#i've been on a decline ever since i realized that and i've tried figuring out what it is but i think it's unfixable because it's just me

[g3tosugu]

can’t get enough

wriothesley x f!reader

wc: 1.7k

cw: reader is neglecting their health, fainting and i think that's it, but please do tell me if i missed one!

synopsis: you pick up an extra shift at Cafe Lutece but, it proves to be too much on your body as you continue neglecting your needs and Wriothesley is there to figure out why.

a/n: eeek! first post hope u like it :3c i've never written genshin stuff before which is why this is kinda short lol so please forgive me if it's not that good!!

Picking up another shift at Cafe Lutece whilst you were in the middle of prepping and training to begin work at the Fortress of Meropide was probably not the best decision you have ever made in your life. You could have easily quit your job or asked for more leniency with your scheduling and Arouet would surely understand if you explained the situation you were in. The only issue with that was you didn't want to also put him in the tight spot of having to find a replacement, especially since the Cafe was already short staffed at the current time. And now, you have decided to overwork yourself more.

The place was absolutely jam packed with people. There was a pretty intensive trial that was held today and the people who attended were starving and eager to chat about the turnout of the trial over a meal. You're not sure why you set yourself up for disappointment when you convinced yourself it wouldn't be too busy because of the rain. Instead of being a nice regular 8 hour shift, you instead were met with a very busy and never ending 10 hour shift. When you arrived an hour earlier to the Cafe today you had no idea that extra hour of leisure time was going to be something that was so vital. Too late now. You finish your shift as efficiently as you possibly could with what little energy you had left in your system.

As you exited the building, you were met by Arouet who had been out saying his farewells to the final customers of the evening. "Thank you so much again for all your help today Y/n! I really don't know what I would have done without you" he thanked you with a warm smile. You tried your best to muster a more enthusiastic response, but all you could bring yourself to do is give him a tired smile and say "Don't worry about it, boss. It's my pleasure to help you as you have helped me by giving me this job".

When you moved to Fontaine from your home of Monstadt you didn't have anything. Sure, you had your bag you had packed with things of sentimental value and some clothing but, that was it. You couldn't even bring mora with you because you had none to your name due to never having to work back in Monstadt. Your family had always taken care of you. So when you were telling them about you moving so far away, they tried to give you basic starter funds but you declined. You even lied and told them you had some mora saved from doing favors and chores for other people (usually older people) just so they wouldn't worry further. With your lack of job experience and no funds or place to go, Arouet saw how determined you were to make the most out of your situation and decided to give you a job as a waitress.

Arouet studied your face for a moment before giving a sympathetic smile. "You look like you could use a nice relaxing evening and you deserve it. Go home and be safe and please take the day off tomorrow" he gently patted your shoulder. The sudden contact and thought that you get a whole day off the next day made you perk up a little more, "Oh, thank you so much, boss! I will and same to you as well, of course. I just have somewhere to stop and then I will go home for the night".

The first few times you entered the Fortress of Meropide it was a very nerve wracking experience. You had no idea if it was a rowdy and rugged environment or a serious and strict one. But, you soon realized it wasn't as horrific and terrible as you initially thought it would be. Regardless, it was still to be considered a dangerous environment. Thankfully, with Wriothesley around, you never felt like you needed to worry.

As the guards walked you up to the large metal doors to the Duke's office, you heard a familiar voice call out to you from the cafeteria area. "Y/n! Wait!" she ran up to you enthusiastically. "Hello Sigewinne" you patted the half Melusine girl on the head and smiled at her. "What are you doing here? I didn't think you were stopping by since you seemed to be working late" she smiled up at you, but everything started to feel fuzzy. Your eyelids became harder to keep open, your vision was going in and out of focus and you started seeing spots. "Y/n?" Sigewinne called out to you, worried by your lack of response and the way you were looking physically. Before you could give her the reassurance you so desperately wanted to, you collapsed to the ground.

"Y/n! Oh no..." Sigewinne quickly walked to your side and began trying to rouse you awake. The guards that were with you quickly clamored around you to protect you from any onlookers. In the midst of the sudden event, the loud metal doors to the Dukes office opened and out came Wriothesley. "What's all the commotion out here about?", his eyes searched for just a split second before they landed on Sigewinne standing over your unconscious form with a very troubled look on her face. "Everyone move" Wriothesley ordered the guards and they immediately met his demand in return. He quickly knelt down and picked you up bridal style and started carrying you towards his office. "Wait! We need to take her to the infirmary so I can perform a proper check up!" Sigewinne tried to stop him. "You can treat her in here can't you? I don't want her out here. I want to be able to keep an eye on her" his gaze was serious and his jaw was set. He was clearly fully intent on doing this, so Sigewinne just sighed and nodded in response as she followed him into his office.

Your eyes fluttered open and you searched around your environment to try and decipher where you had ended up. Wriothesley's office. "You're awake?" you heard Wriothesley rise from his chair and walk around his desk. You slowly began to sit up and when your eyes met his, you looked away in embarrassment. You knew Sigewinne checked your condition and told him you were neglecting your needs. You had hardly eaten and you weren't sleeping a full night's rest for the past week. His eyes said it all to you. He was disappointed.

After a moment of you avoiding looking at him while also feeling his own gaze piercing right through you, you sighed. "You're disappointed in me" you looked down at your hands in your lap. "Disappointed?" his face had confusion present on it but, you fail to see it as you are still too afraid to look him in the eyes. "Oh no, I've probably frightened Sigewinne terribly, I should go show her I'm alright" you try to quickly excuse yourself from the situation. "I don't think so" Wriothesley firmly but gently grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him so he could swiftly lift you onto his desk, his palms planted firmly on the desk at your sides, effectively caging you in. You're still looking away from him. "Come on sweetheart, look at me. Please?" his voice soft in a way to show you that he isn't upset with you.

You slowly raised your head and finally met his eyes. He looked at you in a way that made you feel like you were the answer to all problems in the world. Like you were something precious and sacred. "There she is" he smiled warmly. The smile you gave in response wasn't one the same warmth in return, it was an apologetic one. "You've been overworking yourself, haven't you?" he tried to coax you to explain yourself. You nodded, "I took an extra shift at Cafe Lutece today while I've been prepping to become a nurse here". "Oh? You're going to be working here? How was I not made aware of this?" he asked as he finally moved away from you to fold his arms across his chest.

The guilty expression on your face made him let out a soft, "Y/n...". "I told Monsieur Neuvillette to keep it a secret because I was afraid you wouldn't allow me to pursue it" you admitted. "I see" he nodded and sighed. "Well, I just want to say first and foremost" he moved toward you again and placed a tender kiss on the top of your head, "I'm not disappointed in you. Not for what happened today or for keeping this secret from me" he reassured. "I also want you to know that you can do whatever you want. I don't ever want you to consider my own thoughts if you are going to put them above your own. At that point my feelings don't entirely matter do they? You are free to do as you please" he gently lifted your chin with his hand so you could look at him again.

"Besides, you act like I wouldn't want to see this gorgeous face everytime I come into work" he grinned as he removed his hand from your chin. You smiled the first genuine happy smile all day. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you want to be a nurse down here?" he asked as he took your hand in his to help you steadily hop down from his desk. "Well, I would love to work with Sigewinne of course. You know I adore her and I know she could teach me a lot of things. Her point of view in life is always so fascinating and wonderful to me as well" you went on to explain. As you went on, Wriothesley just had the most lovesick expression plastered on his face and you made note of it. "And don't act like I don't want to see your gorgeous face everyday when I come to work" you use his own words on him with a grin. He chuckled and shook his head "You're a very dangerous woman". "Hmm, maybe I've just been around you too much" you joke. Instead of laughing in response with you, he pulled you against him by your waist. "I don't know about you, but you could never be around me too much" his eyes studied every detail of your face, "No, matter of fact. I can't get enough of you sweetheart".

[konnorhasapen]

This is a short one on purpose :) I've tried to add some more to it, but it would just take away from the interaction, so I let it be. Enjoy! ^-^

Treading Water — Chapter 4: The Innkeeper I

Or read it on ao3!

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   Another quiet night for a small Inn established in a little clearing on the outskirts of any kingdoms, just within the border of Dahlia's neighboring country, Ferris. Although most townsfolk or adventurers who would stumble upon it during travel always asked them if they'd considered moving business, or if they ever regretted settling down out in the middle of nowhere.  To a vast majority, living in such an isolated plot of land would make them antsy or a little anxious, especially in the dark of midnight with no streetlamps to let you see the surroundings outside. However, to the Inkeeper, the thicket around their home was actually quite a comfort. Even if they did occasionally feel the tendrils of loneliness creeping up their spine.

   Lost in their thoughts, they hadn't heard the heavy, uneven footfall or the clambering of metal and wood make its way down the steps beside the small bar counter.

   "Still up," a gruff voice stated simply. "Should turn in for the night." The Inkeeper's attention was snatched by their only customer, one who's been—begrudgingly—staying here for a few days now. They had tried to leave more times than the day has hours, but gave up with a string of complaints and curses grumbled under their breath. Couldn't exactly blame the persistent Inkeeper, not when their guest had stumbled unceremoniously on to their doorstep decorated in blood and bruises, topping off the look with not one, but two crossbow bolts pierced through their left thigh.

   "Yer one teh talk," the Inkeeper replied with a soft snark to their tone, drawing their short glass of water to their lips and taking another sip. "Reckon I'ven't haird ye rest since ye go'here, lost one." They'd nearly surprised themself with that sudden nickname. Lost one...

   A nickname they hadn't heard in a long time. Not since he was whisked away by the royal guard of what used to be one of two most favorable factions of Dahlia, Canis. They weren't sure what they had started calling it once the territory had turned itself on its head, but whoever was ruling the faction now was a monster who got off on the torment of others. A bloodthirsty beast.

   "I have a name, you know," the towering figure reminded as they made their way to the door. The shorter was thankful they continued the exchange without a hitch.

   "Leavin' so soon?" The Inkeeper asked, raising their brows and letting their gaze flit quickly down to their visitor's healing leg. Their eyes travelled back up slower than normal, noticing how their marred skin glistened in the warm golden glow of the lantern the Inkeep had lit and stationed on the corner of the bar counter.

   "Need to get back to it," they said shortly. It was always short and blunt with them, the Inkeeper had quickly realized. Straight to the point, no sidetracking. They never liked to talk about themself, never liked saying things that could lead to more questions.

   "Haird some news floatin' areond town couple days back," the stoic stranger froze, fist closed around the door and their eyes peering against the corner of their vision. "Wird is teh pers'nal guard o' Favíll's next in line kidnapped teh heir and took off inteh night." The other grunted:

   "Interesting," was all they said. Before they twisted the handle and left, they shook their head as they plucked a small pouch from their lower belt. They had opened it up, about to try and count it, but ultimately decided to just offer the whole sack when the Inkeeper started opening their mouth to decline. Rather than listening, the visitor tossed the pouch to the counter, it landing with the heavy clinking of coin and sliding a few inches along the smooth wood.

   "Aye, ye don' have t—"

   "Thanks for the hospitality..," they trailed, awaiting the Inkeeper's assistance. They gave their name and the taller thought of it for a moment. They nodded:

   "May fortune continue its journey alongside you, Inkeeper."

   "An' may bolts an' daggers keep teir distance from ye, Bounty Hunter." An exhale through there nose—the ghost of a chuckle—and just like that, they opened the door, stepped out into the crisp air, and they were gone.

   Disappearing into the night.

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This was nice to sit back and look at, but a pain in the ass challenge to write when it came to Baabe's accent^^;

I hope you liked it! Chapter 5 might take a lil longer to get out because it's been kicking my whole ass trying to carry the two sections of the one chapter to meet in the middle-

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[ex-furry]

here we go

[iguana-eyanna]

The Beauty Within Everything

Pairing: preserum! Steve Rogers x 1940s! reader

Summary: reader thinks Steve stood her up on their date but realizes he’s very ill

Warnings: illness, decline of physical health, angst

You were walking on the sidewalk, fuming with every step you took in your heels, cursing under your breath to whoever invented these shoes.

You were on your way to confronting Steve, your boyfriend, at his place.

You think back to the first time you met Steve at a park. You both sat on the same bench as you were reading a sort of novel while Steve was drawing something on paper. The wind blew strongly as he lost his grip on the piece, flying beside your feet. You pick it up and give it to him, looking down to realize he was drawing you.

You both blush at each other as you complimented his talent and he commented on your beauty. Then on, you guys have been dating for a couple of months.

Now, you were beyond upset about Steve avoiding you for the past week. He promised to take you out on a date, but then stood you up on the very night. You tried calling his telephone but he never picked up the line. Now you arrived on his doorstep, knocking on the door loudly. What you didn't expect was for Bucky, his best friend, to greet you.

"Hi, angel face. What brings you here?" Bucky tiredly asked. "I can ask the same for you, it looks like you haven't slept in days." you replied. Before Bucky could rebut, you invite yourself in looking for any sign of your boyfriend.

"Now's not a good time to visit Steve, doll." Bucky says, trying to usher you out. "That charm won't work on me Bucky. I have been beyond worried about why Steve hasn't been responding to my calls. Is he alright?" You ask, not realizing a figure is shuffling to the two of you.

"You shouldn't have come." a voice croaked out, coughing afterward. You turn around and gasp lightly, looking at a very ill Steve. His skin was pale as snow, and it looked like he was prying to keep his eyes open for a bit longer. Steve tries to take another step but almost falls down to his knees.

You and Bucky catch him in time, as you could feel your boyfriend going limp in your arms. "Help me take him to his bed." Bucky gritted his teeth as he properly held Steve on his side. The both of you took him to his mattress as you opened his blankets so Bucky can tuck in his friend. Steve's eyes were partly closed, but you both can tell he was drifting off to sleep. You sweep his hair out of his eyes and then follow Bucky to the living room.

"What happened?" you whispered lightly, trying not to wake him up. Bucky looks down to the ground, not wanting to break the news to you. "When Steve was a kid, the doctor said that he has a weak immune and respiratory system. Since then, he's had a lot of fevers in a span of months, up to the point where he contracts pneumonia twice a year. I've been staying with him for the past week in case something happens." You sit on a nearby chair, feeling your heart aching for Steve's health.

"This has been going on for years? Why hasn't he said anything? I would have understood if-" Bucky rolls his eyes and sits next to you. "You know him, he's stubborn as a piece of wood. But I think he was scared you'd reject him." Bucky sadly admitted. You stare at a nearby window, trying to think.

You stood up and grabbed your purse "I'll go to the market to buy some things. I'll take care of him. You need to go home and get some rest." Bucky was too tired to fight you on it, so he waited for your return.

You came back with bags of groceries as Bucky helped you carry them to the empty fridge. Before he left, he gave you instructions on how to help steve if he had a coughing fit or if he wasn't able to hold himself.

"Remember, he may have the will of ten men, but he's delicate." You nod your head and lock the door once Barnes leaves. You then started making a pot of your signature soup to pass time in case Steve wakes. Suddenly you hear him coughing uncontrollably, so you turned off the fire and grabbed a glass of water.

Seeing him sitting up with his chest heaving made your heartstrings pull. You then tended to him as you offered to Steve the cup that he gradually took.

Once his breathing slows to a normal rhythm, he looks up to you with such heartbreak. "You should go, I don't want to be a burden." he said the best he could.

You sit in front of him by the foot of the bed, ready to scold the living heck out of him. "I am not going anywhere, mister. You still owe me an apology for standing me up this past week. I was worried sick, Steve. Why would you keep this from me?"

“Cause I didn't want you to be looking at me like this." He replied in a small voice.

"You know I would have understood, you shouldn't have kept me in the dark." You told him, not breaking eye contact. Steve's eyes begin to water and cleaned them away with his sleeve.

"When I recently got sick, I realized something. I’m not the man who could carry you in my arms and kiss you with every ounce in my body without wheezing. I'm not the man who's able to provide for you, like giving you pretty dresses or sweet-smelling perfumes. Heck, I can't even afford you a rose” Steve said as his voice was breaking.

"And now you're spending your money to feed your poor pathetic boyfriend back to health. Can't you see I'm nothing but trouble for you?" He concludes, staring at you. You pause for a bit, reflecting on the words he uttered from his mouth.

"Not once have I ever thought you were weak, Steve. Dear God, I think you're one of the bravest men I know. So please, don't bring yourself down because you can't perform these things you've fantasized about doing. I have never cared for extravagant gifts and just having you in my life is more than enough. You taught me so much about life and the beauty within everything around me. That's why I..." you close in to take his hand on top of your beating heart.

"I love you. I love you so much that it hurts me to think you can't rely on me when you're in so much pain. So please Steve, don't push me away when we both know we were made for each other."

Steve's face softens as he begins to cry. You begin to tear up as you pull him into your chest, comforting him with all that you could give.

"What did I deserve to be with you?" he hiccuped.

"Everything, love. Everything, and more." you replied, lightly combing the back of his hair with your fingers.

Steve lets go of you and wiped away his tears, regaining his breath.

“How can I make up for the past week?” he asks, knitting his eyebrows with determination.

“You can make it up to me by telling the truth from now on. No more secrets between us. And I am nursing you back to health, starting with a soup I just made.” You told him.

Steve nods his head and feels his stomach rumble just from the mention of food. "Well, I am hungry." he sheepishly smiles. You laugh at his reply and got up to fetch a bowl of soup. You return back with the food and Steve holds his hand to feel the warmth of the bowl. Once he starts consuming it, his eyes roll to the back of his head and almost made a moaning sound.

"This is the most amazing meal I've had in a long time." Steve announced, making you laugh harder. He's happy that he made you smile, realizing how much he missed hearing the sound of your voice.

She was his rock, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

[ultarego]

Random ranting and confessions cause I have no where else to talk about this. It's just me talking and questioning and trying to figure things out I guess.

There shall be a lot of random thoughts going on down below so BEWARE

So I've been in the erotic hypnosis community for years, explored a lot of my kinks and gave a general idea of what I do and do not like.

However, that is all online and distance based practice and play. Nothing I have ever been confident to try in person or get deeply involved in, kinky or vanilla. It's kinda a pain admitting that I'm basically a virgin when it comes to physical sexual encounters with a partner.

Well, that was up until a month ago. I recently moved in with some with some friends I've known long distance for about a decade. One of those friends got curious and then we started talking and it quickly escalated to him feeling me up in his car and exploring while I enjoyed myself. It was really fun but my ass got shy about it afterwards, cause he made his curious comments, like saying he was surprised at how soft things felt, and that it had been the first time he ever heard me moan.

And that first encounter had been stuck in my head for a while, but long story short, these encounters continued and still happen pretty often, to the point we are pretty much just fucking and getting off. It's pretty much a friends with benefits situation and I really don't mind it. I've gotten to try things I was curious about, found out I really do like certain things I had made assumptions on, like sucking and swallowing, or getting some pain with pleasure, you know, just curious exploration things.

But the most recent time we fucked cause he was bribing me 'with dick' so I'd do self care but that's a different story he was offering me to switch positions and try to ride him. I got too anxious after he tried talking me into it and I chickened out and ended up staying on the bottom.

I'm a switch when it comes to both dom/sub and top/bottom, but with the physical stuff now, I don't know if it's my shyness or inexperience that makes me nervous to be on top, cause I know my friend has a hella a lot more experience than me. But so far I also like him being on top and being the dominant force in our encounters. He is also a hell of a tease when he wants to mess around, which turns my ass on like crazy. He's also always the one to initiate things between us since I'm always too shy to ask.

One thing I've been thinking about is maybe having a talk about experimenting with more stuff cause I know he wants to try things and also push me to explore more. Though I don't know if I should be open about my kinks with him cause he has been looking at trying basic stuff like blowjobs, titfucking, and trying different positions, tho he did have the idea last time to ask if I wanted to try roleplay, but due to my awkwardness with him, I declined for the moment.

However, some of the stuff he has been doing has been turning me on in ways he doesn't know or realize. Like the fact that when he wants to start messing around, he'll ask if I want to and of course I'm up for it, but if I seem reluctant or slow to start, he'll get right into 'bribing' me, like massaging my chest or playing with my nipples or if I'm being really stubborn, he shove a hand between my legs to mess with me. And I don't think he realizes how much I like when he does that.

What I'm basically trying to figure out if I should be open about things like the fact I like getting messed with to crazy extents, enjoy things like cnc, hypnosis, praise, and other things that I'm into. He already knows I'm a reward oriented person and uses that to tease or 'bribe' me, which is also hot.

Like I'm at the point that between times we fuck, I think about him doing things with me or to me. And I had those thoughts before we started messing around. Call it crazy, but I've fantasized about him using suggestions on me or messing with me mentally just because I love the sound of his voice and it always calms me down but also can somehow turn me on depending on what he's saying. I want to share things with him but since this is just casual friends that are having sex, with no intention of it ever being more than that, I don't know what would be considered too much, especially since he is my first for a lot of this in person stuff, but I've also had negative experiences with people, especially in this community, online in the past that makes me weary of sharing any of this.

I guess I'll figure this out when I can. Sorry for the long rant.

[lousimusician]

I Want You Back (Part 1)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter was too blind to realize you were slipping from his fingers.

Word Count: 1,145

Warning: Angst (This series is gonna have lots of angst, just so you know)

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When I had you to myself, I didn't want you around

Those pretty faces always made you stand out in a crowd 

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You were young and inexperienced when it came to dating but you did know one thing.

It wasn't supposed to be this hard.

You shouldn't have to feel like you were constantly fighting for any kind of attention. And if that made you sound clingy, so be it. It still wasn't right. 

Peter Parker. The love of your life.

Or at least, you thought.

The boy who tried so hard to ask you out, coming up with plan after plan to get you alone and finally tell you how he felt, had been ignoring you and you had no idea as to why.

You knew he was Spider-Man. You knew he had responsibilities. You knew that and most of all you understood it. You'd let him leave dates or cancel them if he had to. Especially after the blip, things were a mess and the people needed a hero more than ever.

But you're patience was really being tried when he decided not to show up without telling you, letting you wait for hours just to hear half-assed apologies after.

And with every unread text, unanswered phone call, to even the times you had to compete for his attention in school, you felt your heart break a little more.

And especially right now, laying on Peter's bed for about two hours, your phone held loosely to your ear as you listened to Peter's voice mail for the twelfth time that night. You felt your heart break that much more.

You didn't leave a voice mail. You don't anymore. He never checked them anyway. With a sniffle, you hung up the phone, and fought back the tears you knew would fall regardless.

It shouldn't be this hard.

You sat up on his bed, and glanced out the window, seeing the night sky. And with a sigh, you decided you finally had enough and stood up, wiping at your eyes.

With slow movements you grabbed your bag off the ground and walked out of his bedroom.

"May?" You called out. 

"In here sweetie!" She yelled from the kitchen.

"Hey." You greeted, seeing how she was in the middle of making dinner. "So, I think I'm just gonna head out now."

May frowned, "Still nothing from him?"

You looked down at your feet, as you felt fresh tears building up, and shook your head. You hated crying in front of May, especially when her nephew was the cause of it.

"Oh honey." She said sadly and you knew she could tell you were trying not to cry. "Come here." She walked over to you and pulled you into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, I really don't know what's gotten into him lately."

You wrapped your arms around her, as the tears started to fall. "I just-  I miss h-him." You sobbed, as May ran a comforting hand up and down your back.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. I'm gonna talk to him-"

You shook your head. "No, please don't. It's fine I swear." You muttered as you pulled away from her.

May's frown deepened as she looked at you, wiping frantically at your tears. She sighed. "...Alright. But I hate seeing you so upset."

You nodded. "I'm...yeah, I'm just gonna go now. Thanks May." You said as you started heading towards the front door.

"Walk home safe!" She called after you, and you hummed in response.

You shut the door behind you as you pulled out your phone and quickly dialled MJ'S number. It rang three times before she picked up.

"Hell-"

"You were right." You sniffled into the phone, cutting her off.

"Are you crying?"

"...Just a little. But you were r-right. He didn't show a-again. And I called him like twenty times a-and I've left even more texts b-but he won't respond, he keeps doing this to me and I don't know what t-to do anymore." You rambled, getting into the elevator.

MJ sighed. "You're not gonna like what I have to say."

"I usually don't." You lightly laughed, trying to feel any other emotion than the intense heart break you did feel at the moment.

"I think you either need to sit down and talk about it with him or just break up. He's been doing this to you for months now and you're miserable."

"Yeah." You sniffled, "I didn't like what you had to say... b-but I'll think about it." You mumbled, before saying your goodbye's and hanging up.

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Peter sat perched on top of a roof on one of the many buildings in Queens, just waiting for someone to save or a criminal to stop.

Peter didn't know what time it was, he usually didn't when he was out on patrol, all he knew was that it must've been late and he knew he was forgetting something but he couldn't figure out what.

He had his phone in hand, quickly typing out an essay he had left to the last minute again.

"Karen, give me a synonym for impulsive."

"Impetuous, rash, hasty-" Karen's voice was suddenly cut off by a ringing. "(Y/N) is calling again, should I decline it?"

Peter groaned, "Again? Yeah you can decline it, and can you put her on mute."

"Yes."

"Thanks." Peter mumbled, finishing the sentence he had been stuck on for the last seven minutes.

"Peter?" He hummed in response. "Are you still dating (Y/N)?"

 "What? Of course I am." Peter mumbled.

"Really? Then why do you keep declining her phone calls and ignoring her text messages?" Karen asked.

Peter shrugged, "I dunno. She's been a little clingy since the blip. Which I get, but Queens still needs saving. Don't worry I'll make it up to her somehow." He said, furiously typing away on his keyboard.

"But there are no threats right now." Karen said skeptically.

"Might be... I just don't want to not be here when a threat does come along. But me and (Y/N) are fine, she understands my responsibilities. Hey, what were the major themes of Hamlet again?"

"Madness, Revenge, Religion, would you like me to list more?"

"No that's fine." The sun had been setting, and the roof was getting more and more uncomfortable. Peter sighed, "That should be good for now, I'll finish this later." He said, putting his phone away and getting up.

He stretched, before swinging away on a web to see if he could find anything to do.

Peter would eventually look back on this moment, wondering if he had just been a little smarter and answered the call, maybe just maybe he could've saved your relationship from crumbling in the weeks that followed.

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Oh darlin' I was blind to let you go

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A/N: I'm not too happy with how this came out, but it is just mostly set up for the parts to come which will definitely be even more angsty and interesting

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bff | 04

↳ series m.list | 00 | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 |

→ pairing: yoongi x reader

→ word count: 4,750

Prologue Summary; Your best friend's boyfriend takes an unhealthy interest in you and just as he shows up something from your past starts to creep up on you again. Could this strange and mysterious man have something to do with it? And should you trust him, or your instincts to run far, far away from him?

→ warnings: angst, swearing

The bell overhead chimes as the doors open, making Seokjin's mouth finally clamp shut before another word can make you slam your head into the register. Your shift had only begun and he was already on a roll about being forced to clean the toilets earlier.

"Welcome to Sil's Coffee, how may we help you?" The slogan fell off your lips like a sigh of relief as you plaster on a bright smile for the customer, coming in from the frigid outside air.

A chuckle erupts from the customer, "I see Seokjin is harassing you again."

"W-What?! I do not-"

"I'd like an iced mocha with caramel. Could you fetch that for me Jin?" Mina slides into the bar chair in front of Seokjin, who bites his tongue before turning around to make her order. The man may loathe his job, but there was no way he'd allow himself to be fired.

"Honestly, just tell him to shut up. You don't have to listen to his whining."

You can hear Seokjin muttering inaudible profanities at Mina and you let out an actual sigh this time, "Seokjin is just expressing himself."

"And this is the best way he knows how? How sad."

"You're coffee." You flinch as a cup is slammed onto the counter and slid into Mina's hands.

"Thanks, handsome." She grins endearingly up at him.

"Can you leave now?" 

"Oh, how rude of you to say to a customer. I wonder what the manager would say?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose, "Mina, stop, for fuck sake." Seokjin is presumably the only person who dislikes Mina more than Jimin, although Mina doesn't dislike Seokjin. She actually likes him, despite his constant rambling. 

Another chime grabs everyone but Mina's attention back to the entrance to see your stumbling yellow-haired friend enter the shop. He swore as he tripped on the entrance's floor-mate, but quickly composed himself and looked up to send you a dazzling smile before gracefully making his way over the seat in front of you, "Good morning, my ray of sunshine." You open your mouth to return the gesture just before someone else strides in behind him. Dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin sporting a baggy tee and flannel with tight frayed jeans. You grimace at the sight. Of course, he was here. Why wouldn't he be? Mina was here and wherever Mina was, he had the right to be.

"Couldn't you have done us all a favor and let yourself fall?"

"Like I'd ever do a favor for the likes of you." Jimin retorted swiveling around in his chair. 

It's been exactly three weeks since your first session with Yoongi began and you still haven't grown comfortable with the whole ordeal. Especially since Yoongi had all of a sudden started making an effort to include himself in Mina's life more, resulting in him almost always being around. Which is great for Mina, just not so great for you.

"Anyways, how is my love doing?" Jimin reached out for your hands and smiled at you in a way that made it impossible for you to not return the gesture.

"I'm alright." You squeezed his hands reassuringly before pulling away to make his usual drink. At least you had Jimin most of the time. He did a great job of pulling your attention off of the guy just a few feet away from you and settling your nerves.

"I heard how Namjoon left you high and dry. Taehyung has been dogging me for studying material ever since. Is your project coming along alright? I can help you with it?" You tense as you begin pouring the chocolate syrup into Jimin's drink. Maybe you'd spoken too soon again? You hadn't told anyone about studying with Yoongi, out of fear of what Mina would do and judging from the lack of passive aggression coming from her, Yoongi hadn't said anything either.

"N-no, I've got it. You don't need to do that."

"She'd fail for sure if you helped her."

"Mina, nobody was talking to you. Can you shut that trap of yours?" You turn back around and place Jimin's cup in front of him just as Mina reaches over to whack him on the back of the head.

"Yah! Don't you touch me, you witch!"

"Me? A witch?" Mina laughed, "Well, that must make you a troll."

"Mina, stop that." Yoongi's cold metallic voice caught you off guard and you made the mistake of shifting your gaze over to him just as Mina began whining, merely to see he was already watching you, his brown eyes intense and dark. 

Things have been very awkward, for you to say the least. You didn't know what to make of this new relationship you had with Yoongi. Hell, even calling it a relationship felt weird and from every angle, it just seemed wrong. When you so much as looked in Yoongi's direction you felt like you'd just transgressed some imaginary line you'd drawn for yourself. Or maybe it had been drawn by Mina. It was normal for the girl to be possessive and paranoid, even more so when it came to a guy she liked. Mina had been friends with a girl in the past that had stolen guys from her left and right, so now she always assumed you, one of her few female friends, was always plotting against her and knowing this made you extremely cautious.

"You two have been extra snarky this week."

You cleared your throat, trying your best to not seem uncomfortable, "Would you like something to drink, Yoongi?"

"A black coffee would be nice."

You nodded, turning again only to have Seokjin place a black coffee in your hands, "I figured he'd order that again, so I went ahead and made it."

"Oh, here," You slid the drink over to Yoongi, sure to avoid eye contact this time.

"Well, with ____ spending all her time studying lately, I'm left alone to deal with this nuisance." Mina jabbed her finger at Jimin.

"What? I'm the nuisance and yet you're the one constantly complaining about this and that and never shutting up?"

"Shut your mouth Park." Mina flushes red as Yoongi turns his head over, suddenly taking interest in their conversation.

Jimin scoffs and turns back to you, "So, can I hear it?"

"Huh?" You tilted your head.

"Namjoon told me about it, don't be coy. I wanna hear it."

Your cheeks flush at the realization of what he was talking about, "He did what?! No way. I'm not letting you hear anything."

"What are we talking about?" 

"We," Jimin looking back at Mina, pointing at her and then himself, "aren't talking about anything. Me and ____ are." Mina scoffs and turns away from him as he does the same, overeating his attention back on you, "My best friend won't let me hear her sing?"

"What best friend? Last I checked you have no friends." Mina mumbles under her breath, rolling her eyes at Jimin's pouting lips while sipping her drink. He scowls but is quick to ignore her in favor of you.

Damn, they really are at each other's necks right now.

"Why are you embarrassed? I know you're good. Namjoon said your voice is amazing. In fact, he gushed about it."

"Stop rambling and leave me and my voice alone, Park Jimin."

"You cutie, you're all red, like a tomato." He reaches up to pinches at your cheek but you quickly swat his hands away.

"Shut up."

"Let me hear it and I'll shut up for the rest of my life, just for you."

"No." You turn away from him to busy yourself with work, emphasizing your seriousness. There was no way in hell you'd ever let Jimin, or anyone else for that matter, hear you sing. Sure, Namjoon and Yoongi had heard it, but- your gaze drifted over to Yoongi again to see a small smirk playing on his lips as he stirred his coffee. 

"God, you two make me wanna vomit. I can't believe you refuse to admit your dating each other." Seokjin finally spoke again as he wiped down the counter-tops.

"Seriously, get a room," Mina adds.

"Says the two who bicker at each other like a married couple," Jimin smirked over at Mina, who just about spit her coffee out her nose.

"What?!"

"We do not!"

Message from Min Yoongi- 8:11am: The door is unlocked. Just come in when you get up here.

After work, you stalled around a bit before heading towards Yoongi's. You knew if you left right after your shift, Jimin would've tried to tag along. He normally walked you home when he got the chance and as far as he knew you'd been going home every week to work on your project alone. 

Your stomach turns as the elevator finally comes to a halt, the doors sliding open, and you step out. More than anyone else, you wanted to tell Jimin about this. You knew he'd have the best advice for you, but you also realize that Jimin hates Mina. He would probably let the information slip on purpose just to piss her off. He'd prefer not to be friends with her because, in his opinion, she's faker than all the plants in his dance teacher's office. You don't doubt he'd take any chance he could to try and show you that, probably saying something along the lines of, "It's for your own good, trust me."

Honestly, you're starting to get pretty sick of this. All the elevator rides you've had to endure are almost as bad as riding an airplane, never knowing if it's going to give out or just break and send you to a gruesome death. You head for Yoongi's door, sending a glare back at the box of threatening death as it's doors slide shut again. You've tried to convince Yoongi on countless occasions to meet elsewhere, but he declines each time, saying, "Why would I go somewhere else when I'm most comfortable here?" You roll your eyes at the memory. That self-centered jerk doesn't care what you put yourself through every week to get to here. Making sure none of your friends, especially Mina, see where you're going, facing your fear of that dumb elevator while doing so, and lying practically to Jimin. Mina would assume you're sleeping with Yoongi if she ever found out. It wouldn't matter what you told her. And imagine if she did find out, even after all your efforts? Every week you had to put up with Min Yoongi's self-centered attitude and constant complaints about how you're, "Too early." Or, "Too late." Not to mention you've been feeling under the weather lately.

One of these days you're really gonna to jump from one of the windows on this floor just to escape from Min Yoongi, because at this point it feels like there is no escape. You go to school, he's there with Mina. You go to work, he shows up with Mina. What did you have in life, if not peace away from that guy?

You give the front door two gentle taps before entering. The penthouse was the same as always, warm and quiet, as the world outside opposed it. It was probably the only thing you enjoyed when meeting with Yoongi, the quiet, something you normally got so little of.

"Back here!"

You jump, whirling in a full circle before figuring out where the voice came from. You follow it down a hallway and to a room. Little decoration fills the room and it's relatively empty, except for a grand piano occupying the center.

"I figured we could transfer your cords into a melody on the piano to place at the deeper parts of the song. I have a feeling it will sound good with your voice." 

Your breath catches in your throat, your wide-eyed stare never leaving the piano Yoongi is sat at, as he writes, what assumed to be, notes onto a piece of paper.

"Come sit, " He gestures you over, still not looking at you. Your feet feel like they've rooted themselves to the floor and it takes all of your strength just to do as he says and bring yourself to the piano, trying your best to ignore the way your heart stills as you sit down next to Yoongi, a sharp fear piercing through you like cold wind.

"You play?" Your voice comes out dry as your eyes linger on ivory keys.

"Yeah, I learned when I was little." Yoongi finally brought his gaze over to you to watch as you lightly move your fingertips up and over the keys, "Do you?"

You frown and pull your hand away from the piano, "No."

Yoongi hums and places his fingers onto the keys before playing the first few notes of your song, "That's too bad. This would be a lot easier if you did."

"Well, I don't." You sneer at the sound of your song coming from the piano and stand back up, realizing that this had been a horrible idea, "Listen, I'm not feeling up for this today. I'm gonna go." Your mind was beginning to cloud with distraught memories and all you could focus on was getting away from the piano as you stood up. You weren't fast enough though.

Yoongi stood up after you, following you out of the room, "Is everything alright?"

"I just want to go home."

His pace quickened as you approach the front door and he was in front of you before you could reach it, "Do you not like the piano idea?"

You glare at him, "The idea is fine, I just want to go home, as I said."

His eyes dart all across your face as if he's still trying to read you, to understand what had set you off.

"I'll be going now." You attempt to sidestep him, only to be abruptly cut off by Yoongi placing a hand to your forehead, "W-what are you-"

"You look really pale, I don't think you should-Woah," He steps back out of shock after feeling your temperature, "you're burning up."

"I'm fine, just let me-"

"____," Yoongi's eyes narrow on you, his voice dropping a couple octaves, "go sit on the couch and I'll get you some medicine."

You hesitate for only a moment before giving in, "Fine, whatever." You stomp away from him, over to the couch before plopping down onto it. Admittedly, your head was starting to pound and you couldn't deny the cold sweat that was beginning to settle in along with the aching of your whole body. It'd be just your luck that you'd caught the flu or something, only to start showing symptoms after arriving at Yoongi's, of all places. You'd honestly prefer being at Jimin's house right about now and he'd probably be smothering you right about now. You should've just canceled today and walked home with Jimin.

"Here, take this." Yoongi returns within a few minutes, crouching down in front of you before placing a pill in one of your hands and a glass of water in the other, "This should reduce your fever." 

"And how am I suppose to trust that you're not drugging me?" You raise an eyebrow at him accusingly, but he just gives you a skeptical look.

"It's ibuprofen, ____." 

You watch him hesitantly, before plopping the pill into your mouth, and tilting your head back to drink the glass of water. You hadn't expected yourself to drink the whole thing, but you did, and rather quickly. 

Yoongi takes the glass from you and places it on the coffee table behind him, "Are you hungry?"

"I really don't-" You're cut off by the sound of your treacherous stomach growling at the mention of food.

"I'll make soup." Yoongi gets up again, heading back to the kitchen before you get the chance to protest further than you already have. Your head is starting to spin and you have to lay down just to keep yourself from running to the bathroom to vomit. No way would you be caught dead throwing up in Min Yoongi's bathroom. You'd jump from a window before that happens. You close your eyes, waiting patiently for Yoongi to return with food. You hadn't even noticed yourself drifting off.

The ground beneath is dry, altered to a sandy substance. Dull silence replaces loud screeching alarms, and instead of hazy darkness, something else lurks amongst the unknown. The difference between now and then is an odd sense of familiarity tugging at your heart. You know all too well what this nostalgia is, but you refuse to move towards it. The mere memories are enough to coax out inner demons dwelling behind your walls. A place you once called home.

“It's unnecessary, ____.”

A harsh memory, filled with a harsher smell of gin and gasoline forces itself forward. One of those memories a child prefers to suppress, yearning to someday forget it...pretend it never happened. Although, bad memories die-hard, just as bad habits do and the specific way that man had always held onto second agendas and gave everything a double standard was etched into your mind. You can never seem to escape him, no matter how hard you try. 

Especially here. 

Such a strange feeling it gave you. Do others feel this? A looming dark hole in the cradle of their heart, remaining, even if eventually, and inevitably, a change comes. A childlike intuition told you how it was fated, as it was for a reason beyond your knowing that the place you once called your home would burn, that - that man's eyes would close and the smell of gin and gasoline would fade into something much more horrendous, along with that godforsaken piano. And then, and only then, you would realize that home never truly felt like home.

"____?"

And him, that damned voice will only further remind you of that misery and loss.

"Wake up, it's just a dream."

Mark my words.

"____," You whimper at the feeling of someone's hand against your cheek and you lean into it, "what's wrong?"

Your eyes open slowly and it's only then that you realize the wet tears running down your cheeks, "W-what?"

"Why are you crying?" You look up, seeing Yoongi's dark worried eye on you as he wipes away your tears with his thumb.

You sit up slowly, your head still spinning and skin still aflame with a fever, "I-I don't remember."

"Here," Yoongi moves an arm under your legs and to your back before hoisting you up.

"W-what are you doing?! Put me down!" You have no strength to fight against him in your current state, but that doesn't stop you from yelling at him.

"I'm moving you somewhere comfortable, be quiet." He walks out of the living room and back down the hallway that had previously brought you to the piano room, only this time he walks passed that room and into another at the end of the hallway. He sits you down on a bed and covers you with a blanket, "I'll go heat up the soup, and once you're done eating you should get some more sleep."

You only nod and watch as Yoongi leaves the room before pushing the covers off of you and standing back up. You make your way over to the door and back down the hall, only briefly stopping to leer into the piano room. You'd have to make up an excuse later to leave the piano out of your song. There's no way you'll be able to stomach hearing the sound of it every time you work on the piece. Once you make it to the front door you're quick to exit, despite hearing Yoongi's footsteps exiting the kitchen at the same time. You don't care all too much if he sees you leaving, you just need to leave. Sure, your head is spinning and your joints ach, but letting Yoongi take care of you while sick is crossing that line that had been laid down. 

While in the elevator you have to sit on the floor and pray to reach the bottom soon. The motion of moving down is only making you all the more nauseous, so when the doors finally open you're surprised to see that the sun has already set, despite you showing up here early this morning. Had you really slept that long? Yoongi must've had his curtains closed. You stand back up and your stomach growls in anger as you make your way out of the building. You really were hungry, to the point that it feels like your stomach is digesting itself, but you're desperate to get away. You don't want any misunderstandings.

"Madam, may I assist you in finding a-"

You cut off the doorman, turning in the direction of your apartment, "I'm fine."

"Miss, the streets are dangerous at this time of-"

"I'll be fine, Jackson. Good night." You ignore the polite man's pleas for you to let him help you and continue down the street and away from him. You have no money for a taxi or uber and you aren't going to let someone else, you barely know, pay for you. The last thing you need is to owe someone or make them think you're poor, not that you aren't, due to college debt, but that's beside the point.

"Woah, look what we've got ourselves here." A group of burly looking men walk around the corner of an alleyway just as you're about to pass it and your expression turns sour. Of all the nights. 

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out so late?" There's four of then, but only the tallest of the bunch is quick to close the distance between the two of you.

"I don't think that's any of your damn business." You glare up at him, attempt to regulate your breathing. Your fever is making you feel like you're extremely out of shape so that just the smallest amount of walking you've done so far had you almost breathless.

"Oh! A feisty one!" A disgusting grin pulls up the man's cheeks as he laughs at your bold response.

"Get out of my way." You wave your hand at him, trying to move around his broad shoulders only for another one of the guys to come up beside him, blocking your way.

"No, I think you should stay and hang out with us for a while."

You huff and run the back of your hand across your forehead, nonchalantly whipping away the sweat to try and hide how weak you actually felt before letting a fake smile pull up your lips, "Oh, yeah?"

The man opens his mouth to reply, but before he can get a word out you're darting across the empty street.

Yes, you felt like shit, but that didn't mean you were gonna give up without a fight. The group of men yells after you, taken by surprise and you can hear their heavy feet scurrying after you. Thankfully, you're fast enough that once you've made it across the street you can start towards the nearest convenience store. Thinking you're about to be home free, your heart races with anticipation only to sink down in terror a second later as a hand yanks you into an alleyway way and covers your mouth, muffling your scream. You thrash and kick, panic shocking your body like electricity.

"Stand still, ____. You're going to break my nose." The whisper has you stilling in the person's arms.

"Yoon-"

"Shut up!" He whispers yells, covering your mouth again. 

"Damn it! Where did she go!?"

"I almost caught her."

"No, you fucking didn't! You were behind all of us, you idiot !"

You freeze and sink further into the person's arms out of seer terror as the four men pass the alleyway you're hiding in.

"When I find that bitch, she's gonna wish she never ran."

The grip around you tightens in an almost protective sort of way. The feeling comforts you, but tears still begin welling up in your eyes before the group of men finally carries on down the cold streets. Once they're out of hearing range the hand over your mouth moves and you're turned around to face none other than Min Yoongi.

He eyes you up and down, concern evident in his features, "Are you alright?"

You can only imagine how not alright you look, cheeks red from the cold, eyes glassy from fear, after having your adrenaline wear off. You probably look like a complete mess, but you still manage to nod in response to his question.

"Are you stupid? What the hell were you thinking? I told you to stay because you weren't feeling well and now look what you've gone and gotten yourself into. Why couldn't you just listen to me? Something could've happened. What if I didn't followed you?"

You stare up at Yoongi, trying to listen to what he's saying and gripping his arms tightly to keep yourself upright as a loud thumping began echoing in your ears, everything around you starting to spin, "I-I'm sorry, I-"

"____?" 

You fall, losing your grip on Yoongi as all your strength leaves your body, and you faint.

You groan and stretch, your eyes slowly opening. The light shining in through your window burns your retinas.

"Finally, I was beginning to think you were dead."

"Huh?" You look over, next to your bed to see Jimin sitting there with a tray of breakfast in his lap.

"How-What are you doing here?" You croak.

Jimin raises an eyebrow, "You don't remember? You must have felt pretty bad."

"Jimin, " You cough, trying to sit up, and he's quick to help you, "what are you talking about?"

"You texted me last night that you felt really sick and needed help. I was surprised at first, but once I got here I understood that you weren't kidding. You were tossing and turning in bed and sweating as if you'd just ran for hundreds of miles." 

You frown, trying to recall your memories from last night. 

"Are you alright?" Jimin rubs your back soothingly.

"I-I'm fine." Your voice squeaks as you push Jimin's hand off you.

He raises an eyebrow at you again, your reaction surprising him, but drops it, figuring it's probably because you're sick, "Well, here's your breakfast. I'm going down to the cafeteria to get you some water. Call me or text me if anything happens or if you need something, okay?"

"O-okay, " You take the tray of food from him and he nods before getting up and leaving. You look around your room, briefly glancing over at your roommate's bed. Hopefully, she'd been out all night and hadn't seen anything.

You jump as your phone starts ringing, your tray of food nearly flying up in the air. You quickly grab your phone, accepting the call without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Hm, you sound a lot better today. How are you feeling?"

The sudden sound of his voice has your whole face heating up and your stomach flipping over in an unexplained manner, "Y-Yah! Why are you calling?! What do you want?!"

"What are you being rude for? Didn't I save your life?"

You scoff, "I would've been perfectly fine without your help. I had a plan."

"Oh, really?" He asks sarcastically, "And what was that? Run until you collapse from exhaustion?"

"I-I don't need to explain myself to you!"

"Right, it's not like I had to drag you all the way to your dorm last night, because you refused to listen to me, or anything."

"I didn't ask for your help!"

"Well, since you seem to be fine now and you don't need my help, I'll hang up." His voice is condescending and mocking. The sound of it makes your blood boil and you can't help but respond with malice.

"Fine! Hang up!"

"Try not to go running down the street in the middle of the night again, yeah?"

"I'll do whatever I want!"

His laughter fills your phone's speaker and you found yourself turning even redder, "I'm sure you will, ____, seeing as you do that and nothing else."

"I'm hanging up!"

"Alright, "

"Shut up!" You pull your phone away from your ear swiftly and end the call. You huff and throw your phone to the end of your bed. You can't understand why you'd just been so childish. He had helped you. Why did you respond so absurdly? You could feel something burning inside your chest, the feeling of it was making you irrational. You run your hands through your hair distress-fully and whine, "What's wrong with me?"

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tags

@team-work-made-the-dream-work @seokchella @crackhead1-800

[bloody-heavens]

Water and Blood |Part 1

Sakamaki Ayato x aquaphobic!reader

Warnings:Ayato being Ayato, aquaphobia

Pairing: Sakamaki Ayato x you

Word count:1430

-"Alright that's number thirty," you told Ayato as he stopped swimming his lanes. He grinned and moved towards the edge of the big indoor pool of Sakamaki mansion. You were sitting a good distance away and watched the crystal-clear water in the pool splash as he pulled himself out.

-He had asked you to count his lanes and stop his time while he was training and you,  being the good girlfriend you were, had of course agreed. There was however one problem.

-You were afraid of water.

-It had started when you were six. While playing around in the woods your sibling had accidently pushed you into a lake. They really didn't mean to but it still happened. You didn't know how to swim and so you had cried for help and trashed around in panic.

-But it had been no use as your body sunk deeper and deeper until everything went dark.

-Your parents must have been alerted by you sibling because when you woke up you were in a hospital. Since that day you had an overwhelming fear of water.

-You had never taken swim lessons or anything of the sort so with time your fear had only increased. It had resulted in panic attacks, when you tried going into water deeper than your ankles. So at some point you just accepted that it was now a part of you.

-"So now that I've completed my training why don't you come over here and give Ore-sama his reward, babe" Ayato drawled and flashed you a teasing smirk. He did deserve this, there was no doubt in Ayatos view.

-He was sure that you would easily comply as you did most of the time. So when you declined his request with a forced, somehow uncomfortable smile his one eyebrow shot up in question.

- You had never told him about your fear of water. To afraid that he would use it against you when you didn't know him very well back in the earlier states of your relationship. Heck, you were convinced he would still make fun of it... So you just tried getting out of the situation as subtle as possible. Because depending on his mood he would find some sadistic punishment if you refused too much and he found out.

-"Sure, come here and I'll give you the best reward you could ask for... " you said, hoping it would make him get out of the water if you agreed to a part of his request.

- Ayato wasn't pleased by your reply. He asked you to come to him and not the other way around. You were his prey and as such you had to listen to him. Who did you think you were to defy his orders?

-"Are you defying your master? I said come here!" he said, his tone now slightly agitated.

-Your eyes widened a little. You had not meant to make him angry. If anything this made your position in this situation worse. Your thoughts ran wild as you tried to come up with a solution.

-"I will, of course! But it's so much more comfortable for us here than in that cold water. You know what, why don't you come to the bench over here?"

You didn't have the time to finish bracing yourself as he got out of the pool and came to a stop directly in front of you in his vampire speed. It happened so fast you didn't know what was happening. In a flash his one hand wrapped around your waist and the other pulled at your hand.

-He had you pinned against his chest and started to lean towards you. You already anticipated his fangs to sink into you neck and closed your eyes. Your plan to get him out of the water had succeeded.

-But then his mouth stopped at your ear.

-"So you think you can order Ore-sama around and get a reward afterwards, huh?"

- The question was asked in a low dangerous voice. It was the kind of voice that made you freeze and open your eyes again in fear. His head was now directly over your shoulder.

-"It doesn't work that way, baby! Looks like I have to punish you so you'll know your place again, "he said and scooped you up into a princess-carry.

-Your eyes widened in horror as you realized what he was going to do. Instantly you looked towards the pool and then his face in fear.

-He smirked. You sure were a smart girl... But it seemed not smart enough to know not to defy him. He watched your eyes beg him not to do it. But there was something in them he couldn't quite place. He decided to ignore it.

-As he didn't care about the way your hands desperately tried to hold onto his shoulders he just kept walking towards the pool in an antagonizingly slow pace.

-You knew he was going to throw you in so you tried everything to get out of his hold. Squirming didn't work and neither did trying to persuade him.

-The edge of the pool came closer and with it your fear rose. The panic and feelings from back then came to you. No, not again!

-"Ayato, pleas- Ahh!"

-He had ignored your desperate pleading and thrown you in.

-The moment you hit the water you were in another time. This wasn't Sakamaki manor anymore. You were living that fateful day again. 

-Just like back then you struggled and trashed around trying desperately to keep your head over water. Screams of fear and pleas for help left your lips but it was nothing or nobody there.

-You were sinking further and further into the cold of the lake of your past.

-Ayato stood at the edge of the pool in smug satisfaction. But this emotion quickly turned into confusion as he watched you struggle and cry for help.

-His eyes widened just as yours had done moments ago.

-Fuck! Couldn't you swim? He saw one of your hands break through the surface, stretched in a final cry for help. Then suddenly he felt like he was thrown into the past as well.

-You cried the same way he did when Cordelia had left him in the lake when he had no idea how to swim.

-As realization dawned on him he was already jumping back into the pool. He dove under and saw your figure sink deeper and deeper towards the ground.

-He swam towards you and even though it could have only been a few seconds with his vampire powers itseemed like minutes till he reached you.

-Your eyes were closed and it seemed like you were sleeping. Your expression with your hair floating around your head seemed almost peaceful but he knew better.

-As he pulled you into him, one hand around your waist the other behind your head, he connected your lips to give you air through his mouth. It worked and your eyes started to open. But as soon as realization hit you, you started to struggle in his arms.

-Of course you couldn't struggle against his vampire strength but you were still in panic and trashing around.

-He realized you wouldn't calm down until you were out of the water and started bringing you towards the surface breaking through it moments later.

-He was quick to get you towards the edge and sit you down on it. Then he pulled himself out and into a seating position with you immediately secured in his lap.

-His arms went around you again and you cried into his chest.

-When you started to hyperventilate he knew he had to do something. He tilted up your head and locked his poison green ones onto yours that were still closed.

-"Shh, it's okay. I'm here, you're not in the water anymore. Look, I got you!" he cooed and in that moment he didn't care about his image for once. The only thing that mattered was making you feel save. Making you realize that the nightmare of your past was over.

-Slowly you started to calm down. Ayatos strong arms were around you keeping you save from harm. His eyes stared at you attentively to pick up any sign that you would start crying again.

-After what felt like hours your arms went around his neck to return the hug. He sighed relived and pulled you incredibly closer.

-And as he connected his lips with yours he swore to himself he would never ever let you go through that again.

PART 2?

[the-fangirl-way]

2: Ink

I looked up Harry's file, I had looked at it before on the FBI page, but it was the standard documents, medical history, school records, and his background.

I pulled out the access code Mr. Callahan had given me and typed it into the systems network, instantly at least thirty more documents on Harry came up, these were the very private documents that only officials such as Mr. Callahan and the higher ranked officers were allowed access to.

The newest up to date picture of Harry had been his mugshot from six months ago, back when his skin wasn't so pale it was almost gray, or when his cheeks weren't so sunken in from malnourishment. His hair was tamed, still long, but not as long as it was now.

Harry had been an attractive guy at one point, although I would never admit that to anyone.

Reports of Harry's recent run in with the law came up and I wasn't shocked to find out he had ties with several drug busts and had been caught using more than once. It was minor charges of marijuana, nothing heavier than THC.

The next few files were smaller accusations, a DUI, and a claim of property damage, the dated year was Harry's senior year of high school, no doubt a stupid high school prank.

Nothing really seemed to stand out, but I jotted down the small accounts in the file.

The next couple of pages were more or less just added information, court dates, tickets, so on and so forth.

It wasn't until about the fifth page I found the one document that could be my potential next lead.

Mr. Samuel Tracey, the owner of the handgun found in Harry's car that night.

It looked like I was going to have to pay Mr. Tracey a visit.   

Samuel Tracey lived six blocks from my apartment, he wasn't hard to find.

I knocked on his door and waited patiently, I could hear shuffling from the other side. Finally a gruff voice hollered "Who is it?"

"Detective DeLaney. I'm looking for a Samuel Tracey." I said holding up my badge to the peephole, the deadbolt clicked and the door cracked open before an old man with a beard submerged from behind it.

He was wearing glasses and a sweater vest, those were the first things I noticed about Mr. Tracey.

"What do you want?"

"Mr. Tracey, have you ever seen this man?" I asked holding up a picture of Harry from the folder in my hands.

Tracey studied the picture for a second before nodding slightly.

"I've seen him. Why? What has he done?"

I looked around, his house was located on a busy street, cars and people passing by.

"It's kind of a personal matter, mind if I come inside?" I asked and he paused before slowly moving out of the doorway allowing me to step inside.

His home was warm, and smelled old.

"Have a seat." Tracey grumbled before taking a seat himself on the recliner across from the couch.

"So what's he done?"

"Well, Mr. Tracey-"

"Call me Sam." He corrected.

"He was found about six months ago with a handgun in his car, this particular handgun belonged to you." I said and he sighed a long exasperated sigh.

"Damn kids." He mumbled under his breath.

"Excuse me?" I asked and he rubbed his hands together sitting forward.

"Harry and my boy were friends, Douglas," He said gesturing to a picture of a young man about Harry's age hanging on the wall.

"Douglas was killed about two months ago in a drug heist." Tracey said clearing his throat and I instantly felt sympathy for him.

"I'm so sorry."

"No, he was always getting into trouble, hell from the time he was in elementary school I was getting calls for his behavior, I didn't expect much more out of him as he got older." He explained, I noticed then the bottle of scotch and glass sitting on the coffee table. Mr. Tracey poured himself a glass before offering me some which I declined.

"My wife Laura," He continued, "died giving birth, leaving me to raise Douglas. I tried my best by him, worked three jobs to give him the best life I could give him, but he took it for granted." He said taking a sip of his drink.

"Mr. Tra- Sam," I corrected, "You said Harry and your son were friends?" I asked and he nodded.

"Harry and Douglas went to school together, and they were friends all the way up until about six months ago when Harry disappeared. They would hang out after school and once they graduated my son and Harry would hang out almost every other day or so, no doubt both doing things they shouldn't do, which leads me to ask again, what did Harry do?"

I sighed and opened the folder containing Harry's file.

"About six months ago the police found Harry's car outside of a Mr. Wesley Langston's home, he had been waiting there for about four hours for Mr. Langston to return home, and he had your handgun in the car with him. He also had some rope, sheets, duct tape, other various items, so the intent was clear what he was planning on doing." I said and Mr. Tracey's features changed to surprised by the news.

"Harry?" He asked and I nodded.

"Harry was such a good kid, I mean, he got into trouble like Douglas but Harry would never try to kill anyone.."

"I would like to think so too Mr. Tracey, but as of right now Harry is still pledging guilty until proven otherwise." I said and Tracey sighed.

"I don't know anything about the gun. I realized it was missing about two weeks ago when I was going through my things trying to find something to sell to pay my rent," he said taking another sip, "since Douglas passed I've let myself slip, I lost all three of my jobs, of course, the government takes no pity on people like me. So I decided to try and sale some of my things to get money to get back on my feet until I could find a job, I didn't even know the gun was gone until then." He explained and I nodded sympathizing.

"Well, the gun will stay with the police for evidence until the trial is over and decided, if you want it back-"

"I don't want it back." Tracey said cutting me off.

"Tell them to keep it, I'll even sign my name over to them, I just, I don't want it back. I'm old," He started, "I'm old and I'm at the point now, my wife is gone, my son is gone, if someone breaks into my house with the intent to kill me, well, I'll be ready." His eyes were misty and I swallowed a lump, such a sad thing when someone doesn't value their life anymore after all the trials and tribulations they had been through.

"I understand." I said finally, gathering my things to leave.

"I'll let the police department know that you want to sign the title over to them, I'm sure someone will contact you within the next week or so to do it."

Tracey nodded and then he too stood up.

"I'm sorry I wasn't more help." He said and I shook my head.

"No, you were a good help, I can mark this off my list." I said and he smiled a small smile then offered to walk me out.

"Thank you for your time Mr. er, Sam." I corrected.

"You're quite welcome Ms. DeLaney."

I headed to my car, it had started to rain, shocker.

My phone began to ring and it was Lennon.

"Hello?"

"Good morning." He said from the other end and I could practically hear his flirty smirk.

"Are you off today?" I asked.

"I am, I was actually wondering if you wanted to get some lunch?" He asked and I wanted to say yes, but I knew I had far too much research to do.

"I would love to, but Callahan has me on Harry search all weekend."

"Oh, I understand." He said sighing.

There was a silence.

"So I'm guessing our dinner plans are off for tonight then?"

I felt my heart sink, I had forgotten about our date.

"Tristan I-"

"No really, it's fine." He said sincerely although I knew he was really disappointed.

I thought about it for a minute.

"You know what? How does takeout sound? My place tonight? Maybe you can help me with my research." I said and I heard him chuckle.

"Sounds great. Seven?"

"Seven." I agreed before hanging up.

I drove to the library, it was always quiet there and I figured I could get some more research done.

The wind whipped around me creating goosebumps on my arms and legs, I was glad I had chosen to wear slacks today.

As I stepped through the library door, the warmth welcomed me, I always silently adored libraries, the smell of books and the serene calm of the silence of those going into parallel universes created in their minds by the turning of each page.

The librarian, Doris, knew me well, she lived in our building for while after Devlin and I moved in and I had come to this library many times in the past to do research on cases. She smiled fondly at me as I walked over the help desk.

"Detective DeLaney nice to see you."

"Doris, I told you, call me Avery." I said smiling and she laughed.

"I'll try to remember that."

I smiled at at her and headed over to the table I usually sat at, pulling out my laptop and connecting it to the internet.

The next four hours I spent looking up every single detail I could get about Harry, his mother Anne, his sister Gemma, his father Desmond, all of the people in his life. There was nothing out of the ordinary, which only infuriated me more that I wasn't getting anything.

My cell phone buzzed in my pocket and I stepped outside to take the call, it was Devlin.

"Hey Ave, I'm on lunch wanna grab something?" She asked and I thought about declining but the growl in my stomach told me otherwise.

"Where?"

**

I met Devlin at Wahaca, a Mexican restaurant, she was sitting in a corner booth clad in her scrubs, today was Minnie Mouse.

"I ordered you a tequila sunrise." She said smirking and I rolled my eyes.

"It's midday."

"And? You walked here didn't you?"

I started to protest but the waitress reappeared with a large glass of orange and red liquid, an umbrella and orange wedge sat on top.

"Thank you."

She took our order before disappearing again.

"So, any news on Styles?" She asked dipping a chip in salsa.

"No, and the only lead I got turned out to not really be a lead at all. Turns out the gun that was on him belonged to a friend of his father, his son, Harry's friend, was killed a couple of months ago and he doesn't want the gun back." I said and she looked sympathetic.

"How sad."

"Tell me about it."

"So what now?" She asked and I shrugged tugging on my hair.

"I have no idea Dev, Callahan wants all this information on Styles by Monday and I have nothing."

"What about the other guy? Langston right?"

"I haven't done a lot of research on him yet, but the police already talked to him and said he cleared." I said and she nodded.

"You should still do some research just in case they missed something."

"You're right." I agreed and the food arrived.

We ate and talked some more about the case and her job.

"I'm telling you, if he asks again I'm tempted to do it." She said and I laughed.

"I think you should, he's good looking, smart, he's obviously got money.."

"Yeah, yeah." She said waving her hand.

"What about you and Officer sexy?" She asked talking about Lennon, I could feel my cheeks reddening.

"He's actually coming over tonight."

Her eyebrows lifted and she smirked.

"Oh really? Should I occupy myself with something tonight and leave you two...?"

"No, it's not like that." I said rolling my eyes, "He's just coming to help me with the case."

"Mmhmm, I hope you shaved your legs."

I rolled my eyes but could feel my cheeks blazing again.

"I mean it's not like you haven't-"

I blushed even harder and avoided her gaze.

"Oh my God, you haven't slept with him yet? Seriously?"

"Shut up." I said and she burst into a fit of giggles.

"Ave! Get on it! I mean literally get on it. "

"Shut up!"

"I'm just saying!" She said throwing her hands up and then checking her watch.

"Shit, I have to get back to work."

I nodded and slid out of the booth behind her, laying a tip on the table as we walked out.

"I'll see you at home." I said and she shook her head.

"Oh no, I'm not coming home until late, I'll leave you and Officer Hot Pants to it."

I smacked her on the arm and she laughed again before hugging me and departing in the opposite direction to her car.

The walk back to the library was short, but I was freezing by the time I got there.

**

My muscles were stiff from sitting so long and when I checked the time I jumped in panic to realize that it was going on five thirty.

I put my laptop back in my bag and my things before waving goodbye to Doris and leaving the library.

The air outside had dropped measurably and I shivered getting into my car putting the heat on full blast.

When I got to the apartment I took a quick shower, shaving my legs I felt the heat return to my cheeks, Devlin could be right.

**

I was in the kitchen when I heard the doorbell buzz and I headed to the speaker.

Come on up." I said and within a few minutes I heard a light tap on the door.

I opened the door, expecting to see Tristan on the other side, but who was there instead had my heart pounding, my head swimming, and the feeling of vomit creeping up my windpipe.

He was leaning up against the door frame, his arms crossed, clad in a white tee shirt and a pair of black jeans; his inky tattoos snaked up his arms and across his torso visible through his thin tee shirt. His hair was now tamed and swirled in waves around his face, a smirk placed on his full lips, his green eyes burning dangerously into mine.

"Hello Avery." Greeted Harry.  

[forgedobsidian]

Hi. I'm the anon that sent you all those asks a while back that you wrote amazing fanfic for. I've been thinking about this scenario for a while and I want to share it with you. It's probably the worst thing I've ever come up with and I'm very very sorry. 1/5.

Ok so this future scenario starts out happy enough, with Izuku working as a hero and gradually gaining popularity. Even though he’s very busy with work, he of course makes time to visit All Might regularly. All Might isn’t getting any younger, he’s retired from teaching, his hair is more grey than blonde now, he’s been having some issues with arthritis in his hands. And lately, Izuku has been noticing changes in All Might that make him anxious. 2/5.

Lately All Might has seemed distracted as well as tired, more than he usually is. He’s also lost weight, which Izuku didn’t know was possible considering how thin All Might already was. One day All Might invites Izuku over for tea and Izuku just knows that this isn’t just a social call. He’s right. While they are having tea All Might tells Izuku that he’s been diagnosed with cancer. 3/5.

Izuku is shocked and scared, asking all sorts of questions such as if he’s started treatment yet and what sort of chances he has. All Might stops him and tells him that he isn’t going through with the treatment. He says there is pretty much no chance of him surviving chemo with his health how it is and not going through with chemo will probably give him longer left to live. Izuku tries to argue but All Might won’t budge and it ends with All Might holding Izuku while he cries. 4/5.

All Might eventually gets round to telling all of his old students about his diagnosis and his decision and they all react in their own way such as lots of anger and swearing from Bakugo. In the following month they all try to spend as much time with All Might as possible before he passes away. 5/5.

Ah, multi-ask-anon!! Hello!! I’m happy to hear from you again!! Your ideas are always the best, tbh.

Okay, ouch?? Frigging ouch?? This is terribly painful IN MY BONES and I love it.

The image of a fully-fledged Izuku, thriving as a hero, was wonderful, as well as the idea of a old All Might. Izuku is strong, but maybe not as tall or as beefy as All Might was in his prime. Toshinori stoops a lot more, his joints are thick with age and use, maybe he has to wear glasses all the time to help his worsening eyesight.

Izuku noticing things about All Might’s behavior that make him anxious … ouch. He forgets things sometimes, like where he placed his glasses or his cane. It’s easier for him to be distracted, or keep track of a conversation. It’s hard for him to stay warm. The image of an old All Might just starting to steadily lose weight is making me cry on my keyboard HECK. He’s already so thin, and he looses what lean muscle he had. It doesn’t take any effort at all from Izuku to simply pick Toshinori up.

The cancer diagnosis … I love the way you think, anon. The Pain™ is always top quality.

Izuku … gosh, Izuku. He would be hurting so so much. All Might is his hero, was there for him when he needed help, and by this point he’d probably have come to the realization that Toshinori was his father-figure. He’d be losing so much, and would be so confused. Toshinori’s choice to not go through with treatment makes sense. His health is already bad, and chemo might kill him faster than the cancer itself. It would probably take a while for Izuku to really accept his decision, since Toshinori has always been so determined about living. Izuku might take his decision as a sign of his teacher giving up.

Eventually, though, Izuku understands. He has to. This isn’t an enemy he can fight, or outwit, or even befriend. It’s a fact of life that everything ends (”All roads come to an end,” to quote Toshinori talking to Bakugou). He’s fortunate to have been given as much time with Toshinori as he had, and ultimately he remembers the happy times instead of being bitter that they had to end.

All of Toshinori’s students make time to visit when they can. They all notice that he’s lost weight, and his health is failing. Toshinori would be rail-thin by the end, his face drawn and narrow even moreso that it had already been. They know it won’t be long.

Bakugou is angry, but he understands. Kirishima starts crying right away, and it doesn’t stop for a while. Uraraka goes very quiet and just gives All Might a tight hug, and if she cries onto his shoulder he never complains. Todoroki spends a lot of time with his former teacher, just reading and being in the same room. They all visit, sometimes in groups, and Toshinori is always happy to see them.

And maybe this is just a typo, but you said that in the “following month they all try to spend as much time with All Might as possible before he passes away.” That makes me think that he only lived a month after telling his students about the diagnosis and my heart literally did a painful squeeze.

I’ve thought about All Might’s eventual death before, and for some reason I always imagined it as a slow decline until a peaceful passing (”Cyclamen” aside). This idea fits perfectly. He would know he was loved and appreciated, and he would be glad to have seen everyone one last time. Izuku is holding his hand when he passes away.

This idea is wonderful, anon. I got inspired and, I hope this okay, wrote down a scene.

Thank you so much for sharing your idea. It’s fantastic!!

“How long have you known?”

“A week.”

Izuku let out a shaky breath. “Alright. When do you start treatment?”

“My boy,” Toshinori sighed. “I’m not going through with treatment.”

“W-what?” Izuku felt his chest drop.

“I’m not doing chemo. That was my decision.”

“And what are your chances without the treatment!?” Izuku felt a surge of anger in his chest, and he was aware of how close he was to shattering the mug in his hand.

“Izuku, calm down.”

“No! You’re dying, All Might, and you’re not doing anything to stop it! That’s not like you!”

“Izuku, look at me.”

The younger man raised his head, seeing the exhaustion in Toshinori’s eyes and his wasted frame. His hands were thick-knuckled and permanently numb, the nerve damage of too many fights never managing to heal. His hair was gray, only brief shimmerings of blond left in his untamed mane of hair.

“Do you really think I would survive chemo?”

“It might give you a chance!”

“Me being the way I am, the treatment would kill me faster than the cancer, Izuku.”

“It’s not … that’s not …” Izuku felt himself start to hyperventilate, and he tried to get his breathing under control. He cursed under his breath.

Toshinori reached out, one hand fastening on Izuku’s upper arm and the other curling around the back of his head. The retiree pulled his successor into a tight hug, resting his chin on Izuku’s head.

“It’s not fair.” Izuku choked out a sob, throwing his arms gently around Toshinori’s torso. His head rested on Toshinori’s shoulder, and he buried his face in the side of his teacher’s neck.

Toshinori felt tears start to trail down his back. “I know, my boy. I know.”

Toshinori held Izuku, one hand slowly rubbing circles into the hero’s back. Izuku cried into his shoulder, face buried in Toshinori’s shirt. They both wondered how much time was left.

[reveriewriting]

Script for “REALLY GOOD MOVIE”

(Formatting is a little wonky, can’t figure how to upload this in a better way)

SCENE 1 ENTER WILL

In a house in Milwaukee (though we don't know this yet),it is night and a man walks through his house obviously exhausted.

John is in the kitchen at 2:00 AM making a cup of sleepy time tea due to his insomnia, Will enters through the back door.

John notices Will opening the door and stands there speechless before regaining his composure.

               JOHN    What the hell are you doing here.

The blue glow from the various kitchen appliances leaves an ominous light on Will's face.

               WILL    I was in the area, I figured I should drop in and see how you've been.

               JOHN        (irritated and baffled)    At this time of night?

Will's eyes fall to Jim's flowery pajamas to which John replies by crossing his arms. A short silence falls over the two men.

               JOHN    I'm asking you one more time Will..

               WILL    Can't you just greet an old friend and be happy that I'm here

Will takes a seat.

               JOHN        (exasperated)    Are you serious? Five years John.. do you know how much time that is?! and you expect for me to act like nothings happened.

Will looks nonplussed.

               JOHN    Where have you been?

               WILL    Travelling, mainly outside of the states.

               JOHN    Is that supposed to assure me?

Will shrugs.

John begins to pace around the kitchen occasionally stealing glances at Will.

Will thumbs the tag on the tea bag.

               WILL    Is this supposed to help you?

               JOHN        ( bewildered, angry and exasperated)    Yes, no.. does it matter. It's not going to help me much now is it!

John gets into a small fit and begins to mutter angrily.

               WILL        (calmly)    You should take a seat.

John gives him a sharp look.

               JOHN        (whisper yelling)    You do not break into my house.. at two in the morning.. after five years.. and push me to the brink of a mental break down, and then ask me to take a seat!

The two men stare at each other. Another silence passes.

               WILL    Do you think I could get a glass of water-

               JOHN    WILLIAM I AM ASKING YOU RIGHT NOW TO LEAVE MY HOUSE!

Will stares at John, anger slowly escapes onto his face and he rises. Another silence.

               WILL    Five years... John we both know that's nothing. Christ you look exactly the same.

Will turns towards the kitchen door through which he entered. He turns around to address John. The glistening of blood can be seen on Will's arm.

               WILL    Tomorrow John.

Will exits and slams the door behind. A sleepy moan escapes from a voice upstairs.

John sits in the dark, now the blue light hits his face. After a bit he abruptly gets up.

QUICK CUT TO JOHN IN THE BATHROOM.

John rinses his face and stares at his reflection in the pale bathroom light. He holds his head and presses his palms into his eyes.

CUT TO JOHN GETTING INTO BED.

A second persons silhouette can be seen in the bed. John's eyes stare almost unblinkingly at the wall, bloodshot and worried. When he finally closes his eyes the screen cuts to black.

SCENE 2 MORNING

John awakes alone in his bed. The covers have been thrown off on the other side. He rises slowly and makes his way down the hall.

As he walks voices can be heard coming from the downstairs. He turns to wash in the bathroom, realizes there is multiple voices, and hurries downstairs.

Sitting at the table where John and Will talked last night, are Will and John's boyfriend: Kevin. A pot of tea stands on the stove, two cups are set on the table, both still slightly steaming.

kevin    Hey good-morning-

               JOHN    Will what are you doing here?

Will waves at John.

               KEVIN        (A little oblivious to the tone and tension)    Your friend stopped by John, all the way from New York!

John turns to the microwave, the digital blue letters display 6:15.

               JOHN    It's a little early to have guests. Kevin looks at John disapprovingly.

               KEVIN    His flight just got in, I couldn't leave him outside in the cold.

Kevin smiles warmly at Will who responds with a weak smile. He then extends his arm to pull John closer. John doesn't reply and continues to glare at Will.

               KEVIN    Oh don't mind him, he's just tired... so what brings you to Milwaukee?

               WILL    Just here for business. Haven't visited in awhile.

John, now more agitated by the conversation, pulls away from Kevin.

               JOHN    Could I talk to you privately Will.

Kevin begins to add ingredients to the tea sitting in front of him. He adds 4 sugar cubes, and pours milk from the carton sitting in front of him. He offers some to Will but he declines.

               KEVIN        (Ignoring John)    Oh? When was the last time you were here?

               WILL    I'd say bout five years now...

               KEVIN        (speaking quickly)    Five years? That's quite some time. You know there's some new buildings in the downtown that have been built since then, real modern ones too, you know, the ones that are supposed to look like they're gonna fall over. Can never be sure these da-

               JOHN    WILLIAM!

               KEVIN    John what is wrong with you-

               WILL    Sorry Kevin, one moment.

John opens the backdoor and the two men exit. The outside is quite dark except for the streetlamps and the sunlight now peaking over the nearby roofs. John leads him onto a patch of grass on the side of the house. The grass is damp and frosty and John is in his socks.

Once they are out of earshot John pushes Will.

               JOHN    What are you doing here Will.

               WILL    John-

John moves in very close to Will and points aggressively into his chest.

               JOHN    I want answers.. I want you to leave..

               WILL    John, they're after me again.

               JOHN        (confused)    Wh-who? What are talking about!

               WILL        (getting more and more terrified as he continues speaking)    John its..John its those agents.. They stopped following me, they promised, but there back, they know.

John steps back from Will and stares at him, starting to take in the weight of the situation at hand.

               JOHN    Are you sure Will?

               WILL    Of course... I'd know them anywhere.

Will lets his weight press against the house wall and his breathe can be seen in the street light. John looks around in case anyone is watching them. Will seems to momentarily regain his confidence.

               WILL        (looking at John in the eyes, he obliviously seems burdened)    We should of destroyed that machine when we found it.

John hushes Will as a morning commuter walks by. We can see his head bobbing from over the fence, once he is out of earshot John turns to Will.

               JOHN    Can't you tell them stop, we don't even have it anymore.

               WILL    Do you think they believe that? That we just gave it away, of course not! John I'v tried I don't know what's going on.

John takes as second to ponder. The cold is causing him to begin to shake. He wraps his arms around himself and begins mumbling angrily.

Will takes note of this and approaches him.

               WILL    We should go back inside John.

John looks at him, almost pitifully. Then realization crosses his face.

               JOHN    Is this why you're here?

               WILL        (looks around nervously)    John please keep your voice down...

               JOHN        (beginning to get angry)    You've run out of options so you come here!

               WILL    John...

               JOHN    You come in and ruin my life! Again! Isn't that just typical William!

               WILL        (still attempting to calm down John)    Please they might be near...

               JOHN    Near... Yea near MY HOME Will! Did you ever think about that? The fact that I have a life! And that I don't care about this stupid machine! That's why we got rid of it-

Will put his hand over John's mouth trying to shut him up.

The two men begin to struggle with each other, eventually ending up in the backyard. John is smaller in comparison then Will but is putting up quite a good fight despite his size.

               WILL        (currently pinned down by John)    John you know this concerns you too!

John continues fighting him.

               WILL    I came to warn you-

Will gets a kick in the side. Some blood can be seen seeping through his jacket sleeve.

               WILL    They don't just want me they know you were in on it John...

The fighting ceases momentarily and John calms down. Will's anxious face begins to soften hoping that John has realized what is going to happen.

John raises his fist suddenly for a punch when Kevin runs out.

               KEVIN    WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

John and Will turn to face him, unsure how to act. John jumps off Will and brushes himself off. Will picks himself up and does the same. The three men stand in the freezing backyard

SCENE 3 COVER UP