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I'm thinking in context of this post, because apparently I'm not done, but after Asparagus passes away and Jellylorum is left on her own (and of course the rest of her family is around her, but it was the last of those original theatre cats), most of the Tribe is there to comfort her wholeheartedly because she'd always been there for them, but the ones most invested in keeping her company were Coricopat and Tantomile, who settled silently one on each side of her and refused to move for the entirety of the first day after. Or much of the first week, really.
Not only had Jelly and Asparagus been part of whom the twins considered their closest friends, but there is a unique sort of pain that comes along with losing one's nursery mate that even those spiritually oldest as Coricopat and Tantomile are wary of - being separated means there will be a time *without* and even if there is a promise to be with or joined again, that time remains in spades, open and rough, like a chip in a plate. And even as the twins run their paws over the fracture of the painful memory, it never quite smooths.
#that is to say coricopat can't imagine what losing his sister will feel like and vice versa because cats rarely remember#how painful loss *really* was in their past lives - it's dulled - much like#how your brain never remembers how painful something is until it experiences it again#but poking into jelly's mind gives them a reminder and it's...not good#angst time for bonzo - i don't usually angst but when the time comes...#Jellylorum#Coricopat#Tantomile#my headcanons#death tw
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Bingo
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2.0k T/W: pure, stupid, fluff A/N: you meet Bucky at a Bingo night ft. Yori ❤︎
it’s a little dorky, but I thought it was cute!
Setting the tables with the rectangle cards, you smiled, straightening them out. Despite what your friends thought, you actually enjoyed volunteering with the local senior Bingo games on the weekends when you could. Feeling like they were often better company and far more entertaining than going to a club. It wasn’t a very big meeting hall, but that’s what made it feel so cozy to you. Hugging yourself when you finished the tables, you stroked the outside of your arms, feeling the softness of the cardigan you wore over your tank top. Sighing happily, you made your way to the announcing host, passing a few comments, as you waited for people to find their way in.
“Hey! Hey, look!” You heard a familiar voice; turning you found Yori and his usual group making their way to their table, with one exception. Smiling you made your way to him, arms still crossed, “no, I want you to meet her,” you heard him say to his friend, making you smile.
“Hey, Yori,” you said, coming to hug him, “brought more friends?”
“I- I’m Bucky,” he reached his hand to shake yours, to which you responded, taking his hand in yours.
“Barnes,” Yori added, reaching to slap a name tag on Bucky's chest.
Bucky took a deep breath, keeping his patience, as he looked down to the tag where Yori had written ‘single’ in parentheses, “yep. . .that’s me.”
“This- this is the one I told you about,” Yori nudged you on the elbow pointing to Bucky, only making him more nervous as he immediately looked down to Yori with a questioning look.
“Ohh,” you nodded slowly, squinting your eyes at Bucky who met your gaze again, “you mean the anti-social grumpy one who’s scared to come because he’ll lose? That one?”
“Yes! That one,” Yori bobbed on his heels happily with a smile.
“What -I’m not-”
“Well,” you tilted your head, “I hope you have a good time and perhaps win something,” Bucky smiled, “but I think you’re going to need your hand back for that.”
Jaw dropping, he looked down to find your hand still in his, “right,” he laughed nervously, letting go, “sorry, of course.”
You laughed quietly, biting in your lip watching him look anywhere but to you, mainly keeping his head down.
“Yori, you need anything you know where I am,” you softly placed a hand to his shoulder, “Bucky,” he looked up with a half forced smile, but you waited a moment, “it was nice to meet you, I’m glad you came.”
As you turned to walk away you could hear Yori whisper, “I think she liked you.”
Followed by a quick change of subject from his friend, “I think you should find our table.”
And lastly, “I know where our table is, and if you can keep your eyes off her, you’d see it too.”
With a giggle to yourself, you walked up to the foldable table that had been set up for you to sit at as usual. You were alone, but you were in charge of any assistance and you kept the first, second, and third prizes hidden. It was harder than one thought to keep curious seniors from nosing around for them.
While the night was long and you stayed quiet, you were very grateful to have a little more entertainment tonight. It seemed Yori and his friends got their own entertainment out of teasing and poking fun at Bucky, who was a true sport through it all.
“Absolutely not,” you heard Bucky say. Looking up you saw him holding his card to his chest, with Yori trying to convince him to let him take a peek at his numbers, “are those the rules of Bingo?” Bucky shook his head, but another one of Yori’s friends tried to peek from his opposite side, “Oh,” Bucky dropped his jaw, leaning even farther back in his chair to keep the card hidden against him, “a double front attack? Really guys?”
Unable to hide your smile, you kept an eye on the table, specifically Bucky. Who after giving the group a few amusements, looked over to you. Blinking softly, happy that he noticed you, you lifted your hand to wave subtly. With another half smile, that was genuine this time, he raised his hand to wave, but forgot just how far back he was leaning in his chair. Soon, you watched him vanish from sight and he found himself flat against the floor, with a wince.
“That’s whatcha get, you punk,” Yori told him through a laugh and an assertive nod.
It wasn’t long before there was a soft murmur of quiet laughs spreading throughout the hall, as Bucky reset his chair and sat properly in it this time. He pressed his lips together tightly and avoided everyone’s eye line, but yours. Hand over your mouth, you looked mildly worried, raising your half furrowed eyebrows at him, he could tell you were asking if he was okay. To that he carefully nodded, before turning to someone else who was addressing him at the table.
The half way break came up shortly after, and you had to help a few people. When you looked back up from your table you saw Bucky, hands in his pockets and bouncing on his heels about three people away down the small line. Leaning your head to the side to see him, it took him a moment, but when he saw you, he gave a quick smile, before being spoken to by the elderly lady in front of him.
“You’re a very handsome young man, so nice of you to come play,” she said, to which he gave a shy thank you, as she asked you for a new marker, “he’s a very handsome young man, you know,” she whispered loudly, before glancing back at him, “and she’s single you know.”
Ducking your head, you gave a monotone, “thank you, Mrs. Kasey,” putting your hands over your face, hiding the embarrassment, you composed yourself and straightened up, “hey, what can I help with?”
“Word is you got the prizes?” Bucky perked an eyebrow and gave the most obvious wink.
Half smiling, half jaw dropping, you looked around his hip to see Yori, who was keeping a curiously careful eye on his friend, shaking your head you looked up to Bucky, “so. . .they sent you? I don’t break that easily.” You crossed your arms over your chest, playfully, keeping eye contact.
“Well,” he shrugged, “to be honest I’d like to know what we’re playing for too, I mean what’s our motivation here? I don’t know,” you covered your mouth, hiding the smile accompanying your soft giggles, “Why are you laughing? This is serious. What is the purpose of playing Bingo if you don’t know the prizes?”
With a real laugh at how hard he was trying to convince you, “okay, alright,” you reached under the table bringing up the prize in your hand, elbow against the table as you held it up, he looked down.
“A jar of jelly beans,” Bucky nodded, bobbing his head back and forth before a confident, “okay, seems fair, what about second place?”
You held up a jar in the other hand.
Bucky looked between you and it, “that’s- that’s just a smaller jar of jelly beans,” he lifted his shoulders as if asking ‘why?’
“These people really like their jelly beans,” you admitted, “I figure you can guess what third place is.”
“Seriously?” he dropped his shoulders, disappointed.
“Was there something you were hoping to get instead, Mr. Barnes?” You set the jars down, resting your chin on top of your laced hands as you looked up through your eyelashes at him.
He swallowed, deciding if he wanted to say anything, he winced as if he was going to regret what he was going to say- luckily for him the announcer called everyone back to the tables. He sighed, and you leaned back in your seat as you parted ways again. The evening remained entertaining with Yori occasionally reminding everyone at the table that if Bucky wins he’d share the prize.
Towards the end of the event, Bucky was the only one at the table still in the final rounds, meaning the entire table squeezed around him, glancing at his card and intensely listening. When the last number was being called, they all had a hand on Bucky, clinging to him like it was the olympics and he was their champion.
“Seventeen” was announced and you noticed a sudden shift in Bucky’s demeanor, even though everyone around him was ecstatic, he looked like his mind was suddenly somewhere else, until he shook his head like shaking off a bad memory and he lifted his card. He didn’t have to say it, his group was already exclaiming Bingo enough for him. He came up casually with the other two, and you handed each of them a jar of jelly beans.
Bucky gave a ‘thank you,’ and took his back, but it was gone before he could even offer it to anyone.
“What’s the joke?” Yori held out the jar back to Bucky swiftly, “I can’t open it.”
Smiling, Bucky popped open the jar in no time and immediately it was out of his hands again.
“Congratulations,” you said behind him, making him turn around, he saw you had your jacket in your arms and purse over your shoulder, “I hope I’ll see you next month?” “Next month?” He tilted his head, “I thought it was weekly?”
“Volunteer rotations shift,” you explained, gesturing your hand in a circle, “I won’t be back until next month since we’ve got new volunteers.”
“Oh,” he nodded and there was silence.
“Anyway, I hope I’ll see you around,” you waved to him and to Yori as you left, pushing in the door’s brace open.
As it shut, Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, with a sigh, still watching the door.
“Go,” Yori said next to him and waved him away, “you’ll regret it if you don’t.”
Bucky took a moment to consider it, “take the bus okay? I don’t want you guys-”
“Yes, yes, we will,” Yori said, already turning back to his friends.
Smiling towards them, he started a jog for the door, exiting, he looked to find you. Already on the sidewalk, he met up with you. Obviously causing you to stop in your tracks and wait when you heard him.
“Hey, um-” he looked around, “can I walk you home?”
“Sure,” you nodded, smiling.
There wasn’t a terrible amount of conversation, but you liked his company and didn’t want him to feel like he had to talk.
“I think it’s really sweet what you’re doing, what you did tonight” you said, looking straight ahead, even though you knew he was looking at you, “there hasn’t been that much laughter in a very long time,” you exhaled sadly, “most of them spent five years alone, or missing out on seeing their grandkids grow up. I was so happy to see their smiles.”
“And what about you?”
You finally turned to him, “I was here, alone” looking down, you laughed, “then again I was alone before, so. . .” you bit in your lower lip, wincing “that sounded so pathetic.”
This time he laughed with you, “no,” he shook his head, “I know how alone feels.”
Stopping on the sidewalk, you exchanged glances, “well, this is me,” you pointed up to your apartment building.
“Right, okay,” he breathed nervously.
“Thanks for walking me home,” you said, walking towards the steps.
“Yeah,” he ran a hand through his hair, “hey, do you- would you want to get dinner?”
“Finally,” you giggled, before turning back to him, “it took you four blocks to ask!” He gave a shocked expression, only making you smile bigger, “I’m free Sunday, meet you right here at six?”
“Okay,” he said happily, “it’s a date then.”
“Perfect,” you squeezed your arms, hugging yourself.
He swallowed harshly, before taking a step closer and leaning in to kiss you on the cheek, sweetly. When he pulled back, he looked slightly nervous, as if that was the wrong thing to do.
“You missed,” you batted your eyelashes, with a soft smile.
Bucky took a second, unsure if you were serious, either way he took his chances and met your lips with his. Somehow this one took you by more surprise, causing you to move your hands against his chest, holding on to his jacket, until he pulled back.
“Bingo,” you whispered.
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Passing Time - Hunter x Fem!Reader
In between jobs on Ord Mantell, you meet a mysterious man named Hunter who’s more than willing to help you kill some time.
AO3 link
Warnings: 18+ SMUT, bar hookup, oral sex (fem receiving), thigh riding, vaginal and anal fingering, light degradation, light spitting, light biting
Notes: hit 99 followers on the same day as The Bad Batch finale so I thought of a little Hunter smut as a treat. This was my take on@delusionsxfgrandeur ‘s Redefining smut challenge!
Word Count: 2.2k
Cid’s bar is as seedy as ever, with grime covering every surface including the glass you’re drinking from. You examine the glass, twirl around the brown liquor, then pour it down your throat figuring the alcohol must work as a disinfectant. You just finished a drop off for Cid and are hanging tight while your astromech works on some maintenance for your ship. The droid was going to comm you once everything was flight ready for your next job, but for now you’re trying to to find the best way to way to kill time. And the ache in between your legs reminds you that you can’t even remember the last time you had a good fuck.
Scanning the room, you realize there’s not much to work with. Just a weequay and an ithorian, both obviously intoxicated as they argue over a game in the corner. Otherwise the place is empty, except for a man sitting on the other edge of the bar. By the Republic issue armor he wore, you could assume he was a clone but he was unlike any clone you had seen before. There were some basic facial similarities, but he wasn’t identical to is countless counterparts. He had long dark hair, that curled to his neckline, kept away from his face by a red bandana. What captures your eyes is the skull tattoo covering half his face; you can’t help but lick your lips when you wonder how far it goes down his body.
“Hey Cid,” you wave down the Trandoshan. “Another round for me, and a drink for the man down the end of the bar too.”
“Huh, Dark and Broody?” Cid questions you, a confused and judgmental look on her face. “Sheesh, kid, I guess everyone has their own type but fine.”
Cid hands the drink to the man, who looks around the bar surprised until his eyes found you. He cocks a brow, and he lifts the drink up to you. You mirror his movements and you each take a sip at the same time. He slowly rises from the seat and stalks his way towards you.
“So you must be Dark and Broody?” You extend your hand to him. The man let’s our a soft chuckle.
“Did Cid tell you to say that?” His low and husky voice asks before he properly introduces himself “It’s Hunter, and I must say you don’t seem like Cid’s usual clientele.”
“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.” You smirk at him. He must be another bounty hunter under Cid’s employment, you think as you notice how armed he is. He leans on the counter next to you, and you don’t fail to notice the way his eyes drift up and down your body. If he’s in your line of work, maybe he’s in the same need for some relief as you are. You shift in your seat, painfully aware of your growing arousal as you and Hunter make small talk. You had your fair share of lovers, but there was something about his magnetic ruggedness that intrigued you. That and the fact that he seems reluctant to give you any information about himself, but that wasn’t too uncommon in your line of work. But you don’t need his life story, you just need him to satisfy your itch.
“So how’s the men’s room here?” You ask.
“I’m sorry, what?” Ahh, it seems you’ve broken his tough guy facade to earn a flustered look on his face.
“The men’s room,” you repeat. “The last time I was here the women’s door wasn’t working properly and when you closed it you were locked in or you had to keep the door open. And I’m really looking for some privacy and no interruptions, so I’m curious if the men’s room will work.”
You down the rest of your drink, licking your lips as you finish, carefully keeping eye contact with him as you do. You watch his face process your words, his pupils expanding in his dark eyes and the corner of his lips on his tattooed side rises as he realizes your meaning.
“I think it’ll do just fine, I can show you the way?”
“What a gentleman,” you tease, taking his hand.
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Your hands are on each other the second the door closes behind you. His grip on your plush ass, pulling you tighter to him. Yours find their way through his curls, tugging his hair as his mouth meets yours in a needy kiss. His large hands travel up your curves, until they reach your head and cup your face as he pulls back from the kiss.
“Such a dirty little thing aren’t you?” He rasps out. “Going into a filthy bar bathroom with a man you don’t even know?”
“What can I say? I like things a little messy.” You glance at him through heavy lashes as you grind against his codpiece.
“Open your mouth.” He orders, the deep tone in his voice going straight to your core, where you already feel your arousal dripping from you. You follow his command, just for him to spit in your eagerly awaiting hole. He groans as you close your mouth and swallow it. You bring your lips back to his as you make out with him again.
One of his hands leaves your face so it can trail down your waist and under your top, roughly groping your breast. You let out a soft moan into his mouth as his thumb flicks over your nipple. You feel him smirk against you, as he adjusts his ministrations so he’s lightly pinching your pebbled nipple. Your head involuntarily tilts back at the please and his mouth connects with your now open neck, his teeth nipping at your sensitive skin.
You stumble backwards under his exploring hands, your back hitting the bathroom door behind you. Hunter uses this to his advantage, and grabs hold of your hip with one hand while the other continues its squeezing of your breast. He brings a leg in between yours and presses it against the apex of your thighs. You cry out as you finally have some friction against your aching core. You instinctively grind on his thigh; the crease of his armor and the seam on your pants combining to rub against your clit in the most addicting way that you can’t stop yourself. Your hands reach to his shoulders as you balance yourself against him.
Hunter watches, eyes blown out in lust, as you use him to chase your own needs. The hand on your hip assists your movements, making you gyrate faster and faster into the man. Moans are rolling off your lips, and your head snaps back against the wall as you feel the tightening coil of an approaching orgasm in your stomach.
Hunter bends down to nibble at your earlobe, his warm breath panting against your skin as he whispers, “Such a sexy thing, riding my thigh to get yourself off. You’re almost there, aren’t you? Dirty little slut. “
You whimper against him, your eyes shutting so you can focus on your impending climax. A harsher bite on your neck makes you yelp, and your eyes snap open to see Hunter staring at you.
“I asked you a question, be a good girl and answer me."
Your mind stutters for a moment before his harsh gaze reminds you of what he asked you. “Yes... I’m so close!” You gasp out at him, as you continue humping his leg. He smirks as his smoky eyes stay locked your face, watching every reaction as you build to your peak.
“Go on them, cum for me.” You cry out on his order, and his mouth clamps down on yours so he can muffle the sound to avoid being discovered by the few patrons in the bar. Your orgasm rolls through your body, your hips unrelenting in their thrusting on Hunter’s thigh as you ride out the waves of bliss. Once your movement slows, Hunter pulls back from kissing you to examine you in your post ecstatic state. Chest heaving, cheeks flushed and eyes drooping; you’re the sexiest thing he’s seen in a long time. And he wants to make you do it again.
He removes his gloves as he shifts his thigh out from under you, making you slump against the wall. You sigh, feeling him drag a hand over your covered center. He groans, feeling the wetness seeping through your pants from your previous orgasm. His fingers fumble with your buttons, then he roughly pulls the pants down and over your ankles. He presses his face against your panty covered mound, inhaling deeply as he’s intoxicated by your arousal. Looking back up at you, he licks a long strip over your panties, circling around your hidden clit. You moan from the overstimulation as you grip the door handle behind you, your legs still feeling like jelly and struggling to hold you up.
Sensing your predicament, Hunter slides your panties down your legs and removes them, tossing them in the pile with your pants. He then props one of your legs over his shoulder and presses a hand against your abdomen to hold you upright.
His warm breath wafts against your sensitive skin as he separates your folds with two thick fingers. His tongue slowly peaks out, teasing your swollen clit with delicate flicks. You groan as you feel the warm wetness of him lapping up the release of your previous orgasm. Once he’s sure you’re past the point of overstimulation and ready to go again, he attacks with more fervor.
Your head snaps to the wall again as he starts devouring you with a renewed intensity, his lips closing around your clit as his tongue rapidly circles and flicks it. He switches up the rapid movements with broad, strong strokes against your pussy, making your hips arch into his face to push more pressure from him. He hums into you as you moan above him, the vibrations adding to the euphoric sensation of his tongue against you. He’s a quick study to your body, following any hitch of your breath or moan to follow what you like and return to those sweet spots over and over again as he enjoys you.
You feel a prodding at your entrance as he pokes one large finger into you, your hips keening against him as you allow him to push deeper into you. With a gasp, you feel him add a second finger into your tingling pussy. He groans, watching your cunt grip his fingers as he pushes them in and out of you.
“So wet for me, mesh’la.” He growls dipping his head back to lap at your clit while he fingers you. Matching the pace of his hand and mouth, you feel the tension of another orgasm building up. His fingers crook inside you, pressing against that hard to reach spongy spot inside you.
“Yes, right there!” You cry out, begging him not to stop. He focuses on hitting that spot with every thrust of his hand. He brings his other hand around to your ass, squeezing your cheek and bringing you closer to him to ravage. Your breath leaves your body in wanton moans as he brings you closer and closer to the edge again. The hand on your ass slides inward, until you feel a single finger circling around your other entrance.
“Hunter!” You yelp as the finger pokes in, teasing along your sensitive entrance. Your head flops down so you meet his eyes, a devilish, lustful darkness taking over them as he continues eating you out while fingering both of your holes. His pace in in your cunt increases, finger bending and stroking you just where you need him as he wrenches your orgasm out of you.
Toes curling, head snapping back, and eyes rolling into your head: you cry out. Your body tenses, your legs quake and you would fall over if it were not for him holding you up. Your pussy pulses as you release, the waves of ecstasy overpowering your body. Hunter works you through your release, removing the hand from your ass to keep you steady. He softly laps at your folds and slows the push of his fingers in you until he feels your walls stop pulsing then he removes them.
He rises off his knees to kiss you, his mouth glistening with a mixture of your release and his own spit. You lean into the kiss, one much softer than the ones that started you escapades. You curse to yourself when you notice your comm going off.
“That important?” Hunter grumbles against your skin, his lips dragging along your cheek.
You groan, realizing it’s your droid letting you know your ship is ready to go. “Sadly, it is.” You had wasted to much time before starting your next job. You look at him with apologetic eyes, your previous experiences with men leading you to think he might be angry about your lack of reciprocation. To your surprise, he grins and holds up his hands as he steps away.
“No worries, I get it. Duty calls.” He hands you your pants from off the ground, you mumble your thanks, looking around for your underwear when you realize he’s twirling them in his fingers. He smirks at you before he sniffs them and places them in a compartment on his belt. “Hey, if you want these back you’ll just have to find me next time you’re back on Ord Mantell.”
#redefining smut challenge#star wars smut#the clone wars smut#the bad batch smut#the bad batch#hunter x reader#hunter#sergeant hunter#sergeant hunter x reader#sergeant hunter x you#hunter x you#the bad batch x you#sergeant hunter and you#sergeant hunter and reader#the clone wars fanfic#the bad batch fanfiction#the bad batch fanfic#tbb hunter#tbb hunter smut#sergeant hunter smut#hunter x f!reader#hunter smut#clone force 99#sw tbb
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Safe & Sound ~ OT7 [Request]
WORD COUNT: 4.5K
GENRE: Angst with a fluffy ending, platonic friendship with the boys, fighting,
PAIRING: Platonic ot7 x Fem!Reader
A/N: I hope you enjoy this my love! Sorry it’s a little late my laptop completely gave out on me so I had to steal my brothers >.< I hope that this fic is okay for you and that Y/n isn’t too easily forgiving! I am working on that for you guys like I said before
The room was so hot it felt as though you were going to melt into a puddle on the seat, a heatwave had made its way through Seoul and Sejin made a decision to have a conference with the boys in the hottest room in the HYBE building. It was one of the hottest days in the year and instead of being out in the sun you were trapped in a meeting room waiting for Jimin to come and meet you, the boys and Sejin to have a nice long discussion about the tour that was going to be coming up.
The way that Sejin paced up and down in front of you made you nervous, he called a meeting with you and the boys and of course, Jimin was running late but Sejin had no idea why leading him to believe that you did. Being close with each of the boys meant you must have known everything, even if you didn't.
"You sure you have no idea?" You shook your head as Sejin asked you for the fifteenth time if you knew where Jimin was, you did, but you weren't going to let onto the fact that you knew. Jimin was on a date with his secret girlfriend and you were covering for him, you and the boys were the only ones who knew who the boys were dating since it was in their contracts that they weren't supposed to but they were boys. They had needs just like everybody else had so you kept their secret. After all, you were their best friend, you'd been with them since they debuted and you were always going to stick by their sides no matter what.
"He probably slept through his alarm Sejin, you know what he's like," You suggested, trying to calm the manager down who simply sighed and nodded his head at you finally taking a seat at the desk while the other six boys thanked you with their eyes. They all knew where he was but you didn't know the exact details, you never wanted to know the details just who they were with and how long they were going to be.
"Sorry, I'm late! The alarm just didn't wake me up," You sighed in relief as a sweaty-looking Jimin sat down in a chair beside Yoongi, Sejin said nothing as he stood up and began making his way over to a whiteboard to begin discussing the arrangements for the new tour.
As their personal assistant, you were going to be going along with them everywhere, as you did every tour, it was fun. You got to explore the world with some of your best friends as well as get some front row seats to the best performances you'd seen, though you had seen them enough times you could probably perform them with the boys. You'd gotten to travel around the world with your best friends, seeing the sights, having fun and just relaxing despite it being your job.
"As usual we'll stay in the cities for two nights and then head out to the plane the next morning, bright and early. That means no one can be late," Sejin said with a stern voice as he stared at Jimin who was hiding behind a cup of iced tea and blushing, you bit down on your lip to stop yourself from laughing and waited for Sejin to finish his speech. Hoping it would be soon so you could get out of the room, it was like sitting in a vivarium, if this was how snakes felt all of the time you never wanted to be one.
"I didn't think he was going to stop talking," Jin moaned as he sat in front of the small mini-fridge that was in Yoongi's studio, the door open as he let the cold air hit his body. You and Namjoon on the other hand were laid on the flooring under the air-con machine being blasted with cold air,
"I think I lost weight in there," You whined as you looked over at Jimin, his head in his phone clearly trying to apologise to his girlfriend who had ditched,
"Is she okay with it? I'm sorry I couldn't get you out of it, I already got Jungkook out of a meeting last week," You spoke softly as Jimin glanced up at you, shaking his head.
"It's not your place to make excused for us, don't be silly," You smiled weakly and laid your head back down on the floor as you watched the ceiling. All of the boys were dating and only you knew about it, no big deal. Namjoon had been together with his partner since the year after they debuted together, it was a surprise to you that no one else knew about them.
"How's your dating life going?" Hoseok asked as he fanned himself with a stack of papers from the coffee table, you scoffed at him whilst shaking your head.
"I don't have time for dating, I'm too busy looking after you idiots," You mumbled sarcastically as you sat up slowly, thanking Yoongi who came into the room carrying cold drinks for everybody.
"When was the last time you did something that wasn't for us?" Taehyung questioned, genuinely interested since to him all he seemed to him that you did was work, wor, work and sleep.
"Last week I went to that book shop-"
"Which you went to because Namjoon wanted the knew Leigh Bardugo book," Jungkook interrupted as he smirked at you.
"But I still went and got some things for myself." You grumbled, wanting to move on from this conversation as it made you uncomfortable.
"Y/n can do what she wants, when she wants she just choices to look after us," Yoongi reminded them as he could see how uncomfortable you were getting about the subject,
"Anyway, you need to listen to this new song, so come on." He quickly headed over to his computer and began typing as he searched for one of the songs he'd been working on, while you carefully snuck out of the door and headed to your office for the day.
"I'll walk you to your car," Jimin said as you walked into the elevator together, you glanced up at him and smiled weakly. It had been a long day of organising things for the upcoming tour, making sure the hotels you were going to visit had everything the boys would need as well as running around the building to make sure the boys had what they needed that day. Your head was spinning so fast you thought you were going to need a week-long nap just to make up for it,
"Can you drive me home instead? I feel like I might fall asleep," You whined, laying your head down on his shoulder as he chuckled hitting the garage floor buttons and nodding his head. It wasn't completely out of the ordinary for one of the boys to drive you home or for you to drive them home you were like a happy family and they always looked out for you.
"Sure, I'll get Jin-Hyung to pick me up from yours," He chuckled as he waited for the lift to move, laying his head on top of yours as you shut your eyes for a second wanting to rest them.
"Thank you for covering for me, I didn't mean to stay at Mina's last night, we just had a long night." You laughed softly while shaking your head,
"It's fine, you don't have to explain anything to me Jimin, just make sure you're on time or Sejin might get suspicious. I don't mind you boys dating as long as you can keep it under wraps, you know that." You poked his cheek as you stood up straight, getting out on your floor and giving your car keys to Jimin who began following you in the direction of your company car.
"What are you doing for your eighth year with the company?" He questioned, trying to make small talk to keep you awake for a little while longer, he knew how bad your sleeping patterns would get if you went to sleep now.
"I'm thinking of taking a week off, maybe go and have a holiday? You keep pestering me to do," You laughed softly as you got into the passenger side door of the car and watched Jimin as he started the engine, he always looked so confident when he drove compared to when he first passed his test and was always so nervous to even start up an engine.
"What?" He stared at you thinking he'd done something wrong but you shook your head with a smile,
"Nothing, you just look confident, it's a good thing." You whispered as you stared out of the window focusing on everything you were passing by as Jimin tried to make some basic conversation with you.
The next morning there was a weird feeling in your stomach that something was going to happen or that something bad had already happened and you had yet to figure out what it was. The boys hadn't replied to your calls or texts and Sejin was telling you there was an urgent meeting you had to be in right away with no excuses.
"Morning Ted, did your baby arrive yet?" You laughed softly looking up at the security guard as you signed in. Normally you would exchange small talk about his pregnant wife but today he seemed stand-offish and was ignoring you as he handed you your ID card and took your bag to scan it through.
"Everything is clear." Frowning at the way he was acting you headed over to the elevators ignoring the glances you were getting from people around you, it could have just been your imagination but they were whispering under their breath and pointing at you.
"I heard that it dropped late last night and she's the only one capable of knowing everything." The doors shut before you could hear anything else that one of the cleaners was saying, the feeling you had that morning tripled in size and your legs felt like jelly, you could have sworn you were going to throw up at any second. Rumours in this place were the worst kind of rumours, they could make you lose your job or have you arrested, no one seemed to think before they spoke around there and any kind of news true or false spread like wildfire.
"Morning Sejin, everyone is acting rather odd-" You stopped talking when you walked into one of the smaller conference rooms to see the boys sitting around the table with Sejin, all staring at you in silence as Sejin clicked on his laptop. Behind him on the projector screen appeared different articles about the boys all with yesterday's and today's date on them, each of them detailing the dating lives of the members with photographs.
"What the fuck," Your bag dropped from your shoulder and onto the floor as your eyes scanned over the screen, more and more articles popping up the more Sejin clicked on his keyboard.
"What happened? I thought you told me you would be careful!" You yelled staring at the boys who were all staring back at you, Yoongi scoffing as he shook his head at you.
"There Y/n goes, shifting the blame onto somebody else," Your heart began to pound against your chest as you realised they thought that it had been you to leak the stories to the press.
"What?" You stuttered out looking from Sejin to the boys, all of them had the same look of disgust on their faces as they looked at you. Well all of them except for Jungkook who seemed to have his head in his hands.
"We trusted you!" Namjoon hissed as he got up from the chair, slamming the palm of his hands against the wood as he locked eyes with you. It felt as though you were being told off by a parent only worse, this time you knew you'd done nothing wrong and yet they were going to blame you without any form of proof.
"Why would I go to the media? I've been working here for eight years, why would I go and throw away eight years of work and friendship?" You pleased with them, trying to make them see the sense in what they were saying, you would never do anything like this to them. Not to mention you'd signed thousands of contracts stating that you couldn't speak to anybody about what was happening outside of that building.
"No one else knows about it, no one but us and you," Yoongi mumbled, folding his arms over his chest as he stared out of the window. He couldn't bring himself to look at you, he felt betrayed in so many different ways.
"Is this how one of our songs was leaked four years ago?" Namjoon was hurling accusations at you but you shook your head, there was no way you were going to let them put the blame onto you for this. Not when you had nothing to do with it.
"Why would I do something like that? I'm your friend-"
"No you're not, you've never been our friend. You've been using us since the start," Jungkook finally spoke as he got up from his chair, you glanced over at him to see his eyes were bloodshot from crying, Sejin looked over at the door as someone knocked on it and he excused himself.
"I haven't been using you, I've been here since you debuted, I've been working with you guys. You're like my brothers, why would I ever hurt you like this?!" You were yelling now as they continued to put the blame onto you, you knew yelling wasn't going to make them see the truth but it was the only way you thought you could heard over them.
"Tell us we're wrong then, tell us you didn't go to the media with all our date stories," Hoseok said as he stared at you, arms folded over his chest as if he was challenging you to do something.
"Fine. You're wrong. I would never do something so idiotic," You stared at Jimin who had yet to say a word to you,
"Jimin took me home and I went to bed last night, I could barely lift my head up." You began going over in your mind what you had done the night before, there was no way you would do something like this.
"The sources came from your email account, your name was used to sign off on each source," Taehyung mumbled, getting up and pointing to the source materials all of the media outlets had been using.
"It's not that hard to get my email online, it's not that hard to find my name-"
"STOP LYING TO US!" Jimin finally cried out, red in the face from anger as he let tears stream down his cheeks, your heart felt as though it was breaking from the sight alone.
"Jimin...Please, I would never do something like this to you." Tears began to well up in the corner of your eyes as you wished he would believe you, hoping that was some way he would take your side through all of this.
"It's a good trick though, pretending to be our friend and then selling stories behind our backs," Yoongi said sarcastically as he sat back down in the chair it looked as though he'd already made up his mind on what had happened, they all had.
"You're a disappointment," Jungkook hissed, venom dripping from his words as he stormed out of the room, you begged him to stay but he ignored you.
"Why would we ever trust a snake, like you?" Another stab to the heart as Jin stormed out of the room with the words, you turned to look at Jimin who was normally the one to take both sides during a discussion but this time he seemed to have already made up his mind and he was set in his way.
"You have to believe me, I would never-"
"Then how do you explain it?! How do you explain everyone knowing it all! You're the only one that knew all of this information Y/n! Just fucking own up to it and don't be so stupid," He yelled in your face making your breathing hitch in your throat, you watched him walk out of the room followed by Yoongi, Taehyung, Hoseok leaving you alone with only Namjoon who was shaking his head at you.
"Joonie-"
"Only my friends get to call me that, we never should have trusted you." He rubbed his temples and you knew what that meant, he was trying to make a decision about something and your heartbroke. It was about you and you knew it.
"To make things easier, since no one believes me anyway, you can stick your job," You mumbled, snapping the lanyard that carried your ID inside and dropping it onto the desk. Followed by the company car keys,
"I'll give you the apartment key when I move out," You grumbled, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind you.
"Don't act like you're better than us! You did this to yourself!" Yoongi yelled as you joined him in the hallway outside of the meeting room, you scoffed at him as you finally let the tears go.
"You know what, you've already made your decision so it clearly doesn't matter. What happened to innocent until proven guilty?!" You yelled back at him, you didn't need to worry about losing your job since you'd already quit, there was nothing holding you back anymore.
"What happened to, "Y/n you're our best friend, no matter what?', or is that all just bullshit now?" You yelled out, eyes scanning over their faces as the elevator let you know it was on the floor. Ted got out and you knew he was there for you.
"We never should have hired you," Jimin laughed as he looked at you, everyone on that floor began to come out of their rooms to get a look at what was happening as if it was something happening on their TV show instead of right in front of them,
"We never should have hired a stupid girl who no one else wanted, someone who ruins everything that she touches!" You stiffened up your back as you heard him, Ted touched your upper arm but you moved away from him walking yourself into the elevator as you shook your head.
"You guys act like you're so sweet and yet you're toxic to the one person who's only ever always been there for you." You mumbled, hitting the bottom floor button before the doors shut, leaving them behind as you sunk down onto the floor crying at the thought of them hating you forever.
"Do you think we were too harsh?" Hoseok whispered as he sat in the dorms later that night with Jungkook and Taehyung, all three of them were regretting what they had said while the others stayed in their rooms not speaking with one another.
"No, I mean...There was no one else it could have been, she didn't have to lie to us," Taehyung grumbled as he poked at his food with his chopsticks, he'd lost his appetite all day being worried about what you were going through back at the apartment you were staying in.
"Well, I mean not really...It could have been any one of the girls we're dating..." Jungkook whispered as he looked over at Hoseok who sighed to himself, none of them had thought it through before accusing you of being the one to leak information.
"Why would they though?" Taehyung frowned, he knew his girlfriend would never do something that could potentially ruin their relationship.
"Why would who, do what?" Namjoon questioned hearing the end of their conversation,
"Jungkook thinks one of our girlfriends could have been the one to leak the information but why would they? I mean, unless it was out of spite but I don't think they would," Hoseok explained, thinking back to his girlfriend and shaking his head, he knew she would never betray his trust that way but Namjoon's face seemed to turn pale and it looked as though he was beginning to sweat.
"Namjoon?" Jungkook questioned, confused as to why the leader looked as though he'd just seen a ghost roaming around the halls of the dorms.
"I mean- What if it was one of our girlfriends...I- Me and Jessi had a fight last night and we broke up...She knows everything Y/n knows and more...She never liked Y/n either so she would do it to spite us all..." The room suddenly fell cold even though it was a heatwave and the boys all panicked, darting for their phones to try and contact you while Namjoon tried to piece everything together and think of a way to get it out of his ex that she did or did not do it.
Getting it out of Jessi wasn't easy but after HYBE ordered a warrant to go through her internet histories finding everything came from her IP address, including multiple email accounts created under your name and address the boys instantly tried to get into contact with you but you had blocked their numbers wanting nothing more to do with people who thought that you were lying to them.
"I bought a coffee, to make up for things," Jungkook said as you walked out of your apartment to find him standing there staring at you. HYBE had allowed you to stay in the apartment until you found another place to live and the boys had been sending over non-stop gifts to try and say sorry to you, this was the first time you'd seen any of them face to face since it happened.
"You think a coffee, some flowers and a huge 'I'm Beary sorry' teddy bear are going to make up for it?" You scoffed, pulling the strap of your bag over your shoulder, making your way towards the building's main elevator where the rest of the boys were waiting. They knew there was nothing they could do, say or give to you that would even begin to make up for what they said and did to you. Embarrassing you in front of everyone that was in that hallway that day, yelling at you, accusing you of something you'd never done in your life.
"No, but it's a way of us saying sorry and starting to mend what we broke," Jungkook whispered, Jimin glanced up at you as you looked over each of them. It was obvious how sorry they all were but if you forgave them so easily who was to say that they wouldn't do it all over again? You didn't want them to use you like you were some kind of mug.
"Will you think about it?" Namjoon questioned as you got into the elevator without saying anything to them but you had no idea what to say, it was hard. After eight years you thought they trusted you as much as you trusted them but clearly, you were wrong about that fact.
"I guess...But it hurt, knowing that after all these years you didn't believe me." You looked up at them as they all looked down at the ground apologetically.
"We're sorry," They each said as the doors shut, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your vibrating phone. Sejin had been trying to get in contact with you since he found out it was all Jessi, he wanted to get you to come back to your job and apologise for what had happened but you ignored his calls and voicemails. You just needed some time and space to think everything over, things would never go back to the way they were. You'd never be able to be as close with the boys as you once were but it was worth a shot. Right?
The last few weeks consisted of sneaking into the HYBE building without the members knowing, signing all new contracts to work with a different team and group as well as trying to mend your business relationship with Sejin. Since you felt betrayed by him and the boys you no longer wanted to work under them but that didn't mean you couldn't be friends and still work for the company. After eight years you decided you weren't just going to throw it all away for nothing.
"You're here?" Jimin questioned as he walked into one of the lounge area's in the building to see you standing with JR from NU'EST, he was talking to you about something he wanted brought to him.
"I am, I'm working though so if you want something you'll have to walk and talk," Jimin frowned as he followed you out into the hallway, following you around as you headed towards the canteen to get a coffee.
"You're working for NU'EST now?" He questioned, watching you closely as you nodded your head, turning to look up at him with a weak smile.
"This was the only way I could think of saving a friendship...I couldn't work for you or Sejin again so I'm with NU'EST...I'll see you around and we can develop our friendships again," He knew that you were coming from a good place and it was nice to know you were willing to work on your friendships with them but he couldn't help but feel hurt by you choosing to sign with a different band after everything you'd done with them.
"Jimin...This was the only way I could come back to work," You whispered as he nodded at you, following you back up to the lounge and he told all of the boys what was happening.
Days at the company turned into weeks which turned into months of you working for the new group, working alongside them while working on your friendship with the NU'EST members as well as the BTS boys again, wanting nothing more than your friendship to be as strong as it once was and it was back at that point. You felt as though you could trust them and get along with them better,
"It feels good to have you back," Jungkook said as he handed you a plate of food, all eight of you were at the dorms eating take-out and watching some bad movie that Hoseok had picked out. It was your monthly movie night that you used to have together, it was nice to know that everything was clicking back into place and you were developing growth with them.
"I CALLED IT!" Yoongi yelled as the two side characters began to make out in the forest before being killed by the movie killer, it was a tradition between you all to make bets on movie cliche's that would be used within the movies.
"It was so obvious," You mumbled putting the money you owed him into his hand before stealing one of the spring rolls from his plate and eating it happily. It was safe to say everything was back to the way it should have been in the first place, the way things were happy. You felt as though you were back home safe and sound.
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happy trails
pairing - yuta x reader
genre - smut, lil fluffy
contains - dom Yuta, chubby f!reader, outdoor sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it fr), D/s, fingering, some body love/praise
wordcount: 1.7k
summary: hiking in the woods and getting it on in the great outdoors like nature intended.
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"Can we take a quick break?" You ask, doubling over to brace yourself on your thighs for a quick second. You didn't recall this hiking trail being this hard, and you were evidently not prepared for the steeper slopes in the second half.
"We're not too far from the point where it's all downhill," Yuta reassures you, retracing his steps and offering you a bottle of water. Seeing how out of breath you are, he smiles sympathetically. "But we can stop a while here."
"Thanks." You take a swig of water. It's not like it's too tough, you're just a bit out of shape from a whole ass quarantine spent mostly indoors. Yuta seems unbothered, but he had kept up dancing while the world was shut down so it's no surprise he's lost very little athletic ability in comparison.
This trail usually is a cinch for both of you, more for relaxed sightseeing than a challenging hike. You lament your lack of fitness and find a spot to sit and rest amongst the roots of trees lining the dirt path.
"Ugh, I'm in worse shape than I thought," you admit. Yuta crouches in front of you, elbows resting on his knees.
"It's not that bad," he reassures you. "A year of being a couch potato doesn't look too bad on you." He pokes your cheek and you bat at his hand.
"I know full well how you feel about it," you say, narrowing your eyes. He smiles, angelic, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Last night he had squeezed your hips, your thighs, where you've become softer in your sedentary lifestyle, and described in detail how good you felt under his hands. He had surprised you a bit with his enthusiasm for your rounder, softer body, but then you had a sneaking suspicion he would like any type of body as long as it was yours.
That said, the aforementioned enthusiasm was part of why you were struggling today; your inner thighs had taken a battering from his hips and you rode him for nearly an hour, making up for lost time. You'd had better ideas in your life than hiking after a session like that, but the way Yuta always lit up in nature swayed you to go anyway.
He rocks forward, falling onto his knees, and nudges your legs apart with his hands sliding up your bare thighs to the hem of your shorts. You glance up and down the trail. You're not well hidden, but you can't see anyone.
"Yuta~" you sing-song, patting his head. "Whatcha doing?"
"I just missed you," he says, smiling brightly. He shifts to grasp the back of your thighs where they meet you butt, a ticklish spot that makes you squirm.
"We spent all yesterday together," you remind him, "and I'm here now."
"Mmhm," he agrees, kissing your inner thigh. "So I want to touch you more."
"Maybe somewhere a little more hidden?" You suggest, making him grin as you grab his hand and you both stand up, you leading further into the trees.
It's a warm, bright day, and the long undisturbed forest shelters you from the direct sun. Still, when you find a spot well hidden from the path and turn to Yuta, the dappled light on his face is so pretty you have to kiss him.
He cups the back of your head with one hand, the other resting on your waist, and despite what you said moments ago you sigh in relief now you're getting to kiss him again. It really was too long; your body missed him just as much as your heart did. He slowly presses you back until your back hits the trunk of a broad tree, then tugs your hair gently to change the angle and deepen the kiss.
When you run the tip of your tongue along his lip he opens to you eagerly. Just kissing him excites your instincts, a pulse of heat building in your lower stomach. His fingers dig into the soft give of your hip, making you let out a soft, encouraging little sound. His tongue explores your mouth, re-mapping you, claiming ownership, eliciting faint whimpers and moans until his hand glides down your stomach and slips under your shorts.
He finds your clit, skimming over it with his fingertips before pinching it between the pads of his fingers and rolling it between them, and you can't help the needy sounds that leave you or the way you arch up against him, greedy for his hands all over you, his lips on yours. You can only whine in disappointment when he breaks the kiss to look at you.
"Cutie," he says, but it sounds like you're getting a telling off. "You can't be so noisy. What if someone hears you?"
On the contrary, that spikes another sound from you, a startled little cry while he continues playing with your clit.
"I forgot, that's not a problem for you, is it?" He goes on, tucking his tongue into his cheek for a second to suppress a smile. "You like when people watch. When they hear how well I fuck you, the pretty noises you make with me inside you."
You nod mindlessly, his continued attention and his words twisting up inside you, making you clench down around nothing, a gnawing need growing in the pit of your stomach.
"You want me inside, don't you, baby?" He asks, a hint of pity in his voice, and you give him the puppy eyes.
"Mmhm," you respond, taking his wrist gently in your hand and tugging him closer. "I want your fingers inside me, puppy, please?"
The use of your affectionate nickname for him makes him smile warmly, before he slides a finger into your slit. You roll your hips, pulling him deeper and giving an encouraging moan, and then a squeak of surprise when his other hand presses firmly over your mouth. You blink up at him.
"Be quiet," he warns. You nod dumbly. As he starts moving his finger inside you your sounds are muffled against his hand, and you cling tightly to him. He crooks his finger against your g-spot, makes you yelp and buck your hips forward, before he surges forward and presses you into the tree trunk, pinning you there and assaulting that spot inside you until your cunt tightens down around him. "Cum for me. Right now."
You can only obey, a flush of heat rolling over your skin, the tension breaking and your muscles fluttering around him as you cum with a muffled whimper.
He pulls out, manhandling you until you're pressed face-first against the tree and he unfastens your shorts and pulls them down to your knees. "You want your puppy to use you, baby? Use his favourite little toy?"
You gasp as you feel the head of his cock press at your entrance from behind, slipping in your slick, stretching you already as it pushes an inch into your needy cunt. "Y-yes- please use me, I wanna make puppy feel good..."
He drives his cock into you with a firm shove, bottoming out with his hips against yours, growling low against the back of your neck when you gasp and moan at the way he stretches your cunt mercilessly with his girth.
"Feel that?" He asks, grinding into you, and your body allows him entrance, moulding to the shape of him while you whimper from the sheer pleasure. "You made your puppy so hard. You're such a good little toy. I'm gonna breed my pretty toy now, fill you up with cum."
You push back against him and feel his arms come around you, one hand grasping your shoulder and the other on your neck. Then he draws his hips back, slamming back into you to elicit a choked groan. The full force of his thrusts borders on painful, but your pussy clenches and drips around him, serving its purpose as a tight, wet hole for him to use to get off.
"You're squeezing me so tight, baby," Yuta pants. "It feels that good? You like getting your pretty little cunt pounded like that?"
Between his hand on your neck and your barely muffled cries, there's no way you could start to respond. You nearly sob as he brings you to another mind shattering climax, upping his pace as you clamp down around him.
"God, I love feeling my little toy cum on my cock. Makes me wanna breed you." You cry out, feeling him pulse and grow harder inside you, his deep thrusts turning your mind and your legs to jelly.
"Yes, please," you choke out. "Fuck me full of your cum, I'm yours, all yours, puppy."
He growls, movements verging on feral, his nails digging your shoulder as he rails you for all you're worth. His other hand goes tight, cutting off your sounds and your air supply, and you grit your teeth, another orgasm ripping through you before he shoves deep, giving a few short and sharp thrusts and filling your insides with his seed.
You tap frantically at his wrist and he releases you, letting you heave in a few deep breaths and get yourself under control. Yuta rubs his cheek against the back of your neck, almost like he's scent marking you.
"Ugh," he groans. "You drive me crazy. You know you do, right?"
You laugh breathlessly. "I kind of gathered."
He laughs with you, his arms around you turning into an affectionate back hug as he softens inside you. You sigh, content, but aware you can't stay like this forever. Eventually, Yuta gives a brief warning before pulling out, his cum dripping out and down your inner thighs, sending a hot shiver through your body. He pulls your shorts back up, your panties getting soaked from the mess he left, making you squirm.
"Yuta," you whine, "that's gross."
He leans in, kissing your cheek and jaw. "If you prefer, next time I'll gather it up on my fingers and feed it to you." You squeak, both mortified and weirdly turned on at the image. He chuckles. "But this time my little toy gets to walk home proud to be soaked in my cum. Okay?"
Dizzy and sub-spaced, you nod obediently, and he pats your head.
"Good. We've only got about a quarter of the trail left. Let's go."
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5+1 - [Part 2]
5 times Iida was tickled and the one he wasn’t
[PART ONE]
Kanene’s note: What a helloooo! I am baack! Gosh, look at me! Having a posting schedule! Who would say, huh? xDD Well, I hope you like this >u<
Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:
* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.
* This is a SFW tickle fanfic with family tickles, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of very greeat arts in this site!! ^w^)b
* This is Lee!Iida with Ler!Aizawa and Nemuri sprinkling some tease here and there. All relationships are platonic. Around 1.500 words.
* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/
* Look at the window and find something that is worth smiling for. Don’t forget to drink water, sleep and eat! <33
[~*~]
“Iida Tenya.”
“Ooooh noo,” Nemuri added from the spot on the floor where she sat, pampering and spoiling Shouta’s cats with plenty of snacks, a sharp grin gleaming at the boy who came running from the kitchen and now looked from a side to another with a panicked expression on his face, fast to move his arms in an ‘abort mission’ sign to the woman. “Looks like someone is in trouble! ~”
“Nemuri-san, please I ask for you to control your voice!!” Tenya whispered in a volume that most people would categorize as a shout, especially with Shouta’s hero trained hearing. Nemuri, though, just expanded her wicked grin as the nine old boy didn’t realize the dark figure arriving right behind him. “He can’t know I am here!”
“Aw, my dear,” she pouted in fake empathy at Iida’s inevitable fate, scratching Pudding under her chin, her loud motor like purring echoing in the silence. “But Shouta already knows.” Iida stilled as a statue when a shadow loomed over him, starting to turn around, slowly. “He always knows.”
“Gotcha.”
His quirk activated a second before Aizawa erased it with his own, making the blue haired one stumble on his own legs, almost falling on the ground if it wasn’t for the arms that grabbed him in a firm hug, fingers worming their way to his armpits, prodding and digging on the awfully ticklish flesh there.
“What,” Shouta started, with a tune that tipped on bored, his plain face contrasting to the smaller’s puffed cheeks as he wiggled and shook with the contained giggles. “Did I say about my orange flavored jelly packs, huh?”
“Aww, is the itsy bitsy Tenya ticklish? Can’t he take all the tickly-tickly-tickly tickles his favorite grumpy uncle gives to him? Huh? Aww, my poor ticklish boy.” Nemuri teased, ignoring the glare her friend sent on her direction in favor to stare at Tenya, who went redder at her words, a couple of squeaky snorts escaping from his lips.
“I will remind you what I said about eating my jellies without permission: don’t. Never. Do not look. Do not touch and especially, do not even think about eating it.” Aizawa highlighted the last phrase by blowing a raspberry right behind Iida’s neck, leading the boy to squeal, uncontrolled laughter following it almost immediately. The taller man did his best to keep a serious face, principally as the arms of his ‘victim’ rocked up and down, from the left to the right and in random patterns without even being able to get themselves enough control to attempt to stop him. “And you did, so now you will face the consequences. It’s only logical.”
“A-Aizahahazawa-san I, I cahahahAAH!” Shout cut the other’s protest by throwing him in the air, resting his hands on his sides when he caught him again, slightly clawing his stomach with his fingers, fishing uncontrollable, bubbly giggles from him. “Please, please! I can-'' Snort. “I can ehehexplain!” Yelp. Half words, Half pleas. Giggles. Giggles. Giggles. “I hahahave the right, Aizawa-sahahahan!”
Shouta contented himself in making the younger squirm – left, right, left, left, right and repeat – from a side to another by tapping his fingers on his sides repeatedly, sometimes giving a quick scratch only to gain another yelp, pretending to think about the proposal for a little less than a minute.
“No.” He decided, spidering his fingers merciless on the death spot. Iida threw his head back, crackles flying from him in a waterfall of shrieks and squeaks.
“Come one, Shou! Let the boy speak! As much I love this lovely, absolutely adorable laughter that makes you want to tickle and tickle him forever and ever, and aww, wouldn’t you love it, my dear? To get all the tiggles-tickles you could ever want for all eternity?” Iida kicked and shook his head in protest, more pleas falling from him, face and neck in flames. “I think he has the right to defend himself.”
“Which side are you?”
“No side deserves my awesome presence.” Aizawa rolled his eyes. “What is the matter, Shou? Afraid that you will lose in a logical battle with baby Tenya?”
“Ihihihi am NOT ahahaha baby!!” Iida protested through his hysterical laughter, nothing giving him more strength than correct factually incorrect statements. “I ahahahaham a very hehehealthy chihihihih- – No! Not there! – chihihihild! Mom said so!”
Nemuri hid her snickers behind her hands, receiving a very unamused yowl from Pudding, the cat demanding her to come back to her ear scritches immediately. The woman resumed to her wishes.
Shouta recognized a bait when he heard one, but watching the way tears started to appear in the corner of the younger’s eyes, he decided to bite it.
He adjusted him so the boy would be resting on his hips, his hand resting calmly on his ribs, a much less ticklish spot.
“You have fifty seconds.”
“WHAT!” Iida stared at him in disbelief, turning to look at Kayama in the search of reinforcements, and being gifted with nothing more than a joyful shrug, his brother’s best friend being very glad in just watch the chaos unraveling in front of her and, unnoticed by the other two who were caught up on the silliness, the camera carefully hidden behind Pudding’s fluffy form. “That ihihisn’t even a minute! It’s impossiblehe to mahahake a good defehense under this condici- conditionaries… undeheher that pressure!”
“Conditions.” Aizawa offered, “and heroes work under pressure. You want to be one when you grow up, right?”
“Yes!” Iida’s smile got even bigger than it already was, his eyes also becoming even brighter, shining with the determination of his new challenge.
“Good,” the tired adult smirked, starting to count with his fingers as the seconds went by. “Start to talk then.”
Tenya tried to clear his mind, together with keeping his resolve strong enough to not visibly squirm or titter every time Aizawa made any infinitesimal move. He never thought he would really be able to convince his uncle to let him make a true attempt to escape from this, therefore he didn’t possess any good enough reason to explain besides the ‘it was orange flavored and oranges are delicious!’
A sentence pulled him out of the frenzy of thoughts dashing on his brain at full speed. “You have twelve seconds now.”
“WHAT!” Tenya cried, seriously thinking about just pushing Shouta’s arms away and trying to run to the safety of the guest room.
“You seem to have a problem keeping track of the time.” The small kid nodded at his direction and Aizawa almost felt bad by his next move.
Almost.
“Let me help you, then.”
The underground hero poked an index finger on the lowest rib, vibrating on the sensitive spot for a few pieces of second, tearing a sputtering guffaw as Iida realized the true meaning of his words. “One.” He pressed another rib, and another, and another. “Two. Three. Four…”
“Noho! Wait! Wait!!”
“Five… Six. Seven…”
“Oops. It looks like you’re running out of time, sweetheart.” Nemuri added, unhelpfully. “Well, let’s just hope the mean Shouta won’t attack those awfully ticklish knees of yours when the time is over, right?”
“NOHOT MY KNEHES!”
“Good luck. Ten. Eleven. Twel-”
“YOULIED!”
Aizawa stopped.
“What?” He blinked one, two, three times. As if the meaning of the rushed words would become clearer. “No. I hid it and I was very clear in saying you couldn’t touch it. There is no lie here.”
“There is! A lie of omiz-” Iida closed his eyes, concentrating on the word and controlling the few giggles that still slipped from his mouth. He wanted to be a hero and heroes succeed through the pressure! “omission! Which means hiding! You hid the information so you were lying to me, so I… I… I taught you a lesson!”
They stared at each other for what seemed a lifetime.
Aizawa huffed a chuckle, lowering the boy to the ground, trying to not be blinded by the excitement and proudness exhaling from the younger when he realized that he succeeded in “logicing” his way out of the playful “punishment”, beaming on the ball of his feet at both adults.
“Good. In a fight, using your opponents’ words against them can be an important tool. Also, as a physical opening, don’t forget that I was carrying you, which means that if you hit the back of my knees hard enough I would weaken my grip and that would give you the opportunity to run. I would try to not hurt you when I fell, so that is also a weakness you could exploit.” After a thought, he added. “Try to do that the next time Hizashi tickles you.”
“You are a bastard.” Kayama replied, earning an exasperated gasp from Tenya. “Not you, dear. I am talking about Shouta.” That did nothing to alleviate the boy’s rebellion, his lecture of how ‘This isn’t the proper vocabulary of a hero’ was soon interrupted as the apartment door flew open, Ingenium walking through it. He immediately extended his arms, hugging his brother when the aforementioned jumped on him, part of the exhaustion of a day’s work being eased by the younger attics.
“Tensei! Tensei! I already did all my homework and I brushed my teeth and I played with the cats so they would not be sad or bored and I ate all my greenies and also-”
“-ate all my orange jelly packs.” Aizawa completed.
“And Aizawa-san tickled me because of it! Using very villainous techniques even though he is a very good and skilled hero! But then I won! I showed him logic and, and, and then he let me go!”
“Oof, that sounds like a very exciting day!” Tensei ruffled the boy’s hair, fondness dripping in waves from his acts and words. “But you don’t need to worry anymore about Shouta, the Grumpy Tickle Monster because now I am here!” Tensei posed in a poor representation of All Might's usual pose. “Ready to protect you!”
“Oh.” A dangerous tune marked Shouta’s grin and voice, making the blue haired hero to shiver with all the teenagerhood memories that this brought over. “Don’t get over yourself, assuming you’re out of danger, too.”
A wobbly smile took over Tensei's expression as Shouta cracked his knuckles, preparing himself for a chase. “Don’t think I don’t know exactly who told him where I hid my jelly packs.” The older Iida got his younger brother on his arms, flexing his legs, preparing to not give up so easily.
Aizawa decided he was feeling merciful today.
“You have three seconds.” Iida gasped in protest, an argument on the tip of his tongue. “Run.”
#Playful tickles#!#Aizawa the tickle monster is back/lh#xDD#Nemuri is there to tease and see some chaos#Lee!Iida#Ticklish!Iida#Ler!Aizawa#Bnha tickles#Bnha tickling#Kanene's fic#Kanene's Fanfic#5+1 fic#Kid!Tenya#Nemuri and Tensei make a quick appearence but techinically don't participate of the tickling part#I am with some mean headache and stuff so sdfghyujidfjh no rambling tags today
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Smoke
cw// smoking
// these are fictional characters. pls don’t smoke kids. lung cancer is not good
Ranboo lulled his exhausted body into the front entrance of the mansion. He’d gotten off work later than usual and had to trek home all alone in complete darkness. His eyes were as heavy as his feet and his limbs felt like jelly from all of the serving and cleaning he’d done through out the day. Ranboo slid out of his winter coat and was just about to toss it onto a nearby chair when a small white box fell out of one of the pockets. As he bent down to pick it up, he heard Tubbo’s voice come out from the darkness.
“Since when did you start smoking?” Ranboo turned around to see Tubbo sat at the base of the grand staircase. He must’ve gotten home earlier than Ranboo because he was already changed into his pajamas and wrapped in a big grey blanket. Ranboo looked down at the cigarette in his mouth. He’d almost forgotten it was there.
“Wilbur, umm,” Ranboo quietly stumbled for a response as he reached for the small white box of cigarettes that Wilbur had given him as ‘endorsement’ for his ‘good work’ a couple months ago. The lid had fallen open like the gapping mouth of a fish, exposing those slender white smoking sticks. Ranboo made sure to keep eye contact with Tubbo who waited patiently for a response. “If it’s a problem around you I can just try to keep it a work thing.” He murmured. Tubbo took a moment to look Ranboo up and down. He really must’ve looked as tired as he felt. Then the boy stood from his seat and came over to him. Ranboo thought he’d smack the box out of his hand and start shouting, but instead he reached up and snagged one of the sticks that was poking out and reached his hand out for the lighter. Ranboo hesitated out of pure surprise, but then quickly dug for Wilbur’s lighter and handed it to Tubbo.
“Come with me.” Tubbo said before spinning around and heading upstairs. Ranboo paused awkwardly by the chair, a million questions racing through his mind, but he set his coat down and went after Tubbo. Together they climbed to the highest room in the mansion, then Tubbo opened a window and climbed up on the roof, beckoning for Ranboo to follow.
Outside the night was crisp and clear. Snowchester was one of those places where you could see the entire sky and all of the stars if you managed to stay up late enough. Tonight the moon was missing. Tonight it had no intention of outshining all the stars.
Ranboo watched Tubbo climb up to the peak of the roof before finding a good spot to sit. Then Ranboo followed and found a seat next to him. Ranboo shivered. It was freezing out and he had left his coat downstairs, but Tubbo offered him a space under his big blanket. Once they were settled, Tubbo placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it in one quick flick. He handed the lighter back to Ranboo and took a nice long hit. Ranboo watched intently as Tubbo soaked in all of the smoke, holding it in for a generous amount of time before finally releasing it into the wintery air. It was almost like watching Wilbur himself. This was something he knew. But there was a difference in the way he handled the smoke. Ranboo could tell that it was something he hadn’t done or thought about in a long time.
Then Tubbo noticed Ranboo staring at him and smiled.
“What? Have I grown a fifth limb or something?” He said jokingly before looking back out at the black horizon.
“I’ve never seen you smoke before.” Ranboo said. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the sight. Tubbo glanced in Ranboo’s direction for a moment and then released another stream of smoke out into the night air before replying.
“Me and Tommy used to do it all the time with Will, but everyone kind of stopped after he died.” He said. It was odd how the thought had never occurred to Ranboo, even after knowing Wilbur for months. Tubbo pulled the cigarette from his lips and snickered. “You know, when Fundy was little, Will would make us sit outside on the roof just like this so that we wouldn’t get him all smokey. I wanted to do the same for Michael.” Tubbo brought the cigarette back up to his lips, but paused. “How is Wilbur by the way? Has he proven he’s changed yet, or is he still the same ruthless conniving bastard that let me die?” Tubbo asked the question so casually, as if it were part of a joke.
“You have very little faith in him.” Ranboo replied.
“Well he sent my husband home with a pack of cigarettes so you can imagine my skepticism.” There was no real heat behind Tubbo’s words, still, Ranboo could tell that it’d take something revolutionary for Tubbo to trust Wilbur again, if he ever did. Ranboo sucked on his own smoke and puffed it out along with his foggy breath from the cold. He contemplated the time he’d spent with Wilbur, searching for small moments in which the man had shown true compassion and regret, but most of the man’s actions were still deadest on his competition with Quackity. Despite that, Ranboo wasn’t about to give up on him so easily.
Ranboo looked back over at Tubbo. He too was lost in his own thoughts.
“Hey,” He prompted. Tubbo turned to him with a questioning expression. “Are you ok? Like actually? You seemed really upset last time you talked with him.” He asked. Tubbo appeared taken aback for a moment before turning his gaze to the ground.
“I honestly thought you’d forgotten about that. But yeah. I’m ok.” Ranboo wasn’t entirely convinced, but there wasn’t much he could do. Sometimes it felt to Ranboo like Tubbo was just trying to protect himself. Like he wasn’t allowed to feel hurt or pain because of everything that happened to him growing up. From the smallest thing; friendship founded through a pack of cigarettes; to the biggest thing; losing it all to explosions and fireworks. Ranboo couldn’t imagine his life like that. He wasn’t sure how any of them made it.
“I’m sorry.” Ranboo said, and Tubbo lifted his head to face him.
“About what?” He asked. His eyes bright with curiosity. Ranboo wondered how in the world he was going to protect that brightness. He feared the day anyone should ever snuff it.
“About everything.” He said. Tubbo was quiet for a moment before scoffing.
“You’re so weird.” He giggled and bumped Ranboo’s shoulder as he said it. Ranboo couldn’t keep himself from smiling as well. Then Tubbo leaned back so that he was laid flat on the slope of the roof. Ranboo copied him, letting the open star-filled sky envelop his vision.
The two of them sat out there in the cold, wrapped tightly under the big fluffy blanket, smoking the hour away. It was as if they were floating in space and nothing on earth would ever reach either of them again. Ranboo felt Tubbo’s fingers link into his. No matter how bad things got. No matter how terrible their pasts were. They had each other and that would always be enough.
Being terrified about tomorrow wasn’t so bad when you had someone to be terrified with.
Then, after a while, Tubbo let go. He sat up and tossed his finished cigarette off the roof, then turned to Ranboo who remained flat on his back.
“I don’t want you smoking at home, but if you need to, you always have this place on the roof.” Then he turned around and headed back inside, clutching his arms in the cold. Ranboo stayed in his spot under the blanket, smoking away his confusion. Was that disapproval or authorization? Would Tubbo join him again, or did all of this reminded him too much of the past? Is that why he designated Ranboo this space?
Ranboo positioned his head back so that he was looking up at the deep starry void once again. Tubbo could be so strange sometimes. He never seemed to be angry with Ranboo. All Tubbo did was care. Ranboo took a deep breath in, letting the smoke swirl to the base of his lungs before puffing it out onto the brilliant constellations before him. Then he felt a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. It was a feeling that very little people he knew experienced in their lifetimes. It was a feeling that often seemed more fiction than fact. It was a feeling that made your stomach glow orange and the bones in your body turn to bubbles.
To put it to the limited words of language, Ranboo might describe the feeling as infallible, irrefutable, utterly inimitable peace.
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Dye Day Disasters
Pairing: Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey/Reader
Word Count: 2,377
Warnings: None!
Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell
Dio dyes his hair black every three weeks, and he does so in his bathroom. He has it all down to a science, so he should have no problem helping you dye your hair a fun color, right? Let’s just hope this afternoon project doesn’t turn into a colorful hair fail.
“I’m going out!”
You looked up, seeing Dio by the door, stepping into his boots. “Where to?”
Dio shrugged. “Drug store. It’s dye day.”
Almost immediately, you were up and by his side. “I’m coming.”
“You aren’t dressed,” Dio pointed out. “And why?”
“I wanna dye my hair too,” you said. “Wait here, I’ll be ready in ten.”
True to your word, you were ready in ten minutes. Dio rolled his eyes, but put his arm over your shoulders as you two walked down the street to the drug store on the corner. The summer sun was warm on your skin as you walked, and you had no idea how the hell Dio wasn’t dying in his leather coat.
“Alright,” Dio said once you were in front of the dyes in the drug store. “What color do you want?” As he spoke, he reached over you and grabbed a bottle of black dye for himself.
You shrugged, looking over the dyes. “I dunno. Will I need bleach?”
“Probably. I’ve got some at home, but grab another one just in case.”
You grabbed a bottle of bleach and continued to consider your colors. “What about this?” You pointed to a bottle of hair dye that was the color of maraschino cherries called ‘Poison’. “Danger Days red!”
Dio snorted. “Mhm. Okay Gerard. If you want our bathroom to look like a crime scene, go right ahead.”
You laughed, continuing down the line. “Beetlejuice green?”
“Yeah,” Dio said. “It’d look good on you.”
Humming, you kept looking. “I’ve made up my mind,” you announced, grabbing the ‘Iris green’ and the ‘Virgin pink’ dyes. “We can half-and-half it!”
Dio smiled. “You’ll look like a watermelon.”
“And you’ll look like a bottle of ink again when we’re done,” you pointed out, walking happily to the counter.
When you got back to the apartment, Dio popped over your windows while you dragged your office chair into the kitchen. Spinning it eagerly, you lined up the various dyes on the kitchen counter and called Dio in.
“What the fuck is this?” He asked, seeing you emptying the sink.
“Bathroom gets cramped when it’s the both of us,” you reminded him. “Plus, this chair is infinitely better than bending over the sink.” To demonstrate, you sat in the chair and tipped all the way back, fumbling with the lever on the bottom that would lock it in place. “See?”
Dio sighed, looking over the dyes. “Fine. Drag the chair back over here. I’m bleaching your hair first.”
Rolling back towards Dio, you smiled watching him take his jacket off. “Comfy?” He asked, putting his hands on your shoulders.
“Yep!”
Dio popped open the bleach and expertly mixed it in a dye bowl. He set the bowl on the counter and looked at you. “Do you like that shirt?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You’ll ruin it,” Dio said. “Put this on.” He handed you an oversized Panic! at the Disco shirt with bleach and dye stains around the collar. You stripped out of your shirt and put Dio’s on, sitting back down and letting Dio put a towel across your shoulders.
“Ready?” Dio asked.
You nodded. “Do it.”
Dio smiled at your enthusiasm and slowly began to section your hair, using a surprising amount of hair clips. You relaxed into the chair, knowing you’d probably be here for a while. Scrolling aimlessly through your phone, you eventually found a playlist you’d made for Dio some time back. It was entirely the small sliver where his taste in music overlapped with yours. As soon as you hit play, Twenty One Pilots began to play, and Dio chuckled from behind you.
“Why don’t you bleach your hair?” You asked as Dio began to brush the bleach onto your hair.
“I’m going from brown to black. I don’t need to bleach it,” Dio said. “If you were going to black, we wouldn’t be bleaching your hair either.”
You had to stop yourself from nodding. “Okay. Why do you dye your hair?”
Dio paused. “You’re just full of questions today, aren’t you?”
“I’m curious, you emo fuck.”
That drew a laugh out of Dio. “Yeah yeah. I dye my hair because I like having black hair,” he said. “I tried vibrant colors years ago, but I liked having black hair the most.”
You thought about it for a minute. “Wait. If today is dye day, does that mean if we shaved your head, it would be completely brown?”
Dio stopped what he was doing and turned the chair around so you were face to face with him, his hands on the armrests trapping you in place. “Do not,” he said slowly. “We are not shaving my head.”
You nodded, eyes wide. “Okay mr. I’m in charge here. Not shaving your head. Got it.”
Satisfied, Dio turned you back around and continued to mess with your hair. You, still somewhat scared, sat very still as he worked, until he was wrapping your head in plastic wrap and pulling the towel from your shoulders. “Alright. Half an hour, but we’ll check it at twenty minutes.” And then he was gone, headed into the bathroom. You followed, regaining some of the confidence Dio had intimidated out of you.
“What are you doing?” You asked, seeing Dio take his shirt off. “I thought we were doing this in the kitchen.”
“We are,” Dio said, opening the bathroom cabinet and rummaging through it. “I’d just rather not get hair everywhere in the kitchen.” He resurfaced with a pair of scissors. “Have you never seen me do this before?”
You shook your head. “You cut your own hair?”
Dio nodded, ruffling his hair and examining himself in the mirror. “Yeah. I could do yours too, if you want.”
“Yeah no, I’ll leave that to the professionals,” you said, sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter and kicking your legs.
“I am a professional.”
You snorted. “Box dyeing and trimming your own hair doesn’t make you a professional, Dio.”
Dio shrugged one shoulder. “My sister, the oldest one, went to cosmetology school. I was her guinea pig. Eventually, I managed to graduate to the rank of her student. She taught me everything I know about all of this.”
“Huh.” You hadn’t even considered that. “Is she the one who visited last month and told you that you look like an oil spill?”
“Yeah, she is.”
You nodded. “I liked her.”
Dio finished his hair quickly, put a shirt back on, and herded you back into the kitchen to check the bleach. “Eh. We’ll wait the extra ten,” he said. “This stuff is powerful, so you’ll only need one round of bleach.”
The extra ten minutes were wasted with food. Dio sat on the counter while you spun lazily in the chair, humming to yourself and eating. When the timer went off, Dio hopped up and turned the sink on while you readjusted the chair.
“The water won’t be warm,” Dio warned you, but you just shrugged, rolling towards the sink.
Despite the warning, you flinched when the cool water hit your head, and Dio sighed. “Told you.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, and he returned the favor, giving you a flash of his tongue piercing in the process.
Somehow, you managed to relax into the water after a minute. It probably helped that Dio was slowly massaging your head, turning your body into jelly as he worked shampoo through your hair. When he was done, he wrapped your head in a towel and helped you sit up, looking you over for bleach burns. You had none, so he kissed the back of your neck and grabbed your hair dryer.
“Aren’t we gonna dye your hair?” You asked as he unwrapped the towel on your head.
“Yeah. When I finish yours,” he said, turning the hair dryer on and killing any protests you had.
Dio nearly put you to sleep with the hair dryer. It was warm, and he was running his free hand through your hair, and you were just about to fall asleep when he turned the dryer off and poked your shoulders. “Time to dye,” he said in a sinister voice, and you laughed.
“Dork.”
“Sap,” he said in return, mixing the dyes in two separate bowls. “Now’s the time to say something if you want me to cut your hair.”
You shook your head. “Just the color this time.”
Dio nodded, picking up his hair clips and putting them on the edge of his sleeve. He slowly and methodically sectioned your hair in half, clipping down the left side and leaving the right side loose. He turned away, and you heard the harsh snap of rubber gloves. The towel was around your shoulders once more, and then Dio was painting electric pink dye into your hair. He started near the back, so you couldn’t see a single thing he was doing. But you trusted him, so you let him continue, occasionally turning the chair when he asked so he could have better access to your head.
When the pink was done, the green was next. Dio unclipped the left section of hair, humming along to the unbearably adorable Train song you were playing. “Still sure about the watermelon colors?”
“Still sure,” you confirmed, holding up your phone. “Smile!”
Dio looked up and smiled, knowing this photo wouldn’t ever see the light of day. While he started to work the green into your hair, you made the photo your phone background. It was cute, and while Dio wasn’t known for being cute, you knew him differently than everyone else did.
“Green’s done,” Dio announced after a bit. “Let me just wrap it up and then you can do my hair.”
You were plenty eager to dye Dio’s hair, so you sat still as he wrapped your head up again. When he was done, you and him traded places.
“Just read the instructions carefully,” Dio said as you opened the dye. “It’s not as hard as it sounds.”
Dio was right. The instructions where simple, and you were soon pulling on a pair of gloves and putting a towel over Dio’s shoulders. You poured the black dye into the bowl and picked up the brush. “So what?” You asked, standing behind Dio. “I just paint it on?”
“You’re doing my roots, it’ll be easiest if you brush it on and then go back through with your hands,” Dio explained. “Just do what I did on your head. It’ll be hard to fuck this up.”
Nodding, you picked up the brush and began to apply the dye. It was a lot like painting, which you didn’t suck at. You, at Dio’s recommendation, did his hair in sections, the same way you had seen people straighten their hair. It was easy to gain a rhythm like this, and before you knew it, you were done. Dio took over, wrapping his head in plastic wrap and falling onto the couch. “Alright. Half an hour at the least.”
You two cuddled and watched some conspiracy theory show Dio liked, having to pause the episode about Mothman because your timer went off.
“Alright watermelon head,” Dio said, tipping the chair back and gesturing for you to sit. “Let’s get this done.”
Again, you went boneless as Dio used cold water to rinse your hair. Despite the chill that raced down your spine, his hands were experienced and helped relax you as he worked.
“Y’know,” you said softly while Dio was still working. “You could totally do this for a living. You’re good at it.”
“What, dye hair?” Dio asked.
You shrugged as best you could. “No. You could do what your sister does. For a living instead of just for you and me.”
Dio sighed. “Not my thing,” he said. “I’ll stick to doing your head and my own head, thank you very much.”
That was promptly the end of that conversation, mostly because Dio was helping you upright and turning on the hair dryer again. This time, you didn’t fall asleep, focused instead on Dio standing in front of you. His sternum was at your eye level, and you were half tempted to lift his shirt and kiss his belly. But you didn’t, mostly out of fear he’d fuck your hair up.
When he finished, you stood and he sat, tipping the chair back so you could wash his hair.
“No soap?”
“Nope.”
“Cold water?”
“Yep.”
You nodded, turning the sink on and beginning to rinse Dio’s hair. The water ran black for a while while you used your hands to massage Dio’s head, and when it finally ran clear, you turned the water off and squeezed the excess from Dio’s hair. He sat up while you messed with the dryer, turning it on and slowly beginning to dry Dio’s hair.
It took him some time to realize you’d put an attachment on the hair dryer. “Are you diffusing my hair?”
“Maybe,” you said happily, already seeing the curls Dio did his best to hide. “C’mon!” You said upon seeing the displeasure on his face. “Your curls are so pretty!”
Dio continued to pout while you dried his hair, and when you were done, he stood and stretched, shaking his head. “You did good. Wanna see?”
You nodded, pulling Dio into the bathroom and eagerly looked at yourself in the mirror. Dio looked almost no different, the black a bit more prominent and less faded than usual. But you, you looked like a whole different person. The vibrant green and pink gave you life and made you look unforgettable.
“I love it!” You said, ruffling your hair. “Oh it’s so cool!”
Dio smiled. “I’m glad you like it,” he said.
You sent photos to your friends and family while Dio cleaned up, eventually joining you back on the couch so you could finish your conspiracy theory show.
“Thank you,” you said out of the blue, watching someone who claimed to have definitely seen Mothman.
“Hm?” Dio looked down at you, the hand that was running through your hair stopping. “What?”
“Thank you,” you repeated. “For my hair.”
Dio shrugged. “Just doing my job,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “Love you.”
“I love you too, you dork.”
#nypd blue#shane 'dio' morrissey#dio morrissey#dio morrissey x reader#dio morrissey x you#Pedro Pascal#My writing
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The Relationship: Part 3; Talbott/Reader
Summary: When Talbott’s “fan club” causes him trouble, Penny’s idea for you to step in causes quite the uproar.
Word Count: 7800+
Part one and part two found here!
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Since the afternoon in the greenhouse, things between you and Talbott just seemed...different. A good different, in your opinion. The two of you had decided to step things up after the third years’ inquiry, and Talbott certainly hadn’t disappointed in that regard.
The next week passed by in a blink, but within that time, you were sure you’d seen Talbott more than you had in your entire six years at Hogwarts. The two of you went just about everywhere together; all meals, met in between classes, and even when you weren’t together, you were thinking about him.
Most of the time, this would leave you with feelings to didn’t want to focus on, which would result in silent reprimanding on your end. This was fake, you found yourself constantly repeating in your head.
Isabella Mott and her group of friends were still bothering Talbott any chance they got, but when you were together - which happened more and more each day - she would at least keep her distance. Perhaps that was why Talbott was seeking you out any chance he got.
The girls hadn’t bothered you much, either, but perhaps that was because you didn’t give them an opportunity to. You could t shake the feeling that it wasn’t the end, though.
You didn’t want to admit your feelings were going beyond this farce of a relationship...but they were. Each subtle touch, each longing glance...it was affecting you more than you could handle.
Talbott Winger had buried himself deep in your mind, and you didn’t imagine that would change any time soon.
Almost two weeks after this relationship had started, Talbott had found you as you were heading out of the castle. It was a chilly day, and you absently wondered when the first snowfall would reach Hogwarts.
He was quick to make his way over to you and he embraced you so easily, so naturally, that you almost forgot this wasn’t real. You longed to forget it wasn’t real.
“Afternoon,” you hummed, inhaling his scent deeply as his arms wrapped around your form. He’d been even more affectionate than usual, though you had no objections. His warmth was certainly a welcome contrast to the brisk air. You hated the way your heart would leap just from being in proximity to him, though, at the same time, you found you craved the feeling. “What are you doing out here?” You questioned, snaking your arms around his waist, under his heavy cloak.
“I was hiding out in the owlery,” Talbott responded sheepishly, glancing down at you. “Three of them practically chased me up there,” he drawled, pulling you closer the slightest bit. “I’m never been so happy to be an animagus before,” he smirked at you.
“I could only imagine the look on their faces when you seemed to vanish,” you giggled, resting your chin against his chest as you grinned up at him.
“I’ll tell you; it was amusing,” he said. He glanced down at you, only for his brow to furrow as he looked you over. “You’re not in your school robes...”
“Well spotted,” you giggled, tugging on the sleeve of your sweater before pulling him over to a nearby bench to sit.
“It’s...nice,” he complimented, flushing faintly. “Where are you headed?” He questioned, pulling you against his side once you were seated.
“Quidditch practice. We have an upcoming match against Ravenclaw,” you said with a grin.
“Ah, then you’ll need all the practice you can get,” he teased, reaching up to poke your nose. You were sure it was pink from the cold, but his touch felt like a blaze of fire. Over the last week and a half, he’d certainly opened up around you - teasing, joking, touching. It was a welcome change.
“I’m not worried,” you hummed casually, playfully nudging him before leaning against his side with a sigh. “I have about an hour to kill...will you wait with me?” You asked, your eyes scanning his face.
He looked at you in surprise before letting out a slight chuckle. “It’s a bit chilly, don’t you think?” He asked.
You were quick to pull out your wand, casting a warming charm. “Any other complaints?” You grinned up at him.
“Well, that settles it, then,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to keep you close.
You were sure you felt yourself melting with how sweet he was being. The more time you spent together, the more the lines blurred between what was real and what wasn’t. At that point, you weren’t too sure you wanted to figure it out. In the moment, just being with him like this was enough for you.
“There’s a trip to Hogsmeade this weekend,” he spoke after a bit of time had passed.
“Mm?” You hummed, glancing up at him. “Are you...planning to go?”
“Well...that depends,” he trailed, biting his lip. That action immediately filled your head with thoughts of kissing him, and you squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to block it out.
“On?” You managed to question, your voice just above a whisper.
“On whether or not you’ll come with me,” he responded, and after chancing a look, you noticed just how dark his cheeks were tinted. Just the thought that he didn’t want to go unless you were going with him made your heart thump erratically. When you didn’t immediately respond, he continued. “I-I mean, the third years will definitely be there, and I don’t want to have to deal with all of that,” he murmured, not quite meeting your gaze.
You couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed that he’d mentioned the third years, but of course he had. That was the reason you were doing this, after all. This wasn’t a real relationship; you weren’t really dating. Reminding yourself of that didn’t help with the sting you felt, though.
“Right,” you murmured quietly, tightening your grip on your wand slightly. “There’s a few shops I’ve been wanting to go to,” you murmured. “So if we can stop there, then sure. I’ll come with you,” you said.
“Really?” He confirmed, his face lighting up slightly. “Yeah, sure. Of course,” he said, smiling at you. “Thank you,” he added, lightly rubbing your arm.
“As my boyfriend, though,” you playfully drawled, sitting up a bit straighter. You needed to stay calm. This was all pretend, anyway. “You’ll need to carry all my purchases,” you smirked up at him. He didn’t hesitate in letting out a laugh.
“I think I can manage that,” he said cheekily. “Oi, look there,” he nodded suddenly, drawing your attention across the grounds. It didn’t take long for your eyes to settle on Isabella, Madison and Ella leaving from the Owlery.
“Took them long enough to figure out you weren’t there,” you scoffed. “Not the brightest Ravenclaws, are they?” You teased.
Talbott laughed, pulling you deeper against his side. “It would appear not,” he said, watching as the girls made their way back towards the castle. It was inevitable they were going to pass right by the two of you, so you knew you were going to have to do something.
It appeared that Talbott shared the sentiment, and as the girls drew closer, he turned to face you completely.
“They’re close,” you whispered, gazing up at him.
“Mm,” he breathed, his eyes staring deeply into yours. It was as if he hadn’t even acknowledged what you’d said. “You’ll do well at practice, yeah?” He asked suddenly, his voice a bit louder. You knew he was making sure the others could hear.
“Yeah, of course,” you murmured with a nod, gazing up at him. You reminded yourself to look overly infatuated with him...but that wasn’t a hard sell. The hand that wasn’t holding your wand made its way to his knee, lightly resting there. “O’course you will,” Talbott smiled, reaching up to cup your cheek lightly. Was he...was he going to kiss you?!
You felt you heart beginning to pound and it wasn’t long before your breathing picked up slightly. All he did was stare at you like you were the most beautiful witch he’d ever seen.
“You’re incredible,” he added, lightly thumbing at your cheek. “Good luck,” he said, and with that, he leaned in.
Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes widened a fraction. Was this really happening?! Your grip simultaneously tightened on your wand and the fabric by his knee. You needed something to hold on to to tell you this was truly happening.
He gazed at you affectionately for a moment, his face mere inches from yours. With a final smile, he tilted your head down, pressing his lips to the crown of your head.
You let out a breath, stunned at what you were feeling. You couldn’t tell if you were elated or disappointed. All you could focus on was the tender way his lips pressed against your head.
“Talbott...” you whispered, but it wasn’t for another few moments that he pulled himself back, a satisfied look on his face. “Let me walk you to the pitch,” he smiled, helping you up. You were thankful - your legs felt like jelly.
You chanced a glance to where the third years had been approaching; all you saw was their frames scurrying back to the castle with a few unhappy glances back over their shoulders.
“That worked,” you said, a bit more breathless than you intended. “You’re really quite...convincing,” you murmured, looking away shyly.
“It’s not so hard to be,” he responded as the two of you headed towards the Quidditch pitch. You couldn’t even begin to fathom what he actually meant by that.
——
It was another day closer to the weekend, which meant you were one day closer to spending time in Hogsmeade with Talbott. You were admittedly excited, despite Talbott making it quite clear that he was only interested in fending off the bloody third years.
Just the thought of being with him - out and about - had your mind reeling. So many thoughts were running through your head as you waited outside your Transfiguration classroom. It was a while until class was to start, but you needed time to just...think before you had to sit through class with Talbott.
The way you were feeling about this fake relationship...the way you were feeling about Talbott...it was overwhelming. You knew your feelings were real. You knew this wasn’t pretend anymore.
It only hurt knowing that this was all just a show to him. It had to be. It was just a way to avoid some silly girls.
“Long time, no see,” Penny’s voice rang out, jolting you from your jumbled thoughts.
“Hey, Pen,” you sighed, shutting the book you’d been reading. Well, staring blankly at was more accurate.
Penny’s expression faltered at your less than enthusiastic response, a moment of concern washing over her face. “What have you been up to?” She asked softly, taking a seat beside you.
“Oh, you know. Class, Quidditch, fake relationship,” you said, biting out the last bit. “My head exploding,” you added.
“That’s...a bit concerning,” Penny frowned, surprised by the edge in your voice. “Are things not...going well?” She questioned.
“Ah, things are bloody fantastic,” you scoffed, chucking your book onto the bench beside you.
“You’re not making any sense...” she frowned, turning to look at you fully.
“It’s this relationship!” You groaned, shutting your eyes and resting your head against the stone wall behind you. Penny frowned, unsure what you were getting at.
“You seemed like you were were getting on well enough...” she frowned. “Is he being horrible?”
“No!” You said quickly, looking back over at her. “He’s...he’s brilliant...” you admitted, your cheeks burning.
“Oh,” she frowned, creasing her brow. “Well...then...”
“That’s the problem,” you murmured. “It’s not real, I know that. But...it feels too real,” you admitted, biting your lip.
“Oh,” Penny repeated, gazing at you earnestly as everything seemed to click.
“Yeah,” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.
“So...you have feelings for him,” Penny murmured.
“I...do,” you admitted, letting out a deep sigh. Admitting that out loud - not just repeatedly screaming it in your head - was like a weight off your chest. “I do,” you repeated.
“Wow,” Penny murmured, gazing at you steadily. “What are you going to do?”
“What can I do?” You countered, looking at Penny. “It’s not like he has any sort of feelings for me. It’s all an act just to deter some third years,” you groaned.
“You don’t know that...” Penny murmured. “Have you mentioned any of this to him?”
“I couldn’t!” You said quickly. “There’s no way,” you said, shaking your head. “It would be too embarrassing. And not to mention, awkward. No one would believe us after that,” you murmured.
“He might feel the same,” Penny offered softly. She felt bad seeing you like this.
“I doubt it,” you sighed, shaking your head.
“You never know,” Penny murmured, but before you could argue any further, none other than Talbott strolled up to the two of you.
“Hey,” he greeted, glancing at Penny before smiling warmly at you.
“Hey,” you grumbled, but Penny was quickly dominating the conversation.
“Hi Talbott! I was just being told how much fun you’re having messing with the third years,” Penny chimed, and you were quick to shoot her a look.
“Yeah?” He asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. You wanted to simultaneously throttle Penny and melt into oblivion. “She tell you we’re going to Hogsmeade this weekend?”
“No,” Penny grinned, glancing over at you. “That’s a fun little date,” she smirked.
“Yeah, should be,” he said, taking a seat beside you before reaching for your hand. You were surprised he hadn’t corrected her. That didn’t go unnoticed by Penny, though, who was grinning brightly.
“Madame Puddifoot’s is a great date spot,” Penny continued to ramble, but you couldn’t help but keep your gaze fixated on where Talbott was holding you hand. It seemed so effortless on his part - like it was something he enjoyed. He was playing with your fingers subconsciously whilst carrying on his conversation with Penny. It made your heart clench painfully.
“You ready?” Talbott’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you suddenly realized Penny had disappeared. “Class is starting,” he said with a chuckle, moving to help you up.
“Yeah,” you nodded, letting out a sheepish laugh.
“She had a lot to say,” Talbott mused, leading you into McGonagall’s classroom.
“Doesn’t she always?” You questioned, receiving a chuckle in response.
“S’pose so,” he agreed, taking his seat behind you. “Though she had some good ideas,” he said.
“To shake off the third years?” You questioned a bit sharply, not turning around to face him.
“For us to spend some time together,” he corrected, and when you finally turned to glance at him, you were met with a sincere look - a look you’d grown so accustomed to over the last two weeks. It made your chest clench painfully, though hope swelled inside of you. Did he actually want to spend some time with you? Just for the sake of it?
“Talbott...” you began, though quickly fell silent as Professor McGonagall entered, silencing the room with her presence.
You were sure this was going to be the longest class of your life.
——
Eventually Saturday rolled around and it was finally time for the trip to Hogsmeade. You were looking forward to it - maybe you’d be able to breathe with all the fresh air; Talbott was intoxicating.
“Hey,” he greeted, finding you finishing up your breakfast before you had meet your professors in the courtyard.
“Morning,” you smiled, taking a moment to look him over. He’d forsaken his school robes for a quarter-zip sweater and jeans; he looked so relaxed and it was quite the change from his normal appearance. It only served to make your heart flip. “You look nice,” you remarked before you could stop yourself, your face quickly heating up.
“Thanks,” he murmured, scratching the back of his head. You were able to see the blush spreading to his ears, which did nothing to alleviate the feelings you felt. “S-so do you,” he quickly added, his eyes quickly scanning you.
“It’s not too much, is it?” You questioned, glancing down at your sweater dress and tights. “I...wanted to dress up...a bit,” you admitted, your face on fire. “Look the part, you know...”
“You look brilliant,” he quickly responded before a smile returned to his face. He watched you for a moment, seemingly taking you all in. “You look brilliant,” he repeated softly.
You were sure your heart was going to erupt at any second with how sweet his words and gazes were.
“We should probably head out there before they leave without us,” you chuckled, taking one last bite before standing. Talbott was quick to stand as well, and you could feel his eyes on you the entire way until you were by his side. He didn’t hesitate in lacing his fingers with yours before leading you out to the courtyard.
Students were already gathered in the area, eagerly chatting about the trip. You spied a bunch of your friends interspersed through the crowd, and even your favorite third years huddled in a group by Professor McGonagall. Glancing up at Talbott, you saw that he’d spotted them as well.
“Hey,” you murmured, shaking your linked hands to bring his attention back to you. To make it believable, you knew you needed to focus on only him. You knew the third years would be watching, so you needed to put on a show. “Just look at me, okay?” You said softly, offering him a smile. “It’s going to go well. After today...I’m sure they won’t even look your way anymore.”
“You think so?” He questioned, the expression on his face conveying just how much he wanted that. You swallowed before giving a nod. If you were convincing enough, you wouldn’t have to keep up this charade any longer. You didn’t want to think about that now, though - it would hurt too much.
“We’ll be so convincing, they won’t know what hit ‘em,” you grinned and he laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to bring you closer. Of course, you could only imagine what you’d have to do to be that convincing.
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The walk to Hogsmeade was uneventful - you and Talbott were in the middle of the pack, giving you a clear view of Isabella and her minions who frequently turned around to stare. Each time, you’d snuggle closer to Talbott and they’d spin back around in a huff.
“Where should we go first?” Talbott questioned you as you reached the village. All the other students had quickly broken off into groups and had scattered off into the shops.
“I need a new quill,” you told him. “And some things for my broom,” you mused, quirking your lips as you gazed off at the nearby shops. “And...we’ll need to go somewhere to convince the third years to leave you be,” you added, your tone a bit unhappy.
Talbott shifted from foot to foot, frowning a bit. You couldn’t really understand why.
“Let’s get you your supplies,” he said. You were frankly surprised he didn’t just want to get this all over with.
“Sure,” you murmured, gazing at him as he led you off to the shops.
——
“Honeydukes was packed!” You exclaimed, munching on a chocolate frog. A few hours had passed and you were having a great time.
“I’ve never seen it like that,” Talbott agreed, letting out a laugh as he glanced down at you. “We’re lucky we were able to get anything at all,” he mused.
“What we got is going to be gone before we get back to Hogwarts,” you laughed, drifting closer to him as you continued along the path.
“Ah, you’ve got a bit...” he trailed off, and before you could question, you felt his thumb gently wiping at the corner of your mouth. You could only gape and he quickly retracted his hand before looking off in the distance.
“Where should we go next?” You questioned, quickly changing the subject.
“Well...” he trailed off, and you glanced up to find him biting his lower lip. “Penny did suggest one place,” he said, still not looking at you.
“Where?” You questioned, your brow furrowing. You leaned forward, trying to catch his gaze. You honestly didn’t remember much about the conversation Penny had had with you both; your mind had been reeling at the time.
“She said Madame Puddifoot’s was a good date spot,” he said, and you were able to catch the blush spreading across his face. Honestly, it made you want to scream. The thought of being with Talbott in a place that was notoriously romantic was too much to handle.
“Y-yeah, I guess that’s the spot to go,” you murmured, your breath quickening slightly. What better place to parade around your fake relationship? That would certainly shed any doubt the third years had, right?
The two of you made your way towards the infamous shop, your heart practically pounding out of your chest.
“Here it is...” you murmured once you came to a stop outside the shop’s window.
“Oh,” Talbott murmured, grimacing slightly as he gazed inside.
“It’s a bit crowded,” you murmured, glancing around at the overwhelming amount of couples at the tables. There were even some snogging, right out in the open!
“Very crowded...” he responded. “And pink...” he frowned.
“We don’t...we don’t have to go here,” you offered up, and he was quickly nodding in response.
“We can go somewhere else,” he agreed, backing away from the window. “Three Broomsticks?” He suggested.
“Sounds good,” you said, casting one last glance toward the shop as he led you away.
——
“It’s getting a bit chilly out,” you remarked once you two were seated by the nearest fireplace. “I hope it snows,” you mused, happily glancing towards the window.
“You can borrow my scarf on the way back. You know, if you want,” Talbott offered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
“I’d like that,” you smiled softly over at him.
“What can I get you, dears?” Madame Rosmerta questioned as she stopped at your table.
“Two butterbeers, please,” Talbott ordered and Rosmerta nodded. She inspected you two for a moment with a knowing look before sauntering off for your drinks. It did nothing to alleviate how you were feeling.
“Today’s been a good day,” you murmured, leaning against the table with your crossed arms. “I got my new quill, too many sweets,” you began listing, a bright grin on your face. “The polish for my broom, two books on curse breaking,” you continued happily.
“Free butterbeer and a bloke to carry your packages for you,” Talbott chimed in, resting his hand on your back. “Yes, it’s been a good day for you,” he grinned.
You turned to look at him, feigning a look of appall. “I’m hurt. You’re with me; what’s not to enjoy?” You teased.
Talbott gazed at you for a long moment, his smiling growing. “You’re completely right,” he hummed.
“Of course I am,” you grinned, shrugging your shoulders cutely.
“Don’t look too pleased with yourself,” Talbott drawled, still grinning at you. You just felt so good in this moment. Things just felt so...natural. “I know we’re doing this for show...” he trailed off suddenly, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. “But...it’s been nice...not being alone,” he said.
“Talbott...” you breathed, gazing at him.
“I know, I know. I’ve turned into a sap lately, haven’t I,” he said sheepishly, glancing at you. “But I mean it,” he said.
“So I guess you’re done...flying solo,” you said, only to snort at the pun.
“And you’ve ruined it,” he drawled, playfully pushing you away.
“No, no! Don’t let me ruffle your feathers,” you continued, letting out a loud laugh. Talbott gazed at you before rolling his eyes.
“Never heard that one before,” he drawled.
“Oh, come on,” you giggled, gazing at him brightly. “You should have seen that coming...you have eyes like a hawk,” you said, only to burst out laughing again.
“You’re too much,” he responded, pinching your side. That only caused you to squeal at the ticklish feeling.
“Here you two are,” Madame Rosmerta said as she placed the drinks on the table. She eyed your laughing form before shaking her head and walking off.
“You’re going to get us kicked out,” Talbott grinned over at you, threatening to pinch your side again.
“That’s entirely your fault!” You laughed, grabbing his hand to stop him. You couldn’t find it in yourself to let go, though, and he didn’t really seem all that concerned either.
“So be it,” he hummed, taking a sip of his drink as he shifted his hand to link his fingers with yours.
You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at how natural the action had become with you two. You couldn’t help but wonder if Penny had been right. Maybe it was possible Talbott could feel the same way you did. He was acting like this - he’d been so sweet all day - and you hadn’t even run into the third years. Was he doing this for another reason...?
Perhaps you’d spoken too soon.
Not another moment passed before you spotted none other than Isabella Mott entering the Three Broomsticks with Avery Thorne and Madison Lee following closely behind her.
“Bollocks,” Talbott grumbled, his eyes settling on the girls, just as yours had.
“They’re everywhere, aren’t they?” He glared.
Where you were sitting wasn’t completely out in the open, but you both knew it wouldn’t be long until you were spotted. Isabella just seemed to have a Talbott radar.
“Ignore them,” you said, grinning his shoulder to turn his attention back to you. “Focus on me, remember?”
“And what was your brilliant plan to end it all today?” He questioned, looking frankly exhausted with it all.
“Snogging,” you blurted, only for your eyes to widen at your outburst. You’d actually said it. You couldn’t believe yourself! “I-I mean—“
“Alright,” he responded before you could even attempt to take it back. “Let’s do it,” he said, nodding resolutely.
“S-seriously? It...it just popped into my head. I don’t even know why I said it,” you rambled, clearly flustered.
“Let’s do it,” he repeated, not allowing you to go back on it.
“Okay,” you whispered, gazing up at him. His eyes were piercing and you felt frozen under his gaze. You couldn’t believe this was about to happen. You were going to kiss Talbott Winger.
You weren’t sure how you hadn’t combusted on the spot. It felt like a swirling tornado of fire had filled your chest, and it was taking everything inside of you to not to jump out of your skin.
Talbott turned towards you, his body shifting closer as he seemed to get into position. Your eyes were desperately scanning his face, and you could see the nerves spreading through his body. He sucked in a breath, his lips slightly parted as he shifted his hand to your cheek. He was going so slow - or maybe it was time standing still? Either way, it was too much for you to handle.
“Talbott...” you murmured, not trusting yourself to say anything else as he ever so gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Okay,” he murmured, his gaze drifting to your lips before he began leaning in.
Your breath hitched as the distance between you grew shorter and shorter. The next thing you knew, his lips were covering yours and you felt like you were floating.
Your eyes had drifted shut and you were focused solely on the incredible feeling his lips were providing. You were melting into his touch; the way his hand helped tilt your head to deepen the kiss, the way his other hand gripped at your waist to pull you even closer. It felt like you were on autopilot, and before you knew it, your fingers were tangled in his hair, keeping him rooted in place.
His lips felt magical against your own and it was even better than you could have imagined. They fit against yours like they were meant to be there, and it felt like every synapse in your brain was exploding.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but eventually, your lips had broken apart, though your embrace didn’t end. He kept you close, his thumb lightly caressing your cheek as his labored breath fanned your face. In that moment, you knew it: you had completely fallen for the boy. Fake relationship or not...what you felt for him was real.
You let out a shaky breath, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. His tan face had a pink tint, all the way to the tips of his ears. He looked so handsome in that moment and it only made your heart want to combust.
You happened to chance a glance towards the third year’s table, only to find the majority of the Inn gazing at your table. Suddenly, you felt very self conscious. You’d certainly made a statement.
“I think—“ you began, but before you could even finish your thought, Talbott’s lips had captured yours once more.
You certainly weren’t going to fight the amazing feeling, and soon enough, you’d melted back into the kiss. Your mind was racing and you couldn’t focus on anything but him.
This kiss lasted longer than the first, both of his hands holding your head against his. You felt weak; not that you’d resist.
Even as the kiss slowed, he didn’t let you go. He continued leaning in, pressing chaste kisses to your lips in between breaths. You honestly hadn’t experienced anything like this feeling before, though you found yourself growing addicted.
“Talbott,” you managed in between kisses, and he paused just long enough to let you finish your thought this time. “I think...we made our point,” you murmured, your hand resting against his chest.
This seemed to break the trance, and he lowered his hands from your face, allowing more distance between you two. You took in his features, noticing just how red his face was. His lips looked plumper than usual, and that just made you want to kiss him all over again.
“I think so,” he agreed, his voice slightly breathless as he gazed over at the other tables. People had certainly taken notice of you two, including Isabella. The third year looked like she was ready to snap her wand in half with how tightly she was gripping it. She had a look of pure fury etched on her face. The other Ravenclaws looked upset, but Isabella looked murderous.
“That was...um...” you murmured, lightly touching your lips. They felt sensitive and appeared to tingle with the remnants of the embrace. Talbott glanced back at you, waiting for you to complete your thought. Amazing, heart-stopping, mind-blowing all ran through your head. “...convincing,” you murmured, glancing down at your lap. He had to feel something, didn’t he? You had such a nagging in the back of your head that you wanted to ignore, but he’d never expressed a real interest in you, right? After all, all of this was done with the pretense of a false relationship. Was he simply trying to throw off the third years any way he could?
Talbott let out a sigh, and you could feel his gaze lingering on you. “It was,” he spoke softly, turning back to his butterbeer. He wrapped his hands around the glass, staring down into the golden liquid. Oh, what you’d give to be inside his head, just for a moment.
You so desperately wanted to tell him how you felt. You wanted to know if it was possible that he could have felt the same. Despite breaking curses...you weren’t brave enough to confess. You knew you couldn’t handle it if he didn’t feel the same.
——
The trip back to Hogwarts was a quiet one. Talbott was holding your hand securely - as he always did - but his typical stoic expression was plastered on his face as he stared straight ahead. It did nothing to help you sort out his feelings for you.
“That was a fun trip,” you murmured, unable to keep silent any longer.
“Mm,” he responded simply, keeping his gaze focused ahead of him. Was he upset? Unhappy with the kiss? Hell if you knew, and it was slowly driving you mad.
Not another moment passed before you let out a gasp, your gaze fixated on the sky. Talbott was quick to stop, looking at you in concern.
“It’s snowing!” You beamed, your face practically glowing with excitement.
“Look!” You chimed, holding out your hand to catch a few snowflakes.
“You’re something else,” he chuckled, gazing down at you. You were happy to see the soft expression on his face once more.
You were happily gazing around, only to pause when you felt something wrapping around your neck. Glancing back at Talbott, you felt yourself flush as you watched him wrap his scarf around you.
“Thank you,” you said softly, lightly touching the fabric. It smelled just like him, and it made you melt all over again. Before you could stop yourself, you’d leaned up on your toes and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
You couldn’t believe you’d done that - neither could he, apparently, by the look of shock on his face - but in the next moment, he was cupping your face again and kissing you deeply.
This kiss felt very much like the first two, in that it enveloped all of your senses. You could certainly get used to kissing him, and if that meant continuing this charade for a bit longer, then so be it.
After a bit longer, the two of you broke apart, though you couldn’t keep the smile off your face. You settled for burrowing you face in his scarf to hide how pleased you were. Talbott let out a chuckle, wrapping an arm around you securely as you returned to the school grounds.
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You’d remained pressed to Talbott’s side for the rest of walk, your mind racing as you replayed all three - three - kisses in your head. Each was more magical than the last, and you found yourself craving the feeling. You were addicted, in a sense.
He’d kissed you so effortlessly, and for the last, no one had been around - so you thought. Who knew; all of your senses were focused on him. That had to mean something, right? Maybe he did feel the same.
The more you repeated it in your head, the more sure of it you were becoming.
“Talbott,” you murmured, grabbing his sleeve once you’d broken apart upon your return to the courtyard.
“Mm?” He hummed, turning back to look down at you. His eyes seemed to shine with a beautiful light; one you hadn’t seen much of - or at all, really - before you two had started “dating”.
“I...there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” you said, gulping slightly as you tried steeling your nerves. “I’ve...been thinking a lot, you know...” you murmured, guiding him to sit on the edge of the fountain.
“Is something wrong?” He asked softly, his eyes scanning your face with a hint of confusion, mixed with a bit of worry. “You can tell me,” he said sincerely, reaching for one of your hands that had previously been twisting in your lap.
“Everything’s brilliant, actually...” you spoke quietly, a smile toying at your lips before you turned to glance up at him. “You’re—“ you began, only to be cut off.
“Bombarda!” A voice shrieked, and you turned your head with just enough time to see a flash of blonde before you were being shoved out of the way.
You hadn’t been hit, you knew that, but you could hear crumbling following the blast from the spell.
Talbott’s body was hovering over you, a grimace on his face as you gazed up at him. Glancing just over his shoulder, you spotted a massive hole in the fountain’s columns, bits of debris falling from the spot.
“What...” you began, only to find Isabella leveling her wand at the two of you from a short distance.
“You can’t do this to me!” She shouted, her outstretched arm trembling as she adjusted her grip on her wand. “He’s mine!”
“Are you out of your mind?!” You shouted, fumbling for your wand. You just managed to pull it out in time to counter her Flipendo. “Protego!” You cast, blocking both you and Talbott from her attack.
“You can’t have him!” Isabella continued, practically seething as she sucked in furious breaths.
“Talbott, get up,” you urged, shifting yourself out from under him.
“My arm,” he groaned, clutching onto his arm in pain. You caught Isabella opening her mouth to perform another spell, but you were quick to act and beat her to it.
“Immobulus!” You cast, waving your wand at her. She immediately froze, and you let out a sigh, relief coursing through you.
“What is going on here?!” Professor McGonagall’s panicked voice rang out, her robes billowing as she rushed over. “Explain the meaning of this!” She demanded, casting a glance at the third year before turning her attention to you.
“She attacked us, Professor,” you said, glaring in Isabella’s direction before glancing back at your head of house. “She’s barking,” you drawled, pocketing your wand.
You took a moment to survey the area, noting the nosy students that had swarmed to find out what had happened. You spotted the massive hole in the fountain, glad that hadn’t been your head.
“Mr. Winger,” McGonagall spoke, seeming satisfied enough with your response before her focus shifted to the Ravenclaw sprawled beside you. “Are you hurt?”
Your gaze quickly turned to him, only for your breath to escape you. He looked pretty banged up - his forehead and cheek had a few nicks, the arm he was clutching was splayed at a weird angle and the edge of his robe was slightly singed. Your heart clenched painfully at the sight of him, and instant worry filled you up.
“My arm...” he groaned, his head tilted towards the sky and his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
“Let’s get you to the hospital wing, Mr. Winger,” she spoke.
“I’ll take him,” you spoke quickly, already wrapping his good arm over your shoulder to help him up. He seemed a bit woozy.
“I’ll send for Professor Filtwick,” McGonagall called after you. “He’ll want to hear about his students.”
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The next hour and a half was agonizing. After dropping Talbott off in the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey had all but shoved you out, stating that you’d just be in the way. Maybe it was something about how panicked you had looked.
You’d paced around outside the hospital wing until you were sure you were going mad, but eventually, she came to retrieve you.
“Don’t stay too long. The poor boy needs his rest,” she called as you all but raced to his bed by the far window.
“Talbott...” you murmured, taking in his bandaged appearance. It hurt to see him like this, but his smile was a bit reassuring.
“It’s broken,” he said, nodding for you to take the seat beside his bed. “The tosser can’t aim. Barely hit me, but the falling fountain did me in,” he drawled and you were glad to see he still seemed like himself.
“That was rather noble, Mr. Winger,” you grinned, gazing at him cheekily. “Very valiant. Pushing me out of harm’s way,” you hummed, resting your hand on his bandage-free arm.
“I’m practically a knight. See if Sir Cadogan can swear me in,” Talbott responded cheekily.
“We’ll see,” you grinned, only to pause as your eyes drifted away from his face and your hand dropped off to the side. “It was very foolish. Look at you,” you spoke softly, all previous hints of joking gone. “Be lucky this is all that happened. You could have been seriously injured,” you murmured sadly.
“You would have been if I hadn’t,” Talbott spoke, resting his hand on top of yours. “And I couldn’t let that happen,” he said.
You frowned, your lower lip trembling the slightest bit. It had certainly been an overwhelming occurrence. The entire day had been filled with emotional highs and lows. It wasn’t long before your vision had blurred from the sting of tears.
“I...can’t believe she attacked us,” you said, the tears spilling down your cheeks.
“Hey...” he murmured, reaching up to thumb the tears away. “We’re okay now,” he said.
“You’re not...” you murmured brokenly, blinking furiously as more tears fell. “And...and it’s all because of this stupid, fake relationship! This wouldn’t have happened if we hadn’t done this,” you cried, your gaze troubled.
Talbott’s eyes studied you for a few moments, his thumb still wiping away your tears. “Do you...” he trailed off, cupping your cheek tenderly. “Do you regret doing this with me?” He asked, his voice slightly fearful.
“Of course not,” you said quickly, resting your hands by his lap. “I don’t,” you said, pursing your lips as you absently toyed with the hem of the blankets. “But look what happened to you,” you said.
“What could have happened if she thought I was available?” Talbott posed, shrugging his shoulders - only to wince slightly as pain seemed to shoot through his bandaged arm. “I’m...happy we did what we did.”
“You are?” You asked in surprise, and he smiled at you again.
“I am,” he confirmed, his hand wrapping around to cup the back of your head to draw you closer. “I haven’t thought of what we’ve done as fake,” he stated, staring into your eyes.
You couldn’t believe you were hearing what you were. It made your heart swell.
“I think that’s just the medication talking,” you murmured shyly, though a smile was threatening to spread across your features.
“That’s possible, I suppose,” he grinned, shutting his eyes and resting his head against the wall. “I liked kissing you,” he added in, causing your eyes to go wide. Your face felt like it was on fire, but you would thankful he wasn’t gazing at you in that moment.
“Now I know it’s the medication talking,” you drawled, shifting to sit on the edge of his bed. “How long are you in here for?” You questioned.
“Madame Pomfrey should let me out by the morning,” he hummed, turning his head to catch your gaze.
“Good,” you murmured, reaching up to lightly touch his cheek. You felt his hand on your arm, lightly thumbing at your skin. You so desperately wanted to kiss him in that moment. “Talbott...what I was going to say...before...” you trailed off, biting your lower lip nervously. “I—“
“Mr. Winger, Miss—“ Professor Flitwick’s voice suddenly rang out as he strolled into the hospital wing, only to pause when he noticed the two of you sitting so close.
“Professor,” the two of you said in unison, shifting slightly back from each other. Your hand dropped from Talbott’s cheek, and you could feel the absence on his hold on you.
“Ah, I see you’ve told Mr. Winger about what was said the day we practiced Obliviate,” Professor Flitwick spoke with a grin. “Hearing the sincerity in your confession, I knew it was only a matter of time before you ended up together!”
“I hadn’t, Professor, but thank you,” you spoke hastily, quickly averting your gaze as your face blazed with embarrassment.
“I—oh, well...oh dear, this is a conundrum,” the professor spoke, clearly flustered with his misinterpretation. “I suppose I shall leave you two to it, then,” he said quickly, backing out of the hospital wing. “Come to my office once Madame Pomfrey dismisses you and we can discuss the situation.”
You chanced a glance at Talbott once his head of house had left, only to find him looking at you in shock.
“You...” Talbott began, but you were quick to hold up a hand.
“Please don’t. I don’t think I can take any more today, thank you very much. Madame Pomfrey has enough on her plate, mending your arm and patching you up,” you sighed, gazing at him. “I don’t think she’ll have time if I die of embarrassment,” you drawled. Talbott clearly wasn’t going to drop this, though.
“You fancy me,” he murmured quietly. “And you Obliviated me after saying so?!” He questioned, clearly unamused.
“You said to make it a good secret...” you murmured sheepishly, absently toying with his scarf that still hung around your neck.
“Bloody hell,” Talbott drawled, resting his head against the wall once more.
“It wasn’t the right time,” you argued, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Did Penny know? When she arranged this whole thing?” He questioned, shifting his eyes over to you.
“Not until after,” you murmured, biting your lip. “It’s...what I was going to tell you,” you said, chewing on your lower lip. “Before...in the courtyard,” you said. “I...fancy you, Talbott. I like being with you like this. I...don’t want this to be pretend,” you said, pouring your heart out to him. Once you’d started, there was no stopping you. “I’ve fancied you for some time, you know. Everything that’s happened to us...it just felt right. And I know...I know you probably don’t feel—“ you rambled, only to fall silent as he reached for your arm.
He stroked your arm, allowing it to slide down to uncross your arms and take your hand.
“I told you,” Talbott began, gazing at you earnestly. “I haven’t thought of what we’ve done as fake,” he said, pursing his lips in thought as he gazed off into the distance. “You’re important to me...I care about you,” he spoke, flicking his eyes back to you. “I...fancy you, too,” he said.
“You...do?” You gaped, the words swimming around your head.
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Talbott grinned at you.
You rolled your eyes at Talbott’s cheeky response, though you couldn’t keep the smile from spreading across your face. Talbott Winger actually fancied you.
“Come here,” he murmured softly, drawing your gaze back to him. Your eyes locked with his and you felt warmth creeping up your face. Scooting closer, you smiled as his good arm wrapped behind your back. “I fancy you,” he repeated, pulling you closer.
“So you’ve said,” you responded, grinning at him as your eyes drifted down to his lips. “And I fancy you,” you hummed, your faces mere inches apart at this point.
“So where does that leave us?” He questioned softly, his eyes searching your face.
“Together, I suppose,” you grinned before your lips molded together. Never would you have imagined that this fake relationship would have turned into something more, but you couldn’t wait for more time spent with him.
~The End~
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3+5 (Foxface x fem! reader)
𝙰𝙽: This has two endings so you get to choose which one you want! The first one is all angst and pining, the other one is kind of fluffy. I know that I love a cheerful ending, but not everyone does.
Also, the reader is from district 3.
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: slight angst, violence, and death
𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Foxface x fem! reader
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 3,644
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No, no, no. this couldn't be happening. It just couldn't
You stared in horror as your friend and ally, Foxface from district 5 emerged in a horrific outfit on a chariot.
Surprisingly, your feeling of absolute desolation was not from Foxface's outfit or even your own.
Both of which resembled something the Tin Man would wear if he'd donned couture.
Instead, it was a realization.
You would have to kill her.
Allow me to explain why!
You had, like countless others from district 3 in years past had been selected to enter in The Hunger Games and a few days ago, you'd formally met a new friend.
You'd sworn you would have no allies but unfortunately, your friendly personality and cheerful attitude made that a virtually impossible feat.
An extreme problem that as we all know, only results in heartbreak after one's allies are killed.
This certain person, A sly girl from district 5 who was absolutely amazing in every way was someone who you couldn't stop thinking of.
Stealthy, kind, and absolutely, mind-bogglingly good at identifying plants. She was also so smart, with gorgeous amber eyes that always seemed to take your breath away.
Wait-what? Since when did you think about her eyes? You brushed it off.
After all, you had bigger problems and worries.
You smiled placidly and waved to the crowds, all the while stewing over your predicament.
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You looked over your shoulder at Foxface.
"Are you okay?"
You knew she had been nervous about this, you didn't blame her. You were too.
It was incredibly stressful and you had seen what the others could do.
Even you felt like you didn't stand a chance.
she nodded and smiled at you which for some unknown reason caused your heart to flutter.
Waves of worries crashed through your mind.
What would you do if you were the only two who remained? what would you do if she died?
What would you do in general? You knew you couldn't kill, Finch vowed not to, and you knew there were careers trained to do exactly that.
You were reminded of the gravity of the situation as even more tributes joined the parade.
Only one would live.
Your surroundings swirled in front of your eyes.
Your knees felt like jelly, you would have toppled over if it wasn't for your district partner who had grabbed you before you fell.
Y/n are you okay? The rather mousy-looking boy murmured as he firmly held on to your wrist.
"Yes, I'm fine." You smiled appreciatively. You'd be sad to see him go.
Your mind went blank once more as the parade continued.
Finch's mind was still racing though.
Through the next few days, your friendship grew and you became inseparable.
She couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed.
Every time you smiled at her, she felt a warmth in her chest.
She told herself it was the joy of a true friendship.
She wasn't far off.
It was in fact, at lunch, the day before the actual games that she realized what was happening.
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Foxface had just sat down at a table, you flopped down beside her and promptly started crying into your bowl of salad.
As she pulled you into a hallway, the careers looked at one another, sharing the same thought; What was wrong?
Of course, they all knew exactly what was wrong, they were going to be put in a fight to the death the very next day, but no one really felt like saying it.
"Y/n what's wrong? You can tell me anything, I promise."
You sniffed a few times and shook your head. "It's okay, I'm fine. I know I'm probably one of the least prepared people here and I don't stand a chance. I guess I'm just a little bit nervous for tomorrow."
That may have been the biggest understatement of the century.
At the moment, you'd rather eat an entire bag of coffee grounds than go into the games, but unfortunately, it wasn't an option.
"No, y/n, trust me when I say you're prepared. Your odds are fair, you're no career, and you're not great with weapons, I'll be honest, but they're still decent. Your reputation amongst the capitol people is better than ever. That means more sponsors. You will. Be. Okay. I know it."
"But- what about you? I don't know what I'd do if you died, you’re one of the few people that I know I can trust, Finch. I can't have you die. You should be the one who wins. not me."
You replied between sniffles.
It was at that moment that Finch realized something.
As she looked into your puffy, bloodshot eyes she felt the warm feeling in her chest from earlier return.
She had a crush.
Not just a little one either.
A big painful crush that would most likely end in heartbreak, but she didn't care.
She decided then and there to do her best and ensure you won.
"We should wait and see, they might change the rules this year. You never know what they'll throw at us. Perhaps there could be two victors!"
It broke her heart to see the glimmer of hope in your eyes.
She knew it was probably a lie, but if that's what it took to make you content, that's what she would do.
You threw your arms around her "Thank you so much, this means a lot." She awkwardly patted you on the back, not quite used to being hugged, let alone by the very person she was hopelessly crushing on. "Now, let's get back to lunch, ally,"
You linked arms and strolled back into the lunchroom, heads held high, filled with renewed, albeit slightly false hope.
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It was the day of the games. You'd all been placed in your tubes.
Foxface looked over, only to see you positively shaking.
She didn't blame you, half the tributes were.
The countdown began.
You waved and offered her a tentative smile.
Ten seconds to go...
She smiled back.
nine...eight... seven...six...five...She rehearsed the plan in her head.
four...three...two...one...
Chaos ensued.
Foxface bolted. You, in the meantime, de-activated several landmines and pocketed them for future use.
Being from District 3 did have its advantages.
Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all!
You'd spoken too soon.
You were thrown out of your small revere by someone grabbing the collar of your shirt.
You whipped your head around as best you could and caught a glimpse of blond hair.
Cato. Oh no- you attempted to kick him in the shin but missed.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the best plan of action.
He pushed you against a trunk of a tree and held his sword to your throat.
A thin line of blood appeared.
He didn't look to be enjoying himself, but he also didn't look like he had any plans to stop your potential decapitation.
Foxface ran through the mess, tributes were being attacked, running, dying, and just overall not having a great first day.
She saw you and ran, only barely avoiding a landmine.
"What are you doing?" she hissed at Cato.
He turned to meet the piercing gaze of your savior.
If looks could kill...He would have fallen over before you could say "career"
Fortunately, this gave you enough time to wriggle out of his arms and kick him in the knees again.
This time, your foot actually made contact with his knee and he fell.
Foxface grabbed his sword and hit him over the head with the hilt. His eyes closed.
"Is he...you know... dead?" You asked, cautiously poking his head with a stick.
"No, probably just stunned. We can leave him, someone else will find him. Let's go, before he wakes up."
You pulled each other through the explosives.
Finally, after what felt like ages the two of you reached relative safety.
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It was gradually getting darker and you decided you'd be better off sleeping.
You placed some small landmines you'd deactivated earlier in front of the cave to discourage any unfortunate intruders and lay down.
Foxface lay down and passed you a bit of bread from her backpack.
While you ate, the two of you drafted out a plan for the next few days and what it would include.
It was decided that you'd take shifts and alternate between who guarded the cave and who got materials, at night, you'd place a landmine outside so if any unwanted visitors attempted to enter...well..you didn't want to think about that.
Finally, after some time, you felt your eyelids get quite heavy.
You lay down on the cave floor, it wasn't really as bad as you'd thought.
The moss was soft and with Foxface nearby, you felt safe.
She lay down beside you and soon, you had both drifted off to sleep.
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You woke up with a start.
It was still dark outside.
The sun hadn't quite risen yet and the stars were still visible in the sky.
Then you felt an arm wrap around your waist.
Foxface had thrown her arm around you in her sleep.
You felt your face heat up.
She didn't seem like the type to do this and you were sure if she woke up, she surely wouldn't speak to you ever again.
She would be positively fuming...
Voices, barely distinguishable from the birds in the trees were heard in the distance.
"Wazzamatter?" Finch mumbled, still half asleep, blinking sleepily, oblivious to the fact that her arm was still around your waist.
Your heart melted.
"Nothing, I thought I heard something, but it was just a squirrel."
"We should probably get started, we'll need supplies and it would be better to stay inside during the day. "
You nodded. This would give you time to think about what had happened that morning.
You carefully extracted yourself from her grasp and prepared for the day ahead
As Foxface left, you noticed a small package drift from the sky in a parachute.
Your heart leaped. A sponsor! Foxface was right, they would be of use!
Oh, you could just kiss her right now you were so happy!
Wait- what? She's your best friend! What are you thinking Y/n! You don't kiss your best friend.
You opened it to see bandages, alcohol, and a note.
You stared at the note. "For the couple from 3 and 5, stay safe! -a friend in the capitol"
Your eyes went wide.
Did they think that you liked each other?
Was there a possibility that you liked her?
You sat down abruptly as you realized, Yes. Yes you did.
You shook your head. Now was not the time for crushing!
While you cleaned, you thought about the morning.
You were sure it was just a coincidence, it was probably just nothing. But still- what if she felt the same?
You remembered the note and tried to suppressed the small twinge of hope that it provided.
It was probably nothing.
They must just feel sorry for you.
Unrequited love was definitely a tragedy that the capitol would love.
You continued to mull this over until you heard a rustling in the leaves.
You cautiously poked your head out, only to see Foxface looking quite wounded sitting in the cave's entrance.
You immediately rushed to her side.
"I stole some food from the district four boy and he noticed. Stabbed me with his trident. I don't think it's infected yet, but I don't think I can walk normally."
You looked to the side where your package had landed and grabbed a bottle of alcohol.
As Foxface coached you through bandaging her leg, you only felt your feelings towards her grow. it really was remarkable.
You hoped you'd manage to get through the games.
Together.
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As the days progressed, you reached a sort of routine and it became almost second nature.
That was of course until the announcement of a feast was made.
You and Finch had made a plan. She'd get materials, you would make sure everything was clear and distract if necessary.
That's when you heard a rustling in the bushes.
The female tribute from District 12, Katniss was crouched in the shrubbery with an arrow pointed directly at you.
You bolted.
You weren't sure where you'd go but as long as Foxface was okay and you weren't shot, you were pretty sure it was the right place.
You felt an arrow graze your leg and you turned around only to have Katniss smack into you.
You tried your best to reason with her while she pinned you down.
She grabbed an arrow from her quiver that would surely end up in your heart.
At that moment, Foxface ran past, and stopped dead in her tracks.
"Go, I'll be okay!"
She opened her mouth to say something, but you cut her off.
"Please! I promise I'll come back, just get to safety!" you cried, sounding rather choked.
Come on, Y/n you can do this. Almost everyone else has.
"I'm so sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this," you whispered.
Katniss's eyes went wide as you shakily held a knife to her throat.
You weren't sure how you felt about this.
"Goodbye, Katniss. Sweet dreams." you cooed.
Before you could change your mind, you sliced the knife through her neck, got up, and ran into the woods, still getting used to the feeling of a weapon in your hands.
A cannon could be heard in the distance.
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You sat down heavily in shock. You had just done the unimaginable.
You'd killed a tribute.
Foxface plopped down beside you.
"Did you get her?" she asked, her voice sounding just as exhausted and hollow as the both of you felt.
"Yes, I did."
The reality of what you'd done hit you.
Of course, you'd experienced it, but it was a whole different thing to actually admit it.
To say that you'd killed someone and know that there would be no consequences except the moral ones.
The ones that stayed in your mind and haunted you for years to come.
If they did come that is.
"What happened to the others?"
"They killed each other off." She took a few berries out of the backpack that she'd managed to grab at the feast.
What are those?
She gave you a look. "Take a guess"
Your eyes widened.
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Ending 1 (Angst and death!)
"Foxface, no, please don't do this," you begged
She shook her head. "You heard the rules, y/n there can only be one victor now. It should be you. there's no use pretending like there is another way out for both of us."
She took a handful of berries from her backpack and cradled them in her hands, thinking over her decision.
"But you promised-"
Your words brought her back to the lunch at the training center.
It felt like years ago, but it had only been a few days.
That was when it hit her.
She'd never told you her feelings. The girl she liked- no- loved would never know.
As she thought, a terrible idea came into your mind.
You knew it wouldn't end well but alas, you had been well aware of it from the start.
Finally, you grabbed a handful of berries from Foxface's hand making sure to scatter the rest far away. If one of you had to be a victor, it was going to be her.
You would make sure of it.
“What are you doing Y/n?!” she gasped.
It was too late. You'd already swallowed the berries.
She cradled you in her arms, begging you to stay alive a few moments more.
"Foxface, I wish I told you this earlier, I know you don't feel the same, but at this point, I just need to let you know. You have been a true friend and I couldn't have wished for a better ally. I should have told you this sooner, I love you. With all my heart. I really do and not even death can change that." You rambled. The berries making your mind foggier by the minute.
"Y/n I- I do feel the same. You mean so much to me and if I had only known-"
With that, you kissed her cheek, careful to get none of the night lock near her mouth.
"Goodbye Finch, I love you"
"-If I had known, I would have told you that I loved you too. We would have gone on dates, had a future together, and I know it doesn't seem likely, but we would have made it work, if only-"
her voice trailed off as you went limp in her arms.
A cannon went off.
"if I'd only seen it sooner-" she trailed off quietly.
A loud voice proclaimed Finch of District 5 the winner of the 54th Hunger Games yet she didn’t seem to hear a thing
In fact, she didn't react in the slightest.
Foxface stared at your lifeless body. The color still draining from your cheeks.
Even though you were dead, the night lock berries still staining your lips a deep navy, you had to be the most gorgeous girl she'd ever laid eyes on.
"Goodbye, y/n I love you too," she said, her voice slightly choked with tears she refused to let fall.
She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't give the capitol the satisfaction of seeing her distress.
She would later go on to interviews, refusing to say more than a few grief and anger-filled sentences to let the capitol know exactly how she felt about everything.
They had killed her girlfriend and she would make sure they knew what they'd done.
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Ending 2 (less sad! Slight angst and swearing, but no death! )
"Foxface, why are you doing this? I should be the one to go, not you."
"No y/n I can't let you. "
"But Finch-"
"Why y/n? Tell me why you should die. You are brave, sweet, and kind. Hell, you even apologized to Katniss before slitting her throat. I should be the one to die. Not! You!"
She was yelling now, but you needed to argue your case.
You had to stifle a hollow laugh. This was the most comically dark and strange situation imaginable. Arguing with your crush about which one of you should die.
"But why? I know you said that I should stay alive, but you keep forgetting about yourself. You have a family to go home to as well. They love you, they care, and they miss you! Plus, you taught me the bravery that you claim I have!"
"You want to know why y/n? It's because I love you. A lot. If you died, I don't know what I would do. " Foxface clapped a hand over her mouth.
"You love me? Like, love me?" You blinked numbly.
She sighed. "That sounded awful, I'm sorry for arguing. I know I shouldn't have said it, but you’ve always stayed by my side. You never failed to see my value. You even convinced me that having a 5 in training didn't make me weak."
"It doesn't though!" You remarked.
"Look at where we are now! The last two tributes. We would be out of this mess too if we just had some way to get out together."
Both of you looked at the ground where the berries lay scattered, looked at each other, and nodded with the same idea in your heads.
Each of you picked up some berries and took a deep breath.
"Foxface, I love you too. I mean it. This is the worst possible situation to ever tell someone this, but it's true."
With that, she kissed you gently.
"So it's settled then?"
"I think so."
"Goodbye Y/n."
"Goodbye, Foxface."
"Okay Y/n you've got this," You told yourself.
3...
2...
1...
"WAIT STOP!" A loud voice shrieked.
You and Foxface both looked up, the poisonous berries inches away from your mouths
"THERE HAS BEEN ONE MORE CHANGE OF RULES"
You stared at each other in confusion.
"CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR FIRST EVER TWO VICTORS, Y/N FROM DISTRICT 3 AND FINCH FROM DISTRICT 5! THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION! GOODBYE!"
~several days later~
The Capitol was completely taken with the first couple to win the games.
Upon being interviewed, Foxface's response was "We're a team. We always were and always will be," and you couldn't agree more.
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I need hotch whump. Dad rossi being a total dad and the team helping hotch through his deep seated emotional trauma. Just the team helping hotch be emotionally open and maybe some crying and him getting hugs n shit?? And if you can, at least 3k words cuz hes sad and needs to use his words
One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
(Fair warning, I feel like I couldn’t get Hotch’s script right. He has a unique way that he speaks and I just feel like I missed that. I hope I didn’t drop the ball but I’ve been working on this non-stop so I’ve kinda passed a point in my ability to tell. Bonus, this fits really well for a fix-it for this post that I made that hurt everyone. You can find that post here)
Word count: 5,452
He can feel himself falling apart. His thoughts are more than often filled with deterioration and self-deprecating harm. He knows it’s getting worse but he excuses it. If he can rationalize his thoughts, condone them, and recognize them then there’s no need to ask for help.
Especially, when he doesn’t deserve it.
The breath is kicked from his lungs as he opens the file in front of him. He’d gotten the call from the Dallas police department that morning and fielded the consult to himself. Normally, this would be the type of case JJ would handle but as soon as he heard the victims were blonde’s in their thirties he couldn’t let the case go to her. Except, a very important factor had been left out.
They were all mothers.
He finds himself looking down at half a dozen women who all look too much like Haley.
Panic bubbles in his chest and a trembling hand pushes the case away. It’s not enough. He stands to his feet, leaning heavily on his desk to stop his knees from caving from beneath him. He’s paper left too long in the sun, warping. His print is no longer legible. His glue peeling away.
On the floor of his office, a step away from his desk, he falls to his knees. His breath is caught in his throat-- his tie an ever-tightening noose that leaves his mouth dry and his voice stuck. Logically, he can recognize his own symptoms. It’s a panic attack. Triggered because he’s never worked through his feelings. Never got over Haley. His incompetence.
His failure.
His brain can recognize that the pain in his chest shouldn’t kill him. His mind still draws the parallel to his own father. A chronic alcoholic who died in his office of a heart attack. An abuser. An asshole.
What was that the team had said about him?
JJ had called him a bully.
Reid said he was a narcissist.
The hurt in Emily’s eyes as she deduced he doesn’t trust women as much as men.
Morgan said he’s a drill sergeant.
So… maybe Hotch didn’t hit Jack. He’s never laid a hand on his son so he’s different from his father in that sole regard. He’s not a good father though. He’s not a good boss.
His team must loathe him.
Which means he’s not all that different from his father.
What does that leave? What does that make him besides a suit and tie? A terrified, sweat-soaked coward on an office floor.
And there’s no wonder that he’s never made the time to work through his problems. Who is to talk to? Haley had known of his father. Enough to leave that subject alone. Even when he sat bolt upright in their bed, lost to his youth spent outrunning the hands of his father. She’d comforted him enough to get him back to sleep, holding him to her chest but never inquiring. Never pushing.
The others have their own problems. Dave is a father without a son. Reid has a mother who’s taken care of for the better part of his whole life. Prentiss wants a child, a family so badly but she continues to have that torn from her grasp. JJ feels like she’s failed, Henry. Garcia is plagued by the images she sees daily. Morgan feels torn between his loyalty to this team and doing better for himself.
So when should he fit in that time for himself? When does he silence them to talk about himself?
His phone vibrates on his desk. It’s a low, hollow sound but it snaps him to attention. The kind of sound that he could not ignore any more than a cry of pain from Jack. A case, more than likely. Maybe even an email from the Director or Strauss requesting his presence.
His knees cave beneath him, a frustrated grunt leaving his mouth. He takes his fist and beats it into the carpet, hoping the pain that spikes up his arm will ground him. The world spins but he manages to stagger to his feet. Even if that means nearly losing his footing as the world dips suddenly. Curling that arm, pulling it protectively to his core, he manages to cross the room.
Except, there is no call to duty.
He’s greeted by a picture and an unknown number.
It’s a newborn baby in the lap of someone but the important detail is the hospital bracelet on picture taker’s wrist and the distinct newness of the baby. The sight invokes a pang in his chest, reminding him of when Jack was that small. A youth blind to injustice and death. Before Hotch had gone and messed it all up.
A moment later, his phone goes off again. A single line of text but he knows immediately what it means.
“Learning how to smile again... I hope you are too.”
Elle.
He's not sure if he’s meant to respond so he doesn’t. It does spark a certain flame in his lungs-- he wouldn’t call it a breath of life but for once the inhale his raged lungs pull in doesn’t hurt. He falls into his desk chair, cradling his phone in his hand.
“You know,” JJ’s voice breaks through the silence of his office. She steps into the room with that blatant disregard that most of the team has. A mutual understanding that he’s given them-- as long as his door isn’t shut, they’re free to come in.
As far as he sees, that openness is well understood by JJ, Morgan, and Garcia. He suspects their understanding comes from a creative source. A kind that Prentiss and Reid have taken their time in understanding.
He sees the way the two of them hesitate before knocking and announcing themselves. For what, he might ask if he did not already know the answer. The answer is on the tip of his tongue each morning as he shaves his face. It’s his last thought as he drifts off.
You don’t trust women as much as men.
“You’ve ruined me for all future employers.” JJ continues. Unaware of the fact that her audience is a bit lost.
I choose Aaron Hotchner. He’s a classic narcissist. He thinks he’s better than everyone else on the team.
JJ moves closer, her arms falling from their defensive place across her chest. She smiles, her eyes dancing between his. There’s a flash there, of what she’s uncertain but as soon as it’s there it’s gone. She sees the bone-tired, ragged look of his large frame and she wonders when the last time he got a good night’s sleep was.
“You--” Hotch’s eyebrow’s knit together as he stutters to put together what she’s said. “I--I ruined you?” His brain is still reeling from the panic attack. He’s too exhausted to put together whatever trivial meaning her words are meant to have.
JJ chuckles lightly, perhaps she should have opened that better. “You didn’t ruin me, literally,” she explains with a smile. Honest, she loves him like a brother but he can be as thick as mud sometimes. For someone who’s entire job revolves around understanding people, Hotch often misses the point.
Not that she minds explaining that to him.
“I mean,” she says, sitting herself down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. She pulls her legs underneath herself, not afraid to take the time to get comfortable. “You’re too kind. You give so much to this team that if you ever leave I’m not sure how any of us will function without you.”
He blanches. This seems out of left field to him.
She smiles at his reaction, reaching across his desk to squeeze his hand. “Hotch,” she reminds him softly, “yesterday you brought me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You made it for me because you knew I hadn’t taken a break.”
He can hardly understand how making someone a peanut butter and jelly sandwich constitutes a pat on the back. He does it all the time for Jack. When he was making JJ one yesterday he’d ended up making one for Reid and Prentiss as well. The two of them poking and badgering him until he’d relented.
“Bosses don’t do that,” JJ assures him. “Not normal ones anyway.” Sensing that he’s not really putting this together, she rises from her chair. Stepping into his personal space she can see just how awful he looks. With all the tenderness she can manage, she presses a kiss to his cheek. Encircling his shoulders in her arms, she realizes that he’s trembling. “I love and appreciate you and I’m just… None of them tell you how much you mean to us. I just want to make sure you remember that.”
It takes him a moment but he hugs her back. Where his body is stiff with tension, she’s warm and soft. He breaks for just a moment, allowing her words to warm his chest before resigning himself back to his darkness. To his self-hatred.
JJ gives his back a quick rub before pulling away. “You need to take a nap,” she informs him. “You look like shit.”
He smiles, mustering up all his energy into convincing her that he’s not on the knife’s edge of falling over into darkness. “I’m fine,” he assures her. Besides, he motions to the file on his desk. “I’ll get some coffee and finish this consult. Then I’ll go home.”
She looks at the file in question and decides to save him the trouble. She picks it up despite his anxiety-filled voice calling her name out. What she finds shocks her but not for the reason he’d thought. These women do look like her but their resemblance to Haley is… “Oh, Hotch…”
He can’t look at her. “They…” he clears his throat. “I didn’t want you to see it because I knew they were blonde and that kind of stuff really gets to you but--” He’s said too much. He’s admitting that he knows they look like Hailey. Maybe even that it bothered him as much as it’s bothering her.
“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” JJ whispers, her emotions getting the best of her. Of course, he looks like shit. He’d done something kind to spare her and ended up looking at dead mutilated women who look too much like Haley. “You’re too kind for your own good.” She tucks the file to her chest, where she knows he won’t make a quick grab for it.
“JJ…”
She shakes her head. “Go home. Go get coffee. Take a nap. I don’t care what you do but you are not getting this file back because I promise that whatever seeing these women will do to me is going to be less damaging than seeing them is to you.” She doesn’t spare him a second more before leaving his office. Leaving him to do what he pleases just not allowing that file to be one of them.
She turns in the doorway to his office, offering him a smile. “By the looks of you, I’d recommend taking that nap.”
He doesn’t but her words stick with him for days.
I love and appreciate you. It’s most unlike the voice in his head reminding him that he’s a bully. A narcissist.
When he goes to bed, arms wrapped around his chest and tears threatening to spill down his face… he thinks about those four simple words. His cheek stings where she’d kissed him and for a moment his chest burns again with an unfamiliar light.
He remembers these words over and over.
He starts to believe them but that doesn’t mean he changes.
Then a case sends him home. His hometown is hardly an hour away from Quantico. Standing in front of the team, his hands buried in his pockets to hide the way they tremble, he tells them they won’t need the jet or the GPS. He knows where they’re going.
He knows it too well.
Prentiss doesn’t start second-guessing her boss until he pulls off the main road. Reid will testify, he second-guessed Hotch the minute the man told them he didn’t need a map and turned the GPS off. Neither says anything but Hotch is still aware of the weight of their silence. He doesn’t feel comfortable offering them the reassurance that he knows where he’s going so he chooses to say nothing. The whole car opts to not comment on how it is that he knows where he’s going.
“Detective Carter!” Garcia is the first person out of the second car jammed packed with the other members of the team.
In the second car, there was a lot of aired criticism. Ninety-eight percent of which came from Morgan but upon pulling into the station, thirty minutes before the GPS estimated arrival time, he can’t complain. It does leave him curious. It’s not often they drive to crime scenes from Quantico but they never stray from the GPS.
“I’m Penelope,” she explains to the older man. It’s clear the detective is taken aback by the sight of Garcia but the old man just smiles and takes her hand. Kindly he smiles and Garcia only beams that much more. “These are the agents I told you about.” She turns back to the others, lined up like a kindergarten class rather than a ragtag group of highly trained professionals. “JJ, Dr. Reid, SSAs Prentiss, Rossi, Morgan, and our prestigious and very handsome leader-”
“Aaron?”
Prentiss had noticed Hotch’s hesitation the moment he put the car in park. He masterfully hid anything that might have given her a why but she’d still seen his stress become gradually more apartment as he got closer to the precinct.
“Jesus,” the detective shakes his head. He doesn’t give Hotch the opportunity to step away or even get a word out. The mood shifts as Hotch can’t hide the way he flinches as the man pulls him into a hug. “You were fifty pounds soaking wet the last time I saw you,” the detective admits.
Hotch can’t look at the detective and he can’t look at his team.
Mercifully, Prentiss calls out to the older man. “I hate to push here,” she lies, “I would like to get working as soon as possible. I’m not sure how many more dead girls I can stand to see.” There are a few mumbled responses from the team, all agreeing with Prentiss.
Hotch doesn’t notice. He stands in the spot the detective left him in. Eyes on the gravel, he’s struggling but he pushes it down. He has a job and the job has always come before physical comfort.
He hangs his head and he gets through the day knowing that he’ll be allotted his personal time in a hotel room soon enough. He can break down there.
And he does.
And then he has a nightmare that wakes up the entire team.
He’s shaking so badly when he finally opens his door that he can’t even play it off. They know.
“Let it out son,” Rossi whispers, holding Hotch tight to his chest. “It’s alright, it’s okay.” He rubs his hand down Hotch’s back. Something in his chest locking tight and stiff at the way Hotch melts, unable to even stand. Dave has always known, in one way or another, that Hotch’s childhood was a litany of things done wrong.
He’d seen the kid’s back, the crisscrossing pattern he’d only ever seen on dead people. Scars. Someone had hit Hotch so hard as a child to leave marks on his body into adulthood. If Dave had to guess, he’d say a belt. Given Hotch’s soft accent and tendencies, Dave knows he’d probably be right. Belts are loved by Southerners.
Beat the sin out of your children.
See if they ever come home.
Rossi looks at Hotch, the man struggling to pull himself back together. Sometimes they do come home and that’s worse.
“This place,” Hotch whispers, eyes falling to the carpet. “This town is…” His eyes move to the window on the adjacent wall. If the sun were up, he would be able to see the house he spent his youth in. The drive-way where his father bounced his head off the gravel for dropping a can of green beans. The window by the main door that his father broke smacking his mother against it. “It’s an awful place and I-- I will be glad when we’re able to leave it.”
Reid, of all people, is the first person to offer a condolence, a way out. He clears his throat, anxiously moving from foot to foot. “You could go back home,” he offers. “It’s not a long drive, you would be back with Jack before the sun even comes up.” Seeing that his idea isn’t being torn down but rather the others seem to agree this is actually a perfectly good solution, he continues. “You could work from the office with Garcia. We’ve all done it. I certainly wouldn’t think differently of you if you went home.”
Reid sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, stepping forward and sitting on the edge of Hotch’s bed. “This town gives me the heebie-jeebies, anyway.” His small shiver lightens something in Hotch’s chest because not even Hotch can twist the genius’s actions. Reid is being sincere and Hotch hasn’t messed up. They don’t hate him. They don’t think he’s weak.
“It does, doesn’t it?” Dave speaks up, shaking his head. “I feel it creeping into my bones.”
There seems to be a unanimous decision made in that immediate moment that no one’s going to push him. They’re not frustrated about being woken up in the middle of the night by his terrified screams. No one is going to force him to tell them about the detective.
They solve the case and rescue the last girl from the clutches of their UNSUB. This time, Detective Carter does his job. He doesn’t send an obviously beaten and abused boy back home to his father.
They save the girl the way no one ever saved Hotch but he doesn’t consider himself irreparable anymore.
He closes his eyes and remembers what it felt like when Dave held him.
Son.
I love and appreciate you.
I wouldn’t think differently of you.
He starts to feel loved and he’s so broken-- there’s something in his mind that just equates their affection for a need for him to be better-- he decides he has to prove he’s worth it.
JJ has formed a habit of squeezing his elbow when she passes him.
Rossi pulls him into one-armed hugs.
Reid brings him a coffee and smiles shyly when they pass one another in the halls.
But he can’t do anything right.
“Prentiss!”
He doesn’t clear the second room properly as they raid a house and all he can do is put himself between her and the danger. There’s only a split second to think about it. She’s a head shorter than him. So the shot that would take her head off hits him center mass.
There’s a sickening crack that rings through the room as he hits the wall behind them. His head bouncing off the wall. He doesn’t hear her cry his name out.
Prentiss’s hands shake but her own shot hits its mark. The UNSUB falls limply to the ground just as Hotch had. Despite every fiber of her wanting to double back and make sure Hotch isn’t dead, she moves forward. She can see her bullet embedded in the opposing wall. The hole in the UNSUB’s head is visible proof but she can’t walk away from him until she finds no pulse and moves his gun away.
“Agent down,” she calls shakily. Her knees almost give out from beneath her when she turns to see him.
All six feet of her boss is crumpled into a limp pile. His neck is bent, chin resting against his sternum. She can’t tell if he’s even breathing, the vest strapped to his chest swallows any movement that might or might not be there. “Hotch?” She calls, hoping that he'll stir. That he’ll make a noise or something.
She sees blood.
“Hotch is down,” she cries over the radio. “Hotch is down and we need medics.” She pulls at his tie, swallowing down her own need to cry. To sob as her friend’s blood covers her skin. “It’s a--a-” she pulls the tie around his neck free and the blood starts to flow twice as fast. “Fuck,” she places her hand over the wound. Her hot tears stinging her eyes. “It’s a neck wound.”
A death sentence.
She can feel his pulse against her palm. Each beat a little fainter than the last.
“Don’t you die,” she rasps. Her emotions are bubbling to the surface as her panic and adrenaline get worse. “Come on you stubborn bastard,” but her insults are laced with worry. “Hotch,” she pats his pale cheek. Attempting and failing to rouse him. On his cheek, her hand is left perfectly preserved by his crimson blood.
“Agent,” the medics come in. Someone puts a hand on her shoulder but she can’t pull away. She can’t let him bleed out. “Agent we’ve got it.”
I love and appreciate you.
Those words are the last thing Hotch thinks before his head hits the wall. He just has to hope she meant it.
“Hey.”
She has to wait days to wring him out. To give him a proper piece of her mind. They are supposed to be passed this. They did pass this a long time ago. Time and time again he’s proven that he does trust her. After Foyet, they’d become the semblance of friends. She considers him family.
Instead of offering him the immediate bitchfest he’s more than deserved, she offers him a passing-- “Hey, yourself.” Seeing him awake settles her but she has to be mad with him. She is mad with him. Even if she wants to hug him. He is her friend and she values him. It hurts to see him in pain.
After a moment, she looks up from the book she’s reading. Paying him just enough attention that she notices how uneasy he is. It makes her question her chosen silent treatment. It’s clearly not helping and the last thing she wants is to stress him out more. So she reaches between them and takes his hand. “You’re life isn’t less important than mine.”
Her words take him by surprise. She can see the words make their impact. His brows furrow in confusion but he doesn’t say anything. Not for a long moment. He’s stalling. “I didn’t say that,” is what he settles on.
She looks up at him and she’s disappointed. They’re profilers and he settles on deflection. She can’t say she’s surprised, he always chooses deflection. She’s just as stubborn as him though and she’s not afraid to push a little. “Your actions did.”
“Prentiss, I couldn’t--”
She lets go of his hand. For a moment, her anger gets the better of her. He gets the message and stops talking but the damage has been done. Of course, he’s not going to say that his life has less value than hers. He’s not stupid. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t think it.
“We’re partners, right?” She sits forward in the chair. “You trust me?” She already knows the answers. She knows everything he’s going to do.
Hie scowls and he opens his mouth before he shuts it. He shakes his head as he says, “of course.”
She reaches back out to him, taking his hand again. His fingers are cold, his body still not fully recovered from the blood transfusions he needed. She needs something like this to never occur again. “Then it’s your job,” she tells him. “To cover my ass when I mess up and it’s my job to cover yours.”
He doesn’t look at her. He can’t. He could have gotten her killed. Can’t she understand that? She should be furious at him for putting her life at risk. Not trying to go over protocol. He understands, though, that she’s trying to make a point so he nods his understanding.
“I trust you with my life,” she whispers, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Why don’t you trust yourself with it?”
She’s right of course. If there was time for him to step in the way, there was time for her to move out of the way. A thousand things could have happened and, in the end, his actions weren’t warranted. This hits his chest in a tight, painful bundle. He has to look away from her. Clenching his teeth against the tears threatening to sting his eyes.
“Hotch, you gave me a family.” She squeezes his fingers, feeling her own emotions bubbling right back to the surface. It’s out of character, she can recognize that but something happened in that house during the raid. Something she never wants to happen again. “You are a part of my family, whether you like that or not.”
He turns to look at her, his mouth unable to tell her that he knows and he does like it but that’s okay. They’ve always been able to understand passing glancing. He offers her a lopsided, forced smile when she rubs her thumb over his rough hands.
“I love you,” she says with a roll of her eyes because she’s Emily Prentiss and she can’t take herself seriously for too long. She stands from the chair at his side and knocks the back of her hand against his shoulder. “And,” she adds, “don’t take any bullets to the neck for me, alright? I’m starting to feel like I owe you.”
He nods his understanding, still not trusting his voice.
Just as JJ did, she presses a kiss to his cheek.
Prentiss feels pretty safe at that moment. He’s high as balls and she doubts he’s capable of anything more than a grumbled complaint.
He’s full of grumbled complaints but this time he doesn’t offer her one.
He doesn’t spare Morgan the same courtesy.
“Hotch,” Morgan manages, taking a deep breath to stop himself from losing his cool. “I love you, man. You know I do but if you don’t stand still--” Honest, Morgan’s seen Henry and Jack behave better. The soft corrector does the job though and Hotch lets Morgan shoulder some of his weight. Leaning into Morgan as they walk.
He knows he asked Hotch to lean into him. He said it would be okay but to feel the way Hotch trusts him, the way he stiffens in pain instead of masking it… Morgan has to clear his throat. “Hotch?”
Hotch is limping the whole way. Getting shot in the neck sucks but hitting a wall and breaking ribs isn’t any better. Through gritted teeth, he replies, “yes.”
“Don’t scare us like that again, alright?” Morgan keeps the pace going, forcing Hotch to keep moving even when he pauses as Morgan’s words take him by surprise. Morgan’s on a roll, though, and he’s got to get it off his chest. He can’t let Hotch think that Morgan wants this. “I can’t… This team…” it’s harder than he wants to admit. “I’m not ready to lead this team. I don’t… I don’t want to, man.”
Hotch remains silent. He’s not sure what he’s supposed to say but he’s exhausted and he’s not sure he’s got it in him to tell Morgan that won’t happen. It might.
“We left you the couch,” Morgan changes the subject. He steers Hotch through the opening of the jet, forcing him in the direction of the couch. As soon as Hotch is seated, Morgan excuses himself. He ducks away, taking his own seat and putting his music on.
A proper distraction from the emotions burning his throat.
David Rossi knew the moment he met Aaron Hotchner that he would take the world by storm. Through the years, Rossi watched that rip him apart. Being unyielding and selfless is good in measure but too often Rossi found himself holding the younger man together. His hands interlaced over a bullet wound, holding him upright as his lungs rebel from smoke inhalation, and, on more than one occasion, watching him push himself past the point of no return.
David Rossi also knew Aaron Hotchner was going to be a problem child. Unlike the other interns, Hotch was married, had gone to law school, and had a successful career. A state attorney turned federal agent… Rossi was initially skeptical. He got a wise-crack, no-nonsense, hot-headed nerd dressed in mediocre suits but, Rosis had to hand it to him, the kid had spunk. So Rossi put in the time.
He trained a prodigy and he watched that prodigy fail and break.
But Hotch never quit.
Not after Gideon and the bomb that killed nearly their whole team.
The Fisher King and Elle Greenaway.
Tobias Hankle.
New York and Kate Joyner.
Strauss.
Foyet…
On the jet’s couch, some twenty-- hell, maybe thirty-- years after their initial meeting David Rossi is gently combing his fingers through that bull-headed new kid’s hair. His thoughts are actively drifting away. Back to times when he was the Unit Chief and Hotch was a lanky kid. Prone to accidents of spilled coffee stains on crisp white dress shirts and knocking files off his desk with his elbows. Dave and Jason had an ongoing joke that the poor kid should have come with a warning label sewed into the ass of his suits.
He cracks an eye open, aware of a shifting presence. Emily. He offers her a small smile, “anything I can help you with, bella?” His voice is deep, bothered with exhaustion, and tinged with an unsettled sadness.
But that’s all part of the job.
They get the bad guys and stop them from hurting people. Only, sometimes they become the hurt-- the victims.
Hotch just added his name to another serial killer’s list of victims. His name is starting to appear a lot these days.
Prentiss shakes her head. She’d been sitting on the other side of the jet and for a moment it occurred to her that from her vantage point she couldn’t tell if Hotch was breathing or not. Panic struck her center mass and she’d risen to her feet, clearing half the jet to get to him. To be close enough to see his chest is rising. To see if he's still breathing.
“I thought he wasn’t breathing,” she tells Rossi. “I just… it freaked me out.”
Rossi nods his understanding and shakes his head sympathetically, but not for Emily.
He’s not sure what Garcia has planned but he’d put money down on the fact that Hotch isn’t ready for it.
Hotch is not even through the glass doors at BAU when the sound of heels prefaces Penelope Garcia shouting down the hall. He takes a step back, glancing at the others in confusion as they chuckle. Like they know what’s about to happen. He moves back to the hall, nodding his head at a rapidly approaching Garcia.
“Sir!”
He raises an eyebrow, “Garcia.”
She comes to a stuttering halt, taking a deep breath as she steadies herself.
Something about it, he can’t explain it, strikes him as humorous. He shakes his head and smiles. Next thing he knows she’s thrown her arms around him. Hotch raises an eyebrow, his confusion not muffling the smile still spread across his face. “Whatever was that for?” He wouldn’t lie by stating the feelings he has at this moment are anything other than happily surprised.
Garcia’s smile is a twisted happy smile laced with sadness being overtaken. “You stopped smiling for so long, I-- It just made me so happy to see you happy.”
And he realizes she’s right.
He hasn’t smiled in a long time but… slowly, his team has wormed their way into breaking that.
Son.
I love and appreciate you.
I wouldn’t think differently of you.
You’re a part of my family.
I love you, man.
"Please, " Garcia says softly. "Don't ever do that again, okay? You scared me--" she sucks in a breath and it sounds so much like an approaching sob that he reaches out and pulls her back into a hug.
"I'll be more careful, " he promises. "No more close calls."
She squeezes him gently, aware of his ribs. "Good, " she whispers, "because I'm tired of losing people I love."
And he remembers that next time he sinks. He reminds himself constantly.
Aaron Hotchner is loved. He has a family to come home to. They need him.
And he doesn't always have to be the strong one.
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sleepless nights
[Chris Evans x Pregnant Reader]
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A/N: Just something cute and awkward. It’s explicit too
Tossing around in bed, you jab the body pillow holding your stomach a couple times to submit to your needed softness. Your neck felt tight so you pick yourself up and turn over to the other side of you, facing your snoring husband Chris. You glare at him as his eyelids are curtained by his long lashes, completely under the sweet escape of rest that you couldn’t catch up to.
“Look at you,” you whisper in his face. “Just like a man: have your fun, and leave the woman with the clean up. This big head child is tap dancing on my phalanges and you just get to sleep all you want? Last time you’re getting me drunk on New Years ever, you...you…”
“Phalanges are your fingers, you know that right?” Chris says, eyes still closed.
You jerk with surprise at his response. “Are you sleep-talking?”
Chris opens one eye before closing it again. “You don’t whisper very well. And do you need help insulting me? Cuz I can come up with some zingers.”
You sigh heavily. “No. I wasn’t going to call you any names...that bad. But it is your fault. Your son is taking advantage of my good nature just like his father.”
With Chris’ turn to sigh, he opens his eyes up, pulling the blanket down and resting a hand on your ballooned belly. “We Evans men don’t take what’s not consensually given to us. And are you really blaming me for providing life to our future son on New Years? When I know for a fact, when you sat on my lap during Christmas with your family, and you kept telling me you got me a special box for ‘Chris-mas’? I couldn’t get you home quick enough before I was ready to make you a mother.”
You pinch his nose. “I don’t think I’ll need to remind you again that I am literally the reason our child has life. Please sell your self cheaper.”
Chris chuckles warmly. “You do, babe. Because unfortunately for you, his shoulders are mine.” He leans over to kiss you softly. “As for this kid, lemme have a minute with him…” When he dips his head to your belly, putting an ear to it, you feel a sense of comfort that you’ve been looking for all night.
“I should have known better/Than to let you go alone/It's times like these/I can't make it on my own…”
Chris sings one of his 80s favorites softly to your growing son. You can’t help but laugh at his put on rocker, husky, bravado voice as he continues.
“Wasted days, and sleepless nights!” He sits up pointing to you, giving him a nod of agreement. “An' I can't wait to see you again!”
“Is this love!” You sing out on cue.
“That I’m feeling!” Chris belts out with some fist pumps to keep the beat.
“Is this the love…” You sing sweetly, running your hand along his cheek with the serenade.
“That I’ve been searching for!” Chris crawls, hovering over you and peppering your face with a barrage of kisses, sending you into a giggle fit.
“Oh...ow!” You wince, holding your side. Chris immediately gives you space, but keeps an eye on where your hand lays.
“What is it? Did I pinch you?” he asks.
You shake you head. “I think we just woke up little man. We can’t have a party without him I guess. How about you come out already!” you cover your face with your pillow in despair.
Chris tries to pull it away, but you don’t budge. “The doctor said any day now. But if not, we already have an appointment for inducing.”
You fly the pillow at him that he unfortunately catches with ease. “But I want my body back now! Have you held a human for 41 straight weeks, Chris? I can’t breathe right, I can’t eat what I want but I want to eat all the time. My breasts fit nothing!”
“I know, I hate to see you going through it babe but you’re so beautiful while you’re doing it. You’re awesome and I promise when the baby comes and the doctor goes to smack his butt, I will be the one to say ‘me first!’”
You laugh pitifully. “You would beat our child’s behind for me?”
He lays a hand over his heart. “In the name of his mother, it’s my right.”
You push your foot in his stomach. “Shut up. No one is laying a hand on my baby.” You yelp in pain again, massaging your stomach. “Even if my baby stay laying hands on me! I think he’s sideways or something.”
Chris springs into action. “Hey let’s try that massage from the pregnancy class.” He sits back against the headboard, spreading his legs and tapping the space between them. “Come sit here.”
You roll your eyes. “Chris, I barely feel like moving at all.”
“You won’t have to once you come here. It’s good for the baby and you. Let me help.”
You audibly moan and whine as you crawl on your hands and knees across the bed and over his legs. His hands guide your hips back toward him as you lay back heavily.
You exhale, leaning your head back on his shoulder, letting him pull your (his) sleep shirt up to expose your belly.
“Just remember to take deep breaths, ok?” Chris instructs, taking his hand together at the fingertips over your belly button, bringing them apart, up, then down. You laid against him like a sack of potatoes just huffing and puffing, trying to enjoy the massage.
“How’s that? Better?” Chris says, firmly rubbing his wide hands across your firm belly.
You sigh, pulling your headscarf down from slipping. “I honestly think this would be better as a titty massage. Chris, you’re supposed to have oil, your hands are kind of rough.”
“Oh, dammit. Sorry.” Chris apologizes. He looks around the room but you dismiss his search.
“It doesn’t matter. It is kind of nice just to have you holding me. Go ahead.”
Chris kisses you behind the ear, continuing his massage. “Just empty your mind...”
Your mind almost drifts into a sleep-like state, the soft whir of the ceiling fan creates a soothing lullaby as your husbands fingers skate along your dark swollen belly. Sleep was almost imminent when something kind of pokes you in the back.
“Wait, Chris?”
“Yeah. Something wrong?”
You sit up slightly and guess the issue. “Are you hard right now?”
“Uhhh…” Chris can barely form a sentence. “It was just...I like holding you and...you look so great...and your tits are like…”
“Well I’m glad you enjoy it, nice. So you might as well fuck me.” You crawl over the side of the bed and take off your shirt.
Chris tries to comfort you, feeling he has fucked up. “Aw baby, come on. I didn’t mean to ruin it. I just couldn’t help it.”
You pull down your underwear and kick them to the side. “No, I’m serious. I don’t want that to go to waste, so you’re gonna fuck me cuz I want it and so we can have this baby already.”
Chris stammers. “Wait. So even though we’ve had sex during the pregnancy up til now, this time its supposed to magically induce you?”
You stand in front of him with your hands on your hips looking like a human beach ball with titties. “You’re cute when you’re confused. Look at it this way: you get to bust up in me like you clearly want to and I either cum or this baby comes. Either way, give me your penis now.”
One symptom of pregnancy that never quite fell of was your ability to be ready for sex at the drop of a hat. You would argue over dishes or just being so tired, but no less than a couple minutes away from swinging his dick like a lasso whenever you felt compelled.
Chris looks taken aback but can’t deny his attraction, looking at you in front of him. His eyes travel the length of your body and his hands then follow. He pulls you to him, grabbing your ass to bring you on his lap, You grab a hold of his head as his mouth kisses down your breasts, to our nipples, taking one in between his lips.
“Ow! Wait, I’m kind of sensitive there.”
Chris looks up at you apologetically. “Oh, ok. Do you want me to eat you out or…?”
You take your hand and reach underneath you, pulling up your soaked fingers. “All I need is for you to stick,” you poke your fingers into his mouth, letting him suck them clean, which he does hungrily, “....it in.”
Chris helps you off his lap. “Let’s try having bent over.”
You feel excited getting into position but gradually the weight of your baby takes you out. You go to reach for some pillows, but Chris pulls you back.
“Don’t go running now,” he says seductively.
“No, Chris, timeout. I need something under me, like my back is not loving this.”
“Oh, Christ, ok. Sorry.” Chris awkwardly dives for some pillows, ass all in your face but he helps build a fort under you for support.
“Thank you baby. Ok, I’m ready.” You prop yourself on your elbows as he takes himself in you slowly. You gasp loudly, covering your mouth as you do.
“Oh God, are you ok? Does that hurt?” Chris asks, freezing at your sound.
You shake your head, eating the pillow. “No, I just think I may have came...I know I did.”
“That soon?” Chris says unbelievably.
You nod. “Mhm. My arousal is like...x100 right now so I couldn’t stop it.”
“Do you...want me to keep going?” He asks hesitantly.
“Mhm! Yup, keep going. I got a few more in me, go!” You say, holding on to your pillow tight. Chris places a hand on your lower back as he pulls back, and in again, making you shout sensationally all over again.
“Oh, Chris...Oh! Oh!” You put your head in the pillow as you feel a static heat rush over your body. Your breath is ragged, trying to multitask with maintaining enough oxygen between your whimpers in heat.
As Chris penetrates you deeper, your pillow support collapses, sending you forward uncomfortably.
“Babe, are you alright? I wasn’t trying to be rough,” Chris says, pulling you back to stability.
Your legs are already jelly as you slowly sit on the bed. “I want you to be. I just need the right position.”
“Missionary works for you, right?” Chris offers.
“Not tonight I think. We should just do it sideways.”
“You sure? I thought you almost sprained your leg muscle last time.”
You crawl over to your side of the bed, grabbing your body pillow. “Yeah, well, don’t raise my leg up so high!”
You lay on your side, feeling Chis’ kisses along your thighs, a nibble to your ass cheek until he settles behind you.
“This is how you got me started in the first place,” Chris says, stroking your breasts and planting kisses along your shoulder blade. His beard tickles you, so you reach back behind to retaliate, stroking his member coated with your slickness, gripping his head to rub against your ass.
He grovels against your back. “Ohh, please don’t tease me like that when I have to be gentle with you.”
“Don’t worry, I can take it.”
Chris takes himself from your hand, guiding it in causing your body to jolt. “Are you sure about that?” he asks with a smile. He picks up where he left off, taking his leg between yours to steady widen you a little further for him. You dig into your boy pillow with all your might, cursing him out for being so good. Chris takes his hand to your belly, simulating the massage from earlier.
“You’re so good, take it so good,” he snarls in your ear as he pounds into you. You grab his hand mid-massage, feeling the hurried pace of orgasm washing over you once again.
“Fuck...me...hard…” You gasp, looking back at his tense expression. Through the hardness of his face, you could still tell his admiration of you, your body, the life you all are creating. It all became too much as you kissed him deeply, feeling his energy make your toes curl. He holds your jaw between his fingers while tonguing each other primitively. Chris moans in your mouth as he pushes himself deep inside you once…
“Ah!”
Twice…
“Fuck!”
Three times…
“Ohhhh shit.”
You feel a pressure taken off you that was unlike what you felt before. Your mind became clearer, and your body hasn’t felt so light in months.
“Wow! You really cum hard when you’re pregnant, but I never got you to squirt before.”
You could barely hear him over you catching your breath. “What?”
Chris gets up to get a couple towels. “It’s fine, We’ll change the sheets in the morning.”
You sit up as he folds a towel to put under you. When you scoot over to one side, the amount of liquid the sheets are soaked with make you scream.
“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” You shriek, hyperventilating, as you get up. Chris looks scared, running to your side as you get up to the bathroom.
“Talk to me, but calmly. What’s happening baby?”
Tears are running down your face as you gulp for words. “I don’t know, but I don’t squirt and that’s not squirt, I think my water broke!”
Chris does a combo cough and gasp before smiling. “That’s good! We’re finally having a baby, it worked!”
“Oh God I can’t believe it worked!” You say woefully, rubbing your belly and pacing past Chris around the room.
“Babe, it’s gonna be fine. I’m going to get your bag and call the hospital. This is when contractions happen right?”
“Ohhhh noooo!” You scream, feeling your insides twist that feel like they will end you.
“Sit sit, I’m calling!” Chris sets you on the bed and grabs his phone. Watching him look serious asking for a doctor while stark naked made you want to laugh but contractions took the joy out of you.
When he is off the phone, he kneels in front of you. “Ok, we gotta time them and 5 minutes apart is the magic number. We’re going to be parents babe!”
“I don’t want to yet! This is happening too fast! What if I push him out in the car?”
“I’ll catch him, but honey, this is good. Take some deep breaths.” He inhales, raising his hand, and lowering with an exhale. You follow his rhythm, taking in air and seething with each exhale.
“So you know, this is way worse than New Years. Sex with you has put me in more binds than I can count.”
Chris smirks, patting your leg before heading for the closet. “I certainly can’t wait to tell this story to your parents.”
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It’s………….. (ala Monty python and the flying circus. Say it like that hairy, feral man crawling up to the camera and getting too close and encroaching on my person space and waaaaayyyy overstepping my boundaries, scaring the crap out of a 4 year old me when I was too little to stay up late watching their funny but slightly inappropriate show for my age, but I was waiting for them to sing the “lumberjack” song…,)
….almost Christmas soon… 🎶you better watch out….🎶
Ok, this is not a threat. This is what people say when Santa comes to town, ok? I didn’t write the Christmas song that said, “you better watch out, you better not cry…” or pout or any other crap that adults don’t go for. I don’t know or give a sh*t who did write that song, probably an evil non good doer that was very much into controlling the behavior of people with threats, but regardless of their reasoning THEY and only THEY are the ones who were threatening you, not me.
Here… for clarity’s sake, I will put the music notes next to the words in this post so you know to sing it. Hopefully my supposed “threat” of reminding you that Santa coming to town will be lessened in your minds by the jolly crap of singing the threat as a tune. Because Christmas is a holiday widely celebrated all around the world on December 25 every year by lots of people. I can’t stop time, and make it stop approaching and finally get here. I don’t have that kind of power. So just be aware of “its” comeuppance. Yes, quite literally, it’s coming up. Christmas time…. I don’t threaten people, ok?! I sit in my house all day watching reruns of “Guy’s grocery game” and try to figure out how to make a meal out of some old summer turkey sausage in winter, and some rotten and semi freezer burned kale that’s been sitting in the fridge for too long out of neglect, and the purchase fueled by the feeling of needing to purchase it to begin with to be a good and diligent mom, because now I own the kale so if anyone comes at me for being unhealthy and a bad influence on my kid I can proudly open the fridge and show them that I do indeed, have kale even though it’s rotten, and in the meantime the kale has developed freezer burn on half of it in the fridge! Ok?! Who knew that could even happen?! It’s not a freezer, it’s a fridge! Fine! Fine! I give up! You’re right, I’m a horrible, terrible person for threatening you with the obvious approachment of the f-ing holiday season which is like, duh, come on!
Belushi, John: But noooooo….
Kari: Exactly! Because I’m mean and scary and wanting to kill everyone with holiday cheer!
Belushi, John: My “but noooooo” (say it the way I used to deliver it, it was comedy gold….) was for you.
Kari: Ok, whatever… As I was saying…. (Takes a beat to get back on track) Ok, John, you totally disrupted my speech and screwed up my rant…
Belushi, John: Thank god I did, cause you were totally going south. I mean, you went all the way down south to Dixie then straight down lower past the equator through South America all the way down to the South Pole but where the Sasquatch lives not Santa with your negative energy and attitude.
Kari: it’s a yeti.
Belushi, John: what’s a yeti?!
Kari: it’s a yeti that lives in cold, wintery weather, like the South Pole environment, not the Sasquatch.
Belushi, John: No nut bag, Santa lives in the North Pole…
Kari: Listen numb skull, Santa lives where I say he lives, you got it?!
Carlin: I don’t think that’s how it works….
Moe Howard: Squeeze the cider out of his Adam’s apple!
Carlin: (to Moe) Which one of us are you talking about?
Moe: ohhhhh, wise guy, eh?!
(Moe eye pokes Carlin)
Carlin: wtf was that for?!?
Santa Claus: (chuckling and holding his belly that’s most likely and hopefully a bowl full of jelly) Oh! Ho ho no….
Kari: Anyhoo, the Sasquatch lives in the forest and warmer climates. Also, the Sasquatch is brown. He is also afraid of the cameras, and doesn’t want to be seen, much like me as I age and eat my way through the end of 2021, and he also has the moniker, “Bigfoot”.
Belushi, John: Kari, you are the weirdest chick ever. I don’t give a sh*t about the Sasquatch or the yeti!
Kari: Are you not into cryptozoology?! How can you not be into that?! The chupacabra is a goat sucker! Doesn’t that intrigue you?!
Belushi, John: oh sh*t….
Kari: no, that’s the snowshoe hare. They eat their own feces for nutrients… my son just told me that. It’s our usual type of “pre breakfast” conversation.
Belushi, John: I’m out….
George Carlin: no, wait, this is kind of interesting… what is the real difference between a Sasquatch and a yeti? Because both are giant, unbathed, hairy beasts that live as loners in the woods….
Kari: not unlike the “it’s” guy from Monty python…. and John Belushi….
Belushi, John: oh man… she’s going after my nut balls now….
Kari: do you have those still?
Belushi, John: no. No I don’t now after you just chopped them off…
Carlin: you don’t have them? Cause I do… 🎶Belushi’s chestnuts roasting in an open forum…🎶
Kari: no. I toast, not roast. So cheers to your nut balls, John! Here… you can have them back… they’re lightly toasted.
Belushi, John: crazy f*cking woman…
Carlin: ok, I think we got way off track here. Listen Kari, what I think John is trying to say is what you’re spewing? That’s not Christmas.
Kari: I thought he was out.
Belushi, John: (muttering to himself) I’m gonna kill her, I swear….
Carlin: then she’d be here with us…
Belushi, John: (to Carlin) Good point. (Back to Kari) Look Kari, Christmas is Lollypops, and gumdrops, and other happy sh*t like that. Not what you’re peddling, mrs. Stink sasshole claus….
Kari: Fine! I stink! Im mrs. Stink sasshole Sasquatch Claus!
Belushi, John: I only said Mrs. Stink sasshole Claus….but you are fairly hairy in the above photo…
Kari: Right! I’m hairy, and stinky, and festive! I get you and everyone else, ok?! I’m literally the worst holiday spirited furry, freaky lunatic! And you know what else?! I can’t even cook after dedicating 56,000 hours to the Food Network watching people show me how, ok?! You are right! I’m the worst stinky caca poo crap in the world for being jolly and bright and reminding you peace on earth and good will to men, and only men, and not women, kids or anyone else that identifies themselves differently then men, ok?! Fine! Good will only to men! Not to animals, ok?! Not to elephants or tigers or bears, or….
George Carlin: Um, Kari?
Kari: yeah?!?!?!?!
Carlin: Merry Christmas, you nut ball.
Kari: Thanks. I needed that…
Belushi, John: so do I after this conversation…
Carlin: the Christmas nut-Kraken, has been unleashed….
Scene.
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Mystery March 2021 day 8: Home
I used today as an excuse to write out a little something on how Lewis took possession of the mansion! I hope you guys enjoy!
Lewis wasn’t sure how long he had been in this mansion. If he could focus enough to estimate, probably a few days, if worse came to worse, probably months.
And yet, he still hadn’t cleaned... Lewis turns a corner and takes in the long, dusty corridor. The many rickety doors stared back at him mockingly. The rugs hissed as they crunch under his shoes. The peeling wall paper threatened him with every step that he took.
“Lewis, what are you doing?” Comes a voice to his left, shocking Lewis out of his exhausted stupor and bringing him to look at the wall- more appropriately, the portrait. The woman with fine purple curls- Faust- stares back at him pointedly. “Well?”
“I... I wanted to get out of my room,” he admits, before his eyes wander to the mildew forming beside the portraits golden frame. “But now I remember why I didn’t want to come out.”
“Oh, don’t be like that. I know it seems difficult now, but it’ll become easier. I promise.”
His frown deepens, and Lewis sighs miserably while leaning against the wall across from her. “I know.. I just don’t think I’m ready.”
“Why’s that?”
“I haven’t gotten a hand on my powers. Not yet, ” Lewis admits, chewing on his lip. Faust rolls her eyes, but props her elbows on her frame. Even though she couldn’t poke her head out far enough, Lewis understood the sentiment.
“Lewis, look at me.” He drags his gaze to meet hers. Faust’s eyebrows soften, and she heaves a gentle sigh and leans out a bit more, letting her curls fall out and touch the dirtied ground. “Being dead is tough, trust me, I know. Being in your shoes is also hard, and I can’t imagine how much it’s hurting you to deal with what happened.” The almost condescending tone- something Lewis knew he was imagining - made him flinch, averting his gaze to the painted tree in Faust’s background. He almost regrets sharing all of his backstory with her, and if he knew she would have this tone most days, he would have kept his mouth shut.
“The house is ready to accept you, and so are all the occupants. We will stand behind you every step of the way.”
Lewis grimaces, but nods. There wasn’t a point in fighting her right now. He had a good feeling all of the other portrait ghosts would be on her side too. It only makes sense. Lewis did accept the role as the new owner... he just had to take control, let his power manifest.
Now if only it wasn’t so hard.
Clicking her tongue, Faust straightens up. “Worry not, Lewis. You don’t have to do it this instant, the moon is still out and clearly you aren’t in the right state of mind. Now...”
A distant familiar clacking of metal grew nearer. As two suits of armor step into the entrance of the hall, they cast Lewis a worried look. One that Lewis doesn’t return, instead opting to glare at the stained rug.
Faust continues, “I think it’s time for you to go back to sleep. We will figure your abilities out tomorrow.”
Lewis follows the guards up the steps, and then up another. The wall paper, bricks, and windows full of moonlight blurs together until it accumulates into one door. His door. Leading to the single highest room in the entire mansion.
The guards take their stand on either side of it, nodding to Lewis carefully and not waiting for him to nod back before stilling.
“Thank you, sir Clive, sir Ranveer.” Lewis murmurs, pushing open the door and stepping in.
The room is simple, despite the elegant state one may expect. An old, wooden bed frame, scratchy wool blankets and a silk top sheet. Light pink curtains that flutter in the open window. Lamps on either side of the bed that didn’t actually turn on.
His room, and yet far from it.
Pulling the blankets aside, Lewis crawls into the bed, nestling his face against the pillow and pretending like he couldn’t smell the light stench coming from it.
Tomorrow he will take hold of his power, and he will make this mansion his home.
His home, for him and all the spirits already residing within it.
Lewis’s eyes moisten as he falls into his ‘slumber’. Praying for no nightmares.
“Im going to take the lower path, why don’t you two take the other... don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine! I have Mystery.”
“Dont cling to Lewis too much Ar...”
The moss and slimy green walls reflected like a million eyes. All watching. All staring.
Even as Lewis peered up at his own hand, clutching his torch, knowing what was to happen... he wished more than anything that he could simply turn around.
His stomach drops, his blood runs cold. The sudden halt broke his fall, his spine bent oddly and digging behind his bellybutton.
Cold. Cold. Yet so hot.
Empty. Yet rushing. A river, but still. There was so much light at first, and then it was so dark. Growls, howls, screams of every kind...
Loneliness.
All he wanted... was for them to come back. Save him.
Of all the memories Lewis had to revisit, why did it always have to be this one?
There was still gaps, such as the moment when he hit the spike, and when he forced himself up. How he even did it, Lewis wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t focus on that when the gaping wounds in his chest filled with with and stung from the cold.
His legs still ached from the stillness and the fatigue, and from the exhaustion of being awake despite dying. He wobbled far, tracing his dead fingers along slimy walls and against currents of chittering laughs. Then the constant thought. A mantra. Over and over. Come back for me. Come back, please.
Wake him up from this bad dream.
If only he accepted that it wasn’t going to happen...
He didn’t know where he was going, nor how long he was going to walk, but Lewis didn’t stop until he was face to face with a tall metal gate that shined unlike the eyes in the walls.
The rusted lock doesn’t break, but Lewis pushes through like jelly.
The staircase was a nightmare. Transitioning from cave stone to proper granite the higher he ascended. All while the prickling sensation of being watched crept up his back and urged his weak and heavy body to move faster.
Lewis ‘wakes up’ up with a shallow gasp. Eyes wide, he pants. Slowly turning his head, a layer of sticky sweat clings to Lewis’s face. He wipes it away and peels back the blanket, crawling out of the bed as the lingers of his ‘dream’ fights to hold the forefront of his mind.
His friends... they still haven’t come back for him. The guards would have alerted him if they returned to the cave, and Lewis would have been rushing out the doors if he heard the familiar engine.
They weren’t here. Lewis isn’t sure why he kept expecting them to suddenly show up.
Pushing himself to move, Lewis hops into a float and drifts to the door. Figuring that he may as well show that he has a grasp on some of his new abilities, now he just needed to realize what his main skillset was.
The guards lead him down the flight of stairs, past the library, and the office, and to the largest room in the mansion.
The living room was filled with an air of elegance, even if covered in dust and mildew. Several portraits line the walls beside the mighty fireplace, and leading to it was two long couches and an even longer coffee table. Book cases sat in between the tall windows, and smaller spaces left unused seemed to act as their own mini lounge, with a smaller bookcase, chair, table, and lamp.
Lewis compared it to a community center before, but now it felt like a stage.
More guards file in behind Lewis, with Sir Clive and Ranveer taking their positions behind him. He could feel a heavy, although gentle pat on his back from Ranveer.
After that, the dozen or so smaller, formless and colorless ghosts fly in and take their seats on the cushions.
The fireplace before him seemed to smile at him. With its decorations acting as its wise and considering eyes.
A line of sweat slides down Lewis’s cheek. Now wasn’t the time for stage fright, but his legs lock up in their floating position. He inhaled slowly.
“Psst.”
Glancing over, Lewis catches the soft, affectionate smile on Faust’s face. She tilts her head. “You got this.”
Lewis balls his fists, ”Do I? I really didn’t expect everyone to gather for this...” he admits.
“We know.” The portrait of the priest, Father Zachariah, responds. He gives Lewis a stern look, reminding Lewis to stand straight. “We didn’t want this to be a private affair. If you are really taking over this mansion like you said you would, then we have to right to partake in your awakening.”
“Aw jeez, give the man a break, will ya?” Another portrait, Terri to wrestler reaches out and fists some of Zachariahs robe, glaring at him. “Can’t you see he’s nervous?” He then says, throwing out his hand in a grand gesture toward Lewis, who shrinks back slightly.
Tamaki, the attorney, rolls his eyes dramatically and pinches his brow. “Lewis, I can assure you this isn’t a judgment, quite the contrary. We knew that it would have been hard for you to do this on your own, so we are providing an ample amount of support throughout the activities. Do you understand?”
He nods, unsure how else to respond, although the exhaustion made Lewis want to join the spirits on the couch and take a long nap.
The two portraits of shadows, Haseeb and Ameena, also nod in tandem. “Yes, Lewis. Infact, since you enjoyed music, we wanted to bring out the excitement.... I hope you’re okay with that.”
“Speaking of which,” Faust pipes up, leaning out of her frame and narrowing her eyes at the spirits sat on the couch. “Weren’t you all supposed to grab your instruments? Where are they!”
The colorless ghosts jump and flash past Lewis in one synchronized movement, before rushing back just as quickly. Returning with old violins, cellos, flutes, clarinets, and trumpets. Two more lag behind, with a cymbals, and one final one dragging something heavy. He turns, eyes widening as a singular spirit drags a *piano* from a closet he didn’t remember being there.
”Hold on, I’ll help you.” he says before realizing he was moving, that is until he floats past to the other side of the piano and bracing itself underside. Only for the spirit to send him an anxious look.
Oh.. it’s probably too heavy for them to also lift. Lewis spots the mini orchestra and waves them over. ”We need more hands, come over here and help up.”
Abandoning their instruments, several more spirits rush and brace the other side, allowing the piano to be lifted and carried earlier.
“Yeah you deadbeats! Why do you need his command to get a move on?” Terri calls, anything but cruel however. Deadbeats... that’s an interesting term. Lewis faintly ponders as he sets the piano down, before going to retreat the stool.
At the same time, the living rooms doors open, and the puny skeletal gardener drags in the painter spirit.
“Rye! Thank you for fetching Elora.” Tamaki says.
“Oh eff off,” Rye responds, plopping down on one of the chairs and sinking down. “I was busy trying to save up my energy for tonight’s show. You want there to be flowers, right?”
Flowers?
“Yep, thats why the windows are open. Let’s wait until Lewis is prepared however.”
”N-no need to wait, I’m ready now,” Lewis squeaks out, clearing his throat as he turns and takes in the grumpy strawberry looking gardener.
Rye bobs their skull and spins away from him, “Fantastic.”
She raises her arms, and in a swift motion, glows the same ripe red color as her dress. All at once, the windows are swarmed with vines. Green foliage spilling in, connecting across the ceiling, draping and tangling amongst the curtains, and wrapping around the stone busts on the bookcases. It happened so fast that Lewis couldn’t react. Instead he gaps up at the magnificent display, watching as floral arrangements burst, forming meticulously designed patterns along the entire room.
When he finally tears his gaze away from the display, Lewis is met with calm, expectant smiles.
“Ready whenever you are, bucko.” Rye pats his arm and reclaims her seat, leaving him in the center of his imaginary stage.
Now, his anchor beats twice as fast, almost overwhelmed by all of the effort, all the eyes sim directly at him.
Pressing his finger tips together, Lewis wets his lips. Several heads tilt as they wait.
Clearing his throat, Lewis lowers his head,”... I’m sorry. What am I supposed to do first?”
Faust gasps lightly, the first to realize their crucial mistake. Ignoring Terri’s chiding, she clears her throat.
“Of course, Lewis, the first thing we need you to do, is concentrate on your internal thoughts. As you do, try to figure out which emotion or feeling is more prominent.”
A single note plays from the deadbeat sat at the piano, followed by the violin, and a growing hum from the others who hadn’t begun to playing. Lewis’s heart skips a beat, and he bites his lip as he closes his eyes. The piano continues, the notes floating through his mind and striking chords that were far from forgotten.
A new set of voices fill in the emptiness between notes, running alone side the piano and dancing along with the violin. A flute begins, and Lewis sharply inhales.
He loves music, he always has, it always made him want to dance. Grab the first person in arms length and pull them close, whether it be the waltz or a swing, it filled him with warm laughs that always spread across his face in a smile. A familiar tingle fills his arms, and Lewis is sure that he can feel Vivi in front of him, swaying as they listened to the music. The warmth grows as she fills his minds eye. Her soft scarf tangled in between them, how her skirt swirled and swished as she spun and dance, leaving him warm in the face and his chest full of bubbling warmth.
Warmth. He felt warm.
That certain warmth fills his hands, tingling at his finger tips and running along his scalp.
The room smelt faintly of decay and staleness, but a memory envelopes him, and Lewis is in his families kitchen. Dancing in place and singing at the top of his lungs with his sisters twirling around him. Cinnamon, garlic, sugars and herb fills his nostrils. The lavender and sweet floral in the air elevating the smells of their garden which he pranced through many times during the warm summer nights. The bonfires, the flare of heat from the oven, the thick humidity in a late evening as Lewis arm wrestles with his much scrawnier friend.
The warm spreads up his elbow and all along his back. Before Lewis knew it, the singing, the music grew loud, amplifying as more instruments add to the mix, and as his own voice joins them. A crash of the cymbals becomes the splash of the beach, and the laughter chittering along with it.
His heart races, and the warmth becomes hot and exhilarating as he recalls the endless nights of fondness. Of redness in his cheeks from drinking alongside his friends, on his tongue as he taste tests his fathers latest recipe, and the swell of pride upon seeing Cayennes first ballet recital.
Pride, love, happiness.
Spastic notes become fireworks. Blasting, rocketing, exploding across the night sky. It becomes the crash and crackle of buildings as he and his friends rush from burning buildings, away from spirits whose voice booms too loud. The warmth spreads to his legs, in the ache of running, carrying his friends over his shoulders in a desperate need to escape. As his heart burns in the terror of thinking they were hurt. In wanting to slam his fist into the fiends face for daring to threaten his loved ones.
The guards dance with him, metal clacking and sparking. Lights spot the area as Lewis shoots out his arms and pulls one in against his chest to spin in tandem, before releasing them in a dramatic flourish.
Anger, fear, the need to protect.
His friends, his family.
The loves of his life-
Lewis opens his eyes, and the passion fueling his movements die in an instant.
His hand glows, his arm flaring. A line of fire burns away from him, pink and flaming and just as excited as he was. Gasping, Lewis tears himself away, slipping and hitting the ground. The music screeches to a halt all at once. Everyone freezing.
“Lewis, are you okay?” Faust calls out, gripping her frame as if she were going to rip herself out of it. Concern warping her face, along with the other portraits, the ghosts, everyone.
“You were doing good!” Terri says, “don’t tell me you got cold feet!”
Tamaki nods in agreement, “it’s truly delightful to see you smile for once. I was worried we would never see it.”
Shoulders tense, Lewis’s eyebrows furrow.
That... was him?
Baffled, Lewis holds his hand in front of him, and sure enough his palm was glowing. He tenses the muscles, and he jumps as a small flame puffs out at him.
”I- wait, seriously? I did it?”
“Yes, you did. Marvelous work, Lewis.” Zachariah hums approvingly. The warmth- embarrassment and concern- floods his chest, before Lewis is smothered by smiling deadbeats swarming him in a hug. Curling around him and nuzzling their formless heads against his.
His legs twitch as Lewis rises, floating naturally instead of jumping this time, and becoming upright.
Everyone is smiling at him, faces warm and bright with delight. Warm with the same sentiment, that it was time to make this his home...
He knew it, they knew it, that had to be the entire point of everyone gathering. Not to help him, but to watch him accept them as his new family... leaving his old.
Leaving his family, and his friends...
Faust is the first to speak, eyes crinkling. “Are you ready?”
What about Vivi? Arthur? How is he going to be there for his sisters? How can he keep his friends safe if he can’t be there for them. He can’t abandon them. Because they won’t abandon him. They wouldn’t. They’re coming back for him.
”No. I’m not.”
The disappoint was clear by the stilted air. But no one argued with him. The deadbeats had sunk, their instruments hitting the ground in shock, before being lifted up and taken back to their proper places. The vines retreat and retract, and quietly, the spirits all left the living space. Even the first place seemed to grow cold, if that was even possible.
Lewis didn’t say anything to the portraits when he left the room and raced upstairs to his tower of solitude. The same thought racing through his head again and again.
They’re coming. They will.
Soon. Soon...
Soon...?
Feeling trapped and terribly homesick, Lewis crawls under his blankets. His eyes sting from moisture that shouldn’t accumulate in the sockets, but he wipes them away anyway. Pulling the blanket over his head, Lewis curls into a ball.
Why did it hurt so much reject them? Why did it hurt so much to hold off for so long?
What was he expecting? For Arthur and Vivi to pull up in their bright Orange van and pull him out of the bed, pull him into an embrace, and into the van. Whisk him away so he can embrace his mami and papi, kiss his sisters and tell them how much he missed them.
Why was he even holding out hope? They arent coming back! Why would they...
Arthur killed him... Lewis’s arms shake and he grips the blankets. Arthur shoved him off that fucking cliff with a smile on his face. He should be grateful for anyone to accept him into their family.
He wanted to slam his fist into his gut, to direct the pain from his aching chest. Lewis wanted his eyes to stop stinging.
But he couldn’t. Home was where they were, and he has been thrown away.
Lewis fell into a half sleep, living through the same memory of his death again and again. Watching as his nightmare loops with his life being torn from his grasp with a single push.
That one moment of inaction, the one second of trust. And now?
Lewis is dead.
The memory looped for a fifth time, with Lewis desperately searching for an escape from the grip of reality, when the universe finally gives him one.
An engine. It’s not loud, and it rattles lightly. Lewis pops awake, disoriented from the jarring switch from the cave to his bed, but he disregards it.
Tearing the blankets, an adrenaline thrashes through him. Warmth, heat, rocketing through him. It burns his soles as the impossible dangles right in front of him.
It can’t be, is it really them?
Are they here for him?
Lewis’s anchor skips a beat as he almost falls down the first set of steps. Before he hits the steps face first, his body vanishes in a burst of flame and reappears with a running start at the bottom. The halls wake up with the pound of his feet and his heart, and Lewis forgets that others lived on this decrepit mansion as he races to the main stairway, leading to the front door.
He expects specks of blue, yellow, and white to meet him there. For smiles to spread across their face as they run to swallow him in a hug.
Lewis freezes. Heart going still. Heat draining as he takes it in...
There’s four people, who he hardly recognizes, except for the role they were trying to play as they whisper amongst themselves.
”This place wasn’t here a few days ago.” “do you think it’s a trap?” “Do you think anyone’s here?”
Paranormal investigators...
They start to wander, poking at the busts and pushing open doors, unaware of Lewis staring at them.
It’s not them, his friends aren’t coming.
Now strangers are in ... in this mansion, disturbing the people who have been nothing but kind to Lewis.
The need to protect returns, strong and lashing as his fists ball up, tears stinging his eyes.
Teeth grinding, heat pools into his hands, and fire spits out like sparks of electricity. Finally grabbing the investigators attention as he stomps on the first step. The fire crackles, leaving a singed footprint in its place, but Lewis doesn’t care. Focusing on the bug eyed look of the four intruders who back away in mounting terror as the flames rise.
Breath coming out in hisses, Lewis growls. ”Get out.”
It was enough to send the four scrambling for the door, the engine roaring again as they undoubtedly piled in. Just in time for the suits of armor to clamber behind him, looking around in shock until they see him.
The furious gaze didn’t die upon seeing them. No. Except Lewis turns away from them and floats to the bottom step, theres a strain on his body that extinguishes the fire in his hands, but that didn’t matter.
Lewis rounds the corner, leaving a trail of smoking fire pits in his wake.
Until he’s stood in front of the fireplace, the hearth that he was instructed to simply light it to accept his place as the homes new owner and protector.
His first family protected him, but his loved ones ended his life. Now it’s his turn to ensure the safety of the only family he may have left.
Lewis’s arm wavers as he lifts it up, a ball of fire burning his palm and spitting in every which direction as he glares at the fireplace, whose glass doors open wide.
The flame shoots out, and upon making contact with the bricks and wood, the entire mansion lights up in a magical blast. Transforming peeling wallpaper to freshly striped, strewing chandeliers in every room it could fit, burning away the rot and leaving the floors warm and spotless.
Everything around him changed in an instant, but Lewis doesn’t see it.
His anchor hits the ground with a soft clink, hot to the touch and wet with tears.
#lewis pepper#msa#mystery skulls animated#mystery march 2021#eage fanfic#does any of this makes sense? beats me#I’m lowkey out of spoons lolll#Portrait ghosts#ocs
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⠀⠀⠀ “PROLOGUE”
© sakusadist, 2021, DO NOT copy or repost
selene set her phone down on the bathroom sink, rubbing her face (hands washed ofc). this is really happening, huh? she thought. walking out of the bathroom, she cleared her throat which was previously worn out from crying. selene, with her test in hand, sat on the couch, waiting and waiting and waiting for haru to come home from work. the time was 8:28PM and she had nearly fallen asleep until she heard the quiet unlocking of the front door. selene sat up and saw her boyfriend walk in, paper grocery bags in hand. “little help here?” he chuckled, seeing her focused gaze.
he snapped in front of her face to get her attention and she shuddered, nodding harshly. “yeah, of course.”
he rolled his eyes at her in a teasing way. she was always a little dazed. he found it cute.
he then looked down at the coffee table, seeing a little rectangle box wrapped in pink wrapping paper. “what’s this?” he reached to pick it up but she got to it faster. haru looked up at his beloved girlfriend and frowned. “hey? what is it?”
“it’s nothing!” selene pressed her lips together. “okay fine it’s a pregnancy test.” haru’s eyes widened to the size of an american quarter and he smiled softly.
“are you pregnant?” she nodded and he set down the groceries, pulling her into a hug, stroking her long black hair.
“what are we going to do, haru? aren’t we too young to start a family?” she sobbed into his shoulder and he patted her back.
“well, we can talk about that after i make dinner. is that good with you?” selene sniffled and mumbled a quiet ‘yes’. haru grinned and ruffled her hair. selene sat down at their small dinner table. soon they would have to add another chair. “okay. how about..i make your favorite dish?” he made jazz hands, waiting for her reaction—at least a smile.
selene looked up at him and tears filled her eyes again. the smaller man rushed over to her, pulling her into his embrace. “no no no, don’t cry. you’re okay, baby.”
haru helped her stand up, leading her over to the couch. “i’m scared, haru.” she curled up into a ball, feeling comfort in the way his arms were wrapped around her. he was her home.
“i know, i know.” he caressed her hair, kissing the crown of her head. the young couple sat still for a while, holding each other. selene stopped crying but only because haru started.
“no, you can’t start crying too! that’s my thing!” she huffed, wiping his tears.
the boy suddenly started laughing, which shocked selene. “and laughing is my thing.” she giggled and kissed the tip of his nose.
selene pressed down on her thighs and finally stood up. reaching for his hand, she sighed. “okay, let’s do this.”
haru took the girl’s hand and stood up with her. “what? make dinner?” she punched his shoulder and he feigned hurt.
“you know what i meant.” the girl rolled her eyes and yanked him towards the kitchen where they spent the next 45 minutes fixing a meal.
*six months later*
“i don’t know, tora. he’s just been pretty distant lately.” selene rested her hand on her stomach, where her bump had grown even larger.
“do you think he could be planning something? that’s why he’s been extra busy?”
“i guess? there isn’t much that kindergartners do so i don’t think he’s too busy with work.” her best friend snorted, finding her retort kinda hilarious.
“oh, well i have to go, selene. kou just texted me, asking where his phone was. ttyl!”
“yeah, thanks! bye.” she hung up, sighing heavily. selene looked down at her bump. “you’re a real pain, y’know.” she poked at it like it was some kind of jelly.
the front door of their apartment opened harshly, and selene flinched. their apartment doors were always so loud. we should probably get that fixed, she reminded herself. there stood her boyfriend, arms full of bags of candy. halloween was always his favorite holiday. selene smiled at the dorky boy who was still struggling to reach the marble island.
“i’ll get it.” she spoke, arms stretched out to reach for a bag. haru turned away from her, trying to keep her from doing any heavy lifting. “hey! let me help you!” haru thought she looked like an angry penguin when she stomped towards him.
“no! the doctor said you can’t do any heavy lifting until after you give birth!” he had set the bags on the island and selene looked at him like he was prey. her hands gripped onto the counter; she was ready to lunge at him. haru’s face as she chased him was priceless. it was a weird mixture of worry, fear, and joy. “oh shit!” he exclaimed, losing his balance as he tripped over one of the shoes she threw at him.
“i don’t care what the doctor said. i’m helping. besides, from the looks of it, the candy can’t be THAT heavy.” she tried reasoning, but when she lifted the variety bag, it tore open and spilled all over the kitchen floor. “well i guess it can, huh?”
haru, with a hand on his hip, gave selene an ‘i told you so’ look.
“you look a lot like your mother right now.” selene pointed out, painfully bending over to pick up a hershey bar that fell seconds ago.
“now that’s just sad. and wrong. she’s all old and wrinkly now.”
selene’s face went 😟 as she saw the small figure behind her boyfriend. with a mouth full of chocolate, she spoke, “babe you should shut up right about now.”
“no! i still have more to say.” selene glared him down, nearly making the poor man pee his pants. like his mother once said, if you value your life, never make a pregnant woman mad.
“who’s old and wrinkly, haruto?” his face suddenly lost all color as he heard the familiar, sickly, sweet voice from behind him. “and do tell me what else you had to say. we’ll be around for dinner so you have time.”
“oh it’s nothing.” the boy rubbed the back of his nape, a scare smile painting his face.
“right, mhm.” haru’s parents practically adopted selene after they started dating since hers were absent for most of her life. for people who are supposed to be parents, they sure stopped caring about selene after the wife finally got pregnant. “selene, darling, how are you? is the baby healthy? how many months along are you?” the aforementioned girl blinked harshly, trying to process what she asked.
“um, i’m good, so is the baby. and as of three weeks ago, i’m six months.” haru’s mom walked up to her, tucking her hair being her ears.
“poor girl. you must be in so much pain. plus, my little dweeb of a son must be making it worse.”
“oh, so much.” selene exaggerated, watching as haru frowned. he knew she was joking, but it still hurt him. he could be doing so much more for his girlfriend, but no. he’s been spending so much time trying to plan the perfect day to propose to her that he didn’t take the time to understand how she must’ve been feeling. horrible and lonely, he would’ve guessed.
“anyway, are you guys ready to go? i think it’s almost an hour until the reservation is actually valid.”
“i am, but i don’t know about haru.”
haru feigned an offended look, his hand pressed against his chest. “are you kidding me? i went to the grocery store in this suit.”
“well, haruto, don’t you know that that can cause creases and wrinkles?” his father asked, checking his watch.
her boyfriend shrugged, running his hands through his hair. “i do, but i just wanted to be extra prepared.”
“now that that’s settled, why don’t we head out?” selene offered, haru handing her her shoulder purse.
they all agreed, following after selene while haru locked up.
*45 minutes later*
as the clock hit 6:47, the group pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot, exiting the car. they were seated at a small round table, with a waitress named harlowe.
minutes passed by, they ordered, they ate, and then they left. it was now 8PM and fatigue was starting to take over selene. they waited by the entrance for their car to be driven back to them. while waiting, haru’s anxiety was kicking in. right now. do it. right. now. haru kneeled down and selene raised a brow. “are you tricking me again?”
haru shushed the girl and looked down, rethinking his words. “selene, i’ve known you for six years now and i think this has been long overdue. i’ve known you were the one for me since the moment you walked into the gym, bumping into the door, announcing your role as a new manager. and i’ve loved you ever since.” people were starting to crowd around the couple and normally, selene would’ve been scared out of her mind, but now she didn’t care because she was finally having her main character moment. “now here’s the scary part,” her boyfriend whispered. “miyasaki selene, will you be the roxanne to my max? my forever and always? will you marry me?” selene giggled at his “a goofy movie” reference and eagerly nodded, grinning like a child at disney world.
haru smiled with her, pulling her into a bear hug. he wiped her tears that were unbeknownst to her and declared his love to her as he slipped the peridot ring on her finger. “you remembered?”
“i remembered.” back when they were in high school, selene begged him that when, not if, they got engaged, he would give her a peridot ring instead of a diamond ring. she always believed that worth was subjective and haru knew how much she loved her birthstone, so he got the ring custom made.
“you’re perfect.” she exclaimed, basking in the attention they were receiving from the bystanders.
*three months later*
“haru, you asshole! if you don’t show up within the next 10 minutes, i’m divorcing you.”
“don’t worry, babe. i’m right around the corner!”
“don’t ‘babe’ me, just show up!” she violently screamed into her phone. the bloodlust was practically oozing out of her and if her fiancé didn’t walk faster than 2mph, she would make sure that he would never see the child that she was on the verge of giving birth to.
the door slammed open, and there stood her fiancé. it felt like déjà vù but selene was NOT in the mood. she just wanted the pain of being in labor to end.
after around 27 minutes of pushing, screaming, and selene cursing her fiancé in her head, the baby popped out of her. “it’s a boy!” the overly cheerful doctor exclaimed.
“well no shit, we saw in the ultrasound.” selene retorted, finally able to breathe again.
“i apologize for her.” haru smiled at the doctor who looked like she was about to start crying. as soon as they cut the umbilical cord and did whatever they do to newborns, they gave selene her baby, afraid she was going to snap at them again.
selene and her boys slept on that very hospital bed for the night, relieved. her baby was healthy and the love of her life was there to see. he was definitely happy that selene wouldn’t divorce him. they weren’t even married yet!
*two months later*
“bye, haru!”
selene kissed him on the cheek and haru kissed her and hikaru back. “bye, selene! bye, hikaru!” he waved and closed the door, going off to the school.
“why don’t we go on a walk to the park? well, i’ll be walking and hauling your cute little ass around, but it’ll be fun!” she claimed, clapping her hands together.
selene gathered all of hikaru’s baby food, diapers, clothing etc. and put it in the baby bag in his fancy, new stroller that his grandparents bought him. changing into some leggings and a graphic tee, selene and hikaru left the apartment, and went off to the park.
it was half way into their walk that selene received a call from an unknown number. “hello?”
“hi, we are here to inform you that your fiancé has been involved in a car accident, caused by a drunk driver.” selene covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall. seeing his mother cry, hikaru started wailing loudly. “ma’am? are you there?”
the, now, widowed mother regained her composure. “may i ask which hospital he’s at?”
“highland hospital, miss.”
“thank you, have a nice day.” selene placed her phone back in her pocket and sprinted in the direction of her car.
[at the hospital]
selene, holding hikaru on her hip, paced back and forth around the room, waiting for news.
suddenly the door opened, revealing the man’s parents. their eyes watered at the sight and his mother ran over to embrace the poor girl. his father took a seat at the bench and sobbed quietly into his hands.
haru’s right arm and leg were severely broken and he would’ve definitely been required to have surgery. across his face and shoulder were extremely long wounds that were still bleeding. he didn’t look like your fiancé anymore.
hikaru was still confused about what was going on, for he was looking around the room, watery eyed, for his father. he couldn’t recognize the man on the bed, which added to the sadness.
within a fraction of a second, the machine that was taking and recording his vitals started beeping and doctors started rushing in, pushing everyone else out. now, there she was. sitting outside of the icu room, she hugged hikaru tightly and prayed to whichever god was present to save her fiancé. she couldn’t lose him. not yet.
but death is natural. and although it takes some too early or too late, for the right or wrong reasons, it’s still natural and destined to happen some day.
and that’s when she received the news. “miss, we’re sorry to inform you that the patient has unfortunately passed away. we give our condolences.” suddenly, every single noise in the hospital drowned out and everything went black.
“hey! we need a doctor over here. my daughter-in-law has collapsed!” was the last thing she heard before losing consciousness.
*a day later*
the light was blinding and coming back way too fast for selene’s liking. she searched the room for her family. not even hikaru was present. only the doctor. “w-what happened?”
“oh, good. you’re awake. apparently, you went into shock and collapsed in the middle of the hallway after hearing the news of your fiancé dying.” she was suddenly reminded of the news as her eyes glossed over. she let out a small ‘oh’ at the thought and cleared her throat. another doctor burst in and yanked the man aside.
“gee, aaron, who kicked your dog today?”
“aaron?” selene looked at the man again and looked for any familiar features.
“that’s dr. aaron to you.” she fiddled with the blanket which was uncomfortably thin. the female doctor ordered him to leave the room and sat by her side.
“sorry about him. he’s not good at interacting with anything but his body pillow of ariana grande.” selene grimaced at the thought and she laughed.
“it's fine. everyone has their flaws, i guess. do you happen to know where my son is?”
“oh, hikaru? what an adorable little boy. he’s in the waiting room with his grandparents.” she caressed selene’s arm. “my name is zoey, in case you were wondering.”
“thank you, zoey—i-sorry, dr. zoey.” zoey shook her head and laughed.
“don’t worry, i’m not like that uptight little shit named aaron. you can just call me zoey.” she beamed at selene, showing her gummy smile. she was about to leave, but quickly turned around and snapped and pointed at her. “right! i came in here to tell you that you’re okay to be discharged right about now.”
“thank you, again, zoey. you’ve been a great help!” she nodded as a ‘thanks’ and left the room. selene went back to fiddling with her blanket. he can’t really be gone, can he? i mean, it all happened so fast.
it took her a while to finally come to terms with the harsh truth that her fiancé was dead and she would never see him again. the next couple months would be the hardest, despite what she thought.
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A/N: ngl, i kinda sobbed when i wrote this. and OMG :0 this chapter is 2,578 words long- that’s like the longest thing i’ve ever written without any guidance or prompt. so congrats to me! and i promise that this is the longest the actual word by word text will be in this fic. i’m too tired to write any more stuff so 👍
#haikyuu smau masterlist#hq sakusa#sakusa smau#hq x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa x reader#pure angst#pls cry with me#i hate myself#haikyuu smau
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The Bribe
Chapter 10 - Together - Adam & Ellie.
A/N: Once again thanks for brainstorming ideas lovely @aussieez you are a star! I’m thinking of finishing this series soon, when I finally published it a few months ago after it being sat on my laptop for almost 10 months I didn’t think anyone would read it let alone actually enjoy it! So thank you for sticking with this A&E series I always love your lovely comments they make my day! This chapter is from both F!MC & M!MC POV. I’m so nervous about this chapter you’ll ever love it or hate it! ATM I am typing with only 8 fingers so I’m hoping I removed the mistakes!🤦♀️ I hope you like it! 😘
If you like it let me know or if you don’t still tell me why I won’t be offended!
I am only tagging those who have asked to be tagged in this series from now on as I don’t want to annoying people with tags. So Let me know if you would like to be tagged and if I missed anyone sorry just let me know!
Find previous chapters HERE under Together - Adam & Ellie.
Song: Alicia Keys - In Common The chorus in this reminds me of A&E’s blackmailing ways.
Word count: 2234
WARNINGS: ⚠️ Fluffy fluff, Angst & adult language.
Pairings: Adam x Ellie.
Enjoy!
F!MC POV
He hangs up the phone before putting the phone to his ear again, I jump down off the counter "Adam, what is it?"
He turns away from me "Nan, I just got your message"
"Adam?"
"One minute beautiful" he mouths to me.
"WHAT! You have got to be joking! I don't think so. I'll ask her hang on, Ellie have the police called you?"
I pull out my phone "I forgot to take it off silent, I have a missed call"
"Call them back and ask for an update on your case. Nan I've got to go. Will do bye"
I redial the number that called me "Hi, It's Ellie Barlow. I had a missed call from you. OK, thank you....Oh, so you've dropped the charges against her altogether?" Adam's face turns to stormy, I feel like my legs turn to jelly"Right, OK, well, thanks for letting me know" I hang up, my mind is trying to process what just happened, I don't hear Adam until he grasps my shoulders.
"Ellie? What do you mean dropped the charges?"
"Adam, they dropped the charges against her due to not enough evidence, some story she's given them about me being jealous because she's your ex, she....she even has an alibi saying she was nowhere near your office" my chest becomes tight "Adam, I can't breathe!"
"Hey Ellie let's sit down and take some deep breaths OK. Come on," He walks me over to the kitchen table "Now deep breaths in 1...2...3...4 and out 1...2...3...4" we repeat this until I've calmed down.
"What do I do now? They made me feel like I was lying!"
He lifts my chin to look up at him "Hey, we will sort this when we get home, I promise you. For now there isn't anything we can do so let's just enjoy our time away forget about it"
I smile softly "You're right, Do you think your parents will mind if we stay one more day I don't want to go back yet. I know you have work..."
He pulls me towards his chest "Hey! I'm call Rob explain he won't mind. If you need another day then that's what you will get. Plus I think mum will be over the moon we're staying an extra day" I hear him chuckle.
~*~*~*~
"Ellie, Wakey-wakey!"
I stir "Hmm?"
"There's my beautiful wife, come on we're going to bed late," I look at him confused "While you've been snoring me, Mum and Dad came up with something to do today. Something you said you've wanted to do in the past"
"What? Go back to sleep a little while longer?!" I put the duvet over my head blocking out the light.
I feel his knees sink into the mattress either side of me "Hey Come on, get up" he pulls the duvet away.
I look up at him hovering over me "Can't we just spend the day in bed?"
He leans in to kiss my cheek "As much as I would love that, no, not today. Now get up lazy bones before I make you?"
Before I can ask what he means he starts tickling me, "Ahhh!" I shriek "OK, OK I'll get up"
"Thought you might" he smirks.
~*~*~*~
"ARCHERY? We are doing archery? Is it safe to do?"
"Hey, do you really think I would let my pregnant wife do something that wasn't safe?"
"I suppose not" I roll my eyes.
"Its safe as long as you don't step in front the fired arrows"
I snort "Well, duh. But I say let's make this interesting"
He raises his brows "How?"
"The loser is at mercy to the winner?"
"OK, if I win I want you to wear nothing to bed tonight"
I chuckle "Shh! Your patents will hear!"
He looks over at them "Their busy talking to the instructor. Chosen your prize?"
I pretend to think for a minute "Yours is just obvious, but mine will be you have to say yes to anything I ask you to do today!"
His smile drops "What?!"
I wink "What? You wish you had thought of that? Or are you scared"
"Nope! Bring it on beautiful!"
We are on our second rounds Adam has 7 points I got 9 and just scored another 10 "I thought you said you haven't done this before Ellie?"
He takes his second go and scores an 8 "I haven't! I've only done it on the Wii sports!"
He laughs, "You're telling me that I am losing to someone who learned to play on a computer game?!"
"Well you can give up now"
"Not over until it's over baby"
I take my turn and score a 10 "There isn't any point of taking my last go. I've lost!"
"Aww, come on Adam you might win" I laugh. He takes his go and hits a 10 "Well done! Mister"
His arms wrap around me "Looks like I'm your Yes man for the day. What's your first request?"
"Hmm, let me think....kiss me?"
He doesn't answer instead his lips crash to mine "If your request are like this I'm going to have as much fun as you"
"Hey you two have you finished?" Al calls over.
Adam pulls his lips away from mine, his gaze still on mine giving me butterflies "Yes, Dad, we are done"
"Who won?" Nina calls over as they make their way over to us.
I turn in their direction "I did!"
"Yes, well done Ellie! I won too!" Nina hand slaps against mine as we high five.
"We have a cocktail making at home Ellie I found some alcohol free cocktail recipes for you," she pulls me along with her towards the car.
~*~*~*~
"Ellie, I am not drinking that!" he pushes the glass back towards me.
"Oh, come on I made it especially for you. and I'm asking you to. You have to say yes"
"But it looks like vomit! What is it?"
I push it back towards him "It raspberry mojito. The floaty bits in there are raspberries I crushed as we didn't have raspberry puree. Now drink"
He rolls his eyes "Fine" he takes a sip "It's not to bad actually"
"Told you! Now let me make you a blue lagoon!"
"Be careful Adam it looks like she's trying to get you drunk to have her wicked way with you" Nina is very tipsy.
"Nina!!" Al laughs.
"Hate to tell you but she doesn't need to get me drunk for that!" he winks at me.
"Adam!!" I blush, I end up making a jug for the 3 of them then another.
Nina is giggling to herself "What's so funny mum?"
"In the toilet I noticed something stick your tongue out" Al and Adam pokes their tongues out she laughs harder.
I'm so confused "What's so funny Nina?"
"Our tongues are blue. We look like we've given a Smurf a blowjob!" She howls, I snort with laughter.
"OK Nina, I think it's time we got you to bed!" Al starts lifting her up from her seat.
"Ooo Al are you taking me to bed?" she says with a flirty tone.
"Mum!"
"Oh come on Adam like you two haven't been at it like rabbits since you got here" Nina giggles.
"Nina, lets get you to bed" Al leads her towards the stairs. "Night guys" Al calls over his shoulders as he's ushering Nina up the stairs.
"Your mum is hilarious when she's drunk" I wrap my arms around his neck as he's sat on the bar stool.
"It's funny when it isn't your parents! But she is right about being at it like rabbits" he picks me up and pulls me onto his lap wrapping my legs around him.
I feel his beard tickles my neck followed by his lip "Not here Adam"
"They won't be back down"
"Take me to bed"
He sighs pulling away to look at me "Yes beautiful"
~*~*~*~
M!MC POV
"Rob I'm just going to grab some lunch I'll see you in an hour"
"OK, mate" He calls back from the office. As I walk pass Bridezillas I spot it (I wonder if you can see it from the office?) I walk back to the office and you can still see it but just about!
I make my way back over to Bridezillas "Adam, Ellie isn't here today she's meeting with a supplier"
"Yeah, I know. Jess that CCTV on the corner is that Bridezillas?"
"Oh, what the one at the front of the alley? Yeah Ellie had them putting a few weeks after she moved in there one covering the entrance and there is another down the alley"
"Can I take a look at the footage?"
"Yeah of course" she does something on the laptop then hands it to me.
I take it to Ellie's office, I look through the video clips until I find the day it happened.
12.50 PM
I watch Laura walk through the door of the office in the top left corner.
1.03 PM
I see Ellie do the same.
1.08 PM
Laura leaves in a rush.
1.10 PM
Rob walks into the office.
1.19 PM
I watch myself arrive.
1.22 PM
The ambulance arrive.
"GOTCHA!" I send the clip to my email and save a copy onto the USB I have on my keys before closing down the program and handling the laptop back to Jess. "Quick question, have the police been in touch to look at the CCTV?"
"Erm..no they haven't, but to be honest its for the flat entrance not the shop so we kinda forget it's there"
"OK, thanks" I leave the shop and send a text.
[Meet me at the cafe in 10 minutes!]
I sit out the front of the cafe waiting with a coffee, I don't know what I spot first her pixie cut or the smell of her cheap perfume. "Adam, I was surprised to hear from you, have you've realized what a liar your wife is!" My blood boils (Keep calm) "You didn't get me a coffee?"
"I'll warn you once do not talk about my wife like that! Why would I get you a coffee?"
"OK, I see she still has her crawls firmly in you. What is it you want?" she hiss hurt.
"You to leave Manchester for good"
She cackles "Why would I want to do that?"
"Because if you don't, not only will you go down and you'll drag your mum with you. How do you think a 65 year old woman will survive in prison?" she looks at me confused "Giving a false alibi is a criminal offence"
"Still trying to pin Ellie's fall on me? Guess what! I wasn't there when it happened"
"But you had an appointment at five to one?"
"I did, but I was late by the time I got there, there was an ambulance there"
"I have proof to prove otherwise" I load up the CCTV footage as it's playing her face goes pale.
"Where did you get that?"
"My pregnant wife forgot about the CCTV she had installed. I guess she didn't realize it covers my office door"
Her face turns to fury "Why haven't you taken it to the police?"
"Well, we tried to do it the right way, and they let you go. Plus, if I take it to the police you'll get anything from 3 to 7 years but I want you out of our lives for good"
"So I'm suppose to up and leave because you say so?"
"No, but if you don't this goes to the police. Both you and your mum will go down"
"Then I'll tell them about this conversation and how you tried to blackmail me to leave"
I laugh, "I have no idea what she's talking about officer, I simply brought her to the cafe to ask her to say away from me and my wife, I knew nothing about the CCTV footage until my wife sent it me via email asking if it were enough evidence to prove she had attacked her. You see the thing about the police once you lie they don't trust a word you say after that"
"How can I trust you won't go to the police even if I do leave?"
"You don't! You just have to believe the fact I want you out of our lives forever is motive enough not to"
"But what if I need to come back for a family emergency?"
"Not my problem, but if you do step foot back here for any reason this goes straight to the police"
"Fine, I'll be gone by the end of the week" she hisses.
"No! Tonight!"
"But I can't just up and leave. Not with just a few hours notice"
"I couldn't care less. Tonight or tomorrow you'll get taken away in cuffs" I stand to leave, I bend down and lean in close enough so only she can hear "Your choice!" I hear my phone as I leave.
*1 New Message from Beautiful*
[Hey can you meet me at the house? x]
[Hi, yep see you in a few. Hope everything is ok? xx]
I head home once inside I see Ellie on the sofa "Hey beautiful, What's up?"
She looks up at me with a blank stare "I saw you," she doesn't look at me, her words are almost a whisper.
"Saw me?"
She huffs "I saw you with her outside the cafe. Why were you with her?"
"It's not what it looks like I promise. I wanted to keep you out of this, but we promised no secrets. Ellie I've sorted it she won't be bothering us anymore"
"What? How?"
Continue reading this story here - Chapter 11
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