Text
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 youâre gonna feel really good in about ten seconds and i was like 10 seconds ??#and he said youâll 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 đ#i literally couldnât 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 đ#and i couldnât 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 iâd 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 âoh thank you for bringing me thisâ#iâve never had an iv before it didnât rlly hurt ! idk how iâm gonna get this medical tape off now but !#so everyone was right it really wasnât that bad at all#once iâve got all this bleeding under control itâs mostly just pain management and keeping my wounds cleaned#iâm so proud of myself i did my very first surgery!! and i was so brave !!
9 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Night
#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)
0 notes
Text
Riding With Angels
Jax Teller x F!Reader
Request by: @justreblogginficsâ Scenario #1 Decorating the tree Dialogue #4:Â "I know we said no presents this year but..."
A/N: Okay so Iâm either 2 months late for a holiday fic OR 10 months early... you decide lol. If you know me, you know I canât 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.Â
SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc (happy to add anyone to any future SOA fics!)
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 couldnât help but miss Jax. You hoped the kids didnât feel the absence of their father as much as you did but unfortunately that wasnât the case. A little hand tugged at your shirt, the motion caused you to shake yourself from your thoughts and look down at Abel.Â
âWhenâs daddy coming home?âÂ
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.Â
âDaddy will hopefully be home soon, baby.â You picked him up to offer a little bit of comfort to the kid before making your way to the door.Â
âIs that him?â Abel said as the doorknob turned. Gemma appeared through the door with her keys in hand. âGrandma!â he called out and wiggled out of your grip.Â
Gemma hugged the boy as he collided with her while you went to grab Thomas to say hello.Â
âSorry to drop by unexpectedly,â Gemma said as she made her way to the living room.Â
âAre you?â You subtly snapped.Â
Gemma looked at you with annoyance and a little shock in her eyes. It wasnât like you to act like that, while you had your opinions on Gemma, especially after reading John Tellerâs 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.Â
You quickly responded âIâm sorry, Iâm in a mood.âÂ
âRare for you.â The statement usually would have been sarcastic out of the older womanâs 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.Â
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 werenât 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 couldnât bring itself to focus on that. You took the opportunity to be by yourself and be upset, you didnât 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 wasnât just a boy. It was your family. But nothing took the sting of that away.Â
âLooks pretty clean to me.â Gemmaâs voice sounded from behind you.
You took a large sigh and looked back at her over your shoulder. âWhere are the kids?â
âPlaying in the living room, Abel wanted to wait till Jax came home to finish the tree.â Gemma said, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed.Â
You mumbled under your breath, something that Gemma didnât hear but she definitely understood what was happening.
âYou gonna keep sulking or tell me whatâs on that pretty lil mind of yours.â
You kept your mouth shut and moved back to a different dish in the sink, you werenât going to entertain her on this because she wasnât approaching the situation from a place with care, she was being nosy.Â
âYou know that ring on your finger doesnât change anything.âÂ
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.Â
âItâs the same Jax. Same club. Same ways of working. Thereâs gonna be late nights, sweetheart, thatâs why youâre 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 doesnât change that, if anything it makes it more prevalent.â
Boiling. Your blood was boiling. Now your thoughts of losing yourself were being taunted by the thought of being just a housewife, just someoneâs old lady.Â
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.Â
âYou realize youâre lecturing me because Iâm upset Jax wasnât here to decorate the tree with his kids.â You turned to her, you started out the night giving her attitude and you werenât going to stop now. âYou talk about keeping this solid,â you waved your hands around the room, âhow do I do that when my kids are asking about Jax all day long?â
âYour kids?â Gemma smiled.
You turned around again back to facing the sink and shook your head. âWhy 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.â
Gemma walked over to you, in a Teller attempt to apologize and clarify herself.Â
âThose ARE your kids.â She said, âItâs just shocking to hear you say it.âÂ
âShocking?â you turned realizing now, how close she was to you.Â
âYouâre very hard to read, you know.â She cocked an eyebrow up.Â
That made you laugh, âI know what youâre saying, about keeping things solid, but you out of all people should know that it's different when theyâre at the position theyâre in. Iâm not just a Sonâs old lady. Iâm the VPs old lady. Iâm Jax Tellerâs old lady.âÂ
âYou arenât just marrying the man, baby. Youâre marrying the club.âÂ
Those words weighed heavy on you. You werenât 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 Gemmaâs eyes that was fact so you quickly flipped a switch.Â
âYouâre right, sorry Gem. Just the holidays and stuff make it harder, you know.â You shrugged and dried your hands off.Â
âCâmon, letâs get back to the boys.â Gemma tried to move past this whole conversation like nothing happened.Â
âIâm gonna make myself a cup of coffee, Iâll meet you there in a minute.â You said with the best smile you could.Â
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.Â
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. Abelâs voice filled the entire house as he screamed in joy.Â
âDADDY!!!!â His little feet making quick stomping noises as they darted toward his father.Â
A smile grew on Jaxâs 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.Â
âSomeone was waiting for you to come home so you could decorate the tree.â Gemmaâs voice was low but you heard it. Your anger boiled in your throat again, that wasnât for Gemma to tell, that was for you to tell, but you didnât even get greeted in your own home yet so what did you honestly expect.Â
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. Jaxâs head peaked in and his expression dropped seeing you at the table. With a deep sigh, he entered the kitchen.Â
âYou want a cup of coffee?â 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 youâd be pushed over yet again.Â
âI wanted to say hello to my wife.â You could hear how he was trying to work you in the tone of his voice.Â
âFiancĂŠ.â You corrected him and handed him a mug.Â
His eyebrows raised, and a smirk played on his face. âI stand corrected.â A hand moved up in surrender while the other one gripped the coffee mug.Â
You could hear Gemma and the boys playing together and Opieâs voice with them too. Now that was rare. Opie barely played with his own kids let alone Jaxâs, which got you going down the rabbit hole of what that meant and how if Jaxâs best friend could so easily dive back into the club after being so against it, was that what was happening with Jax.Â
âWhatâs going on with you?â He asked genuinely.Â
âWhatâs not going on, Jax? Itâs fucking Christmas time and youâre barely home,â you paused to whisper your next sentence, âyou told me you were done with this shit and now youâre deeper in than ever and youâre pushing me out, I donât know anything thatâs happening.âÂ
Jax understood your pain, but he wasnât 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.Â
âIâm sticking to our planâ His voice was firm.Â
You shook your head and rolled your eyes. âOur plan.â You laughed like that actually meant something.Â
âDarlinâ.â He was getting annoyed but trying to meet you halfway or somewhere.
âNo, Jax. This isnât something you can just sweet talk your way out of. This is our fucking life.âÂ
âDo you trust me?â He said, stepping towards you.Â
âLess and less everyday.â You said truthfully and it pained his heart but he did understand. âBut, yes. I do.âÂ
Jax peered into the living room, seeing Gemma in deep conversation with Opie.Â
âYou out of all people should know why I canât just leave, why I have to leave everything in a good place. This was the last thing my dad had. I didnât get a house or some real estate investment when he died, this is what he left me. The club was his and I canât just let it die because I want out.â
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 didnât 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 agoâŚbonding 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.Â
âI know I didnât know JT, but, I canât imagine heâd 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...âÂ
âRiding with Angels.â He finished your sentence looking at the two plaques that had brought you two together that hung in the kitchen. âThatâs not gonna happen. Please, thatâs why Opieâs here, I briefed him on everything tonight, Iâm gonna give him JTâs book and just itâs gonna be fine, I need you to believe that.â Jax was begging you.Â
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.Â
But there was nothing you could do, and thatâs what you hated even more.Â
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 Jaxâs 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. âTell your mom to go home, give Opie the manuscript, and decorate the tree with me and the kids.â 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. âIâll be in the bedroom, waiting, I canât look at either of them right now.âÂ
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 didnât 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 didnât even look through your peripheral vision.Â
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 Jaxâs 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 Jaxâs eyes were the high tide drowning you, Abelâs were the breath of fresh air to save you.Â
âDaddy says to come out to the tree.â The boy hid his face again with a giggle.
âOh, really? Are we going to finish decorating it all together?â You asked bending down to his level.Â
âHe said Santa gave him something to give to you.âÂ
âSanta, huh? I canât believe daddy knows Santa!â You teased the boy, he laughed and pulled your arm because he seemed eager to see what it was. âCome on, letâs go.â You said picking him up and walking out to the living room.Â
Jax had been placing ornaments on the tree with Thomas who was trying to pull them off.Â
âI hear Santa gave you a gift for me.â Your voice had changed, it wasnât as lively as it was when you talked with Abel but it also wasnât as rigid as when you were talking to Jax. Somewhere in the middle of that was where you were now.Â
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 doesnât listen.â Jax smirked as he handed the package over to you. âSanta also didnât have time to wrap it.â He smiled, his grin was shit eating and if he didnât 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 didnât have Abel.Â
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.Â
âYou gonna open it or what?â Jax asked, still grinning.Â
âOpen it! Open it!â Abel jumped up and down.Â
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 âEVIDENCEâ 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.Â
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 fatherâs 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 skeletonâs middle finger, a bear with itâs 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 thatâs 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 didnât 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.Â
Looking up from jacket, your eyes blurry from tears, you stared at Jax.Â
âHow?â It was the only word you could get out of your mouth.Â
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.Â
âUnser owed me one. He was able to pull a few strings at the Stockton State Trooper station. Thatâs why I was home late tonight, Ope and I went to pick it up and got stuck in traffic on the 99, construction shit.âÂ
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.Â
âUnser has the police report, the real one. Figured youâd want the choice to look at it,â he started to explain, âthat and it wasnât up for civilian grabs.â He shrugged his shoulders. âThought the jacket would be more of a heartwarming gift. Thereâs something in the inside pocket, too. Pictures. I didnât look through them, I just wanted to make sure it was really it, based on what youâve told me.âÂ
âJaxâI,â you had no words, you brought your hands up to wipe the tears from your eyes.Â
âWhy is mommy crying?â Abel said trying to raise his voice over the music.Â
âSanta got me a really good gift, Abel.â You said looking directly into Jaxâs eyes. âSomething sheâd been asking for for a long long time.âÂ
âDoes that mean Santa is going to get me a skateboard this year?â Abel asked excitedly.Â
You and Jax both let out a laugh, yours was cutting through the tears. âThank you. So much.â You mouthed to him, it was all you could offer up with how much emotion you were feeling.Â
Jax just shook his head with a nod, like it was nothing, a simple favor but he knew how much it meant to you.
âCome on, letâs finish decorating this tree.â Jaxâs 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 Jaxâs mouth, his eye caught yours and he looked at you. Like really looked at you.
The blue eyes you were staring at werenât trying to drown you in that moment anymore, they had a tint of hope and glimmer in them. You didnât 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?
#Jax Teller#jax teller fanfic#jax teller x reader#Jackson Teller#soa fanfic#sons of anarchy#sons of anarchy fanfiction
286 notes
¡
View notes
Text
The wrong circumstances
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.
âBingo,â 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.
âWhat the fuck is going on?â You questioned yourself, growing paranoid that you canât 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.
âWhat the f-â
âWell, well, well!â 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.
âHow did I not see you around, huh?â
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.
âWhat the fuck is a dead man doing here?â You panicked.
He snickered at you in return. âNo, no. What the fuck are you doing in MY car?â
You never felt so embarrassed in your life.
âI need to get outta here.â You gulped, watching his face change emotion every second.
âYeah? In MY car?â He sassily conversated.
Your hands hovered above the wheel, showing him you were guilty.
The man rolled his eyes. âWhatever. I donât have the time to deal with your stupidity.â He jumped into the seat beside you and gave you a mocking look, âWell? Chop chop, sugar. Iâll have the pigs up my ass soon enough.â
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.
âWhere are we going?â
âSomewhere quiet that is at least 20 minutes out.â 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.
âDonât do that. You are gonna end up killing me!â
He smirked. âThat would leave no witnesses for me. If I kill you, then that is another body in the trunk. No biggie.â
This guy is crazy. You were driving a crazy person out into the unknown. What the fuck are you doing?
âNever caught your name, thief.â He soon said, elbow leaning against yours as he stares into your occupied eyes that focussed on the road ahead.
âY/N.â
The man hummed. âYou have potential, Y/N. You just need a bit more spunk in you.â
You quickly gave him a disgusted look. âI didnât mean to steal your truck. I got in some trouble and had to escape.â
âAhh, the good old days. I remember them times.â He laughed. âThe name is Trevor, by the way.â
âAre you going to explain the body, Trevor?â You mocked.
Trevor gritted his teeth. âThe bastard thought he could buy some meth without paying me the full amount.â
Of course he was a dealer. From his skinniness to his sharp features. He smelt, looked, and sounded exactly like a typical meth head.
âOh, so you are like a proper⌠Criminal?â You nervously smiled.
He raised an eyebrow. âWhy, do you want to be a professional criminal? âCos I can hook you up with some guys. You obviously have a lot to learn.â
âThanks.â You muttered.
Trevorâs eyes was still stuck to you. He observed you like you were a statue, filing every detail he could find.
âYou are quite the heartthrob, arenât you.â He wondered out loud, noticing how hard you were trying to avoid eye contact.
There was no words that you could use to respond.
âYouâre too pretty to kill. That scraps my plans.â 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 Trevorâs arm and pointed.
âGood place, right?â
He smirked. âPerfect place. You should help me more often, thief!â
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.
âIf you walk up to the main road, Iâll call you a cab.â 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.
âDonât forget about me!â
#trevor philips#trevor philips x reader#trevor philips/reader#grand theft auto 5#grand theft 5#grand theft auto
16 notes
¡
View notes
Photo
Me, a Princess? Shut Up!
masterlist | previous | next
âŽď¸ chapter 6: mulan âď¸
who?: jihoon/woozi x (f)reader
word count: 1717
genre/s: fluff, humour, social media!au
warnings: mild coarse language
synopsis: Lifeâs 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 itâs okay. Also, I know nothing of international politics or table etiquette, donât @ me
**please ignore the timestamps - they are not accurate**
TAGLIST: @strykiss, @karrotkarrotkarrot, @3srirachaâ, @minkwansâ, @annakemiâ, @chaseyuiâ,Â
donât hesitate to send an ask or dm to be added!
Soonhee follows you with eagle eyes as you circle the dining room, elaborate table setting laid out along with decorative lemon themed table centrepieces.
âAnd who sits next to France?â
You rush to answer, not facing her. âBelgium. Like on the map, because France and Germany donât get along politically.â
âAnd across from Germany?â She calls, idly adjusting forks and spoons.
âThai - uh, Spain, sorry. Thailand is next to Spain, before myself. Then Soonyoung and yourself at the head of the table, north.â
You pause to turn and wait for Soonhee to assess your answer. Sheâs 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.
âI didnât 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.â
You bite the bottom of your lip, nodding. âI had it the day before last. Everything is as ready as can be.â
âHmmm. 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.â Soonhee still doesnât 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. Sheâs 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.
âYes, grandma.â Youâll still push the envelope and call ther that though, something a little less formal for the times. âSee you tomorrow.â
You instantly turn out the room, pulling your phone out of your back pocket. Those dreadful heels click hastily after you.
âAnd no socialising tonight! We canât afford any bad press or late nights for anyone.â
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 canât 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 youâre 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 donât mind too much by the end of it all. Soonhee seems to think heâs redeemed himself - the queenâs 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.
âSoonie you look great.â You say from the bottom step of the main staircase - grand entrance and all.
He canât help but preen. âThanks, as do you, Boss.â
âGross. But I look like a glitzed up puffball. If I had known that it could have been more casual I-â
The queen cuts off your whining as she glides over in a gauzy ivory gown, crown glittering with every light fixture. âY/N. Very appropriate. Soonyoung, handsome as always. Are you sure you donât have my genes?â
What? A - A joke? Where? You have to forcibly shut your mouth from the conversation in front of you. Soonyoung has a steady dancersâ 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.
âOh, ahaha. Your Majesty, no. No, I do not.â 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 youâre just imagining things.
Itâs when dessert is around the corner that it falls apart. Spainâs 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. Thailandâs 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.
âI-I-Iâm so sorry. Iâm not usually this clumsy! Are-are you okay, Eduardo?â 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 ambassadorâs suit with a napkin. Soonyoung catches your eye as you slink backwards towards the ajar french doors, leaning over to the waiter.
âIf anyone asks, Iâve gone to the power room, okay? I-I, uh, shouldn't be too long.â 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 couldnât 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 couldnât 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 30âs. âRide for Y/n?â
âThatâs me. Thanks.â
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.
Bonus
#caratwritersclub#seventeen au#seventeen fic#seventeen social media au#seventeen scenario#seventeen imagine#jihoon fic#jihoon imagine#jihoon scenario#seventeen smau#woozi fic#woozi imagine#woozi scenario#woozi x reader#jihoon x reader#seventeen woozi#seventeen jihoon#mapsu fic#written
61 notes
¡
View notes
Text
WHO: spencer stone & journey smith. ( @journey-j-smithâ ) WHERE: the hospital & the smith household. TRIGGER WARNINGS: miscarriage. mention of miscarriage.Â
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 didnât 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 wasnât the first time and it probably wouldnât be the last. She turned numb to the words. The âIâm sorry.â âYou did nothing wrong.â 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 failedâŚ
SPENCER.
out of all of the things in the world, being a father was something that wasnât 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 couldnât 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. âjo?â he called out before opening the front door and seeing the woman on the floor. âjo, babe?â 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. âshhh, iâm here.ââ
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. âIâŚIâm s-sorry.â She hiccuped through her sobs
SPENCER.
spencerâs arms wrapped around journey, his hands finding their way to her back to rub and soothe her softly. âitâs okay, itâs okay,â 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. âwhy are you sorry my love?â 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. âB-b-becauseâŚâ 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. âI-IâŚfailed.â 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. âIâŚ.I lost itâŚâ she said as her bottle lip trembled. Iâm so s-sorry. I-I ruined everything.â
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 wasnât that dumb, he understood what she was saying. the baby they were going to have was gone. he couldnât imagine the pain that was running through journey, he didnât have time to grieve. he just had to be there for her. a womanâs body was way more important than his. âitâs not your fault,â 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. âB-but it is.â Jo got out between her sobs. âI f-failedâŚa-as a mo-ther.â
SPENCER.
spencer wanted to cry himself but he couldnât 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. âyou didnât fail, my love. this isnât your fault at all. youâre an amazing mother,â he hummed, his hands still rubbing her back gently. âyou couldnât have done anything, my love. iâm sorry,â he whispered out, kissing her temple.
JOURNEY.
The blondeâs body shook as she took in a big breath. She pulled back to try and dry her face. Using her sleeves as she spoke. âBut I have.â Journey sniffled with a hiccup. âI messed up our plans. I messed up our little familyâŚâJourney 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. âYouâŚ..you do?â Her voice broke a bit. âYour not mad?â Journey looked over at him with her big now blood shot eyes what just wouldnât 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 didnât know what to do with it. In the past she felt like she was walking on eggshells. âI was alway told it was my faultâŚ.â She said softly looking at her hand sniffling. âIâve had other three miscarriagesâŚ.I-I should have told you.â Journey breath shook as she dried her face. âItâsâŚâŚitâs hard for me to get pregnantâŚ.â
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. âNoâŚ.Iâm completely comfortable around you. Iâll tell you anything but when do you tell someone that?â She sniffled and wiped away her tears that were slowly down. Her cheeks red and raw from how much she as pushing them away. âI know your notâŚ.andâŚ.you donât know how great it is to know thatâŚ..â
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 wasnât alone. She wasnât going through this alone. âI love you more.â She said softly wrapping his arms around his tightly. âYouâre allowed to hurt tooâŚâ she said softly.  Spencer was being so strong for both of them right now and while she appreciated it. He didnât 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 thatâs 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. âLovin' somebody more than my own breath. Knowin' that I'm right where he belongs, ohâŚBein' home in the arms of my best friend, where the light always stays on. That's where I feel strongâŚ.â
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. âDonât be keepingâ ya self lock up, ya hear? It ainât good for here.â She poked his chest. âOr here.â 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. Itâs sad but true. The babies she lost, her husbandâŚ.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.â 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. Sheâd probably be a mess of tears again because how couldnât she be? But right now she hit the numb point. The moment In grieving weâre your okay but in a moment you could collapse again.
SPENCER.
spencer nodded his head at his girlfriend. âi promise ya,â 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. âi have a better idea,â he hummed walking out and going up the stairs to her bedroom. âletâs just lay down.â he told her, setting her down on the bed. he didnât 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 weâre 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. Â 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. âi love you,â he hummed softly. âiâm always going to love you.â
JOURNEY.Â
She smiled. âI know ya ainât religious, but I think God put yâall in my life because he knew I needed you.â Journey said softly watching his face. âI donât think I can put into works how much I love youâŚ.â
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. âI think I can only rest with you around.â 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.
6 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Fire Keeper: Chapter 21
Douxie x fem reader
Masterlist in Bio!
Series Summary: You are Jimâs 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)
Jimâs words echoed in your head. âWe need an edge. I'm sorry.â
You and Claire had protested, but he wouldnât listen. âIt's the only way!â
Then he had turned into that beast and told you to run. Which you did, and you regretted it. You couldnât have stayed, but how could you leave? Guilt haunted you and you knew Douxie wasnât doing any better.
His aura was overwhelmed with his own guilt over Merlinâs death. âIt's all gone. Everything. The Heart of Avalon, Camelot...Merlin.â Douxie looked away, but you could see tears shining on his face.
âMaybe we should say a few words?â Claire suggested.
You nodded. âThatâs a good idea.â
âYeah, okay. Ahem. Battleship. November. Fruit punch.â Steve sobbed. âPurple!â
Douxie sniffed, turning around. âOh, what can I say about Merlin? He was... he was, uh... He was everything. He was all that we had.â
âWe'll get through this, together. We need you, Doux, now more than ever,â Claire consoled, handing Douxie Merlinâs book. âThe world, our friends are in danger.â
âAnd the Order's about to kick off an arcane apocalypse,â Archie added, nuzzling Douxie.
You took a seat next to him. âIn our line of work itâs hard to find the time to grieve and now itâs harder than ever with this new threat, but weâll overcome it. Weâll figure out a way together.â You gave him a hug.
Douxie leaned into you and opened the book. He sighed. âBut 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?â
Archie gasped. âIt looks like...Ancient Draconic.â
âDraconic?â Steveâs eyes widened in panic. âDracula! Oh, no, Dracula!â
Claire rolled her eyes. âNo...as in dragons.â
âAs in...â Douxie trailed off.
âCharlemagne, the Devourer,â Archie finished, leaping into the air and transforming into a Dragon.
âCharlemagne, the Devourer. Keeper of the most sacred stones and treasures. A vicious dragon,â Douxie elaborated for yours, Claireâs, and Steveâs sake.
Archie circled the clearing landing on top of a piece of Camelot. âWhich is why we shouldn't trouble him. Maybe someone else can translate.â
Douxie shook his head. âCome on, Arch! This is clearly about the Genesis Seals. And if the Order finds them first-â
  âYes, yes, yes, we're all doomed.â Archie proofed back into a cat. âI suppose we'll have to pay Charlemagne a visit.â
âWhat about Jim?â Claire asked as Douxie called the flying ship to him. âI need to find him.â
âIâm worried about him,â you added.
âGo back to Hex Tech. Research any dark magic that can help him,â Douxie advised.
âClaire, do you think you can handle that alone?â You asked. âI think I should go with Douxie.â
âOf course. Iâll save Jim and you keep Douxie from doing anything crazy.â She made a waving motion. âOkay. Let's go, Steve.â
âAw! But the dragon quest!â Steve protested.
âWhat're you going to do, get eaten again?â Claire sassed and you laughed.
âIf I can Iâll get you some pictures, Steve,â you promised.
âThanks, Y/n,â he said, but you could tell he was still kinda pouting. Claire rolled her eyes and sent him through a portal.
âAlso if itâs not too much trouble, could you have Toby feed Mao?â 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 didnât seem like a good idea to bring a kitten into the Arcane Orderâs Castle. You couldnât wait til this was all over so you could spend some quality time together.
âWill do,â Claire said, hoping into the void.
Douxie helped you onto the ship. âWell, let's hope we get some answers... before the Order does.â
  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.
  âHere goes nothing,â Douxie whispered, turning the staff. The ship lurched forward and you fell against the rail.
  âDo you know who to drive this?â You asked.
  âOf course,â Douxie said at the same time Archie mouthed âNo.â
  Douxie turned the staff again and the ship shot ahead. You couched the rail, afraid that if you let go youâd fly off.
  Douxie didnât 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 âYoung Atlasâ, 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 wasnât 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 youâd make him a pie for good measure.
  Archie shouted directions and it wasnât 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 didnât seem to notice.
âDouxie!â You screamed. âThereâs a tree there!â
âI see it, love.â The ship made a sharp turn and you fell to the other railing, taking Archie down with you.
âSorry, Arch,â You apologized.
âHe may know how to drive everything from a car to a stagecoach, and he may have learned how to drive this, but it doesnât mean heâs good at it,â Archie grumbled.
  This time you held on a little tighter and the cold rail bit into your skin. You didnât 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. âYou've told me tales of Charlemagne, the Devourer, for centuries.â
Archie hopped down. âThe truth may be stranger than fiction.â
  âWho is he?â You asked.
âOh...I've heard terrible tales-whoever stole his treasure got baked alive into a blood pie,â Douxie explained.
âAnd burned, and singed,â Archie added. âOh, here we are.â
âSounds like thisâll be fun,â You muttered, shivering a bit from the cold night air.
Douxie looked down into the old well Archie had gestured at. âI really don't want to be a blood pie.â
âLetâs try to avoid that then. We arenât here to steal his treasure, we are here to ask for help,â you said, looking into the well for stairs or a ladder.
Douxie stood on top of the well. âHow do we get ther-â
Rocks slid and Douxie fell into the well. You winced as you heard him tumble.
âOh, no!â 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 Merlinâs staff hit him. âUgh! All this...ugh-â the book hit him â-for a book.â
âA very important book,â 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. âOh fuzz buckets.â
You heard and growl and you yelped. You and Douxie looked around for the source, ready to defend yourselves. âI do not want to be baked into a blood pie!â 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.
âOh...fuzz buckets,â Douxie whimpered and you grabbed onto his arm.
âWe can do this,â you whispered. âWeâve battled a Nyarlagroth and won.â
Douxie didnât respond, but the dragon did. âLook what the cat dragged in. Get it? 'Cat drag-in'! It's a play on words!â He laughed a big hearty laugh that made you smile despite your fear. âI slay myself! Archie? My cuddly little shapeshifter. Come here.â
âOh, Father!â 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.
âWhen did you get so big?â Charlemange asked.
Archie rolled his eyes. âVery funny, yes. You don't see me talking about all those grey scales, do you?â Â Â
âWhat? Charlemagne, the Devourer, is your father?!â Douxie concluded, lessening his tight grasp on your arm.
âDad, these are my dear friends, Douxie and Y/n,â Archie  introduced and you gave a small wave.
âNice to meet you, sir.â
âSo, I finally get to meet your wizard familiar. Mm! Which one is it?â Charlemange looked between you and Douxie.
âI am.â Douxie cleared his throat. âUm, pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Charlemagne, the Devourer.â
Charlemagne laughed. âPlease. My friends call me 'Charlie'. Let's retire to my dragon's den.â
  As you walked you gently nudged Douxie. âAnd you thought you were gonna get eaten.â
  âThis guys is the most feared dragon out there, you canât blame me.â
  âDonât worry, your screams were cute.â You kissed his cheek and went to stand next to Archie.
Charlie lit the fire. âI'm sure Archibald told you all about my famous blood-berry pies.â He set a gigantic pie down in front of you and you admired the craftsmanship.
â'Blood-berry'?â Douxie asked, shaking his head. âThere's no time for tea! The Arcane Order is back. They-â
âKilled Merlin,â Archie finished.
âMerlin's...dead? So, you're after the Seals, hmm?â Charlie asked.
Douxie nodded. âAnd we think this will tell us how to find them.â
âHmm. Of course.â Charlie took the book and opened it. âHe never wrote anything in large print. Mm. Ancient Draconic.â He gasped. âThe first letter is an 'H'.â
âAw, come on! We don't have forever! The world's at stake here!â Douxie shouted, frustrated.
âI'll need my reading glasses. Be back in two shakes of a wyvern's tail.â Charlie promised. âWhere did I put those things?â
Douxie snapped to Archie. âOh, a 'real monster', eh?â
Archie licked his paw. âYou think you're the only one with father issues, hmm?â
âArchie, why did you make your dad sound like a terrifying beast?â Douxie asked.
âThey're here somewhere!â Charlie yelled from across the room.
Archie sighed. âTruthfully, I was embarrassed. Dad's a walking pun factory. The legends seemed better than the truth. Then again, compared to Merlin, who was...â
âNot the type to make tea and biscuits,â Douxie finished.
âYes. And now that he's, well, gone, I'm more worried about you. You know you can talk to me, right?â Archie asked.
âWeâre here for you, Doux. I know what youâre going through,â you added.
Douxie took a seat and you followed suit, wrapping him into a hug. âI can't help but think...what if Merlin was more like Charlie? If he hadn't saved me in that alley-â Douxie sighed â-would I be a completely different wizard?â
âWe don't get to choose everyone that comes into our lives,â Archie said.
Douxie looked down. âOr when they leave.â
You gave a small smile and Archie came over to join your hug. âYouâre exactly who you should be, Douxie,â you consoled.
âTa-da!â Charlie said, coming back over. âWould you believe they were on my head the whole time?â
You gave a small chuckle as Douxie held up the book. âPlease. Just tell me what it says.â
Charlie looked at it thoughtfully. âMm. '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. âWhat? Wait, destroy his staff?â
âThere's no time to waste, my boy. You've got a world to save!â Charlie said
Douxie clutched the staff. Â Â âA wizard's staff is everything to them. Look, are you sure that you translated it correctly?â
Charlie swiped at Douxie, trying to get the staff. âUh!â He yelped, coming to the edge of a small cliff.
âHey!â You yelled.
âDad!â Archie scolded.
âWait! Don't rush me!â Douxie begged, raising his hand, a spell ready.
âDouxie, Dad, play nice!â Archie called, trying to mediate.
âGuys! We can talk this out!â You added, ready to use your own magic to stop any fighting.
âCareful, boy. You're playing with fire,â Charlie growled, letting out a string to show Douxie he wasnât kidding.
âOh, dear,â Archie whispered.
âNever challenge a dragon,â Charlie roared. You and Archie rushed to stand between the two.
âFather, Hisirdoux, I miss him, too. But you know, Merlin's not the only family you had,â Archie pointed out.
Charlie sighed, baking down. âHe'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?â 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 Charlieâs glasses.
âThat is just too cute!â You squealed.
Archie gasped. Â Father, please! Burn that!
Charlie shook his head. âArchie 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.â 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.
âI know you're still grieving.â Charlie continued. âI know this is too much. But in order to save your family-to save the world-you must let him go.â
The mist cleared and Douxie looked up to Charlie, determination burning in his eyes. âDo it. Destroy it.â
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.
âDouxie!â You and Archie yelled.
You rushed over to the pieces of the staff and picked up the remains. âWhat happened?â
âIf I had to guess, he went into a wormhole Merlin created to store the seals in,â Charlie said. âWe just have to give Douxie his time.â
You nodded. âOkay...â
Charlie came up from behind you. âI have more baby pictures of Archie to show to pass the time.â
âFather!â Archie complained as you moved back over to the pie.
âFeel free to have some,â 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. âCould I take a picture of you please? My friend, Steve, wanted to meet you, but he had to go with our other friend, Claire. Itâs a long story.â
âOf course,â Charlie beamed and you took out your phone. âSay cheese!â 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 hadnât seen many of them. Â 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.
âDouxie!â You yelled, immediately jumping up.
âMordrax's miracles, you found them!â Archie exclaimed and you looked at what Douxie was holding.
Charlie smiled. âWell done! I knew you'd do it, little buddy!â
Douxie admired them. âThe Genesis Seals! Now we just need to get back to Hex Tech and regroup.â
~~~~
  âUm, Doux!â You called as you looked down to the street Hex Tech was on. âYou need to see this.â
  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. âNo! No, no, no. No, no, no! No!â You all rushed over to Hex Tech, but the lights were off and ice was everywhere. âClaire! Steve! Nari!â Douxie called. Â âWhat happened here?â
You heard someone groan and you rushed over to see Krel. He was trapped in ice and looked on the edge of consciousness.He wasnât 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.
âKrel! No.â Douxie blasted the ice that was trapping Krel and you moved to heal him.
âWhere is everyone?â You asked.
Krel groaned. âCouldn't stop them. Took Nari. Oh, wait! He can show you.â He stood up and grabbed the head of a glitching robot with a human face. You shivered a bit at the creepy sight.
âWahoo! How are you, buckaroo?â 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.
âThis looks like the end!â He cried. âI leave my classic VHS action movie collection to my nana and my warhammer to Y/n!â 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. âThat's all fo-beep-boop,â the robot said.
You continued looking at the screen in horror. âNot them too.â 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.
âNo, no, no, no, no, no, no! This wasn't supposed to happen! No! Oh, please tell me there's something in here to help,â Douxie begged, setting Merlinâs book on a table leafing through it.
Archie put his paw on it, covering some of the words. âYou 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.â
âBut I can't just leave our friends to die!â Douxie protested.
âNo we canât,â you stated, determined. Your friends were not going to die. You werenât gonna lose anyone else. Â
âIt's not easy being a leader,â Krel said.
âThe Order will never stop coming after the seals,â Archie reminded and you nodded.
Douxie sighed. âWe'll spend the rest of our lives running.â
âSave our friends or save the world? You have to make a decision. We're out of time!â Krel complained.
Douxieâs head snapped up. âOr maybe...time is all we have.â
  âWhat do you mean?â Archie asked, but it hit you.
âWe send the Arcane order through time,â you concluded.
âItâs 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?â
Krel shrugged. âMaybe.â
âWell, âmaybeâ is all weâve got right now. We can only hope this works. Letâs get to work!â Douxie exclaimed.
You turned to him. âIâm gonna go leave Mao with my mom, but I'll be back to help soon, okay?â
âOkay, stay safe.â He kissed you and you wished you didnât 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. âArcane Order, Hisirdoux is here!â He spoke. âAh-ah-ah-ah--! Hold your hexes if you still want these.â He held up the seals and you realized how weird it was to be on the other side of astral projection. âYou want them?â Douxie asked. âWell, come and get them. I'll be at the cafe.â Douxieâs eyes opened and gave you a thumbs up before he turned to walk over to Krel.
âYour designs were complicated, but I'm 98.442 percent sure that this will work.â He set the device down and it spun to life. âAkiridion tech and magic are so compatible! Who would have thought?â Krel laughed.
âNo turning back now,â Archie said as Douxie picked up the little-yet very important-trinket Krel had made.
âWasn't planning on it. Arch, pass me those salad bowls, then head out. Y/n, prep the airship,â Douxie requested.
âI'll always follow you, Doux, but this could be a huge mistake,â Archie warned.
â'A wizard doesn't make mistakes-he makes unexpected possibilities,'â Douxie quoted, courage and determination ringing through his voice.
You smiled at him nervously as you walked out the door. âStay safe and donât forget you still owe us brunch.â
~~~~
âHold on, big guy. I'm about to bust you out. Agh! Cheap lighter!â Steve whined as you entered the room. You nodded to Archie and he sent his own fire to free Aaarrrgghh.
âI did it! Sir Steve is your savior!â Steve cheered and you rolled your eyes.
âHelpful as always, Steve,â 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. âPlease stop, Jim!â Aaarrrgghh growled. âDon't make me hurt you, Master Jim!â
âStop it, Jim!â You scolded, your big sister instincts kicking in as he hit Aaarrrgghh .
âWingman, no!â 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.
âNo!â 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 wouldnât enjoy this type of music either.
âHow about a little music to soothe the savage beast? Is everybody all right?â Douxie asked, knocking Jim out with his guitar-staff.
You rushed over to him. âDid it work?â
Douxie nodded. âSo far so good. Now we just need to get everyone out. Is everyone all right?â
âDouxie!â Toby exclaimed. âI'd hug ya, but I can't move my arms.â
âWhere is the Arcane Order?â Claire asked, getting to her feet.
âI have them preoccupied.â He gasped. âWhat's the Queen of the Apocalypse doing here?â
  âWhat I should have done long ago-deal with my brother,â she said, moving past Douxie. âGet your injured to safety.â
  You moved to help Aaarrrgghh up. âWe need to find Nari.â
âNari!â Douxie exclaimed. âShe's not here with you?â
Claire shook her head. âThey locked her up somewhere. Douxie, did you get the Seals?â
âUh...â Douxie hesitated. âI'll explain later. Let's go.â
âGrab Jim,â Claire requested.
Aaarrrgghh grunted. âGot him!â
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.
âWhoa, whoa! Whoo-hoo! Whoa! Sorry, sorry! I'm still getting the hang of it,â Krel apologized.
âAll right, everyone on board. Krel will take you down to Arcadia. I have to get Nari, see my plan through to the end,â Douxie explained.
Douxie held out his hand to help you onto the ship, but you didnât take it. âIâm coming.â
âNo, you go with them. You need to keep them safe.â
âFine.â 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 youâd be a slightly better driver.
  âHeâll be okay,â Claire soothed and you nodded.
  âWhat should we do about Master Jim?â Blinky asked.
  âRestrain him,â you replied, raising your hands to perform the spell, but before you could his eyes snapped open.
âOh, no!â Claire yelped.
âOh! No, no, no! Go back to sleep, Big Jim!â Steve yelled, trying to whack Jim with his axe. Jim caught it and sent Steve flying over the edge.
âSteve! No!â 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. âHold on!â 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 hadnât been impaled by a branch from the tree you had somehow landed in.
"Y/n! Claire!â Toby screamed and you hopped down from your branch to see Aaarrrgghh and Jim fighting.
âJim!â Claire cried.
âAaarrrgghh remind Jim who he was.â Aaarrrgghh pinned Jim to the ground.
âMaster Jim, snap out of it! We are your friends,â Blinky tried.
âYour family!â 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.
âOh, no!â You heard Toby gasp. âCome on, Jimbo. It's Toby, your best friend. Oh, no, oh, no!â Jim roared turning to Toby, but Claire sent a portal and Toby popped in next to you.
âJim Lake Jr., I know you can hear me! I know you're still in there!â Claire yelled as you got up. Her eyes glowed purple and Jimâs golden outlining turned the same color.
âGet out of my head!â Jim roared, attacking CLaire who portaled away.
âI promised I'd come back for you! Now fight it, Jim!â Claire begged sending a swirling blast of magic at Jim when he continued to charge.
âNo! My soul belongs to the king!â Jim growled. You got ready to take over the fight when a blast shook the ground, knocking you back down.
âMorgana!â Claire yelled, but her voice turned into a scream.
âJim, no!â You got up again, already chanting a spell.
âOh, no!â Toby cried as Jim squeezed Claire.
âClaire!â Blinky called.
âI love you, Jim. We all do. Please...â 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.
âClaire? Y/n?â He asked.
Claire smiled. âThere you are!â
Jim beamed, but your euphoria faded when you saw stone spreading over him.
âOh, no!â Toby cried.
  âClaire!â Jim panicked. âY/n?!â
âJim! Jim!â She sobbed. âNo! Jim! No! No!â
You sank to the ground. âNo! Not again, This will not happen again. Weâve already lost too much.â 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 youâd actually half to tell your mom.
You sobbed harder, it just wasnât fair. Jim couldnât be gone, he had barely lived his life. Sure he had his fair share of great adventures, but that didnât 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 wouldnât let him be. You couldnât 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. âY/n...â
You stood and wrapped him in a tight hug. âYouâre okay! I missed you so much!â
âI missed you too.â You stayed there, hugging him for a while, trying to soak up all the happiness you were feeling from your brother. You couldnât 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 Douxieâs 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 wouldnât 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.
âI canât be too late. Come on Douxie. Youâre gonna be okay. You canât leave me here. I canât do this without you. You canât die now. I need you,â you sobbed, tears soaked Douxieâs jacket as you mourned.
You couldnât 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, Douxieâs chest was moving.
âY/n...?â Archie asked and you realized that he had been on your shoulder, lying on Douxie with you.
Douxie coughed. âEh...?â
âYouâre okay!â You cried, jumping into his arms.
Archie copied you. âDouxie! You brave, foolish boy.â
Douxie groaned. âBut everything hurts.â
Claire smiled. âI can't believe you're okay.â
Archie laughed. âBarely! Seems you're the one with nine lives. And don't you ever do that again.â
âHappy you're alive, Teach,â Claire said as the two of you plus Steve helped him up.
âEasy,â Douxie rasped. âI just came back from beyond the grave. But wait, where's Jim? Mordrax's miracles. It seems I've missed a lot.â
âSame, but glad to be back,â Jim said.
Douxie looked around. âWhat about Arthur?â
âSquished,â Aaarrrgghh grunted.
âIndeed,â Blinky confirmed. âAnd I'm afraid with their demise, Excalibur...â
âIs right over here!â Toby yelled, racing over to try only for the sword to not even budge. âOkay, I just had to try. Itâs kinda fun. Y/n you should try.â
You chuckled. âThanks, but Iâll pass.â Honestly you just didnât want to let go of Douxie.
âWhat of you, Master Jim?â Blinky questioned.
âWhat?â Jim asked.
You helped Douxie forward. âJim, Blinky's right. With Arthur gone, someone needs to wield Excalibur.â
âWho better than the Trollhunter?â Claire pointed out.
Jim looked down. âBut without the amulet, am I still the Trollhunter?â
âThis 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 specialâour 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,â Douxie explained.
âAre you sure our Douxie came back from the dead? This one is super sappy,â Claire joked.
âCheeky,â Douxie said and you all laughed, but you noticed Douxie stopped soon after. âIt's time Nari and I got a move on, before the Order catches up.â
Claire frowned. âYou're leaving? Already?â
âYeah, you just finished a whole speech about saving the world together,â Steve reminded, as Douxie, Nari, and Archie got onto the slightly damaged ship.
âWhere are you going?â Jim asked, coming up to stand next to you.
âI 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,â Douxie reassured.
âWeâll 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,â you added, climbing onto the ship.
âWe?â Douxie asked and you took his hands.
You gave a small smile. âYeah âweâ. Youâre gonna need me.â
âWhat if you get hurt?â
âWeâll have each other's backs,â You said, petting Archie. âItâs gonna be okay.â
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.
****
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.đ And happy Halloween!!
P.S. if you want to be on the taglist feel free to ask. I hope it works and please message me if it doesnât.
#douxie x reader#douxie imagine#hisirdoux casperan x reader#hisirdoux x reader#wizards imagine#trollhunters imagine#toa imagine#tales of arcadia imagine#douxie#hi#hisirdoux casperan#toa douxie#wizards douxie#wizards#trollhunters#trollhunters douxie#tales of arcadia#tales of arcadia douxie#toa#fire keeper#chapter 21
68 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Wonderfully Wrong || (AâF)
When you thought your boyfriend Jinho forgot your anniversary it really upset you, but later that night you realized how wrong you were
â Pairing: Jinho x Reader
â Genre:Â Angst to Fluff
â Words:Â 1.5K
â A/n: Thank you so much @nose-bandaidâ for requesting this, we had a lot of fun writing it and we hope you enjoy đ
â Iâll pick you up at 7pm. Dress nicely ;)â
Youâve 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 didnât exactly make any plans, specially because his group has been preparing for a comeback soon, but since he sent that text you couldnât 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. Â
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.
âWowâ he said as soon as he laid eyes on you, and you just smiled shyly as he pulled you in for a quick kiss âready?â
You nodded, entering his car.
âSo, where are we going?â you asked, trying to not get over excited
âWell, our manager got us in contact with a major music video director, and heâs throwing this party so we can meet him properly.â Jinho smiled sweetly
âOhâ your face fell. Did he forget? âReally? Thatâs amazing, baby, Iâm excited for you!â You couldnât bring yourself to ask him. You knew how hard heâs been working lately, and maybe sometimes he just didnât realize what day it is. That didnât stop the disappointment from taking over you.
âThank you, baby.â he smiled sweetly âand of course I wanted my girl by my side.â
You forced a fake smile, not trusting yourself with words at the moment. Needless to say, the rest of the ride was awfully silent.
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.Â
"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".
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.
âIs there someone in here?â You asked, confused.
âNopeâ 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/NâŚ", 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.
#Pentagon fluff#Jinho#Pentagon#angst to fluff#jo jinho#pentagon scenario#request#pentagon resquest#nose-bandaid#uninetwork#kpop#kpop scenario#kpop angst#kpop fluff
37 notes
¡
View notes
Text
just a jumbled mess of stream of consciousness thoughts while listening to folklore: (alos heads up i donât know any of the song names so iâm 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 donât 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 iâm getting that feeling again and i donât feel its going to go away. havenât 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 sheâll 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. iâm 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 didnât know aobut or parts tehy donât 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 âladyâ 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.Â
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 iâm so speeechless so many ways sheâs never sung before, a new side of her and her vocals so haunting nad beaitiful and breathy its enchanting. i donât know how to describe it.
it doesnât have ot be an affair to feel this way to feel like the perosn youâve broken up with is someone youâll 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 manâs âcrazyâ 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 youâll get better and will probably end up being the song i skip the most like all taylors songs about her mom becuause i canât always handle those feels.
bettyâs 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 didnât 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 twoudlnât 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. iâm a mess.
sometimes i when i listen to taylor i think her voice hasnât 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.Â
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 elseâs 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. iâm not ready for it to be over. play it again sam.
edit; like this wasnât 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 canât 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 bettyâs song when he left for the summer and ruined everything.
he did come back to her but i donât 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 womanâs fault.Â
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 iâve 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) donât 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 âonly bought this dress so you could take it offâ in dress. adn i am reminded yet again, our girl is growing up. is grown up. she says fu and everything.
bettyâs gardne mentions being 17 and not knowing anything and in cardigent we were young and they said we donât 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 werenât said things you wanted to say
hoax mentions number one bringing it all back to the first song
#taylor swift#folklore listen#first impressions#folklore#shut up me#a mess that no one wanted#idk why i'm posting this#but maybe something in the madness will speak to someone and make them go oh yyeah#idk#and i'm back on my shit#this should be the last edit#no one needs ot know all my thoughts
2 notes
¡
View notes
Text
/Blinded Love\
Kim Woojinđť
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.
Woojinđť: Stay where you are iâll 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.
âGet in loserâ 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.
âOh Woojin thank you so much!â You beam at him as you shake your head a bit before glancing over at him.
âThaâts what besties are for am i right?â He laughs and starts back up the car and before you know it your driving off.
Thatâs right. Best friends. Thatâs 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.
. . . .Â
âWell did you tell him yet?â 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.
âNo Chanâ You sigh as your grip your books harder to your chest.
âHoneslty Y/N if you dont tell Woojin then im going to te-â But Chans quickly quite as your hand covers his mouth.
âDid you just lick my hand?âYou throw a hand at him as you wipe the aplm of your hand off his jumper.
âIm not letting this go y/n, im going to science ill see you at lunch.â He gives you a quick high five before hes running through the crowd of students who were also pushing and shoving.
. . . . . .Â
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.
âWell hello thereâ 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.
âim sooooo hungryâ He says as he practially drags you to the cafertiera, maybe i should tell him today?Â
Wait maybe not its a school day?
âWoojin slow down your legs are too longâ 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.
âNo Seungmin there my pokemon cards give them back to me!â 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.
âOkay and I told you I dont know where they areâ Seungmin replys back. Felix groans his head falling onto your shoudler.
âAhh Y/n noona hes so mean give out to him.â Felix says as he picks up his banna milk.
âSeungmin buys Felix new pokemon cardsâ You say to the unbothered boy across from you.
âNoâ
âyesâ
âN-â
âOkay felix during the weekend we can go out and Ill buy you knew pokemon cards oakyâ You give the boy a sweet smile in which he yells out a quick yes of happnies.
âY/N you want anything?â Woojin says as he points to the line at the top of the cafertia.
âEhmmm surpirse meâ You sweetly say, a smile grows on Woojins face as he practailly skips over to the line with other students.
âYour literally eye raping himâ Chan eye rolls as he sits down across from Felix.
âDont roll your eyes at me Christopherâ 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 Iâm sorry).
âThank you woojinnieâ 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 weâre 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.
âYou okay?â 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.
âSo woojin hows Irene?â 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?
âU-uhâ 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.
Chanâs quick to notice and comes up with an excuse for you to leave.
âHey remeber that project we have yeah letâs go now!â 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.
âAre you okayâ
âWhy arenât you talking to meâ
âDid I do somethingâ
Yes you broke my heart. But you clearly didnât reply to them.
âWhy are you acting as if weâre in a relationship.â 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 itâs rudely pushed open and in walks Woojin.
âListen I donât know what your problem is but talk to me! Pleaseâ He angrily says as he runs his hands through his messy hair making it even messier.
âI donât kno-â 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 thatâs happening.
âYour in love with Chan arenât you?â He says
You almost laugh at him.
âWhat no woojin?â You shake your head at the thought.
âTHEN WHAT IS IT, DONT YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND ANYMORE?â His voice raises again as he seems to get no answer from you.
âNo woojin I donât want to be your friend an-â
âWHY Y/N GOVE ME A GOOOD EXPLA-â
"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"
Thereâs 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 â You look down at the wooden floor beneath yo
"you have no idea how many troubles I went through just because I simply canât shake off the fact I love you. Yet you talk about your newest hookup to me contanslty, Iâm always with Chan because he encourages me to tell you how I feel. Donât 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.â 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.
#woojin#kim woojin#woojin imagine#stray kids imagine#stray kids angst#stray kids masterlist#lee felix imagine#chan imagine#seungmin#kim woojin imagines#stray kids soft hours
43 notes
¡
View notes
Text
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 didnât even charge me !! and i got my book ! yayyy
#successful day đđđť#also the part for my car arrived..now i just have 2 wait on my f*ther to replace it for me..#anyways#i didnât 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 didnât 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 didnât 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#iâm not exactly in the market for fine jewelry and hopefully my necklace wonât 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 didnât wanna bug him so i just sat and waited for my necklace ;-;#i donât 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 isnât 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 weâll see :â)#snow.txt
5 notes
¡
View notes
Text
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.
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. . .
20 notes
¡
View notes
Text
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 havenât read them or want a refresher, since itâs 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 wasnât that he didnât like her anymoreâin fact, his heart heart more than ever whenever he caught a glimpse of herâit was just that he knew better now than to think sheâd end up with him. Heâd somehow managed to dodge her texts all weekend, and he missed her more than ever. But he couldnât let himself feel that way about her, not anymore. Not now that heâd 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 Roryâs story: a small mercy. Grace smiled at him from across the table.
âHey, Ajay! We were wondering when youâd get here.â
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.
âI just had to talk to a teacher for a second. How was everyoneâs morning?â
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 didnât miss Grace, didnât remember exactly how her lips had felt against his, didnât 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 hadnât gotten very much sleep, up all night intermittently doing work and trying to figure out how to win Grace back. He hadnât 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 wasnât lost. He tapped Graceâs hand to get her attention, and was just opening his mouth to ask her somethingâask her what, he wasnât sureâwhen a girl he recognized from his drama class suddenly walked up to the table and started talking.
âHey! Rory and Grace, right?â
Grace looked shocked, but Rory smoothly introduced himself.
âYeah, thatâs us! Whatâs up?â
âOh my god,â the girl gushed, âI saw you guys in the play! The Enchanted Kingdom! You did so great!â
âWow, thanks!â Grace said, shaking off her surprise. âThatâs so great to hear. You know, our director, Ajay, is right therââ
She was cut off by the girl. âRory, 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?â
To Ajayâs horror, Grace didnât say anything. Her face turned red, and she stuttered, but no coherent words came out.
She must be embarrassed⌠itâs clear from earlier, when she shrugged Rory off, that she didnât 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, weâre just best friends.
She wanted to say it so badly, but she just couldnât get the words out.
âUm, I⌠itâs not um. Itâs not⌠like that?â she finally managed to stutter, but the girl completely disregarded her, especially when Rory turned to Grace.
âWell, yâknow, I was actually meaning to ask you about that,â he said.
Graceâs eyes widened in shock.
âWhat?!â
Grace whipped her head around to look at Ajay, who wouldnât 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.
âNo, weâre not dating. Weâre just best friends.â he clarified, and the girlâs face fell.
âAw, well you would make a cute couple. Too bad.â She walked away, finally, and Grace remembered how to breathe. She turned again to Rory.
âRory, weâre going to talk about this later,â 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.
âAjay!â she called after him, but he only sped up.
âAjay, itâs not what you think it was!â He didnât 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.
Graceâs knees couldnât keep her up. She backed up against a locker and slid to the ground, barely able to contain her tears.
God, Iâm such an idiot! Why didnât I say anything? Oh god, he must think somethingâs 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 couldnât keep them in anymore. Erin found her like that five minutes later.
âOh, Grace. Come here.â
Erin pulled her into a hug.
âWhat happened there?â
âI⌠umâŚâ Graceâs voice shook even more and she sniffed. âItâs a lot.â
âYou want to tell me after school? I can drive you home, we can talk about it privately.â
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 Erinâs car. She distracted herself by turning the dial through different radio stations, but once Erin was on the main road everything started coming out.
âA⌠a few weeks ago, I guess, Ajay asked me out.â
Erinâs eyes widened, but she said nothing.
âWe went to go get coffee, and it was a really nice time. And Iâd 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.â
She took a second to breathe, and Erin cut in.
âWow, thatâs crazy. I mean I saw you guys both making heart eyes at each other across the auditorium, but I didnât know this was going on. I think I get why he stormed out of the cafeteria now.â
âWell, yeah, with that girl and Rory just saying things the way they did,â she grumbled. âI donât know why I just couldnât say that Rory and I werenât 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 didnât want to have that discussion right then, and especially not right in front of Ajay.â
âYeah, I get that. He definitely put you on the spot there.â
âHe did. I guess⌠Iâm gonna have to talk to him about it when he gets home. I might just wait outside of his house.â
âGood plan. And Grace,â she hesitated. âAjay can be really insecure, especially when it comes to relationships. Iâm sure youâve noticed. Heâs just really paranoid about getting his heart broken again. So please, try and talk to him about it?â
Grace thought it over.
âI⌠I wish I could, Erin. But I donât know. It seemed really obvious today that heâs not interested in me anymore, especially because he didnât even say anything when that girl thought Rory and I were together. He wouldnât even listen to what I said. I donât think heâll listen to me again.â
Erinâs jaw tightened, and she stared straight ahead onto the road.
âIâm gonna kick his ass,â she mumbled, mostly to herself. Rather than respond, Grace just pretended she didnât 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 Roryâs house. She didnât 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,
âRory, Iâm so-â
He shook his head. âNo, Grace, you donât have anything to apologize for. Iâm the one who should be sorry, for telling you something like that with everyone around. I shouldâve waited to ask you about it in private.â
âI⌠itâs okay, Rory. I donât want to hurt you, but I donât like you that way. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs okay, Grace.â He gave her a sad smile. âIâm strong, Iâll get over it. It was just a little crush.â
âOkay. Thanks, Rory.â 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.
#ajay x mc#ajay#hss ajay#hssca ajay#hss#hssca#choices hssca#high school story#high school story: class act#fanfic#choices fanfic#ajay fanfic#my fanfic#drinks series
33 notes
¡
View notes
Photo
CANâT 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 youâd want to try him out.
A/N: This is an office AU basically from this post. Yep, itâs all a setup for that joke.
[Dean x Reader. Characters: Dean, Reader, OFC Words: 2,477. Warnings: a couple of bad words thatâs 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. Itâs 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 youâd 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.
Thatâs what made it so difficult to watch one of them leave.
You knew you couldnât keep Maddy forever. You wished you could, obviously, she had been the best assistant youâd ever had. Constantly trying to impress you, she hadnât 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 couldnât ignore her potential anymore and a year after that she was moving on. Â
âWe all know why weâre here,â you held a plastic champagne flute in your manicured hand and looked over at your favorite employee, well, your friend. âMaddy, 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.â You let your bright, office smile melt into something more genuine, âMads, I couldnât be more serious when I say I donât know what Iâll do without you. But Iâm so proud of you and I canât wait to see you bust your way through that new team of yours until weâre working side by side.â
Everyone shares a collective âawwâ as you raise your glass in the air and finish with, âgo get âem Mads!â
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. Youâre the boss after all, as friendly as your staff might be with you none of them, save Maddy, were actually your friends. You didnât have time for friends, which might be why her leaving hits you a little harder than youâd thought it would. For the amount of time you were forced together, sheâs 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.
âKnock, knock. Miss Y/L/N?â
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 youâve seen everyone pour for her.
You lean back and fold your arms over your chest with feigned annoyance on your face, âexcuse me, is that how I asked you to address me?â
She laughs at you but doesnât make any move to come further into your space, she knows not to disturb when youâre trying to work, âso bossy since you stopped being my boss.â
You return your eyes to the screen with a smile. âStop getting ahead of yourself. You still work for me till Monday. I canât be expected to brief your replacement. I have absolutely no idea how to run my own life.â
Maddy doesnât let her own smile waver but her voice turns serious, âyou going to have time for one more drink tonight?â
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, âIâm sorry. If this isnât done tonight then⌠well, it has to be done tonight. Besides arenât those lot taking you out?â
She nods having worked for you long enough to understand. âThey want to, but I told them my dragon of a boss needs me in early tomorrow to train her newbie. I think theyâre planning on ruining me tomorrow night instead.â
âOh, thatâs considerate of them.â 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.Â
âI thought so too. You need anything else before I head home?â 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, âget out of here before I have to fire you. Iâm a big girl, I can call my own car,â you wink playfully, âfor once.â
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 thereâs 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 hadnât counted on was problems on the F train.
Heâs 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 heâs got away with it? Or was the six AM start a joke, to begin with? Hazing the new guy? Heâd admittedly thought it pretty fucking ridiculous when heâd heard it.
âOh my God finally, are you Dean?â
He looks down to realize this tiny woman in front of him appeared from nowhere. She already looks like sheâs run half a marathon and shows no intention of stopping considering the piles of product pamphlets in her hands.
âErm, yeah?â
The pamphlets are shoved into his hands now making the messenger bag hanging loosely from his shoulder drop to the floor. âGood. Iâm Maddy and I have one day to show you the ropes. I guess rule number one would be donât show up nearly an hour late but hopefully, youâre smart enough to know that already.â
He motions to the bright but empty office at the end of the room, âbut sheâs notâŚ?â
âSheâs already in her first meeting genius. So, youâre late meeting her, youâre late for me showing you how she takes her first coffee and you guessed it, youâre late for her first morning run through.â
He cringes in a way that says âshitâ without the word needing to be spoken.
âYep. Now bring those over to my desk, although I suppose itâs yours now, and Iâll try and give you two years of information in the next twenty minutes.â
âI have been an assistant beforeâŚâ he starts but then he catches what else she said, âwhy what happens in twenty minutes?â
Maddy smiles wickedly like sheâs enjoying this far too much, âoh, thatâs when she gets back.â
âI understand the issues youâre dealing with Doug, but my guys have enough to deal with in the upcoming quarter, this is not going to help.â Youâre standing outside the meeting room you just exited arguing with your least favorite member of the executive team.
Dougâs smile is tight-lipped and his tone patronizing as ever, âthatâs why we have you right? Sell it to them.â
You school your features as you often have to while speaking to the slimy Operations head, also known as the bane of your existence, âsell them a 40% reduction in stock because your Supply Chain team didnât plan correctly? No problem. And here I was thinking I was here to sell to our clients.â
You spin on your heel and leave, although momentarily satisfied at getting the last word the unavoidable problem plagues you with itâs potential hit to your Q3 targets.
Youâre about to storm into your office when you find the glass door being held open for you by a stranger. A handsome, you didnât 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, âthatâs Dean, the new me. He finally showed, want to see us in five?â
âYeah⌠erm, no.â You remember yourself and the outcome of your first meeting, âMake 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?â Although sounding like it, none of it is a question.
You take your eyes off of Dean, who you hadnât been staring at the entire time youâd 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 sheâs saying. As much as you spearheaded the paperless office initiative it strikes you as cute that heâs 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.
â¨Itâs 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 thatâs 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 sheâd missed or declined to pick up, and a summary of all her emails for the last hour. That was fine, pretty standard, but then sheâd hit him with the sucker punch like the fact that Y/N texts at all hours, seven days a week, so she doesnât forget anything. And she expects to have summary notes on everything sheâd sent the next day.
âYou donât get it. Sheâs the youngest VP in the company and the youngest woman VP in the industry. Sheâs a legend. And sheâs 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.â
âSo, sheâs crazy?â He finally asks after listening to a couple of stories like this. Donât 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 heâs offended her. Maybe they have some girl power, sisterhood of traveling pants, feminist thing going on.
âNo, sheâs not crazy. Sheâs busy being successful. Successful and still looking out for her team of fifty people including those in the field.â Maddyâs eyes are wide and insistent.
Damn. Itâs not a woman thing, itâs a friend thing.
He dips his head in apology, which seems enough for now, but the PDF on her screen, which has been titled âSo youâre Y/N Y/L/Nâs new assistant?â tells him that heâs not entirely wrong.
Itâs forty-nine pages.
He can appreciate that Maddy seems to have a sense of humour with some of the advice sheâs written out, and honestly, heâs worked at jobs where they leave you high and dry to figure this stuff out for yourself, so he does appreciate it, but nothing sheâs showing him is convincing him of his new bosses sanity.
He can totally understand why sheâs loco. Heâs not an idiot, clearly, he knows who she is and her reputation. Sheâs 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 sheâs worked hard to get to where she is. So, if he has to make sure that she only ever travels to Washington on Wednesdayâs because she likes the alliteration, then so be it.
He just doesnât get why everyoneâs acting like thereâs not something wrong with her.
Everyone heâs spoken to, which to be fair is Maddy and only a handful of others, either loves her or at the very least respects her. Thereâs no complaining about keeping the office at exactly 62 degrees because she runs hot or how she only drinks espresso-based drinks so they donât have a filter machine on this floor.
Thatâs the amazing thing. Not her sales figures, or her age or reputation. Itâs 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
#dean winchester x reader#spn fanfic#supernatural x reader#supernatural fanfiction#spn x reader#spn#spn reader insert#supernatural#supernatural reader insert#dean x reader#dean winchester#dean x y/n#my gif
54 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Waiting
By Ahn
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.
Youâre asleep inside the motel. I should be in there, curled up with your spine pressed against me and your hair tickling my nose. Itâs three in the morning and Iâm 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 canât love someone out of anything. I want to say I believe myself, but we both know Iâm still trying to love the sadness out of you.
Thereâs too much energy pounding inside me, pressing against the cracks of my ribs and begging to tumble out. Iâve 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 Iâm just breaking myself.Â
My fingers are trembling as I send a message to her. Itâs all jumbled letters and misspelled words autocorrect doesnât feel like changing. I canât be bothered to capitalize or punctuate. Maybe thatâs why she calls me within moments; Iâm 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 itâs only two seconds of silence before she starts calling again. I donât 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.
âHey,â I whisper.
My voice is hoarse. Quiet. Falling apart, really.
âYou asked me to call.â
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.
âOlivia?âÂ
I donât respond. I canât. It occurs to me that I am sobbing too much to answer. I canât breathe. Icanâtbreathe.Â
âOlivia, breathe with me. Come on. Listen.â
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.
âFuck,â I whisper under my breath, trusting her to hear me, âIâm so sorry.â
âItâs okay, hun.â
I just focus on breathing for a while, focus on fitting myself back into my body because, at this moment, I donât 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.
âI found her.â
Silence. And then, âHow was she?â
âAlive.â
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 Iâd stumble onto your dead fucking body.
After a moment, I think to say more.
âShe wasnât great.â
âI can imagine. She never is.â
âI 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?âÂ
My voice gets louder as I remember finding you at the oceanâs 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.
âI feel like sheâs always waiting for me to find her.â
Iâm so tired.
Iâm so so tired.
And youâre in there and Iâm 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.
âI canât do this anymore.â Itâs a quiet admission.
âYouâre not responsible for her.â
I think of you curled up alone in a crappy motel room with the A.C. on blast even though I hate the cold.
âYeah, I amâ I murmur.Â
And itâs hard to admit it out loud, how responsible I feel for your breakdowns and your pain.Â
âYouâre not alone, Olivia.â
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. Itâs not fair that Iâm out here at 3 a.m. pushing all of this weight onto her. Itâs not fair but Iâm 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. Itâs 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?
âArenât I?â
âIsnât she there? Arenât you there for her? That means youâre also with her, Olivia.â
I close my eyes and lean my head back until itâs 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 donât trust her and you donât want to talk to her. It feels like Iâm a traitor for calling her, but who else can I call at three in the morning?
âYou know itâs not the same,â I respond with a sigh.
Sheâs silent and doesnât have an answer for a painful truth. Iâve grown distant from everyone, pulled myself away as I worried myself sick about you and wondered where youâd gone and what you were doing and if you were even alive. I canât 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.
âIâm here.â
And sheâs 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 Iâm you to her. I donât 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.
Iâm trying so hard to fix myself for Gracie. I guess part of me wishes youâd do the same. I wonder if itâs stupid to think you donât love me that much if youâre willing to keep dragging me through this every month. Itâs not true, and I know it, but I canât 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 arenât all romantic. I wonder which of my loves has a bigger hold on me.
Of course, Iâm here with you. Even when Iâm with others, my mind is with you.
âI love you,â I say.
âI know,â she responds. And then, âWe should watch Star Wars again.â
A snort bursts out before I can stop it. âYouâre such a nerd.â
âNot denying that.â
âGracieâŚ,â I sigh. âWhat am I doing hereâŚ?â
âShe needs you.âÂ
It hurts to hear it. It makes me want to leave this city, leave this state, leave this entire goddamn country. Iâve never been needed like this before. Iâve always walked out before I could be wanted, let alone needed.
Tears prick my eyes again.Â
âIâm not strong enough.â
We both know itâs 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 canât. 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.Â
âYou donât have to be. Weâre all here for you. All of your friends and all of your loved ones are still here for you.â
Iâm nodding even though she canât see me, swallowing uneasily on the knot in my throat.
âIâm here for you, Olivia. Take all the strength you need from me. Lord knows youâve given me strength when I need it.â
âNobody ever talks about this part, Grace,â I whisper, âNone 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 hasnât. They never talk about what to do when itâs killing you too.â
âI know,â she says, a lifeline floating in the emptiness. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs not your fault.â
âIâm still sorry.â
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 Iâm here and Iâm alive.
âWhat if she had died tonight? What would I even do?â
Itâs terrible and itâs 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 hasnât budged from my side for years, somehow finds an answer to the impossible questions Iâve asked.
âYouâd live, Olivia. And youâd mourn and youâd cry and maybe youâd want to die. But youâd live. And sometime, definitely not right away but definitely someday, youâd be happy again and itâd be⌠okay.â
âOkay.â I take a breath and then I take another. âOkay.â
âOkay?â
âYeah. Iâm gonna be- Iâm gonna be okay.â
âI know youâll be.â
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 donât 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 waterâs 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 canât feel your hand in mine. Itâs 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.
Iâm alone again and Iâm far, far away from Earth.
The memory of Gracieâs 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 youâve 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.
#writers on tumblr#poets on tumblr#writers of tumblr#poets of tumblr#Writers' World#submission#spilled ink#poetic stories#prose poetry#writers creed#Writers Corner#Writing
16 notes
¡
View notes
Text
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.
âI didnât come all this way for a coffee, Eddie.â Jason, who is clearly annoyed.
âSomeone 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?â
âWhat, you are still on that? What are you looking for anyway?â
âHear 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.â
âThey are actually doing an interview with you? Do they not know what you have done?â Which mean all those corrupted company Eddie took down in the past.
âI guess not. Or they are playing ignorance.â
âYea, big company do have a tendency of doing that.â
âSo, can you do some hacking or not? Kind of need it by tomorrow.â
âTomorrow, are you serious?â
âYes, sorry is so last minute.â
âFine... you own me big time! That coffee is shit by the way.â âSince big time reporter need his super secret document, I better get to work. I am going to send you the file tonight.â
âYea, yea. I own you, thanks!â
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.
âWhat do you want Jason?â
âAre you out on patrol today?â
âNo.â
âGreat, can you help me hack into Life Foundation? The new research they are doing specifically.â
âYou in San Fansico?â
âYea, can you help??â
âWhy are you doing this?â Itâs actually quite surprising that Tim would ask anything, in their line of âworkâ hacking into big company is like a daily chore, so that should not be anything but ordinary. Well apparently not Jason guess.
âItâs just a favour for a friend.â
âDonât know what you are getting yourself into, but be careful.â âOkay. I got it. Jus.. they are doing all kind of experiment on human.â
âWell, thatâs was quick. Whatever that is mind send me a copy of it?â Jason wonder if he should call earlier.
âJust did. I got to go Bruce is calling me.â
âAlright, thanks. Own you a coffee, Tim.â
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.
âHi, Peter. Iâm Dora Skirth the chief scientist for this project.â Dora leading Jason âPeterâ 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.
âKeep an eye on this, and the monitor over there.â
âOkay.â
Jason sit down infront of the cell and start monitoring the wave and movement as told by Dr.Skirth. Jason phone buzz.
âI mess up, they kick me out.â 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.
âWell, I got a position in their lab. But cant move yet, probably have to wait till everyone is off.â Jason send a text back to Eddie.
Then Jason hear a familiar voice, itâs 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.
âWhy did you hack into my system, cousin.â Oh they are cousin, thatâs totally make sense Jason think. Itâs very unusual that Tim would get caught like that, Carlton must be good at that.
âJust curious about your research.â Good going Tim, he really is not the best liar.
âYou can just ask you know, cousin.â Then Carlton start leading Tim toward where Jason is.
âLet me show you.â âOpen the door.â 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 donât 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.
âWe call them symboite, they canât survive without a host on earth. So we are trying to find one for them.â Jason as this instant know exactly wha going to happen, start to think we he can do to get Tim out.
Tim didnât 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.
âHum, so whatâs the plan?â Tim ask when they turn a corner and loses the gruad for a bit.
âDo I look like someone that have a plan.â
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.
âYou are stronger than I thought.â
âWell, Iâm stronger than I thought.â
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. Â
âWe lose them.â a guard rush back to the lab and report back to CarltonÂ
âHow can you lose them we are on a fucking island. Where can they go? Keep looking, and bring back my creature.â Everyone in the lab is stunted by how furious Carlton is. It is rare to see the stoic and ascetic CEO so emotional. Â
âCopy that.â
âStill canât believe we make it out alive.â Tim sign after they cross the bridge and on the way back to down town.
âReally? I definitely had been in worst situation than that.â
âAlways hated Carl but never thought he would actually try to kill me.â
âHah, another sibling trying to kill you? He need to get in line.â
âVery funny Jason.â
Jason start to feel a bit nauseous and dizzy, which is not a good thing cause he is the one driving the car.
âHey, hey! Watch it!â Tim yell, and grip the steering wheel and avoided the tree they nearly crashed into and stoped on the side walk.
âSorry, feeling a bit under the weather.â
âYea, its been a long day. How about let me drive you home.â
âI got a safe house in china town.â
âSeriously, how did you get safe house everywhere.â
âI am pretty sure you know how.â
Few more turn, they arrive and Jason is sweating like he just have a shower.
âHey, you sure you are okay? You look terrible.â
âProbably caught something in the lab, but donât worry I think it going to off soon.â
âOkay, just call me if you need anything.â
âThanks.â
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.
âWhat the fuck?â
âFINALLY, DO YOU HAVE ANYMORE OF THAT.â
âWhat? Whoâs there?â Looking around his apartment but no one seem to be there. Thatâs new, the joker never show up like that.
âI AM NO JOKER.â
âWho... who is this again?â 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.
âI AM TOXIN.â
âToxin? Like chemical and stuff?â
âNO. YOU PEOPLE CALL US SYMBIOTE, WE COME FROM A PLANET, KLYNTAR.â
{Oh, right symbiote...Jason feel like he got a parasite or something.}
âI AM NOT A PARASITE!â
âWhat!? You can hear my thoughts?â
âJUST LIKE YOU CAN HEAR ME.â âENOUGH CHIT CHAT I WANT FOOD!â
âWhat do you eat though?â
âBRAIN ORGAN SOMETHING FRESH.â
âNo, no brain and no organ.â
Jason walk to the kitchen and try to find something to eat, donât know if itâs 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.Â
âTHAT I WANT TO EAT THAT!â
âChocolate?â Jason pass the chocolate to the symbiote who had peek out of Jasonâs shoulder into a little puppet like figure and quickly snitch the chocolate out of Jasonâs hand and finished it without even chewing. âhey! watch it, you nearly bite my hand off.âÂ
âDO YOU HAVE ANYMORE OF THAT?âÂ
Jason look into the cupboard to see if he still have anymore, but no luck.Â
âI will go buy some after I finish that.â Jason gesturing toward his microwave meal.Â
âHURRY. OR I MIGHT JUST EAT YOUR LIVER.â
âokay, calm down. I will hurry.â Jason think his is short tempered enough, surprise to find âsomeoneâ who is worst then him.Â
Jason finish the meal even though it burned his mouth.Â
âHey, Jason. Did you have someone over?â The nice old lady the live next door asked him.Â
âOh, no. I am just on the phone. Sorry if I am too loud.âÂ
âNo, no. Don't worry about it dear. I brake some chocolate chip cookie you want some?â
âI am on my way out, maybe next time. thanks.â When Jason about to turn around and wave the old lady goodbye, and the symbiote yelled. âI WANT SOME.â (Jason is so glad the symbiote is not actually yelling and only he can hear.) âSecond thought, I would like some.âÂ
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.Â
Jason walk to the fire escape stairs and start offering the cookie to the symbiote.Â
note: There might or might not have a follow up. Sorry for all the grammatical error.Â
art by:Â ineedcats
3 notes
¡
View notes