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what happens in madrid… [1/2]

pairing: jude bellingham x black oc (naomi sinclair) summary: what happens in madrid… warnings: none. tags: @emjayewrites @cocobutterqwueen @neeville @neewrites @cosmic-parker + anyone else who likes football fics? let me know if you want to be added! an: when I tell you this took me forever…I truly hope you like my delusions put into a fic 🩵 and this gif!!!

part two: …stays in madrid

“Let me take you out. Make your trip one to remember.”

Naomi considered herself a smart woman. University-educated with street smarts that were more profound than a person would assume for her age. She intentionally thought through every scenario; understanding that everything she said, thought, and did came with a consequence.

She didn’t know what it would take to see a six-foot man with caramel skin and chocolate brown eyes approaching her at a local restaurant and boldly attempting to woo her, to let go of all her inhibitions and throw her common sense out the window. She knew him, yes, but she didn’t know him. Hell, he could kill her within the next five minutes.

Did it phase her? No. For once, she let her curiosity outweigh her logical mind and fell victim to his gleaming smile and charming nature. She was on vacation, she tried to reason the best she could. On vacation and being pursued by a fine young man who insisted she have a good time during her stay. So, she pushed her hair over her shoulder and gave him a smile that raised his eyebrows in interest. “Pick me up from here tomorrow.”

“Well aren’t you beautiful,” he complimented as she walked toward his vehicle, dark and brooding, much unlike the man he’d presented himself as. His comment had her lips curling upward to a smile. She thanked him, accepted the kiss on her cheek, and tried not to fold when he guided her to the passenger’s seat.

“Thank you,” Naomi replied after some time. “You are dually handsome, sir.” And that was a fact. She appreciated his subtle approach to fashion. Everything he wore was high-end, that was evident, but it wasn’t flashy. His aura and confidence spoke for him. He wore the black button-down and matching short set with an easy confidence. The dark sunglasses over his eyes completed the look, only emphasizing her thoughts.

Jude smiled and proceeded to drive out of the hotel lot. They engaged in small conversation, picking up from where they left off the previous night. They were different but had a lot in common. She, too, was the oldest of two, save she had a sister rather than a brother. Unlike her, her sister didn’t take an interest in football, rather participated in cheerleading and went to university on a cheer scholarship.

“That’s amazing,” Jude commented genuinely. “She graduated right?”

Naomi shook her head. “Not yet; she’s still got time. She’s a first-year, but she’s already planning her graduation trip. She wants to go to England.” His ears perked up and a sly smile crept on his lips. She rolled her eyes playfully but accepted his proposal to share places she should visit whenever her sister went to England.

“You know,” Jude spoke minutes later as he guided her out of the vehicle. She took his extended hand and thanked him, straightening her thigh-length skirt. “I don’t hear Spain as a place for solo travel often. What prompted that?”

Her response was delayed by her infatuation with the sights above her. They were outside of a museum. Not just any museum, but the National Archaeological Museum. She was inwardly awed. He took note of her love for history and art and took her to the museum. She could kiss him right then and there.

“Glad you took my advice and wore comfortable shoes.” They both glanced at her New Balance sneakers that complimented her neutral-toned outfit. She wore a gray cropped top, knee-length distressed shorts, and a white fitted cap to match. “We’ll be out for a while. I know a good lunch place not too far away if you want to go later.”

Naomi smiled. “Looking forward to it.”

“Oh, it’s so beautiful!’ Naomi refrained from touching the meticulously handcrafted bust in front of her. Her eyes gleamed with wonder and adoration. She adored museums. They were where art and history kissed and refused to gasp for air. There was nothing like it.

From behind her, Jude nodded slowly, not paying much attention to the busts, but rather her child-like excitement and sun-like glow. He could have cursed himself for doing all of this for a woman he’d met less than 36 hours before, but the feeling deep within him outweighed the logic his brain tried to present him with.

A pretty woman whom he just happened to speak to at dinner had agreed to let him take her around Madrid for vacation. Just as he did, she’d taken such a liking to him that she agreed to spend time with him until she left ten days later. He had ten days to be in her presence and he’d been damned if he let his mind ruin it.

“Yeah,” Jude spoke up after some time, his eyes following her. “Very beautiful.”

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“So, do you plan on returning to Madrid in the future?” Jude asked as they walked in a local park, hand in hand. Naomi tilted her head to the sky and swung their hands together. “Or was this a one-time trip?”

“I’ll be back. Especially if I have a reason to return.” She turned her head to meet his eyes, which were already awaiting hers. She saw something within them--excitement, interest, and desire. It made her stomach clench and her face grow warm. “So, hopefully, I will.”

The wheels began to turn in his mind. She’d be gone in ten days. He’d go on break in fourteen days. Would he be insane to try and get to know a woman who was nowhere near Madrid? Maybe. But, who doesn't like a little crazy?

After some time, Jude spoke up, “I’d like to think you will.”

Her eyes twinkled. She said nothing after that but the step she took closer to his body said more words than her mouth could and he accepted it gratefully.

“You can come in if you’d like,” Naomi said shyly as they stood outside the door of her hotel. Her fingers fondled her braids as she awaited his response.

Jude’s lips spread in a content smile as he nodded. “I appreciate that. Give me some time to shower and I’ll be back.”

Naomi grinned like a kid in the candy shop. They exchanged their goodbyes and she was left to freshen up and keep her mind occupied as she waited for his arrival.

Shortly after her shower, she got a phone call from Adya, whose face was filled with interest as she immediately asked, “Who is he?”

Naomi chuckled, “Well hello to you, too. And to answer your question, he’s a nice guy I befriended at dinner one day. Just showing me around the city. And before you call me a dumbass, yes I know it was dangerous.”

“As long as you know,” Adya shrugged. She then smiled softly. “Is he treating you nicely at least? Not a total creep?”

Naomi nodded. Jude was more than nice. He was incredibly kind and attentive. The thought of her leaving the following week drove her mad but she tried her best not to ponder on it too much. She’d enjoy the present moment.

“He’s a nice guy. Sucks that I’ll leave, but that’s why I’m just basking in the moment.”

Adya hummed. “If you’d like to make it work, it could be possible. Would take a lot of effort, but it could work if you both wanted it to. I think you might have to build a friendship first, though.” That drew a small laugh from Naomi who agreed wholeheartedly.

Just as she was peeped to respond, his name dropped down from a banner.

Jude

— Hey, pretty girl. I’m outside.

Adya, not blind to Naomi’s sudden grin, hollered and said, “Girl, go talk to that man and call me in the morning.”

“Bye Ady!”

Naomi tossed her phone on the bed and kept off the mattress. She patted her braids, soothed her sweatshirt, wriggled her manicured toes, and strode toward the door, opening it wide.

Jude stood on the other side, a smile on his face as he held up a dark bag. “I come bearing gifts.” Naomi moved out his way and allowed his entry. “This is a nice room.”

“Thank you. The booking company gave me hell so they upgraded me to a suite.” Naomi pointed to his bag and tilted her head to the side. “What do you have there?” She sat on the bed and he joined her.

“Heard through the grapevine you like popcorn, chocolate, and good movies.” Out of the bag came varieties of chocolate, a large bag of popcorn, and his laptop, fully equipped with any streaming service of her choice. “Figured we would watch one or two together.”

Naomi grinned like an idiot for the hundredth time that day. He was so considerate it almost hurt. Without much thought, she said, “I could kiss you right now.”

The way Jude’s eyes widened made her heart quicken but the feeling of his lips on hers shortly after caused it to nearly burst in her chest.

He was such a good kisser, she noted, appreciating how he took control yet was very gentle with her. His hands didn’t roam below her waist and he didn’t try to force his tongue down her throat. It was the perfect blend between respectful and polite and grown and sexy. Just as she liked it.

“I like you,” he whispered some time after they pulled away. Naomi’s eyes softened at his confession. She noted how he tried to catch his breath, how his cheeks were rosy from his body temperature rising, how his lips were slightly swollen and smeared with her lip gloss. He was so beautiful.

“Jude…”

He didn’t let her finish. “I like you and it’s crazy because it’s been less than 48 hours but Naomi, there’s just something about you.” Swoon. “You’ll go back home and I’ll be here, but I want to see what my life could look like with you in it. Give you a reason to come back.”

Naomi laughed lightly. Not because anything he said was funny, but because of the insanity of it all. She’d fallen head first for a man she’d known for two days and blushed at every word he said like his sentences were crafted by Shakespeare.

“I like you too,” she admitted. “And I feel crazy saying that because we’re strangers.”

Jude’s eyebrows raised as he nodded. That was the unfortunate fact, but, “We’ve got a few more days to become more than strangers.”

And that they did.

“Jude!” Naomi squealed as he tapped her shoulder, causing her to fall in the pool. She didn’t get the opportunity to wipe the water from her eyes before Jude jumped in beside her. She squealed loudly then giggled when he scooped her into his arms.

“That wasn’t nice,” she said, pouting playfully. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her manicured fingers combed through the thick curls on his head, an action that made his eyes flutter. “I’m gonna get you back.”

“Is that so?” he asked, fingers caressing her thighs that were locked around his waist. Naomi nodded, eyes dropping to his lips. “Gonna have to get me first.”

Naomi, as flirtatious as ever, only has to bat her eyelashes a few times and brush her lips against his for him to crumble immediately. The perfect way to get him distracted enough to wriggle herself from his grip and dunk his head into the water.

“Oof!”

Her laugh was loud and boisterous, but he enjoyed hearing it all the same. Jude wiped his eyes when he came up from the water and gave her a look. Naomi giggled as she tried to back away, but her movement was restricted by the water.

Once again, she was scooped into his arms. “You play dirty,” he said. “I like it.”

Naomi smiled. The feelings she felt with him were unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Her face always hurt from smiling, she felt giddy whenever he arrived at her door or called her phone. How would she possibly be able to deal with the distance?

“I’ve got to go, Jude, or I’ll miss my flight,” Naomi whispered, tugging her hand out of his grasp gently. “I’ve got to go.”

The dreaded day had arrived. Naomi had to go back home and they’d be without each other (physically) until their schedules aligned again. It was something neither of them wanted to think of but like always, time brought reality back to them.

“I don’t want you to go,” the footballer admitted, swinging their hands back and forth. Naomi smiled sadly, using her free hand to caress his face.

“I don’t want to go either, but we’ll call, text, and FaceTime as much as we can, and we’ll figure it out. We can figure it out.”

Jude’s lips parted to respond but her flight being called over the speakers cut him off. He sighed heavily. Naomi bit her lip to pierce her quivering lips. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you,” Jude replied. He pressed a kiss against her lips.“Call me when you land, alright?” Naomi nodded and took her roller bag in her hand and began to walk toward her gate.

“Bye Jude.”

He waved sadly.“I’ll see you soon, Naomi.”

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In Poor Taste [P6]

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[STRONG WARNING: sexual abuse, ephebophilia, substance abuse, addiction, suicidal ideations, victim blaming, xenophobia, violence, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK]

(A/N: this is a heavy chapter that catches you up on certain characters' backstories. Please do NOT read if ANY OF THESE SUBJECTS can trigger you. I repeat: DO NOT. I will put a recap on the next chapter. these are strong contents. i will not take responsibility for anyone who disregards the warnings.)

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You were never crazy about spoiled rich men. They were nothing but troubles.

"Sakamoto!"

Lukas jumped at the scream. He turned around to meet three coworkers he hadn't ever spoken to: a short, tubby middle-aged man with his tie going undone and a button missing, revealing his belly. Another is a taller, lanky, bespectacled young man who was speaking quietly but very excitedly, his shoulders high and closing into himself. The shorter man lumbered past Lukas and toward the pair of smokers. From inside the restaurant, a female voice called out for a "Hanaosan".

Lost and incredibly intrigued, Lukas instinctively stepped to where you were, his body shielding you away from the commotion. He smelt the smoke and alcohol wrestling away your flowery perfume, his eyes darting back and forth between Sakamoto and the old man who was shouting something in Japanese, drowning out the voice of his companion. From behind them, a short woman he also recognized to be from the office ran after the duo and tried to join voice with the onesided arguments, her tone sounding a lot like that of glasses. From their repeated "Hanaosan", Lukas assumed it was the name of the drunken, improperly clothed man. Sakamoto only took long drags of his cigarette as Hanaosan closed the distance with his arms going every possible direction.

Sakamoto leaned back and listened to the rant, only occasionally replying with one word which sounded a lot like "yeah" whilst shaking his head. At one point, his cigarette went out. He silently tossed it on the ground and snubbed it with his shoes, his eyes not leaving the senior colleague's red face.

This went on until Sakamoto directed his attention to the woman who was guiltily hanging her head. Lukas gathered another name here - "Sasakisan". This Sasakisan was on the verge of tear, her head of dyed chestnut hair shaking vigorously and her hands waving, seeming to deny something. Upon this, Sakamoto turned to Hanaosan to speak. He must had said something insulting, because Lukas didn't have time to react when Hanaosan raised his voice even louder, turning heads from the stream of strangers walking by. The short, fuming man then reached out and grabbed Sakamoto by the collar, shaking him vigorously, his chubby, hairy fingers were clutching against Sakamoto's shirt so hard Lukas heard a tear. Horrified, glasses and Sasakisan tried to pry them apart only for Hanaosan to knock them back with the surprising strength that only ever graced drunk uncles in family gatherings. The two tried to talk - probably desperate to get some sense through the chaos - but nothing budged the Incredible Hanaosan now in a rage. He stopped shaking fand waited for a respond from Sakamoto who was bent in half to accommodate for his height and superhuman grab.

Sakamoto sighed and clicked his tongue. He spoke, his voice now slow but firm, the same voice Lukas assumed one would use to discipline a child. This only added fuel to the fire. Hanaosan shed his last layer of blind anger and decided that words would no longer be of use. He winded up a punch and hurled it toward Sakamoto's chest.

Lukas had his back turned to you. Naturally, he didn't see it coming when you harshly pushed past him, your fingers of steel grabbing him by the shoulder, throwing him aside and slamming his back against the wall. Lukas didn't have time to savor the pain, but his heart did not forget to race. He could only see you as a blur as you zipped past him and wedged yourself between Sakamoto and Hanaosan just in time for his punch to land right on your gut. A pained groan escaped your lips, though you did not fall nor lose composture.

Nobody spoke. Everyone stared at you, horrified. You steadied your breath, shaking a little as you bent over, half in pain, half to speak to Hanaosan.

"I apologize, Mr. Hanao", you said, your voice still wavering from the shock.

"Lady, why did you do that for?" -Hanao (apparently not Hanaosan, Lukas noted) scoffed - "Stay out of it, this is between us men!"

"I'm so sorry", you kept your bow, "I just remembered that Mr. Sakamoto here will see his family soon, and I would hate to imagine how difficult it would be for him to explain the bruises."

Hanao laughed in disbelief, his expression souring from angry to scornful.

"So what, you lived here for 3 years and you think you can try to act like one of us? Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now?"

"That's enough!" - Sasaki (Lukas noted again - not Sasakisan) yelled, her high voice was weak compared to the rest - "Mr. Hanao, you're drunk and embarrassing yourself! Please take him home, Mr. Fujiko!"

Nodding hastily, the thin man tugged at Hanao now seeming completely deflated at Sasaki's words. Still, from where he was walking, Hanao still couldn't help but spoke loudly for you to hear - "that's why letting those foreigners work here is no good, I'm telling you."

Lukas burnt at that. "Fuck...", he muttered, planning to go after Hanao. Before he could move, you had a strong grip on his wrist, yanking him backward. The force you'd exerted left him sore, but Lukas' couldn't deny the heat in his chest as he felt it.

"Sorry", he said, his voice barely containing his untimely arousal. You were too in pain to notice it, and Lukas was too focused on you to see Sakamoto's quick glance when those words came out of his mouth.

"You're not okay...", Sakamoto softly said to you, "I'm so, so, so sorry for that. Please, let me take you home."

"Are you sure?" Sasaki interrupted, "Mr. Sakamoto, you're not okay either. I can take her home for you."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Sasaki. She lives quite near mine, so it works out well either way. Mr. Lukas, would you mind accompanying her back to the party and keep an eye on her just in case?"

In case of what, Lukas thought, a biting discomfort brewing in him. This guy was just trying to get rid of him.

Sasaki was quietly glancing over to him, hesitant and nervous. Lukas felt more annoyed than ever at the thought of Sakamoto monopolizing the rest of your night, though under the watchful eyes of another colleague, he felt it would be best to not start another argument.

"Yeah, sure, no problems", he sighed, his voice getting cold, "get home safe. Text me if you need me."

Sakamoto better not take that last sentence as directed toward him, too. Lukas could not give two shits.

Sakamoto had you hanging onto him as he hailed down a cab. The sleek black car stopped, its door sliding open. You felt shame as you sluggishly sat down and scooted your body into the inner seat. Awkardly loosening the seatbelt to not irritate your bruise, you leaned back.

"Hey", he spoke, tapping on your shoulder, "are you feeling alright?"

Your mind was on something else when you said yes, nodding begrudgingly. Your chest was still twisting. You held your head, trying to remember your address upon hearing the driver asking for it. Unsurely reciting it, you turned away from Sakamoto for him not to see your crumbled face. Still, you could hear him shifting nervously as the leather seat squeaked under his pants.

"I'm sorry... of course it is nothing", you said, your voice hoarse.

"I'm sorry, too..."

He spoke as if something was stuck in his throat. You could tell he felt guilty about Hanao's punch. Sakamoto had a bad habit of feeling like he owed people for the nice things they did, so much so that it worried him sick. You yourself hadn't been much of an expecting returned favors person - were you to be one, you would have been stuck playing debt collector to your brother for the rest of your live. That would not be fair.

"It's not your fault, Sakamoto."

The ride was quiet. You wanted to turn and look at him, but you didn't let yourself. You were worried by the heartbeat that drummed against your chest as if wanting to break your ribs open. Help me make this feeling go away, you wanted to say, but you knew he wouldn't know how. He couldn't fix your brother's drug addiction. He wouldn't know how to steady his nerve were he to find the frail, bony boy in a stranger's bathroom lying in his own vomit, arms and legs twitching with glazed over bloodshot eyes who, upon seeing his older sister at the door, could do nothing but bare the row of yellowed teeth to laugh. What was there to do but call the ER and explain what happened? Your 17-year-old self did not cry as you sat and wait for the ambulance, watching his shoulders and the lock of hair over his nose move to make sure he was alive. You could almost recall the conversation in the next room wherein the teenagers were freaking out and deserting the kickback, yelling to put blames, all of them too drunk or high for their young body to handle. Stupid, you thought with your head on your knees, you guys were supposed to be studying for finals. What would 15-year-olds in a private school need molly, stamps or snow for? They could not have possibly been that bored, could they? Couldn't they have smoked weed and have panic attacks like the rest? You even remembered when a girl poked her head in to ask if your brother was okay, to which you said "fuck off". You didn't feel bad for it. You still don't.

Your head spun thinking back about it. You closed your eyes and tried to calm your beating heart, fighting the lump that built in your throat. Whatever, you told yourself, nothing changed - that was all. You would call your mother and console her like always, then your disappointed father who had not much to say, then your brother who would moodily ask what you wanted and then tell you to save it with the life lessons. Then you would hang up and put away your phone, take a nightime painkiller without water before crawling under your cover and hoped to not wake up to 80 missed calls.

So you didn't say anything.

Upon seeing the familiar apartment complex, you fished for your wallet only to find Sakamoto's cold palm resting atop your hand. "I got it", he softly spoke and handed the driver two crisp bills, telling him to keep the change. The warm summer air flooded the cab as the door opened, and you felt the humidity clinging on your skin when you stepped down, your kitten heels knocking harshly against the pavement. Sakamoto hopped off as well and hurried over to where you were.

"Mr. Sakamoto, thank you for taking me home, but you don't have to walk me to the door. You will miss the train."

"It's okay", he said with his face turned away from you, "I like to enjoy the nightime."

You laughed at the white lie. Of course he did not mean it, especially not with the heavy backpack on his back. Sakamoto who liked to clean up and prepare food for the next day would hate staying out late - hell, he barely tolerated tonight's dinner party.

"Well... I appreciate it. Then, would you mind walking me to the elevator?"

"I will walk you to your door."

The softness in his voice matched your own.

_____

Yuki lied. He did not live near you, but he figured that didn't matter much. He could take a cab back home and skip the coffee-making, even though he had just started trying to consume less sugar by brewing his own the night before. The way your face drained of any liveliness when he first saw you at the alleyway was a pointer that whatever you were going through was more urgent than the brand new coffee kit he left sealed near his sink.

As he waited for the elevator with you, your phone buzzed. You looked at the screen blankly and picked it up, your hands trembling just barely. He incredulously watched you when he led you into the dingy lift, making room for you to punch in the floor number. You did not say a word, simply listening to the other end who seemed frantic and fast-talking. The flourescent light from above highlighted clearly your sunken eyes and smile lines, casting sharp shadows on your face now looking years older than your normal self. You did not say anything but the frown on your tired face deepened the longer your caller spoke, and by the time the elevator ride was over you could only sighed and said "I see... I will talk to him soon, mom. You go ahead to bed now, it's getting late."

He tailed you out, expecting you to lead the way to your door. Instead, your body dropped down to a squat. Burying your head into your hands, you painfully let out a quiet sob, your body shaking like a leaf.

"Hey...", he spoke, trying to be as gentle as he could so as not to alert anyone who might be sleeping behind the thin apartment walls. He wanted to say that it would be okay, but that would be stupid. He did not know what happened.

You kept your sobbing down, stiffling it until completely smothering it. Choking on tears, you sniffled and looked at him. Your mascara had made a dark black smudge under your glossy eyes, and your lips were twisted as you grinded your teeth to keep from crying more.

"... Let's get you back home first, okay?" was the only thing he thought of to say. You nodded and took his outstretched palm. Your skin was warm, pressing hard against him as you stood up. He failed to expect the hand that threw the fierce uppercut at his show to feel so limp in his own. He did not let go as you walked him to your door and punched in the code.

"Thank you, Mr. Sakamoto", you spoke again, hoarse and labored. Even in disarray, you still made a point to take a look at your phone to check for the time. Idling at the door now wide open, you held a sigh in your chest. He watched as you took a moment to think before turning to see him again.

"I'm sorry you missed the train. If you don't mind it, you can stay the night."

He had heard that many times in his life, and everytime he found himself going dizzy and trying to make an escape. In his younger years, he wasn't so sucessful. He would be swayed by guilt or pity toward the recently divorced family friend who then wiped away her soft pink lips with his body. His 17-year-old self did not know how to feel... she was always gentle and kind when she first met him 4 years prior. Outside her bedroom she was never unperfumed, never dressed improperly, never spoke in any tone other than soft, yet she always left him feeling undone and fillthy. She was nice before she wasn't, before the door closed and he was told what to do and how to feel. Sakamoto always vomitted after, but it never mattered to her - she had her fills. He still couldn't forget begging for his father's help after the secret ate at him, only for his own kin to ask what about becoming a man made him want to die.

Though, the look in your eyes was not one of temptation. It was one of someone barely holding it together, trying their hardest to make something right. You didn't seem to want anything from him.

Yuki felt something other than panic when he stood at your door staring down the dark hallway, your face just a shadow now when you turned straight ahead. For the first time in a long time, Yuki found himself saying "okay" to being invited to stay over.

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Stolen Sunshine

Pairing: Bang Chan × Non-Gendered Reader

Length: 10k

Rating: Mature/21+ | This fic is dark. Please read the warnings and make an informed decision on if you are prepared to read this fic. I am not including these warnings lightly because they are heavily featured in this fic.

Warnings: explicit and non-explicit smut, yandere vampire chan, vampire typical age gap, stalking, obsessive behavior, vampire mind control, non-con/dub-con, murder, major and minor character death, gaslighting, using fear to control/manipulate, mental instability, manipulation, forced siring, knives, blood, blood sharing, Chan and the reader injure themselves and each other in order to feed, delusional behavior, hunting, trauma, violence, needles, someone being kept against their will… you all get the idea lol... if i missed anything please let me know!!

Important! this is now a one shot so if you read the first part, Thorn Bitten, please be aware there is more! The new part starts after the second red divider!

Again: please heed the warnings! They're there for a reason.

Chan has been so lonely for so long. He was turned into a vampire so long ago and he's never even entertained the idea of turning anyone or trying to seek out other vampires. He is certain he's going to live in unhappy solitude… until he sees you. He's overcome by the desire and the hunger for you. You’re so achingly human; he doesn’t want to kill you he just wants you. He spends the next few months trailing you, finding out about your habits and your likes and your desires. You’re a rose in the eternal graveyard of his life.

He then quietly slips himself into your life — he goes from someone you happen to see around to someone who you’d consider a friend. You don’t question his horrific sleep schedule, or the fact that you generally only see him after dark; you’re just happy he’s in your life when you can see him. He tries not to be too overbearing, claiming you barely know each other and he’s sure you have other friends to see. He tells you he’s always been something of a loner, and being in a new city with his weird work schedule makes it hard to make friends. But you like him. He’s kind and funny and a little goofy, and he makes you laugh. You tell him that he can’t say he doesn’t have any friends because you’re his friend now.

But then he becomes more than a friend. The bar was crowded and one minute you were dancing with a stranger, and the next Chan was making you come apart on his fingers in the bathroom of the bar. He pulled you into his arms and when he kissed you, the world fell away. It was so easy to get drunk on him — the feeling of his arms around you, his hands wandering and groping and squeezing, the way he’d nibble on your lip. It was addicting.

It started a whirlwind romance; he’d basically taken up residence in your apartment after the first two weeks. You didn’t know it was possible to be romanced in the way Chan does. You came home to roses — the thorns always meticulously removed — and dinner, or a new outfit and shoes, or tickets to an event you’ve been discussing almost every night.

And he was incredible in bed.

Attentive, passionate, talented, and fully focused on your pleasure. He gave you head with a carnality you weren’t sure someone could possess, like he wants to eat you whole. He throws you into mindless bliss multiple times before he’s satisfied, but even then there’s always a hunger in his eyes, turning them almost black. It’s flattering really.

Things begin to unravel when you meet up for drinks with a few of your friends. They text you the next day about how… off Chan is. They talk about how he stands unnervingly still, almost like a statue, and that to everyone but you, he is cold and closed off. And they say he stares at you, as if you’re the center of the universe but also sort of like a predator hunting his prey. You have no reason to doubt your friends, but you can’t help but feel protective of Chan. They just don’t know him like you do. They don’t see the man who brings home dozens of roses for you every week, each thorn removed so the sharp stems never kiss your delicate skin. But you also trust your friends.

And that night, you try to be more aware, more conscious of him. Instead of letting yourself drift into the abyss of passion and carnality that he brings you. He notices immediately that you aren’t giving into his charms the way you usually do; it puts him on edge. He can’t lose you. You’re the first tether to humanity he’s had in years. You’re his perfect rose, and now your friends are becoming nuisances. But they don’t know how good he is at pruning thorns now; he’s been doing it for months. And he can be much sharper than they could ever imagine.

So he asks you about it and makes sure to soothe your woes. Your friends must have just caught him in a weird moment. He isn't obsessed with you or anything, he just is really grateful that you're in his life. And his explanations make sense. You spend the rest of the night, and the weekend holed up in bed together after he runs out to get you some wine and dinner and a fresh bouquet of roses.

You text your friends the next week telling them to back off Chan. If they don't like him, that's fine, but that’s their problem and you’d appreciate it if they kept it to themselves unless it was something serious. They argue that it is but you won’t hear it.

Weeks go by, fully wrapped up in Chan. He finally brings you to his apartment, and a few days later suggests that you move in. Your lease is coming up so why not? Besides, your work cut back on your hours so you were about to be forced out anyway. With Chan’s constant reassurances that you wouldn’t be intruding, you agreed.

Once you move in things get more serious and you realize just how much of a recluse Chan is. He really is alone. No friends, no family, no one calls him and he works mostly for himself. And he hovers. You struggle to find it as flattering as it was before you moved in but now it just feels like you can’t get a minute alone. He’s always popping up around a corner, showing up unexpectedly at girls night, bringing more roses to your office.

It’s after your birthday, the last one you’d ever really experience, that everything goes from bad to worse. The day itself is lovely. You and your friends go out for dinner and you meet Chan at a bar for drinks. But the morning after, your friends send you pictures and you can’t help but agree; there’s something off about your boyfriend.

Neither you nor Chan are the focus of the picture, but he’s standing behind you, lurking over your shoulder, and he looks exactly like your friends described. He looks consumed… obsessed. And it settles on your skin in a cold sweat. It’s like something out of a horror movie. But the worst part is his eyes; they managed to catch the light in a funny way, the same way cats do. You can’t explain it but there’s a voice in the back of your head telling you to run. Far.

So you do; you pack up your things and your friends help you move out and they wait for you by the door while you break up with Chan. You try to be kind and explain how it was too much too soon and that you wanted to still be friends, but you needed space. And your heart broke when he cried and pleaded for you to stay with him. But his eventual acceptance gave you peace — he agreed he’d give you space but he promised you one thing: his love, eternally. You fought the fluttering in your heart as he said it, and left with your friends.

You didn’t see him for weeks after; but you felt like you’d always just missed him. The smell of his cologne hanging in the air, or the flash of a black beanie disappearing behind a corner, and the roses you saw everywhere. And they were everywhere. A random one on a wall you walked past home from work, a couple on the counter at your favorite coffee shop, a stray bud in the coat pocket of a stranger, a pair on the small table of the date you regret agreeing to. And all it makes you do is miss him more. Chan’s presence clings to you and you can’t help but feel like you made a mistake.

Especially now that your friends seem to be growing more and more distant. After your breakup, you saw them nearly every day. But now you’re lucky if you get a text in response. It feels like it’s been weeks since you’ve actually seen them. Their absence makes you miss him more. It gets hard to remember why you even broke up.

Then you see him. He’s standing in line at a coffee shop, twirling a rose between his fingers. He looks so lonely, so sad. You can't help but go up to him and ask how he’s been — and the way he looks at you makes you forget everything for a moment. He’s so… gentle, and kind, and you can’t help but melt when he tells you he’s been carrying around a rose every day just in case he runs into you. He asks you to get back together with him, and promises he’ll do anything you ask. He reminds you he promised you his eternal love.

But then you remember. Remember why you left. What made you run. And you apologize and slip out of the cafe, but not before he slips the rose between your fingers and you agree to see him again, maybe at the bar you went to for your birthday with your friends. He agrees and you leave. A thorn bites into your thumb as you walk out, making you drop it as the door closes behind you. And you miss the way his gaze shifts, the hunger in his eyes.

The next day, one of your friends is found dead in the park. Police said it was a random killing but it's weird that they were drained of blood. And you fall apart – none of your other friends answer your calls, and you have to brave your friend’s funeral alone. You don’t know why no one is answering until another one of your friends is found, and another after that, and so on until it’s just you. Only you left after a series of unbelievable accidents and suicides that don’t make any sense. It's nearly unbearable; you wish you had just one person with you, just one friend to help bear the weight of the grief. But everyone is gone.

Until you meet Felix. He just shows up one day as you wander home alone and brings light back into your life – he’s kind and friendly and helps you mend your heart. It’s easy to fall in love with him and you do. Chan was all obsession and passion and carnality; sometimes just being around him made you feel drunk and out of control. But Felix made you feel alive, truly alive.

You can’t help but compare them; you know it’s unfair. But Chan’s broad shoulders that made you swoon and feel small never gave you the same comfort Felix’s slight frame brought you. Or how Chan’s eyes would go dark and hungry every time he saw you, but Felix’s eyes lit up and almost sparkled every time he caught your gaze.

You and Felix had been walking home from your 6-month celebration when you ran into Chan again. As soon as he came around the corner your heart was in your throat. You should have known not to take that way back to Felix’s place – it was too close to where Chan lived and you had forgotten. And it was too late, too dark, too secluded. You felt trapped, and you knew Felix couldn’t tell how off Chan seemed. You never talked about him, you didn’t see a reason to.

It happened so fast you would never have been able to give the police a proper statement. One second, Felix was making a comment about how Chan needed to leave the past in the past, and the next, he was on the ground. Neck bent at an unnatural angle, lifeless eyes boring into yours from the ground as blood dripped out of his mouth onto the cement. The sickening crack echoed in your head as you stared at him, gasping for air. Trying to think, hell even trying to breathe, felt too complicated. The light in your world had gone out again. You couldn’t do anything but stare at him and hyperventilate until eventually the world went black.

When you came to, everything felt muted. You couldn’t figure out where you were, or where you’d been. You could vaguely remember that something awful had happened, but even that was out of reach. And then you saw them — hundreds if not thousands of roses covering every inch of the floor around the bed, all varying shades of red. It looked like a sea of blood. And then you remembered. Felix.

It couldn’t be real. Felix couldn’t be gone. It was just a dream. You curl into the bed, and look around and your heart softens. He’s not gone. He’s there next to you; asleep in your bed. You know it's him from the freckles that are spread across his shoulders and the soft blond hair that’s curling at the nape of his neck. You sigh and reach out to him but you freeze when your fingers meet his skin. He’s usually so warm, like sunlight lives inside him and radiates out. But he’s ice cold. That’s when you realize he’s not snoring like he usually does. Actually… he’s not breathing at all.

You can’t get away fast enough. The faster you get away from it the easier it’ll be to convince yourself it's not real. You just need to get away from it. Because it’s not Felix, your Felix. The cold thing in the bed next to you was just a thing. You know there's something you’re missing, a piece you’ve missed. You can’t remember how you got there or where you are or who would do something so horrific to you. To Felix.

You all but throw yourself out of the bed, not caring about the roses being crushed under you. But the thorns bite into the tender flesh of your bare feet, tearing into the soles like fangs. You vaguely register the pain from your ankle shooting up your leg; you look down and see the swollen, bloody bruise, but you can't’ remember where it’s from. It’s all too much and you can’t fight the scream that tears out of you.

And then he’s there. Chan with his dark eyes and looming, only now there’s no kindness in his gaze anymore — he looks down at you like you’re a pest he has to deal with. But then… he’s gone. It’s Felix, smiling wide and eyes crinkling at the corners as you fling yourself into his arms. He’s so warm and comforting. You barely even notice he doesn’t smell fruity and soft like he normally does.

He pulls you back into bed and into his arms, fussing over your wounds and scolding you for putting too much pressure on your injured ankle until he’s undressing you, desperate to make sure that there’s no other injuries scattered across your body. He’s more hurried and aggressive than normal, taking to nearly ripping your things off. But you can’t blame him. You need to feel him under your hands: real, alive… Still him.

You trace the lines of his face as he sinks into you, eyebrows furrowing. Something about his weight between your legs feels foreign. His presence is… broader than you remember. Felix is so slight, so thin. As fast as the feeling came, it disappeared, but you don’t dwell on it for long — you can’t with the tendrils of pleasure curling around you, threatening to drag you under. The whiplash of emotions makes you feel drunk, the world blurring and losing focus. Your head lolls to the side and for a second you think you see Felix’s unblinking eyes staring at you from the empty spot on the bed. Blood pooling under him. But you blink and it’s gone. You tear your eyes away and reach out to him, sighing when you feel his warm skin under your fingers.

You shake off what you’re sure was your lingering nightmare and refocus on him; the way his hands pin you to the mattress and skim over your skin like he’s trying to memorize you. You struggle to keep your eyes open as he pushes you further and further toward release. You haven’t felt this out of control since… You can’t remember. There was a time when this feeling was normal though, you remember that much. And the faint prickling of frustration brews in the back of your head but the sensation of Felix’s mouth sucking a bruise into your neck has all conscious thoughts falling away into nothingness.

You come undone with a scream, vision blurring, and you think you see a pair of black eyes hovering over you but when your vision clears, it’s Felix’s soft, dewy eyes staring back at you. An expression you’ve never seen on his face before. It reminds you of how someone else used to look at you. Who was it…? It doesn’t matter. Not when Felix is there, and he’s holding you so tight as he pulls you into a restful sleep.

You wake still wrapped in his arms, but you’re freezing. His arms feel like ice around you as you shiver and try to cuddle into him for warmth, but there’s something wrong. His body is too large, too muscular. His arm is tight around you like a vice, and when you look down at his skin you can’t see the constellation of freckles. Your heart is in your throat as you begin to thrash against his hold on you, but his deep voice rumbling behind you makes your heart calm. It’s him. You look again and you can see the marks splashed across his skin; you don't know how you didn’t see it before.

He helps you bandage your feet and ankle before carrying you to the kitchen and placing you on the counter. You blush and try to convince him to put some clothes on, or at least let you put some on, but he argues that there’s no one around to see so why does it matter? Plus, it’s dark out and your head is pounding; you feel like you haven’t eaten in days. You can’t remember the last time you ate, or had any water.

Wait. You’d gotten ice cream. Felix had convinced you to go after you had dinner. He’d bought you a cup despite insisting you didn’t need it. You can’t remember finishing it though. Something had happened, and you’d dropped it. How long ago was that? What made you drop it?

You gasp and nearly drop the glass of water when you feel his shoulders wedging between your thighs and his mouth on you; the world shifts on its axis and you feel yourself slipping back into the depths. His fingers dig into your thighs as he pleasures you. Your vision swims and you watch the hair between your fingers turn black, and the features on his face blur until they resemble someone else entirely.

You kept trying to place him — the name was on the tip of your tongue and there was something about him that made you want to run. The blinding fear started to slither up your spine, but you were already drowning. The pleasure building was impossible to avoid and your tongue felt like lead in your mouth — you couldn’t do anything except moan and scream as the wave of bliss crashed over you.

Black spots danced in your vision as you fought the panic attack and aftershocks of your orgasm. You tried to curl in on yourself, suddenly feeling too exposed by your nakedness. But his deep voice and strong hands caressing your calves settled your frayed nerves. His snickering laugh cut through you. He’d never done that before; he sounded so cruel — it made you feel small and silly.

Once your vision cleared you saw it was him, your Felix, shaking his head at you as you shrunk in shame. His hair was the same dusty brown you remembered, his eyes the same deep brown, his skin still smooth and unblemished, and the dimples you loved so much.

You told him what you thought you saw, and admitted you couldn’t remember the last time you ate, or what day it was. He just cooed at you before saying he’d go out and get you something to eat. The thought of him leaving set you on edge; there was something not safe. Something that happened. What was it? You tried to protest, but he simply waved you off. You tried to argue but he grabbed you by the shoulders and stared into your eyes, telling you not to move or make a sound until he got back.

With that he was walking away, leaving you there. You heard the door click shut and you tried to push yourself off the counter but your limbs wouldn’t cooperate. It was like your brain was disconnected from your body, unable to force yourself to do anything. And you were freezing again — the sharp, prickling sensation of goosebumps spreading across your body was the only thing that reminded you that you weren’t spontaneously paralyzed. Everything became overwhelming; the hard marble cutting into the backs of your thighs where they hung over the edge, your hips cramping from your poor posture, your elbows beginning to shake from bearing your weight.

You could feel the tear run down your face as you began to cry. But sound refused to come out of your throat. You try to scream but the most you can manage is a ragged gasp. Your lungs burn and you can barely see through the tears you can’t wipe away.

And then he’s back, and you can move again, and you can’t stop wailing in his arms. You don’t know what happened but it’s like you couldn’t breathe when he was gone, and never want him to leave your side again. You can’t explain what happened; how do you tell him that you couldn’t move and couldn’t scream and could barely breathe while he was gone?

But he soothes you and carries you back to bed, settles you against his chest and feeds you like a child as you hiccup and cry. He tells you that you must have had a panic attack while he was gone; it's the only explanation as to what happened. You’d never had one before, at least not like that. But you feel safe now, now that he’s back. His broad shoulders make you feel safe, protected in his embrace. He promises he won’t leave you like that anymore — that you never have to be scared and vulnerable when Channie is around. He’ll always keep you safe.

Your mind is swimming again as you let relief flood your nervous system. You had never felt so out of control, so disconnected from yourself. You were so grateful for him; Chan always took such good care of you. He’d always removed the thorns from your roses just to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself. No one had ever done that for you before. You drifted back into unconsciousness, smiling at the sight of the bouquet on your side table.

The next few days followed a similar pattern – you slept most of the day, waking every so often delirious and confused and alone, unable to move and overwhelmed by panic until he reappeared and calmed you down. You had concluded it was some sort of sleep paralysis, and it was worse during the day. The light streaming through the slivers of space your curtains provided were disorienting. And when he would appear, he’d snuff the remaining light and curl around you until the sun fully set beyond the horizon.

Nights became when you thrived. You felt human again shrouded in darkness — he was always by your side when you woke, curly chestnut hair falling into his dark eyes. He makes you cum until your vision blurs and then drags you up and out of bed, dressing you and pulling you out of your apartment. He supports your weight as you walk to the corner store, your ankle is healing but it needs more time. You and him collect all the items you need to make dinner before your hands begin to shake and your chest gets tight. The ice cream in the freezer reminds you of something, something bad.

He tucks you into his embrace and kisses your forehead, explaining to the kind, elderly shop attendant that you developed severe agoraphobia. He said it was due to an incident on the way home from your anniversary a few weeks ago. You try to remember what it was, but an image of a man with blond hair and freckles flashes through your mind and you nearly scream. He had done something to you, and you don’t want to remember anymore. But his name stabs through your consciousness; Felix. The name feels like acid in your brain, sending searing pain and memories of blood and violence through you like a bullet.

When you get home you ask Chan about him — you can’t remember but you’re so afraid. He tells you it’s not good for you to remember, but you push and he tells you that you were attacked when you were on the way to dinner. The sun hadn’t even set when he had attacked you. Chan had run into a shop to get you a bouquet, he’d forgotten to get you one for your anniversary. While you were waiting for him, a guy you’d dated, Felix, had been upset about you breaking it off with him and he had cornered you.

When he said it, it was like you were reliving it. The look of rage on his face, the knife, how your clothes had torn and the sharp rocks digging into your bare feet as you tried to run away. Blood on the pavement and spilled ice cream. A sickening crack and your screams bouncing off the buildings in the narrow corridor.

You couldn’t stop shaking as Chan recalled how he heard you scream from the street and ran out to find you running toward him, bloody and terrified, ankle nearly broken. That's when he tells you that the police still haven't found Felix — they think he skipped town.

The knowledge that he’s still out there sends you into a tailspin. You’re freefalling into terror and your only tether to reality is the dark brown eyes hovering over you and the hand on your face. You can’t hear his voice over the ringing in your ears, and before you finally fade you see him again. Lifeless eyes staring into yours, freckles contrast against pale, sickly skin.

You have more night terrors. Well, day terrors. A shred of light filtering into your room is enough to cause a desperate fear to erupt inside you. Sometimes when you wake up, you think you see Felix, just staring at you from the chair in the corner. But your mind has turned him into a monster. He’s begun to rot, wasting away into something more gruesome and horrific. You don’t know what’s worse — the moments when he’s so real in your dreams, or in the moments between sleep and wake when you think you see him decaying before your eyes.

But Chan is always there to put you back together. He wipes your tears and gives you solace in his arms. He whispers in your ear and quiets you until you feel steady again, then he covers your body with his and drives your nightmares away until you’re boneless, floating in ecstasy.

Until the night he isn’t. You wake peacefully for once, but the silence echoes in your apartment. You know Chan is gone from the absolute lifelessness of your surroundings. But then you see him. Sitting in the same chair he always does in your nightmares. But this time he’s not lifeless, decaying.

He’s real, and he has a knife.

You feel lightheaded from the fear, frozen in your spot in bed. You force yourself to move, pushing yourself out of the place that’s given you safety and onto the cold hard floor. Your ankle aches in protest, but you fight through it as you stand on shaky legs, baking yourself into the wall.

He glares at you, pushing himself out of his seat while you slide against the wall, inching toward the door. He takes one step toward you as you reach the opening, and you try to scream yourself hoarse. Sound refuses to come out of your throat; you can’t believe this is happening again. You fall to the floor in your attempt to escape him. You keep trying to ask him why he’s there, why he won’t leave you alone, but you can’t squeak out more than a gurgling gasp as you try to flee.

That's when he tells you.

At first he just wanted to have his chance to show you what you needed, who you needed. He killed your friends; all of them. He’d made sure to kill them in different ways so there would be no suspicion, staged some to look like suicides or accidents. He just wanted you back. But when you’d chosen Chan, he wanted you dead. He had planned on killing Chan as well; he had wanted you to be completely alone when he killed you, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to face you that night.

You couldn’t breathe as he explained it. Nothing made sense, and yet it all made too much sense now. Felix had been the cause of so much of your pain, and it had all been because he was punishing you for not choosing him. And now you were going to die because of him. You hoped Chan was safe, that he’d left before Felix had come in. You also prayed he’d be okay after finding your body — he loved you so much. Finding you would kill him, at least, you hoped it wouldn’t.

You barely felt it when the knife cut into your chest. Sliding cleanly between your ribs and puncturing your lung. Instantly, you felt like you were drowning, choking and gurgling on blood as you fell back onto the hardwood. Felix’s smirking face swirled in your gaze before he disappeared, and Chan’s face replaced his.

You tried to explain what happened, but it was too much. You couldn’t stop choking on the blood. Chan didn’t seem worried, he just stilled your frantic movements, and kissed your forehead. He whispered in your ear that he was going to save you, that you were ready now to be saved. You couldn’t understand what he meant, but it was getting harder to keep your eyes open. You felt him pull your body into his lap, and his lips on your neck, then a sharp, searing pain.

You felt as though your throat was being flayed open, muscles and veins on display but you couldn’t scream. Couldn’t move or think to force yourself to do anything. Simply blinding pain and horror. Then it felt like your blood was turned to molten lead, burning you from the inside out as it poured out of your open wounds.

And then it stopped. Time simply ceased to exist for a moment as the pain cleared. You opened your eyes and saw him smiling down at you. He looked so happy, but he had something streaking down his chin and neck, beginning to flake off. You realized it was blood, your blood.

He told you to save your energy, your body was still recovering. You couldn’t understand, but when you tried to speak, you could only take a rattling inhale. He warned you against trying to speak again — your throat had been torn open in the struggle and it was still healing. He told you to just listen to him, to let him explain.

He told you he had saved you — Felix had broken in while he had been out getting you more roses. He had punctured your lung and when he had gotten there you were drowning in your own blood. But Chan had made it back in time to get him off you and give you something that would save you, heal you. He said it would also change you. He said he’d had the same thing happened to him, but it would be okay, because he had been alone. And you had him. And you would always have him.

He tilted your head back and sank his teeth into his wrist, ripping into the flesh until blood pooled on the surface and down the sides. You struggled against him, but he was too strong. The liquid poured into your mouth and down your throat as you thrashed.

But then you tasted it. It was a supernova of sensation and you couldn’t get enough. Every nerve-ending in your body felt as though it was being set alight. It was more intense than any orgasm you’d ever had; endless waves of euphoria washing over you as the blood danced across your palate and his fingers brushed against your skin, trailing over you gently before skimming underneath your clothes.

You’re torn between screaming from your ravishment and latching harder onto his wrist as to not stop the flow of blood pouring into you. But Chan made the choice for you, pulling his wrist away as he forces you toward the edge of your orgasm, trailing his fingers lovingly down your neck. His fingertip swirls in the healing viscera at the side of your throat, smiling as he brings the bloody appendage to his lips. He sucks the pad of his finger into his mouth and you see the lights of a billion galaxies explode behind your eyes as you come apart.

You’re not sure how long you spend keening and shaking in his arms — it could have been minutes or hours — but he held you through it and explained the depth of his love for you. He had once promised you his eternal love and now you were going to receive it. You would never have to be without him again; your love was now preserved for all time.

You didn’t understand what he meant but you didn’t care. You were safe; Chan had saved you. Something you couldn’t describe crawled under your skin, it felt like something akin to power. There was an assurance you’d never felt before — you weren’t sure if it was Chan being there or if it was what he had done to you. Either way, you never wanted it to end.

— — —

The next few months passed as the previous few had — sleeping through the day and waking with the last rays of light. But sleep came much easier for you now. There were no more nightmares or sleep paralysis, just endless sleep in the arms of Chan.

You figured now that Felix had been dealt with, you were safe from him in both your waking life and your dreams.

And Chan had made your transition easy. You were already accustomed to spending your nights awake and your days asleep, but now it was more serious. He’d explained how the sunlight could burn you now, but how most windows filtered enough of the UV light to where you couldn’t feel it from indoors.

He still went out some nights just after the sunset. You hated when he was gone — it’s like you could feel him in your head whispering to you. Whispering his love, his devotion, his endless praises. You weren’t sure if it was real or some lingering hallucinations from before. It felt so wrong, so foreign; to have him in your head like that felt like a violation of something sacred, something yours. But you didn’t even know if it was real.

Then he would come home, bringing dozens of roses and you’d forget his voice echoing in your consciousness. He didn’t bother to take the thorns off anymore; he said you’d never have to worry about something as trivial as that bothering you anymore. You were stronger, he’d made you stronger. And you made him stronger too. That’s why you had to take care of each other.

That’s what he said when he pulled you into his lap and took your thorn-bitten fingers into his mouth, sucking the blood off your skin like it was honey, moaning and praising you as he did. The feeling of it was more erotic and sensual than anything you’d ever experienced. It felt like he was taking part of you and stitching it into his own being; it was the closest thing you’d ever experienced to divinity.

And then he’d dig the tip of a knife into his palm, allowing the blood to pool as you salivated, watching it slide down his wrist as he held you in place. He talked about how you needed to learn control and restraint if you ever wanted to go outside again, but you could barely hear him over the smell of his blood invading your senses.

The cloyingly sweet, sticky scent permeated your brain and rendered it useless — your entire universe was reduced to the palm of his hand and the weeping fluid coming out of it. And then he would let you go, your lips immediately latching onto the cut, slowly stitching itself back together in front of your eyes. You kept waiting for the effect to wear off, the same way that a drug is never as good as the first time and you spend the rest of your life chasing that high; but it was the same every time. It was transcendent; you had never felt more connected to another person, to the world.

You could feel his consciousness brushing against yours, your souls intertwining. It was overwhelming enough without Chan pushing himself into you, but it always made it better. You would come undone with his blood smeared across your chin, streaking down your neck and across your chest; and yours staining the recesses of his mouth, along with the dotted fingerprints your healing flesh left behind on his face and neck.

You were addicted to it, to him. You would have done anything to stay holed up in your apartment, feeding on each other, fucking, and spending the next few hours basking in the afterglow. You barely felt the shallow cuts Chan littered across your bare skin while you came down, the world muted in a hazy golden light. The only reason you knew what was happening was the lingering feeling of his thoughts folding into yours; his devotion, obsession, love. But you couldn’t blame him — you felt the same way.

It was six months before he had decided it was time you leave your apartment, claiming you needed to reacquaint yourself with the world again. He told you that you’d be moving soon — you couldn’t stay much longer; there would always be a 5 year clock ticking down once you moved somewhere new. He also said the time would pass like minutes to you now, and you believed him. 6 months had passed in the blink of an eye — you could hardly believe that you broke up with him more than a year ago.

Wait. You’d never broken up with him. He was your Chan, the love of your life. There was never a reason to break up with him. You’d broken up with Felix. That’s right. You barely remembered him anymore, now that he didn’t plague your nightmares. You were only reminded of him when Chan traced his tongue along the faint scar that sat between your ribs, the place where he would whisper his apologies as he held you in his arms.

The first time he successfully dragged you out of your apartment, you nearly had a breakdown in the lobby of your building. You weren’t used to the world anymore; too much light that made your eyes water, too many sounds that bombarded your sensitive eardrums, too many scents that burned your sinuses like acid. But the worst part was the feeling of being exposed. The feeling of being surrounded by so many people, when your world had been reduced down to you and Chan was overwhelming. But he was there, holding your hand and whispering reassurances into your ear.

Before you’d walked out of the apartment, he had warned you not to get too close to strangers. He said you might have trouble controlling yourself around them. He wasn’t clear why you’d have trouble but you agreed; you had no desire to interact with anyone but him. But with the days getting shorter, there were more and more people out and about after sunset, and you had lost Chan in the market, his hand slipping out of yours and before you knew it you were surrounded. A sea of faces all blurring together but the worst part was the smell of them.

Rotten. Stale. Some were too sickly sweet it made you gag and some were so bitter you had to breathe through your mouth, but somehow it only made it worse. You could feel their scents decaying in your palate. You fought the urge to vomit as you pushed your way past the crowd, finally being able to take a breath after you made it to freedom. That’s where Chan found you, resting against the wall in a secluded alleyway, breathing heavily and trying to settle your churning stomach.

He was frantic when he found you; his hands shook as he held your face in his hands, inspecting your features before crushing you against his chest. He sings your praises, whispering in your ear about how impressed he was by you. You couldn’t understand what he meant, but you didn’t care. The smell of him washed over you and muted the scent of everyone else. Your nose cradled in the juncture of his neck made your mouth water. Your teeth scraped across the thin skin reveling in the faint line of blood that bloomed on the surface of his skin, shivering as it spread across your tongue.

The sensation of having Chan in your head grew almost deafening. It was so overwhelming you couldn’t focus — and in the next moment, you were staring at the ceiling of your apartment, gasping for air, holding onto the mass of curly hair between your legs. You didn’t know how you’d gotten there; you tried to sort through your memories and remember, but it was a void. And the waves of pleasure building made it hard to focus. You decided to drop it, giving into the sensations, your eyes sliding shut in mindless bliss. But then…

Freckles, and sunshine, a bright smile and warm brown eyes, small, soft hands and tender fingers, a thin waist and small shoulders. The feeling of safety but not in the way you’d experienced in the last year. It was something more gentle and trusting — it was the knowledge he’d always support you, but never limit or hide you. The details washed over you like a tidal wave. Felix.

Then a crack, screaming, and those same eyes, dead and unseeing staring back at you. Blood pooling underneath his open mouth.

You gasp, pulling yourself away. You couldn’t make sense of what you had imagined. Felix wasn’t soft — he’d been possessive, rough. He killed your friends and he had planned to kill Chan. He’d been the one to end the life you used to know. Wasn’t he?

You couldn’t make sense of it, and you sat up to question Chan about it. But he was staring at you from the foot of the bed, head tilted to the side and his eyes darkening. You felt a familiar chill run down your spine as you stared at him. Your chest felt tight and the feeling of being cornered washed over you. The only thing your brain could formulate was run.

You pushed the thought away; you couldn’t run. Chan was your protector. He loved you. Why would you run from him? But there was something you were missing, something you couldn’t unravel in your mind. You fought the anxiety swelling in your chest and snuffed it out, letting your body relax under his hands as you sigh and apologize. His fingertips dug into your thighs as he chuckled and let his head hang, shoulders sagging in relief as he sinks back into you, whispering in your ear about how he thought he was going to lose you.

You couldn’t shake the terror that gripped you. It wasn’t until the sun began to rise and Chan fell asleep against your chest that you allowed yourself to breathe fully. The immediate fear had subsided, and you felt your control over your mind returning.

You hadn’t felt so clear in months and you weren’t sure how you didn’t realize it until now; it was as if you’d been sleepwalking for months and now you had finally woken up.

Everything felt different. It was like you’d gotten a massage; your body was completely relaxed. No aching muscles, no joint pain, no lingering soreness. You weren’t even tired. You felt like you could run a marathon without breaking a sweat; but the best part was the silence. It felt like you were finally alone in your brain again. No Chan brushing up against your consciousness, no having to worry about what he’s going to say or think about the microexpressions you make, no haze caused by the blood or your orgasms. It gave you time to sort through all of the questions you–no… Not you. Chan. You finally allowed yourself to consider all the questions that Chan had shoved into the recesses of your brain.

Fractured memories started filtering through your mind — the ones you thought were real, but the more you prodded at them, they began to corrode and melt away into the bitter truth that had been hidden from you.

Chan had killed Felix that night in the alleyway. He’d snapped Felix’s neck without hesitation and brought you home with his corpse and used his image to manipulate you. To make you his again. But this time you were never getting away from him. He’d made sure of that.

You came to the horrific realization that he had stolen sunshine from your life; not only were you now doomed to spend eternity in the shadows, but he’d taken Felix from you, and then corrupted the only pieces of him you had left. Your memories.

You fought the desire to scream as you realized you were trapped in the arms of his murderer. Your murderer.

You didn’t have time to panic — you needed to plan. If you were going to run it had to be planned perfectly; Chan wasn’t just your maker, he’d also forced himself into your mind. And you knew how paranoid he could be. You spent the next few weeks carefully guarding your thoughts — making sure you didn’t flinch from his touch or shy from his affection. He had to think you were completely committed to him. And it wasn’t hard to do; when Chan was awake, you could barely remember why you wanted to leave, and your memories of Felix faded into the abyss. But when he fell asleep, Felix haunted you. You couldn’t stop yourself from pouring over every detail of your life with him, over his death, piecing together the fragmented memories. They made you sick to think about.

It was like you were living in two realities. Your nights were rose-tinted and hazy, full of lust and blood slipped between your lips and Chan’s, and your days were gray and harsh, sharp like the knife Chan had slid between your ribs. It was becoming harder to forget. And each day Chan was planning your move together even more. Once he faked your death, something he said was necessary, you knew it’d be harder to leave him.

But every day the thought of leaving him got harder. And it was because of the blood. You were beginning to suspect you were addicted to it – you craved it desperately. There was an ache for it in your veins, in your mind, and in your soul. But even more distressing, his blood was the only thing you could stomach.

The smell of anyone and anything else was revolting. He had brought home a blood bag after an outing one day, saying he just wanted to test a theory, and you couldn’t even stay in the same room with it after he had ripped the top off. And being in public felt like torture. Their scents burned your nose and throat, made your head throb painfully, and churned your stomach violently. You had nearly passed out in the small market due to the overwhelming nature of it.

Chan had successfully made you entirely dependent on him. During the night, the idea of it sat in the back of your mind and sulked, but during the day, the awareness of it felt like a forest fire of rage and grief. You hated that sometimes you wished you could just ignore what he’d done and move on. But every time you tried to let it go, you remembered his eyes; dead and lifeless on the ground. Light snuffed out permanently.

But he still called to you, his blood called to you. You could nearly hear it sing under his perfect, smooth skin. It invaded your senses and made you unable to focus. His blood was the epicenter of your focus, even in the clarity of day.

The days and nights slunk by the same as usual; you woke up to Chan’s face buried in your neck and hands skimming over every inch of your naked body, he would give you his blood and make you cum until you were floating in a sea of blissful nothingness, and then while you swam in your comedown, Chan would disappear into the darkness of night after dropping a kiss to your forehead. After regaining sensation in your toes and full function of your brain, you were left to aimlessly wander around your apartment, waiting for him to return. You carefully avoided thinking of anything that would incriminate you as his time away grew steadily longer and longer until he began returning nearly at sunrise when he’d produce yet another bouquet of roses, a different color each day, and take you back to bed where he’d sink onto his knees between your legs until he passed out on your chest from exhaustion.

Everything seemed normal until it wasn’t.

You smelled it before he had made it to your floor. Blood. So much blood. Not only his, but someone else’s. Foul and sickeningly sweet, coating your senses. It was like a blanket in your mind; you could barely hear yourself think. The effects only got worse the closer it got until you heard your front door open. It was blinding; your vision swam and you fought the urge to gag.

Chan smiled at you as he shut the door behind him, as if he wasn't carrying a body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He explained that today was the day; you’d be leaving tonight. He dropped the body unceremoniously on the floor as you struggled to breathe.

They were obviously dead — you could tell because of the almost stale undertone of their scent; but your brain struggled to understand why they were on your living room floor. And why Chan seemed so nonplussed about it. Then it hit you; he had killed them to fake your death. You wanted to cry — they had a life, someone who loved them, and now they were dead because of Chan, because of you. Just like Felix.

Something in you snapped. You didn’t know where you had gotten the knife from, or what you had planned to do with it, but one minute you were crying over the corpse of a stranger, and the next, Chan was pinned to the floor underneath you with a knife in his chest. He just smiled at you as he struggled. You didn’t stop to think, you just ran, grabbing the backpack Chan had packed with your essentials off the floor as you sprinted out the door into the night.

You could still feel him in your head, but only a whisper. You did your best to block him out, gaining your bearings as you weaved through the empty alleyways toward the train station. He’d planned everything — there was an excess of cash, new passports with new names. With each step, you built a wall in your mind that Chan couldn’t climb, couldn’t crumble, couldn’t force through. You needed to be free of him, if not just for your sake, for the sake of everyone else.

It kept you afloat for months, skipping from city to city. You fed only on blood bags when you could stomach them, which wasn’t often. And everything would be fine until you woke up with his voice whispering in your head — and the smell of his blood floating in the air. You would leave that day, scrubbing every trace of yourself from the city as you left.

It worked well enough for a while, but the time you had in each place seemed to get shorter and shorter, and your bag got lighter and lighter. You had started using your abilities to assist you; you would go to the fanciest bar you could find and try to pick out the ones with money to spare. And then after a bit of flirting, you’d compel them to walk with you to the nearest ATM and hand you a modest amount. You never took more than they’d miss, and that alone made you feel less guilty.

You were nearly to the point of compelling your latest target; one of the youngest you’d met and undoubtedly the richest. But he was also the kindest; he almost made you wish things were different. That you were different. He was giggling at a joke you made when you smelled it. Smelled him.

He grinned at you from across the bar and you felt your world shift — the thick fog of his blood settled on your mind and your vision blurred around the edges. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until that moment. But then his focus shifted to the man next to you. The soft, kind stranger who didn’t deserve whatever Chan had planned for him.

But you knew he was careful; he would never be so rash as to expose himself in such a busy place. And you knew he’d follow you, wherever you went. So you slipped out, lingering long enough to catch his sight as you left. You could smell him trailing you as you slithered down alleyways and through crowds until you were cornered.

You hadn’t meant to get cornered — his blood was so distracting you had forgotten entirely where you were supposed to go. But it was better than letting him get a hold of your date from the bar. His voice was so loud in your head. And the blood; just being near it made your jaw ache and your throat dry.

He had you again; hands on your waist possessively as he pressed you against the wall, your head smacking into the hard cement painfully. But it was nothing compared to the feeling of his fangs tearing into your neck.

The walls in your mind fell around you; he had forced his way back in as your body grew limp. His voice echoed and trembled as he poured his rage and anxiety into your mind, so loud you couldn’t hear yourself at all. He was so upset at you for leaving him, and jealous you’d turned to anyone but him for help, but most of all he was relieved to have you back in his arms.

You almost felt bad, but slipping the needle into his neck was so easy he barely felt it. Not until the effects started to take hold. Pretty soon, he was on the ground, staring up at you with a look of hurt. True, genuine hurt. He hadn’t even looked so upset when you had stabbed him all those months ago.

You told him not to worry; you’d never get rid of him. He merely needed some time to adapt to your new life together.

It’s where you find yourselves now; Chan pleading for you to free him, to let him take care of you how he did before. He hates the red neon lights that illuminate his room after the sun sets, after you leave. It reminds him of your blood. He craves it desperately, and you keep him ever so desperate. He has enough to stay alive, to stay sane. But not enough to fend off the weakness that’s settled into his bones.

You remind him that he has to earn your trust after everything he’s done, but thankfully he has an eternity to prove himself to you. Because as addicted to you he may be, you’re equally dependent on him. His blood still sings to you in a way not even Changbin’s, your new lover, does. And you know you’ll never change him, even though it could be the replacement you desperately crave. Changbin doesn’t deserve the suffering though.

But you and Chan do — so much death, just because of the two of you. It’s why you know you might never release him from the chains. Why he’ll never be truly free again. You won’t be either. He would kill any and everyone if it meant he could keep you to himself. And despite yourself, you still love him, in a way. The thought of being tied to him for all eternity brings you comfort. And you know he knows it. He’s still in your mind, even if it’s just a whisper. And you’re in his.

It’s why you keep him how you do. You can hear the ugly, possessive, murderous thoughts that run through his head when you leave. You hold out hope as you clean his blood off your mouth that he’ll learn some control, in time. And thankfully you have an abundance of it, but you won’t waste any more of it on him tonight. He’ll see you again before sunrise, when you return from your night with Changbin.

At least when you’re away you can pretend to be normal. Pretend your ex-boyfriend slash lover slash maker isn’t locked in a room in your apartment that could withstand a nuclear fallout. Pretend you weren’t a murderer. Pretend you weren’t still maybe in love with a murderer. The one person who’s caused you more than a lifetime of pain.

And Chan will complain about how you reek of him, sex, and alcohol. And you’ll soothe him with your thorn bitten finger tips pressed to his tongue as you sink onto his cock, making sure he drifts into bliss as the first rays of light break across the horizon and you both fall into an easy sleep with the knowledge you both are getting what you really want.

Chan has you. And you have Chan…

Right where you want him.

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glassrowboat · 7 months

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Our Adventure. Venti.

Summary: A child of Mondstadt has recently been gifted a vision. A gift from the gods. Yet all she views it as is a decorative charm that invokes ire and fear in her very own heart, a babble she can't even control. The solution? The best bard in Teyvat, obviously!

Word count: 2400+

Authors note: Basically, I've been toiling away in my head what would happen if a vision user was struggling to use their newfound gift and I wrote this :)

The wind had a habit of carrying many things along it's ever flowing breeze, from leaves to the sweetest of songs, from love confessions to the dandelion seeds that truly marked Mondstadt as a land full of endless wishes and freedom. Tonight, however, there was a cry, a wail that even a banshee herself would be incapable of making as it rang in the young bard's ears. This was how the archon had come to know so many secrets that lay in the land he called home, and this was how he ended up below a closed window with pebbles in his hand.

A small thud could be heard on the sill, bouncing off the wood as Venti tried his best to not get hit with the smooth stone hurtling back down to the ground. When no answer came from that still weeping woman another pebble was tossed.

What plagued her was already known by many, far too many if anything. Gossip spread fast in these stone walls. Drunkards would talk about how they came across a random patch of grass just outside the city's gates dried out beyond compression. The local carpenter would talk about how he had to chop down a tree that suddenly became too unstable to be allowed to stand any longer, only to find out behind the untouched bark the inside was lacking any moisture that was so characteristic of fresh wood. The most notable of all however was the knights who said they had to escort a young woman home, too weak to walk as she knelt down right inside a ring of brown blades too stiff to wave in the wind like the fields of green typically would.

(Y/n), a child of Mondstadt recently gifted with a hydro vision.

The very same person who was on the other side of that window was struck with knock after knock as she glared at it with pure contempt, nose still running even as she picked up a random shoe. A heel with its pointed end should do some decent damage, right? So she held it tightly in her grasp, that is until the window randomly opened as if Peter Pan himself was trying to sneak into her darkened room. No candle lit to truly brighten up the scene of a red shoe hitting a green figure square in the face.

“No, no, that's some vampire shit I ain't about. Go find some other woman to prey on I- I ate garlic bread for dinner ya know?” Even with your vision blurred by tears you quickly grabbed the other shoe, getting ready to throw this one too.

Vampires can't enter without permission, right?

Well nevermind to that idea as the green figure landed on the floor having successfully passed through what was supposed to be a barrier of protection. All the while he was beaming at you with a smile that would make anyone want to punch him, even with his hands up in the air.

“That's not allowed….”

“Hello to you too.” Ah, you recognize that voice. The little pest that would run around the cobblestone streets all the while humming a tune that would be running on replay in anyone's head for hours after. “Can you put the other shoe down? My face already hurts from the first one.”

“I think you deserved it, you oversized fly.” Letting go of the shoe you let it fall to the ground as you got back up from what was an admittedly cowering position on the floor.

“Come now, what happened to you calling me a grand poet the likes no one has seen in this modern age? Am I not the next-” and you ended up throwing the shoe at him in the end- “Hey!”

You just shrugged, hands raising in the air in what could only be described as a whatcha gonna do about it motion.

Venti looked down at the shoe for a moment as it fell to the ground before kicking it back over to you, giving you free ammunition. “You could throw that shoe at me again or you- I was joking about the shoe! Please, spare me.”

“Flies usually get swatted.”

“Okay….different approach then.” Sighing to himself Venti walked over to, hand ruffling with something in his pockets before pulling out a handkerchief. The white square of cloth held out to you as it swayed in the wind coming from that still open window. “A fair maiden such as yourself shouldn't be crying, so I offer you this: let the best bard in Teyvat whisk you away on an adventure for the ages. We can make our grand escape right away!”

That's a great way to have missing person posters plastered up right next to the ones of the travelers sibling, and how well have those worked so far? Therefore your answer was an obvious “fuck that.”

“Please, with a cherry on top? And sprinkles too.”

Grabbing the handkerchief, and half tempted to throw it right back at him, you brushed it against your eyes. The fabric is surprisingly soft for something a bard who can barely afford a drink would be carrying, yet the lack of an abrasive texture appreciated nonetheless. “Why are you even here?”

“Well,” with a giggle Venti held his hand up, like he was in a play about to recite a sonnet in the middle of a stage with hundreds of eyes on him and him alone. If it was any other situation it could be an amusing sight, but he's still trespassing. “Let's say the wind guided me to you.”

It was hard to pinpoint why it felt so off-putting the way he said that, wistful in a way, but you didn't really get the chance to think on it more as Venti opened his mouth again. “What bard can stand hearing a fair maiden cry and not try and cheer her up with a song or two? Certainly not this one.”

“The wind?”

“Yup. Or maybe even Barbatos himself.”

“Have you ever gone to a doctor to see if you're clinically insane? Or have you just been hanging around Barbara and her musings of the church doctrine too much?”

With that Venti leaned over, a hand held up right next to his mouth so he could whisper, “the results came out inconclusive.”

Wait. What?

“Now come on! We have to get going before the sun fully sets and we have no light to help us see.” After all, who would want to be running around tripping over the loose cobblestones in the streets? “Walking through the dark is only romantic on beaches and sneaking around back alley ways to meet your lover, you know.”

So, he is insane.

Yet here you are taking out the hand he was holding out to you, letting that bard whisk you away on this promised adventure as he drags you out the window. (Trying your best to pretend you didn't notice him grabbing the vision you had tossed on the bed as he did). So while you didn't trip over the loose stones, at least not this time, you did fumble over roots as Venti pulled you under windrise. Leaves occasionally fall down from the tall tree, flowing back and forth as the wind catches the thin object before it finally settles down amongst the grass you two were trampling over as he pulled you to sit down.

Your knees hitting the dirt right before the stream winding along the plains to the coast, water softly rushing past you both as the sound hits your ears almost like a melody. Though a certain drunkard would be aghast to hear you say you prefer this over the strumming of his lyre he'd be plucking at any other time, even if it was just as a joke. Though admittedly it was odd not to see the ducks wading around, having gotten so used to seeing them so often from past visits trying to steal your lunch when you weren't looking.

Pesky little things they were, just like this brat.

“So, what's with the field trip?”

“I can't just pull you along for a midnight trip to my favorite spot?” The answer was clearly an obvious no. Not without a reason of course. “I give, I give, just don't have to glare at me like that. I've heard around town that you had a little incident.”

Oh great, so the rumor mill was doing its thing. What a goody. Just the thought of that scene again, of the hydro vision being cradled between your hands as the grass beneath you withered away to the point a patch of dead, dried out flora has your nose wrinkling. Not wanting to go over the image that played in your head like a highlight reel. A movie dedicated to your own inability.

“Is this the part you impart on me some sage advice?”

“I can.” With the wave of his hand, or more like a flutter of the earth's breath itself as a breeze swayed past you both, catching his braids and making them dance, Venti summoned his lyre. A certain blue glow reflecting off the wood from the gem sitting between you both. “Or we can sit here while I play a tune. It's up to you, (y/n).”

“I'd pick the latter in an instant.”

“But?”

“But it won't get me anywhere.”

Somehow even just the gold encased vision (or maybe the casing was a part of the vision, you didn't really know much about how that all worked) had a certain aura about it that felt daunting. Just an item. Just something as useless as an accessory if it wasn't being used by its owner. It was like instinct to avoid it, just like when you were a child and you had to learn the hard way not to touch that pan that had just been pulled off the still burning hot stove. For the two instances to be so comparable was like a funny, passing thought, but to you it certainly wasn't.

How can one laugh at their own misery without doing so just to mask their pain?

“Venti, what was it like when you first got your vision?” It felt like a natural question to ask, but he didn't really give you much of a real response to that besides strumming that lyre. A tune playing between you that you had heard at the tavern a good handful of times before.

“Let's just say I have always been a natural.”

“So you're useless to me.”

“Sounds like it, doesn't it?” Reaching over Venti picked up a windwheel aster only a little bit away, close enough he didn't have to shift at all to simply pluck it from the ground. “Though I wouldn't call the company of a friend useless.”

You couldn't help but huff at his statement, annoyed by the fact he had a point. “Fine. Sorry.”

He nodded in turn, not bothering to say anything about your mood today. Not when you both knew why you suddenly turned into such a grouch. “I can still explain how it feels for me.”

“As long as you promise not to say something cheesy like I become the wind itself.” That would surely make anyone in your position a little peeved. A prodigy sitting before you who has the ability to so naturally have control of something that threatens to turn on you. The claws of a wild animal that one can never say for sure will come to you for help or to attack.

“I can try!” Holding the flower out, those same orange petals that had become second place in the walls of Mondstadt began to spin. Turning round and round as you were left to stare at the little demonstration. “Like freedom itself has graced me. I can feel wind under my fingertips just as easily as I do strings or this flower for an example.”

“(Y/n), you may not currently know exactly what melody you are trying to share with the world yet, and that's fine! We all have to start somewhere.” Giggles came out between his words, easing the tension you couldn't help but feel at being so blatantly called out. “But just like always, a tune will still play, or in this case the sound of rushing water will be the music you grace me with. Either way, I can't wait to see what you can come up with.”

“My, how sweet, I almost want to wretch.”

“Hey, I was being serious for once!”

That's why this entire interaction feels so wrong.

Still, you glanced back down at the blue gem, watching how it glows so the grass it lays on is tinted with its color. Would it do the same to your garments once you get brave enough to hang it from your clothes like you've seen Amber doing? It was still a burner after all, but even a burner will cool. It just takes time.

“I wasn't expecting to see this side of you today.”

“Like what you see, my lady? Next, all we have to do is throw you in the water and see what happens.”

“I swear to fucking god-” No, you are not down for being thrown around by his wind currents. Just having to ride down one as you left your apartment to get here was enough for one day.

“Easy! Easy! We won't go back to throwing shoes at me, right?” He asked, hands in the air. Already surrendering just in case. The flower hanging in the air between you both. His doing, obviously.

“You're infuriating sometimes.” With a huff you snatched the flower from the air, pulling it close so you could look at it properly. It still had life left in it, still had water coursing through that green stem.

Your eyes were so focused on the petals you didn't even notice the smile Venti was giving you, soft in nature as he watched you stare down at the gift with a pout. You didn't need to know that he was just happy to see you free from tears again, to no longer have you be locked up in your own room from fear of something new. As for Venti? He didn't need to know you couldn't help but think maybe Barbatos did send him to you.

No, not all.

So just like any silent night at windrise, or as silent as can be with you two mouthing off at each other, the leaves rustled as branches swayed back and forth, and a tune, for the wind had a habit of carrying the sweetest of songs.

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stars-tonight · 19 days

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Nooo thank you so much! And I’m so impressed with the amount of asks you answered in one day, amazing!

Now, I NEED to knoooow, not as a request or anything! Just wanna know l, in your opinion, which of the haikyuu boys are the most hopeless romantic! The type of guys to send you love songs that reminded them of you, have their camera roll filled with pictures of you and such! Bc I have some in mind!

- 🐝anon

HOPELESS ROMANTICS

🎶 baby we're the new romantics, come on, come along with me 🎶

oikawa tōru

🕊️ oikawa is GIDDY around his partner

🕊️ blows you kisses when you pass each other in the hallway, always pops into your classroom to eat lunch with you

🕊️ always looks for you in the crowds at his games, and after will always run to you first and give you a big hug

🕊️ showy, public displays of affection BUT more intimate, vulnerable acts of love in private

🕊️ it's hard for him to open up and be vulnerable so he prefers to write things down in a love letter

🕊️ probably has a box of all the letters he wrote at different stages of your relationship (first meeting; you agree to go on a date with him; first kiss; et cetera) and gives it to you on your honeymoon

🕊️ oikawa doesn't fall in love very often, but when he falls, he falls HARD

sugawara kōshi

🕊️ suga wants a fairytale romance

🕊️ lights candles and makes hearts with rose petals when you two are on a dinner date

🕊️ if 'princess treatment' was a person

🕊️ if you're out and you're wearing heels or other uncomfortable shoes suga will give you his shoes and walk in his socks

🕊️ gushes about you to his coworkers and his students

bokuto kōtarō

🕊️ bokuto has DREAMED of a romance for the ages

🕊️ he'll be your knight in shining armor for every occasion!

🕊️ you need something off the top shelf? bokuto is BOUNDING over to get that for you!

🕊️ it's a crowded street and you're worried you'll lose each other? bokuto is maneuvering you through the street by bear-hugging you from the back! no harm will come to you because he's muscular af

🕊️ it's your anniversary? bokuto has baked a cake (kind of) and planned a whole fireworks display for you!

🕊️ will shower you with affection both in public and in private

🕊️ very showy about your romance and always makes sure to tell the world how much he loves you

miya atsumu

🕊️ atsumu is the grand acts of love boyfriend

🕊️ actually quite like bokuto

🕊️ anyone messes with you? atsumu is showing up behind you with a glower on his face that could send darth vader running

🕊️ his phone wallpaper is you, he has photos of you in his room (and osamu complains about it because the photos start seeping into his side of the room), everything about him is just you, you, you

kuroo tetsurō

🕊️ kuroo just can't believe you're his

🕊️ he tries to play it cool, really he does

🕊️ but when he's around you he just gets butterflies

🕊️ if you mention you like something in passing, he will get it for you, and in bulk too

🕊️ you want to go somewhere? he's showing up at your door, throwing rocks up at your window, at MIDNIGHT, to take you there

🕊️ he's your ride-or-die, your protector, your home, and everyone knows it

🕊️ kuroo is just so in love

haiba lev

🕊️ lev is your SERVANT

🕊️ (okay i'm joking but am i really?)

🕊️ you need anything? just say the word!

🕊️ a foot massage? a hot bath? lev is on it!

🕊️ he's constantly following you around like a lost puppy, always ready to do whatever you need

🕊️ he falls often and every time, he falls hard

🕊️ in his eyes, he IS your guardian, your knight in shining armor (bokuto 2.0), and you can ALWAYS rely on him

honorable mention: akaashi keiji

🕊️ akaashi akaashi akaashi . . . my lovely boy akaashi keiji

🕊️ who screams 'gentleman' quite like akaashi?

🕊️ he opens car doors for you, makes you your favorite meals, brings you flower bouquets on all your dates

🕊️ little things to make your heart race 🤭😍

🕊️ akaashi is one of the most romantic characters in the whole series

🕊️ he's just not the hopeless kind

extra honorable mention: suna rintarō

🕊️ suna is a quiet, ethereal romantic

🕊️ he always takes pictures of the two of you, messy polaroids of the two of you kissing or hugging under the starry sky

🕊️ picture late nights hanging out on top of his car, eating chūpet sticks and feeling invincible

🕊️ suna's not very showy about his romance but he shows you he loves you with little acts

🕊️ he always wears a hoodie in case you get cold

🕊️ he has an album of 'you' photos in his phone and prints out the best ones to hang up on his room

🕊️ you definitely have a couple phone case

A/N: hi 🐝anon! lovely to see you again! ik you said this wasn't a request but i liked the idea a lot 🤭 i'll be honest i don't quite have a firm grasp of the word 'romantic' but these are who i feel would be the most romantic

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #haikyu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #hq headcanons #haikyuu x reader

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maybeitsalivescribbles · 6 months

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TTD - True Evil 3/4

part1 part2 part3 part 4

(tw: death, car crash, implied emotional abuse.)

(at least twenty years ago)

Baby Superhero wanted to race.

He liked running! It was one of the few games where he could have fun. He learned to use just the tiniest amount of his powers to win without getting caught. He’d promised to be a very good boy though, and good boys put themselves last. There was a new kid standing apart from his group of friends, seeming really lost. That was the first time he saw them in this park. They looked like a baby, at least one whole year younger than him. He had to be nice with little babies. If he was lucky, Mom would make him a strawberry pie, and that was just the best. So, he joined Baby Villain and asked:

“What do you want to play?”

The new kid looked at their shoes, avoiding his gaze, clasping their hands behind their back, dancing on their heels. After a while, they whispered:

“I dunno…maybe…maybe hide and seek?”

Baby Superhero internally sighed. Hide and seek was for kids. He hunched his shoulders a little, but grinned:

“Sure! That sounds great!”

He had to behave. He had to make them feel welcome. In his opinion, that was pie-worthy behavior. Still, he wanted to race, but he tried to ignore the lump in his throat. He had to be very careful when he was upset, because that could trigger his powers, and that was not allowed. It was hard to refrain himself, but he wanted to be a Good Boy. Good boys obey to their parents.

“I can, uh, blindfold people,” offered the newcomer.

Baby Superhero crooked one finger at his chin in confusion:

“What do you mean?”

Baby Villain opened their hand. Inside their palm, there was a tiny ball of darkness that shaped itself into two little people that danced on their fingers. Baby Superhero gulped.

“Oh, you mean…you have powers.”

They shrugged. He leaned forwards:

“That’s very brave to tell me that. But you know you should hide them, right?”

“Why?”

That question left him gaping.

“Because they’re dangerous! You could hurt someone!”

Being good, he’d learned, mostly meant holding back. When you want to say your neighbor is a doo-doo head for yelling at you, you smile and agree instead. When you want to scream in frustration because the dinner takes too long, you smile, and you go crying in the bathroom to avoid upsetting anyone. When you want to use your powers so bad it itches everywhere inside of you, you agree to take a bath, and you let the water go icy to calm you down. Of course that was hard, but he could take it. After all, he was special. He’d been a little dejected the day he’d learned that other kids had powers, but he’d realized that most of them only had one. No one was like him. He was by far the strongest, so he took upon himself to advise them from time to time.

That was a little upsetting that the newcomer didn’t seem to realize how good and right he was, and didn’t even look impressed. They cocked an eyebrow:

“It’s just the shadow of my hand. It can’t hurt anyone.”

“You can’t be too careful!”

The new kid rolled their eyes and he wanted to slap them very hard because they were very mean, but he bit his lip and asked:

“How old are you?”

“I’m five and nearly two months.”

“Well, I’m seven”, said the elder with the solemnity reserved to grand age. “I know these things. Where are your parents?”

“I don’t have any. I have lots of teachers that put me to bed too early, before the interesting movies begin on TV.”

Baby Superhero nodded. He knew the problem.

“I’ll present you to my friends, but you have to promise to be reasonable, okay?”

There was a glint in the Baby Villain’s eye that he didn’t like, but they said yes. After a hesitation, he decided to trust them. After all, they were just one baby, and he had plenty of friends. The children tended to gravitate around him. He was like the chief of their super team! Like a Very Good Boy! After assembling all of them, he showed off his new finding, who was looking at their shoes, throwing from time to time a terrified glance to the group. He asked:

“Are you sure you want to play hide and seek ?”

He hoped that now that their distasteful choice was questioned in public, they would renounce that bad idea. It didn’t work at all. A nasty smile at the corner of their lips, they announced proudly:

“Yes, because I have powers !”

He looked with a gaped jaw in abject disbelief while this – this meanie was now puffing their chest and proudly showed to the world what they could do! This was bad! This was very bad! They were a Naughty Kid! If they were a bad example for his friends, he was the one going to be blamed! His parents were busy doing Adult Stuff right now, but there were plenty of grown-ups watching them play around the park. He was always afraid that if he slipped up, they'd point to him and say what a bad kid he was. Or maybe they’d run to his house to tell his parents what happened. That was not fair. He wanted that strawberry pie. The corners of his eyes began to itch. He wanted to cry, but only weaklings cry. With clenched fists, he looked as the other kids stood closer to the traitor to watch their stupid shadow that wasn’t even interesting. The new kid gave him a little smug smile. He hated them very much. That was the worst day ever. He wanted to go home and play with his action figures. He didn’t like his friends anymore at all. In fact, he wouldn’t like anything anymore ever.

He kicked a rock, but stayed to watch. The one who was picked to seek the others was – had been – a good friend. From time to time he invited her to play pretend in his garden with his super gun. She threw a glance at him, but he jutted his chin out and looked the other way. She still stepped towards him:

“You don’t want to play? It’ll be fun!”

He shook his head frenetically. She waved at him before joining the others, and he waved back, but resentfully. That was obviously a serious betrayal, but he stayed in the park, woefully sitting on a bench. He still had to ask her if she wanted to play this weekend at his home. Traitor or no, she had the best squirt gun.

He frowned when he saw her with the stupid shadow covering her eyes like a blindfold. While the other kids were running away, he stuck out his tongue at her. Of course, she didn’t notice and ran merrily along. That was dangerous, but he was sulking too hard to care. If she fell and hurt her knee, that would teach her! Maybe she'd cry and he'd come to her rescue with a bandage and they'd both talk about what a dumb and evil kid the newcomer was. That idea cheered him up, so he waited for his moment to come.

The moment was taking its time, though. Baby Superhero stayed on the bench for a while until he couldn’t take it anymore. Not only hide and seek was boring, but it was long. He jumped on his feet. On the other side of the park, there was the road with lots of cars. Cars weren’t really his thing, but it was better than nothing to pass the time. He could watch them without crossing the road, because crossing the road alone was very dan-

An awful noise coming from the direction he was heading hurt his ears. He stopped all of a sudden. Cars had stopped moving. He heard doors banging and screams. For a moment, he couldn’t move, but he wasn’t scared, not at all, he was very very brave, and he ran towards the commotion.

On a street, surrounded by adults, there was a tiny silhouette on the ground. He didn’t want to get closer, but he did, and he kept approaching until he saw the livid face of his friend. The shadow was still on her eyes.

She had blood on her head. Some old instinct told him that she would never get up again. Her position was too weird. She wouldn't play with her squirt gun this weekend or play any other day, ever. He turned away, got out of the street and fell down to his knees. Before he had the time to realize it, he was throwing up. At first, he was sure he wouldn't stop, but he did eventually. Panting, he wiped his mouth, trying to catch his breath. Desperate to look at something that wasn’t a corpse, he raised his head.

And then, then, he saw Baby Villain, curled up on the top of a chestnut. They were just near the accident, with a view on the road. They could have screamed to warn the cars. They could have made the blindfold disappear.

They hadn’t moved an inch.

The two children looked at each other. The wave of power that engulfed his body at this moment was so powerful he curled up on the ground, unable to endure the pain like a big boy. He barely could prevent himself from crying. Above the hurt, he vaguely heard the other mumbling:

“I-”

If they talk, I’m going to kill them. The thought that intruded in his mind was as brutal as the power swarming in his veins, urging him to do something, anything. He focused all his rage – no, not his rage, his determination – into one single sentence:

“When I grow up, I’ll destroy monsters like you.”

Next part and end here

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downwiththeficness · 7 months

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Shadow and Veil-Chapter Forty

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction. Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed. You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen eyes. This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence, and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.

Word Count: ~2200

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Eva watched Horacio key into the apartment with her mouth pulled down into a frown. This trip felt far longer than the last, even though it was half the distance. At every turn, they were met with delays. A layover that almost caused them to miss their connecting flight, a run-in with customs, and a terribly irate taxi driver who took the turns too fast. It was as if the very universe wanted to keep them out of Mexico.

The hit of the air conditioning across her face was very, very welcome. Eva sighed as she followed Horacio inside and set her bags down next to the door. Her shoulders dropped from where they felt perpetually shrugged up near her ears. The sweat on her brow evaporated, taking all the discomfort with it.

She toed off her shoes and closed the door. Then, she took a look around.

It was...nice.

She guessed.

The walls were freshly painted and the furniture was new. Some artwork dotted the area, like the kind she might find in a hotel. The décor was all clean lines and sharp, shining metal. As if the room was trying to project an air of sophistication that it definitely did not have.

Horacio opened the fridge, “We have groceries.”

“Do we have alcohol?” Eva replied in a wry tone.

He leaned down and plucked a bottle from the shelf, “We do.”

“Thank God,” she sighed, “I have needed a drink for at least four hours.”

“Only four?” Horacio asked as he popped the top off two bottles.

“I was being generous.”

“Oh? I couldn’t tell.”

She rolled her eyes and took the bottle from him, drinking deep, “Do you think that driver actually had a license? Because I have doubts.”

One side of his mouth lifted, “Should I call the union?”

“You think they have a union?”

A shrug, “Its possible.”

“We’ll call them in the morning,” Eva drawled as she dropped onto the couch, “I’m too tired to deal with customer service.”

Horacio sat down next to her, “You didn’t have to come with me. You know that, right?”

Eva cut him a look, “Yes, I did.” A pause and a sigh, “I’m not having this argument again.”

He leaned his head back against the couch. Eva felt his had reach for hers and looked down to see their fingers threaded together.

“Its only for a few weeks,” Horacio muttered, sounding tired.

“I know.”

He looked at her, “I mean it.”

“I know.”

Horacio pushed from the couch with a soft grunt and pointed at her beer, “Finish that, and we’ll see if the bed is any good.”

Three hours and one desperately needed nap later, Horacio was warming tortillas in a pan while Eva plated the rice and vegetables at the island behind him. The bed was...fine. Serviceable. But, she missed their bed at home. Missed that it smelled like them. Missed the warmth of the comforters and the low drone of the fan Horacio insisted had to run at full speed throughout the night.

A knock stopped her hands from throwing the serving spoon back into the pot. As far as she knew, they weren’t expecting visitors. Horacio flicked off the stove top and went to answer it. Eva watched him the whole way, fingers squeezing the handle.

Javier’s face was not exactly smiling when Horacio opened the door, but it didn’t have the usual glare. He greeted Horacio with a firm hug and a pat on the back. To Eva, he sent a nod and something that was very nearly a smile. She returned it and went to get another plate.

There was no dining room in the apartment. The three of them ended out hunched over the coffee table so they could eat. Between bites, the conversation went through the motions of catching up on each other’s lives.

Javier listened to Horacio talk about buying the house, about his promotion, about the bullshit levels of paperwork that came with that new position. He asked how Eva was adapting and seemed genuinely concerned when she talked about how hard it was for her to get a job.

“Why isn’t she working for you?” he jerked his chin at Horacio.

He shrugged, “She could, if she wanted.”

Eva rolled her eyes, “No, thanks. I’ve had enough police work to last a lifetime.”

“The woman has a point,” Javier asserted with a careless toss of his head.

“Thank you,” she replied, primly. The conversation paused for a moment, and Eva decided that they had delayed long enough, “So, what’s the plan?”

Both men looked at her with narrowed eyes, as if she’d broken some kind secret agreement to dance around the topic for a while longer. Eva lifted her brows at them and waited.

Javier dropped his napkin onto the table and took a long swig of his beer, “I’ve got a man on the inside who is willing to let us do transport. I told him we’d need to be conspicuous, but that we would protect the product.”

Eva cast her mind back to their first few meetings. She set aside the razor sharp nerves and the desperate fear that she would be found out so that she could think about what Josh might be thinking. Planning. Scheming.

“That’s good,” she said, eventually. “Josh already thought you were in the business of getting drugs across the border.”

A nod, “Exactly. We’ll do a few laps around town, draw his attention, and then let him come to us.”

Eva could only imagine what that might entail. She kind of looked forward to observing it all from a distance.

Horacio leaned his arms on his knees, “Its not a very complicated plan, but I think it will work.”

“What if,” she began, with hesitation, “he doesn’t come for you, himself? What if he sends someone else?”

Josh wasn’t in the habit of putting himself in the line of fire, so to speak. That was Alexei’s job. And, with the Russian dead, Eva thought he might be even more careful.

“He’s been looking for Diego a long time,” Javier said, “I think its a pretty good bet that he would want to confront him, man to man.”

Eva laughed, “You don’t know m—.” She cut herself off, having almost referred to Josh as her husband. He wasn’t. Not anymore. “You don’t know him. He won’t want to get his hands dirty.”

“Rage can make a man do things he wouldn’t, normally.”

“Are you sure he is enraged?”

“His whole life got blown up,” Javier said, “We took everything from him.”

She fixed him with an even look, “Yeah, but he got it back.”

“What?”

“He got it back,” she repeated, “The house, the money, the schmoozing with bureaucrats? That was just a hobby. What Josh loved was the work. The chemistry. He’s already doing that, now. Or, so I’ve heard.”

Javier was silent for a few seconds, mouth pursed into an ‘o’. Then, “What do you think we should do?”

The tone of his voice was soft, but he clearly wanted an answer. Eva sat back a little and thought about it. There were a lot of options, most of them so complicated that it would definitely extend the timeline Horacio promised her. She wanted to get back to Colombia as soon as possible. If they took the next plane out of the country, it wouldn’t be soon enough. But, how? How, how, how?

“You need to dangle something he thinks he owns in front of him. Something he will want to get back.” Here she paused and added, with emphasis, “personally.”

Javier drew back, “The fuck does that mean?”

Eva picked up her beer, “You said you took everything from him. He got the thing he cares most about back. The only thing he would even want is…”

It was a foolish thought.

A stupid, foolish thought.

Horacio leaned towards her, “Is?”

Eva looked at him, took in the warm brown of his eyes and that way he hadn’t yet tamed the curls that fell over his brow. He looked a bit like he did when they woke up in the morning. Sweet. Adorable.

“Me.”

All the warmth faded from Horacio’s eyes, “You?”

It was a question, but felt like an accusation.

She felt a small stab of insecurity about what she was about to say, but pushed on, anyway. “Yes. Me.” A breath, “I was property to him. A tool he used to do business. I can tell you that getting his operation off the ground here in Mexico was a hell of a lot harder without me to figure out the logistics and manage the money.” Eva looked at them both, in turn, “He’s going to want his tool back.”

Eva did not say the other half of her explanation. There wasn’t a need to remind him that there was something else Eva represented for Josh. That he had plans for her. It would have only pissed Horacio off, and she needed him to agree with her.

“No.”

Eva cut Horacio a glance, “No?”

“That’s right. No.”

Javier reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, “She could be right.”

Horacio’s lip curled, “I didn’t spend almost a year getting you away from him to let you put yourself back in his hands.”

“Let me?”

Hearing the venom in her tone, Javier stood and gestured towards the door, saying that he was going out for a smoke. Eva rose and began gathering the plates in an effort to stem off some the energy that came with her anger.

Horacio, to his credit, realized his mistake almost immediately, “You said you weren’t going to get involved.”

She had said that. At the table over dinner. On the plane. In the cab. She’d said it over and over, knowing that it was a lie. Deep down, Eva’s motivations were more complicated than simply wanting to be by Horacio’s side while he tried to take down Josh for the second time.

“And,” she replied, “You said that this would only take a few weeks.”

He followed her into the kitchen, “It will only take a few weeks.”

Eva scraped the plates clean and set them next to the sink, “You and I both know that’s not true.”

Horacio turned on the water and plugged the sink. While he squirted soap into the basin, he said, “I didn’t know you were an expert in covert operations.”

He didn’t often speak to her with that kind of sarcasm and it made Eva bristle. Nearly seven years of marriage was enough to give her an advantage over just about anyone in the world. When it came to Joshua Moore, she was content expert, and she didn’t appreciate the dismissal in his tone.

“Really?” she sneered, “Because I seem to remember that it took you months to even get Josh’s attention last time.”

She set the dishes in the sink and stepped aside so that he could grab the sponge. Horacio squeezed more soap onto it and picked up the first dish to scrub away the remnants of dinner. “That was planned,” he asserted. “We didn’t want to scare him.”

“Sure.”

He cast her a glare, “He’ll take the bait faster, this time.”

Eva took the clean plate from him and grabbed a towel to dry it, “Or, he’ll send someone to take the bait for him and you’ll end out shot in the back on the street.”

Horacio scoffed, “He’s not that much of a coward.”

“Yes he is!”

He was quiet while he cleaned the next two plates, dutifully handing them to her. Then, he reached down and pulled the plug, “What if he shoots you in the back?”

Eva finished drying the last plate and sighed, “He won’t. If anything, he’ll want to flaunt that he has me back right in front of you before putting a bullet in you. Gloat. Just like you said.”

They stood in front of the sink while water slowly gurgled down the drain. Eva could admit that they were both right, in their own way. And, they were both just stubborn enough to reach an impasse in the argument.

The door opened and Javier peeked around it, “Uh, everything okay?”

Eva shot him a brittle smile, “Everything is fine.” Then, to Horacio, “When you go out parading around town, I’ll go with you. Let him think that you’re using me the same way he did. That will enrage him. That will get him to confront you, man to man.”

Later, while Horacio was asleep. Eva sat on the couch with a beer. In the darkness, she stared out the apartment window to the street. It was quiet, far more quiet than she expected in such a populated city.

Eva drained the bottle and went to throw it in the trash. Then, she padded through the apartment and into the en suite bathroom. With the door closed, Eva flicked on the lights and reached for her carry on bag.

She set it on the counter and pulled open the zipper. Hands spreading two sides apart, Eva stared down at the only thing that mattered inside. The metal gleamed in the light, drawing her gaze down the barrel. The magazine was mixed in with her perfumes and there were extra bullets in her suitcase.

It didn’t really matter to Eva what Horacio had planned for Josh, once they got him in custody.

There was only one way this was going to go for him.

#shadow and veil #narcos #horacio carrillo #carrillo #maurice compte #au #A/B/O dynamics

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she-karev · 9 months

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B-Team (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev's Sister)

Age Rating: 12+

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Canon Episode: B-Team Shorts on YouTube

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev's Sister)

AN: Sorry for being away for so long but hopefully this makes up for it. Amber Karev is taking Sam Bello’s spot from season 14 so there won’t be a love triangle.

Summary: Amber starts her first day as an intern and is met with expected obstacles. Meanwhile DeLuca tries to navigate his feelings for Amber after discovering her relation to Alex and goes to Carina for help who takes matters into her own hands.

Words: 8260

I walk around the dozens of boxes in my studio apartment frantically as I look for my keys. Today is my first day at work and I already lost my keys as if the universe hates me and wants me to be late. I probably look insane no doubt with my hand trying to hold my hair up in a ponytail, my other hand holding my coffee mug and wearing my pink panties with my casual sweater for the day.

“Damn it come on where are you?!” I sip my coffee when I feel something metal hit my lips. I stop suddenly and look down to find my keys inside the mug to my relief and disgust, “Of course two sugars, crème and keys like I always take it.” I don’t know why I’m talking to myself, so I pull my keys out and clean them.

After throwing the mug away I go to a mirror and try to put my hair in a ponytail when the band snaps to my frustration, “Grrr!” I throw the band away and opt for a hair clip instead praying it suffices. I grab my backpack, put my jeans on, grab my Adidas and open the door. I hop down the hall as I put my shoes on trying not to fall. I finally put them on and run to the elevator exhaling as it closes.

I run to my black 2012 Ford Mustang in the parking lot and hurriedly go inside and hope the engine starts. I turn the key in the ignition and by some miracle it starts the first time and I skid out of the spot and drive to the hospital as fast as I can.

Later

Andrew walks to the hospital across the park trying to keep his head together after last night’s revelation. He looked around hoping to find Carina so he can talk to her and figure out what to do. Ever since he figured out who Amber really is his mind has been wrestling with images of her in the bar flirting with her and having fun and images of her brother beating him up and the pain he faced after.

If she was a regular resident who was related to an attending, he wouldn’t be so conflicted but a regular attending wouldn’t have hit him. He and Alex were amicable after everything but he highly doubted Alex would be okay knowing his little sister slept with Andrew and start a fantasy football league together. It would make things more complicated for both of them especially for Andrew. And then there’s Amber who would be caught in the middle of it. The idea of that makes Andrew feel equally uneasy due to how fast and hard he developed feelings for her.

“Hey, didn’t I meet you at a bar somewhere?”

Andrew eyes widen at the familiar voice and turns around to find Amber smiling at him wearing a black sweater with her hair in a clip. Even in a slightly disheveled state he couldn’t help his physical attraction towards her natural beauty. Andrew grins slightly trying to remain cool despite his stomach being in a twist in her presence.

“Hey, I-I didn’t think I was gonna see you so soon after last night.”

“Well it’s my first day and I’ve had perfect attendance since 1st grade and I want to keep that up. You’re not carrying a coffee are you because I don’t want coffee on my cleavage the first day.”

Andrew chuckles, “No I’m weaning off caffeine I’ve uh got enough keeping me up.” He didn’t add that she was the reason he was up all night and not in a good way.

“Well your stronger than me. So, have you told anyone about us hooking up? Besides Dr. Robbins, your sister and Jo I mean.” Amber asks.

“Uh no not really I figured that’s not an impression you want to make with the other interns.”

Amber grins, “No definitely not, I don’t want them thinking I’m using nepotism and sex to work my way into an O.R. Plus, if it got back to Alex, it would go back to my family who would be freaking out that I wasn’t being usual responsible Amber.”

Andrew nods trying to keep a calm face over mention of her brother, Amber is oblivious as she teases him, “Even though we were totally responsible…twice.”

“It’s cool I get it.”

Amber looks at her watch, “Oh shoot I gotta go, my shift starts but we should hang out after and…catch up.” Amber makes her voice breathier at catch up.

Andrew looks at her and is more conflicted the more he spends time with her so he opts to escape, “Um yeah maybe I’ll let you know.”

“Okay see you later.” Amber rushes inside with Andrew watching her as his anxiety increases causing him to walk briskly inside the building. He tried to stay calm as he put on his scrubs and finally finds Carina in the MRI room that she’s using for her study.

Andrew sits next to her as she writes down her data, “I need your help.”

“I’m busy as you can see my patient is about to reach climax.”

Andrew groans, “You know there are other ways you could explain that without making it dirty.”

Carina continues writing without looking at him, “Andrea if you want my help for something don’t insult my work before or I will kick you out.”

“Right sorry. Um I have a personal problem and it’s pretty big so I need you to swear it won’t get out of this room, can you do that?”

“I am studying women during the most intimate and private moments of their lives of course I can keep a secret, what is it?”

Andrew tries to find where to begin, “Do you uh remember that night I walked in on you and Dr. Robbins?”

Carina doesn’t look up from her notes, “It’s hard to forget, it was a very nice night for us regardless. Once we went our separate ways of course.”

“Right well do you remember the girl that I brought with me?”

“The blonde who looks a little like Princess Diana, I remember her, did you get her number?”

Andrew bitterly chuckles, “No she wanted to finish med school with no strings attached so we decided to save a date if she ever came here again and she did.”

His sister still doesn’t look up, “Okay why is she here? Is it just for you?”

“No, she’s a surgical intern here.”

Carina still doesn’t look up despite that information, “And that’s a problem? We work long hours and she’s a surgeon like you so she doesn’t have to pretend to be interested.”

Andrew grimaces, “Believe me I wish us working together was the only problem. Do you remember when I was beat up last year by my boss after I helped his girlfriend walk home after she got drunk?”

��Yes, it was very scary I remember you saying to me I didn’t have to travel 14 hours just to see you even though I was okay with it.” Carina gets confused, “Wait a minute what does that have to do with…” Carina doesn’t know her name due to Amber quickly leaving after meeting her when she was fighting with Andrew.

“Amber.” Andrew finishes for her.

“Amber, what does this have to do with Amber?”

Andrew purses his lips in cruel irony, “Well the boss that beat me up, Alex Karev.”

“Uh huh.” Carina nods, still looking at her notes.

“Amber is his sister and I slept with her that night.”

Carina finally stops writing and looks at Andrew with wide shocked eyes and he bitterly nods at her response.

“Do you see why I need your help?”

Meanwhile

I walk down the hall and find the intern locker room. I enter the room and I see that it looks how it sounds, a locker room. It’s like the lockers we get at high school only it smells like ammonia which frankly is better than sweaty socks. I’m not the only one here I spot approximately 20 people in here all in light blue scrubs with their stethoscopes hanging by their necks.

I go to my assigned locker and open it to find my own scrubs and lab coats. The sight of the rest of my life is both exciting and dauting but I push through it and put them on. The only thing I brought from home that I’m using are my adidas and burgundy stethoscope my mom sent me as a graduation gift. I don’t know why she sent it maybe as a way to make up for being out of it most of my life but I took it because it’s not good to pass up free stuff in my position. I put the stethoscope in my pocket as a woman wearing a hijab next to me pulls out her flashcards.

“What are those?” I ask curiously.

“Their study material’s.”

“For what? We already passed the boards.”

The woman looks at me, “No I know it’s just that it helps me remember what I learned so I don’t forget it and accidently kill someone my first day.” She chuckles nervously.

I raise an eyebrow at her, “You don’t have to laugh I can tell your nervous.”

“So nervous!” The woman shows her true face and it is fearful, “I’m Dahlia by the way or Dr. Qadri I mean I’m still getting used to that title.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean, I’m Amber.” We shake hands.

“I mean it is crazy I wanted this for so long and now I’m actually here and it’s…” Dahlia looks around in amazement, “You know I grew up in Utah and went to state school pre-med, it was the only thing my parents could afford at the time.”

“Yeah, I went to Iowa State pre-med, I don’t even think some of these people even know what Iowa is.”

Dahlia chuckles, “You know I heard a rumor that one of the new interns is Dr. Karev’s sister, he’s the chief of pediatric surgery here.”

I raise an eyebrow, “Really? What do you think of that?” I want to know her opinion of me before finding out who I am so I can know who I’m dealing with. And so I can mess with her.

Dahlia scoffs, “I mean come on most of these guys are legacies and they don’t know the true meaning of hard work not like us. Their parents donated to their alumni so they can get in with a median MCAT average. I mean this girl coincidently matches at the same hospital her brother works. She obviously taking the easy route if you ask me and that route is named nepotism.” I nod at her statement and try to act like I don’t want to punch her. She’s oblivious of course and she asks me something she’s gonna wish she didn’t, “Sorry I don’t think I caught your last name what is it?”

“Karev, it’s Dr. Amber Karev.” I say with a grin as Dahlia’s eyes widen as she realizes she just called me easy and spoiled.

Dahlia stammers, “Uh y-your-”

“Taking the easy route named nepotism I think you just said.” I say as I glare at her offended.

“I-I am so so sorry I didn’t know.” Dahlia tries to rectify her mistake but makes it worse, “And can I just say your brother is a pioneer and I think your about to continue that legendary legacy of his.”

It isn’t even an hour into my first day and I’m already being compared to my brother. I’m starting to get annoyed by this so I need to walk away, “I’m gonna walk away from you now before you make this more awkward.”

Dahlia nods, “Smart you seem really, really smart and so pretty I mean it.”

I roll my eyes and focus back on my locker and she gets the hint and goes back to her cards. I knew I was gonna be accused of nepotism and favoritism when I got matched here but it still irks me when they think I’ve had it ‘easy.’ I mentally chuckle at that assumption, if only these asshats knew how ‘easy’ I really had it. Of course, if they actually knew about the crazy mom, absent dad and crazy brother who attacked me the stares would increase and instead of being accused of nepotism I would be accused of being schizophrenic.

I immediately remember my morning routine and pull out my small sudoku book and work on one page of puzzles. One page a day has been my routine since I was 16 and I realized there was a strong possibility my genes could turn on me. I know it’s silly to think a kid’s puzzle will keep the hallucinations at bay but solving puzzles makes me feel better for some reason. I go through the grids quickly even with the guy next to me, Casey Parker, chanting something that sounds like, “Don’t stand out, don’t throw up and call it a win.”

Dahlia asks something from her flashcards, “Okay which is the artery that splits to the right common carotid in the right subclavian?”

Casey and I immediately answer even though I’m at the 3rd grid right now, “Innominate.”

Dahlia scoffs, “No that’s not it, it’s…” Dahlia checks the answer in the back and realizes we were right, “Crap!”

I don’t even look up from my book when Levi walks in chipper as ever. Frankly I’m amazed he even got into this program after he botched his first day here. It was the day of my interview and also the day he dropped his glasses into the body cavity during a surgery. And that was before he became a doctor, which says a lot.

“Good morning!” I wave dismissively at him too caught up in finishing the page before my shift, only three grids to go, “I think my mom forgot to pack my stethoscope, is it gross to borrow one?”

“Yes.” I look to find Taryn Helm sitting on the bench with her headphones on clearly stressed, “And shut up I need to get in my zone.”

“Nobody is talking except him.” I blankly say as I get to my final grid.

Casey explains to Dahlia, “Taryn’s nervous.”

“I’m not nervous!” Taryn snaps, “I’m in my zone.”

A voice I unfortunately recognizes whoo’s as he enters the lockers, “Day one baby! Let’s go!” Vik Roy tries to high five Levi who is carrying stuff. I roll my eyes at him and try to focus on my puzzle even when he tries to high five all of us even Taryn who is just as annoyed by him.

“No.” Taryn says dismissively causing Roy to retreat.

“What’s her deal?”

“Zone.” We all explain.

“How are you so not freaking out right now?” Dahlia asks.

Vik smugly grins, “Because Dahlia I don’t freak out, I don’t get jitters and I crush first impressions.”

I snort at that as Casey sarcastically dismisses, “Clearly.”

Vik catches my book as he chuckles and asks me, “Sudoku? What are you 13?”

“No that’s you.” I say as I finish the puzzle and Casey chuckles at my insult, “You know if you did as many puzzles as me, you’d probably be capable of an intellectual conversation. And that’s required by doctors…dude.” I say the last word with venom and he rolls his eyes.

“She’s right about that Dr. Roy.” I turn to find Chief Bailey behind me and I get my act together closing my locker to stand in front of her.

“Good morning chief Bailey.” The others gather in front of her with me at the front center. The chief doesn’t looked the least bit impressed with any of us and honestly I wouldn’t blame her.

“Explain to me why I was just in the conference room and you all were not?” We all look at her confused since none of us got the memo to meet her at the conference room, “If I’m somewhere you are supposed to be you had better be there too, any questions?”

“Uh Chief I heard a rumor that one of us will get into an OR today and be able to scrub in.” Taryn says eagerly. I can tell she’s hungry for surgery and will be hard to deal with this year.

Bailey answers, “Today you will have the opportunity to prove that you’re ready to scrub in, one of you might surprise me.” I grin at the opportunity to scrub in on my first day. I took the initiative before I came in to memorize the steps of basic procedures from appys to lap choles. It helps that I’m a pack rat who didn’t throw out her medical textbooks. The others are getting giddy as well including the douchy one who thinks he’s got more of a chance than any of us.

“So, there’s a chance?”

I decide to step in and show off, I would kick myself for not trying harder to beat this arrogant jerk, “Chief I would like to point out that I know all the steps to a basic procedure. If you ask me about an appy I can-”

The chief has none of it as she interrupts me, “I have five rules memorize them; rule number one don’t bother sucking up. Rule number two nurses will page you will answer every page at a run. A run!” The chief walks out and we all follow her as she continues to list all of her rules while we walk around the hospital, “That’s rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts 24 hours. You're interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs, write orders, work every second night until you drop, and don't complain.

We stop outside an on-call room, she opens the door revealing bunks inside clearly used, “On-call rooms. Attendings hog them. Sleep when you can where you can, which brings me to rule number three. If your resident is sleeping, don't wake them unless your patient is dying. And you better sleep alone in here and not with anyone else especially attendings.” I raise my eyebrow at that comment. I wonder if that rule applies to one night stands with senior residents before you were even hired. I decide not to think on it and just listen, “Rule four: The dying patient better not be dead when they get there. Not only will you have killed someone, you woke your resident up for no reason. We clear?” I notice she left out one rule so I gingerly raise my hand like I’m in elementary school again.

“Yes?”

I put my hand down, “Um, you said five rules that was only four.”

Bailey finishes, “Rule number five, when I move you move.” We follow her to Jo Wilson who stands by the nurse’s station with a tablet on hand, “This is Dr. Wilson she is a senior resident and will assign you to someone’s service, Wilson they’re your problem now good luck.” The chief walks away and we stand in front of Jo.

“Um okay let’s see what we got here.” Jo reads through the tablet, “Parker and Helm you’re with Hunt in trauma, Qadri you’re with Dr. Webber, Schmitt you’re with DeLuca and Karev your with the chief of peds” At least she didn’t call Alex by his last name but I’m still bitter at this unfortunate turn of events. I try not to let my distaste show as Jo dismisses us.

I walk through the hospital and thanks to the directory I find the peds floor pretty quickly. I look around trying to find Alex in the sea of nurses and little kids. I see him by the nurses station talking to a couple I assume are parents of his patient. I wait till the parents leave, I don’t want to cause a scene in front of them. I know I should be a professional and normally I am but when your working with the brother who left you during the worst time of your life all bets are off. As soon as the couple walk away I walk towards Alex and clear my throat indicating my presence. He turns to me and look off guard by me but manages to speak in an even tone.

“Hey what are you doing here?”

“I’m on your service believe it or not.” I try to speak as numbly as I can, there are kids and they don’t need to see a unstable blonde while their recovering.

Alex’s eyebrows are raised as if he’s just as shocked as I was, “Jo sent you?”

“Dr. Wilson sent me yes, is she the kind of person who arranges a family reunion in the guise of an intern working for an attending?” I ask genuinely because I don’t know Jo but from what Aaron said Alex has a habit of hooking up with unstable women.

Alex narrows his eyes, “No she’s not and I would appreciate it if you didn’t make assumptions of a woman I love.”

I inhale to keep my emotions in check and get into the mindset of an intern, “Look can you just give me an assignment so I can get through your service and end this day quickly?”

Alex sees he hit a nerve and relents, “Fine Oscar Montez he’s in for a gall bladder removal. I need you to prep an O.R. take his labs and prep him before surgery.”

I nod tersely and walk away from him to prep an O.R. for my first patient.

Later

Andrew sits next to Carina as they speak in Italian so they won’t get overheard. Carina is upset with her brother over unknowingly sleeping with the sister of the man who almost killed him. Andrew is still in a mind boggle over this situation he somehow got himself in.

“How did you not know who she was? Didn’t she tell you her last name? Karev isn’t that common.” Carina admonishes in Italian.

“It just happened.” Andrew responds in Italian, “We met at the bar we got to talking she said her name was Amber that’s it.”

“And she didn’t tell you her brother works here?”

“No well…” Andrew pauses as he remembers what she told him after they walked in on Carina and Arizona.

“Well, what? She told you didn’t she and you didn’t connect the dots like an idiot.”

“I mean she mentioned having two brothers and one was named Alex but I just thought it was a coincidence and he didn’t tell anyone about a sister named Amber. There weren’t any dots to connect neither of them gave that much information or no information at all.”

Carina raised an eyebrow, “So you slept with a woman you didn’t know anything about beyond her first name?”

Andrew rolls his eyes, “You know I don’t shame you for having random one-night stands with women you know nothing about.”

“Yes, you do, you did that the other night remember?”

“I walked in on you about to sleep with my boss and roommate, and now you’re doing the same thing but with Hunt.” Andrew states annoyingly, “How am I supposed to react?” Just then Levi Schmitt knocks on the door agitating Andrew, “What?!”

Levi looks at them timidly, “S-Sorry um I’m Dr. Schmitt and they put me on your service Dr. DeLuca.”

“Of course, they did.” Andrew says under his breath at the unfortunate timing.

Levi looks at the screen curiously, “What kind of research is this? Can I help?”

“No look I’m busy at the moment so go help Dr. Karev with Oscar Montez do his labs and pre op tell them I sent you.”

Levi looks at him confused, “Uh but he already-”

“Go now that’s an order.” Andrew says tensely, causing Schmitt to walk away in fear. Andrew leans back and pinches the bridge of his nose trying to keep his mind together, “Where were we?”

Carina thinks, “Why did you sleep with her when you knew nothing about her?”

Andrew sighs, “…She seemed nice, I mean she was sarcastic and she had a bad attitude but that was because I kind of hit her and spilled coffee on her when we first met.” Carina’s eyebrows raise at that as he continues, “We ran into each other at the bar and I bought her a meal to apologize. We ate, we talked and eventually she dropped the attitude. She was nice, she was funny, smart she made me laugh and you saw her that night she is hot.”

“Very hot.” Carina adds.

“Yeah, the point is we got around the personal information and I started to like her and she started to like me we flirted and…after we left you two, we went back to her hotel room. I think you know the rest. It was all a coincidence.”

Carina looks at him curiously as a dark thought comes to her, “And she didn’t know who you were? Did you tell her your full name?”

“Um yeah what does that have to do with anything?”

Carina sighs at her brother, “Oh Andrea your still such an innocent bambino.”

Andrew looks at Carina confused, “What are you suggesting?”

“Maybe she knew who you were and wanted to get back at you. Maybe she planned to meet you and sleep with you so she can report you to the chief and get you fired.”

Andrew chuckles thinking it was crazy, “Carina she’s not some KGB sex mole I think I would know that. And why would she target me specifically? I dropped the charges against her brother.”

“Yes, but before that you almost sent him to prison for two years. When I heard about what happened I wanted to punch that man after what he did, perhaps she feels that way about her brother too. Does that sound so crazy?”

Andrew looks at her in thought as the idea starts to make sense. Now that he thought about it Amber was light on the details concerning herself especially her last name. He didn’t think much of it but perhaps his sister was on to something. However a thought stops him from fully considering it.

“She was eager to leave when we were fighting, if she really wanted to get back at me she would have stayed. Why did she leave?”

“You would have thought it suspicious if she stayed. Does she seem smart enough to come to that conclusion? Plus, you chased after her maybe she anticipated that too so she could seduce you back in bed. Was she forward when you came to her?”

Andrew pales at that logic as he has fully considered it now and wants to get ahead of it before another Karev comes after him, “Damn it. And just when I thought this nightmare was over for me.”

Carina looks at her brother sadly over his predicament, “I’m sorry Andrea.”

“So what do I do? Do I report her or something?”

Carina rolls her eyes, “You want to report an intern you slept with while you are technically her boss? I don’t think she needs to fire you if your gonna do it yourself stupid.”

Andrew closes his eyes in despair, “I guess I’ll just ignore her unless it’s about work. Speaking of work, I have to go.” Andrew stands up and walks out the door before adding, “And I know what you want to do but don’t Carina I don’t need my big sister fighting my battles for me. Please leave this alone and do not interrogate her.”

Andrew leaves Carina in the room. Carina looks at her notes before deciding to ignore her brother and find out more about this girl for Andrew’s sake.

Later

After I reserve an O.R. I go to Oscar Montez’s room to do his labs. I wrap the tourniquet around Oscar’s upper arm with my gloves on and grin assuredly at him to make it easier for him. He grins back either to be polite or because he finds me attractive. When it came to teenage boys, they usually fall head over heels for me because I’m fire, whatever that means.

I found from the chart most of his labs were already done and Oscar told me another intern was also here taking his labs. The only thing left was his bloodwork and I didn’t want whatever hungry intern swooping in and stealing my patient. By some coincidence that intern, Schmitt came in stunned by my presence while I wipe an alcohol rub over the vein.

“Oscar’s my patient.”

I raise an eyebrow at his excuse, “No he’s not he’s mine go find your own and try not to steal them this time.”

The guy doesn’t leave as he walks to my side, “I’ve already done the rest of Oscar’s labs, his pre op, he knows me.”

Oscar chimes in, “I-It’s cool.” He looks at me with a smile confirming his attraction to me, “I’m cool with it.”

I smile at him, “Thank you Oscar.” I turn to Schmitt with a glare that catches him off guard, “And you, I don’t know who sent you but you can tell them Dr. Karev sent me here first and to check twice before they screw up again.”

“Well a senior resident specifically instructed me to draw his blood.”

I scoff, “Well Dr. Karev asked me and he’s the attending so I win and you lose now walk away with some of your dignity left.” I try to insert the needle into Oscar’s vein but I miss causing him to yell ow, “Sorry Oscar.”

Schmitt tries to step in, “That’s the wrong angle.”

“Back off.”

“You’ll miss the vein.” Schmitt tries to grab my arm to take over.

My patience reaches its limits, “Schmitt if you don’t take your hands off me in the next two seconds you won’t have hands.” He relents and I try again but miss the vein again causing Oscar to yell ow again. Alex walks in and I put the needle away.

“What’s going on?” Alex asks.

“Dr. Karev, I was just running Oscar’s labs like you asked.” I say in a clipped tone directed at Schmitt.

“There might have been some confusion on who exactly was supposed to do it but…” He looks at the glare I give him and he cowers, “But we’ve totally got it under control.”

Alex puts his gloves on rolling his eyes, “Your butchering his arm Glasses move.” I’m glad Alex thinks it was him and not me because the last thing I want on my first day is to be seen as an incompetent intern who can’t even find a vein.

“Oh no that wasn’t me that was…” Schmitt tries to explain but Alex has none of it as he takes over and we walk to the other side of the bed.

“Don’t expect much from intern’s Oscar, that way you’ll never be disappointed.” I roll my eyes at his comment, “Karev present.”

“But she isn’t even-” Schmitt underestimates me but fortunately I looked at his chart and thanks to my almost eidetic memory I know what the prognosis is and what the surgery is.

“Oscar Montez, 16 has cholestasis that is currently not responding to dietary changes, he’ll need to have his gall bladder removed.”

“And the approach?”

“It has to be open. The scans show adhesions and it’s too difficult to take them down with a minimally invasive approach.”

“Very good Karev.” Alex says and Oscar notices the similar names we have.

“Karev? Is she your sister or something?” The kids question causes a silent moment for me as I come up with an answer.

“Or something.” The response clearly hurts Alex, he’s acting like it doesn’t but I know him well enough that those are his ‘I’m in pain but I’m gonna act like I’m not shoulders’ I guess a small part of me feels bad but I made it clear he’s not family to me and I’m not his family either.

Schmitt chooses now of all times to ask, “Dr. Karev, chief Bailey mentioned that one of us might be able to operate today. I do have O.R. experience.”

I snicker lightly, “O.R. experience, is that what you call it?”

“Do I get a say?” Oscar asks, scared for his life.

Alex glares at Schmitt specifically, “You dropped your glasses in the surgical field.”

I nod amused by it and add for Oscar, “It’s true, I was there it would’ve been a lot less hilarious if the patient didn’t make it.”

Levi looks at me insulted and tries to rectify it, “And I promised that nothing like that will ever happen again.” He points at the stupid sports band holding his glasses in place which doesn’t impress me or Alex.

“Right because I told the nurses I want you on B team today.” Schmitt looks pleased but for some reason I can see this heading south for him.

“Oh, what’s B team?”

Alex explains, “Well if it’s in a bed pan you clean it, if it’s in a barf bucket you clean it, if it’s blood you clean it.” I grin slightly at this as Levi’s face falls from despair while Alex goes back to the patient, “Oscar, well get you prepped in a bit.” Alex leaves the room and I decide to point out the obvious to Schmitt who probably doesn’t have enough social skills to realize.

“He hates you. And frankly I’m not crazy about you either.”

Levi nods, “I might have slept with Dr. Wilson.” That statement causes me to laugh out loud as I would never see a gorgeous woman like her reduce herself to getting in bed with this fumbling mess. The only reasons I could think was she’s desperate, dying or lost a bet and I haven’t seen any of those in our interactions so far.

“I’m gonna go now try to double glove when you’re picking up shit Schmitt.” With that I leave to get Oscar prepped for surgery. Along the way I find DeLuca in the surgical floor sitting at the station going over charts and decide to brighten my day just a bit.

“Hey.” Andrew looks up and sees me before turning his eyes toward the desktop again.

“Hey.” Andrew sounds aloof for some reason but I try to look past it and engage him in conversation.

“So, first day here is a bust so far. I was supposed to do labs for a peds patient but then Glasses comes in saying he was sent by a resident. I practically had to fight him over the damn needle and like an idiot I botched up the bloodwork…twice. Don’t tell anyone though.”

“Well, uh you’re an intern and interns are supposed to make mistakes.”

“Did you stab a person twice in the arm on your first day here?”

“No but I did accidentally pose as an attending and got caught when a resident tried to get me to stabilize a woman’s spine on my first day.”

I widen my eyes at that statement and my curiosity is peaked, “Really?” For some reasons hearing that he has war stories at work makes him more attractive. Maybe it’s because I’m comforted in not being the only messed up one out of the two of us.

“Yeah it’s as bad as it sounds trust me.”

“I would be shocked if it wasn’t.” Andrew grins slightly at my comment, it’s a first real reaction I got out of him today so I go for the kill, “Maybe you can elaborate more tonight assuming I’m still alive and not exhausted to death. I was thinking a night in town like we said.”

Andrew looks up at me with a solemn look that I haven’t seen in him since we first met. I don’t know what his problem is, could he already know about my past from working with Alex? I don’t know why Alex would tell people that part of my life that is mine to tell alone. Especially since he was clearly so ashamed of our family that he left as soon as he could and never looked back. I know I did the same thing but there weren’t any loose ends to tie when I left. Aaron was somewhat sane, and I kept my distance from mom, there was no one to leave behind in that hell hole. Could Andrew have figured it out somehow and that’s why he hasn’t given me a clear answer?

I mentally shrug it off, he’s a doctor he’s probably had a long day and doesn’t feel like going out tonight.

“Unless you’ve had a long day and you want to reschedule?”

He chuckles lightly for some reason, “I have had a long and stressful day, you wouldn’t believe it.”

I nod understanding, “Okay so how about tomorrow night then? You can pick out the place as long as it’s not that disgusting bar we met at last time. I can still feel the sticky residue on my fingertips.”

He licks his lips and looks at me in thought before answering, “Um…yeah tomorrow night would be good for me. I’ll text you the deets assuming you’ll give me your number this time.”

I grin at him, “Okay but let’s not exchange phones out in the open. I’m not up for exposing my sex life in public so…” I write my number discretely on a sticky note by the station and drop it in front of him. He takes it and puts it in his coat pocket. He looks somewhat tense and I want to ask what his problem is but he speaks before I ask.

“I’ll uh I’ll text you.”

“Great I hope it’s soon. I have to go see you later.” I turn and walk away from him as I walk down the hall and enter the elevator, I exhale a sigh of relief at my good fortune when someone stops the doors from closing all the way. I see a woman I think I recognize entering the elevator with me where only two of us occupy the space. She has a serious look on her face like she means business and after a few seconds I know where I’ve met her. She’s Andrew’s sister.

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Carina enters the elevator slowly and stands next to Amber who looks at her strangely. When she saw her passing her number to Andrew at the station, she knew she had to do this if her brother didn’t. She wants to protect Andrew from having his heart broken and possibly getting fired because of some vindictive woman who holds a grudge for her brother and will do anything to exact revenge no matter who gets hurt.

Amber looks at her curiously, “Um hi I almost didn’t recognize you with clothes on.” Amber chuckles to ease the tension, “I don’t think we properly met, I’m Dr. Amber Karev and-” Carina stops her midsentence when she pulls the stop button stopping the elevator. Amber looks at her confused as Carina faces her with a serious look.

“W-Why did you just do that? Is there something wrong or-” Carina ignores her question and instead grabs her face so she can look her in her blue eyes as she interrogates her. She notes that her eyes are a unique blue with a greenish tint but she moves on from that. She needs to know what is going on and if her brother is in danger once again. Amber stands still clearly intimidated which is exactly what Carina was hoping for before speaking to her for the first time.

“Are you a good person?”

Amber blinks with Carina’s hands still on both sides of her head, “What?”

Carina clarifies, “Are you a good person? Not perfect just morally do you consider yourself a good person?”

“I…This is very confusing for me.”

Carina ignores her comment and repeats herself, “Are you?”

“Um…Y-Yes.”

Carina continues, “Have people called you a good person before? Have you ever been accused of being manipulative or used anyone to get your own way?” Amber still looks at her confused but answers fearing what will happen if she doesn’t.

“Um no I haven’t if I did, I would’ve gone into politics instead of medicine.”

“Your funny.” Carina states matter of fact, “How many sexual partners have you had? I won’t judge.”

“Men or women or otherwise?”

“All of the above.”

Amber mentally counts, “…8 well 9 but I don’t know if it counts by your standards. I’m sorry, what is this about? I am very confused and a little scared right now.”

“It’ll be over soon; do you have a criminal record?”

“No well yes but it’s a juvie record and it was sealed when I turned 18.”

“What was the crime?”

Amber looks at her shyly as if ashamed of herself, “I might have possibly bashed a man’s knee with a crowbar but I don’t know you well enough to get into it and I was sent to juvie for three months after that.”

Carina tries to look past that as she can tell this girl has a rough past that led her to do that to someone, “Do you have any siblings?” She knows the answer but wants to hear Amber’s response.

“Two brothers. One works here and the other is in Iowa, he’s a mover.”

“Are you close with them?” Carina keeps a close eye on her reaction.

Amber shakes her head, “No we’re not it’s…it’s complicated and until last month I haven’t talked to the brother who works here for almost a decade.”

“Why is that?”

Amber sighs as if old memories are haunting her, “Because he left me when I needed him the most and I have resented him for it. I would elaborate but I don’t think a horror story is what you need before going to bed tonight.”

Carina sees that Amber is telling the truth, when the subject turned to her brother she didn’t flinch or grovel. She just gave an honest answer, “How old are you?”

“23.”

Carina looks at her slightly shocked at her age, “That’s awfully young to be a doctor, were you a genius baby?”

Amber shakes her head, “N-No I was just really desperate to get out of town and my mom was a librarian so I spent a lot of time reading books.”

Carina is impressed with her but stays on task, “Okay final question, what did you know about Andrew DeLuca before sleeping with him?”

Amber looks at her even more surprised if that was possible, “I guess he’s closer to you than he let on that night.”

“He is my baby brother.” Carina states coldly, “I love him and it’s my job to protect him, even if he can be an idiota sometimes. Now tell me what you knew about him that night before you two had sex. Tell me the truth and I won’t be mad I swear.”

Amber swallows but decides to be quick about it and state the facts, “Um…I didn’t know much about him. I met him at a bar and we ran into each other at work that morning, that’s how we recognized each other. When we first met he spilled cold coffee down my chest and elbowed me in the nose. I was pissed at him when we saw each other again but he offered to apologize in food and I took it because he seemed sweet and he wasn’t creepy about it like most guys. I knew he worked here but I didn’t get matched here until a month later so…now I’m just waiting to see where it goes if it goes anywhere.”

Carina looks into her eyes and sees what she was hoping for, complete and udder lack of malice. She knows now that this girl isn’t out to get Andrew and it was all just some coincidence on both of their parts. For once her brother was right and she was wrong making it both reassuring and annoying.

She shakes her head at her, “Your just another innocent bambina in this aren’t you?”

Amber looks at her blankly trying to process what just happened, “…If I say yes will you push that button and let me walk out of this elevator alone?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes I am an innocent…whatever you called me.” Carina finally stands back, pushes the button and keeps her hands to herself. Amber is still standing there frozen from shock until the elevator doors open and Amber walks out like her life depends on it.

That Night

My shift is over, it’s been a grueling 24 hours but I survived them with my sanity intact. Although my mind is still at a fog from my encounter with Carina DeLuca at the elevator. When she was interrogating me in there I was taken back and frightened. I don’t know what about me gave the impression I was manipulating Andrew that night we first saw each other. I barely said two words to her because she was preoccupied with reuniting with Andrew and I was in the middle of it along with Dr. Robbins. If anything her behavior that night was more alarming than mine at least one of us was wearing a shirt. I shake it off and decide to just get home and rest before the next day.

I try to ignore the blisters on my feet as I walk inside the locker room with Casey and Helm where I find the others just as exhausted.

“Wait did you scrub in?” Dahlia asks Casey after noticing the blood on his top.

“No but I was really close to Dr. Kepner when she shoved her hand in a gaping leg wound.”

I sit on the bench massaging my knees, “At least you saw a gaping leg wound.”

“I didn’t even get to see a leg.” Helm adds.

“Did anyone scrub in today?” I ask and they all say no to my relief. It would kill me if Glasses or Roy got to scrub in before I did. All of us are disappointed that the job we’ve always wanted is just B level grunt work.

“Are we ever gonna set foot in an O.R.?” Casey asks.

I chuckle, “Schmitt won’t in our lifetime.” He looks at me offended.

Helm smiles, “Hold it Schmitt was the first to kill a patient, Vik you owe me 20 bucks.” I chuckle at that as Schmitt tries to defend himself.

“I didn’t kill a patient.”

I grin at him before deciding to tell the others, I’ve had a weird day and I need something to take the edge off and making fun of Glasses is working so far, “No he just dropped his glasses in an open body cavity in the O.R. before he even started here.” All of them laugh and are shocked by my statement.

“Wait.” Dahlia chimes in, “Your Glasses?!”

I laugh, “Oh yeah I was there and it was worse than I made it sound.”

“You were all over Twitter!” Roy tells Schmitt with a laugh.

“Wasn’t the patient a little kid?” Helm asks.

“Yeah, I said it was worse than I made it sound.”

Schmitt stands up clearly having enough of the jokes and yells out, “My face was sweating and they accidentally slipped off!” I continue to laugh until I see chief Bailey approach behind him with a blank expression.

“Hello chief Bailey.” We all stand up and face her like soldiers going into battle which isn’t that far from what we’re doing.

“Who’s on call?” Bailey asks some of them raise their hands but I don’t since my shift ended, “A big rig flipped over on the five. Incomings about 8 minutes out.”

Helm is still hungry for surgery like us and asks what’s on our minds, “This means that one of us will get to scrub in tonight, right?”

Bailey looks at us confused, “Why would you say that?”

“This morning you said that one of us will get the opportunity to operate today.” Vik clarifies.

The chief looks at us astounded, “What I said was that today you would have the opportunity to prove yourselves ready to scrub in, not that you would scrub in today. Now, seeing as how all of you are doctors, I would think that you were smart enough to understand that difference.” We all stand there shocked at her statement, even me as I also hoped to scrub in on a surgery, “I don’t see anyone moving.” The interns on call exit out, “And what are you all still here for? You just finished your first day as a surgeon. Congratulations, go home.”

Bailey leaves us and I purse my lips at the cruel intention of getting us amped up only to be sourly disappointed in the end. It was like high school all over again, only I didn’t have black hair with green streaks. And instead of a promposal from Connor Lendel it was a surgery I was hoping for.

Casey is just as shocked, “The chief played us.”

I bitterly nod, “Yep like fiddles with MD’s”

Schmitt tries to chime in for some reason, “I mean she technically didn’t say that we-” We all groan and admonish him over his bad timing.

I put my casual clothes on, grab my backpack and get out of the hospital for a much needed power nap.

#grey's anatomy #greys anatomy #greysanatomyedit #greysedit #alex karev #jo wilson #andrew deluca #carina deluca #amber karev #elizabeth gillies #liz gillies #protective siblings

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I actually don’t have anything against Musiala because he never actually said anything about Gavi, it was 22 year old Davies throwing shade at an 18 year old and I get that liking the post just fuelled the fire but I understand he was only 19/20 and was feeling sad about losing out on a prestigious award he clearly valued (and I also don’t think he was aware of just how much people were already hating on Gavi because up until then it was mainly just madrid fans). Shitty of him but I don’t think he had anything against Gavi personally. That doesn’t take away from the fact that people used it to throw all kinds of horrible comments at him and you can’t just sweep that under the rug because he said it doesn’t affect him. What else is he supposed to say? Any other thing and people would call him a cry baby or “niñato” like they like to say in spain which is basically like a brat.

I think people, including cules, see him on the field with all his fire and fearlessness taking on guys twice his size and age and because he is tough mentally then it doesn’t matter how much hate he gets because he can take, he is strong, he lives for football so who cares what happens outside the pitch. But like the other anon said, if it didn’t affect him he wouldn’t haven been so fast in defending Cuba when that guy made those comments. Because he knows what it’s like to have the media against you since he was 17 and I don’t care what anyone says, the kind of comments they have made about him would affect anyone let alone a literal kid 🙄

(And I also will never forget how no one made anything when the Nations League celebration thing happened, the only one who tried to calm the crowd was fucking Carvajal)

Musiala didn't "only" like the post he also quoted it on twitter agreeing with what was said and I really don't buy the whole he didn't know about the hate train thing because players spend a lot more time on social media than you'd think. And even if he didn't know, he's still a bitter bitch for acting the way he did and his age is not an excuse. Gavi was even younger but could you see him doing the same if he was in musiala's shoes? No. Obviously Davies is even worse but let's not act like he's blameless. Their little tantrum resulted in too much abuse thrown at Gavi for me to care about any excuse they might come up with so it's going to be fuck Davies, fuck musiala and fuck Nagglesmann forever! I also think it's ironic that it was Bayern related people who had the most to say about Gavi winning his Copa only for them to be one of the first clubs to try to steal him from us the second the information about his contract being unregistered was made public 🥴 we're all Gavi fans at the end of the day.

And yeah the fact that he was the youngest present at the day of the nations league celebration and he was literally forced to speak to the crowd when he didn't even want to yet no one but Carvajal kinda tried to get people to stop. Will never forgive Jordi for that but again we all know he's a weakling and can't be relied on 😒😒 I also think it's very ironic (and sad) that the two times Gavi was defended publicly was by RM players 💀 Carvajal that day and Tchouaméni when he defended him after Spanish media tried to run the story that Gavi injured him... Life is so funny sometimes

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hello! welcome back to my FMA Characters as Taylor Swift albums!!! previous albums are here:

debut, fearless (taylor’s version), speak now (taylor’s version), RED (taylor’s version), 1989 (taylor’s version)

now, let’s talk about the old taylor- oh no, she can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh… CAUSE SHES DEAD:

𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

Edward Elric

- time for THE comeback album bitches

- taylor has described this album as her most metal album (she was going through it and LYING), but while i disagree with that regard i still think there is something to that idea. taylor initially described it as finding love in the darkest of times, which is true. the album focuses more on the idea and fears of a relationship based on past loves and her world as a whole. and while that relationship is no longer happening, the message of the album still holds true.

- "my world is uninhabitable for most, no one can stay. but you're staying?"

- there is though, still a hint of venom or anger at times in the album. mainly towards the media or certain people who tried to destroy her career by lying through there teeth and putting her through years of media abuse, BUT WERE NOT HERE FOR THAT RANT BY KELLY SO ILL SHUT UP, but it's also anger towards her circumstances about the life she had chosen and didn't fully realize what she was getting into

- as when she signed on to be a country singer at 16 being a celebrity was a very different experience and meaning than our current idea of it as social media was no where near as prevalent

- it's those ideas why i think reputation is ed.

- ed is someone who made a decision years ago and is now forever facing the consequences and blaming himself not only for it but all the aftershocks it's caused in the beobles he's loves lives

- and here's to my real friends, they don't care about the HE SAID SHE SAID! and here's to my baaaaaaby, HE AINT READING WHAT THEY CALL ME LATELY! and here's to my mammmmma, HAD TO LISTEN TO ALL THIS DRAMA! *the other shoe drops*

- that's not even metaphorical SHE ACTUALLY THROWS A SHOE ON THE GROUND AT THAT POINT. LIKE SHE IS EMPHASIZING HOW THE STRAIN IT PUT ON HER AND HER FAMILY + WHILE HER MOTHER WAS DEALING WITH HER CANCER WAS ONE OF THE FINAL STRAWS FOR HER!!!!!!)

- i'm sorry, i'm not, i just fucking love this song

- and though the people in his life don't blame him, as neither do the ones in taylor's that we can tell through her songs, he knows he doesn't make it easier to know it be around him. (even before he discovers the conspiracy). he is angry and upset about what has happened to him but also knows that he got himself into this situation. so while he doesn't necessarily fight it he is annoyed by it.

- he also feels very indebted to making things right and is going out of his way to help and save everyone which is a lot for anyone to take on ESPECIALLY at his young age, which is something that has been seen in taylor's past albums and echos of defeat in this one

- i think in general edward deserves a LWYMMD moment as only hot people get those and ed's been through enough shit in life he deserves it.

- also the love songs on this album feel very shocked and surprised, blushing and unable to speak. which is how we often see ed reacting to winry (cause he's 14 and has a crush on a girl ohhhhhhhhhhhh).

- they're unsure and exciting, the narrator doesn't know how to deal with it. it goes from being excited to being upset and confused to admitting guilt over situations but also not regretting it as it freed them.

- the love songs are all about finding a love that's new and exciting a real. not just the idea of love to go off of but a real love between two people. which is what edwin can be seen with as childhood friends to lovers. as both are almost blindsided by their feelings and even propose to each other in the most awkward way imaginable and both get flustered.

#kelly babels #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist (taylor’s version)#reputation #taylor swift #edward elric #kelly watches things

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The Nanny

WARNING: This story contains strong language and sexual themes. If you are UNDER the age of 18 - GO AWAY!

Summary:

Everything was going well for you. A good paying job, just graduated with your masters in child psychology and development along with your teaching certificate. Things seemed to be on the up and up until your boyfriend’s ego go in the way. Before you knew it you were living with your mom again in your childhood bedroom. You decided that rather than wallow in self pity, you’d put your degree to some use only that seemed to be harder than you thought. At the end of your rope you decided to look at the private ads and answered one for a single working father with two daughters. That turned out to be one of the best decisions you ever made.

Chapter 2: Song and Dance

Hectic mornings meant it was going to be a hectic day. Chasing around one four year old to get ready in the morning was hard. Now double it. Then there was making sure they were fed and didn’t mess up their clothes before they managed to leave the house. If one of the girls wasn’t throwing a fit about what they wanted for breakfast, they were squabbling.

“Papa!” Mimiko wailed as she tugged on Suguru’s pant leg, “Nanako hurt my dolly and won’t give her back!”

Before he could respond, Nanako came running, “No, I didn’t! She took my dolly! She hurt hers and tried to take mine!”

“Liar!” Mimiko shouted, “You hurt mine first!”

It was far too early for any of this and he’d not yet had an ounce of caffeine. Suguru put on his kindest face and knelt down on their level, “Well, we’ll have to take her to the doctor so she can get better, now won’t we?”

The girls nodded, “Yeah!”

“Right, but to do that we have to get to the car. I’ll take her to the doll doctor and when you get home from school she’ll be all better.”

“Okay papa!” Mimiko beamed. She ran to the door and began putting on her shoes with Nanako following suit.

“Thank god, that worked.” He sighed.

The girls continued to squabble on the way to school. No matter how many warnings he gave there wasn’t much he could do aside from a stern look in the rearview mirror. He thought he was through the worst of this when they were toddlers. He would stand corrected. The girls were only four and he had fourteen more years of similar arguments and who knows what else to deal with. He loved them with all his heart, but fuck if parenting wasn’t hard. Especially being a single parent. If there was ever an emergency or one of the girls was sick and needed to be taken home or literally anything else, he was the only one to call. Everyone knew that Suguru had kids and never batted an eye when he had to leave a meeting to take a call or leave early because of them. Lately, there seemed to be an uptick in him needing to leave work to pick up one or both of his kids. At work there was also a project that he was in charge of and that was also demanding most of his time. He knew that he couldn’t be in two places at once but what was he to do?

“Just get a nanny.” Satoru said as he took a bite of his lunch.

“Get a nanny and neglect my kids like you do?” Suguru jabbed.

Satoru frowned, “I don’t neglect Megumi and Tsumiki! I still spend time with them! They’re old enough to know that I have responsibilities too. A nanny just helps me out when I need it. I have my strengths, but I can’t be in two places at once and neither can you.”

Suguru hated it when Satoru was right. A nanny seemed like a good idea. His girls were little and they needed more attention and assistance than he could offer in his current role. He did his best to be there for them and make sure they knew that they were loved but wearing himself thin wasn’t going to help anyone.

A knowing grin spread across his friend’s face, “Ahh! I see you thinking about it!”

Suguru rolled his eyes, “Yeah, but I don’t have time to review applications. I’m already neck deep in this project.”

Satoru nodded, “True.” He sat thinking for moment, “Just have your assistant do it. Have her give you the best applications so that way you can kill two birds with one stone.” He took another heaping bite of his lunch.

“I don’t want to involve her in my personal affairs. That’s not what she gets paid to do.” Suguru ran a hand through his dark hair and leaned back in his chair.

“Wrong.” Satoru said with a mouth half full. He swallowed before he continued, “Your assistant gets paid to do whatever you need her to do and if you need her to sort through applications for a nanny, if that’s what you need. If you wanna pay her extra to do so, then by all means do, but she’s your assistant. It’s literally her job to help you.”

Once again, his friend was right. The job of an executive assistant was to help their executive in whatever they needed (within reason). He still hated the idea of getting his assistant involved in his personal affairs but he really, really needed the help.

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When you got settled in at your mom’s house, you turned your phone back on. Just as you expected, your now ex had blown up your phone. Texts filled to the brim with venom, voicemails of screaming and crying and incoherent babbling. That filled you with some joy in through that whole ordeal. For days that man tried to get a hold of you waiting to scream his lungs out at you but you just blocked his number and moved on.

“He can stay mad and die mad for all I care.” You thought as you scrolled through social media. That was really all you do at the time. The further down you scrolled, you found that he had posted a video of the damage and calling you out by name. People were calling you out in the comments and your DMs were on fire. You didn’t care. You felt no need to justify yourself to anyone in his circle and proceeded to delete their messages and block them. He was a piece of garbage and deserved what you did. He’s lucky that you didn’t leave the sink and tub running. He was being a little dramatic but when wasn’t he? You smiled a smug, spiteful smile crossed your lips as you continued to scroll by. Fuck him and anyone associated with with him.

For weeks you were doing the bare minimum to stay alive. You’d only leave your room if it was absolutely necessary. Your appetite was in the garbage, so you hardly ate. What normally felt like it took little energy to do, now felt like it took everything in you to complete. The only thing keeping you going at this point were your cats. They would never let you forget to feed them nor did they ever leave your side. They knew that something was wrong with you and so I did your mom.

“You’ve spent the last three days locked in your room. You need some sun!” She’d say pulling open your curtains. As much as you wanted to just rot away, she would never let that happen. Your mom did all she could to check in on you and make sure you were okay. She always dragged you out from your depression cave against your will. You looked like death every time, but she happily toted you around town with her. Sometimes it was the grocery store or she would take you to the bookstore. When she knew you didn’t have it in you to venture out, you and your mom would sit in the living room watching movies or a TV show on any one of the many streaming services that you shared. While you never said it, you were eternally grateful for her attentiveness and willingness to make sure you didn’t slip further. You were the only thing she had left and she would be damned if she was going to lose you too.

You took things day by day. It was a slow and hard process to get over a break up but you slowly began to piece yourself and your life back together by applying for jobs and hanging out with the loyal friends you had left. You still had more bad days than good days. No one said that healing was a clear, straight path. All that mattered is that you were moving forward.

Fuck a break up. Finding a new job was somehow the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. You applied to day care centers, schools, after school programs and anywhere you could to work with kids. The only problem was, you’d go in for the interview and the process would go well. Then you’d leave on cloud nine with how well you did to then only get an email a few days later that you were passed up for someone else or never hear back. This same song and dance continued for months. No one would tell you what you did wrong or what made someone else more qualified than you. It was tiring and a confidence killer.

“Ugh!” You groaned at yet another rejection email, “Fuck this! I’m better off being a fucking prostitute at this point!” After you beat your head against the wall for a few seconds something occurred to you, “Private ads. I should check out the private ads. Someone is bound to need a private teacher or nanny for their kids.”

You were right. There were tons of parents looking for help. You sent off your resume to just about every ad that looked promising or that wouldn’t end up with you dead in a ditch. You were thrilled with the amount of calls that you had coming in. You had interviews with parents for days. Only this round of interviews led to a whole new host of problems. Most parents that you met, had unrealistic expectations of what you’d be doing with and for their kids nor did their pay line up with that they’d advertised. Others were swing couples using the guise of needing a nanny to meet a new partner. There were only a small few that actually needed a nanny and had their heads on straight. Out of those, came the classic excuse of, “We still have others to consider for the position” or “We’ll be in touch.” You knew anyone who uttered those phrases would do neither of those things. So, you mentally discarded those meetings and kept sending out resumes.

You were buried under blankets with your cats settled on your legs when your mom came knocking at your door.

“Sweetie? Are you ready yet?” She asked, “I’m really excited to try this new ramen at our favorite spot”

“Oh shit…” you muttered. You forgot what day it was! Tuesdays were the days you and your mom went out to eat together. The two of you decided it was a good way to spend time together as well as keep you out of your depression cave.

“I’ll be ready in a minute, mom!” You shouted.

“Okay. I’ll be in the car!” You could hear the jingle of her keys as she walked away.

You slammed your laptop shut and tossed it to the side,“Move Mochi!” You picked up your fat tabby cat who was clearly comfortable and place him next to his brother. Mochi looked at you like you shat in his cereal then walked off.

Typical cat…

You rolled your eyes then hopped up and ran to your closet. You picked the first thing you could grab then bolted down the stairs and to your mom’s car. You hopped in the passenger seat out of breath. You made the mistake of looking at your mom who was clearly annoyed.

“You forgot what day it was, didn’t you?” She asked.

“I’m sorry! I was deep into applying for jobs.” You replied sheepishly.

“Hmmmm…” She hummed, “Well, I guess you could make it up to me by being my partner in a ramen eating challenge.”

“Mom!” Your eyes went as wide as saucers,”You’re too old for ramen eating challenges!”

Your mom let out a playful scoff, “Age ain’t nothin’ but a number!” She let out a witches cackle as she pulled away from the house.

The two of you pulled up to the ramen spot and your mom had fire in her eyes. She was definitely going to try this ramen challenge with or without you.

“Did you change your mind yet, sweetie?” Your mom asked as you two sat at a table.

“Eh. Why not. Sides, I think I can eat more ramen than you.” You jeered.

Your mom let out another cackle and proceeded to order the Monster Ramen challenge for the two of you to tackle. You were excited. Your mom was excited. This was the most fun you two had in weeks. The two of you were chattering back and forth when your phone rang. you. The number was unfamiliar so you figured it was a potential client calling from one of the nanny/ private teacher positions you’d been applying for.

You excused yourself to answer, “Hello?”

“Hello, is this Y/N?” Asked a young lady.

“This is she. May I ask who is calling?” She sounded too young to be a parent but you never knew.

“Yes, My name is Amani Riko. I’m calling on behalf of Mr. Geto Suguru.”

You choked on your own saliva when she said that name. You’d applied to so many positions you never once thought to check the name.

“Are you alright?” Riko asked after hearing you choke.

You chuckled nervously, “Yes! I’m fine.”

“After reviewing your resume, Mr. Geto would like to meet with you for an interview. He’s very busy during the week so weekends are the only time he’s free. I hope that works for you.” You could heard the click of a keyboard on the other end.

You did find it strange to have a weekend interview but at this point the interview could have been at 11 o’clock at night in some dive bar and you would have still said yes, “That’s fine. Is Saturday at nine a good time?” You asked mentally running your calendar.

“Hm….” Riko hummed as she ran through her boss’s calendar, “Can you meet at one instead?”

“Sure.” You chirped.

“Great! I’ll put you down for 1pm this Saturday and I’ll send you the details of where he’d like to meet.” Riko said as she typed away.

The smile on your face was so wide you thought if someone looked at you that they’d think you were crazy. You bid Riko a good day and hung up.

You practically ran back to the table, “Mom, you’ll never guess who just called me!” You were about to tell her when the waitress and two other men came out with pot sized bowls of ramen for the two of you. They weren’t kidding when they said ‘Monster.’

“I’ll just tell her later.” you thought as you sat back down, “For now, let’s tackle this monster!”

You had a blast with your Mom that day. You two didn’t win the challenge but it was still a great meal and an even better bonding experience. The two of you practically waddled out of the ramen restaurant like two cartoon characters with full round bellies as you made your way back to the car.

“We gotta do this again sometime. Maybe we can win if we try harder.” Your mom said as she slid in the driver's seat.

“No. Mom, we are not professional eaters. Maybe we can go back for a normal sized bowl of ramen next time.” You said as you took the passenger side. The two of you closed your doors at the same time and looked at each other with stern looks. You held your mothers gaze for a silent beat before she started to snicker. Then you started to crack and before you knew it the two of you were dying of laughter. As the laughing fit subsided, it occurred to you that you still haven’t told your mom the news.

“Oh! Mom! Guess what!” You posed as you excitedly flapped your hands.

She pushed the start button on her car, “What, honey?”

“I got an interview!” Your voice pitched higher with excitement.

Your mom on the other hand didn’t seem to excited, “You’ve had a ton of Interviews. What’s different about this one?”

“It’s with Geto Suguru! The Geto Suguru of G-tech Industries!!” You let out a happy squeal like a teenage girl. You searched your mother’s blank expression for any shred of excitement. She seemed genuinely lost.

“Honey, you’re going to have to explain who that is because I don’t keep up to date with that kind of stuff.” She said as she shifted the car into drive.

Your excitement was promptly extinguished when you realized that not only would you have to explain who he was but what he did and so on and so forth. It took the entire car ride home to explain how WILD of an opportunity this was for you. She didn’t really get the entire picture but she understood enough to be on the same page.

“So? Isn’t that crazy! Out of all the people he could have chose to meet with- he wants to meet with me!” You bounced in your seat as excitement took over you once again.

“Your credentials must have impressed him. I mean I’m not all that surprised, you’re my daughter after all.” She shot a proud glance your way.

You gave a proud smile in return. “Let’s just hope he isn’t as much of a flirt as his cohort…” you thought as you continued chatting with your mom as you continued home.

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Why? Why did this have to be so damn hard? Suguru was used to putting in hard work but even with Riko’s help, finding a good nanny seemed to be nigh impossible. A lot of candidates looked good on paper, but interviewing them was a whole other story. Some were too old to keep up with the girls. Some were too young and didn’t seem trustworthy and others flat out lied on their resumes clearly hoping not to be called out on their bullshit. Either way, four weeks of this garbage was starting to wane on him. He was hoping that the interviews Riko had set up for him this weekend would be the last of it. He was lucky that Nanami had been willing to watch the girls on the weekends while he interviewed people. While he did pay Nanami, he owed him so much more than money.

Saturday rolled around faster than he would have liked, he wasn’t looking forward to wasting one of his only days with his daughters but this was for their benefit after all. He had just made the girls breakfast when his cell phone rang.

“Hello?” He answered still half awake.

“Hey, Suguru...” Came a hoarse voice.

“No… no, no, no, no, no…” He thought in a panic, “Kento?”

“Yeah… I’m so sorry, but it looks like Yuji caught something at school and passed it along to me.”

Suguru took a deep breath, “No need to apologize. It happens. Feel better soon.”

“Thank you.” Nanami coughed.

“Shit…” He hissed.

While he didn’t want the girls to meet their new nanny until he’d finally picked one so, maybe this was a blessing in disguise. He could see how the girls interacted with their prospective nanny and vice versa. The more he thought about it the more the idea seemed to grow on him. It was either bring them with or risk losing a potential nanny that might actually be a good fit. So, he opted to bring them along. He shot his interviews a text telling them that there had been a change of plans and the meeting place would be a little different than expected. He left his phone on the table and went about getting ready for the day along with the girls.

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Your morning could have gone any more wrong if you fell down the stairs and broke your leg. You had your interview outfit all picked out and ready to go on your bed. When you came from the shower you saw Yuki throwing up all over your blouse and blazer.

“Yuki!! You have the ENTIRE FLOOR! Why did you pick MY CLOTHES TO PUKE ON!?” You rushed over and shooed him away. He only made it a few more steps before puking again on your skirt

“Come on!” You whined. You had no time to toss it in the washer nor did you think to have a back up outfit clean and ready. You tossed the ruined clothes in your overflowing hamper and slumped with a sigh. You were on the verge of tears when Something occurred to you, “Mom…” you muttered. Then it hit you full force, “MOM!!” You yelled as you barreled down the hall and down the stairs in an oversized night shirt you tossed on to cover your naked body.

“MOM, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom!” You sounded like an impatient toddler as you tried to get her attention.

“Is everything okay? Did something happen?” She asked as her brows furrowed together.

“Mom,” you yelled for the last time, “Yuki threw up all over my clothes and now I have nothing to wear for this interview! Can I PLEASE wear some of your clothes?” It all came out sounding like one sentence. Your mom sat in her chair processing what you had just said for a second you thought she might say she didn’t have anything for you that would suit you. That was when she snapped her fingers and lit up.

“I got just the thing! Follow me!” She hopped out of her chair and jogged up to her bedroom. You followed closely behind, wondering what she could possibly have in mind. While you and your mom were similar in body type She was taller than you and sometimes her style clashed with yours. You could only hope and pray she wouldn’t have you looking like an old woman or something out of an experimental fashion magazine. You watched as she paged through her closet like a well versed book.

“Where is it?” She mumbled, “I know I still have it.” She flipped back and forth between a down right ugly shirt and a power suit. One more brightly colored blazer to the left she sprang up, “Ah! Here it is! I knew I kept it!” She pulled out a high waisted pinstripe suspender jumpsuit. She handed them to you with a look of pure excitement. You were a little skeptical on how they would look on you but you didn’t really have any other options at this point. You walked down the hall to your room and closed the door behind you. You managed to find a black and white button up to go with the outfit. When you put it all together you were pleasantly surprised with how you looked. The high waist hugged you nicely and the pant legs flared out giving you comfort and style… except they were too long. You looked like a child that was wearing her mothers clothes. You hiked them up and waddled back to your mom’s room.

She hopped off her bed, “Gah! Look at you! You look so cute!” She giddily clapped her hands together with a wide smile.

You grimaced, “Mom, the legs.”

She fanned a hand at you dismissively, “Oh, that’s an easy fix.”

You watched as she rummaged through the drawer on her nightstand and pulled out a small sewing kit. She dramatically motioned you over to a small step stool next to her dresser. You chuckled and shook your head as you walked over. You took your place on your pedestal and watched as your mom worked her magic. She had been a seamstress for over thirty years. You had seen her work on others and yourself multiple times but she never ceased to amaze you with how fast and accurate she was. It was

“Aaaaaannnnd there! It’s just a simple basting stitch which will hold for now. I’ll make it permanent when you get home.” She eyed her handy work with a proud smile.

You hopped off the stool and gave a little twirl. The height was perfect. You hugged your mom tight, “Thanks, mom. You’re a life saver.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” She hugged you back just as tight.

You pulled away and gave her a kiss on her cheek before running back to your room to get ready. You looked at the time and realized you needed to get going like NOW! You did your hair and makeup keeping it simple. You grabbed a white cross body bag and a pair of heeled Mary Janes. You tossed your keys and phone in your bag and made it down the stairs without shoes in hand. You sat on the small stoop, cursing as you wrestled with the small buckle of your shoes aiming to put them on in record time.

“Ding!” Your phone sang from your purse. You pulled your phone out to see a message from an unknown number. You opened the message to find the following:

“Hello Y/N, this is Geto Suguru. I hope that you don’t mind, but there’s been a change in venue. Please meet me at the following address.”

You paste the address into Google to find that it was a cafe next to a park.

“Maybe if I run I can make it…” you thought sarcastically. This new place was actually twenty minutes further than the first place. Now you had two options- tell him you’d be late or run to your mom again. Yea, the train was fast but you were already running behind and the only thing that would save your skin now was borrowing your mom’s car.

“You’re still here! I thought you had to go?” You heard from down the hall.

“Mom! Can I borrow your car?” You asked as you hopped up to face her.

Her brow furrowed, “I can give you a ride, but I’m not letting you take my car.”

You clapped your hands together and begged, “Mom, please! I promise I’ll bring it back in one piece!”

“No. Do you remember what happened to your car!” She put her hands on her hips.

“I crashed it…” you mumbled under your breath, “But that was the past! It wasn’t even my fault!” You yelled trying to Gloss over the subject.

“That was six months ago! And I don’t care!! Either, I drive you or no deal.” Her expression was hard. Your mom trusted you with a lot of things but driving was not one of them. Granted the accident wasn’t your fault but it was clear she was not budging.

You glanced at the cat clock on the wall watching the seconds tick down as its tail and eyes moved from side to side. You did not have the time for this. As the minute hand ticked forward you had no choice but to give, “Fine! Please, give me a ride! I’ll make it up to you later!”

Your mom was far too smug for your liking, “That’s what I thought.” She slipped on her sandals and grabbed her keys.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk manga #geto suguru #writeblr #writing #anime #fanfiction #fanfic #fic writing #written by me #written by empress kiki

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missvelvetsstuff · 2 years

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With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies?

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve x Nat, Reader x ?????

Prologue

Chapter 1

Note: idk if I like this story but I have to get it out of my head, probably 2-3 chapters left after this one. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

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After Y/N had slept for almost 24 hours and eaten enough to fill her up, Nat approached her in the kitchen.

"Tony is having a party tonite, to celebrate finding Loki's scepter. He gave me his credit card so do you want to go get a dress for tonite? And maybe some clothes so you aren't stuck in Avengers sweats all the time? We can have lunch and get our hair and nails done as well." She smirked "We can find a blue dress for you, it's Steve's favorite color."

Y/N felt her face flush "Why would I be worried about what Steve likes?"

Nat grinned "I'm a spy, I know how to read people and both of you are giving off some serious vibes. Trust me, he's into you too."

Y/N shrugged "I don't know what you're talking about but I do need some clothes and I've never had a real haircut. I just chop it off when it gets too long." She thought for a minute "Sure, sounds like fun."

They left the tower in one of Tony's cars that Nat borrowed. Driving around Manhattan Y/N felt overwhelmed but something was familiar as well.

"This is all so much. I haven't even left the facility where you found me in years."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it pretty quickly" Nat told her as they pulled into a parking garage on 5th Ave. "Having access to Starks credit and cars definitely helps." She parked and they got out of the car and walked into Saks.

Nat headed straight for evening wear and started looking through the racks when a sales person approached them.

"Ms Romanoff, it's so good to have you here again. I see you've brought a friend" she looked Y/N up and down, sneering slightly at her attire. "I can see she needs our help. What are you looking for today?"

Nat glared at her "We're looking for someone who won't be a bitch because of how we look. Do you have anyone here like that?"

The sales girl, her tag said her name was Sophia, blanched "I'm so sorry, Ms Romanoff, I was just caught off guard. Of course I'm happy to help you in whatever way you need.

Are you looking for a cocktail dress?"

Nat smirked "Yes, Tony is having a party tonite and my friend needs an appropriate dress. Something blue."

Sophia stuttered "Tony Stark? How exciting. Why don't you and Miss...."

"Y/L/N, I'm Y/N Y/L/N"

"Of course. What size do you usually wear Miss Y/L/N?"

Y/N flushed "I don't know, I haven't gotten myself new clothes in ages"

Sophia pulled out a tape measure "Well lets see..." And quickly took her measurements. "A size 7 should fit nicely. I have some dresses that would be perfect for you. Please have a seat and I'll have them brought over.

Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, water, tea, soda, champagne?"

Nat nodded "Some champagne would be nice. And none of the cheap stuff."

They spent an hour looking at dresses until they narrowed it down to 3. All shades of blue. Y/N tried them all on and was overwhelmed when she saw herself in the mirror, she felt like a princess.

"I can't choose, they're all so pretty. What do you think, Nat?"

"I agree, it's too hard to choose so we'll get all three. Tony loves throwing parties so you can never be too prepared." Nat replied

Y/N shook her head "I couldn't, that's too much"

Nat laughed "too much should be Tony's middle name. Don't worry about it." She turned to Sophia "what about accessories?"

4 hours later they had all 3 dresses and accessories for each one, plus enough everyday and business style clothes to last a year. And shoes and lingerie. Nat gave Sophia a stern order to make sure it was all delivered to the tower before 4pm. Then they went for hair, makeup and mani-pedi's.

Y/N didn't know how to process everything that was happening. Less than 72 hours ago she was in her cell with no inkling that her life would change so drastically.

"Thank you so much, Nat. I just...."

Nat smirked "Don't worry about it. I have a feeling you're going to feel right at home before too long."

They went back to the tower after a late lunch and finished getting ready. At 9pm they took the elevator to the penthouse where the party was already going full swing.

Nat led her to the bar and poured a glass of champagne for both of them.

Y/N just looked around, watching people, unsure of how to interact.

Steve and Sam were playing pool when Sam noticed Steve was staring at something by the bar.

"You checking out Nat again? I thought that was over."

Steve shook his head "It never really was on, just occasional stress relief. Besides she has something going on with Bruce. Look next to her, in the blue dress. That's Y/N, we found her at the base where we found Loki's scepter. She's a mutant, turns sound into light. She was humming the other night and had this glow around her like a mist of colors. It was beautiful" he sighed.

Sam laughed "You sound smitten. Why don't you go talk to her?"

Steve blushed "I wouldn't know what to say."

"How about hey Y/N you look beautiful, wanna have my babies" Sam offered

Steve snorted "Give me a break.

It looks like Nat is busy with Bruce so I should go be a good host. Don't want to leave her alone with all these strangers. She's been a prisoner since she was a kid so might not be good socially."

Sam laughed as Steve walked away.

Y/N was looking out the window when Steve approached her. She turned and looked at him.

"It's a beautiful view"

Steve was staring at her and agreed "Yeah, it's gorgeous"

She saw he was looking at her and felt her face heat up. "So Nat said Tony throws parties like this all the time"

Steve nodded "This is actually pretty tame compared to some. Before he became Iron Man I think partying was his priority. It's still a favorite past time.

You must be overwhelmed with all this if Strucker kept you prisoner since you were 10. You'll get used to it. We are mostly a happy family." He smiled softly at her.

After the party died down the team sat around drinking and chatting. Most of them tried to pick up Thor's hammer and failed. Only Steve moved it at all but he still couldn't pick it up.

Then Ultron showed up and made a mess of everything. Y/N tried to use her powers to help fight him but was thrown against a wall and knocked out. After Ultron was gone, she came to and heard arguing. Steve helped her up and kept his hand on her back to help comfort her. Once the team decided on their course of action he took her to her room.

"I need you to stay here for now, ok? We'll be back as soon as we can" he told her gently.

Y/N shook her head "I can help. I could come with you and-"

"No" he told her firmly "We need to evaluate your abilities and work together before you get into any fights with us. I don't want you to get hurt so please be a good girl and wait here for me"

She felt a funny tingle when he called her a good girl but pushed it back "Ok. I'll wait here. Please come back safely."

"I promise, sweetheart" he kissed her softly on the lips and made sure she was safe in her room before he left.

While the team went to Africa to stop Ultron, Y/N was having dreams about Steve but with her lack of experience couldn't figure them out. The only sex she had was when Strucker forced himself on her and she thought she would never actually enjoy sex but her dreams said otherwise.

In the morning she saw what happened on the news and knew that it was Wanda messing with the Hulk. If she had been there she could have broken Wandas hex and prevented all that destruction and death.

She jumped when Jarvis spoke to her "Miss Y/N? You have a phone call from Captain Rogers."

"Umm ok how do I take the call?"

"I'll put him thru"

Steve's voice came thru the speakers in her room.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you? Did you get some sleep?"

"Hi Steve, I slept a little. I had strange dreams. My life has turned upside down.

Are you ok? I saw the news. Wanda was there wasn't she? If you had let me come I could have prevented-"

Steve cut her off "No. You don't even know if you could have helped Hulk. You aren't going on any missions any time soon.

I just wanted to let you know that we will be gone for awhile. After that mess we have to lay low. Just be a good girl and make sure you eat and sleep. I'll be back as soon as I can."

Y/N felt so helpless as she saw the teams adventures on the news. They went from Africa to Korea. She was frustrated and wanted to help but couldn't so waited for them, for Steve, to return.

When Tony and Bruce returned they barely noticed her and rushed into the lab to work on something.

Steve came to check on her and gave her a sweet kiss before she noticed the twins were with him.

Wanda looked at her "Hello Y/N. Nice to see you again"

Y/N was confused "Steve why are they here? They are nothing but trouble and can't be trusted."

Wanda cringed "I know we have done awful things to you in the past but we didn't realize how bad Strucker was, too caught up in our own rage and grief. I promise we won't hurt you. We want to help stop Ultron."

Y/N looked at Steve "If you are taking them then I should be able to go too. I can help."

Steve chuckled "I know you want to help honey but I don't think a light show will do any good."

She pouted "I can make lasers too. I hate staying here while you risk yourself. Please, Steve." She begged

Her begging did something to Steve but not something that would help in a fight. He was about to tell her no again when Clint walked by

"She's not wrong Cap we could use all the help we can get."

Steve gave in "Promise me you'll be careful. I'd hate to see you hurt."

Y/N didn't do too badly considering the circumstances. She even took out a few robots on her own, including the one that tried to get Pietro and a young boy he was protecting.

Sokovia was still destroyed but most of the people were saved. Sometimes you have to accept how things turn out.

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After a few days rest Y/N, Sam, Wanda and Pietro started training to become official Avengers.

Y/N and Steve started dating, taking things very slow since she was inexperienced and in no rush.

Nat was devastated that Bruce had disappeared and started spending a lot of time with Steve and Y/N. Every night he would walk Y/N to her room, kiss her good night and leave her on her own.

After a few weeks she noticed Steve and Nat seemed really close and she asked him about it.

Steve shook his head "You have nothing to worry about sweetheart. Nat and I are just friends. We've been thru some tough situations together but there's no romantic feelings. She's just lonely because she misses Bruce."

She nodded trusting him.

They went on like this for awhile until General Ross brought up the Sokovia Accords. She took Steve's side but he didn't want her involved in the fight so she made her way to the quinjet and waited for Steve and Bucky. She saw what Zemo did and the fight that came after but couldn't bring herself to hurt Tony so found herself waiting on the jet again.

Y/N went with them to Wakanda and then on the run with Steve and Sam. After months dating, Steve told her he loved her and then told her he had to leave for a couple of days to meet up with Nat for cash and intel. They met up every few weeks and he always came back in a lighter mood.

One time when he returned he asked Y/N for a favor

"I don't want to be separated but Shuri figured out how to remove Bucky's brainwashing and I want you to go help him. Just be a friend. He really likes you and I think it would be good for both of you. You're the only one I can ask, he has bad history with Sam and Nat. I promise I'll come visit when I can."

She looked at him sadly, not wanting to leave the man she had fallen in love with but wanting to make him happy and be his good girl so she went to Wakanda.

Y/N and Bucky became close friends. She didn't mind if he didn't want to talk and they would just be together. If he did want to talk she listened without judgement and she was there for his nightmares. She helped him tend his goats and thought she could have fallen for him if she hadn't met Steve first.

A couple of times a week Steve would call to check up on her but it was always brief because Nat always called him away after a few minutes. He kept promising he would come visit but something always came up.

One day, Shuri showed up at Bucky's hut where Bucky and Y/N were playing chess."I have news, Captain Rogers contacted me and told me to tell you, Thor and Hulk have returned. Asgard was destroyed and all of the Asgardians that survived are here, setting up a home in Norway. New Asgard.

That's not all, the Captain and Tony Stark have worked things out with Gen Ross and Sargeant Barnes is being pardoned. You can go home soon, back to the states but there will be a celebration in New Asgard in a month.

Y/N wondered why Steve didn't call her and went thru Shuri instead but she was trusting and believed he just had too much to do.

Y/N and Bucky spent the next month as they had spent time in the past, strengthening their friendship, enjoying nature and herding goats. They both expected Steve to show up at any time but he never did. He only called once and explained that he was very busy helping Thor and Valkyrie set the new town up. Y/N told him they could help but Steve insisted they stay in Wakanda.

Finally it was time to leave, both of them were excited at being reunited with Steve but also nervous at meeting a whole new group of people.

Steve came in the quinjet to pick them up and after a quick hug and kiss on the cheek he spent the rest of the flight talking to Bucky. Y/N realized they were best friends but she had hoped for a better reunion with her love. She sat alone trying to talk herself down from the anxiety that was building up.

When they arrived in New Asgard the whole team was there to greet them. Nat and Bruce were wrapped around each other while Wanda and Vision were holding hands. Steve was suddenly in a bad mood right after they landed and left saying he just needed to work it off. Nat disappeared shortly after.

Thor gave Y/N a fond greeting and introduced her to Val. They took her and Bucky to a dressmaker to create Asgardian style robes for the celebration the next night. Steve didn't come to see her at all so she figured he was still busy helping and she stayed up talking to Bucky until they were both exhausted and fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.

Chapter 2

#steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve x natasha #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #with friends like you

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dunkzillla · 1 year

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like a dummy I was working on this in the actual answer box and somehow pressed post mid sentence? so I had to delete it and post it like this. so if you saw part of this earlier, no you didn’t! @shes-a-voodoo-child

anyway, here we are! bobby/kyle, “Oh, no. There’s only one bed. Whatever shall we do now?” set sometime in 2013!

Mature, warnings for handjobs, language. Absolutely no piss kink drea, I promise!

The world is a cruel, cruel mistress. Kyle has been doing absolutely fine hiding his stupid little crush on his tag team partner from said tag team partner, but God, that’s really being tested right now, as he stands looking over Bobby’s shoulder at the tiny, crappy hotel bed. Bed being singular. Because there’s only one fucking bed.

“Oh, no. There’s only one bed. Whatever shall we do now?” Bobby just laughs, throwing his bag down onto the floor and walking over to the bed, sitting on the end of it to take his shoes off. They’ve just finished up a show, defending the belts and coming away the victors, and they’re tired and sore and the last thing they need is to be fighting with the hotel management about getting a different room, or waiting for a cot that will most certainly fold up while one of them sleeps on it. But it’s not like. It’s not like they can share it, right? That doesn’t even look like a full double.

“I could take the bathtub? I’m sure there’s more sheets and pillows somewhere in the closet?” Kyle’s not going to say it but Bobby’s older than him, and he needs the bed more than he does.

“What? No. The bed’s big enough for the two of us, Ky.” Bobby says, and that, god Kyle loves when Bobby gives him nicknames. Sometimes it’s Ky, a couple of times he’s gone all out and said ‘kylie wiley’ as a joke but Kyle would kill anyone else who tried to call him it. Bobby sometimes calls him babe, too. And that. Well Kyle gets all warm and fuzzy when he does that, and it’s normally accompanied by a hand on the back of his neck, Bobby checking if he’s had something to drink, that he doesn’t need a snack or he’s taken his meds.

Bobby’s good like that, he’s so good. As soon as he told Bobby about his diabetes Bobby made sure that he knew the basics, that he was okay before and after a match, and he checks up on him throughout the day. It’s not like Kyle needs it, and he huffs at anyone else who tries to smother him when it comes to his condition, but it’s nice when Bobby looks after him. So he lets him do it.

“Oh…” Kyle says when Bobby says they can share the bed. Because. What? It’s not a huge bed, and Kyle’s sure that Bobby doesn’t want to give up the opportunity to have the bed all to himself. “Are you sure? I swear I don’t mind putting some sheets in the bathtub or something. I could call the front desk and see if—“

“Absolutely not. Get in the bed, Kyle. Tag team partners can share a bed.” Bobby says, and he’s stripping his shirt off, then his shorts, and Kyle’s honestly trying not to stare. It’s not like he hasn’t seen Bobby shirtless before, or even in his boxers, they share a locker room and they fucking wrestle together, but, this is different. Normally Kyle will take the bathroom and get ready for bed in there, and by the time he’s done, Bobby is usually already under the covers in his own bed. So this, this is different, because Bobby is stripping to get in bed and Kyle’s going to have to do the same and get under the covers. With Bobby.

So Kyle does. He goes to the bathroom and messes around for entirely too long to be normal. He showered after the match so he can’t even use that as an excuse, takes ages brushing his teeth, checks his sugars. When he can’t hide in the bathroom any longer, Kyle steps out into the bedroom, his eyes falling instantly onto Bobby, who’s laying out on top of the sheets with his phone in one hand, the other absentmindedly running over his chest.

“Was beginning to think you’d fallen down the plug hole or something, you okay, Ky?”

“Yeah,” Kyle says easily, and he dumps his wash bag next to his bag and gets onto the bed as casually as he can. It’s not like he hasn’t shared a bed with someone before. He’s done it so many times, he and Adam used to always share because it was all they could afford. But Adam is different. He can cuddle Adam in the middle of the night and it not be a problem. But this is Bobby. He can’t ruin what they have by waking up spooning his tag team partner who he maybe has a huge crush on.

“You want me to put this pillow down the centre?” He says once he’s laid out, picking up one of the pillows and setting it down between them.

Bobby picks it up and smacks him with it. “What kinda insecure jackasses you been sharing beds with babe? Jesus. Now, come here. You checked your sugars? You all good?” Bobby rolls over and — he fucking spoons him. Just slots himself right up behind Kyle, throws an arm over his waist and hooks his chin over his shoulder. And god that’s nice. That’s so fucking nice. Bobby’s warm and he smells so good, and his body fits against Kyle’s like it was meant to be there.

“Y-yeah, yeah I’m good. I’m — yeah, I’m great.” Kyle babbles just a little bit, and he tries not to wiggle back, to feel Bobby’s dick press against his ass anymore because that would be — that would be crossing the line. It’s just a little harmless cuddling, right? Bobby’s just being nice. Making light of the situation, there’s only one bed and there’s no need to make it awkward! That’s all it is. Bobby’s good at making Kyle not feel awkward.

Except, Bobby’s dick is most definitely against his ass, and he can feel him, thick and — a little hard, and Kyle could just, push back, and feel more of it. Bobby’s body is a wonder, all thick and hard and toned, and he wants to get his hands on it, worship it, kiss and bite and lick and suck at his skin.

Kyle tries to shake those thoughts from his head, because he can feel his own dick taking interest, and he doesn’t need Bobby to know that, even though his hand is so so close to it, he could just move his fingers a few inches and they’d brush Kyle’s dick and realise that it’s thickening up, that he’s really enjoying the feel of Bobby holding him like this, pressed up against him.

Kyle stays still, tries so hard to just fall asleep, because that’s the only thing that’s going to help in this situation, but his mind is racing, hard beating fast, and his body is aching from the way he’s tensing up to try and not push back on Bobby.

“Kyle?”

Bobby’s voice rumbles all the way down Kyle’s back, and it’s warm and syrupy against his ear.

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” Bobby drawls, and he slides his hand up Kyle’s chest to cup his jaw.

And that’s. Oh. Oh god. Bobby wants to kiss him, Bobby Fish wants to kiss him and he’s got a hand on his jaw and his face is so fucking close and —

“Yeah. Yeah, Bobby, please—“

Bobby kisses him. His lips are soft and warm and he can taste mint on his tongue from his mouthwash. Bobby’s hand is cradling his jaw, and the other is settled on Kyle’s belly, snaked underneath him, stretching Kyle against him, like he’s soft and pliable.

“Been waiting to do that for a while.” Bobby murmurs against his mouth, and Kyle keens just a little bit at the thought of Bobby waiting, wanting to kiss him and waiting to ask, waiting for the right moment.

“Oh… can I… can I kiss you?” Kyle asks then, because he wants to ask too. Wishes he’d have known and had the balls to ask earlier.

“Of course, babe.” Bobby smiles, and Kyle rolls until he’s on top, and Bobby’s got his hands on Kyle’s hips, looking up at him like he’s some sort of beautiful piece of art. And Kyle feels like he is, on top of Bobby, pressed all up against him, skin to skin.

Kyle leans down to kiss him, bracketing Bobby’s head in with his arms. It’s soft and slow, but Bobby’s hands slide over him, up his spine and down his sides, squeezing him and pinching him and exploring, until Kyle’s a whimpering mess above him. He’s hard, and Bobby’s hard, and their dicks are rubbing together through the thin material of their boxers.

“B-Bobby…”

“That’s it sweetheart, just like that, take what you want.” Bobby says to him softly, and he’s rutting up against Kyle now, grinding them together, and Kyle’s losing his mind, hands fisted into the sheets next to Bobby’s head, a few beads of sweat trickling down the back of his neck.

Kyle’s close, he’s oh so close, and he’s about to beg, but it’s like Bobby can read his mind, and Bobby snakes a hand between them and slips both of their cocks out of their boxers, and he wraps his hand around them both, working them to completion until they’re both bucking up and spilling into Bobby’s hand.

Kyle collapses onto him, head tucked into Bobby’s neck as he wraps himself around him. He’s breathing heavily, coming down from the orgasm when he feels Bobby’s sticky hand wiping down his side. Wiping the cone on his skin.

“Hey.” Kyle protests weakly, kicking his ankle out at Bobby’s.

“Sorry babe, you want me to wipe it on the sheets? They’ll get all messy. And we only have one bed, after all.” And Kyle can feel Bobby grinning, so he kicks him again.

“I hate you.”

Bobby huffs out a laugh and turns his head to kiss Kyle’s temple. “Nah, I don’t think you do.”

Kyle kicks him again. No. He really doesn’t.

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Pairing: Steo

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Ms. Raeken, Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia Martin

Warnings: explicit sexual content, step sibling incest, sex toys, perv!Theo, anal sex

Words: 2177

Kinktober: Pseudo-cest

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Stiles is an idiot. There’s no denying it this time around. He royally fucked up. What’s one of the things you probably shouldn’t do when your dad marries someone with a kid your age? Have the hots for your step-brother for starters! But, well, he does. Stiles vehemently ignores the fact that he does. He’s firmly set in the belief that if he just smothers the thought with a pillow and treats Theo like a dick that everything will be fine and no one will know.

No one will find out that he has had his fair share of wet dreams about the football player. That the boy who sleeps in the room next to his isn’t his damn near every thought Stiles has while touching himself. No one has to know. It’s all fine. Everything is fucking fine. Okay? Okay.

Ms. Raeken is an absolute treasure of a human being and Stiles won’t do a single thing to take happiness away from his father. She makes his dad smile and treats both of them well. Never once trying to be his mom, but no less fills the shoes of a mother to him. Stiles won’t throw that away.

So he sticks to his guns of being a little shit to his step-brother. Hoping against all hope that the jock- who’s incredibly fucking smart- doesn’t pick up on his game. Like how little boys will pull girl’s braids on the playground because they don’t know how to deal with their feelings. Stiles isn’t doing that. Not at all! Okay, fine, he totally is.

But he has to.

While Stiles knows it’s not technically incest because there is zero blood relation to him and Theo. The taboo nature of it being frowned upon is what gets to him. That if his dad found out that he’d never look at him the same way again. Or that Ms. Raeken, well Stilinski now, will divorce his father for having a son like him.

There’s just too much at stake.

His traitorous body just hasn’t seemed to get the memo yet.

Walking up to the second floor of the house, Stiles intends on making a beeline straight for his room and not leave it unless he absolutely has to for the next week. His father and Theo’s mom went out of town to celebrate their anniversary. Leaving him and his step-brother here by themselves. He’s just going to ignore Theo and pretend like he’s home all alone. No temptations to be had if he can’t see the other boy.

Fate never seems to be aligned with him however. The second his foot reaches the top floor, the bathroom door opens and out walks Theo in nothing but a towel around his waist. Stiles forgets simple functions and that staring is actually quite rude. Mouth parted, doing his very best not to choke on his saliva as water droplets drip down Theo’s chest.

His step-brother pushes his wet bangs out of his face, smirking, “didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not polite to stare?” Theo’s tone is light and playful. Too dangerous for someone like Stiles to handle when he can’t even manage to get a grip on himself.

Snapping back to reality, Stiles tries to don the careless mask he’s grown into. “No one’s staring at you. So don’t flatter yourself, maybe you should wear more than a towel if you share a bathroom with someone else. Since you’re wanting to talk about being polite.” Stiles rolls his eyes, moving towards his bedroom door. As soon as he’s inside everything will be fine. Distance and cut off from the perfect sight before him. Stiles just needs to-

Theo chuckles at him, “please. I heard your jaw hit the floor. Not flattery, sweetheart, just stating a fact.” He feels his step-brother’s breath on the back of his neck as he clings to his doorknob. “You could save yourself the trouble and just admit that you want me.”

Stiles stills. Theo wasn’t supposed to know that. No one was supposed to know that. He’s done an exceptionally good job of hiding it. Or at least, he thought he had. Has he only been playing himself? Not willing to give up the facade, Stiles snaps with less heat than intended, “go fuck yourself, Theo.”

Which was apparently the wrong thing to say. Before he can open his door to escape, Theo grabs his shoulder and whips him around, pressing Stiles’ back against the door. “Stop being such a coward and fuck me yourself. I wouldn’t mind one bit.”

“I can’t.” So not what Stiles had wanted to say. I don’t want to, that would’ve been a better response. Or even a simple no would have sufficed. But his body isn’t the only traitor Stiles possesses. He and his mouth have never been friends. It’s gotten him into trouble more times than he can count. Why would that be any different now?

“Why not?” Theo asks, placing a palm against the door beside his head. Stiles is struggling with quite literally anything. The stupid thing in his pants hardens in exictement over his step-brother being this close. Theo leans in until their noses almost touch, dropping his voice to a whisper, “it’s not like we’re actually related, Stiles. Your dad just happened to marry someone who already had a kid with someone else.”

A kid with someone else.

They’re not actually related.

Arguments Stiles himself has tried to use against himself. Because despite those facts, despite there being not a shred of shared blood between them, it’s still heavily frowned upon. But Stiles hasn’t wanted someone as badly as he’s wanted Theo. Not even Lydia. And that’s saying something. So…so what’s so wrong with giving into what he wants? Would it really be that bad?

“Stiles,” Theo says his name incredibly softly. A hand gently wraps around his throat, thumb brushing against his pulse. “There’s nothing wrong with what we feel,” he says.

There’s nothing wrong with what we feel.

We.

Theo feels something for him too.

There isn't a bit of contemplation after that. No second guessing or unsureness. Stiles closes the incredibly small distance and slots his mouth with Theo’s. His whine is swallowed by Theo’s groan and tongue sliding against his own. The hand around his throat holds him steady as his step-brother uses his free hand to open the door. The two stumble into the room, desperate to get Stiles as naked as Theo.

By the time Stiles’ calves hit his bed, he’s down to his boxers and the other boy falls on top of him, towel secured around his waist. Theo kisses down his neck and chest, “you know,” he chuckles against Stiles’ pebbling nippe. “I thought about stopping the wedding. I wanted you for myself so badly that I was almost willing to ruin their day just to show them.” Theo licks down his stomach, “god, the first time I saw you, I knew I was fucked. I fucking knew,” his fingers curl into the waistband, tugging Stiles’ boxers off of him.

Stiles’ mind is reeling. Too much information to try and process with a tantalizing tongue frying his brain cells. “Theo,” he gasps, his step-brother pushing his legs to his chest, licking into the tight ring of muscle. “Shit,” his fingers fist into the sheets, back arching, he moans as a finger joins Theo’s tongue. While Stiles’ fingers are long, they’re not as thick as his step-brother’s and good god, they feel fucking good. He doesn’t know when one became two, much less three, but his step-brother jabs his prostate, suckling the budding precum from his leaking cockhead. “Oh my god,” he groans, hips bucking on their own.

With a final twist and spread of his fingers, and once Stiles’ thighs are littered with hickies and love bites, Theo takes his fingers out. “Are you clean?”

“Last I checked,” Stiles mutters.

“Good,” Theo smirks. All he can do is watch with glassed over honey eyes as his step-brother flings his towel away, spits in his palm and lubes up his very hard dick. Stiles’ is damn near drooling, wanting so badly for his lips to be stretching around Theo’s shaft. But then his step-brother crawls towards him, sealing their mouths and presses his dick against Stiles’ ass like a question. A final confirmation that Stiles is okay with this.

He so is.

Stiles grabs the other boy by his shoulders, bringing him even closer to nod breathlessly into their kiss. Any and all inhibitions Stiles might have had lingering about what they’re doing dissipates once Theo’s cock is fully inside of him. A long, hearty moan spilling from his lips at the stretch of the tight ring of muscle. He’s sure he’s seeing stars. Stiles isn’t a virgin, but it’s been a while since he’s been with anyone else. The burn lasts a little longer than he’d like it to.

But Theo stays still, rubbing his sides and peppering kisses along Stiles’ lips and cheeks. Distracting him from the minor discomfort of nearly being split in two. It’s more than welcome and sweeter than Stiles imagined his step-brother would be. Then again, he’s always the cause of Theo’s anger, so when they’re both working towards the same goal, it shouldn’t be surprising that Theo can be caring.

“Fuck,” his step-brother hisses, pulling back ever so slowly. Sliding back in just as leisurely, “you’re so fucking tight,” Theo moans against his mouth.

“Theo,” Stiles moans, the bundle of nerves being brushed against from the other boy’s shallow thrusts. “Theo,” he pants, “please.” He needs more. Like, now.

His step-brother chuckles. A beautiful sound that Theo might as well have moaned again. But he listens to Stiles’ silent plea, pulling back to just the tip and slamming his hips forward. Continuing to just snap his hips against him. Punching loud, breathy moans out of Stiles with every jab to his prostate. His nails rake down Theo’s back, scratching and marking him in ways that hopefully his step-brother will feel for days. Stiles has enough marks on his thighs that it’ll be well over a week before they’re gone.

He has half of a functioning brain cell to wonder if Theo placed them there on purpose. So as to not raise any suspicion with their respective parents. As much as he’d love for his step-brother to cover his neck too, the thought pinches his heart. And with the way Theo’s fucking into him, Stiles is finding it hard to care anymore. Without a second thought, when Theo leans his head back on a moan, Stiles latches his mouth to his slick, tan skin, sucking a mark for his step-brother to see anytime he looks into a mirror.

Theo moans louder at that, thrusting faster than before. Stiles’ brain has turned to mush, his leaking cock rubbing between them beautifully. Won’t be much longer now. He can feel the warmth in his core, the tingles in his toes. He tries to grind his hips to meet his step-brother’s thrusts, wanting to fall apart. The way Theo pounds into him, Stiles is sure to feel it for days. An ache that he’ll crave for who knows how long. His head falls slack into the pillow, resting against Theo’s arm.

“Look at you,” Theo coos, “drunk on my cock, sweetheart?” Stiles can only moan, blink his bleary, unfocused eyes. Theo’s not wrong. Stiles is fucking gone on him. His step-brother’s dick making every thought fly out the window. “God, you’re perfect,” Theo groans from his efforts, leaning down to nip and suck at Stiles’ exposed throat.

A harsh bite to his pulse is all it takes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Stiles cries out, orgasm rushing through him and spilling over their stomachs. Theo’s abs rubbing against his cock splatters cum up to Stiles’ chest and he can’t find it in himself to care. Not when the mess smears all over his step-brother too.

“Could look at that all day,” Theo grunts from his efforts, his powerful thrusts growing pointed, sloppy, hasty. Chasing his own release in the warmth of Stiles’ body. A few jagged snaps of his hips and Theo stills, cock nestled deep inside Stiles, shooting his cum into Stiles’ fluttering hole. Utterly spent, his step-brother collapses on top of him and he’s thankful for the weight. Comforted by Theo resting on top of him and inside of him. Ensuring his cum stays locked up tight.

“Shower,” Stiles mumbles into Theo’s shoulder. But then- that’s not-

“I don’t know,” Theo looks at him with a smirk, moving his hips back, cock already hard again. “I’m not done with you yet,” he moans, sliding back inside. His cum makes a sinful sound, making Stiles moan from the act. “That okay with you?” Theo asks, bumping their noses together like he’s not balls deep and fucking his cum back into him.

“Yes,” Stiles moans, wrapping his legs around his step-brother. Eager to find out how the rest of their week alone is going to play out.

#steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #stiles x theo #theo x stiles #teen wolf #kinktober vol. 2 #Match Writes

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