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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt.13 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Monster

“Billy has improved. A lot.” Seated on Mrs. Martinez's office, you go over why Billy deserves a good recommendation letter. Half the teachers already agreed, much more because of you than because of him, but that's not the point. “He doesn't get a C since he started, he wants to be a Marine Biologist and he gets straight As on Biology and honestly, he's actually helping me on Chemistry.”

“I've been tracking his progress and I've been impressed with your work. Billy Hargrove is by far the best in the program.” She read some files, putting them down before looking up at you. “I also noticed that you two became very close.”

“Mmm, yeah... W-we're dating.” You stutter, clearing your throat. “But it doesn't change the fact that he's doing great. I mean, Billy does want to go to college and–”

“Don't worry about it. A student's love life isn't my business. I just mentioned it because it was impossible not to notice.” She smiles and you blush even more. “Well, I'll be happy to write him a good recommendation letter. But for the principal, it'll be good if you get some of Billy's friends to make some reports. But we can arrange it immediately if you want. The Principal is in a meeting but I can let you know as soon as he's available if you manage to get some people right now.”

You stand up, smiling. “I can. Thank you so much.” Mrs. Martinez got that urgency of the matter, and you're more than eager to keep that up. “I'll gather some people and whenever you're ready I'll be at the parking lot.”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright.” With another ‘thank you’, you rush outside, walking fast to the parking lot. Billy is leaning against his car, and Nancy and the others are near Steve's car, a couple of feet away.

“Princess of Hawkins number two. Are we going or not?” Steve asks, making Billy notice your presence. “I'm dying for some ice cream.”

“Actually, I need a huge favor from the three of you.” Keeping your voice soft, you walk over to Billy, standing next to him. The stick on his mouth gets your attention, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Is that my lollipop? That I was saving up?”

“...No.” He mutters, with a half-smile as he takes the candy off his mouth. “Maybe. But we can share.” Billy gives you the lollipop and you roll your eyes, biting back a smile before putting it into your mouth. And for some reason, Billy has that stupid smirk on his face

“That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen,” Steve speaks up, getting your attention.

Looking at him, you shrug your shoulders. “What? I kiss that mouth, you know that, right?”

“And you do a great job doing it,” Billy whispers on your year before taking the candy once again.

“Alright. You, drop it.” With a finger on Billy's face, you take the lollipop from his mouth again. “I have something important to say.” Turning at your friends, you take a deep breath. “Mrs. Martinez agreed on writing a good recommendation letter for Billy. But to convince the Principal to do the same, she needs a couple of students to... Give some reports, you know. As witnesses that my handsome boyfriend is now an amazing student too.”

Steve bursts into laughter, covering his mouth with one hand as you stare at him. Arms crossed, an eyebrow raised. It takes long seconds until he stops. “What?” He stutters. “You can't possibly think I'll...” As he speaks, Steve looks at the others, and not Nancy or Jonathan seems to find it funny. “Oh, c'mon. I agreed on standing Billy, but I never agreed on giving good reports.”

“Steve, this is important.”

“(Y/N), c'mon. Billy isn't–”

“Billy has good grades now and that's what I'm talking about. You don't have to like him.” Walking over Steve, you touch his shoulder. “You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but we're trying to build our future. And if you find it in your heart to do this for me, I'll be very thankful.”

“God, you're so damn good.” Billy mutters, and you roll your eyes.

“Well...” Stepping back, you smile. “I could also kill Steve. Would you help me hide the body, B?”

“Ridiculous,” Steve mumbles, making you giggle. “Fine, (Y/N). Just because somehow you made a good boyfriend out of this scumbag.”

“I'd take that back if I were you,” Billy says, raising his voice a bit.

“Woah, back down.” It's not the first time the two have incidents like this, and you always have to calm them down. “You guys have to–”

“(Y/N).” Mrs. Martinez calls and you look to your left. She walks fast, smiling. “The Principal will see the students now. But you can't be inside the office for that. They'll be interviewed separately.”

“Alright.” Breathing out, you give Steve a look. “Don't say anything driven by your personal–”

“I won't.” Steve rolls his eyes.

Mrs. Martinez guides the three of them inside the school again, and you follow them, holding hands with Billy. “It'll work.” You tell him.

“It will.” He agrees, with the smile that belongs to you alone.

“Billy boy!” Someone yells and you soon recognize Tommy, with an arm around Carol's shoulders. “Forgot to tell you, buddy. Awesome party tonight at my place.” Tommy smiles and nods at you, and Carol does the same. “My parents aren't home so we'll go hard, all night long and I count on you to set the tone as we like it.” As he speaks, he gives you a weird look. “You don't have to come if you don't want, (Y/N). I know you don't really like it.”

“I'm not going without (Y/N), you know that,” Billy says, and Tommy rolls his eyes.

“C'mon, pal. I planned everything. Wild and dirty, as you like it. I'm sure (Y/N) won't mind you going by yourself, right (Y/N)?”

“I won't. He can–”

“Sorry, guys, I gotta go,” Tommy speaks out, cutting you off. “A lot of things to do. See you there. Bye, my friends.” Waving, both he and Carol walk away.

Billy starts walking again, but you hold his hands, forcing him to stop. “B, I want to go.” You tell him, sighing. These parties aren't your thing, even though you've been to some with Billy. Mostly when it's someone's birthday. But other than that, you've been skipping them. He likes them though, and you don't want to be the one to hold him back. “Let's party and do whatever he meant by wild and dirty.”

Billy giggles, pulling you close. “You have no idea what he meant by that, pretty girl. And you don't have to go, it's alright.”

“No, B. I know you have fun on those things and I really...” You don't want to lie, not to him. So you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Just go, alright? Have fun with your friends and... I just... I don't want to be the one to keep you from doing stuff you like. You know I'm not... I'm not like you in many, many aspects but–”

“(Y/N), listen.” Billy takes both your hands, looking down at you. “I love you.”

“B...”

“Shhh. I love when you call me that but listen.” Cupping your cheeks, he places a quick, soft kiss on your lips. “I love you just like that. Good girl, with perfect grades and so damn polite and friendly that sometimes almost kills me of jealously.” He smiles, kissing your nose. “But I wouldn't change a thing about you. Your... Goodness was exactly what made me fall for you. You're... Everything I'm not. And I'm still perplexed that you love me back.”

You're a blushing mess when he's done speaking, eyes locked on his. “A-are you sure?”

“I am.” He nods, smiling. “Why go to some stupid party when I can stay with you?”

“I'll invite you to dinner then... Let's say... Pizza?”

“Pizza.” He agrees.

“Mr. Hargrove.” The teacher calls, and you both look at her. “The Principal wants to talk to you.”

“Right away.” He says, winking at you.

When Billy enters the Principal office, you wait outside, leaning against the wall. To say you're nervous is an understatement. The Principal's letter is the most important, and you know he needs it very much.

“Sweet (Y/N).” A masculine voice calls, and you immediately look to your left, leaving your bag on the floor. It's Tyler, coming from around the corner. “What are you doing here all alone?”

“What are you doing here? Detention again?” Tyler is the only one of Billy's friends you can't stand. You soon figured out he's more like a parasite, sticking close even though people don't really like him. But still, you try not to treat him like the asshole he is. But it doesn't mean you have to answer his questions.

“No, no.” He smiles, a disgusting smile that sends shivers down your spine. Not the good kind of shivers. “I had to leave something on my locker but now... I'm actually happy I got you alone.” Tyler walks over you, standing a bit too close, making you step back. “Now tell me, (Y/N). What are you doing here? ...All alone?” He leans closer, his mouth close to your ear.

You immediately move away, violently pushing his chest. Tyler always gives you this sensation, as if he's trying to get to you somehow. And you hate it. It makes you feel like you're completely naked under his stare. “What do you think you're doing?” You ask, anger flowing out. “Stay the hell away from me, you jerk.”

Tyler laughs. Out loud, mocking you. You're about to curse again him when it happens.

Tyler moves too fast, an arm encircling your waist. His grip is too strong, and it makes you violently collapse against his chest. “I've trying to get you for far too long, sweetie.” He grunts as you start fighting, pushing him away and still trying to understand what the hell is going on. “If Billy can have you, so can I. Or do you think–” He stops suddenly when you succeed to hit him in the ribs.

“LET GO OF ME!” You manage to push out, as loud as you can, your mind yelling for Billy. But before you can say it, call for him, a hand comes to your mouth, and Tyler's free hand starts wandering through your body.

You feel violated, abused already, but it doesn't matter how hard you try, he's stronger than you.

“Sweet (Y/N), let's...” He starts pulling you, and you do try to resist as much as you can. “...Let's find ourselves some nice supply closet and get more... Comfortable? What do you think, huh? Gonna show you how a man–”

“LET GO OF HER!” The scream, the voice that sounds like thunder, makes your whole body relax at the same time Tyler's grip loosens.

The rest is pure chaos.

Billy grabs Tyler and throws him to the ground. Someone pulls you away from the fight, and you soon recognize Nancy. In her embrace, you hide your face in her hair, and she helps as you fix your clothes.

Your mind is mess, and you can't even process what's happening.

The only thing you know is that you're safe now, away from that monster. And Billy is beating him up into a bloody mess.

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pvrpleblccd · 3 years

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Promise.

pairing : shuntaro chishiya x f reader

tw : angst, unresolved grief, death, mentions of death, blood, violence (beating up someone), chishiya being violent

a/n : this is my first post- cndovn- but i am currently having a massive crush on this man right here <3 ALSO CHISHIYA GIVES ME MASSIVE KENMA VIBES (im sorry for the typos, i wrote this at 4 am-)

There he was again, sitting at the edge of the rooftop of the Beach, hoods on and hands in his white Nike zip up sweater, well, it was given to him. He looked down to see all of the horny animals dancing and living their life as if it was their last day. Chishiya sighed, ‘Everyone looks like their all about to die, as always.’

It was a beautiful day in this cruel country. But it’s just like any other day, people will die tonight, either because their visa will expire or die during a game. Dying in a game, probably the worst death here. Chishiya sighed again and took a deep breath, trying to erase all negativity going through his head. Though, there’s one thing that he can’t get out of his head.

“Hey, Chishiya.”

Chihsiya whipped his head to where he heard the voice. He was about to call her name, but he only saw Kuina at the door of the rooftop entrance, looking at Chishiya with a confused look. ‘Ah... I’m still hearing her voice, I must be crazy.’

“An told me you guys had a meeting, I’m just here to rely the message to you.”

The blonde male nodded and stood up, making his way to where Kuina was. No words were exchanged between the both of them, though Kuina noticed the slight mood change the male had every now and then. There are times where he’s cocky, would always slide comment when he had the chance, had his guard up, and times where he just became more reserved than ever and was cold and gloomy.

Kuina noticed, but never dared prying on it, not wanting to get on the intelligent man bad side.

Chishiya on the other side, he zipped up the white hoodie he loved very much. He entered the meeting room and sat at his place, like always, though he kept a pokerface while hugging the hoodie he was wearing. He felt several pair of eyes on him, not on him, but the zip up he was wearing. No one dared to say anything, though Niragi wasn’t having it.

“Chishiya. Were you really obligated to wear that zip up when we’re in a meeting?!”

Niragi shouted from his place, gripping hard the rifle he had in his hand. No one budge or said anything, even Hatter looked at Chishiya, both with envy and anger in his eyes.

“It was given to me. Why whouldn’t I wear it? If you’re thinking that we should share it, you, out of everyone in this room, that I don’t share what I own. And plus, if we shared it, you’d only get blood on it and dirty it, y/n managed to keep it white and as clean as possible. I won’t let your stupidity ruin it.”

“You wouldn’t know what y/n would have wanted!” Niragi stood up and pointed his rifle at the blonde male.

“I knew y/n longer than you.”

“We were still close!”

“To someone like you? I don’t think so, you’re a complete psycho, Niragi.”

“Give it a break! We’re all mourning Chishiya, espicially An! So what the hell do you mean, y/n-”

“Y/n is dead.” Last Boss said while looking at the arguing males.

The room was even more quiet than it ever was, not only with the statement, but for the bald tattooed male to speak up and empathized the dead made them slightly uncomfortable. With no one saying a thing for a minute or two, Mira stood up and talked about the card they were able to collect and that they haven’t gotten news ones for a while. An talked about the medical supplies and that she was running out from it, Hatter asked Aguni and his Militants to accompany An for a short run to grab all supplies they can gather.

She was the first one to leave, the meeting room which was understandable. When no one said anything, Hatter talked about adding a new rule. Rule number three, death to traitors.

Soon after, the meeting was done.

The blonde male made his way to his room, opening the door he saw a familiar figure sitting on his bed, when he blinked the figure was gone. Chishiya closed his room door and laid on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He never felt so confused and empty in his entire life. He never wanted to deal with anyone’s emotions or feelings, let alone his. But upon on thinking and thinking, he came to a conclusion he now only realized.

How much he loved y/n.

“Damn it. This hurts... This sucks.”

Too tired and exhausted to think, Chishiya closed his eyes and embraced the darkness that surrounded him.

“Chishiya?” A voice called out.

The blonde male turned his head, seeing a petite figure looking at him as if he was a ghost. He looked at her from head to toe and his eyes grew wide, he instantly got up and hugged the petite figure.

“Y/n?” He said in a weak voice.

The petite figure sighed in relief and hugged the male back, while letting out a small sob. They were currently in an abandonned mall, gathering food and necessities to get through the night. Y/n came back with a ton of canned food and water, while Chishiya came back with the others things they needed, such as flashlights and batteries and other things.

The both of them were catching up upon missed times and Chishiya kept eyeing on how she was dressed, grey sweatpants with a nike zip up and what looked like a swimsuit top, and the pink locker bracelet around y/n wrist. The numbers 009 was on the bracelet and the girl knew he was looking at it.

“What’s the most recent game you completed?” The petite girl asked.

“Six of diamonds, how about you?” Chishiya said, eating the canned peach. He didn’t noticed the slight spark in y/n’s eyes, but she smiled.

“Nine of hearts.” Y/n said and took a bite of her food.

A comfortable and peaceful silence was set between the two until the girl broke it.

“I want to take you somewhere.”

“Hatter, I want him to be part of the executives.”

Y/n said right after they all welcomed her back. All of them looked at her with confused and looked at Chishiya then back at y/n. The girl only smiled and put all of cards she collected on the table. Chishiya couldn’t believe the amount of cards she had in her possession, there was 14 cards in total.

“Chishiya cleared a diamonds game and is the lone survivor, I highly believe that his skills can be very useful to us. Also, I have known him before entering the Borderland. He is like a precious gem, full of hidden talents!”

She said while putting her hands in her grey sweatpants.

The blonde male was taken aback by the sudden praise, but dind’t show it. The others turned their attention to Chishiya, hearing the praise from y/n made them have a base opinion on Chishiya, he was smart and must not be harmed. Hatter started to explain the two rules to Chishiya and handed him a blue locker bracelet with the number 011 on it.

“Enjoy the Beach!”

After Chishiya settled in the Beach for a couple of weeks, he and y/n grew closer than they ever were before. The two of them became inseparable.

During one night, Chishiya and y/n were hanging out in the lobby, they were part of the first teams that finished early. Chishiya lost his other hoodie, blood was splattered on it, due to a player clung onto him begging him to help him and his collar went off.

In short words, he was currently shirtless. Y/n trying her best not to look, couldn’t help, but take a peek, thought the blonde male caught her.

“Like what you see?”

He said with a grin plastered on his face. Out of embarrassment, she took off her white Nike zip up and handed it to Chishiya, who watched her with an amused expression.

“H-here...! It’s yours now..!” She said and sprinted to elsewhere.

Chishiya sat there smiling at himself and decied to put the zip up on. He got up from his place and went off to find y/n. A part of him starting to worry, since it’s been an hour and he hasn’t found the petite girl yet. He passed the lobby at least three or four times, that’s when he started asking around.

With no one knowing where the girl was, he even asked Niragi, he too was worried so they both went on their sides to find her. Chishiya went outside and started to walk around the perimeter until he heard an oh so familiar voice coming form the sketchy alleyway.

“Were you hiding the cards from Hatter?”

“So what if I was?! I had to watch my friends die in front of me to be able to get this card! I’m not giving it to some cult leader or whatever he is!”

Chishiya rushed to the voices and saw one of the new militants holding three cards in his left hands and a gun in this right. Y/n tried to reason with the boy, but it only seemed to boil his blood even more, to the point he raised his gun. Chishiya ran to y/n side and hid her behind him, y/n on the other side was surprised.

“Put the gun down... You’re pointing it at the most important person apart from Hatter.” Chishiya tried calm the boy down, but didn’t work.

“Y/n... You remember Kirika? She was close to you right? Did you know that she gave her life up so that I can survive the game? Her last words were, ‘Tell y/n, thank you... I love you Aki-kun.’ She gave her life for me because she loved me!”

Aki broke down crying, falling on his knees and letting out pained screams. Y/n came forward tears falling down her cheek and approached Aki and gave him a hug. She careful put the gun down and caressed the top of Aki’s head.

“Kirika was a wonderful person, Aki, she was-“

Y/n sentence was cut abruptly and Chishiya took a step wondering why y/n suddenly stopped talking, he took another stop forward, his eyes widening seeing Aki’s hands was covered in blood and held a knife. He dropped the knife and moved his hand to grab the gun next to him.

“You’re all Hatter’s soldier. We have to end this, I have to end it.”

Aki grabbed the gun and slowly got up, hair covering his eyes. While Chishiya looked at how y/n’s body fell to the side and seeing a dark substance staining her grey sweatpants. A small pool of her own blood was starting to form underneath her.

Chishiya looked at Aki who was still mumbling things, but he saw red. The blonde grabbed the closest thing to him, which was a metal pipe, and ran towards Aki, hitting him with it, unable to stop himself.

Chishiya’s blood was boiling, he never felt so angered in his entire life. He kept on swining the pipe, hitting a part of Aki’s body every time. His vision was red, he couldn’t even hear the screams of his victim. What brought him back was Aguni taking off the metal pipe off of his hands. Chishiya’s face was unrecognizable, it was full of hatred, sadness, anger and disgust. Aguni never saw such expression on the male’s face before, he always looked so calm and preserved.

Something caught Chishiya off guard when he looked at Aguni. His eyes were red, as if he was holding himself back not to cry, that’s when he remembered y/n. He turned around to see An trying to stop the bleeding from y/n’s wound, but the blood was coming out and went through all of the amount of cloth that was put on it.

The blonde male rushed towards y/n’s side caressed her face while shaking his head. Tears fell on the girl’s cheek while Chishiya was telling y/n to stay with him. He soon looked at An and she was trying everything she could, all of the sudden, a small and tired voice caught his attention.

“S...shuntaro...? Ri-chan..?”

The blonde male whipped his head to look at y/n. She was smiling. Why was she smiling? She was dying, but she was still smiling. Chishiya tried to understand her, but couldn’t.

“S-spending my... last moments.. with the ones I love.. Shun... taro... I’m sorry... but pro..mise me... you’ll live, okay?”

“W..why are you saying sorry.. No. We both survive okay? Look... An... An will take care of you okay?”

Y/n turned weakly looked over the forsenic, who was doing her best to keep the petite girl alive. They made an eye contact, y/n let out a pained sigh while An shook her head. Y/n was trying to stay strong until the very end.

“Ri..chan... Thank you for everything... Take care... Big sis...”

At this point, An was crying too and shouted for other people to come help them. Y/n placed her bloodied hand on Chishiya’s cheek, wiping his tears away, he held her hand as she caressed him. She was so warm, he never knew she was this warm before. He didn’t wanted her to leave.

Just not yet.

“No.. No, you can’t leave.. Hang on okay y/n..? Help is... help is on the way.”

Y/n shook her head and let all of her tears fall, managing to give Chishiya one final smile.

“Shuntaro... I love you.”

At her words, y/n’s eyes closed and her hand went limp, landing on her body. When the other arrived, all of the executives looked at the scene before them. They were too late. An was crying, still holding on her little sister dead body, telling her to wake up and not to leave her. Chishiya sat there unable to move or say anything.

A pang of guilt hit two executives in particular and they slightly looked at each other and sighed, tears slowly coming in their vision. Aguni was behind them and his fist turned white, knowing y/n was the most important person in the Beach. She was the only one who kept Hatter in the sane side.

Niragi pushed the people aside and dropped his rifle, analyzing the dead girl’s feature. Y/n died with a smile on her face.

“She looks so peaceful.”

Chishiya woke up at the sound of the bell, indicating to gather in the lobby and group up, since the games were about to start. He felt something wet on his side and he looked at his pillow, it was wet. He touched his face and he shook his head, laying on his bed once again.

He cried. He was crying.

He looked at the ceiling and smiled sadly, clutching on his chest at the amount of pain he felt. The memory of her smiling to him was engraved in his mind and he wasn’t going to let it go.

“I never had the chance to tell you that I loved you too... I’m sorry.. I only now realized it..”

He stood up, wiping the tears off of his face, putting his shoes on and went to the lobby. He put his hood on and tucked his hands in the pockets, he analyzed everyone and he nodded to himself.

‘I will keep my promise.’

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oh-boy-me · 3 years

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I found your speculation of Satan having a crush on mc from the get go verry interesting. I was wondering if you have any speculations around the other boys? Like in what order do you think the boys fell for mc? Any specific points in the story that you think are the "fall for mc" moments for them?

(HFSDHFSD LISTEN I’ve had this in my drafts for AGES and I’m so sorry I’m just now getting to actually posting it ;w; )

I’m MORE than happy to speculate on this! For the brothers, at least, because I haven’t read up to the parts where the other characters show notable interest in you

Putting most of this under a cut for long post and spoilers, but the tl;dr (with some mysterious elements to catch your interest heheheh) is that I believe the brothers “fall for MC” in this order:

1. Satan 2. Mammon 3. (Lucifer) 4. (Levi) 3. Belphie 4. Beel 4. Levi 4. Lucifer 7. Asmo

That must look a little weird; I hope I’ve piqued your interest!

Now, what am I defining as falling for MC? For consistency, we’re going to consider a brother falling for MC being the moment when they themself realize that they might have feelings for them.

#1 Demon: Satan Moment: As early as day 4

First up is Satan, who I’ve already explained here. An argument can be made that Mammon catches feelings first, but assuming a real-time progression, Satan’s first text reaches MC on their fourth day in the Devildom.

#2 Demon: Mammon Moment: Lesson 4-1

Mammon is interesting, because with this analysis he’s one of only two brothers for which you can actually get a calendar date for their falling for MC. You can do this because the first few lessons cover a very short span of time.

According to the fact that Lucifer says you don’t want to be late on your first day of school after giving you a hint about Goldie, MC makes a pact with Mammon on their second day in the Devildom. (You don’t go to school on day 1.)

Lucifer blocks MC from the attic on the night of day 3, and after that things get shaky again until you hit the TSL movie night with Beel and Mammon.

The reason the movie night is interesting is because Beel specifically states that midterms are coming up soon. Based on the game’s Japanese origin, we’re going to assume that RAD also follows the same three-term system that Japanese schools do. This places the TSL marathon at about a month into MC’s stay.

Anyway, we’re basing Mammon’s interest in you on pretty obvious factors:

We basically don’t see any of Mammon’s trademark tsundere nature until after these lessons. Before this it’s not him being tsundere, he’s genuinely annoyed with you.

He left a toothbrush and charger in your room sometime between Lesson 3-10 and 4-4.

This famous line:

He probably developed feelings sometime during the TSL marathon, but I think it was when you were in danger, and even though he kept saying he’d let you die his first instinct was to save you, that he understood what those feelings were.

#3. Demon: (Lucifer) Moment: Lesson 12-19

Crossed out and in parentheses Lucifer is the first one where we start to go off of assumptions and headcanon rather than concrete in game evidence, but. I’m sure your bigger question is “why is he crossed out AND in parentheses AND why does he show up again later.”

The moment I listed is the lesson where you and Lucifer have to fall in love to escape the “horror game” that Levi “trapped” you in. He spends most of the time seeming like he isn’t interested and doing it out of necessity, but then he turns around and says these lines.

Assuming that was almost a confession, I wouldn’t be surprised if he decided right there, in that moment, that he was developing feelings. Lucifer is very self aware, and very sure of himself, and it’s also not like him to suddenly change his mind about how he’s treating things. If he was hiding his feelings the whole time, I don’t think he would have almost slipped at all.

Of course, right after this, you announce that you’ve met Belphegor, and his developing feelings are overshadowed by rage.

And of course, Lesson 12-19 never happened.

What?

Let me remind you of the timeline. Barbatos explains in Lesson 16-19 that he has the power to choose any timeline as the sole reality, and he chose the timeline you traveled to.

When you jump back in time, you end up in the moment right after making a pact with Satan (Lesson 12-10). This means that everything that happened between Lessons 12-10 and 15-17 was erased from history.

The timeline in Season One looks a little something like this, to simplify.

Admittedly, we don’t know how far into their conversation MC and Lucifer make it in the second timeline, but on Lucifer’s part I don’t think it changes much.

This timeline stuff is important because

#4 Demon: (Leviathan) Moment: Lesson 14-4

Ok, first, I have to say that I really hate the way MC and Levi make up in Lesson 14. imo it has the potential to be really manipulative on both sides. But that’s not the point of this post.

Levi does NOT have a crush on you before Belphie shows up out of nowhere. In Lesson 14-4, he’s talking to himself, and distinctly complains about losing a friend, and how Henry is his only friend.

He’s also refusing to acknowledge your existence, and he’s talking to a fish, so there’s no reason for him to hide how he really feels in the moment.

Then, later on in the same chapter, this is Levi’s response to seeing MC hug Lucifer.

I’m assuming MC isn’t the one he’s jealous of. But what’s interesting here is that, as far as I can remember, this is the first time Levi ever expresses jealousy about you in any sense, platonic or romantic. You don’t really interact with Levi one on one between Lesson 14-4 and this moment, so 14-4 is the most likely catalyst for this change.

Levi does say “you’re my true friend” at the end of 14-4, but you are not a fish, and that doesn’t change the fact that he could have been like “oh wow MC didn’t abandon me they really like me oh no I really like them”

Also, by 16-A he canonically likes you.

But just like with the last one, this exchange never happened and Levi never fell for you.

#3 Demon: Belphie Moment: Between Lessons 18-15 and 18-19

Now Belphie is interesting, because I would argue that he was trying to fall in love with you for a while. All that “making up for lost time” and seeming to spend every waking hour with you in lessons 17 and 18 to me point pretty heavily to the idea that he wants to feel the same way about you that his brothers do. Whether it’s to feel more connected with them or from a genuine interest in you is unclear though.

But then he decides to give you a pact as a present, which is a pretty big deal. Most pacts in the game are made before the demon has feelings for you, but aside from Belphie, Satan is the only one who brings it up himself. And since like I said Satan pretty clearly liked you before making a pact, the same can probably be said of Belphie.

I should also mention that Belphie muses over giving you a pact in Lesson 18-A, which takes place before Lesson 17-7 at the latest. But we have to remember that this is before you’ve helped him mend his relationships with his brothers, and therefore he barely knows you. Satan also barely knew you, but Belphie has the added problem of mixing up you and Lilith. You can make arguments for the others when they were uber nice to you in Lesson 16-19, but for Belphie there’s really no other possible reason than Lilith.

However, Lesson 18-15 is the one where Belphie says he’s going to move forward with his life and stop putting things on hold for Lilith.

So, chances are his attachment to you is pretty unhealthy at first, but I’m choosing the timeframe I did as the moment because in 18-19 he explicitly states that he isn’t confusing you with Lilith.

This would be the moment of confirmation that he likes you, not the idea of what you might represent.

#4 Demon: Leviathan, Beelzebub, Lucifer Moment: Sometime during the time skip

I don’t think we see these three fall for you on camera. The time skip covers literal months, and I think they fall for you in somewhere in that long period of time.

I don’t think I need to tell you that Levi and Beel like you by the time Lesson 20 comes along, since they both confess to you.

Lucifer doesn’t explicitly confess, but if you choose to hug him, he says this

Which heavily implies that he wants to be the one most important to you. Also, I don’t think he’d have made a pact at all otherwise.

#7 Demon: Asmodeus Moment: Lesson 19-17

For Asmo, I think we see the EXACT moment he realizes he’s in love with you.

First off, in Lesson 16-A he noticeably isn’t openly interested in you in any way other than superficially. Granted, 16-A never happened, but it does confirm that he didn’t like you before then.

Then, in his part of Lesson 19, you go drinking with him. Early in the night, he says this.

His answer to your prompt of romance suggests that he doesn’t understand the fact that he does like you like that, or at least that he’s in denial.

However, then you beat him at a drinking game, and the reality of you leaving him behind comes crashing down on him.

The drastic change makes me think that this is the very moment he understands his feelings.

And that’s it! I hope this was an interesting read, and sorry again it took SO long.

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You should do sharing a milkshake with Kevin Hayes!!!

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Prompt-- 8. Sharing a milkshake (w Kevin Hayes)

A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. Ok, so I'm sorry this kind of took forever to finish (I was having major writing block). I also don't think this turned out that good but..

Thanks for requesting, hope you like it

Word Count: 1459 (also turned out way longer than I imagined)

Warning(s): none i dont think ?

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The final buzzer echoed throughout the half full arena, signalling the end of the 2020-2021 Flyers season. I wait a few minutes up in the press box, surrounded by all the other family members and WAGS. We all watch the players give their final appreciations to the loyal fans in the stadium and make their way through the tunnel.

I let out a little sigh when I saw everyone else in the room start making their way out the door and to the locker room. I take one more final moment to take in all my surroundings before we all leave this place for a good few months. I watch the few remaining fans weave their way through the seats, the zambonis making their way onto the ice, and the janitors getting a head start on cleaning.

“Hey a/n, you coming?” Ryanne, one of my closest friends and the captain's wife, asks.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” I sheepishly rush out as I rise from my seat to meet her at the doorway. She gives me a knowing smile before leading the way down to the locker room.

When we finally make it down there, a few of the guys have already started making their way out. Claude is one of them, and as he comes over he gives me a half smile trying to put on a brave face. I give him a quick hug and assure him,

“Great season cap.”

“Thanks y/n.” He gives me a genuine smile at that and another pat on the back before making his way over to his family.

I wait patiently for my boy to make his way out, and occasionally give a few of the other guys hugs and reassurances. Finally, I see Kevin walk through the locker room door trailing behind Nolan Patrick, who both make their way over once they spot me in the crowd. Nolan makes his way over to me first and says a quiet “hey” before going in for a much needed hug.

I don’t say much except for the standard, “I’m proud of you”, “you played great,” and give him a few back rubs. But once I see my boyfriend finally make his way over here, I give Nolan one last smile before wrapping my arms around Kevin’s neck and pulling him as close to me as possible. He immediately buries his head into the crook of my neck, where I notice a few wet spots hit my skin. I bring my hand up to tangle in his hair and soothe sweet nothings into his ear to try and calm him down.

“I love you so much Kev. No matter what happens or how the season ended, I am always going to be so incredibly proud of you.” I reassured softly, giving his shoulder a few sporadic kisses.

He eventually pulls away clearing his throat and gives me a gentle smile. He brings me in for a sweet kiss that tells me all I need to know. That he appreciates me and my words, and that he’s going to be okay.

“Hayesy, you two coming out with us?” Scott questions us, giving me a quick smile before bringing his attention back to my boyfriend.

“Nah we’re gonna have to pass on this one, sorry.” He answers, giving me a knowing look.

“No problem. See you soon bud. Bye y/n.” Scott gives Kevin a little pat on the back and me a quick hug and then makes his way out of the arena with his girlfriend and the rest of the group who are going out.

Now Kevin and I have always had a tradition that we started back when he was still playing with the Rangers. After a particularly tough game for Kev, he didn’t want to go out with the team, but he also didn’t want to go back home and sulk. So, on our way home from the game, we ended up coming across this diner. We went in, got some food, talked for hours, and we shared a milkshake. We always share a milkshake. Even though it is not technically on Kevin’s diet plan for hockey, it is a comfort food (and if we’re being honest, I drink more than half of it most of the time anyway) but it always seems to do the trick of making the night a little bit better. Now after games, Kevin just needs to give me one simple look, and I know right away that it’s a diner night.

I grab ahold of Kevin’s hand and wait for him to grab his hockey bag before trekking through the Wells Fargo Center and out to the parking lot. We got lucky that when we moved to Philly, we straight away found a cute little diner like 10 minutes from the stadium. So as soon as Kev’s bags are in the trunk and we are both situated in our seats, I start the engine and make my way towards one of our favorite spots.

Luckily when we arrive, there are barely any other customers so we get seated right away. Our waiter, Sally, waltz’s right over to us with her ever present grin.

“Hey you two. It’s good to see you again!” She greets us. Sally was our waiter the first time that we came here and right away warmed our hearts with her happy go lucky personality and charming presence. And every time we came here again, she always walked straight over to our table to greet us and get our usual order. She has been a huge part of making this place such a great escape.

Kevin’s face brightens up with Sally’s presence and he replies back, “It’s good to see you too Sally. How are the kids?”

“Oh they’re great hun. Thanks for asking.” She beams. “Can I get you guys your usual?”

“Yes please.” I smiled at her. Sally nods back and makes her way into the kitchen to place our order.

I bring my attention back to my boyfriend to find him already with his eyes on me. He intertwined our hands together, and even brought one of them up to his lips to give a little kiss.

“Thank you for being here with me.” He confided.

“Of course Kev. I meant what I said earlier. I am so so proud of you and of everything that you accomplished this season.” I declared back.

Before he could say anything else, Sally arrived back at our table with our order.

“Here you are darlin’s. A chocolate milkshake. With two straws.” She gave me a quick wink before retreating behind the diner counter.

“You know you’re seasons technically over… so we could have both gotten our own milkshakes. I wouldn’t have told anyone.” I tease a little.

Kevin scoffs a little before retorting back, “You’re only saying that because you just want an entire milkshake to yourself.”

I let out a giggle and gave him a shrug before taking the first sip of the chocolate heaven.

“I’m just kidding Kev. I wouldn’t change our tradition for the world.” I genuinely smile back at him.

Kevin is silent for a moment and just continues to stare at me as I [religiously] sip the chocolate milkshake.

“You know I love you right?” Kevin claimed.

I pause mid-sip to look back up at him. My face softens at the fondness I see on his face and I go to give his hand a quick squeeze.

“Of course. I love you too.”

“C'mere.” He smirks at me, beckoning me to meet him halfway across the table. Our lips meet into a passionate kiss that speaks volumes on how we are both feeling at this exact moment. There is absolutely no one else either of us would rather be here with at this moment, in a tiny little diner pouring our hearts out to each other after the Flyers season just ended.

From New York, to Winnipeg, to now Philadelphia. No matter where we both are, as long as we have each other, then that’s all we need. But Sally and this chocolate milkshake are a great bonus.

“Mhm, that’s good.” Kev mumbles against my lips as he pulls away.

I chuckle confusedly and raise my eyebrows up at him before asking, “What, my lips?”

“Nah, the milkshake. You taste like it.”

Now I am full on cackling in this tiny diner, causing every head to turn in our direction. Out of the corner of my eye I see Sally smiling from ear to ear watching us.

I shake my head at my ridiculous boyfriend, who is now practically gulping down sips of the milkshake and I bemusedly reflect,

“God, I love you so much.”

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forsakenoathkeeper · 3 years

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I Am Alive (chapter 19/?)

Chapter 19: The Missing Android

Deviant!Connor[RK800] x (fem!)Reader Rated M(18+) for canon-typical violence and gore, medical procedures, and graphic sexual content

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The Detroit Police Department had yet to make any substantial progress on the murder that occurred at AlphaBio a few weeks back, before another murder case hit their desks.

Connor stepped past the holographic caution tape into the building where their crime scene was located, immediately noticing the smell of blood was heavy in the air. In response, he turned his scent receptors down from standard to low. A body was sprawled out on the floor, cheek pressed into the pool of blood puddled beneath them.

"Nolin Greene," Officer Wilson stated when he saw Connor walk in. "M.E. estimated dead less than six hours."

Connor nodded at him before scanning Greene's body with his optical unit. He was 52 years old, had never been married, and was previously employed at Cyberlife as one of their esteemed programmers.

Even without scanning the man's corpse, it was obvious he had died from multiple gunshot wounds. One prominent bullet hole left a gaping wound in the back of his head, likely just to ensure he was dead, considering he had a few on his torso in addition.

Hank rounded the corner with a sigh. "All the security cameras were offline. Haven't been since pre-rev," he explained, approaching Connor.

He waited until Officer Wilson stepped away to lean into Connor with his arms crossed. "What did they make here?" Hank asked quietly.

"They used to generate code for androids operating systems and protocols," Connor explained smoothly, matching Hank's hushed tone. "All android manufacturing has been put to a halt. He had no reason to be here."

"Good point," Hank said lowly. "Would they have kept anything here?"

"Considering the audits Cyberlife financers are going through, I would imagine this place was-... scrubbed clean, so to speak," Connor replied, briefly glancing around the office space. Judging by the dust pileup and the damage to one of the windows, this place had likely sat abandoned for months.

"You think it's related to AlphaBio?" Hank asked the android. "Chips were stolen from that plant. This facility creates code. That's a dangerous combination," he observed.

Connor gave Hank an agreeing look before eyeing the room again. Officers had brought in crime scene lights to cast out the darkness, and a flashlight was on the floor, labeled as evidence. It was next to Greene's body and had his fingerprints on it, powered off likely due to dead batteries. It didn't require any detective skills to see the power was cut off completely to the building.

"Greene was likely here to meet someone," Connor observed. "Who made the 911 call?"

Officer Wilson walked back in, careful not to step in any of the evidence. "An android apparently," he answered. "The call is saved in the case file."

"I'll pull it up now," Connor stated, using his HUD to pull up the case files remotely. "Would you like to listen, Hank?" he offered, eyes staring blindly ahead as his focus was elsewhere.

"Go for it," Hank said gruffly.

Connor's lips didn't move, but the sounds came from his mouth. Hank had seen him use his vocal processor like a speaker before; but, he never quite got used to it, and still found it very bizarre to see Connor look dead in the face while making noises that weren't his voice.

"911. What's your emergency?" the dispatcher asked.

Officer Wilson, who had never seen Connor do that before, stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the android in shock.

"My friend has been shot. I'm at-" a feminine voice followed. Seeing as she was an android, making the call with her internal processor, no outside noises could be heard, and there was no way to identify what made her suddenly stop talking.

The recorded 911 call continued in silence for a few more seconds before the android disconnected, giving dispatchers just enough time to locate the GPS coordinates from the call.

Connor stopped the recording and turned to Hank, his expressionless face returning to normal. He ignored Officer Wilson's concerned look.

"The android didn't block her GPS coordinates; so, she definitely wanted to be found," he explained to the lieutenant.

"She could have been the killer? Guy used to work at Cyberlife," Hank suggested thoughtfully. "Pissed off android?"

"Possibility," Connor acknowledged, nodding at the older detective. "However, she did identify him as her friend..."

The android trailed off, using his HUD to run a background check on Nolin Greene. "He belongs to no clubs, publicly, anyway, and has been unemployed since Cyberlife closed down. His former boss still has a primary residence in Detroit."

"Think he's worth a visit?" Hank offered more so than asked. "Let's go."

"I can drive," Connor offered, following the older detective as he headed for the exit.

"Fuck no," Hank immediately declared.

"Are you sure you can afford another speeding ticket?" the android challenged, some tease in his tone.

"I'm not gonna get another speeding ticket," Hank retorted fiercely, climbing into the driver's seat. He eyed Connor as the android shimmied into the passenger seat.

"Keep it up and your ass is walking," he threatened in a tone that Connor had grown rather accustomed to. It sounded sincere, but the android could tell the difference.

"Whatever you say, detective," Connor uttered, knowing full well his relaxed tone and stoic expression would irritate the older detective further.

Hank only grumbled in response.

...

Arthur Torres lived in a nice house in the posh, suburban side of town. He didn't seem at all surprised to find detectives at his door; however, he couldn't seem to bring himself to stop staring at Connor with blatant distrust and fear.

"You were a head programmer at Cyberlife for years," Hank stated, reciting information Connor had filled him in during their ride over. They had decided to let Hank lead with the likelihood that the man would be untrusting of Connor.

That seemed to be a very accurate assumption.

"Yes," Torres acknowledged Hank's statement.

"One of your former subordinates, Colin Greene, was murdered last night."

Torres was a skittish looking individual, and completely failed to maintain composure at the news. His hands were digging into his lap and he was struggling to keep still, fidgeting in his seat. Both the detectives doubted it was concern over Greene's livelihood, or lack of.

"Was it an android?" he asked, confirming their suspicions of his intentions.

Hank decided to ignore that question. "Greene's body was found at one of Cyberlife's office spaces, where programmers worked on their operating systems," the older detective explained. "We were hoping you could tell us why he would be there."

Connor decided to wear a cold look while he stood there, next to the couch where Hank had parked himself. The android was standing with perfect posture, arms crossed elegantly behind his back. It was clear that Torres was afraid of him. If he was being honest, he was taking advantage of that.

"Must have been the office where we worked," Torres offered quietly, trying to avoid Connor's piercing gaze. "I can't imagine why. The place was cleared out months ago. Did you ask Maria?"

Hank's brow lowered slightly. "Who?"

"Maria. She was a KL900 placed at our office. Nolin had reconfigured her so that she could test our codes. After the-" Torres' eyes flickered to Connor with uncertainty. "-revolution, he took her in - let her live with him."

Before Hank could utter another word, Torres continued, suddenly eager to run his mouth. "She had a lot of our incomplete code saved. I warned him it was dangerous to keep her."

The older detective looked down at his cellphone, that had vibrated quietly while Torres yapped. It was a text from Connor, reading, "the voice on the 911 call matches that model."

Hank tucked his phone back into his coat pocket. "What was their relationship like?"

"Well-" Torres began. "I suppose-... She was unique. He had modded her greatly - well beyond her manufactured purpose. I think he saw her as his own creation, in a way."

Again, before Hank could inquire further, Torres started up again. "She's missing, isn't she?"

Connor spoke up this time. "Are you suggesting she is somehow responsible?" His tone was calm, collected, almost polite, even; however, that was likely even more frightening than if he spoke with anger.

"I-" Torres stammered, eyes briefly flickering up to meet Connor's before immediately shifting back to the older detective. It was bizarre to think that this spineless man was once a lead programmer for Cyberlife.

"You can't think of any reason Greene would turn up dead in your old office?" Hank asked, maintaining the good cop persona he had taken up during this discussion.

"I can't think of why he would be there at all," Torres insisted.

"I would advise you offer something substantial," Connor warned, his tone cold and unyielding. "As of right now, you are our number one suspect."

"W-what?" Torres stammered, his panicked eyes falling on the android. "I haven't spoken to him since we were shut down. What motive could I possibly have?"

Connor's brown eyes remained unreadable, cold and robotic. That seemed to make Torres more uncomfortable than expressing valid emotion. "You said it yourself: he had access to incomplete code. Perhaps he knew something you didn't want getting out. So, you shut him up."

Torres' eyes landed on Hank, his gaze silently pleading, as if he expected Hank to stop Connor. Instead, the older detective wore a faint smirk. "He's got a point."

"No! I would never!" Torres defended himself loudly. "Y-you need to leave. I'm calling my lawyer."

...

"God, I love when those rich assholes lawyer up," Hank groaned as he climbed into his car. "It's like crying to mommy and daddy."

Connor slid into the passenger seat, a sour look on his face. "I pushed too hard. We probably could have gotten more out of him," he said apologetically.

"Nah," Hank retorted gruffly, silencing Connor's regrets. "We got the only useful thing out of him."

Hank pulled out of the street with a little more force than was necessary, mainly because he wanted to cause a fuss in the posh neighborhood. He could see the neighbors poking their heads out, rich and bored with nothing better to do than gossip. Hank's vintage car screamed detective or organized crime, and no in between.

"Let's check Greene's place. Maybe you can find something to help you locate this android," Hank suggested.

Greene's neighborhood wasn't as posh as Torres'; but, it was still nice, a little noisier with families out and about enjoying the weather. The warrant request had already been received and an electronic key had been sent over to Connor. He used the interface on his hand to let them inside.

The detectives walked around carefully, taking turns examining rooms for clues. The place was nicely furnished and impeccably clean. An android definitely lived here. If there was anything Connor could stereotype androids for, it was cleanliness.

There were a few photos hung up on the wall in the living room. The KL900 in the photos was likely Maria. She was an ordinary looking KL900, everything factory issued. Most of the photos were likely her at the Cyberlife programming facility.

There was one photo of just her and Nolin Greene together. She was wearing civilian clothes and her LED was removed. Their smiles suggested the relationship was a good one.

One of the bedrooms could easily be identified as Maria's room. There was no bed, but a desk with a charging station and a computer with an android interfacing tool in place of a mouse and keyboard. A quick scan of the room showed almost no fingerprints, except for a few on the door handle and door frame, which Connor immediately scanned as Nolin Greene's.

Hank was looking over a study that was likely Nolin's. The dark, stained wood desk was enough of a giveaway without all the golf memorabilia decorating the wall behind it. There was a laptop plugged into the charger. He figured CSI would pick it up later.

"Still waiting on that warrant for phone records!?" Hank called out.

Connor called back, "affirmative!"

"Damn," he grumbled to himself. "What's the holdup?"

The two detectives rendezvoused in the kitchen, exchanging disgruntled looks.

"No signs of a struggle," Hank observed.

"It wasn't a robbery. There aren't any fingerprints in the house not belonging to Greene," Connor explained. "The perpetrator left Greene's wallet and keys on his body... It's almost as if Greene was just... in the way."

The android looked away for a moment, staring off blindly as he searched Greene's employee folder again from Cyberlife's records. There was nothing in there about Maria, unsurprisingly. There were thousands of KL900's in circulation; so, there was no point in searching registered android records.

"Ya' thinking Greene wasn't the target?" Hank suggested.

"Assuming Torres wasn't giving us the runaround," Connor added on, setting a pondering gaze on the lieutenant, "Maria could have been the target; but... who would know that an ordinary looking KL900 has Cyberlife codes?"

"Someone who used to work for Cyberlife," Hank answered.

"It leads us back to Torres," Connor said sourly.

"He wasn't the only one that got bit in the ass," the older detective corrected him. "Lot's'a people out'a work. Lot's'a people facing lawsuits... and lot's'a people losing money. Oldest reason in the book."

"We need those phone records," Connor stated fiercely.

"I'm gonna call CSI. Get them on these damn computers," Hank stated, pulling out his cell phone.

"I could-"

"No."

...

After a long day of field work, Hank, Officer Wilson, Officer Miller, and Detective Collins gathered around a food truck a few blocks from the police station. It was already dark out and the street lights were illuminating the cityscape.

Connor decided to join them.

"You wouldn't fucking believe-" Officer Miller explained, an excited look in his eyes. "I thought this son of a bitch was gonna clock me. Connor came jumping over the roadblock and slam-dunked that motherfucker to the ground like this was WWE."

Detective Collins nearly chocked on his drink, doubling over with laughter. Hank was grinning, having witnessed that, and plenty of other amazing feats from the android, firsthand.

Officer Wilson nudged the android's shoulder. "Damn. Where the fuck were you when that crackhead tried to hit me with a baseball bat?" he teased, shoulders trembling with laughter and a wild, bright smile on his face.

Connor looked bashful, a crooked smile forming on his face.

"That's how you fucked up your hand," Hank added on.

"Small price to pay," Connor replied sincerely.

"Wait - was that how you met your lady friend? That nurse?" Officer Wilson asked, eyeing Connor suspiciously. He shifted his eyes to Miller with a grin. "Maybe I should save your dumbass next time and land me a hot nurse."

"You just need to get hurt," Miller replied with a grin, popping his knuckles dramatically. "I can help."

"I'd like to see you try," Wilson retorted. "You get knocked out by little old grandmas."

"That was Lewis," Detective Collins corrected. "But, it was pretty fucking funny."

"She put up quite a fight," Hank jumped in. "Earned that 'resisting arrest' with honors."

The conversation continued for a while, the men talking in-between eating their meals. Connor was mostly quiet, observing, occasionally jumping in when the moment seemed right. He worked with these guys almost every day and had grown to know them well; still, he found himself struggling to adjust to this - to fitting in.

When it was nearing eight o'clock, the android decided to dismiss himself.

"I'm gonna call it a night," he proclaimed, removing his elbows from the table. He had taken to using more common phrases around his coworkers, and this in particular was one of his favorites.

"Already? You don't sleep," Miller protested casually.

"He needs to get home so he can rearrange his girlfriend's guts," Wilson teased.

Miller and Collins broke out in laughter and Hank rolled his eyes, despite his faint smirk.

Connor stood there staring at them blankly, sincerely confused for a moment. Surely, that sort of thing would kill you. At the very least, it would cause severe damage that would require a surgeon. Why would he want to do such a thing?

A quick internet search, however, showed him that it was slang for rough sex.

He couldn't quite tell, but Connor was certain a faint blush had appeared on his cheeks. He spent 1.61 seconds internally debating if he should deny it or tease back.

At one point in the past, he might have taken this behavior as negative; however, he had grown to recognize banter as common between humans. The impersonality of it was how bonds were formed. Besides, he could easily recognize their teasing was unharmful. If anything, they were treating him like just another human, and that was more preferable.

"Maybe," he said lowly, the corner of his lip curling up slightly.

Connor's eyes reflected a mischievous glance at them briefly before he retreated. As he walked away, he heard the officers hollering obnoxiously at him, an echoing "ooohhh" as if he had declared something profound.

Before he was out of earshot, he could hear Hank grumpily, albeit fondly, telling them to "shut the fuck up".

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bubblesuga · 4 years

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needy

“Tell me how good it feels to be needed. . .”

Summary: Hoseok leaves for Seoul in less than 12 hours, and you’re desperate to tell him how you feel.

W/C: 2,681

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: cussing, unprotected sex, slight daddy kink, slight exhibitionism (it’s car sex lol), dom!hobi, switch!reader, power play

The gentle breeze of the sea brushes your cheek lovingly, the smell of sea salt invading your senses while you watch the blue waves crash against the rocks a mile out from where you sit. Beneath you, your hand buries itself in the cold sand in an attempt to ground yourself further into this abysmal bliss. Beside you sits your best friend, Hoseok.

Golden skin shines beneath the setting sun, the weather being just cool enough to turn the tip of his nose a soft pink. His smile is small, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth while his eyes travel up and down the coast line. You could stare at him for days. Hell, you have been staring at him for days. You want to memorize every inch of his face, you want to remember the freckle on his top lip and the way his dimples pop every time he jokingly scolds you because tomorrow he’s leaving you.

You’re just hoping this isn’t the last time you see him.

Of course you’re happy for your friend. You’ve been to every performance, watched every ribbon be handed his way, and stayed up late into the night to watch him practice the same choreography over and over again in the small garage at his parents’ house. It was only a matter of time before some entertainment label was ready to take him in. You just wished you had more time with him. Alas, you’re beginning college soon and Hoseok is beginning the rest of his life.

He turns to you, his smile big. You drag your eyes up to meet his, “Yes?”

“You’re staring at me.” he says simply.

“And?” you tilt your head, raising an eyebrow.

He laughs, “It’s kind of creeping me out.”

You tear your eyes away, a blush creeping up your neck. “I- I’m sorry. I just want to remember you.”

Hoseok reaches his arm around you, pulling you into his warm embrace as he coos gently, “Ah, lovely _____. It’s not like we’ll never see each other again.”

He’s always been good at comforting, a trait you’re sure he’s picked up from his mother. The way his hand gently clasps yours and rests atop of your thighs instantly sparks an emotion you had been trying to swallow this entire time because despite how much you tried to ignore it, you’ve fallen in love with Hoseok.

It’s difficult for you to pinpoint exactly when your feelings came to fruition. Maybe it was at age 16 when he insisted you help him practice his first couples dance, a dance he had been dreading since the beginning of the year. His grip on you was strong, and he lead you under the guise of confidence despite having shaking knees. Or it could have been even earlier. At 14 years old he spent every night under the stars with you, talking about the possibilities of life and where the two of you might end up. It was the first time you rested your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat.

With your thoughts reeling, you feel a tear slip out of your eye, “I’m just worried that you’ll forget about me.” It feels stupid to say, but the validity of your statement is far stronger than you thought.

“Hey,” you feel Hoseok shift beneath you, his fingertips brushing your jawline to guide your head in his direction, “I could never forget you. I’ll be back regularly to see you, and before we know it you’ll be in Seoul right beside me.”

He swipes a tear away and continues, “Besides, you’re too cute to forget.”

His smile is big, but you still struggle to wipe away the melancholy. Hoseok notices, the grin dropping. He shifts completely, laying his back down in the sand while you fall with him, feeling his grip tighten on you.

“Talk to me.”

“Hobi, I-” you begin, but you feel your breath hitch in your throat. The hoodie on your body isn’t doing enough to keep you warm, anxiety chilling you to the bone while you try to process your feelings. It’s now or never, if you don’t tell him then you’ll regret it and he’ll be sent off to Seoul without ever knowing the extent of your feelings. However, if you do he could be completely caught of guard, disgusted even. He’d never be able to look at you the same and your friendship would be ruined.

But you’re willing to take the chance, because he looks down at you with a calming aura completely engulfing your senses. You’ve forgotten about the beach, you’ve forgotten about the sand. All you know, is him.

“Do you remember,” you shift your weight, your chin in the center of his chest, “in 6th grade when you were so terrified of your mother finally watching a dance performance that the only thing that could calm you down was me?”

Hoseok nods, his slender fingers moving to push a piece of hair from your face. Still, his lips stay upturned.

“And do you remember how you told me that you’re never going to meet someone better at hugging than me?”

“Still haven’t.” He chuckles, wrapping his arms around your upper back and giving a small squeeze.

“Well, what if I told you that I,” you take a deep breath, trying not to overthink your next words, “want to do more than hug you?”

Instantly, Hoseok’s eyes widen and your jaw immediately drops. “W- wait hold on! Let me-” you smack your forehead, “that sounds really bad out of context. I just- I really don’t know how else to say that I am so absolutely in love with you.”

Hoseok’s jaw stays slack, the smile previously shining his entire face is replaced with down turned lips and eyes so wide that you’re sure that they could fall out of his head.

“I knew this was stupid,” you say, “I shouldn’t have told you because you’re leaving and I’ll still be here and we’ll be living two very different lives butIfeltlikeIhadtotellyouotherwiseIwouldregretitfortherestofmy-”

“Hey!” Hoseok cuts you off, and your mouth clamps shut with a small whimper.

Your eyes anxiously bore into his, and you feel tears begin to well again, but before they could fall, Hoseok speaks again.

“What took you so long?”

“What?” You ask incredulously.

“You mean to tell me that the entire time I’m pining after you and fighting off every guy that tried to ask you out, you were in love with me?” Hoseok laughs as if he doesn’t believe what he’s saying.

“You fought off guys trying to ask me out?”

“Every damn one of them,” Hoseok says proudly, “you wouldn’t believe how many times a guy would walk up to me to make sure that we weren’t together before they made a move.”

You let out a giggle, “And what did you say to them?”

Hoseok pulls your entire body on top of his in one swift movement, chest now against his and your face inches away from his. The proximity causes your skin to flush, your earlier chills long forgotten.

Hoseok brushes his nose against yours, “I told them you weren’t mine yet, but you were gonna be.”

With that, he presses his lips to yours.

At first he moves slow, the cherry balm on his lips enveloping your taste buds with an infinite amount of electric bolts flying up and down your body in a symphony of pleasure. His hands move to your hips, the tips of his fingers digging in while he inhales your scent because finally you are right where he’s wanted you to be.

He’s not the one to deepen the kiss, though. Instead, your hands grip the collar of his jacket tightly and you tug, signalling Hoseok to flip the two of you over.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he groans into your mouth, “you feel so much better than I imagined.”

“I’ve wanted this too,” you whisper, “for so long.”

He grins, capturing your lips again as your legs spread just enough for him to slip between them. He slits perfectly between, his lean body pressing hard against your chest. Hoseok pulls away to begin trailing kisses along your cheeks, then your jawline, and you let out a sigh of happiness. He giggles against your skin, but it stops the moment he bites into your neck. You let out a gasp, arching your back into him.

“Hobi,” you moan, “Hobi, please.”

“You need to tell me how far you want this to go, baby.” His voice is much deeper than usual, the growl under his words shooting a jolt of electricity to your core.

You ponder for a moment, debating whether or not you’re prepared to lose your virginity to your best friend. It certainly isn’t where you expected this to go but you’ve got no complaints.

“Hoseok,” you grin, pulling his attention away from your neck, “fuck me.”

His lips trail kisses until he reaches your ear, “That’s what I like to hear.”

Without warning, he stands abruptly and tugs you upward. Hoseok grips your hand tightly in his as he rushes towards his car. The sun has finally set and the quiet beach which had become your favorite place to hang out was completely silent. When you finally reach his car, Hoseok opens the back door and bows his head.

The butterflies in your stomach are swarming.

You slip into Hoseok’s back seat and lay back, watching Hoseok take his place over you again. Slotting between your legs, you feel him grind harshly in the apex of your thighs.

This is so much better than what you imagined.

Hoseok’s fingers draw a line down your chest and to the hem of your sweatshirt, tugging gently. “Take it off.”

It’s a demand you have been waiting to hear forever.

Hoseok pulls himself off of you and watches you with dark eyes while you slip your hoodie off. Just like Hoseok had imagined, you wore nothing underneath. His sweet tongue dips out to lick his lips at the sight of you, your nipples instantly perking in the coolness of the car.

“Your turn.” you smirk, loving the way his eyes dance hungrily across your chest. Hoseok doesn’t hesitate to do the same, his nimble fingers then moving to the waistband of his sweats to tug them down. You watch carefully, the grey sweats slipping down his thighs until his cock flies upward freely. Gloriously hard and ready, you lift your hips and slip your own pants down your legs at the sight.

You’re astonished at your brazen actions, tugging him down to your mouth as Hoseok rolls his hips against yours. Before, you would have never tried something so bold. He doesn’t seem to mind though, because as you push him back onto the seat, he lets out a loud moan.

Underneath the moonlight, Hoseok’s face is illuminated gorgeously. You slip onto the floor of the car, gripping his cock in your hand. It’s thick, curved, and mouthwatering. He tosses his head back as you stroke your hand up and down, his hips flexing beneath your grip.

“God, do you know how much I’ve had to stop myself from getting you on your knees for me over the years,” he says, gasping when you lick the tip, “I’ve dreamed about you sucking my cock.”

You sink your lips around him, dragging your tongue along the underside as you do so. He thrusts, letting out a small apology when he hears you gag around him. However, he’s surprised by the moan that vibrates from your throat while you take him as deep as you possibly can.

He laces his hands through your hair, gently guiding you up and down, “Look at me,” he demands, “keep looking at me.”

His chest heaves, and the thrill of having him mewling for more has you moving faster. You suck in your cheeks, watching how his face reacts to each movement you do. Suddenly, his eyes shoot open, “Fuck! No, stop baby. I’m gonna cum if you continue.”

The gleam in your eye scares Hoseok momentarily as you continue to suck, practically having Hoseok rip you off of him while you let out a giggly.

“Oh yeah, real funny,” Hoseok rolls his eyes, “don’t be a brat and come here.”

“Yes, daddy.” You croon, not expecting the way his adam’s apple bobs at the use of the nickname. You merely smile at the affect you have on him, crawling upward and straddling his thighs. He doesn’t shy away from your movements, welcoming your lips on his. Despite the fact that this was your first time, you were very prepared to take Hoseok in his full glory. So, you sink carefully down onto his cock.

Harmonious moans fill the car as you feel him fill you deliciously. The stretch burns, worse than you anticipated but nothing you couldn’t handle. Instead, you welcomed the pain, hearing him moan into your mouth as you lift yourself up and sink back down again.

“Fuck,” his hands caress your ass, spreading your cheeks as you ride him, “so wet for me. Such a good girl.”

“Yes,” you mewl at his words, “I’m your good girl.”

“Yes you are,” Hoseok chuckles, “taking good care of daddy.”

One of his hands moves in between the two of you, his thumb brushing against your clit. Instantly, a shriek leaves your lips at the unexpected feeling. He grunts when your cunt clenches down on his cock, turning his thumb in harsh circles.

With the added feeling of his thumb against your clit, your orgasm approaches you quickly. A swivel of your hips was enough to let Hoseok know how close you were, and he captures your lips quickly again.

His hands grip your hips right on the tip of his cock, pausing your movements. You let out a tiny huff, but it’s soon wiped away from you when you feel Hoseok thrust into your cunt as hard as he can. Overwhelmed with the foreign yet amazing feeling, you let out a gasp and bite into your lower lip while you bury your face in his neck.

“Come on,” Hoseok’s deep voice echos in the small car, “cum on my cock.”

You feel your cunt clamp down on him, your orgasm washing over you in waves while Hoseok continues to thrust. “So good,” he presses his lips to your temple, “where do you want me?”

He’s out of breath, but you want to give him the most pleasure you can. “Cum inside me.”

That was enough to push Hoseok over the edge, a string of curse words falling out of his mouth as he fills your pulsing walls. Hot and wet, you immediately begin to feel it pooling out of you and back down onto Hoseok’s cock, but he doesn’t make an effort to move. Instead, he stays inside you while he brings you back down to him.

“Are you okay, baby?” Chaste kisses a linked up and down your neck.

You nod, “Better than okay.”

You two lay together for a little while, and the sudden realization washes over you that he’s leaving you tomorrow. You’ve just lost your virginity to him, and he’s leaving.

Yet you don’t regret a single thing. Instead, you sigh, “What am I going to do without you?”

Hoseok didn’t want to think about the fact that his trunk is filled with his belongings and this is the last time he’ll see you for a little while. He just wanted to enjoy having you in his arms, but the inevitability of change was a mere 12 hours away.

Hoseok presses a kiss to your temple, and in his infinite words of wisdom, speaks huskily, “I’m going to work my ass of to make it big, you’re gonna move to Seoul, and we can be together. Until then,” he presses a small kiss to your lips before continuing, “we’ll video chat as often as possible. You’re mine now, ya hear?”

You grin, “Yes, Hobi, and you’re mine too.”

#i saw an edit on tiktok and rushed to write this lol #i lost the edit tho so i can't post the link (fuck)#anyways here's my first hobi one shot #hope you enjoy #hoseok #jung hoseok #bts smut #hoseok x reader #jung hoseok x reader #hoseok x reader smut #hobi x reader #hobi x reader smut #hobi x reader fluff #hoseok x reader fluff #jung hoseok x reader smut #jung hoseok x reader fluff

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narutoblog · 4 years

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can i request minato x kushina younger sister scenario pls? thank you 😁

a/n: eek this is my first request; i’m so honored & excited <3 <3 that being said tho, I got a bit carried away with this scenario & it turned into a full fanfic story w/multiple parts, my b 😩 i’ll try to post part 2 tomorrow (it’ll have more fluff i promise)

Everlasting Beauty (Part 1)

prompt: Minato x Kushina’s younger sister OC (Kumiko); these two are dating, but Kushina didn’t know & she’s an overprotective big sis

Content/warning: set before 3rd shinobi war, Kushina & Minato are 16(ish?), Kumiko is 14-15;; mostly backstory & wholesome depiction of the sisters <3;; little bit of angst/loneliness in this first part

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Fall had arrived in Konoha – the crisp wind gently passed through the trees as the streets were dusted with the remnants of summer. Kumiko had always felt attune to this time of year. It was something about the way the reddish brown leaves seemed to swirl across the ground with a mind of their own that mesmerized her, and she often found herself sitting in the Uzumaki courtyard letting her thoughts drift away with the leaves.

The Uzumaki home wasn’t big (it didn’t need to be, considering the dwindling size of the clan), but it was more than enough for Kumiko and her older sister, Kushina. As far back as Kumiko could remember, it had always just been the two of them. She was too young to remember their parents, but Kushina often told her stories of their parents’ bravery before they went to sleep. It became a nightly ritual; Kushina and Kumiko would tuck themselves into bed next to one another and Kumiko would fall asleep to the excited voice of Kushina retelling stories of their invisible heroes. Kushina would fall asleep soon afterwards, feeling assured by the soft breathing of her little sister.

Back in the day, it didn’t take long for Kushina’s temper to become well known by the children of Konoha. After she enrolled in the academy, Kushina faced bully after bully who made fun of her red hair and her ambition to be the first female Hokage. She was a born fighter and made it clear to her offenders that she wouldn’t back down, no matter what; she couldn’t afford to, not when she had a younger sister who would start the academy soon after her with the same trademark Uzumaki hair. Kushina was quickly labeled the “red hot habanero,” but much to her bullies’ dismay, she wore the name with pride. Afterwards, she spent her first few years as a genin with an impeccable mission record to prove to everyone that the Uzumaki clan weren’t just simple outsiders to be underestimated. Time and time again, Kumiko watched her sister claim victory over what seemed like the impossible. Kushina had ferociously fought off her bullies, graduated to genin level, and succeeded in missions with an actual team. To Kumiko, her sister was a real-life hero – similar to the ones she’d heard about in Kushina’s stories, but tangible and alive.

By the time Kumiko started the academy two years after her, the Uzumaki name was well known among other kids, but somewhat feared, and no one dared to mess with the red hot habanero’s sister. In fact, no one dared to talk to her at all. For most of her time in the academy, Kumiko spent her days sitting in the corner of the classroom away from the other girls giggling behind her, or throwing practice shuriken in the yard while the other kids played ninja in the courtyard. She was recognized by her clan name only and ignored in all other aspects; Kumiko jokingly wondered if she had some sort of unknown jutsu that made her invisible around the other students.

The Uzumaki clan, however, has always had an undeniable strength that allowed them to endure and continue in the face of adversity. While Kushina’s strength was loud and aflame, Kumiko discovered that her strength was one found in stillness, as the bedrock guiding the path of a crashing river.

After graduating from the academy, Kumiko spent every morning in the Uzumaki courtyard, meditating on a flat stone next to the small pond. When her sister began training for the chunin exams, Kumiko threw herself into intense training of her own to perfect her chakra control. Working closely with her sensei, she developed a knack for medical ninjutsu and began interning at the hospital to develop her skills further. On days when Kushina was home from missions, Kumiko asked her to help improve her taijutsu and teach her the Uzumaki sealing jutsu. With their enormous chakra reserves, they trained relentlessly, interrupted only by their grumbling stomachs which they happily filled at their favorite dumpling shop. In a short few years, the Uzumaki sisters had made themselves an invaluable part of the fabric of Konoha; the red hot habanero was a fierce jonin kunoichi with a trapping and sealing specialty, while her sister quickly became one of the head medical ninja in the hospital, promoted to chunin and already leading teams through hours of intense surgery without breaking a sweat.

With political tensions running high between the great nations, the number of dangerous and intense missions were increasing, even for chunin and genin teams. But due to their different specialties, Kushina and Kumiko often only crossed paths at home or at the hospital after returning from a mission. Kumiko was often stationed in the hospital for emergency operations or called in by messenger bird whenever necessary; Kushina, on the other hand, was often placed on front-line teams to gather intel on the other nations, which ultimately meant high-risk missions where death was not unlikely. Most recently, Lord Third had sent Kushina with a team gathering intel on Kirigakure forces, and she wasn’t due to return for another two days.

Kumiko drifted back to reality as a sigh escaped her lips. I wonder how Kushina’s doing.. she thought, as a stray leaf brushed against her cheek. She shook her head and picked out the leaf that had now lodged itself in her hair and held it up to examine it. The leaf was long and jagged, one that she didn’t recognize from the Uzumaki courtyard. Still a little dazed from her wandering thoughts, Kumiko blinked and tried to focus her eyes on the leaf when the wind ripped it out of her hand and dropped it into the pond. Kumiko’s skin raised slightly in goosebumps as she stepped towards the water to look for the leaf. It was torn clean in half, each end floating away from one another as it rode the ripples of the pond.

Just as Kumiko realized the probable omen, a messenger bird from the hospital flew down and perched itself on her shoulder. Kumiko did her best to not flinch too hard to avoid scaring the bird. She unraveled the small scroll and revealed a message that summoned her immediately to the operating room. She quickly imprinted her chakra signature on the scroll to let them know she was on her way, then tied the message to the bird and let it fly away. Kumiko’s instincts kicked in as she ran through her mental list of preparations for working at the hospital. She changed into her hospital uniform, grabbed her medical notes, and rushed onto the roofs of Konoha, racing towards emergency room.

When Kumiko arrived at the hospital, the medical staff were in an unusual frenzy. She joined the other medical staff in the hurry as she tried to gather as much information as she could from scribbled charts, but there wasn’t enough information.

“Kumiko! Over here!” Kumiko jolted her head up and looked down the hallway to see the jonin in charge frantically waving in her direction. She navigated past the other medical staff and civilians to get closer, then followed the jonin into the operating room near the end of the hall. “We’ve got two teams back from their A-rank missions, four with moderate injuries, two in intensive care,” the jonin explained as she scrubbed her hands, forearms, then put on sterile gloves. Kumiko followed suit as she listened. “We pulled her into the operating room a few minutes ago because her chakra levels weren’t responding to the emergency treatment and we can’t figure out why; we need to detect any abnormalities in the chakra network to see if it has been tampered with and restore her levels immediately,” the jonin spoke quickly, nodding to the patient on the table.

Kumiko nodded in understanding, then followed the jonin’s gaze to the patient. She could hear the jonin in charge hold her breath as Kumiko noticed the curtain of red hair spilling out from underneath the medical cover. no… no no no nono..

“Kumiko,” she heard her name from somewhere in the distance. She wanted to look for whoever called her name, but she couldn’t move. Her eyes were glued to the red hair she knew so well, the thick strands that had always roared with life at Kushina’s anger and yet were somehow so limp in the operating room, gone of their previous passions, lifeless.

“No,” Kumiko’s voice choked as she struggled to regain feeling in her hands. “No, no, no, it can’t..”

“Kumiko,” her name was spoken more firmly this time, laced with urgency. She turned her head slowly, painfully dragging her eyes away from her sister’s body. The jonin gave her a grave look. “We can save her, but we need your help. You’re the only one on staff who has as much chakra as Kushina does, and right now, we need you to focus and do what you do best. We can do this, I promise. You can do it.”

Kumiko gulped and tried to take a deep breath. She quickly finished putting on her gloves and nodded, following the jonin closer to Kushina’s body. The jonin did a quick scan then began giving orders to the other operating staff, requesting injections and creating a list of ingredients for a possible antidote. She turned to Kumiko, who stood still, listening to her sister’s weak breathing. “Kumiko,” the jonin said. Kumiko looked up. “Prepare for a chakra transfusion,” Kumiko nodded, understanding her orders. “But Kumiko,” she looked up again. “do NOT push the limit. I mean it. We need you on the other side of the operation, we can’t take care of you and save her too. Understood?” She nodded again and gathered her hands to prepare for the chakra transfusion. Once she had built up a steady flow from her network to her hands, she placed them gently on Kushina’s vital points to push chakra into her body. She cringed as she felt the chakra rush out of her system, but stayed focused. I will not let you go like this, Kumiko shouted in her head. Not like this, not ever! With an unmistakable Uzumaki fire in her eyes, Kumiko nodded at the others to begin the operation.

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Minato had known Kushina from their academy days, but he hadn’t seen her around much after their genin teams were formed. Most of his time was spent training under Master Jiraiya, who spent half their time doing “research” by the onsens. But Minato was ever quick to learn and ingeniously skilled; under Jiraiya’s guidance, he quickly mastered the toad sage mode and developed a strong relationship with his toad summons. In the few years after leaving the academy, Minato rose through the ranks and was promoted to jonin. His trademark technique of the flying raijin gave him the name “yellow flash of the leaf,” and his speed combined with his original jutsu of the rasengan made him feared by all the great nations. And yet for all his talent, he couldn’t protect his teammates on this mission. Elite shinobi or not, he was still left sitting in a pool of worry outside the ICU, anxiously waiting for some news about his injured teammates.

As the hours passed, Minato stayed put in the area outside of his teammates’ rooms, watching medics flow in and out. The only proof of the passage of time was a nurse that stopped by every now and then to check and replace his bandages.

“You should get some rest,” a familiar voice suggested, placing a weighted hand on his shoulder. Minato struggled against his heavy eyelids and shook his head, determined to stay by his teammates until he was able to see them with his own eyes. Jiraiya chuckled and let out a deep sigh. “You know, you may be a smart kid, but you’re still young.” Minato raised his head to meet his sensei’s gaze slowly and Jiraiya gave him a grim look. “To be a shinobi is to endure, even if that is the consequences of our decisions.” Minato grit his teeth and looked away. “You decided a plan of action you thought was best, but this time, the enemy outsmarted you. Should things have gone their way, all of you would be dead.” Jiraiya slowly turned to walk away. “Your team was able to get out there alive. Use this opportunity to get stronger.. Or else next time, you won’t have the chance, “ Jiraiya advised, walking away towards the front door, one arm held up in goodbye. Minato looked at Jiraiya’s back, replaying his words in his head. Next time.. I’ll protect them.. he vowed as his body slumped in the chair, finally falling asleep.

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part 2 is here!!

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hi-hey-haechan · 4 years

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can i request a kun smut with 13, 41, 55 & 90? 😉

*this was asked to be changed to 14*

If this flops, I will cry, because Kun deserves literally all the love in the whole world

14. “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

41. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

55. “What? Does that feel good?”

90. “I’ll just have to cum inside you, then.”

Kissing Kun was unbelievable.

His lips were pillow-soft against yours, moving against yours in a perfect harmony. He kissed you slowly, holding your waist gently, every movement of his lips utterly sincere against your mouth. Your breath was his, and vice versa, as all you were aware of was Kun, and how it felt to be kissing him. His mouth was hot as it slid against yours, sending a warm shudder throughout your body at the sensuality. You pressed your body further against his, craving more and more of the heat that he radiated. Your entire being was conscious of every tensing of each muscle, as well as the hammering of his heart.

His tongue flicked out, parting the seam of your lips expertly. Kun had deepened the kiss, creating a clash of lips, teeth and tongue. He no longer was kissing you gently, nor slowly. This was fueled by desperation. You kissed him so harshly, to the point where your teeth were clashing. He groaned against your mouth, the sound moving directly to your core.

Not for the first time, you found yourself becoming putty at his expense. Your core was already growing wet. You wanted him, wanted him inside of you.

This wasn’t the first time you’d been turned on by Kun. However, you’d always taken care of it yourself, getting yourself off to him more times than you were willing to admit. Even still, you’d never had sex. You had been with him for just over a year, yet you’d never been intimate in that way. He never asked, never even brought up the topic, and neither had you. Kun was so caring and considerate. In this case, you almost wished he’d be less gentle and caring, since you were too nervous to bring up the topic. You knew what you wanted, though.

Your body wasn’t completely centered on his lap, so your heat was directly over one of his thighs. You wondered if he could feel the throbbing of your core against his leg.

Without realizing it, your fingers had flown up to the buttons on his shirt. Eagerly, your fingers trembled as they undid them one at a time.

“Y/n,” he murmured. Kun broke away from your lips, and you immediately feared you had done something wrong. “Baby, do you really want this?”

“Yes,” you replied, without even a hint of doubt in your voice. “I-I love you, and I’m ready. But only if you are.” You searched his face. Kun’s lips were red and swollen from all the kissing, and his hair was disheveled, due to the way you ran your fingers through it repeatedly. He looked so hot like this, which wasn’t helping your state.

“Of course I’m ready.” He gave you the biggest smile then, the one that made your heart flutter and knees weak (KUN’S SMILE IS SO BEAUTIFUL SHUT UP). “But seriously. Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

“And I’m telling you that I don’t want you to stop.” Your lips met his in a searing kiss, one that turned the blood in your veins to liquid fire. He let out a low groan and took control of the kiss, his tongue moving against yours as his fingers dipped under your shirt, caressing your bare waist and stomach, which he adored. You continued to unbutton his shirt, knowing you were being way too eager, but not caring.

When his shirt was off, you couldn’t help but stare. Sure, you’d seen him shirtless before, but this time was different. His body was against the couch cushions and under you. The faint light from the long-forgotten television was illuminating his skin beautifully, giving him the glow of an angel. You admired the ridges of his abs, the expanse of his chest and broad shoulders.

Beautiful.

Your shirt followed not long after his, and he looked at your body, which was perfect to him. His hands explored the expanse of your bare torso, mapping out every inch of exposed skin.

You knew that you were so wet at this point, and your arousal leaked out of your throbbing pussy, further soaking your underwear. Your juices had probably leaked through your leggings, onto his thigh.

“Y/n, do you want me to touch you?” he asked. “Because at this point, it seems as though the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

You hadn’t even noticed how you were grinding on this thigh, trying to soothe the ache from the heat pounding between your legs. It was giving you some help, and if you did it consciously and with more power, you’d eventually get yourself off.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, having to force your hips to stop moving.

“Don’t apologize. You don’t need to apologize for anything.” Kun pressed a kiss to your jaw.

You hadn’t even gotten up from the couch, but soon, the two of you were fully exposed to each other. Neither of you could stop admiring each other’s entire figures drinking in every curve, every mark, and loving every part of them.

At some point, Kun was lying on top of you, kissing your collarbones and jaw and lips. You had been so focused on his lips on your skin so that you didn’t notice how his fingers had traveled down your body, resting right at your pussy. You’d only noticed when his fingers dragged through your dripping folds. The feeling of someone touching such a sensitive area was so shocking. Plus, Kun was the person doing so, and his fingers moved expertly. His middle finger dipped into you, and you let out a quiet moan out at the unexpected feeling.

“What? Does that feel good?”

“Fuck, yes,” you sighed. “More. I need you inside of me.” It came out as a helpless grunt, and you bucked your hips against his finger with a swear.

Kun didn’t tease you, and he was positioned at your entrance. The darkness in his eyes, where his pupils engulfed his eyes, told you how badly he needed you, as well. “If it hurts at all, tell me, okay?”

And then he was inside of you. His length felt sharp, like a large intrusion somewhere it wasn’t supposed to be intruding. You were connected in more than just one way. Your breath was being held, and your eyes were shut, trying to adjust to the sudden pain. “Baby? Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”

“No,” you exhaled, having once been holding your breath. “Keep going--oh my gosh.” You had to close your eyes for a bit from the pleasure, which had, out of nowhere, appeared “Fuck, keep going, that feels good, Kun.”

He began to move inside of you, slow at first. Immediately, it showed in his thrusts, as well as the feeling of him inside of you, how big he was. The friction of his member against your soaking wet walls felt absolutely incredible, causing you to see stars behind your eyes. You tried to grab onto something, but instead, your fingernails dug into his back without mercy.

Kun let out a low groan, shutting his eyes, both at your tight walls around him, as well as the sensation of your fingernails digging into his skin. A moan escaped your lips, and you didn’t even care at how it may have sounded. You could barely think straight, your entire being overcome with pleasure.

Kun didn’t say that he loved you often, but the small actions he’d do would remind you of it. And this, right here, making love to you, was one of them. He sped up, snapping his hips faster.

“Kun!” you cried out, feeling his tip press harshly against your g-spot. You involuntarily clenched around him tightly, and he let out a breathless, airy moan at the sudden tightness around his cock.

He grabbed your shaking legs and clasped them around his waist, so he would be provided with a better, superior angle. He managed to thrust deeper into you, hitting spots in you that your fingers could never even try to reach. Stars flashed behind your closed eyes. You tried to clutch onto Kun for dear life, feeling so high on pleasure that you needed something to simply anchor you.

Every thrust made the fiery pleasure course through you, relentlessly adding to the incredible feeling. “Y-you feel so good, Kun,” you gasped as he hit your sweet spot again.

“And so do you, clenching around my cock like that--” his voice cracked at the end, and he moaned out, his jaw clenched and face overcome in utter pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, voice and body weak from the feeling that had overtaken you.

“M-me, too.”

“W-we’re on the couch -- fuck, Kun, p-please.”

Him, knowing full well that you were on birth control, managed to rasp out, “I’ll just have to cum inside you, then.”

When the wire in your stomach snapped, wave after wave of pleasure wracked your body, causing your walls to spasm and clench around him. His name spilled off your lips like a mantra; Kun being the only person or thing you could possibly think about in that moment.

Seconds later, his hot seed shot up inside of you, his cum painting your walls and filling you up.

Moments later, the both of you were panting, your hair and his hair sticking to his forehead like sweat. Even right now, exhausted, he looked so stunning. You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could form your words, he said, “I love you.”

He meant it. You had no doubts about that, and he just showed you how much you meant to him physically, and now verbally.

“I love you, too,” you replied, meaning it with all of your heart.

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It’s a Reverse Basket ◍ Part 17

⇝ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

⇝ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ Basketball AU, Crossdressing AU

⇝ Words: 6k

�� Summary: Basketball is your everything; your passion for it running deep and wanting nothing more then to play the sport. Problem is, the sport isn’t offered competitively to girls and with that, all your hopes immediately fizzle away… …but who ever said that was going to stop you?

⇝ Warnings: pg13; *casually throws in a load of angst*

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⇝ Previous Parts: Moodboard Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

⇝ Next Update: Tuesday, July 7

Jungkook is dying.

His nose is congested to the point where breathing no longer feels like an easy option, his pink eyes are watery like he’s been crying for hours and his chest aches from the constant coughing fits he’s been having.

He’s dying and it appears that his friends have started to notice.

“Jungkook!” The high pitch of Taehyung’s voice makes him wince, the latter rushing over to him in his dire state, “Are you sick?!”

As if the thermometer sticking out of his mouth and the blanket wrapped around his shivering body wasn’t enough of a dead giveaway, Jungkook lets out a guttural groan to confirm it. Taehyung’s eyes widen and he instantly dashes away only to leave Jungkook and his feverish temperature alone.

“Y/N, where are you??” Taehyung’s voice is loud enough to be heard within the walls, “Jungkook’s sick!”

“He’s sick?” Your much calmer voice questions, a set of soft footsteps growing louder in the direction of his room. You appear at his door, eyes concerned and stature hesitant as you approach his bed and place your palm against his forehead. “His temperature is really high..…”

You quickly jog back into the kitchen, Taehyung darting his eyes between you and Jungkook in confusion. He opts out for staying by his dear friend’s side, watching you re-emerge with a glass of water and some medication you’ve picked up.

Jungkook gratefully exhales once you place both things in his hands, downing the water as fast as he can. Handing the glass to Taehyung, he slumps against his pillow and closes his eyes, both of you worriedly glancing at each other.

“He should rest for the day, don’t let him do anything and make sure he eats at a proper time.” Taehyung nods with the information you relay at him, only now noticing the large bag that’s been strung around your torso.

“Are you going somewhere?”

You hum, “I’m visiting someone.”

“Is it Yoongi?” Taehyung questions right away, an intrigued brow raised up. You hurriedly shake your head, a bit flustered.

“U-Uh no…” You stare at Jungkook again, taking in how pale his skin is and the way he keeps shivering, “Take good care of him when I’m gone though.”

“Roger that.” Taehyung grins, “I’ll get Jimin and Hoseok to help me, so don’t you don’t have to worry.”

You smile, pacing back to the kitchen to retrieve a wet towel. Catching a glimpse of Jungkook’s sick form one last time, you plant the towel on his forehead and decide to back away, ignoring the concerned feeling weighing down in you.

After making Taehyung promise to text you every two hours for an update, you head out, hoping that Jungkook has been left in good hands.

***

You’re gone by the time Jungkook opens his eyes.

He doesn’t have the strength to even fully open them, only mustering to weakly peek through the crack of the door when there’s an echo of voices and a beam of light coming into his room from the kitchen.

“What about carrots?! I’ve heard they’re good for sight!” Hoseok blares, a thudding sound that was similar to a knife cutting against something resonating through the walls.

“I don’t know if Jungkook likes carrots though….” Jimin whispers.

“Of course he likes them! He’s practically a bunny!” Hoseok protests, inducing a sigh from Jimin.

“I’ll go check on him for now, just make sure Taehyung doesn’t burn something in the meantime.” He quietly says to Hoseok.

“I heard that Jimin!” Taehyung accurses right away. Jimin opts out for hurriedly rushing away until he reaches Jungkook’s room, shutting the door with a relieved exhale. He turns only to be surprised at Jungkook’s new awakening, hurrying to his side.

“You’re awake!” Jimin cutely exclaims, Jungkook’s heavy breathing telling him the latter wasn’t fully functioning just yet. When Jungkook lifts his hand, Jimin instantly takes it and helps him straighten up, swiftly propping up his pillow so he can lean back properly. “Are you hungry? Taehyung was going to make you some porridge.”

Jungkook abruptly chokes, breaking out in a cluster of coughs. Jimin grabs the water bottle resting on his desk, quickly handing it to him.

“Don’t worry Jungkook, Taehyung’s been practicing cooking. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Although Jimin gives the impression of an encouraging friend, he truthfully is worried about what Taehyung will create, hoping that having Hoseok constantly monitoring him will bring some good.

“Do you want me to bring the nurse here?” Jimin questions with Jungkook still not looking so great. There’s a layer of grogginess to him, like he’s been in an eternal slumber only to have woken up now. His large nose has also been entirely covered in a hue of red, the sniffles appearing to not leave him any time soon.

Jungkook promptly shakes his head and Jimin sighs, knowing that he was simply being stubborn at this point. The only reason he didn’t want to see the nurse is because he would definitely be issued a note that would cause him to miss the upcoming practices – the exact ones slated to start gearing all of you up for the upcoming championship.

However, it doesn’t take away the concern Jimin has if Jungkook’s in such a state, rest and time off being mandatory if he wants to even get better.

Suddenly the door of his room comes barging open, Taehyung dressed in his signature apron with a tray in his hands. Hoseok hurriedly follows behind him, the scared expression on his face contrasting the content one Taehyung holds.

“I made you porridge from my own hands Jungkook!” Taehyung cutely exclaims, placing the tray down and spooning out some to him.

Jungkook weakly moves to take it, his eyes flickering across the terrified looks Jimin and Hoseok throw at each other when he gulps it down. His features scrunch up, twisted as if he had eaten something incredibly bitter and chalked.

“W-Why is there so much salt in it?” He crocks, coughing to have it stay down as Taehyung spins around and stares at Hoseok and Jimin confused.

“Is there too much salt?” He raises a spoon to both of them and they cower away.

“We’re good! If Jungkook says it’s salty then it's probably salty!” Hoseok pipes up, backing out as much as he can.

In the midst of this, Jungkook sighs, a strong feeling inside him telling him that it was quite possible for him to die at the hands of his friends instead of the cold he was stuck with.

After changing out of your clothes, you pat down the simple white dress you wear and adjust your falling locks. Peering at your watch, you recall Yoongi telling you that he would pick up by the side of the school.

“Hey.” You look over your shoulder to see him dressed in a simple black dress shirt and jeans. It’s different from what he usually wears, having become too accustomed to seeing him in either a jersey or shorts and beanie combo.

“Hey.” You smile, gliding over as he takes your hand.

“It’ll take about two buses to get there.” Yoongi informs you, leading you along the sidewalk until you see a station come into view, “An hour max.”

You hum, carefully treading through the crowd in order to get aboard the bus. Yoongi helps you climb on and swiftly grabs a seat, letting you take the one beside the window before he’s plopping down beside you.

Darting your eyes outside the window, you eagerly take in the view. Living at your high school has it’s own set of perks, but one of the biggest disadvantages is that you don’t really get the opportunity to explore aside from games.

You feel something poke your shoulder, whirling to see Yoongi gazing at you. He raises his hand, his fingers outstretched.

“There’s five of us.” He begins, “Me, Yoonji, my older brother and my parents.”

You nod, his debriefing almost sounding like he was explaining a game strategy to you. “You’ve already met Yoonji, she’s the youngest and in middle school.”

“My older brother graduated from university recently, he’s quieter but easier to get along with in comparison.”

You smile, recalling how it wasn’t hard to click with Yoonji because of her resemblance in both appearance and personality to Yoongi, “I really wanted you to introduce you to him today.”

Frowning when he stops, you can’t help but wonder, “What about your parents?”

Yoongi’s form stiffens next to you, his eyes avoiding yours and that’s when you remember how he explained his parents getting in the way of his basketball dream. A part of you contemplates if this is the first time he’s going back home, the answer only lying ahead of you in one hour’s time.

Jungkook’s eyelids flutter, barely conscious after being fed all of Taehyung’s disastrous porridge. His stomach aches like it’s eaten something that it probably shouldn’t have been consumed, the concoction somehow lulling him back to sleep once he passes out again.

“Jungkook!” The sounds of shoes squeaking alert him, whirling around to see a young man with light brown hair and dressed in the same white jersey he wears, “The championship is coming up! Aren’t you excited?”

Jungkook shrugs. He wasn’t filled with as much excitement as he was with nervousness, the day’s slowly counting by.

“Not really, I still have more practicing to do.” He mumbles, trekking over to grab a basketball. Yugyeom frowns, pacing after him.

“Why don’t you practice later? We were going to grab dinner in a while.”

Jungkook ponders the offer, wondering if he can put off practice for tomorrow until someone struts in.

“There’s no point in asking Yugyeom, nothing gets in between Jeon and basketball.” Another voice nearby snickers at him, Jungkook’s eyes morphing into a glare as his grip on the ball tightens.

“Don’t say that Minhyuk.” Yugyeom turns to Jungkook with a smile, “So no then? Practice instead?”

Jungkook solemnly smiles, “After the championship is over.”

Yugyeom nods understandably, walking over and looping his arm around Minhyuk. Jungkook scowls when the latter throws him a dirty look, sending a distasteful message that he doesn’t need to see.

He wishes Yugyeom would stop hanging out with Minhyuk and his friends, but he knows he can’t help it when they’re all unfortunately on the same team. Letting out a sigh, he resumes shooting hoops.

Jungkook can’t believe what just happened.

Moments ago, he was in the fast-paced environment of the game, the crowd roaring as he effortlessly slides through players missing gaps and consistently lands points. Another moment he’s lying on the ground, his ankle and knee painfully throbbing.

“We have an injured member!” The coach calls out, the referee blowing his whistle. Jungkook notices himself being lifted, his eyes barely making out who it is until his coach and Yugyeom comes into view.

Yugyeom is signalled to head back into the game as Jungkook is sent over to the nurse, but his blood boils when he catches the faint smile drawing on Minhyuk’s features before everything goes blank.

He ends up missing the championship.

Everything passes by a blur that day and when he wakes up, he discovers that it was suggested he be replaced to continue the game forward. He’s missed the opportunity he’s been training for, tossed to the side simply because of an injury.

Yoongi has a small house.

It takes you about fifteen minutes to reach it, being the last of many on the road. Intricate stone steps lead you to the entrance, where you notice the abundance of plants surrounding it, ranging from growing fruits and vegetables to plush flowers and daisies.

Someone is already sitting on the porch, legs crossed and a book tucked in her hands. Her gaze slides over to you once you emerge from behind Yoongi.

“Y/N.” You warmly smile and the book Yoonji was reading is discarded as she gets up, dusting off her skirt and sending a narrowed glare at her brother. “Took you long enough.”

Yoongi doesn’t even say anything back to that, simply quirking up an eyebrow. He reaches for your hand again and leads you to the front door, making you a bit flustered as you’re literally holding hands in front of Yoonji. She doesn’t seem to notice though, merely concentrated on unlocking and twisting the knob.

Once the door is shut, you take a look around.

It’s warm and cozy, a light brown theme overtaking the home. You find there’s more plants set aside inside the house, but it isn’t as much as you found outside. Other than that, it’s extremely clean too, not a speck of dust in sight.

“I tried cleaning up a bit.” Yoonji acknowledges when you survey the home, “Wait here, I’ll go find everyone.”

You nod and Yoonji leaves. Your eyes are still glued to the home’s layout, as if you were discovering a piece of Yoongi that was carefully tucked away.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Yoongi lets out a nostalgic exhale and you hum.

“Is this your first time coming back…?” You ask quietly, cautiously eyeing him to make sure you weren't prying too much.

“Yeah….” Yoongi scratches the back of his neck, growing dismayed, “I haven’t come back here since–“

“Yoongi?”

Both of you pivot to the sound of shuffling down the stairs, a young man suddenly appearing. His confusion flickers into recognition, and that’s when he’s instantly tugging Yoongi into his arms.

You giggle as Yoongi becomes flustered, hugging the man back and throwing a playful look at you when he hears your laughter. He suddenly seperates from him, curious eyes rolling to you, “Oh! Whose this?”

You’re about to introduce yourself but Yoongi takes the words right out of your mouth.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

The man’s eyes light up at that, “Really?” You timidly nod and a giant smile breaks through him, “That’s great! I’m Min Junki, Yoongi’s older brother.”

Your eyes light up in surprise. While Yoonji looked like an exact replica of Yoongi, his older brother’s appearance is drastically different. You can suppose they have the same eyes, but other than that you wouldn’t have even guessed they were related.

Yoonji suddenly reappears, her eyes darting over in surprise. “Oh, you found Junki.”

Junki smiles and that’s when Yoonji steps to the side, a much older woman coming forward behind her.

You blink as she draws closer, her arms crossed and a glare set in her eyes. Her hair is longer and curler in comparison to Yoonji, a set of glasses resting on her nose and a long purple shawl draped over her shoulders. She has the same eyes as the rest of the people in the room, her appearance matching more with Yoongi than anything.

She doesn’t acknowledge you though, rather her menacing glare is set on someone else entirely.

For a moment, no one speaks. Yoongi and her continue to stare at each other, until she finally opens her mouth.

“You look like a boiled dumpling.” She scoffs, tugging her shawl closer. Her eyes then land on you, causing you to recline a bit behind Yoongi, “Who are you?”

“His girlfriend.” Yoonji pitches in, resulting in her frowning even more and suddenly giving you the urge to disappear.

“Hm.” She spins around without another word, heading into the kitchen. You’re not sure what to take from all this, but when Yoongi gently ushers you to sit down with him, you know he can sense the puzzlement stemming from you.

Junki and Yoonji do the same, already growing comfortable with your presence despite only knowing you for a short period of time. They start throwing out questions back and forth, sparking your interest in them as well. You discover that Yoonji can be extremely sarcastic and ruthless, but her somewhat intimidating stance hides the childish side she has when Junki steals some of the snacks she was eating and passes them over to you with a smile as she pouts.

Junki on the other hand, contrasts all of them. He can be incredibly quiet like Yoongi but just like he said, he’s easy to get along with. It’s obvious to decipher that he’s the oldest as well, concern immediately sparking up on his features whenever Yoongi is brought up into conversation.

“I heard you guys had a game recently that Yoonji went to.” Junki explains, “How was it?”

You beam, “It went great, we ended up winning.”

Junki’s smiles, “That’s good to hear, did your family get a chance to see you too?”

You falter a bit at that, a hand already placing itself on yours. You shoot Yoongi a grateful look.

“My family actually doesn’t know I’m attending this school…”

Yoonji stares at you in surprise and Junki frowns. Yoongi simply stays put, as if he knew what was about to come.

“You can say I’m doing something they won’t approve of.” You wistfully smile, catching Junki’s eyes flickering over to Yoongi. The gesture makes you do the same, noticing that although Yoongi was sitting right next to you, it seemed like his mind was somewhere else.

Your eyes wander over to the staircase, recognizing that there’s still a soft sound of footsteps right above your heads.

When Jungkook comes to, there’s a woman standing at the foot of his bed with her arms crossed.

His brows furrow, mouth opening to say a string of words. A thermometer is being shoved into it before he can, loud stomps echoing through the room.

“A high fever.” She mumbles, “Along with a stuffy nose and a sore throat.”

She gestures at the piles of tissues collecting near his bed and the water bottle resting on his desk.

“What...a-are you…doing here…?” Jungkook croaks, his voice barely making out.

“I was called.” Soyoung steps to the side to reveal three very concerned faces, all glued to Jungkook’s dreary form. “By them.”

“Sorry Jungkook…” Jimin whispers, head lulling down in shame.

“After Taehyung’s porridge, you fell asleep and looked even worse.” Hoseok explains, “We had to call her here.”

Jimin nods and Jungkook lets out a sigh. This was the last thing he wanted.

But then his sight scans across the room, taking in how Jimin occasionally concerned glances at him while Hoseok darts his eyes over to what Soyoung was scribbling down on her notepad for Jungkook. Taehyung stands with them, curiously peering into the kitchen where he still has a bowl full of hearty porridge left.

He cracks a smile, wondering how long it’s been since his own team was so worried about him.

“Fine.” Jungkook mumbles, turning his head to Soyoung, “You take a look at me and if I need to stay in my dorm for a couple of days, I will.”

“That won’t be necessary.” As Jungkook’s eyes spark up in confusion, Soyoung points down to her notepad, “I’ve prescribed some helpful medication. Just drink a lot of fluids this next couple of days and you’ll be fine by the time you guys head for nationals.”

His eyes perk up at that, a loud cheer erupting into the room. The three individuals from his team are ecstatic that he’ll be joining them for their final game, something that doesn’t let the smile disappear from Jungkook’s lips.

Night falls and preparations for dinner commence.

Junki had initially offered to go out for dinner when Yoongi’s mother remarked that she wasn’t expecting any extra guests, however at the suggestion she interjected and said she’ll see what she can do. Yoonji goes upstairs and Junki talks to Yoongi, leaving you to be alone in the kitchen as you help her set the table.

Her back is turned as she plucks out dishes from the cabinets, with you swiftly moving around the table and arranging everything.

“Is…” You pause, wondering if you had heard her say something, “Is he eating well…”

You stop for a moment and hum. “And is he doing okay….with basketball and such…”

The way she says basketball makes you wince, as if simply getting it off her chest was too much to bear.

“He is.” You reply and her shoulders sink down, like those questions had been weighing far too heavy on her.

That’s when she swivels around, bringing the remaining dishes and assisting you with placing them around the table. Once you’re done, you turn to go find Yoongi but her arm snaps onto your wrist, holding you in place.

Your eyes light up if she needs anything else, but the guilt painted over her features has them contorting instead.

“He hasn’t come back ever since he left.” She quietly mutters, her eyes filled with dense regret, “But he came back t-this time, with you…”

Your eyes warm understandingly with the words, “If he ever needs something, p-please let me know.”

A tender smile lines on your lips and you place your hand on top of hers, “Of course.”

She reciprocates your smile, finally appearing to be on the same page as you. Facing away from you, a light scoff leaves her lips.

“Aish Yoongi-ah, where did you find yourself such a nice girlfriend?”

Her words make you blush and she chuckles, leaving your hand. You go on to search for Yoongi, darting your head left and right, but to no avail do you find him. Instead, you bump into someone else.

“Y-Y/N!” Junki nervously laughs, “Is something wrong?”

You hum, “Where’s Yoongi?”

“Uhh he should be back soon– oh there he is!”

Your eyes widen when Yoongi emerges from the staircase, his cheeks red and his fists clenched. You tap his shoulder and the look in his eyes when he turns around almost makes you jolt in fear, only for him to rapidly blink it away.

“What happened?” You whisper, the hostility radiating off his form growing more and more apparent. Yoongi merely shakes his head, taking your hand and leading you away.

“Come on, let’s go have dinner.”

You nod but can’t help notice how incredibly coarse his voice is.

***

By the time dinner rolls around, a seat is left empty in the corner.

You’re sitting on a chair that Yoongi’s mom pulled out from the attic and the one you were originally going to sit on has been tucked away once his mom insisted you sit on a different one.

When a light-hearted conversation is started by Junki at the table, Yoonji pops in with her own sarcastic remarks. Yoongi’s mom occasionally pitches in, letting out low chuckles and then pestering Yoongi to eat more by sliding a whole bowl of rice over to his side. Yoongi protests, but then his mother proclaims that he doesn’t even eat enough rice and he sighs defeated, spooning it out in front of her as a way to show he was eating it.

It makes you smile but you can easily tell the difference in Yoongi’s posture. It’s almost like he’s forcing himself to eat, a cutted edge to his tone that reminds you of the time you had argued over the game with Seokjin.

Your gaze shifts, glancing at something else entirely that no one in the room seems to address.

The empty seat in the far corner is starting to bother you.

With a deep sigh, you get up. Everyone suddenly stares at you, even Yoongi.

“I need to use the bathroom.” You mutter, Yoongi’s mother rising from her seat and then gently ushering you where to go. You gratefully smile, following her directions for the most part.

That is, until you suddenly take a sharp right turn.

Your footsteps are quiet, no one noticing that you’ve long disappeared into the spiraling staircase instead.

You’re met with six doors when you reach the top. You assume the four bigger ones belonging to individuals of the family, the smallest one being another bathroom.

And you assume the one that’s slightly cracked open unlike the rest if where you need to be.

A knock resonates on the door’s room.

“Come in.” A deep voice rings through the thin layer of the frame, your eyes widening once your suspicions have been confirmed. With another deep breath, you take a step inside and shut the door fully.

The man sitting at the desk stares at you strangely in glasses, like he hasn’t been expecting anyone to come through the door. His appearance matches with Junki’s more than anything, but his posture is a lot similar to the one Yoongi currently holds.

You ask the question that has been sitting on the tip of your tongue.

“Are you Yoongi’s father?”

His stare on you suddenly narrows, so characteristically similar to what his son would do. He darts his gaze back to the papers sprayed across his desk, two heavy words escaping him.

“Please leave.”

You take a sharp inhale, brows furrowing.

“Min Yoongi. Bangtan Sondeyeon’s Ace Captain that’s returned for five consecutive sessions. Holds a record of 15 points and 3 rebounds and has led several teams into victory thanks to his rigorous training. He aims to head into nationals soon with his current team.”

His father frowns, “Why are you telling me all this?”

You softly smile, “I thought hearing your son’s accomplishments would help understand why he decided to pursue basketball in the end.”

He has a similar reaction to his wife at the word, but his is filled with more anger compared to hers. “He’s going to get nowhere if he keeps attending that high school and he’ll end up regretting the day he didn’t listen to me.” His gaze intensifies on you now, sharp words being spat out, “I don’t suppose you’re also interested in that same stupid game he plays?”

Your eyes sink in dismay, “I suggest you leave, there’s no way I’m going to accept his decision.”

When his father resumes back to his work without another word, you remain in defeat. Pivoting on your heels with a sigh, you begin scrambling in your mind for anything else you can say to change his mind, but unfortunately, you draw a static blank.

Your feet come to a halt.

You suddenly turn around, his father’s eyes perking up in rage now.

“I told you to leave, where are you back ag–“

“You weren’t surprised.” You simply say, eyes darting around the man’s office now. Your words draw out confusion from him, a giant smile forming on your lips as you walk over to a shelf of his.

“When I told you about Yoongi’s accomplishments, you weren’t surprised.” Hope spikes up in you, the man scrambling to his feet the longer you stare at his broad shelf full of books and decor. That’s where you find it, your hands coming into contact with the smooth disk carefully placed into a casket.

The words are scribbled messily on the disk in a green marker, but it’s enough for you to flip it around by the time he makes his way over to you.

“Yoongi’s basketball games.” You whisper, a knowing smile on your features sd he helplessly stares at you, “All this time…you watched and even recorded his games. That’s why hearing his statistics didn’t surprise you.”

“H-How did you….” He mumbles, still not believing you found what he was desperate to hide.

“You’re Yoongi’s father.” You lightly laugh, placing it in his hands, “I assumed the apple and the tree wouldn’t be so far different from each other.”

His father silently stares at the disk, dejected. “I was curious….” He begins, “Curious to see what was so important about this blasted game that had my son going against my wishes.”

You smile, “He’s good at it, isn’t he?”

His father hums, “Very good. More than I could have imagined.”

“So why are you acting like he isn’t?” You question, painfully aware of what could have occurred in this office before you had arrived.

He sighs, “It’s complicated…”

“It shouldn’t be.” You softly say, “All it takes is for you to admit that what Yoongi did was right in the end…and that you’re proud of him.”

From the conversation you had with his mother, you can tell there much more to the story of his parents than Yoongi thought. Although you know this is something you know you can never expect from your own family, you don’t want Yoongi suffering through the same result because of his father’s stubbornness.

His father looks up from the disk and you encouragingly smile.

***

The last thing Yoongi expected when you returned, was seeing his father by your side.

He abruptly gets up his seat, his features harshly contorting and it only confirms to you that you ended up making the right call. His father doesn’t speak a word, simply sitting on the empty chair in the corner and beginning to grab some of the food spread out on a plate.

His presence causes a cascade of confusion, but then he utters words that have them all in surprise.

“When is your next game?” His father doesn’t move his gaze away from the table, but he catches Yoongi off guard completely, who can’t seem to muster any words for a response.

“We’re actually heading into nationals in these upcoming weeks.” You beam and his father hums as Yoongi avertedly glances at you.

You throw him a sincere smile, though you don’t think it’s helped with the shock he’s facing. Dinner passes by after a few more conversations, mainly from Junki who asks if he can attend the next one with Yoongi’s father as Yoongi remains paralyzed from the thought. You end up answering most of their inquiries, swiftly taking a hold of everything when you don’t want any of it to become too much for him.

As you prepare to leave at the front door, Yoongi’s mother smiles and requests for you to come again. You thank her for the hospitality and Junki shakes your hand with Yoonji throwing you an intrigued smirk. Yoongi stands to the side beside you during all this, his attention getting captured when his father steps forward.

“Stand up straight.” He sternly commands, “You can’t be slouching all the time if you’re playing basketball.”

The comment seems to throw Yoongi completely off, who merely scoffs and finally gives a reaction, “I am standing straight.”

His father hums, standing beside his wife when you lean down to put your shoes on. Yoongi lets you lean on him as you struggle, sending a smile in his family’s direction.

“It was great meeting all of you.”

“Come back soon.” His father states, “And don’t forget to bring him too.”

He points to Yoongi who rolls his eyes, opening the door to let you out. You step out and wave back, before the door completely closes.

You walk content beside Yoongi, “They all seem nice.”

Yoongi doesn’t answer you and you pause, wondering if something was wrong. You don’t pick on how he waits before the two of you are further away from his home, instantly spinning around before you almost walk into him.

He hugs you.

You blink, not expecting him to suddenly do that out of the blue, but the way he clings onto you tells you something else.

“I don’t know what you did or how you did it,” He mumbles, “b-but thank you…”

There’s a tender smile on your lips, patting his back soothingly the longer he hugs you. You pretend not to see the harsh trembles his back shutters through or the way he instinctively tightens his grip on you, simply left smiling and turning a blind eye.

The door is swung open when you enter, locking it behind you and Yoongi. The sound of footsteps alert both of you, a patch of fluffy hair poking out.

“Y/N, you’re back!” Taehyung exclaims, his eyes landing on Yoongi, “AHA! So you did visit Yoongi!”

You smile, having long changed out of your clothes, “Something like that. Is Jungkook doing okay?”

Taehyung grins, ushering you to follow him. He presses a finger to his lips, gesturing for you to be quiet.

When the door to Jungkook’s room opens, you see the following: Jungkook is sleeping underneath a mountain of blankets, bowls of porridge, empty water bottles and tissues placed next to the bed. Jimin is unconscious at the foot of his bed and Hoseok is passed out on the ground, resting his head on one of Jungkook’s pillows. Soyoung sits in the corner, a book in her hands and glasses perched on her nose.

“Oh,” She peers up, “You’re back.”

“What happened in here?” You question, shuffling over to Jungkook to plant your hand against his forehead. His temperature has exceedingly dropped, shifting into a more normal number compared to before. The movement causes him to stir though, eyes fluttering open.

“Y/N…?”

“Are you feeling better Jungkook?”

He nods and Soyoung helps him get up. The movement causes Jimin and Hoseok to stir too, all eyes landing on you.

“Seems like you all took good care of him.” You smile but then Jungkook coughs, head lulling against his pillow.

“You should have seen what happened here while you were gone. I almost thought I was going to die at one point.”

“If you ate all my porridge, it wouldn’t have been a problem!” Taehyung exclaims, earning a whine from Jungkook as you chuckle, “Oh by the way Y/N, Yoongi’s asleep.”

Taehyung points behind him to the couch and you catch a glimpse of his head resting against one of the couch handles.

“Yoongi?” Jungkook wonders and you hum, facing Taehyung.

“It’s fine, let him sleep.” You say with a faint smile, observing how his expression seemed a lot more content in comparison to this morning. “He’s had a really long day.”

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Finding Atlantis (part 13)

Genre: Action/Adventure, Enemies to Lovers, PirateAU

Description: 20 years ago the seas became angry. Unruly and unkind to any sailor, to any ship that dared venture too far out in her waters. Many a man has heard the tales of Atlantis, the lost city, the key the ocean. But fewer men know the tale of it’s missing child. The key to the ocean, the key to Atlantis but a lost little one. The power one would hold should they find this child would be nearly that of Poseidon himself. Thus, the hunt began.

A/N: oof this chapter is ...a bit emotional. I cried while writing this lmao i hope you all like it

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

“We need to find port soon. We’re running low on supplies.”

“I know. I’m not sure how much longer we have to keep sailing. I’m not sure how much longer we can keep sailing.” You frown down at the map on the table while Yixing fiddles with the compass next to you.

A week. It’s been a week since the last trial and a week since there has been a single sign that your crew is still on the right track. No new hints, no change in song, nothing.

Each day that passes places a heavier weight on your shoulders. Time is ticking by but there’s no way to know just how much time is left on your clock. On Junmyeon’s clock.

Your first mate has been out of it since Isla de Sirena. He barely comes above deck for anything that he isn’t directly summoned for. Everyone can sense the uneasiness in his attitude; can see it on his face. The disquiet in his mind is so loud that you can feel it just by being around him.

“Have you talked to him?” Yixing’s voice breaks you out of your worried thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Junmyeon. Have you talked to him?”

You shake your head at his words and trace an invisible line across the map from where you started to where you are now. A quick stroke of your finger across the paper that represents all that you’ve gone through this month. It’s almost funny to see all of your near death experiences, injuries, loss, and pain being reduced to a simple 2 second line made with your fingertip.

“I’m afraid to,” you finally admit. You tap your finger against the map and look up. “This is the first time I’ve seen him like this in years. The last time was around when the three of us first started trying to get him home, remember?”

The frown that rests on Yixing’s face deepens at your words. “Junmyeon just gets lost in his mind sometimes. It happened before and he recovered, so he'll be fine this time too.”

He’ll be fine this time too. But what if he won’t be?

You focus your eyes back to the table and the writing on the map. “Do you think it would be better if we just turned around? What if we just…stopped all of this? If we went back to the way things were before?” Yixing’s silence pushes you to continue on, to fight against the heaviness settling in the air. “Maybe Jun doesn’t even really want to go home. You saw how he reacted when we talked about his dad; he’s been depressed since the start of this so maybe going home isn’t the best thing for him-”

“Not the best thing for him? Or not the best thing for you?” Your mouth dries and you clench your jaw to keep from saying anything else. “Captain, I understand that you are worried and that this is…a big change, but you cannot honestly think that going back to normal is the best option. You know what is going on with the ocean, you know that he needs to go back; you know that he misses home and he was never meant to be with us forever. This was always going to happen. This ending has been written from the start.

“It would be best for you to accept that now before you lose your chance to really say goodbye to him.”

You laugh dryly. “Why are you making it sound like we’re never going to see him again after this?”

“Captain-”

“We’re going to take him home. He’s going to fix things there and then he’ll come back to us. Don’t-” you swallow hard “Don’t phrase it like we’re never going to see him again. He left Atlantis once, and he can do it again.”

You feel Yixing looking at you. Disappointed or concerned you aren’t sure.

Maybe a mix of both.

Yixing sighs out your name with enough heartbreak coating the sound to feel like a punch in your stomach. “I’m not going to let you sit here in denial. Junmyeon is going home, and the chance that we will ever see him again after this is very, very low. You need to accept that now while you still have time with him. He knows this. I know this. The crew knows this. You know this. Pretending that it won’t happen will only make it that much more painful.”

You clench your fists.

Yixing stands up from the table.

“Talk to him. Accept reality and get ready to move on. 7 years is a long time to spend together, but you can’t expect that he will just stay at your side for the rest of your lives.”

The door shuts softly behind him. You exhale a shaky breath and close your eyes.

This ending was written from the start.

Ending. You’ve ended plenty of things in your life; why does this one feel so hard to break off?

~~~

The crew cabins is a space that you tend to avoid. Not because you dislike going there, but you feel as though your crew deserves at least this space for themselves. You have your quarters and you allow people to enter and leave as they please, but you know that the cabins is the one space where they can escape from your presence.

But there are times when you have to invade that space.

Times like this.

“Junmyeon? Are you busy?”

Said man looks up from the book settled in his lap to catch your eyes, his wide with surprise.

“Oh, uh no I’m not busy. Am I needed for something above deck?” He starts to get up from his bunk.

“No!” Your hands raise in alarm to stop him before you realize it. “No no. I just…I wanted to talk to you, if you’re free?”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion before he nods and takes a final look at the book to remember where he’s leaving off. “Of course, but I’ve got to admit that you’re scaring me a bit,” he chuckles nervously before closing the book.

Cut straight to the chase. Cut straight to the chase. Cut straight to the chase.

“So uh, what are you reading?”

Idiot.

His eyelashes flutter from his quick, startled blinks. “You came here to ask me…what I’m reading?”

You try to smile reassuringly when you nod, but you know that your piss poor job of trying to convince him isn't going well.

He narrows his eyes and then sighs loudly. “Yixing talked to me two days ago.” You hold back a groan as he sits up. “I was wondering when you would finally stop being a chicken and come talk to me.”

Oh great. “Traitor,” you grumble to yourself. “Okay yeah fine. I’m not here about your book. I wanted to talk to you about-”

Junmyeon stands up suddenly and your words stall on your tongue.

“No…”

Horror. You hear the emotion clearly in his single word. Conversation forgotten, Junmyeon rushes away and you stare after him with fear settling thick in your veins. Junmyeon is never one to cut someone off when they’re talking to him. Even less so being someone to be suddenly stricken with an emotion so raw and dark as horror.

“Fuck!”

“Captain! Where’s the Captain?”

“What is going on?!”

The myriad of voices come muffled from above. You hear people running around and calling out for you; it snaps you into action. Sleeping bodies around you startle awake at the commotion from above combined with your frantic feet stomping through the cabin back to the main deck.

It’s deep into the night, a time when the sky would be its darkest if not for the light of the moon.

But it isn’t black. A sickly shade of green paints the sky around you; a sinister and alarming feeling surrounding you. It’s far too bright and the moon is nowhere to be seen. Something isn’t right.

You look around your ship in alarm.

Sehun is the first to take notice of your arrival amid the disorder.

“The water! Captain there is something wrong with the water!” There is something wrong with more than just the water. You can’t stop your eyes from taking in the unnatural color of the air around you. Sehun’s grip on your wrist is tight and damp from the fear seeping out of his body in the form of sweat. He pulls you over to the side of the ship where most of your men are looking down at the water around the vessel.

It’s black.

Dark like ink and eerily still.

“Are we still moving?”

“The ship won’t move. We have no wind and the water is still,” Yeri informs you, turning away from the water with wet eyes. “We’re stuck. We don’t know what’s going on!”

Junmyeon. “Where’s Jun-”

“The dinghies!” a boatswain shouts.

You whirl around to find Junmyeon fighting off three of your crewmen in an attempt to climb into one of the dinghies. You run over and push through all of the bodies to grab his shirt and pull with all the force in your body. You fall backwards with Junmyeon falling with a loud thud at your side.

He tries to get on his feet and you’re throwing yourself on top of him to pin him down before he has a moment to even get on his knees.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” you shout in his face.

You expect him to fight you to get up, but he doesn’t. If he wanted to he could easily wrestle himself out of your hold. He seems too calm all of a sudden.

“I have to go out there. I need to go out there,” he says softly, chest rising and falling heavily.

“Go out where Junmyeon? There’s nothing out there; are you fucking insane?” You’re pulled off the ground and off of Junmyeon and held tightly in someone’s arms to keep you from tackling him. You feel livid. “You see that water and the fucking sky. What in Posiedon’s name could possibly be going through your head for you to think taking a fucking small ass dinghy into the middle of that water alone is a good idea?”

What is wrong with him? Has he not learned anything during these trials? Does he not care about his safety? None of you have any idea what is out there. He doesn’t even know what’s out there.

You feel your eyes stinging from the tears building. You’re so angry at him.

You can’t lose him.

But he doesn’t even seem to care.

The arms around you squeeze you tighter and you hear your name being whispered calmly into your ear. “Hey, it’s okay. Calm down you’re shaking.”

You suddenly realize that you’re shaking so hard in anger that everyone is staring at you with concern for your wellbeing. Not at Junmyeon for trying to jump ship. Not the water for trapping your boat. Baekyun’s words do little to keep you from vibrating violently in his arms.

“Captain…this is it. I have to go out there,” Junmyeon’s voice is soft, placating as he tries to soothe you. As if you’re the one overreacting.

You shake your head and gasp in a short terrified breath. “You can’t. Y-You can’t go alone Junmyeon. What if something happens? What if you’re wrong and you go out there and get hurt?”

What if you’re right and this is goodbye?

His smile is sad.

“I know that I’m not wrong. This is it. This is the en-” You elbow your way out of Baekhyun’s arms so that you won’t have to hear the rest of Junmyeon’s sentence.

“I’m going with you,” you state. “I’m not letting you go out there alone.”

You know that you’re being illogical. That you’re being careless, but you aren't prepared for this. You won’t let it end like this, you can’t.

“I’m not sure that that’s a good idea-”

Junmyeon cuts Yixing off with a simple, “Alright.”

“You can’t be serious,” you hear Chanyeol mumble incredulously.

“Alright. Come with me,” Junmyeon says with more strength. Off the ground and two steps closer to you, Junmyeon holds out a hand for you to take. “We said we were going to finish this, right? One last adventure together. One last time trying to find Atlantis. If you want to come with me I won’t stop you. We’ll finish it together, Captain.”

He smiles warmly at you and your chest tightens in fondness. His hand hanging there in the air is a simple invitation to end the mission at his side. It’s what you want isn’t it?

Apprehension and doubt suddenly washes over you, but you can't stop yourself from taking the deciding step forward and grabbing his hand in yours. Together. You started this together and you’ll end it together.

You like the sound of that.

Someone chokes back a soft sob, but you keep from turning around. If you look back now you may regret your decision.

He squeezes your hand reassuringly and you take in a calming breath to slow your racing heart.

You could die if you go out there. You know it. There’s a chance that if you go out there with him he is taken back home and the ocean takes your life to protect the secrets beneath her surface. That his feeling is right and you’ll go out on the water and you’ll both be lost forever. For different reasons, in different states of life, but lost forever all the same.

Knowing that you don’t know what will happen, you still can’t get yourself to change your mind.

Minseok is the first to break the sudden stifling silence. “Fuck.” He throws his arms around the both of you to pull you into the tightest embrace you think you’ve ever been held in. “Be safe out there,” he murmurs to you both.

When he lets go of you, he turns to face only Junmyeon with a solemnity on his face that makes you feel ill. “It’s been an honor sailing with you, Prince Suho.” He smiles, crooked and gummy and just a bit too somber for your liking.

You let go of Junmyeon’s hand as all of your crewmen take it upon themselves to say their goodbye’s to the only first mate the ship has ever known. Hugs, kisses, tear-filled words of thanks and safe travels. You put some distance between yourself and it all.

After going to Junmyeon, Yeri turns to you. The tears in her eyes spill over, thicker than before, when she rushes you to pull you in a hug.

You hold in your own tears. “I’m not leaving for long you know?” You try to speak lightly, but her crying and grip on your shirt do not lessen.

You all know that it’s not certain what will happen; even less so if you will come back from your fool’s venture out on the water with him. Junmyeon’s permanent departure is guaranteed, yours isn’t yet determined.

When Yixing comes to you, you feel even more sick and doubtful of your decision to follow Junmyeon out on the black water. You wonder if the green light being cast across the sky hides the melancholy you’re sure shows on your face.

“The only reason I’m not going with you is because someone needs to have some common sense and stay and man the ship,” he says simply. “If you don’t come back, I will swim out there to bring you back just so that I can kill you myself.” You bark out a shocked laugh at his words and the tension on his face relaxes just minutely. His hug is firm, but the shaky exhale that he releases is soft. You wonder if you weren’t meant to hear it. You hug him back in reassurance.

“I’ll be back. I just…I have to say goodbye to Junmyeon. You were the one who told me to get ready to move on. When I see him off myself, when I see that he is safe, I’ll come back. I need this to say goodbye; I need you to be understanding. Please, Yixing.” He doesn’t speak more, only offering 2 solid pats on your back before pulling away to let you know that he’s heard you.

You pretend that you don’t see wetness in his eyes when he walks off to start bossing around whoever is willing to listen and distract him from the impending departure of his two closest crewmen.

Your crewmen don’t say goodbye to you, not individually, and for that you are thankful. You don’t think that you would be able to handle it if everyone acknowledged your voyage as a suicide mission.

The hesitation and sadness is there on their faces even as they refrain from taking you in their arms and saying what you all fear will be a permanent goodbye. The look in their eyes is enough.

Jongin cries audibly, curled in on himself, and squatting low to the ground after Junmyeon takes him in his arms and tells him to stay healthy and continue to live a happy life. Baekhyun and Kyungsoo rub his back in attempts to soothe him, and you accidentally catch Baekhyun’s eyes as he attempts to calm the younger. You aren’t sure what emotion you expected to see on his face, if any, but you least expected to see…rage.

The frown on his lips and the pull of his eyebrows as he rubs Jongin’s back while trying to communicate something to you wordlessly is too much for you to be able to understand given the situation, so you look away and back to Junmyeon who is still being swarmed by crying people.

Sehun says something that you can’t hear clearly, but you see Junmyeon laugh brightly before he throws his arms around the taller’s shoulders and falls into him for a hug.

You can’t bear to watch this all play out for any longer, so you take it upon yourself to climb into the dinghy and prepare for the trip rowing out towards nothingness. Busying yourself with ropes, you only barely acknowledge that the boat rocks with the added weight of another body.

“You wrapped up your goodbyes quickly,” you say with a smile, pulling at the rope in your hand to tighten it. “Are you ready to go-” you look up from the material in your palms to…not Junmyeon. “Baekhyun what are you doing?”

Yanking the ropes from your hands and then angrily tightening what you’ve already tightened, he doesn't immediately respond.

He finally stops and huffs, irate. “I’m going with you guys,” he says when he finally looks at you. You don’t even get beyond opening your mouth before he continues on. “As if you’re going to see Atlantis without me. This was part of our agreement remember? Appeasing my curiosity and making sure me and my men get our part of the reward money. If you go out there and die or get sucked into Atlantis and I don’t get any money, a chance to see Atlantis or the chance to kill you myself when this is over then the truce was for nothing.”

The reward money. You’d forgotten about all of that. You haven’t even thought about what happens next. If you make it back. If you don’t get the money. If you have nothing to show for this adventure outside of the hole that will be left in your heart.

“Right. The truce.” you mutter. How could you have forgotten that this was all temporary and as soon as Junmyeon is gone, you will also be losing men you’d begun to consider a real part of your crew. You’ll be losing…Baekhyun. There’s the potential that the two of you will go right back to being what you were from the very beginning.

Enemies.

You swallow down all of the emotion thickening in your throat.

He crosses his arms over his chest and looks away from you, frown still set in place. “And besides, who is going to make sure your dumbass actually makes it back safely?” His voice quiets. The frown melts into more of a pout. “I can’t just leave you to die.”

Your throat tightens further. “Baekhyun-”

“Baekhyun!” Jongin calls out, interrupting you. You and Baekhyun turn in his direction. “Please be safe. Please come back to us,” he says.

The smile that spreads across Baekhyun’s face is one full of adoration. “Of course. Who else is going to take care of you if I’m gone?”

A gross feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. You decide not to dwell on it.

“Junmyeon, are you ready to go?” you ask gently, just loud enough to catch his attention as he pulls away from a hug with Seulgi and Ten.

He nods and makes his way into the boat. He doesn’t seem the slightest bit confused or concerned with Baekhyun’s presence. You allow him to wave to your crew as you lower the dinghy to the unmoving inky water.

“Did you bring the compass?”

“Don’t need it. The song is telling me exactly which way to go,” Junmyeon replies to you. He places a hand over one of yours, and you clutch the oar tighter in your grip. “I can row. It’s okay, you’ve done enough. You can rest,” he says softly.

You let him pull the wood from your hands and watch his movements closely as he takes over, taking you all farther out to sea, farther away from your ship.

You sit in silence, just watching him and trying to commit him to memory. The softness of his eyes, the thickness of his brows, the smoothness of his skin and the slope of his nose. The way his lips purse in concentration as he rows and the mole that sits there right above them.

You recall every expression he’s ever made around you. The happy ones, the sad ones, the angry ones and the tired ones. The stupid jokes he would say and the way he would laugh at any reaction they would bring out of people, good or bad. The way he cared for your crew and your ship, and the way he cared for you.

When is the best time to say goodbye when you’ve pushed it off for so long? Right before you never see him again? When will that moment come? Do you have hours? Minutes? Seconds?

The world feels too still even with Junmyeon rowing and Baekhyun leaning over the side of the dinghy staring into the reflective black surface of the water for a sign of anything.

“Junmyeon…” you start. He huffs out a breath from the exertion of rowing for such a long time and pulls the oars in for a break. He looks at you with curious eyes. You feel Baekhyun’s eyes on you as well. What do you want to say? What can you say?

I want to thank you for all of the years you’ve spent with me. For the laughs and the adventures and the support you’ve given me. I don’t want you to go because I’m selfish but I know that I have to let you go. I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else and I’ll miss you.

I’ll miss you every day for the rest of my life.

I’ll love you every day for the rest of my life.

I hope to see you again someday. I pray this won’t be goodbye forever.

The words are there for you to take and verbalize. For you to get off your chest and out into the air. “I…I want to…” The first words get trapped in your throat and then die off soon after, when you notice something slowly crawling up Junmyeon’s neck.

“Junmyeon you’re turning blue…” you gape at him as bright stripes of blue appear on his skin, up his neck and across his cheek in delicate swirls and patterns.

“Holy shit,” Baekhyun gasps, eyes wide with fascination. The streaks crawl down his arms as well and you all stare as his skin is tattooed with the intricate glowing lines.

He holds up his hands to take a better look at the new additions to his skin. “This is new…”

“Your skin wasn’t like this before you left Atlantis?” Baekhyun asks.

Junmyeon shakes his head slowly and turns his hands over to examine them further. When he leans closer to the edge of the boat the designs glow brighter, more excitedly. The green sky shifts to a lavender. A gentler color, encouraging him to keep following his instincts.

“Should you…get in the water?” you whisper –fearful that your guess is incorrect and it will shift the atmosphere towards something dangerous.

You are only able to watch in frightened silence as he stares directly into the water, and then places both of his hands wrist deep into it without a moment of hesitation.

Ripples spread out abnormally far from where he breaks the tension of the obsidian surface, but he stays there with his hands still and a look of peace on his face. You look at Baekhyun nervously. He mouths a soundless, “Don’t look at me” with a helpless shrug.

When bubbles begin to rise beneath the little rowboat, terror grips you by your throat. You reach across the raft and grip Baekhyun’s wrist for some kind of comfort. Little bubbles quickly become larger and more aggressive. Junmyeon’s eyes close and the patterns on his skin glow even brighter as the bubbles grow in power. The boat rocks, glowing blue breaks through the black of the water from Junmyeon’s hands and surrounds the area just around the dinghy.

A circle of blue in a sea of black.

Your ears are filled with the most beautiful chorus of voices you’ve ever heard in your life. Soothing, warm, beckoning.

Like being welcomed home.

The return song of Atlantis, it has to be.

You and Baekhyun look at each other in wonder.

You can’t understand the language of the song, but the feeling it portrays is one of being caressed and greeted back home after years of being lost. Tears drip from Junmyeon’s closed eyes into the water below.

A smile graces his face. If even you and Baekhyun can feel this way, how must this feel to Junmyeon? How must it feel to be welcomed with such lovely song and feeling?

When Junmyeon’s eyes suddenly open, a faint blue illuminating his irises, the bubbles stop. The singing ceases.

And then the water opens up beneath you, and you’re engulfed by the ocean.

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Nick Amaro x Reader- Chapter 14

“How is she, what is going on!!” Nick was badgering the doctor with questions. Your entire team was there. Rafeal walked in just as the doctor was briefing on the severity of your injuries. “What’s the news?” Barba asked standing at Olivia’s side.

“Her vitals are stable for now but we need to..” All of a sudden the woman stopped talking. Her eyes closed for a second. “Doctor?” Carisi asked. When her eyes reopened they were all shocked at the golden hue now present. Barba was astonished.

“Nick.” The monotone voice of the nurse made everyone visibly freeze.

“What’s going on!” Barba demanded.

“There’s only one person who can…” the nurse smiled and Nick gasped. “(Y/N)?” the women nodded. “We don’t have a lot of time, come with me.” He didn’t question it. Everyone else in the room was stumped, especially Barba who was still trying to figure out what exactly was going on. He grabbed Olivia’s hand, halting her.

“Liv what the hell is-” Olivia took his hand.

“Barba just..I need you to trust me. Can you do that.” The look in his eyes was that of a very startled person. Yet, one look from Olivia made him want to believe in anything right now. So he did.

He placed his trust in the woman who often drove him mad, but usually had the best interest at heart. If she wasn’t affected by this, then he could find it in himself to have faith in her. There had to be an explanation behind it all. “Alright.” She smiled, still holding his hand as they walked down the hall. As they moved through the hospital, Nick was stunned that no one had stopped them yet.

There wasn’t a security or doctor in sight. When they got to a room, the doctor opened the door. The smell of sterilizers immediately caught their noses. Amanda covered her nose at the powerful scent. There was something else in the air. They all trailed in, one by one.

“We shouldn’t be back here, it's an operating room. “ Barba wasn’t wrong about that. It took them a while to notice the many bodies of what looked like doctors on the floor. There was also an alarming amount of blood. And someone sprawled out on the silver table. Amanda looked down a bit horrified.

“Don’t worry, they aren't dead, just unconscious. That’s why I brought you here.” They were still very much puzzled. When they finally recognized the figure on the operating table, troubled looks were present around the room. Nick's stomach dropped at the sight of the bloodied female. (Y/N)!!” He moved to your side briskly, careful to evade the unconscious doctors.

All he could see was blood..so much blood. Your skin was paler than he’d ever seen. Tubes attached to your body.

“W-Why do all this, they are trying to save you.” Carisi argued. The doctor shook her head.

“They can’t save me. Only my friends can. That’s why I need your help. They have the technology to assist me. If the doctors here tried to cut into me any further, they would have died. “ Olivia’s eyes widened at the information.

“W-What do you mean?”

“My powers are….when I’m unconscious I can’t keep it under my control. The last time I got hurt like this I...I almost blew up an entire hospital room. “ You could see the alarm behind their gazes.

”My DNA isn’t like anything they’ve ever dealt with. That’s why I need to get back to Central City. I’ve taken the consciousness of this woman because it was the only way for me to get to you. My friends can come here, but I need the cameras in this room to be disabled. Barry and Cisco can’t come through a breech unless they know its safe. Usually I would have taken them out myself but I’m already pushing my limits with just controlling this body. I can't navigate anymore of what’s left anywhere or I’ll lose her altogether. “

Carisi was starting to get the picture. “Alright. Amanda and I will deal with the computers. “ She nodded, following him out of the room.

Nick was still looking at the woman standing before him. He could see you..he knew it was you by the glow of your eyes. But the body wasn’t. His eyes drifted back to your bloodied form on the metal table. You looked down.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this Nick. I-I never wanted to hurt you. I really had no idea he would actually shoot. I thought I could have made it in time just to save that kid and..” he walked over placing his hand on your cheek. “It’s alright. You don’t have to explain. You have these powers, even if you could you would have been revealing yourself to all those kids. That would have been far worse if anyone else found out. We..people have a hard time dealing with things they don’t understand. “

Ain't that the truth.

“It's all well and good but would someone please explain to me what the hell is going on!” you could practically see the steam pouring out of Barba’s ears. He was confused, probably frightened. Anger must have been his defense mechanism. You stepped over to him, and he fought the urge to just bolt out of there. This random doctor was standing there looking at him with glowing eyes.

“I should have told you earlier, this wasn’t really how I imagined you’d find out about me.”

“Why are you talking to me like we’ve met before?” You just wore a small smile. “I promise when I get better I’ll explain everything. “

Barba was just left gaping. Olivia gripped his hand, bringing his focus back. “We all will.” she added.

Nick’s phone rang, causing him to jolt. He patted around his body, searching for the device. When he found it he pressed the button, answering.

“Yeah, you got it. Alright thanks.” He hung up the phone. “Carisi got the feeds down. You have about five minutes.” You nodded, closing your eyes again. You turned when the breach opened right behind you. Barba’ eyes were possibly the size of saucers now.

“Olivia is that a…”

“Just, don’t freak out.” she instructed. The statement was more for her than him. Three people jumped out of the blue swirling portal.

Nick recognized the two younger males, but the older one wearing a pair of glasses was a mystery to him.

“Hey guys.” you waved. Barry rushed over, pulling you into a hug. You returned it. He must have been thinking the same as you. If they couldn’t save you, this would possibly be the last time you saw each other.

“Allen, we have to hurry.” Harry advised. Barry pulled away. “Right, right. “ There wasn’t time for proper greetings, Nick understood that. So he helped when he saw the three of them disconnecting the tubes attached to you. Harry looked over at Nick in wonder. He didn’t miss the look of worry on the detective’s face.

When all the cords were gone, Harry hoisted your body into his arms. Barry looked on at the other people in the room. The look of awe in their eyes would have been comical, if not for the severity of the situation. The door opening behind them made everyone turn. Carisi and Amanda entered, freezing when they saw the very real portal.

“Wow..” Amanda mumbled. Carisi couldn’t utter actual words.

“You guys should get going. Those cameras will be on any minute. “ You spoke. Harry agreed, moving to the breach with Cisco and Barry.

Your eyes moved to Nick, who was looking at your form in the arms of Harry like it was the last time he would get to see you. Your hands raised to his cheeks, pulling his focus to you. Without words you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He closed his eyes. Even though you were in a different body, for a second with his eyes closed, he couldn’t tell the difference. He could almost smell your perfume. As if you were standing right next to him.

You pulled back slowly, opening your eyes. “I’ll be back. I promise Nick. “ You knew you shouldn’t have told him that, but you couldn’t help it. He looked so broken. It made you want to cry. Nick licked his lips. He reached down, hooking his hands around the back of your head and pulling you in for an intense kiss. It shocked you at first, but you matched his intensity, grabbing onto his shoulders to level yourself to his body. You weren’t sure how long the two of your were standing there kissing, but when Nick pulled back he was panting.

“Come back to me..” he whispered hoarsely. “I will.” He finally released you. His head raised watching as Barry, Cisco and Harry stepped into the breach, one by one. As soon as they were inside the portal disappeared. The doctor you were previously controlling collapsed and Nick reached out, grabbing her before she could fully tumble to the floor.

For a minute straight the room was unnaturally quiet.

“I need a drink.” Barba said, breaking the tension. Carisi smiled weakly.

“I think we all do.”

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years

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Saturday 28 April 1838: SH:7/ML/E/21/0085

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fine but dull morning F42° at 9 and breakfast in about ¾ hour and then had William Mallinson and paid him for spouts at Little marsh, and had Mr. Bollard a civil young man (Ironmonger) about his bill from last midsummer to xmas – told him to make it out again in 3 – for Northgate Shibden hall and Little marsh – all this took me till 10 5 – then off with A- to Landymere – she rode and I walked by her side as far as the Lodge, she then road forwards and I stood a few minutes with Mr. Gray and Robert Mann who had proposed making the 3 large oblong sandstones do the draw-wall – Mr. Gray sketched and Roberts’ idea, and we were all satisfied – ordered to be done – at Landymere by the old Northowram road in ½ hour – found A- and SW. and Mr. Bentley – SW set out 1200 yards 30 yards along the hollow at 27ft. from the fence x 40 up the hill (including the present quarry hole) at 4ft. from the fence

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between the Sutherlands’ and Mesdames Lancashire and Brook – Bentley to come on Monday at 4pm to sign the rough draft of the agreement – terms explained to him and SW. 1200 yards as above named at 8d. per ft. of good stone – 8ft. thick? or 9ft. at present? – but no matter if thicker or thinner paid for at 9d. – the whole to be paid for in 3 years by equal ½ yearly payments – or rather 400 yards per annum to be paid for – and 4 years allowed to get it in – Road to the new road to be £5 per annum whether in one place or other – SW. to come on Tuesday and the site of the road to be settled – SW. did not think the little hole Joseph Mann is sinking, too high up in the field – 8 yards deep at present and only got down to the Crooked stone – the same beds (there will be 2) as Mrs. Aspinalls’ and Mr. Listers’ – not Bentley’s bed – A- then rode off to Holcans wood, and I walked by Wester croft and David Booths’ and Hipperholme to Hove edge to Messrs. Naylor Heap and Goodyears’ Day-quarry – mined underground like coal coming out to the Day – Mr. Luke Goodyear there ready to receive me – very civil went with me into the 3 places the 7 men (4 + 2 + 1) were working in a tram-road made of a plank deal cut into 6 and an iron edge laid on it, that the fall of a stone might not break the iron – an ass in the tram road and where one of the mines met it at a right angles an ingenious sort of platform moving on a pivot that would turn the load round into the tram road without trouble – this quarry in working 7 or 8 years – some good stone, but had not paid yet – In Mr. Macaulay’s land – Aspinall had it before at 2/6 per yard – gave it up – 8 yards of baring – the present firm took the whole field allowance being made for a ruttle (12? or 15? yards wide) – bed of stone from 2 to 6ft. thick – now about 6ft. – would not pay if not worked in this way – costs £20 a year in timber to support the roof – noticed a curious sort of white arbores cent moult-like moss or mould ramifying in places on the dark raggy or hard scaly roof – would be better for underground working if more baring – the bed of stone here is 4 yards I think he said above my bed in yew trees wood quarry – he walked with me across the Hove edge road into McAulays’ wood looking down up Southolme and at the style at the bottom of the steep past of the footpath shewed me my own bed at the bottom of a quarry hole there (close on the left going down) and his bed at the top of this hole – some talk about Mr. Richard Pollards’ stone – he had offered it to Messrs. Naylor and c° - they ought to have 500 yards at 1/. per yard, and then 2/. per yard as much as it was worth – thought of baring might be taken to A-‘s Hipperholme Lane ends quarry – would look again – I said I knew other people were thinking of the stone – mentioned my plan of laying a baring so as to make a road from A-‘s quarry mentioned also its being said in Hardcastles’ presence and mine that a road thro’ the wood would be worth more than £5 a year – (alluding in my own mind to SW’s valuation on pay Hardcastle for the damages done to his field in walling) – I had been perhaps ½ hour or nearly at the quarry – gave the 1st 4 men 2/. as a footing and the 2nd pair 1/. and of the last took no notice – arrived at the quarry about one or a little after and it was about 2 when I parted with Mr. Goodyear in Mr. Macaulays’ wood just above Mr. Sowdens’ when I saw my way clearly before me – then to Southolme – found Abraham Hemingway in his barn – went with him to see the piece (close up to Mr. Thomsons’ land) of ground proposed being given by Mr. Naylor for the bit to be taken at the bottom of his wood and top of my field to [found] his bur wall upon – Abraham thought 2 yards x 30 would be wanted – Mr. Naylor soon came to us – a very civil well mannered neat tidy looking middle aged man who was so civil and apparently anxious to do what was right and liberal that we agreed at once – but Abraham set a corner = 15x15 yards = 225 yards – the ground to be given very much more valuable certainly than that to be taken – Mr. N- agreed to give 60 yards of his against 60 yards of mine – if more wanted, I agreed to pay a [on?] consideration – SW. to measure and value and anyone else Mr. N- chose – then viewed the place where ground was wanted – told Mr. N- he should have what he wanted to make a good job – of course he would take as little as he could for his own sake as well as mine – but if he had occasion to take 2 good ash trees standing in my fence, these must be valued and placed to the account of the superior value of his land to that of mine – N- said he could give no writing – but there would be no trouble – all parties agreeable – the trustee Mr. Brook and all – and on the death of their wives, the estate must come into the market, and I should have no trouble – I said I had no fear about that – for Mr. SW. would measure and lay all down on the estate plan, and if Mr. N-‘s party should claim back from me, I should do the same from them and they might be glad to be quiet – or equity would settle the matter for us – Mr. N- expressed himself very much obliged – repeated it several times – said nobody could have behaved more handsomely – I merely said he might sometime have some opportunity of obliging me – sure he should not be slow to do it – he then mentioned Mr. Richard Pollards’ stone – Repeated the substance of all I had said to Mr. Goodyear N- thought the stone not worth more than 2/. a yard – said I had thrown a new light upon it – not aware anybody else was after the stone – mentioned no names but said other people had named it to me – mentioned also (which I had not named to Mr. Goodyear) my paying Mr. Pollard 1/. per yard for 40 yards and Simeon Shaw the tenant also 1/. per yard to keep me safe from the entrance in Mr. Pollards’ note that he must make the hole into the ground again – N- said RP. could give more title beyond his own life – but said I, his brother might sign also – it would be or might be made his interest to do so, and then all would be safe – mentioned also that I should like to have some of the ground after it was quarried and had named offering 2d. per yard to Mr. Goodyear – Mr. N- and I parted the best possible friends – he would see me again about the quarry – said I should be glad to see him at SH. then with Abraham Hemingway – mentioned Gill that I had seen this morning in the road [?] on this side of David Booths’ driving out of Goodyear’s cart – the man said he was cousin to Abraham H- and had married his daughter and wanted to take the Godley paddock – no! that impossible – could not do without it myself – he stood talking thought of setting up cart and horse of his own, and wanted a field – said I would think about it – that is, remember him if anything likely fell out – as he was so connected,

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I would mention to him to Miss Walker – but if he heard no more of it, he must conclude that we had neither of us anything to suit him – Inquired his character of Abraham H- it seems A- had nothing against him – a very good husband and respectable man, but 14 or 15 years older than his wife, and had as it were stolen her away, her parents being against the match – took her away in the night time – and it was clear Abraham had not forgiven this – said it was well to let them do for themselves – would not do much for them – the ash tree Abraham cut down a very good one – gave him all but about 6 or 8 ft. long of the thick part – this would cut into 4 capital axels – 2 for a large cart 2 for a smaller one said Abraham must keep this piece for me for about a year to season, and then I should not forget it, but perhaps get him to get it cut up for me and I should then bring it away – then stood talking to Abraham about the expense and profit of keeping horses – Abraham said they paid very little or sometimes not at all – for if he lost a horse or any accident happened it was long before this was recovered – Luke Goodyear said he had lost £40 last year – lost a horse worth £30 – Abraham owned he bought in his horses at under £30 on the average – but a good horse worth £30 now - £5 out of £30 down now than they would be 3 or 4 months hence – Abraham Haighs’ light bay that I have thought of worth £30 – 4 off – will grow – 15 ½ hands now – I said well! but he (Abraham) got his farming in (that ishis farm work done) into the bargain – yes! he said this was his profit – he gets his corn (3ds. [?] meal and oats) of Mr. Brook of Brighouse – calculates a horse to eat of this 8/. per week and 1 ½ st. of hay a day 1/. = 7/. per week – would not pay at all if he (Abraham) himself did not go with his horse to the delf – has seven horses – said I inquired because I thought of carting my own coal, or it would not pay –

calculates Abrahams’ horses at each 8/. + 7/. = 15/. per week and per pair 30/. + mans’ wages 15/. + wear and tear and blacksmiths bills etc. 5/. = total £2.10.0 per pair [co.]! I can manage it I think – sauntered home along the brook all the way by pinnel bridge and Dumb mill ditto to Mitham mill and home by Listerwick (the trenching in progress in Jonathan Mallinsons’ field) about 4 ½ - found A- dressing – ¼ hour with her – and she rode off to Cliff hill at 4 ¾ - had told Oddy of going with us to London – O- much pleased – promised to keep the secret till Monday – I not to go to church tomorrow but stay at home and get ready – wrote the whole of the above of today till now 6 ¼ - having just paid (per Robert Norton) George Naylors’ sawyers bill for larch rails and boards sawing – and now going down to pay Stephen Scholefield – wrote letters – had George Naylor (wright) and the 2 Manns and the gardener and paid Mr. Harper of the Stump X Inn the supper bill of 16th ultimo for Booths’ men all who had worked here – 21 of them – Paid Robert Mann, and gave Joseph £50 in a/c – had not time to settle with him and still had not done till after 8 – dinner at 8 10 – and had coffee with Mr. Gray in the dining and came upstairs at 10 pm paid Oddy her little bill she had paid for bran – at accounts and memoranda till 1 25 tonight fine but dull day or very little sun – much warmer than yesterday – not so much cold east wind – calm – F35° at 11 pm it was 7pm or after before I had despatched Sam booth with the letter bag containing my letter to ‘Messrs. Hammersley and c° Bankers London post paid’ asking them to get my passport visaed, it being my intention to embark in London for Antwerp tomorrow week and proceed thence by Brussels to Paris taking with me my niece Miss Walker and 2 servants (Susan Oddy and George Wood) – letter also to ‘Messrs. Pearce and Baxter coach-makers Longacre London Post paid’ expect being in London on Thursday evening next and immediately on arriving will send them the carriage to be examined and made ready for embarking on the following Sunday – shall be much obliged if they can provide me a neat clean chariot and good horses to do about town on Friday and Saturday’ – letter also to ‘Mrs. Hawkins 26 Dover street London Post paid’ expect being in London on Thursday evening to dinner – shall be glad if Mrs. Hawkins can take me in for 2 or 3 days – if not, much obliged to her to take me an apartment in the nearest comfortable family hotel – (myself Miss Walker and 2 servants as usual)

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sad-boy-mono · 4 years

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High School Casualties

Chapter 4/?

Word Count- 2,048

Master post with Ao3 link

Shayne walk out of the nurses office, holding the yellow slip of paper in his hand, flicking it a few times as he walked. Normally he’d be excited for PE, but now he couldn’t help but worry about his friend.

Damien's probably fine. No, Damien is fine. What would even cause him not to be fine? The nurse is a murderer? No. The school would know that they hired a murderer, so I doubt that’s the case. What am I talking about? God, Shayne you’re dumb. Just really fucking stupid. Damien’s fine, he will be fine and you’re just overreacting. Shayne though, scoffing to himself.

He was just worried, that’s all.

After making a quick stop at his own locker to drop off his backpack, he went straight to the boys locker room.

Shayne pulled open the heavy door, and made his way in the room. After fiddling with the combination for a moment, he pulled open the small locker and grabbed his gym clothes (a pair of basket ball shorts and a yellow-orange shirt with a logo from that summer camp he went to). Shayne took his phone out of his pocket to place it on the bench and began getting changed.

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After pulling his shoes back on, Shayne took a quick glance at his phone. He had a new message.

Damien

Not dead gonna nap :) See you at lunch probably

See he’s fine you idiot

Shayne

Ok see you then :)

He put his phone into his locker along with his other clothes then ran to the gym.

As soon as Shayne walked in he was greeted by Mr. Moss who was standing near the door.

“Ah, Shayne! You’re not dead, that’s good.” The gym teacher nodded.

“Uh- Yeah, thanks Coach, also I have this,” Shayne said awkwardly, handing over the hall pass.

“Oh perfect, I’ll just take that then-” He took the pass and put it in his pocket. “-thank you! Now we’re playing dodgeball today, you can be on that team over there, with Tommy.”

Shayne nodded and walked to the other side of the gym and Coach Moss walked into his office. There were a few kids that were already out on both teams, sitting on the bleachers.

As soon as Shayne joined the game, he caught a ball that was thrown at him. After celebrating to himself, he threw the ball back. Barely missing a kid and making a loud smack as it hit the wall.

The other team had about 3 out of the 14 people out and that number was going up. Because almost every ball they threw was caught by Shayne.

Shayne had no time to throw, he was to preoccupied with trying to not get a ball to the face. Or any other part of him, but mostly his face. But once the main throwers on the other team out, he had his chance. He grabbed a ball off the ground and looked for a target.

He surveyed the team. There were 5 people still in. 2 of which were standing near the door, and the other 3 spread out across their respective side of the gym. Eying the lone 3 players, he quickly came to a decision. Shayne aimed for a thin, lanky boy standing a couple yards away from the wall. And with a new found burst of strength, threw the ball.

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Oh god what did I do?

The kid flew back.

FUCK

Like someone kicked him square in the chest.

I didn’t think that would happen!

His body slammed into the wall.

How the fuck did that happen?!

His head whipping back with the same amount of force.

Oh god is he bleeding?

It was like he bounced off the wall.

He was so far away from the wall!

Falling to the floor.

How did he-

Unconscious.

I didn’t even throw the ball that hard!

Barley moving.

Oh god he’s gonna hate me.

Shayne barley knew him.

Everyone’s gonna hate me!

But soon, everyone would know him.

But it was an accident!

And blame Shayne for everything that had happened.

FUCK HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!

But was it his fault?

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Shayne stood there in shock, the screaming kids around him being drown out by his own racing thoughts.

The first thing he thought to do was run. Run to make sure he was ok. Run to make sure there wasn’t really blood. Run to be the hero.

But also to run away. Run away from any consequences that would fall upon him. Run away from the judgment.

Before he even fully decided, his legs ran to the other side of the gym. His mind still racing as he knelt down by him and look at the ground. There was no blood. Only the red lines on the ground that dictated the boundaries of the basketball court playing tricks on him. But he also saw the boys chest rise and fall with shallow and spaced out breathes.

Shayne sighed with little relief. He still didn’t know whether or not he was going to be okay. But the fact that the floor was clean of blood and the guy was breathing made him feel a little better. But only a little.

"What’s going on!?” Shayne whipped around to see, a very distraught looking, Mr. Moss running out of his office.

He pushed through the crowd of kids that had formed around Shayne and after seeing the scene, immediately knelt down as well.

He muttered under his breath before asking “Has someone called 9-1-1?”

No one answered.

“Taking that as a no!” The coach pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed up the number.

Shayne only heard bits and pieces of the conversation, his mind fixated on the sight before him. He was pulled out of the trance when he heard his teacher yell out to the class.

“Can someone explain what happened?” The coach asked, his phone held towards his chest.

“-threw the ball-”

“-like he was THROWN-”

“-hit the wall-”

“-the whole room shook-”

“OK ONE AT A GODDAMN TIME!” He yelled out to the overlapping crowd, making them go silent. “Much better, now can ONE person explain to me what happened?”

“It was Shayne! He did it!” A kid blurted from the back of the crowd.

Mr. Moss shot him an angry glance before turning to Shayne.

“Shayne, can you tell me what happened?” The man asked, any trace of anger that was in his voice had left.

“I- h-he was s-standing away from the wall when I-I threw it and then he- when it h-hit him h-he flew back a-and hit the wall and f-fell to the g-ground-I-I’m sorry I didn’t know that would happen I didn’t know I’m sorry I’m so sorry-”

“Shayne! Bud! Calm down! Take a deep breathe!” The teacher said, cutting off Shayne’s panicked explanation. “You’re gonna be fine.”

The man put the phone back up to his ear and began repeating what Shayne had told him, but in a much more organized manner. He didn’t get everything exactly right, but he didn’t have a lot to work with.

Shayne could feel the eyes on him. Judging him. Whispering to one-another. He would never live this down. No one would let him. For the rest of his high school career, this incident would follow him. He would be known for this.

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Shayne didn’t notice the group of paramedics come in. His mind to deep in itself to truly comprehend anything other than what was right in front of him; the barley moving body of his classmate.

At some point the class was told to go to the locker rooms and wait. Except Shayne. Shayne was told to sit on the bleachers until they needed him. Shayne panicked when they said that. He thought he was going to get arrested and they were just waiting for the police. But after some time, the kid was in the ambulance and on his way to the hospital when a paramedic came up to Shayne.

“A-am I in trouble? Because I-I swear it was an accident I didn’t k-know that would happen- I didn’t know he would fly back like that I-”

“Woah, kid, you’re not in any trouble.” The paramedic sat down next to Shayne and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We just need to know what we’re working with. We were given a vague description on what happened, and something a bit more detailed than ‘he fell and hit his head on the wall’ would really help out.”

“W-well shouldn’t you be helping him? Talking to me isn’t going to d-do anything!” Shayne snapped.

“Well he’s being taken care of by my team. He’s in good hands.” They explained “And normally we have a bit more detail on situations like these. So you telling us what happened would help a lot.”

Shayne opened his mouth before quickly closing it, then nodded. He explain what happened. Voice still shaky and stuttering, but more collected than before.

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“Now when you say he flew back, what do you mean by that?”

“I-it was like he was kicked in the chest. Or like something from a movie. I- I don’t know, it... I don’t know. I just remember him like, bouncing off the wall and t-then hitting the floor.” Shayne explained. Voice wavering as he did.

“Ok, well that’s all I need. Thank you kid.” The paramedic stood up off the bleachers, but quickly turned to Shayne.

“Also, I know probably should’ve started by saying this, but you’re friend is going to be ok. I’ve seen worse things happened and the person still survived.” They said and quickly walked away.

Yeah that would’ve been nice to hear.

Shayne sat there in silence, hugging his arms and looking at the ground. His head was empty, he didn’t know what to think right now. He wasn’t worried about the possible death of his classmate anymore. He was to in shock to think about what people would think of him. So he just sat there, empty.

“Hey, Shayne?” The boy jumped, pulled away from his empty head by the sound of his concerned teacher. “You can head out, you know that right?”

“Oh shit sorry, yeah.” Shayne stood up and began shuffling to the door.

“And Shayne before you leave you might need this.” Coach Moss handed another hallpass to Shayne, this time it was red.

“Oh thanks,” Shayne pocketed the slip.

“One last thing,” The coach wrapped an arm around Shayne’s slumped shoulder. “You’re gonna be fine. I doubt you’re feeling to good about yourself after what just happened. But I can assure you you’re going to be fine. So is Eric.”

Oh so his name is Eric. Good to know.

“Oh- um, thanks, Mr. Moss.” Shayne said, nodding with a less tension in his shoulders.

“Ah don’t sweat it kid, now go get changed! Head to your next class!” The teacher said, patting Shayne’s shoulder then removing his arm from it.

Shayne smiled and thanked him then made his way back to the locker room.

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As Shayne approached his locker, he heard his phone ringing. Confused, he opened up his locker and picked up his phone. It was Damien.

“Hello?”

“Oh thank god!”

“Damien are you okay, did something happen?”

“I should be asking you that!”

“Wh-I- What?”

“Ok this is gonna sound really weird, but did something happen to you during PE?”

“How did you- what do you mean?”

“I swear to god that when I was sleeping I heard you. Maybe it was just a dream but you sounded freaked out. Like- like someone was hurt!”

Shayne was silent, he didn’t know how to respond.

“Shayne? You there?”

“Y-yeah uh, how did you hear about that? Did the news spread that quickly?”

“What do you mean, what news?”

“I-” Shayne paused ”I’ll explain at lunch.”

“What do you mean? Explain what? Dude what happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I gotta go.”

“SHAYNE WAIT-”

Shayne hung up his phone, and placed it on the bench. He sat down next to it and took a deep breath. He heard his phone ring again, but chose to ignore it and changed out of his gym clothes.

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Fic Masterlist

Series:

Leather and Lace- Rating: T Word Count: 7,849 Summary: Adrienette, No Magic Au, Tattoo Parlour/Flower Shop AU, 2 works Nearly every day, Marinette left her shop for what he assumed was her lunch break just after Adrien opened, the first few times he saw her were coincidence, but every time she passed she never failed to aim a cheerful wave and smile in his direction-and stop to flirt with Plagg. Without even really noticing it, Adrien stopped taking clients right when he opened, and started getting ready earlier, just so he could make sure he was casually lounging in his lobby when Marinette passed every day. Pathetic? Maybe. Chloe certainly thought so. This had continued for months now, and Adrien still couldn’t pull himself together enough to actually go talk to her, but honestly, the glowing smile she gave him every day through the window was the highlight of his day. Of course, the following minutes where she talked with his cat and showered the goblin with attention was the most irritating part of his day.

A Drunk Chat’s Words- Rating: M Word Count: 6,325 Summary: Marichat, Drunk!Chat Noir/Hungover!Chat Noir, 2 works “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever been blessed to lay my eyes upon,” the voice was cooing, a bit unsteadily, if she was honest, not that it soothed her nerves that much. “Just a perfect little kitty, aren’t you? You’re so good. Your tiny paws? Spectacular. Your adorably pink nose? 10/10 would boop…” The voice continued but Marinette stopped focusing on the words, too focused on the suspiciously familiar cadence prompting her to creep back into the living room, where she was greeted by the sight of her superhero partner crouched on all fours on her balcony. Worst of all, he seemed to be engaged in a rather emotional discussion with her cat.

Multichapter:

Just a Shadow of Myself- Rating: T Word Count: 13528 Summary: Marichat, Adrienette, Ladrien, Ladynoir, Soulmate AU, Shadow Swap 23:55 p.m. Five more minutes until Marinette’s 16th birthday chimed. If she was lucky enough to be the younger half of her soulmate pair then her shadow would switch with her soulmate’s until they met, and slowly fade back to her own over time. The way she figured, with all of Ladybug’s luck she would be the younger one, which meant in five minutes she’d be on the start of her journey towards her soulmate.

Oneshots:

Resonance- Rating:T Word Count: 1495 Summary: Ladynoir, Soul Eater AU If someone had told her a few months ago that she’d be moonlighting as a superhero meister with an overly flirtatious tomcat as her partner, trying to take down what could only be called a supervillain-who despite having failed to defeat them 78 out of 78 times, apparently was so consumed by his own hubris and self confidence that he refused to back down- Ladybug would laughed until she cried. But here she was, 14 year reigning champ of the clumsiest girl alive, going toe to toe with a terrorist on the biweekly, resonating with her partner to a mind blowing magnitude. Ladybug’s belief was that the Miraculous amplified both their ability to resonate, as well as the power of their individual souls. Chat liked to insist that it was because they were partners, destined to be a perfect match-infuriatingly charismatic, as always. Tikki had suggested it might be some of both. In any case, Ladybug didn’t know if she could ever have another partnership compare to this one.

Excuse me, sir- Is this your cat?-

Rating: G Word Count: 1875 Summary: Adrienette, No Magic AU, Cat!Plagg, Dog!Tikki Marinette ran her fingers through her hair in exasperation, making direct, challenging eye contact with him. Seconds passed in silence. She blinked first. The cat seemed smug. Or as smug as a cat who theoretically didn't have more cognitive understanding than a three year old could. Stomping her foot in an indignant and almost childish manner, Marinette scowled, “Look Mr. Noir,” she didn’t think he liked the name very much but she couldn’t just call him Cat, “We need to go to the pet store to try and find your owner.”

The Trials and Tribulations of Adrien Agreste, RA Extraordinaire- Rating: T Word Count: 1595 Summary: Adrienette, College AU, No Magic AU Adrien was beginning to regret his decision to spend the day walking the dorm and introducing himself to as many residents as possible. It had seemed like such a solid plan when he’d finished moving in early and found himself with nothing to do. He was the new RA and he’d felt it would be good to have as many residents know him and what he looks like as soon as possible. Oh how wrong he had been. 2 floors, 3 hours, and 14 phone numbers later, he still had another 2 floors to go, and if Adrien heard one more too high squeal about how glad someone was that such a nice sweet guy like him was the new RA, he would dive out the nearest window.

I just came here for the drugs (so stop your faking)- Rating: T Word Count: 4951 Summary: Adrienette, Sick!Drugged!Adrien “Hey, can you hold this?” Adrien asked, passing her his bag before she could respond. While she held it, blinking vacantly, he dug inside until he unearthed a massive bottle of Nyquil. He set the bottle on the desk and reclaimed his bag, tucking it away before fiddling with the cap of the bottle. Seconds passed as he struggled, seemingly unperturbed by his lack of success. All the while, Marinette was beginning to twitch with the effort to not do it for him. Just as she was about to snatch it from him, the cap came off and he hummed victoriously. Then Adrien lifted the bottle to his lips and tipped it back, chugging long enough to make her concerned. “I don’t think that’s how you’re supposed to take it,” Marinette breathed, not sure what else to say when he’d just taken a quarter of a bottle of Nyquil like he was hoping he wouldn’t wake up ever again. --- Adrien has the sniffles and makes the incorrect assumption that tripling his dose of Nyquil will triple the effects. It doesn't. Oh, and he and Marinette are supposed to be doing a project together.

WIPs:

3 is a Magic Number- Rating: T Word Count: 3818 Summary: Ladynoir, Adrienette, Polyfic (but it’s a surprise), Soulmate AU, Red Strings of Fate AU, 1/2 Chapters She took a deep breath and forced her eyes open, first noting Chat frozen in front of her and then quickly turning to her notes to scribble down what she’d noticed so far. Marinette’s fingers tingled with restless energy, and she underscored ‘possible addictive properties’. “Chat? Status update.” The boy sputtered to life behind her, stammering a series of disjointed not-quite-words and landing on, “Uh, this?” Marinette rolled her eyes, “Ten points to Hufflepuff for clarity and precision,” She reached up to brush away her bangs with her other hand, something red drifting into her periphery. “What the hell?” Shooting up, she spun to face her partner, holding her hand up in front of her face. Two neat bows of red string were tied around her pinky, loose ends from each drifting down and away from her. One spanned the short distance between herself and Chat, nearly taut and almost glowing, a low hum emanating from it. The other tumbled to the floor, loops tangling with another string that she chased back up to Chat’s finger, the pair stretching out the window and into Paris. --- Alternatively, a day testing recipes from the grimoire��takes a sharp twist of fate

Smoke and Mirrors- Rating: M Word Count: 14385 Summary: Marichat, Ladynoir, Double Akumatization, 9/? Chapters White glinted in the light cast by the door, and Marinette's blue eyes met a colder but equally anxious gaze. Her blood froze in her veins, a strangled whimper escaped her throat unbidden as she was thrust full force into the memory of the last time she'd seen those eyes. Of a broken lonely boy in an empty world and feeling herself dissolve into ash and slip between her own fingers. A fear stronger than any she'd felt facing an akuma clutched her heart in it's grasp, and Marinette realized her cheeks were wet.

love is a bloom, nurtured by my tears(and choked by my sorrows)- Rating: M Word Count: 20051 Summary: Marichat, Coffee Shop AU, Kwamiswap, 5/? Chapters Marinette loved her partner, no question. But at some point in six years, she’d stopped feeling it. She’d stopped feeling anything. And she called love a scam enough times that she actually believed it. So every night, patrol or not, Marinette would go to bed by 1:00 a.m., to get enough sleep for the next day. Every day of her life, she’d scheduled down to the minute. An endless routine that she lived for years, carefully designed to make sure that her life was so full of work and responsibilities and alarms, that maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t notice how empty it was.

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