself feel angry. It’s not fair that I’m out here at 3 a.m. pushing all of this weight onto her. It’s not fair but I’m still doing it because I can never seem to hold myself together long enough to do anything right.
When I answer, my voice is sharp and brittle, cruel and cutting. It’s nothing like when I talk to you. With you, I soften the edges of my tone, even though I want to grab you by the shoulders and shake you and ask Why?
“Aren’t I?”
“Isn’t she there? Aren’t you there for her? That means you’re also with her, Olivia.”
I close my eyes and lean my head back until it’s resting on the cool metal of the bench beneath me. I wish I could see her right now. I wish Gracie were here for me to lean on. But you don’t trust her and you don’t want to talk to her. It feels like I’m a traitor for calling her, but who else can I call at three in the morning?
“You know it’s not the same,” I respond with a sigh.
She’s silent and doesn’t have an answer for a painful truth. I’ve grown distant from everyone, pulled myself away as I worried myself sick about you and wondered where you’d gone and what you were doing and if you were even alive. I can’t help it. I feel like doing anything else but look for you is wasting time. After all, your life is on the line. I could never live with myself if I just let you slip through my fingers.
She speaks again and my sobs grow louder.
“I’m here.”
And she’s right. She is. She reminds me to eat when you disappear, comes by to help clean my room, chides me for refusing to shower or sleep. I hate it. I hate that I’m you to her. I don’t know what that says about us, but it has me staying up late researching therapists and psychiatrists. Not for you to go to, for once. I know what it is to worry about someone else, and I wish she never had to worry about me.
I’m trying so hard to fix myself for Gracie. I guess part of me wishes you’d do the same. I wonder if it’s stupid to think you don’t love me that much if you’re willing to keep dragging me through this every month. It’s not true, and I know it, but I can’t help being cruel after years of struggling with the idea of empathy. It was never you that taught me compassion. That was all her. Some loves are greater than others even if they aren’t all romantic. I wonder which of my loves has a bigger hold on me.
Of course, I’m here with you. Even when I’m with others, my mind is with you.
“I love you,” I say.
“I know,” she responds. And then, “We should watch Star Wars again.”
A snort bursts out before I can stop it. “You’re such a nerd.”
“Not denying that.”
“Gracie…,” I sigh. “What am I doing here…?”
“She needs you.” 
It hurts to hear it. It makes me want to leave this city, leave this state, leave this entire goddamn country. I’ve never been needed like this before. I’ve always walked out before I could be wanted, let alone needed.
Tears prick my eyes again. 
“I’m not strong enough.”
We both know it’s true. I focus on her breaths over the phone to calm myself down and deal with the panic washing over me. I wish I could go to the ocean, but I can’t. I want to go to the ocean I knew before I saw you there. I want to go to the ocean that helped me breathe, instead of one that makes guilt rise up within me like bile.
After a moment, she responds and her voice is enough to make me feel better. 
“You don’t have to be. We’re all here for you. All of your friends and all of your loved ones are still here for you.”
I’m nodding even though she can’t see me, swallowing uneasily on the knot in my throat.
“I’m here for you, Olivia. Take all the strength you need from me. Lord knows you’ve given me strength when I need it.”
“Nobody ever talks about this part, Grace,” I whisper, “None of the articles online talk about how hard it is. They tell you what not to say and what not to do. They say get help and that it should get better but it hasn’t. They never talk about what to do when it’s killing you too.”
“I know,” she says, a lifeline floating in the emptiness. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“I’m still sorry.”
I take a deep breath and open my eyes to pull out the keys to my truck. I curl my fingers around the edges, finding myself anchored by the hard teeth of the car key pressed into my palm, a reminder that I’m here and I’m alive.
“What if she had died tonight? What would I even do?”
It’s terrible and it’s selfish but this conversation was never about you. It was always about me, falling apart. Me, unable to pull you out of whatever was eating you from the inside out. I hate myself. Grace, my best friend, my platonic soulmate, the person who hasn’t budged from my side for years, somehow finds an answer to the impossible questions I’ve asked.
“You’d live, Olivia. And you’d mourn and you’d cry and maybe you’d want to die. But you’d live. And sometime, definitely not right away but definitely someday, you’d be happy again and it’d be… okay.”
“Okay.” I take a breath and then I take another. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah. I’m gonna be- I’m gonna be okay.”
“I know you’ll be.”
You find me there in the freezing dawn three hours later, bleary-eyed and dazed as I watch the sun creep over the horizon. We get into my car, no real destination in mind, and I turn on the radio to listen to the morning news. You change the station but I don’t really care enough to switch it back. Without realizing it, I drive us to the ocean.
When we swing out of the car, I look over at you and remember how beautiful you are. The ocean breeze pushes your tangled hair out of your eyes and the color is returning to your cheeks after a long night of sleep. You reach out and link your fingers with mine and I feel like I can breathe more easily, I feel like maybe, I can be okay again.
The beach is void of life for miles around. We walk to the water’s edge, let the waves lap at our feet and the seafoam settle around our ankles. I feel the panic rise up in me as I remember seeing you stand here in exactly the same position. For a moment, I can’t feel your hand in mine. It’s as though I cannot see your chest rise and fall in time with the waves or your eyes sparkling with tears as you look out at the water and let the sound of the ocean and the seagulls wash over us.
I’m alone again and I’m far, far away from Earth.
The memory of Gracie’s voice draws me back and I am reminded of how she taught me to breathe when I had forgotten. I am reminded of my friends arriving late at night to cook dinner for me and replace the dying flowers in my kitchen. I am reminded of the many voicemails you left unheard on your phone of people asking how you are and where you’ve been.
As your hold on my hand tightens slightly, as though I anchor you here on this beach, I wonder if you realize that more than one person is saving us.
Ahn writes science fiction and fantasy stories and publishes poetry on her blog. In her free time, she enjoys convincing herself that there are monsters in her garage and misinterpreting MBTI types, classpects, and other personality identifiers. Avoiding social gatherings is her forte and binge-reading fantasy series is her fatal flaw. Read more from her at versesfortomorrow.
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You mess up, big time. Part 2
Jason Todd x Venom (kind of get Tim into it just for fun
Warning: messy plot, curse, violence.
“I didn’t come all this way for a coffee, Eddie.” Jason, who is clearly annoyed.
“Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I bought you coffe so would you do me a favour and hack into Life Foundation?”
“What, you are still on that? What are you looking for anyway?”
“Hear me out, I got and interview with them and I really need something solid, so it would at least seem like I know what I am talking about and might push them to talk.”
“They are actually doing an interview with you? Do they not know what you have done?” Which mean all those corrupted company Eddie took down in the past.
“I guess not. Or they are playing ignorance.”
“Yea, big company do have a tendency of doing that.”
“So, can you do some hacking or not? Kind of need it by tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow, are you serious?”
“Yes, sorry is so last minute.”
“Fine... you own me big time! That coffee is shit by the way.” “Since big time reporter need his super secret document, I better get to work. I am going to send you the file tonight.”
“Yea, yea. I own you, thanks!”
Jason is not the greatest hacker if he have to be completely honest, he is more physical like making a bomb and using his gun right in the action. Not behind a computer screen.
Jason spended hours trying to hack into the system of Life Foundation, but still cant get into the research part. And he decided to ask for foreign aid, aka Tim.
“What do you want Jason?”
“Are you out on patrol today?”
“No.”
“Great, can you help me hack into Life Foundation? The new research they are doing specifically.”
“You in San Fansico?”
“Yea, can you help??”
“Why are you doing this?” It’s actually quite surprising that Tim would ask anything, in their line of ‘work’ hacking into big company is like a daily chore, so that should not be anything but ordinary. Well apparently not Jason guess.
“It’s just a favour for a friend.”
“Don’t know what you are getting yourself into, but be careful.” “Okay. I got it. Jus.. they are doing all kind of experiment on human.”
“Well, that’s was quick. Whatever that is mind send me a copy of it?” Jason wonder if he should call earlier.
“Just did. I got to go Bruce is calling me.”
“Alright, thanks. Own you a coffee, Tim.”
While Eddie go and have an interview with Carlton Drake, Jason have a plan of his own as well. There is a researcher position open in the company, it does beg the question of why is ther a position open. But see how much Carlton love doing experiment on human, it will not surprise Jason that a unlucky researcher might end up being a lab rat for Carlton. In Jason opinion building a fake identity with extensive science background is much easier than hacking. Peter Rodd it is.
“Hi, Peter. I’m Dora Skirth the chief scientist for this project.” Dora leading Jason ‘Peter’ to a control panel infront of a glass cell with a round vault with some kind of goo in it have a rufous-ish colour.
“Keep an eye on this, and the monitor over there.”
“Okay.”
Jason sit down infront of the cell and start monitoring the wave and movement as told by Dr.Skirth. Jason phone buzz.
“I mess up, they kick me out.” Text from Eddie. Jason is far from surprise, Eddie is very much like him could be over power by instinct and mess things up. Hot headed. Implosive.
“Well, I got a position in their lab. But cant move yet, probably have to wait till everyone is off.” Jason send a text back to Eddie.
Then Jason hear a familiar voice, it’s Tim. Jason lean over the panel and see, it is Tim, who currently is talking with Carlton Drake. Then it click, they are both Drake! They are related.
“Why did you hack into my system, cousin.” Oh they are cousin, that’s totally make sense Jason think. It’s very unusual that Tim would get caught like that, Carlton must be good at that.
“Just curious about your research.” Good going Tim, he really is not the best liar.
“You can just ask you know, cousin.” Then Carlton start leading Tim toward where Jason is.
“Let me show you.” “Open the door.” Carlton ordered which is for Jason, since his is siting at the control panel. Jason of course do as the man said, slightly panic because don’t know what Tim reaction would be when he saw him and what the man plan to do. After the door to the glass cell open, Carlton urge Tim to go in and show him the goo in the vault.
“We call them symboite, they can’t survive without a host on earth. So we are trying to find one for them.” Jason as this instant know exactly wha going to happen, start to think we he can do to get Tim out.
Tim didn’t realise Jason standing outside and behind the panel, probably too occupy by the fact that he might very soon be consumed by some sort of alien life form. Jason is wearing a lab coat but he did have a flash grenade on him in case he need a quick exit. He just really hope the impact is enough to break the glass, so he throw it like a baseball pitcher and the glass did break. Jason immediately jump across the panel and grap Tim, and start run. Jason did not realise at that moment Tim is not the only one he break out of the lab.
Security is already chasing them, and with guns. Jason really regret not having more than a flash grande on him. This is just not very great odds.
“Hum, so what’s the plan?” Tim ask when they turn a corner and loses the gruad for a bit.
“Do I look like someone that have a plan.”
Tim somehow can still roll his eye while they both running.
Then they heat a dead end, look like a back door but its lock. Then Jason without thinking just through himself to the door and the door break open like some miracle.
“You are stronger than I thought.”
“Well, I’m stronger than I thought.”
Lucky for Jason and Tim the Life Foundation is like a maze, so losing some security guard is easier then they thought. But unlucky for the security guard.  
“We lose them.” a guard rush back to the lab and report back to Carlton 
“How can you lose them we are on a fucking island. Where can they go? Keep looking, and bring back my creature.” Everyone in the lab is stunted by how furious Carlton is. It is rare to see the stoic and ascetic CEO so emotional.  
“Copy that.”
“Still can’t believe we make it out alive.” Tim sign after they cross the bridge and on the way back to down town.
“Really? I definitely had been in worst situation than that.”
“Always hated Carl but never thought he would actually try to kill me.”
“Hah, another sibling trying to kill you? He need to get in line.”
“Very funny Jason.”
Jason start to feel a bit nauseous and dizzy, which is not a good thing cause he is the one driving the car.
“Hey, hey! Watch it!” Tim yell, and grip the steering wheel and avoided the tree they nearly crashed into and stoped on the side walk.
“Sorry, feeling a bit under the weather.”
“Yea, its been a long day. How about let me drive you home.”
“I got a safe house in china town.”
“Seriously, how did you get safe house everywhere.”
“I am pretty sure you know how.”
Few more turn, they arrive and Jason is sweating like he just have a shower.
“Hey, you sure you are okay? You look terrible.”
“Probably caught something in the lab, but don’t worry I think it going to off soon.”
“Okay, just call me if you need anything.”
“Thanks.”
Jason can feel his phone buzzing but he is to tired to even look at who that might be. Dozing off on the way through his kitchen, and fell down on the floor.
When Jason wake up he his cover in chocolate powder.
“What the fuck?”
“FINALLY, DO YOU HAVE ANYMORE OF THAT.”
“What? Who’s there?” Looking around his apartment but no one seem to be there. That’s new, the joker never show up like that.
“I AM NO JOKER.”
“Who... who is this again?” He can see a slight reflection of a rufous colour creature on the window. Jason instinctly run toward the window and open it. But there is nothing there.
“I AM TOXIN.”
“Toxin? Like chemical and stuff?”
“NO. YOU PEOPLE CALL US SYMBIOTE, WE COME FROM A PLANET, KLYNTAR.”
{Oh, right symbiote...Jason feel like he got a parasite or something.}
“I AM NOT A PARASITE!”
“What!? You can hear my thoughts?”
“JUST LIKE YOU CAN HEAR ME.” “ENOUGH CHIT CHAT I WANT FOOD!”
“What do you eat though?”
“BRAIN ORGAN SOMETHING FRESH.”
“No, no brain and no organ.”
Jason walk to the kitchen and try to find something to eat, don’t know if it’s the influence of the symbiote or he is just genuinely hungry. Jason is so glad that he just stock up with microwave meal, he love to cook but these days he rarely have time for that. Jason grip one and go put it in the microwave. 
“THAT I WANT TO EAT THAT!”
“Chocolate?” Jason pass the chocolate to the symbiote who had peek out of Jason’s shoulder into a little puppet like figure and quickly snitch the chocolate out of Jason’s hand and finished it without even chewing. “hey! watch it, you nearly bite my hand off.” 
“DO YOU HAVE ANYMORE OF THAT?” 
Jason look into the cupboard to see if he still have anymore, but no luck. 
“I will go buy some after I finish that.” Jason gesturing toward his microwave meal. 
“HURRY. OR I MIGHT JUST EAT YOUR LIVER.”
“okay, calm down. I will hurry.” Jason think his is short tempered enough, surprise to find ‘someone’ who is worst then him. 
Jason finish the meal even though it burned his mouth. 
“Hey, Jason. Did you have someone over?” The nice old lady the live next door asked him. 
“Oh, no. I am just on the phone. Sorry if I am too loud.” 
“No, no. Don't worry about it dear. I brake some chocolate chip cookie you want some?”
“I am on my way out, maybe next time. thanks.” When Jason about to turn around and wave the old lady goodbye, and the symbiote yelled. “I WANT SOME.” (Jason is so glad the symbiote is not actually yelling and only he can hear.) “Second thought, I would like some.” 
The old lady put some cookie in a paper bag and hand it to Jason. This make Jason miss the cookie Alfred made, which is one of the reason Jason initially decided not to have the cookie. Nostalgia never mean anything good to him. 
Jason walk to the fire escape stairs and start offering the cookie to the symbiote. 
note: There might or might not have a follow up. Sorry for all the grammatical error. 
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