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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ High on hatred ~

Warnings: SMUT, college!au, stoner!jisung, fem!reader, goodstudent x badstudent, illegal substances, fingering, blowjob, aggressivity(?), choking, hairpulling, penetrative sex (stay safe :c), nicknames (babygirl, slut..), hickies, cuddles!

Word count: 3,134 words (ok cherry slow down ffs)

Requested: yesyes~ thank u anon for requestiiing cc:

Note: ok huge note here! i literally know nothing about drugs/illegal substances (or even legal substances for maybe except my raging caffeine addiction) (where im from most substances are illegal heh) so please understand if this shits written like shit) also bad boys x good girls is my WEAKNESS since i always want some “bad boy” to wreck my good girl agenda hahahsh

Jisung wasn’t the most outstanding student in college but somehow you ended up being partners for a group project. The quiet straight A kid with the failing stoner, you could already imagine how this would go. You sat next to him in the lecture hall after your professor had announced the pairs and dreaded introducting yourself but your parents raised you with the belief that kindness comes first so you took a deep breath and said:

“Hi! I’m y/n” you smiled at him. His gaze met yours, those dark brown eyes were somewhat bloodshot and his aura reeked of smoke.

“Sup, Jisung” he waved with his thumb, pointer- and middle finger lazily towards you as his gaze scanned your body. You felt a bit uncomfortable by his predatory stare so you shifted in your seat, adjusting the white flowy skirt you had on.

“Ehm.. so.. how do you want to structure up the project? I was thinking that we could divide the parts by-” you were stopped by his scoff. You looked at him in confusion. This would be much more difficult than you anticipated.

“Come over to my house tonight babygirl” his corny smirk and raspy voice made you want to punch him. Taken aback you turned your head slightly as you said;

“What? So I can be another one of the girls you fuck?” your blood was boiling. Who does he think he is with his snapback and dangly silver earrings?

“Chill, I was thinking about working on the project but you seem to have other plans in mind with me” he smirked, still observing you.

Your face turned beet red and Jisungs cocky attitude did not help in the slightest.

“I.. I d-didn’t mean that..” you stuttered but you decided to shut up to not make the situation worse. Jisung reached for the post-it notes that were by your side and wrote something down. He teared it off the pad and just as you stood up, hoping to walk away and never see him again you heard him say;

“Babygirl, come at 7″ he stretched out his arm, hand holding the note.

You grabbed it aggressively and stomped off as you heard him yell “Come safely babygirl”

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On your way home you crumbled up the note and stuffed it in your pocket. You had no intention of meeting him but when you arrived home you reached for the pink note in your pocket as you took off your backpack and sat down in the kitchen. The pink note had his adress on it. The urge to just scream and rip up the note was strong but something stopped you and that was the fact that you needed to get this project done. You were not going to fail because of some stoner. You unpacked your bag and started studying on some of your other courses but the note always lurked in the corner of your eye.

Hours later you stood infront of your mirror putting different shirts on hangers against your torso, comparing the colors. Being preoccupied with choosing the cutest shirt you didn’t notice the fact that you tried to look your best for Jisung. Eventually you snapped out of your good girl side that always wanted to look presentable. Why do I care about what he thinks of me? You rolled your eyes and put the shirts back into your closet as you took out a sweatshirt and a matching pair of sweatpants. “This will do” you said under your breath as you slipped into the comfortable fabric before you ordered a taxi.

“Shit better be worth it” you sighed as you clicked “proceed” and saw the sum. You packed your bag with the necessary stationary, threw on a fluffy ivory jacket and grabbed the keys with a jingle.

You greeted the taxi driver whose taxi stood infront of the apartment complex. Before you headed out you managed to grab the pink note and now showed it to the driver that nodded whilst the soft radio static played in the background. The town looked so peaceful in the evenings, the artificial lights from the thousands of offices reflected in your glistening eyes as you looked out the window. You noticed that your shoulders were tense signaling that you were nervous which was dumb. Why would you be nervous to meet a dirtbag that has the right to call you ‘babygirl’? A shudder cascaded down your spine at the though of that awful nickname, especially when it echoed in your head in Jisungs voice.

The taxi halted infront of a long block of brick apartment complexes, the nightlife being busy as usual in the big city you resided. A small “thank you” slipped out of your tongue before you opened the car door and were met by the cold breeze. The entrence had grand glas and wood double doors which opened with a loud creek. You looked at the note once again, checking what apartment number the boy lived in. “248″ you muttered as you made your way up the stone staircase. “Found it”, you stood infront of the slightly bashed ivy colored door. Your hesitant fist made it’s way to knock on the door and after 5 nervewracking seconds the tall, slim boy opened the door with a joint between his lips. Smoke was emitting from behind him and the organic scent hit your nostrils.

“You came babygirl” he leaned against the door frame as he drew in the smoke from the joint and blew it towards you. You coughed and waved your hand infront of your nose, clearing the smoke.

“What you standing for? Come in” he snapped his head backwards as a sign for you to step in. You looked down and entered the small smoke-filled apartment. He went to his room and you followed behind with small steps observing the disorganised living space that was cluttered with takeout boxes and photos of friends. His room wasn’t any better. Piles of laundry sat everywhere in the small room and the bed wasn’t made. Did he seriously think that the two of you could do the project when there was a mess wherever you looked? He kicked a pile of clothes away from the carpet and threw a cushion from the bed towards you. He sat down on the carpet as he drew in another breath of smoke into his lungs. Reluctantly you sat down on the cushion opposite to Jisung that was dressed in a boxy white t-shirt and black basketball shorts.

The big bunch of papers that were required for the project came out of your backpack that was sitting beside you. You spread out the papers on the carpet to make sure Jisung could see but he didn’t seem interested. Instead he kept on smoking as he stared at you intentively, that preditory gaze of his returning. As you were about to start talking about the ideas you had he stretched out his hand offering you a puff. You furrowed your eyebrows as a response to his action.

“No thanks, I don’t do... that..” you said whilst shaking your head gently.

That teeth-gritting smirk was plastered on his face as he said:

“You sure babygirl? It will help you relax” he heightened his eyebrows at you.

Normally you would be very stubborn. You never let anyone do something to you that you didn’t like but in that moment you were swooned by his presence. Was it your feelings or the smoke that you had been breathing in? Without thinking twice you grabbed the joint from his hand to which he licked his lips, grinning.

You put it against your lips and puffed deeply, tasting the smoke in your mouth and feeling it spread in your lungs. A loud cough startled Jisung a bit and you passed the joint back to the brown haired boy. Instantly he looked thousands times more attractive. ‘I must be crazy’ you though as you gently shook your head and tried to concentrate at the papers laid out infront of you. In your peripheral view you saw Jisung shift closer to you and you lifted your head up to look at him. There was something intoxicating about him. The way his brown locks hanged over his eyes or how his piercings shined in the light from outside or maybe it was that veiny hand that held the flaming joint. Whatever it was you found yourself leaning closer to him. Just as he hit the joint again, the smoke spreading in his mouth, you attached your light pink lips onto his plump ones. Jisung opened his mouth in the kiss, crashing his tongue on yours which made the smoke enter your mouth. Being to caught up in the moment Jisung put out the joint on the dark wood flooring which probably was a huge fire hazard but did either of you care in the moment? No.

The kiss was passionate coming from the tremendous amount of sexual tension in the air. Jisung veiny hand cupped your blushing cheek for a second before it snaked around the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the wet sloppy kiss. You broke the kiss for a moment to stand up and Jisung did the same but only for a moment as you were pushed down against the unmade bed. It smelled just like him. The substances he was smoking accentuated his natural smell because of course it wasn’t just weed but tobacco as well. You remembered the countless times he had been smoking a cigarette with his friends outside the college department and the momentary eye contact the two of you made before you hurried off to your other classes. It always seemed like his gaze lingered on you even as you walked away.

You landed with your hands beside your head. As Jisung hovered above you he held both of your hands in his, pinning you to the bed. The wet patch in your panties was growing simply by seeing him on top of you. He leaned down to kiss you once again, biting so hard on your bottom lip that it almost drew blood. The two tongues fought for dominance but the second his hand crept underneath your sweatshirt you lost, a low whine escape your mouth in defeat. Your heads twisted as the makeout session got a slow but steady pace. His hand was warm but more substantial than you though against your boobs which he squeezed harshly through your white bra. Involuntarily your hand grabs a fist of his hair making him smirk against the kiss.

“Desperate babygirl?” he coaxes you.

“Desperate to get this over with so we can work on the project” you answer inbetween kisses.

“I think you have a much bigger problem to worry about” he growled and looked down for a split second.

As if the smoke wasn’t enough this just added fuel to the fire, both to the deep red color your cheeks were stained with and the wetness in your panties. His clothes were off in a blink and before you knew it he was pulling away yours as well, leaving you with nothing but your slightly embarrassing pink panties that were decorated with a small animal print.

“Aren’t you adorable?” he cooed at you as his hand trailed down your torso and plummeted into your panties.

“Shut up-ahh” your attempt of trying to bring his cocky attitude failed once again when he brutally entered two fingers into your sopping cunt. You couldn’t help but to moan as he started to pump his digits inside of you obviously enjoying the sight of the good girl being demolished beneath his touch. When he started to circle your clit with his thumb you held on to his wrist, digging your nails into his skin in order to stop a loud moan. Jisungs fingertips grazed your g-spot and by this point your small whines turned into breathy moans.

“I though you didn’t like me?” he said arrogantly.

“I don’t” you tried to keep your composure even though his fingers felt so good inside of you.

“Judging by your wet cunt you seem to like me very much, babygirl” he said while grabbing a fistful of your hair. You couldn’t argue because if you really hated him why were you so desperate to have his length inside of you?

Jisungs fingers pulled out of you, your juices covered his digits and as his fingers got closer to your face you opened your mouth and sucked them clean. He harshly pulls you up by your hair, now sitting on the edge of the bed as Jisung stands infront of you. His dick had both girth and length which made your mouth water by just the sight. The red tip was decorated with a bead of precum and as he still held your hair he put the tip against your lips. Instantly you started sucking him off. First you kitten licked the tip of his immense dick being a bit afraid of his size but Jisung got impatient and yanked you by your hair once again, making you take him fully in your mouth and choking. Your eyes burned as they teared up but that didn’t stop you from sucking him off, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head profusely. He didn’t seem too impressed though.

“I think I found one thing babygirl can’t do. Sucking dick” he grinned as he looked you deep in the eyes for a second before he bucked his hips into your mouth and facefucked you. His length hit the back of your throat everytime he fucked into you but you were to busy looking at his perfect face. Those sinful grunts that came out from his mouth made you rub your thighs in desperation. How could someone you hated look so ethereal with his dick in your mouth? The way sweat beads formed around his temple and coated a couple of those light brown streaks. The way his big hand held your hair tightly and most importantly those sounds. Those lewd sounds that rolled off his tongue.

He rolled his head back and then looked back at you, catching you staring at him.

“No I definitely think babygirl likes me. Those loving eyes don’t lie” he uttered, staring at you and stroking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

As he pulled out you caught your breath and coughed a for bit before you scooted back on the bed, dragging Jisung by his hand which landed him on top of you once again. He seperated your legs with his knee and lined himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing into you. His girth with the slow movement made you roll your eyes back, the feeling of being filled made you content.

“Fuck...you feel so tight” he said, brows furrowed as he started to slowly push in and out of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss to muffle your moans. The pace steadily increased as you bit his bottom lip while kissing, returning the favor from before that contributed to your swollen lips. When the kiss broke a string of spit seperated your lips as the both of you panted from the thrusts that were becoming more aggressive. You moaned as you gripped onto the bedsheets upon which your knuckles whitened. Jisungs noises turned you on crazily but when he snaked his hand around your neck you could only whine in response. He choked you and held you pinned down stopping you from squirming away. The other hand was circling your clit which only heightened the pleasure, eyes rolling back into your skull. A squeak erupted from the bed everytime Jisung pounded into your soaked cunt but that wasn’t the only sound. The both of you moaned in unison which fit the sound of skin slapping that was filling the room. You tightly shut your eyes trying to silence a moan but opened them soon after, meeting Jisungs brown orbs. His lids were low from the blunt smoke but that only gave his arrogant attitude a boost.

You could feel that he was near by the way his dick twitched inside of you. Feeling cocky you decided to clench against his length which also pushed you closer to your own release. He was clearly getting pissed and leaned down to your neck, sucking purple marks onto it which would be impossible to cover up. You whined and squirmed as you needed to go to school tomorrow and couldn’t bear the strange looks from others when your neck was covered in bruises.

“That’s what you get for clenching around me like a little slut” he growled against your neck as you clenched around him once again earning a moan from him. Now he was getting really close and so were you. His thrusts got harder but sloppier, your boobs bouncing with the pace. You clenched around him one last time and that was the trigger for Jisungs release. The vein on his neck popped up to the surface as his jaw hanged open. Your cunt filled with his warm load which made you cum grip tightly on anything beside you. The both of you rode out the orgasm which made your legs shake and spine bend up from the mattress. Eventually Jisung pulled out leaving you feeling empty with his white cum dripping out of your hole. He layed beside you and panted, chest heaving. You layed there in silence for a minute, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard in the dark evening. Deciding to clean up the mess he had made you stood up causing the cum to leak down your unstable leg but before you could take a step Jisung grabbed your soft hand and pulled you down onto the bed again. You looked at him in confusion.

“You weren’t planning on leaving me without any cuddles?” he said with a slightly whining voice.

You couldn’t believe what you heard. Before another thought could cross your mind you were already snuggled up in his arms, your head against his heaving chest. It was cozy and you felt safe despite that you barely knew him. You stroked his cheek gently as you observed his perfect facial features. Sure, his attitude could use some work but his face had a flawless charm.

“We should study more often” he muttered against your hair as he kissed you on your head.

Even if the caring boy was high off his rockers your heart fluttered at his words. You blushed as you snuggled closer to his chest, falling sound asleep in his grasp.

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floatinginwords · 3 years

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Saved by the Devil (8/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: you go missing and a lot of people get worried

Paring: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (Not romantic..yet)

A/n: I actually wasn't gonna post today but this chapter fell out of me. Its funny how some days are tougher to write and others its like riding a wave. I hope everyone has a wonderful day :)

The man with the busy eyebrows and mustache called himself Inspector Campbell. A fucking police officer. When you came too you found yourself tied to a chair, ropes around your wrist and legs, tight against the skin cutting off blood circulation. He didn’t ask questions first. No first, was the punching against your ribs and stomach. Then your face. He didn’t give you no breaks, not like he would give you any.

“I think me and you have gotten fairly acquainted with.” The inspector say his foul breath reaching up your nostrils. Blood dribbled down your chin and nose. It was you could taste.

His men have left the room, on his orders of course. He leans on his cane as he stares at you from above. A evil smirk on his face as if he was some god looking down at his pitiful creations. You spit blood at his shoe.

He grabs your face harshly, you face scrunching up like a fish. “Tell me what you were doing with Thomas Shelby. Or I can make this night a whole lot painful for you.” He throws you back and all you do is glare at the man. Not saying a word. Not even huffing a sound.

The inspector laughs. And walks out the door. You see him point to you with his cane as he talks to the other men that were abusing you moments ago. You brace yourself for the inevitable. The torture last for hours.

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No ones seen you for three days. Ada, the first night you didn’t comeback, called Trinity. but she hadn’t seen you since the morning. The next day Ada and James went out looking through the streets at your usual spots. You didn’t have any Ada just wanted to feel as though she was doing something. You didn’t have any family or any other friends. Except one other person who may know your whereabouts. So on the third day of no trace of you, with a little nagging and encouragement from James and Trinity, Ada decided to make a call.

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Over at May Careltons mansion, Thomas Shelby listens half heartedly to the woman discussing the progress on his horse. He could care less at the moment. He’s just thinking of ways that he could stay the night. He wasn’t a fool, he knew of Mays attraction to him. It benefited him in more ways than one.

“Excuse me, Mr. Shelby,” A maid interrupts May in the middle of whatever it was that she was saying, “You have a phone call.”

“I’m sure they can leave a message.” His eyes not leaving Mays

“Its your sister, she sounds urgent.” The maid says.

With that thought in mind, Tommy excuses himself from May.

“Ada this better be important.”

“Where the fuck are you,” Ada screeches over the phone, “Ive been trying to contact you everywhere and Polly tells me your-“

“What is it-“

“(Y/n) is missing.”

Tommy swallows hard. “I’m sure she’s around somewhere ada. How long its been?”

“Three days. No ones seen her. Tommy please, Im worried.”

Three days ago was when he last saw you. When you agreed to go to dinner with Alfie and Arthur You had left the car without another word. He wanted to follow you but decided against it. He was regretting it now.

“Ada, just calm down. Ill ask some boys to go look for her okay?” He reassures his sister over the phone promising to find you.

He hangs up.

“Is everything alright?” May asks from behind him. Her eyes were hopeful looking at him. She too was hoping he would stay though that was something she would never admit out loud.

“I have to go, family emergency.” He says. Turning his back on her without another thought.

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He didn’t have to leave. He knew that. He could have stayed with May have her fill that hole within his heart that Grace had left about a year ago. He owed nothing to you. He kept telling himself this over and over as he drove back, pushing the speed way past its limit. He begins to reminisce about your first meeting. You were nothing but a chess piece to him at the time but you surprised him a lot in that first meeting. Especially when you didn’t take that money he offered. He was confused to say the least. Everyone took free money. You didn’t. He remembers seeing you again at the Eden club. He though he would never see again. But there you were. He couldn’t not talk to you. He just had to. He knew he hurt you with his words. He didn’t apologize. He never apologizes. He remembers finding out Ada had a roommate. Imagine the surprise on his face when he realized it was you. Of course Thomas Shelby was always in control of his emotions so it never really showed. He was distrustful of you as he always is with people. But you showed something since your first introduction that most people didn’t show their entire lives; Honesty. And he liked that about you. He believed you when you said you didn’t work for Sabini anymore. (Of course he had his people look into it after to be 100% sure) He trusted you to go to meet his brothers, be in the same car as them, come to an auction. He remembers seeing you bloody and a mess. Guilt and rage had filled him up. He couldn’t hold himself back from shooting the guy. When he stitched you up, he liked that you tried to make conversation. You knew when to back up, you never pried. He didn’t know if that was fear of him or if that was just you. He hoped the latter. He liked the way you said Mr. Shelby, though he often wondered how his first name would sound falling off your lips. Thomas Shelby pushes these feeling aside as he drives. He tells himself he just doing this as favor to his sister and because you can be very valuable. But as he drives into the city, a piece of his mind whispers that that just might not be the only case.

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Three fucking days. You couldn’t believe that that’s how long it lasted. The torture, the beatings. They released you on the thought that you really didn’t know anything. You never said a word. They drove you out to the fucking country side and dropped you off like you were trash. You were never more humiliated in your life. You walked, each step bring you pain and anguish. But you kept going.

‘Its Friday’ You think to yourself. You never got to call to confirm if you were going on that dinner. You laugh at yourself. Out of all things to worry about.

You find a little pond as you were walking and attempt to wash your face off all the dirt and blood. You looked half decent.

It took you till sundown to get back into London. People in the streets gawked at your face. You knew you were bruised pretty bad. Worse than before thanks to the inspector. The stitches on the right side of your body were now leaking. You can see the blood drip slowly through your hand. You sigh. Its always one problem after the next.

Once in front of the house, you see all the lights on. Something you knew Ada hated. You see multiple people moving about and you curse underneath your breath. The last thing you wanted was to interact with people. Someone looks through the window, a young boy you didn’t recognize.

“Is that her Ada?” You hear the boy loudly say not keeping his eyes off of you.

As soon as the boy says that, a multitude of people rush out to the window to look out followed by a rushing to the door. Ada being the first to run into you, bear hugging you.

“Where the hell have you been?” She cries out.

You stay silent, your arms limp across your sides. No energy left to pick them up or say anything. You wished at that moment to escape into eternal darkness forever. You see a bunch of people behind her mostly men. All in black caps and coats.

‘Peaky blinders.” You think. You step back from Adas hug and move up the stairs toward the house. The men spread apart not wanting you to push through them. You walk up the rest of the stairs to your room slowly. You can feel all their eyes burn into your back.

Once you reach your bedroom, you sit on your bed and stare at the empty wall. You couldn’t get the inspector eyes out of your head. It was like he enjoyed watching the life get beaten out of you. He talked a lot. You replay the last three days in your head trying to piece together what that crazy old man was talking about as he was ‘interrogating’ you

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As tommy walks through Adas door the first thing he realizes is that it seems that everyone is fucking here instead of doing their jobs. He watches them lounge about, eating and drinking away his sister’s stuff. He’s about to yell at them when Ada puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Tommy She came home.” She says, he notices a lack of smile on her face.

He raises an eyebrow.

“She looks like she’s been beaten all over. I mean I only saw her face but the way she was walking…” Ada trails off biting her lip.

“Im gonna talk to her.”

“Tommy I don’t think-“

Hes already at the top of the stairs before she finishes her sentence. Its not hard to figure out which room is yours. For reason being your room is the only one open. He sees your figure sitting up just staring at nothing in the dark. He clears his throat, not wanting to scare you with his unknown presence. You don’t turn around. He takes slow steps around to sit next to you on the bed. You both face the wall.

“Its Friday,” you break the silence, “I apologize for not calling about dinner.”

Right, he almost forgot that Alfie and Arthur were meeting right now.

“Never mind that,” You suddenly get up as he talking, limping around the room, “what are you doing?”

You light a candle on the other side of the room. He sees how bad your bruised face is in the light. And the blood trail your leaving with your freshly open hand.

“(y/n), you should go see a doctor.” Thomas says standing up.

“I’ve been through worse, Mr.Shelby.”

“Who did this to you?” You notice the look of controlled anger on his face.

“Inspector campbell. Know him,” You ask sarcastically,” cause he really doesn’t like you.”

You laugh and wince, the action hurting your ribs immensely, ”oh and he sure talked a lot. Kept mentioning a general, if I knew him, if I seen him, if you told me his name,” you pause, “what are you planning to do with a general?”

He doesn’t answer you. The clocks in your brain keep turning. “Cause there’s only one thought that comes to my head.”

“Why did he question you?”

“Cause you took me to the fuckers house. And your being followed by the way.” A pain strikes through your head the more frustrated you become.

“You should lie down.”

“What did you get yourself into?”

“it doesn’t concern you.”

“Look at me, how does it not?”

He stares at you and though to you he looks emotionless, inside the feeling of guilt and fear are swirling. You on the other hand cant decipher anything that going on behind those eyes.

‘maybe this what he looks like when he is lost.’ You think. You know you could lend a hand through this, whatever it is. You assume an assassination. One the police are having a hand in themselves. When inspector Campbell was ‘questioning’ you, you noticed how it didn’t seem like he cared for the generals life but feared of who got a whiff of the info. It seemed that Mr. Shelby was getting something from it, maybe with you helping so can you. A ticket out of here perhaps.

“what do you want?” He says shrugging.

“I want to help.”

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lovemesickly · 3 years

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plastic hearts - prologue

plastic hearts masterlist

a/n : this is my first ever fanfiction that i’ve written on tumblr, so i hope that most of you if not all of you enjoy reading my story. also quick side note if you didn’t know before but during this book (much later) i plan for the main character to have a love interest. based on what you’ll know about the mc, please feel free to share your opinion on who you think her love interest should be.

chapter warning(s) : none so far

prologue : job hunting

song : sunlight by hozier

It was days like today that made it hard to get up, the woman’s body, who was laying in her bed, ached with every breath she took. She was tired, exhausted and if she had it her way she’d go back to sleep, but it seemed that every time she closed her eyes she was plagued with the feeling of terror. Stretching her arms out, she pulled the warm covers off of her just to rest her feet on the stinging cold hardwood. Trying to wake herself up she took a moment, running her palms over her eyes trying her hardest to rub the sleep out of them.

Though she ended up taking more than a moment as she got lost in her thoughts, lost in the feeling of the coldness that enveloped her in a hug. Finally after trial and tribulation, she managed to stand up on her feet. Some how her body caring for itself as she was dressed and ready to go about her day. Stepping out into her hallway, she ended up shutting her front door with her wallet and keys in hand. Double checking that her apartment was in fact locked, she looked down at her watch covered wrist only to see that it was fifteen minutes to two.

Racking her brain she calculated the time in her head, estimating that she should be back home at the latest by six thirty. Tucking her hands in the pockets of her jean jacket, she started her journey of trying to get outside, her feet themselves carrying her down the stairs. Once making her way outside, she started to trek to her destination. She had one objective today and that was to find a job. And with the rate she was going she honestly wouldn’t be able to survive off of the money she had left in her bank account.

By now an hour had passed and she hadn’t had any luck with jobs. Continuing to search the streets of Washington D.C. to find help wanted signs, the corner of her eyes seemed to catch a blur of black. Sharply turning her head, the woman got whiplash as she looked down the street only to see a black suv with tinted windows pointed in her direction entirely. She wanted to get a closer look as she couldn’t see who was in the car but knew someone was as the engine was running.

Trying to not look into it too much, she started to walk again turning her head back to it’s original position only to take a quick glance back at the suv. Though the moment she did, she was filled with surprise as the spot it previously occupied was now vacant. Huffing under her breath, the woman received weird looks as she spoke to herself silently but not as silent as she had though, “it’s nothing Alek, it’s nothing.”

Continuing with her task for the day, (the now named woman) Alek walked down every street of the metropolitan area. With that, her luck had gotten better as she managed to score a couple of interviews on the spot. Though, with every interview she was only told that they would call her in the next couple of days with the news if she got the job or not. And to be honest with how everything has been going lately she’d be surprised if she actually somehow got hired.

Furthering her quest, the sun had now set as it was close to six pm, the city of Washington D.C. busier then it had been before. By now Alek just wanted to get back to her apartment and take a blistering hot shower as her whole body was numb from the frigid cold weather. Trying to get some feeling back in her feet, she started trekking back to her apartment.

About to cross the street, Alek looked towards her right and left to make sure no cars were near by and that it was safe to cross. Looking around it was clear to the naked eye that the street was safe to cross but only to that of the naked eye. For a second she too had thought it was safe until she saw something reflect in the darkness of the night.

As her eyes couldn’t depict what exactly she had seen her feet started to carry her towards the reflective object. Alek had only taken about 3 steps when all of a sudden she seemed to realize that the reflective object wasn’t an object at all but it was actually a car. The black suv that she had seen earlier in the day to be exact. Usually, she wouldn’t be so concerned about the suv but having seen the exact same one more times this week than she really has with any other cars, it bothered her greatly.

Shaking her head, she knew exactly what the source, causing the suv to follow her every move, was. Knowing that it wasn’t going to stop until she put an end to it, she ended up turning around changing her destination to that of a bus stop instead of her apartment. Alek honestly couldn’t believe that it had to result in this, at first when she noticed the black suv she wasn’t at all worried. It was pretty normal to see suvs all around Washington D.C. it was a sight everyone sees everyday.

Though, to have seen the same suv multiple days in a row and to see it almost everywhere she went, irked her in more ways than one. Reaching the bus stop, Alek was fortunate enough to have arrived right as a bus pulled up. As the doors opened, she climbed on in only to see more than a dozen people occupying the seats.

“Where to”, a voice called out causing her to snap her head towards the direction the voice came from. Her eyes stumbled across the face that went with the voice, recognizing them as the bus driver.

Pulling a five dollar bill out from her right back pocket, Alek handed it to the burly looking man. “Virginia”, she said but she could tell that wasn’t enough from the look on that of the man now holding her once five dollar bill. Swallowing hard, she set her shoulders back while looking the driver in the eyes with a look that could only be described as blank. Though it was hard to tell as her eyes were covered by that of a baseball cap but that didn’t matter as she finished her sentence, “Quantico, Virginia”.

Just as she had uttered her sole destination, the driver closed the doors and started driving again. Seeing that almost all of the seats were taken, Alek ended up heading towards the back and taking a seat that was up against the window. As soon as she sat down she closed her eyes, taking a second to just relax and let everything soak in.

It wasn’t that she was feeling overwhelmed it was just the fact that she still wasn’t use to this life. The life of an everyday normal United States citizen, where people have real 9 to 5 jobs and don’t have to worry about the enemy. Overall, it was too much sensory overload for her body, it wasn’t just the change in environment but the people along with it. Going about their day as if everything was fine and dandy, they had families that they could go home to, people that would miss them.

Just thinking about it she got a little jealous, it was an emotion that Alek haven’t experienced that much in her life until she moved to the D.C. area. Trying to shake it out of her body, she opened her eyes and scoped around the bus. Casting her eyes to the left of her she could see that there was a middle aged man who kept tapping his foot on the floor of the bus.

By the looks of it, he had just gotten off work as he was covered in a grey tailored suit with his briefcase resting at his feet. To everyone else he might look well off that of a wealthy man and he probably was. But upon seeing his left ring finger Alek seemed to notice that there was a slight tan line accompanying it. That in and of itself was enough to tell her that he use to probably be wealthy, but all his wealth was taken away in the divorce.

Hence the tailored suit, the leather oxfords obtaining his feet, the bright silver diamond watch on the inside of his left wrist, along with his sleek black suede briefcase. It seemed that whomever he was married to, had gotten to keep everything including his car because it wasn’t everyday you saw a man like that on a bus like the one both the man and Alek were occupying.

Having glanced at the man long enough, she turned her attention back towards the window that occupied the right side of her body. She sighed as she watched the streets of D.C. wiz on by, though it turned into a blur as she was now lost in thought. She hadn’t even realized what was going on until the bus stopped and out yelled the bus driver, “we’re here”.

Slowly she lifted her head, expecting to be met with many faces only to be met with one and that being the driver of the bus. Getting up, she made her way to the front, thanking the burly looking man as she made her way down the steps and out into the crisp cold air. Taking a deep breath, she looked at her watch for the third time only to see it was closer to eight pm than it was to seven. Wow, a total of about two hours and she still didn’t even realized how long she had been on that bus for.

Pulling her denim jacket tighter around her body, Alek started her journey to her now almost reached destination. It took about 15 minutes to arrive, but once she had she couldn’t pull the door open any sooner. Stepping into the building she was met with warmth, the one thing her body had been lacking all day. Making her way towards the elevator she was quickly stopped short, “excuse me miss, but where are you going”.

Pivoting on a foot of hers, she looked at the woman who stopped her. “I was told to just make my way up, I’m here for a meeting”, Alek lied to the woman in front of her causing the unknown woman to bunch her eyebrows in confusion.

“Meeting with who? Im sorry but that can’t be visiting hours are over”, the small statute of the woman was now just getting on Aleks’ nerves.

Hearing the elevators open Alek started to walk backwards towards them. “My meeting”, Alek said just before taking a step back into the elevator, “is with SES Erin Strauss”. With that, she watched as the other woman’s face turned bright red. Whether it was from the fact that Alek was now standing in the elevator or the fact that Alek had a meeting with Strauss, she had no idea. And she didn’t stick around to find out as the elevator doors closed and she was now headed up towards the floor of the BAU.

Honestly, she couldn’t remember the last time she was in the FBI headquarters, but she knew that it was long ago. If her memory serves her right she hadn’t stepped foot in the building since she was in middle school. All in all it’s been almost two whole decades since Alek has seen the inside of the building and she wasn’t unhappy about it either. Before she knew it the doors to the elevator slid back open and she was now one step closer to her destination.

Walking towards the glass doors that led to the bullpen of the BAU, Alek swung it open only to be greeted by the stares of strangers. Minding no business to it, she continued her journey up the steps of the bullpen and walked down one of the long corridors that led to Strauss’ office. Stopping in front of her office, Alek raised her hand and knocked on the door lightly only to be met with a, “Come in”.

Opening the door, she shoved her body into Strauss’ office. As she was now in, Alek watched as Strauss looked up from her paperwork and pointed to the door behind Alek, “please shut the door and take a seat”.

Doing as told, she shut the door and sat herself down in one of the chairs opposite of the SES herself. “So to what do I owe the pleasure of you being here”, Alek could just see the cocky smirk Strauss had on her face the moment she got done asking Alek that question.

Shrugging her shoulders, Alek clasped her hands in front of her. “I don’t know, you tell me”, she wasn’t going to play Strauss’ game if that’s what she thought, “first the phone calls now the suv, what do you want from me Strauss”.

Taking her reading glasses off, the once cocky smirk on the SES’ face was now wiped off clean. “I didn’t want it to go that far, but how else was I suppose to get your attention? I tried calling bu-“.

Right as Erin mentioned the phone calls Alek cut her off, “The phone calls should have been enough of a clue that I didn’t want to talk, that I just wanted to be left alone”.

“Well you should have known that I wouldn’t stop just there”, by now Strauss had a pointed look on her face her eyebrows raised all the way to her hairline. Both of the woman were now just staring each other down while sitting in silence until Strauss let out a deep breath and continued from where she left off, “I want you to join the team”.

Shocked would be a pathetic word to describe the emotion that passed over Alek. She was more so bewildered, why on earth would Strauss say such a thing. “What, why”, where the only words that Alek could get out of her mouth at the moment.

“You’d be a great asset to the team, we could use someone like you especially with your background”, by now Alek still didn’t know how to process this all. As she still had yet to say anything Strauss decided it would be best to ask the woman opposite of her a question, “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it?”

The moment that question left her mouth, Alek was all too quick to respond, “I haven’t”. That seemed to shut the SES right up as she now looked flabbergasted. Shaking her head Alek stood up, her heart was racing through her chest almost caught in her throat, “I can’t do this”. Making her way towards the office door, Alek ended up practically slamming it open and hurrying down the corridor as she could feel the walls closing in on her.

Just as she was about to step on the floor of the BAU bullpen Alek was pulled back into reality as the voice of the person she was just speaking with rung out behind her, “Miss. Vultaggio, I understand that you’re going through some things right now but please give it one day, that’s all I ask”.

At this point Alek was fuming with anger, clenching her fist so tight she cut off the blood circulation only to turn around looking SES Erin Strauss point blank in the eyes. “I mean no disrespect ma’am, but going through some things?”, Alek all but spat out at the woman. “You have no idea what I’ve been through, the things I’ve seen, the things I’ve....done”, Alek had uttered that last word with what some could think was disgust. At that Alek closed her eyes trying to calm herself down before opening them up again, now calm Alek took a deep breath, “But, I’ll think about it”.

With that, Alek didn’t have the time to see the look on Strauss’ face as she just wanted to get the hell out of there. Turning back around Alek made her way towards the doors of the BAU only to catch out of the corner of her eye the stares of four people.

From the looks on their faces it seemed clear to Alek that they had caught the conversation or I guess the banter she just had with Strauss and to say that they were pleased would be an understatement. They probably have never heard anyone talk to Erin that way before as she was their superior, one that they weren’t very pleased with.

Though just as Alek was about to turn her attention back to getting out of there, she ended up catching the eye of the youngest one in the group. She could feel him profiling her as soon as their eyes met, though he wouldn’t be able to profile much as he probably had no idea where to start. Having been through enough during the day, Alek ticked her jaw in agitation and set her eyes forward again just to walk out of the BAU and back into the elevator.

Looking at her watch for what should be the last time that day, Alek slightly chuckled under her breath. How wrong she was about the time she would make it back to her apartment only just seemed to annoy her more than ever.

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 3

Title: the unexpected reunion

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word count: 5.1k

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: I uhh went a little overboard with the word count this time, but im a hoe for msby so whoops. hope you enjoy!

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“Good work today, (Name)-san!”

“You too, Osamu-san!”

Your boss walks up to the entrance and switches over the sign to display ‘Closed’. You let out a deep yawn as you grab the broom to start your nightly cleaning routine at Onigiri Miya.

It’s hard to believe that it’s already been a month since you started working here. You can honestly say that this is probably the most enjoyable job position you’ve had in a while. You were able to learn new onigiri recipes and even started recognizing some of the regular customers that have fallen in love with Osamu’s cooking. This includes a very kind, elderly woman who always makes sure to give you a peppermint every time she stops by.

Your friendly relationship with Osamu has definitely been one of the most obvious reasons why you’ve been able to juggle everything in your life along with working for your expenses. He’s become a trustworthy and reliable person even though you’ve only known each other for a short period of time. Although it was a bit awkward calling each other by your first names in the beginning, you both got fairly comfortable addressing each other since you practically see him almost every day.

Though he doesn’t necessarily count as a customer, Osamu’s troublemaker brother is another frequent guest at Onigiri Miya. Atsumu comes by to visit at least once a week to eat or stop by after practice. By default, that means you’ve had the pleasure to deal with his antics every week since the kitchen massacre incident. He’s even gotten into the habit of calling you ‘sweetheart’ just to get some reaction out of you. You have to admit, it’s pretty fun to watch the twins banter back and forth, especially since Osamu always makes Atsumu pay for whatever he eats (“But, I’m your brother!”/”Yeah, so you should support my business.”).

Despite the chaos that follows Miya Atsumu, you always end up striking up a decent conversation, usually revolving around volleyball and his team. He always brings up how he’ll bring over the team eventually, but it’s just been a bit busy lately since they were preparing for tryouts. He actually hasn’t come by for a couple days now for that reason.

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Osamu’s phone ringing. Judging by the slight scowl on his face, it’s probably his brother. You just continue to sweep under the counter, assuming that the call isn’t that important.

“You’re what? Right now? Seriously?” Osamu questions with a slightly peeved tone. There’s a brief pause as the other person on the other line starts whining. Your boss just sighs in defeat. “Fine. Only this one time since it’s been a while.”

Osamu ends the call reluctantly and you’re slightly concerned at his reaction. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, ‘Tsumu just told me that he’s on his way here with some of his teammates. Apparently they’re celebrating the new player on their team but everywhere else is closed or too crowded.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised that he told you last minute,” You sympathized.

“They’re gonna be a bit rowdy, so I guess I’ll just apologize now for bringing you into this mess. You can just continue doing your own thing and not worry about them.” The man just let out another tired sigh before making his way back behind the counter area and setting up any ingredients he may need to make more food. You let out a chuckle and waved off the unnecessary apology before continuing your sweeping.

It seems like the guys really told Osamu last minute because before you knew it, the front door flew open and a group of boisterous male voices rang through the air. You were so startled that you almost dropped the broom in your hands, turning your focus away from the guys that just walked in.

“Hey, ‘Samu! We’re here to party!”

“It’s been a while!”

“Wow! This place seems really nice! Your brother's pretty cool, Atsumu-san!”

Your body froze. You were caught off guard with the last person who spoke and couldn’t help but turn around quickly to confirm your suspicions. You were faced with four males clad in the yellow tracksuits you’ve become used to seeing since it’s the only thing you’ve seen the blonde Miya twin wear. Each held onto their own gym bags, so you assume that they just got out of practice. You recognize Atsumu and Bokuto. The one wearing a mask has never visited Onigiri Miya, but you can assume he’s Sakusa Kiyoomi, or better known as ‘Omi-Omi’ since that’s the nickname you hear from Atsumu’s stories. However, what you didn’t expect was to come face to face with a familiar mop of orange hair.

“Sho-kun?”

Everyone’s eyes shot towards your direction at your sudden interruption, including Hinata Shoyo’s. “No way! (Name)-san?!”

You placed your broom against the wall and the two of you made a beeline towards each other. Once you were close enough, Hinata engulfed you in a big bear hug. Even though he isn’t much taller than you, his muscular build entrapped you in a warm and comforting embrace. He rocks the two of you back and forth gleefully and you can’t help but squeal from the cute gesture.

Once the two of you separate, you both face each other with curiosity completely ignorant of the other people in the room who are looking back and forth between you guys in a state of bewilderment and shock.

“I didn’t know you worked here!” Hinata exclaimed.

“I actually only started working here about a month ago!” You responded back just as excitedly. “When did you get back to Japan? How’s Pedro? I didn’t get the chance to swap contact info before I left.”

“About a week ago! I tried to settle in and fix my sleeping schedule before I went to tryouts for Black Jackals and I got on the team! And, Pedro’s doing great! I can give you his social media account if you want!”

It seems like Atsumu was the first to get tired of watching without understanding the situation, so he just decides to break the ice himself, “Now, hold on a sec. You two know each other?”

“We actually met in Brazil!” Hinata replies.

“BRAZIL?!”

Osamu decided to join in on the questioning, albeit in a bit more of a reserved manner than his brother. “(Name)-san, why were you in Brazil?”

“I studied abroad for about 6 months lasts year,” you start to explain and then begin to ruffle Hinata’s hair. “I happened to run into Sho-kun after his bike broke down in front of the apartment I was staying at. Poor guy looked so lost, and his phone was out of battery so he couldn’t call anyone.”

The boy just laughs at your friendly gesture. “Yeah! (Name)-san helped me find the nearest repair shop and even patched up my injuries! I was really surprised to find someone else who spoke Japanese!”

“Same here. I didn’t know anyone in Brazil, so it was a bit lonely. We actually met up quite a few times to share a meal or watch a volleyball match at the beach whenever we were both free.”

The rest of the guys listened on with interest, except for maybe Sakusa who just walked over to one of the empty tables and wiped down the chair before taking a seat. Atsumu makes his way over to where you and Hinata are standing and throws an arm over the younger boy. “You guys seem pretty close if you’re on a first name basis, Shoyo-kun.”

Hinata just looked up to his fellow team member with innocent eyes. “Well, everyone called us by our first names in Brazil, so we just decided to go with it since it was getting a bit confusing for some of our friends.”

“That’s pretty cute. You guys are basically best friends already.” Atsumu just hummed in acknowledgement before turning his head towards Sakusa. “Him and I are also on a first name basis ‘cause we’re the best of friends. Ain’t that right, Omi-Omi?”

You could hear a faint “tch” come from the masked figure. “Don’t associate me with one of your fantasies, Miya. And, I only called you by your first name that one time when your brother delivered food to the gym.”

“So cruel, Omi-Omi.”

“Okay, guys. Take a seat! Food’s ready!” Osamu announces. “(Name)-san, you mind helping me bring some of this stuff?”

You nod your head and take some of the warm food into your hands following your boss to where all four of the guys are now seated. Similar to when you first met, Bokuto’s lips slightly glisten from the drool pooling at the sight of the tasty meal. Sakusa pulls his mask down and places it in a plastic bag so that it doesn’t get messy from the food. Once all of the food is set on the table, you and Osamu stand off to the side to give the guys some space as they eat. However, before anyone could take a bite, Atsumu stands up from his chair.

“Alright, guys! Before we start eating, we gotta remember why we’re here! Captain and the other guys were a bit busy, so they couldn’t make it tonight, but it’s important that we do this today!” The blonde pats Hinata on the head. “Welcome to MSBY Black Jackals, Shoyo-kun!”

Bokuto lets out a loud whistle. “WOO! Welcome to the team, Hinata!!”

Sakusa just nods his head at his new teammate, the usual frown he sports is now absent from his face. If you squint hard enough, there’s a miniscule curve at the corner of his mouth.

“But, that’s not all!” Atsumu remains standing as he dumps the rest of his speech on everyone in the room. He points at the two-tone haired male sitting in front of him. “Bo-kun! The bag, please!”

Bokuto snaps his fingers as if he just remembered something. The owlish man shuffles through his gym bag and produces a heavy plastic bag. You can hear the clinking of glass as he raises it higher. “I’ve got the good stuff!”

Atsumu looks ecstatic. “Can’t have a celebration without a little bit of alcohol to spice it up!”

Slightly concerned, you look up to Osamu to gauge his reaction towards the introduction of alcohol. He looks a bit uneasy, but just lets out his third sigh of the night. “Just don’t break anything, or I will make sure none of you make it out alive from this building.”

Completely ignoring the threatening tone, Atsumu and Bokuto start popping open bottles of who-knows-what. Sakusa just opts for a glass of water since he has no intentions of partaking in the silly shenanigans between the two most eccentric volleyball players. Hinata has no choice but to comply as Atsumu pours his glass to the brim. Eventually all the guys start to dig into their food as well.

With nothing else left to help them with, you and Osamu get back to cleaning the other areas. It only takes about 15-20 minutes to wipe down everything and gather the trash. You step into the back room to get everything together so that you’re prepared to leave whenever the group outside finishes their meal. You smile as you hear muffled laughter and loud conversations through the closed door. Your boss had let you know that he’ll clean up after them, but you didn’t have the heart to make him do all of that work himself.

You step out to the main room to have an idea of where everyone’s at with their food but stop in your tracks as you witness a significantly more irritated Osamu watching the table of four with a twitching eye behind the counter. You’re about to ask what’s wrong, but you can pretty much guess what the problem might be.

The table is littered with empty alcohol bottles and half-full glass cups. Surprisingly, there isn’t much of a mess in terms of leftover food, but it doesn’t make up the fact that there are three very drunk men hovering over the table.

Atsumu’s upper body is entirely flushed pink from the bottom of his neck to the tips of his ears, and he’s fanning his face with the top of his shirt. Hinata practically has flowers oozing off of his figure as he sways back and forth next to the blonde, a permanent carefree smile plastered on his face next to his red cheeks. Although not as obvious as the other two, Sakusa has a glossy shine to his eyes above his own pink cheeks and hiccups occasionally in his seat, focusing his eyes on a tiny speck on the table. Not sure whether to be surprised or not, your eyes move onto Bokuto, who was completely sober. He heartedly laughs at the state of his drunk friends, enjoying every moment.

“I thought Sakusa-san wasn’t going to drink?” You ask Osamu.

Your boss just shakes his head. “‘Tsumu switched his glass when he went to the bathroom and he didn’t notice until it was too late.”

You’re not sure whether you want to pray for the blonde’s safety once Sakusa is in his right mind, or if you wanna ask Hinata to record the poor man’s fate in the hands of an angry, hungover Sakusa.

Osamu just turns around with heavy steps and makes his way to the back room, probably to do the same thing you went to the back room for a couple minutes ago. You look back to the table when you hear a chair scraping against the floor. Atsumu seems to have moved his chair right next to Sakusa because before you knew it, he was leaning against the tall spiker with his hands in the air.

“Omi-Omi! Can I borrow your sanitizer? My hands got dirty!” Wrong choice of words.

Sakusa immediately shoves his elbow backwards and it slams right into Atsumu’s chest, forcing his breath right out of him. The setter doubles over clutching his chest, while Sakusa simply pulls out his sanitizer and applies it to wherever he has come in contact with the man next to him. It seems like drunk Sakusa is a bit more violent about his way of rejecting people.

Remembering how tired your boss looked before he left the room, you felt the need to try and intervene to encourage the group to start thinking about calling it a day. As you approach, the first person to notice you was Hinata. As soon as he realizes who you are, his eyes light up as if he was a child that just received a birthday gift.

“(Name)-san!”

You don’t even get the chance to make it halfway to the table when the boy jumps up from his chair and stalks over to where you are. Without warning, Hinata throws his arms over your shorter figure and smothers you with another hug. It takes all of your mental fortitude to not think about how muscular his arms feel around your shoulders or how strong his grip is on your back. He was definitely not this fit the last time you saw him.

“You’re awfully affectionate today, Sho-kun.”

“Hehe~ I’m just glad to see you, (Name)-san!” Hinata starts shuffling around a bit until his cheek is able to nuzzle with yours. You giggle at how adorable he is.

Although you appreciate his affection, Hinata was slowly suffocating you with his tight embrace. You signal to the only other sober person in the room for help. Bokuto continues to laugh at everything going around him but complies and makes his way over to the two of you before peeling off the orange haired male from your body. Luckily, Hinata was too drunk to actually keep his grip on you and just fell into his teammate’s arms.

“Thanks, Bokuto-san.” You’re able to stand up straight again and Bokuto gives you a thumbs up with a wide grin. He takes Hinata back to the table to sit him down and you follow suit. Osamu walked out of the back room at this time and just began tying up two large trash bags next to the sink, not even batting an eyelash in the group’s direction.

You should’ve expected it, but you were still startled when you suddenly felt a heavy arm sling across your shoulder. “So, you come here often, sweetheart?”

You blankly stare at Atsumu’s smug expression as he continues to nestle his arm comfortably around you. His flushed appearance was definitely not helping his attempt at flirting with you. “Come on, there’s no way a goddess like you could resist my divine qualities.”

“Lame.” Osamu was quick to comment on his brother’s cheesy words while walking towards the exit with the two garbage bags in his arms. He stepped outside and closed the door to keep any insects from wandering inside as he took out the trash.

You were about to swat Atsumu’s body away but noticed the deep, dark circles under his eyes and came to the conclusion that he’s probably going to pass out from exhaustion at some point anyways, so you just let him be. His attention span seems to be a lot shorter too since he suddenly let go of you and lunged forward towards Sakusa’s hand sanitizer bottle that was now sitting neatly on top of the table.

Although he’s usually good at completely avoiding Atsumu’s attempts at stealing his things, Sakusa’s reflexes were a bit deterred due to his tipsy condition. Instead of snatching the bottle away from the blonde’s vicinity, Sakusa ended up knocking the bottle to the ground with his own hand.

Luckily, Bokuto was able to stop Atsumu from crashing onto the table headfirst with one arm still holding onto Hinata. Afraid that Sakusa would possibly slap the setter or drag Hinata into the crossfire in a drunken stupor, he pulled Atsumu close by and slung his arm over his two drunk teammates.

Sakusa just let out a disgruntled groan and sent a nasty glare to Atsumu. He stood up to look for the fallen bottle but misjudged where he stepped. Luck decided not to be on his side as the tall spiker placed a foot directly on top of the sanitizer bottle causing his balance to shift. The world tilted in his vision and his body began to succumb to gravity and fall...on top of you.

You tried to stop both of your bodies from losing balance by wrapping your arms around his torso, but your shorter frame was no match for Sakusa’s much bigger body. You can hear shouts of concern coming from the other three guys as the both of you crashed to the floor in a mess of limbs. The air is knocked out of you and you wince at the heavy weight laying on top of you.

During the fall, your eyes shut tight automatically to brace yourself, so it takes a moment for you to reopen them. As soon as your eyelids flutter open, your breath hitches. Sakusa’s face is mere inches from your own and he looks just as stunned as you do. You realize that his thighs are on either side of you and somehow he was able to quickly place a hand under your head to make sure it didn’t come in direct contact with the hard floor after toppling over together. Your heart is beating fast and you can only hope that Sakusa doesn’t notice.

While the two of you are stuck in a brief trance, the rest of the group is just watching in a huddled position. Even they were mostly keeping silent, perhaps anticipating whatever was going to happen next. Hinata's face held a mixture of confusion and wonder, while Atsumu’s expression held obvious annoyance. Bokuto's eyes danced with fascination as his mouth hung loose.

All of a sudden, the front door slid open and everyone’s head snapped towards the entrance. Osamu stood on the other side wiping his hands on his jeans.

“Alright, guys. It’s time to-” He stopped speaking once he took a good look at the scene in front of him. It was a bit difficult to figure out what was going through Osamu’s head because he just held a deadpan expression.

Not liking the bit of tension in the air, you clear your throat. “Um...I could use a little help.”

At your pleading, Osamu steps back inside the shop and grabs Sakusa by the shoulders to slowly take him off of you so that the spiker doesn’t end up falling over again from any sudden movements. You sit up and see that Bokuto had gotten up from his seat to lend you a hand. You take it gratefully.

“I guess now would be a good time to go home,” Bokuto mentions sheepishly. “Do you guys need any help with cleaning?”

Osamu gave Sakusa a glass of water to sober him up a bit then turned to Bokuto. “Just keep an eye on these guys and (Name)-san and I will take care of everything else.”

With that, you and your boss spent the next couple of minutes clearing the area and washing all the used dishes. In the meantime, Bokuto kept an eye on all of the other guys and even called up a taxi to arrive soon. Atsumu and Hinata seemed to have fallen asleep while waiting, and Sakusa just slouched in his chair quietly grumbling about how his sanitizer is undoubtedly contaminated.

Once everything was set, all of you grabbed your things (Osamu shouldering his snoring brother; Bokuto piggybacking a snoozing Hinata) and locked the door to Onigiri Miya. The taxi was already parked in front of the shop, so all that was left was to figure out how everyone was getting home.

“You only called for one taxi?” Osamu questioned.

“Oh yeah, Omi-kun doesn’t want to ride the taxi,” Bokuto replied as he hoisted Hinata’s body in the back seat of the taxi. “I thought we could all just squeeze into the back since most of us are on the way anyways.”

Sakusa, who is slightly more sober than before, took out a new mask from his bag. “I live a couple blocks down, so I’ll just walk.”

“Oh, actually, I live a couple blocks down too, so I was just planning on walking as well,” you respond. “You all have to go in the opposite direction, so it’ll be a hassle to drop me off.”

Osamu’s eyebrows furrow with unease. “It’s pretty late. I don’t think it’s a good idea to walk around in the dark alone at this hour. Where’s your place?”

“Ashita Complex*.”

“Seriously?!” Bokuto suddenly exclaims, startling everyone. “Omi-kun lives there too!”

“No-”

“That’s great,” Osamu interrupts. “You guys can walk together.”

Bokuto’s hair flairs up along with his arms in satisfaction. “Man, I love it when everything works out and everyone’s happy!”

There seemed to be no room for objections by the germaphobe himself, so he just sighs in defeat. The rest of you just say your goodbyes and Osamu finally shoves Atsumu into the back before taking the front passenger seat himself with Bokuto offering to sit in the back with his sleeping teammates. As soon as the taxi is out of sight, you turn around to see that Sakusa had already started walking ahead.

“Hey! Wait up!” You rush to where Sakusa was and eventually match your strides with his.

The taller man doesn’t slow down his pace and just continues forward. He does, however, glance at you from the corner of his eye. “You know, if you live so close by, it would’ve been fine if they dropped you off.”

“And, leave you to walk home by yourself? No way.” You shake your head to emphasize your resolve. “You’re still slightly tipsy, so I feel more comfortable seeing you get to your apartment in one piece.”

“I’m fine.”

“You say that, but then why are you still swaying as you walk?” You point out. “I know you’re not acting like a typical intoxicated person, but your mind is still pretty cloudy, right?”

There was no way to counter that argument because even Sakusa knew that he wasn’t exactly walking straight since he wasn’t completely sober. “Then, walk at least six feet behind me.”

You pout a bit at his pettiness. The only way to fight fire is with fire. “Yeah? But, what if you lose your balance and bump into a street light that hundreds of people have probably touched throughout the day?”

Silence. You know you’ve won this time, but you still try to be a bit respectful and stand at least an arm’s length away.

The rest of the walk is fairly quiet, only the sounds of your footsteps echoing across the empty streets. You didn’t mind, though, since you were able to just enjoy the cool night air that refreshed your tired mind. Once you reached the apartment complex, Sakusa stepped back as you scanned your ID card and opened the door. You figured he just didn’t want to touch anything, but didn’t say anything since you were just too tired to question him.

The only elevator in the building was under maintenance, so the two of you had to take the stairs for today.

“What floor are you?” You ask.

“3rd.”

“Oh, you live on the floor right below me.” You were a bit surprised at how you haven’t run into him at all since you’ve lived in this apartment for a while. To be honest, it’s probably because he doesn’t go out much unless it’s for volleyball.

As the two of you step onto the 3rd floor, Sakusa starts heading for his apartment door. You didn’t really expect anything from him, so you were taken aback when Sakusa stopped in his tracks to look at you briefly.

“Thanks.”

A small smile forms on your lips at Sakusa’s simple gesture. “Good night, Sakusa-san.”

The said man just raises a hand over his shoulder without looking back and takes out his keys with his other arm. You standby to make sure he goes in safely and hear the lock click. Satisfied, you climb the rest of the stairs to your floor and make your way to your own apartment.

As soon as you're inside, you shove off your shoes and make a beeline for the couch. Taking in a deep breath, you eventually exhale willing your exhaustion to leave your body as well. It probably won’t do you any good to fall asleep in your uniform, so you decide to change into more comfortable clothing and prepare for bed.

Clothed in your favorite gym shorts and oversized T-shirt, you hop into bed. Your eyelids are practically closing in on themselves as you scroll through your phone one last time. Despite your initial tiredness, your eyes shoot open when you catch a glimpse of a certain YouTube video.

“Kodzuken posted a video today!” You squeal out loud. There’s no way you can sleep without watching it now. Kodzuken was your favorite Youtuber, and you’ve never missed a single one of his videos. You even went as far as buying merchandise from his athletic wear company, hence the Bouncing Ball shorts and shirt you were currently wearing as your pajamas.

If you ever met him in person, you honestly don’t know how you’d react. You’ve heard that he used to play volleyball in high school, so maybe with all the volleyball players you’ve been coming across, fate will find its way to you.

But, a girl could only dream.

Leftovers:

Bright light glares through the blinds of Sakusa’s room to indicate that the sun has already risen quite a bit. A loud doorbell rings through the apartment causing Sakusa to stir. The man opens one eye and groans at the obnoxious headache that was already set to ruin his morning. His mouth is incredibly dry, and he doesn’t feel that he’s gotten nearly enough sleep last night. Sakusa was most definitely feeling the symptoms of a mild hangover.

“I’m going to kill that blonde gremlin.”

With much reluctance, the tall man drags his body to a standing position. He makes the bed as neat as possible before walking out of his room towards the front door. Sakusa makes the effort to look through the peephole to see if he could make out the person who decided to disturb him from the comforts of his bed but is confused when he can’t see anyone outside.

Normally, he would just walk away and assume it’s just someone who rang the wrong doorbell (it’s happened multiple times before), but there’s a nagging feeling at the back of his brain to just open the door. Sakusa clicked the lock loose and opened the door wide enough for him to peek outside. A slight shuffling noise startled him and when he looked down he saw a plastic bag hooked onto the door handle.

A little skeptical, Sakusa grabs two disposable gloves from the box he placed next to the entrance of his home and slides them onto his hands. He has no idea where this bag has been, so he’s not taking any chances in coming in contact with potential germs.

Shutting his door closed with his leg, Sakusa makes his way over to his kitchen countertop and places the bag on top of it. He considers just throwing it out, but notices a pink slip of paper at the top of the contents inside. Curiously, he pulls it out and realizes that it’s a written note. He doesn’t recognize the handwriting, but skims through to find any hints of the sender, and surely enough, he sees your name printed in the second sentence.

Hey, Sakusa-san! It’s (Surname) (Name). I’m on my way to work, so I thought I’d just drop this off really quick. You drank quite a bit, so I made you some soup to counter the hangover. Don’t worry! I thoroughly washed my hands and put on gloves before making it! Feel free to throw it out if it makes you uncomfortable. I also put in an extra sanitizer since I know you were upset about the one yesterday. Have a nice day at practice!

Sakusa just stares blankly at the piece of paper for a couple seconds before putting it down and analyzing the contents in the plastic bag. Just like you said, there’s a large blue thermos and a travel-size sanitizer bottle that looks almost identical to the one he dropped yesterday just in a different color. If he were to be completely honest, he probably has the same bottle somewhere in his cleaning supply shelf, but you can never have too many sanitizers. As he took out both items, his nose caught the familiar scent of disinfectant. You must’ve wiped down everything before placing it in the bag.

The stoic man stares at the thermos and sanitizer in silence. After a couple more moments, he simply turns towards his stove and starts heating up the soup.

Ashita Complex: I made it up :D (If you’re curious, ashita means ‘tomorrow’ in Japanese)

***Please do not succumb to peer pressure when drinking, folks! Drink safe!

A/N: the #1 Cockblock Award goes to...Miya Osamu, everyone! Hehe, just kidding~ I also added a ‘Leftovers’ part to this chapter as sort of an ‘extra’ or an ‘omake’! I don’t know how often I’ll add these, but I really wanted to write this one, so I hope you enjoyed it too!

#haikyuu #onigiri miya #onigiri miya tidbits #secretpeachtea #osamu #msby #atsumu #sakusa #hinata #bokuto

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Benefits

aaaand adding one more alias of adam driver to my list, here is my first ever adam sackler fic! im pretty proud of it, so i hope yall are gonna enjoy!

pairing: Adam Sackler x Reader

warnings: sex, swearing, talking about alcoholism

word count: ~7k

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Walking into the room you’re still unsure if you actually want to be here, but a small voice in the back of your mind is telling you that this is exactly where you need to be. The place looks similar to the one you used to have your meetings back in Seattle, it’s simple, people are sitting in a circle and there is a small table with cookies and drinks at the side. There aren’t too many people and luckily they don’t really get stuck on the arrival of an unknown person so you can take an empty seat without getting any attention to yourself.

“Alright, everyone sit down, let’s start!” a tall, skinny guy speaks up, clipboard sitting on his lap as he patiently waits for everyone to sit in the circle and start the meeting.

You look around anxiously, the group is pretty diverse, men and women gathered from seemingly a lot of races and ages, though your eyes stop at one particular person sitting right across from you.

The guy seems tall, extremely tall to be honest, his almost black hair is grown out to reach almost his broad shoulders and it’s pushed back, eyes curiously examining the guy who just spoke as he licks his plump lips. He is not the typical handsome type, but there is just something in him that keeps pulling your gaze towards him even when people start talking around you.

A young guy starts talking two people to your right as you are still staring at the tall mystery guy when his eyes dart over to you and your gazes meet. You can’t help but feel intimidated even though nothing can be read from his face. You keep eye-contact for a few moments before turning away and forcing yourself to look at the guy talking. However you feel his eyes on you for a while before he finally decides to look away.

“That’s amazing, Tony, we are all proud of you!” Carl, the guy who spoke at the beginning of the meeting says as a short round of applause follows Tony’s speech. “Adam, do you feel like talking today?” he then turns to your guy and now you know his name. Adam.

“Sure,” he shrugs pushing himself up a little on the chair. “Hello, I’m Adam and I’m an alcoholic, but I haven’t had a drink for about a decade now. Some days are easier, some are harder, like the ones when my ex shows up and fucks things up for me,” he scoffs. “But things are going okay, I guess.”

“That’s great to hear, Adam. We all believe in you and hope you’ll continue your positive journey,” Carl nods as some other members hum in agreement. “Does anyone else want to speak up?” he asks looking around, but no one answers, so he takes it as a clue that the round of speeches are over. “In this case—“

“I thought new members supposed to introduce themselves,” Adam cuts him off and he is looking straight at you, causing your throat to close up from the sudden attention he just put on you.

“It is always welcomed, but no one is pressured to talk,” Carl assures smiling warmly at you. “Do you want to introduce yourself?”

Looking back at Adam one more time you decide to accept his silent challenge.

“Sure, why not?” you clear your throat, tugging your hair behind your ears. “Hi, my name is Y/N and I’m an alcoholic, but I’ve been clean for three years and seven months.”

The members in the circle mumble their greeting before you continue talking, arms crossed on your chest.

“I moved to the city just a few months ago and I’ve been struggling to adjust to the new environment so I thought it would be a good idea to visit a meeting, just to ensure myself.”

“You are always welcomed here whenever you feel like you are getting weaker,” Carl encourages you and you nod shortly.

“Thanks. I’m doing fine though, I haven’t really felt tempted to have a drink lately, so I guess I’m good.”

“That’s great to hear, we are all proud of you,” Carl smiles before moving on with the meeting.

When it all ends he invites everyone to stay and have a bite, chat with other members and you decide to head for a cookie from the table.

“So what brought you to New York City?” you hear Adam speak up from behind you and as you turn around there he is, standing tall in front of you. He looks pretty intimidating, but his eyes have this sense of softness in them that balances it out.

“Um, work. I got a great opportunity here so I thought I would take the chance.”

“Sounds serious. Do you always dress like this?”

His question catches you off-guard and you glance down at yourself to see what made him ask it. You’re wearing tight jeans with a white top and a leather jacket, nothing extra in your taste.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that your clothes are pretty tight. They give a nice view of your body though.”

You don’t even know what to say at first, it’s like he doesn’t have a filter on his mouth and it’s so confusing to you, that all you can do is let out an anxious chuckle.

“Um, okay…” you mumble slowly turning back to the table, but he speaks up again.

“So, are you coming next week?”

“Not sure,” you say without looking at him. To be honest is too forward act is making you question if this is the group you should attend on a regular basis or not.

“Would be a shame if I didn’t see you next time,” he simply says before walking away, leaving you totally puzzled.

Adam is for sure the weirdest person you’ve met since moving here and you don’t think anyone can top him.

***

Friday night in the city is pretty busy. People just want to get the steam out after a hard, working week so they seek for fun times at bars and clubs. Adam Sackler is not the type to go to bars that much since it’s always a kind of temptation for him, but when his colleagues from his recent play asked him to come down for a few drinks with them he thought it might be a good time even if he doesn’t drink.

The place is crowded and the six of them are pressed up in a small booth, that was all they could get upon arrival, but they don’t mind it. They talk about the past couple of shows and critics, just having a good time when Adam excuses himself to go to the restroom. As he pushes his way through the people around the bar his eyes almost glide over a familiar face, but then he recognizes you. Without a second thought he makes his way over where you are sitting on a stool, hands gripping the edge of the counter as you stare ahead of you.

“What a pleasant surprise!” he beams arriving to you, making you jump in your seat.

“Adam, hello,” you mumble coming out of your zoned out state you were just in.

“You weren’t at the meeting this week.”

“Yeah, I… Something came up,” you anxiously say. It didn’t happen because of him, you had other things to worry about when this week’s meeting was happening so you decided to skip.

“You alright?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed as he eyes you with concern.

“Mm, everything is… great,” you nod with a fake smile and you try to push the glass of whisky away without him noticing, but you don’t succeed.

“Y/N, were you thinking about drinking?”

“No, I just—“

“You ordered that drink?” he snaps cutting you off and you don’t answer, just stare ahead of you. “Did you order that drink?” he repeats his question with a raised tone that’s still not too loud for the people around since the music is louder, but chills run down your spine from it.

“I did,” you admit feeling the tears building up in your eyes and you hate yourself for being so weak. Who starts crying in the middle of a bar with a guy who they barely even know? You, apparently.

Clicking his tongue he scoots closer to you, leaning on the counter with one arm as he tries to turn the conversation as private as it can be in a crowded bar.

“You want to talk?”

Adam doesn’t seems like the guy who is into emotional talking, but when it comes to drinking he always feels the importance of the situation. Knowing his own struggle with alcohol he is aware that sometimes you just need to get it off your chest, you don’t even want that drink, but it’s hard to talk to someone who hasn’t been where you have. People who are not alcoholic don’t understand what you go through and it’s nice to finally talk to someone who knows exactly what you feel because they’ve been through it.

“I…” you sigh sadly as you wipe your tears away, trying not to look too pathetic. “It’s a long story.”

Adam bites the inside of his cheeks as he glances back at his colleagues and then at you. He has to choose between a bunch of people who are having a nice time and someone who seems really in need for his help. He might be a weird guy, but his priorities are set right.

“I live a few blocks from here. You’re welcomed to come over and pour it all out.”

“You can’t seriously choose some unknown girl from your AA meeting over your friends,” you roll your eyes feeling like he is just feeling pity for you.

“They are not my friends, most of them are annoying as fuck sometimes,” he bluntly says and he means it. “My offer still stands.”

Looking up at him you contemplate what you should do. Deep down you know it’s not too responsible to go to some random dude’s place alone to cry to him about your miserable life, but it somehow still sounds better than staying here and maybe lose control and drink that damn whisky you’ve been eyeing for about an hour now.

“Alright, but if I end up dead in an alley I’ll come back and haunt you for the rest of your life,” you mumble climbing off the stool and Adam just chuckles at your comment.

After letting his colleagues know that he is leaving the two of you hit the streets, heading to his apartment that’s pretty close to the bar. Stepping inside you are not too surprised at what you see. It’s kind of like how you had imagined his living space to be, not that you thought that much about him since the last meeting.

“You want something to drink?” he asks walking over to the fridge and you freeze. “I mean, something non-alcoholic. I don’t have alcohol here.”

“Oh. Um, a glass of water maybe.”

He nods and while he pours your and his drink you sit at the small dining table, curiously eyeing the smaller details in his home.

“Here,” he hands you the water and sits across you with a glass of milk that makes you frown.

“Are you drinking milk? Alone?”

“Yeah, it’s my thing,” he shrugs and chugs half of it down at once. “So, you wanna talk about what made you want to break your sobriety?”

Taking a deep breath you lean back and let a grimace cross your face as you remember the whole shitshow that went down.

“My ex called me today.”

“Despite how you ended up, was it a good or a bad thing?” he asks wanting to put the picture together about how they ended.

“Bad. He didn’t take it too well when I moved and now he is even more upset that I told him I’m not planning on going back anytime soon.”

“But you said you got a good job here.”

“I did.”

“Shouldn’t he be happy that you are successful?”

“No, because he is a toxic asshole who just can’t let me be happy,” you let out a bitter chuckle shaking your head at the thought how much time you wasted on him. “So he called to remind me that I am nothing without him and I’ll die alone because no one will ever want me with all the baggage I come with.”

“Baggage?” he frowns confused.

“My drinking problem, and the anxiety it’s been causing me. Staying sober is harder than I thought it would be.”

Talking to Adam about your struggle with sobriety feels easier than to anyone ever. You are not afraid of being judged because the two of you are kind of on the same path when it comes to drinking.

“He is a total asshole, if you ask me. Like he is a saint with no baggage. The guy himself is the baggage!” he scoffs drinking up the rest of his milk and you smile seeing that part of his facial hair his painted white from it that he licks down like a little kid even though he definitely does not look like one.

“How long did you two date?”

“About two years. It was getting pretty serious when I got the news that I got the job and then we ended it before I left.”

“You are better off without him, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

As much as the first time talking to Adam turned out to be pretty weird, you find yourself enjoying his company. With time, you get used to his forward style, blurting out everything without filtering his words. It’s a little frustrating at first, but later you find it amusing that he is not afraid to speak his mind, unlike others who just say what they think you want to hear. It’s a pleasant surprise to realize that you can actually talk with him about a lot of things and it doesn’t take too long for you to get comfortable in his company.

“It was just a whole shit show, to be honest,” he scoffs running his fingers through his hair. “I’m kinda praying I will never see Hannah nor Jessa again.”

“You sort of brought this whole drama to yourself,” you chuckle after hearing his story about her history with her ex and her best friend. One hell of a drama, for sure.

“I know!” he growls. “I’m so stupid sometimes, but I just couldn’t stop myself! Jessa was like this fucking sex witch, I just couldn’t keep myself away from her and she knew it. I just pray she doesn’t show up and try to jump on my dick again.” You start laughing at his words, knowing exactly what it’s like to not let go of someone because of the sex.

“It’s fucked, I know. Like, you just want to hate them in peace but then they come back and boom, the next thing you know is that he is balls deep inside me.”

“Well, no one is usually balls deep inside me, I’m the one doing that, but I agree,” he jokes making you laugh even more.

“Everything would be perfectly solved if we just found a way to get that tension out of our system and then we could easily cut these toxic people,” you sigh leaning your head against the wall as you hug your knees to your chest.

“I know a way.”

“And what would that be?”

“We should fuck.” Your eyebrows arch, eyes widen as you look over at him, no sign of joking on his face.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me right, we should fuck. I mean, we both need the same thing and I can tell you find me attractive.”

“Why are you so sure about that?”

“I can tell when a woman wants me naked, but don’t feel ashamed, I think you’re hot too.”

“Wow, that’s nice to know,” you chuckle, still in disbelief of where this conversation just headed suddenly.

“When I saw you at the meeting the first time I imagined you sitting there naked. Not the best thing to think about when there are a bunch of other people in the room,” he admits and you can’t help but smile at what he just said. “I think we both would just benefit from it. Having good ass sex and finally cutting our toxic exes off, I see it as a win-win.”

He is not wrong. Actually, the more you think about the smarter it sounds in your head. You literally have nothing to lose, just have at least one great night and you don’t have to go home and satisfy yourself with the showerhead for once. Instead, this tall, muscular man could give you a good time for a change.

You stare at him for a few more moments before you show every doubt into the back of your mind and decide to give this slice of happiness to yourself.

“Alright, fuck it, let’s do it,” you sigh jumping to your feet and a second later you are sitting on his lap, lips crashing to his as his hands grab you ass with passion.

“You’re not gonna regret it,” he smirks standing up and keeping you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as he heads into his bedroom. “Just so you know, I can get a little carried away during sex.”

“What, are you gonna try to kill me or something?” you ask a little out of breath kissing the corner of his mouth before he lays you down to the bed and gets on top of you, one knee between your legs and you bring against his thigh, making him groan in pleasure already.

“No, but I have a pretty dirty mouth,” he scoffs kissing you again. “Don’t get offended by my words.”

“Call me whatever you want as long as I end up screaming your name,” you cockily challenge him, and your words make his cock twitch.

It doesn’t take too long until you both get naked and Adam flips you over, pushing inside you from the back as you hold onto the headboard of his bed.

“Jesus, yes!” you pant from the sensation. He fills you up just right, his strong hands holding onto your hips steadily as he keeps slamming into you in a fast pace, the slapping sound of your bodies colliding filling the room along with your moans and his groans.

“Yes, you feel so fucking good, you fucking bitch,” he growls slapping your ass and you find yourself enjoying his dirty talks and rough ways of fucking you.

He is by far the best sex partner you’ve had and he makes sure you are just as satisfied as he is. He comes with his fingers digging into your ass, pushing almost all of his weight on you as he growls your name and it’s enough for you to throw you off the edge as well.

“Fuck! Adam!” you moan, your arms collapsing, your face buried into the pillow that smells exactly like him.

He pushes into you a few more times before pulling out leaving you with a feeling of emptiness now that he is not filling you up. You lie down on the covers as he goes to grab you a wash cloth. When he returns he kneels up to the bed and rolls you to your back opening up your knees so he can clean you up himself. When he is done he leans down and presses a kiss to your clit.

“This is one hell of a pussy. I can’t wait to eat it,” he says before standing up and you can’t help but laugh. He climbs onto the bed pulling the covers over the two of you as you lie there next to him, still in bliss from the orgasm he just gave you.

“Any regrets?” he asks turning to you.

“None,” you smirk rolling to your side, bringing your fingers up to his chest you start drawing patterns to it.

“Great. Another satisfied customer,” he jokes and you smack his chest before he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you to his side.

“Can I stay the night? I don’t have the energy to go home right now.”

“Sure, but I get clingy while sleeping so you might end up with me wrapped around you.”

“That’s fine,” you chuckle before closing your eyes and letting yourself fall asleep after this hell of an eventful day.

You and Adam, it quickly becomes regular. It usually just takes a text or a call and either of you would end up in the other’s apartment by the end of the day, gladly fucking the night away. A stressful day, an unpleasant encounter with a friend, fight with parents, these all ended up as reasons to stand on the other person’s doormat that evening and neither of you said no to these occasions, equally needing the diversion from the problems in your life. And it wasn’t always just sex, you often met up just to hang out that ended up in some crazy, breathtaking sex, but it wasn’t unusual to spend the rest of the evening together once both of you were satisfied. You had to admit Adam was a nice person to be around. Not too serious, full of secrets you were dying to find out so that your picture of him would grow with each time you saw him.

One evening when Adam is over at your place, things just aren’t going right even though you try to focus on him. He is sitting on your couch with you on his lap, casually making out, his hands on your breasts under your shirt and even though you feel aroused, you are just not in the right place in your head.

“Okay, this literally feels like I’m making out with an aunt or something,” he sighs breaking off and you sit back to his thigh as his hands slide out of your shirt down to your waist. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lie, but you can’t fool him.

“Cut the bullshit, Y/N. I can tell something is fucking your pretty mind up, so why don’t you just tell me?”

“I just had a stressful day at work, is all.”

“What happened?”

“My boss is up in my ass lately, because I’m a little behind with my project. I still have a lot of time to finish so I’m not worried, but he is and it’s stressing me out.”

“What made you fall behind?”

“I just had to face some unforeseen problems, but now it’s all good, I just have to pick up the pace a little bit before we present to the board. But Greg is like a psycho, he thinks I’ll run out of time and he is giving me such a hard time all day. He checks in on me every hour, asking about what progress I’ve made and he gets angry when I don’t say what he wants to hear.”

“He sounds like a total loser to me.”

“He kind of is,” you mumble under your breath, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Just ignore him, you’ll be done in time, I’m sure.” He gently squeezes your hips and leaning up he kisses your lips softly. “Why don’t we order some food and then doze out in bed?”

“But you came for the sex.”

“Yeah, but that requires at least two people and you are obviously not in the mood right now, so I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” you frown bringing your hands up to the base of his neck.

“Positive.”

He doesn’t make a big deal out of it and he honestly seems fine with just simply hanging out without the sex part. You order pizza, he eats most of it, but you are fine with it, then you start watching a movie, but both of you fall asleep pretty early into it. When you wake up it’s already over, Adam is passed out next to you, arms wrapped around your waist. Shutting your laptop down you lie back, turning to face him. He looks like a sweet giant, sleeping peacefully, his dark hair is one big patch on your light colored pillow.

As you stare at him he starts stirring in his sleep and a few moments later his eyes open, looking a little confused.

“Hey, you alright?” he whispers blinking at you.

“Yeah, I just… put the laptop away.”

“Oh, okay,” he nods into the pillow as he pulls you closer to him and kisses the top of your head. “Go back to sleep, kid.”

You smile at the way he called you as you nuzzle against his chest and let yourself drift back to sleep.

Hanging out without having sex happens more and more often after that night. And it’s not always you who initiates it. You often go out to have lunch together whenever Adam is near your workplace in the middle of the day, you two go see movies together, do grocery shopping together and neither of these end up in sex. Though it still happens a lot, not that you mind, because sex with Adam is just perfect. He knows exactly what to do to make you lose your shit and never leaves you unsatisfied.

But as the days go by you realize there’s been a slight change in how things are between you and him. One day you catch yourself wondering about what he must be doing right now and you realize you’ve been doing it a lot. Thinking about Adam whenever you are not with him, looking forward to see him again as soon as possible.

After all, he has become a regular person in your every days and if you think about it it’s hard to stay objective about this odd relationship you two have started.

When your project finally gets finished and presented the first person you call is Adam to tell him how great things went.

“That’s amazing, kid! I knew it would be alright.”

“Wanna celebrate tonight?”

“Sure!”

“Your place at seven?”

“Perfect. See you tonight.”

You feel excited to spend yet another evening with Adam. You finish getting ready a bit earlier than you were supposed to and decide to just arrive before seven. It doesn’t occur to you that maybe you shouldn’t go there before the time you two agreed on, but you only realize this upon arriving.

The door to his apartment is open and you unsurely push it open walking inside.

“Adam?” you call out, peeling your coat off yourself, but there’s no answer. Instead, a few seconds later a blonde woman appears with at first curious eyes, but they soon turn into something clearly unfriendly.

“Who are you?” she asks tilting her head to the side and this is when you notice the cut on her hand and the broken glass on the floor of the kitchen.

“Who are you?” you ask back. “And where’s Adam?”

“He is clearly not here. I’m Jessa, but who the fuck you are?”

Hearing her name your throat tightens. Standing face to face of the ex you’ve heard so much about is entirely different from what you thought it would be. She is pretty, looks like a really badass person who doesn’t give a fuck about the world and lives by her own rules. So different from you on many ways and suddenly, you feel like you’re nothing.

Adam told you about how crazy things used to get when him and Jessa were having sex and seeing the mess in the kitchen and her hand, you figure she came over, they hooked up and things got out of hands, probably.

“I-I’m…” You’re not sure what to say, but there’s one thing you know and that’s the fact that you want to get the hell out of here right now.

As you turn around the door swings open and Adam walks in with a little white plastic bag in his hand.

“Okay I got bandaids, but—Y/N, you’re here early.” He freezes, his hand still holding the handle as he stares at you.

“Yeah, I uh… Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, but I’m already on my way out, so…”

You try to push you way past him, but he grabs your arm and keeps you back.

“No, wait, this is not what you think,” he insists, but you don’t want to hear it.

“Adam, it’s fine. You can do whatever you want. I just… I just wanna go home now. Please,” you whisper the last word, basically begging him.

“Just let her go,” you hear Jessa call out from inside and it’s like a stab into your chest. His hand slowly peels off you and before he could say anything you turn around and leave as fast as possible.

This is wrong, this shouldn’t hurt this bad, because nothing really happened. You and Adam are not a couple, you shouldn’t feel like this because you saw him with his ex. He has the right to do whatever he wants, because you and him has no commitments towards each other.

Arriving back home you head for a hot shower and let your tears roll down your cheeks, mixing with the water as you just stand there, and quietly keep sobbing, feeling like the biggest loser in the city.

You let yourself catch feelings for someone who is obviously not interested in you in a serious way and now you are the one, feeling broken again.

Adam tries to call you that night, but you turn your phone off, feeling like you need some time apart from him to get things straight in your head.

“Are you happy now?” Adam snaps at Jessa after you leave, and he slams the door shut, feeling his anger building up.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” she rolls her eyes as she grabs the plastic bag from his hands and turns her attention at the bandaids he just got for her after she successfully slammed a glass at the counter and cut her hand in the heat of the fight they just had right before.

“Jessa, get the fuck out of here!”

“Are you really throwing me out?”

“I am, yes!”

“I had something else in my mind,” she seductively smiles stepping closer to Adam, sliding his hands up his chest, ready to kiss him, but he pushes her away this time.

“Stop it. I want you out of my place, now!” he barks walking past her and she is truly surprised at the way he is resisting her now.

“What the fuck has happened to you?”

“Nothing, I’m just done with you! I don’t want anything to do with you! So stop showing up at my place, because next time I’m gonna call the cops on you.”

“You can’t be serious, Adam,” she laughs shaking her head in disbelief.

“Actually, I have never been this serious, Jessa.”

“But why are you doing this now?”

“Because I don’t love you, anymore!” he snaps, his voice rumbling through the whole apartment. “I don’t love you, because I’m… Because I’m in love with Y/N, alright?!”

“What? With that girl?” she asks with utter disgust showing on her face as she gestures towards the front door.

“Yes! Because she doesn’t treat me like shit, she is actually interested in me and cares for me and I enjoy spending time with her, unlike you! So get the fuck out of here already, so I can make things right that you just screwed up, again!”

Jessa is a clever girl and now he sees that she is truly unwanted here. So grabbing her bag from the couch she heads for the door, but stopping she leaves him one last comment.

“Fuck you, Sackler,” she says flipping him off before finally leaving.

Adam feels vivid, he feels like he is about to break something and he needs everything in him to keep his cool and not ruin something. He needs some time to calm down before he feels like he is able to talk. Reaching for his phone he calls your number, but it goes almost straight to the voicemail.

“Hey, it’s Y/N. Leave a message and maybe I’ll call you back!” your pre-recorded voice greets him and he ends the call with a grunt before he could hear the beep.

“Fuck!” he snaps, his hand gripping the phone tightly. He tries to call you a few more times before leaving a short message to you.

“Y/N, please call me back. I can explain everything!”

But you don’t call him back, leaving him sleepless through the whole night.

Adam decides to give you some time, so you can come to him whenever you feel comfortable, but when he hears nothing from you for three days he can’t push his worries aside any longer.

Walking down the street to your apartment he keeps thinking about everything he wants to tell you, practicing it so he knows exactly what to say when he is standing in front of you, but his plans quickly get blown away when he spots you walk out of your building with a bearded guy who he recognizes as your ex, Luke, because you’ve shown pictures of the two of you before.

“Y/N?” he calls out, taken aback of seeing you with him and as you turn your head, your mouth hangs open. You weren’t expecting to see him and the timing is just the worst.

“Adam, what are you doing here?” you anxiously ask, glancing at Luke who is curiously eyeing him. Now that they are standing so close to each other you realize how much bigger Adam is than Luke, taller and definitely stronger.

“You didn’t answer my calls, I really wanted to talk to you.”

“Now is not the best time.”

“Hey, I’m Luke,” he chimes in holding out a hand for Adam, but he completely ignores it and his whole existence.

“You didn’t even let me tell you what really happened, just left and then never picked the phone up. The whole Jessa thing wasn’t what it looked like.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Adam. You can do whatever you want.”

“I’m sorry, would someone fill me in about what’s going on?” Luke asks and you and Adam answers at the same time, in different manners.

“Just a moment, Luke.”

“Shut the fuck up, Assface!”

“Adam!” you give him a look. You really don’t want to make a scene on the street and you know how Adam’s temper works.

“I’m sorry, but who do you think you are? Coming here and rudely call me names in front of my girlfriend who clearly doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“I’m not your girlfriend,” you snap at him and he gives you that look you know all too well. It’s the one he used to give you when he wanted you to be a nice little obeying girl and do whatever he wanted you to do. But it doesn’t work on you anymore.

“We’ll talk about it later. Get in the car, Y/N,” he tells opening the door of the black car parked right in front of the building.

“Luke, I’m not going anywhere with you and I’m not your girlfriend. Stop trying to have control over me!”

“I’m not having this discussion here right now. Get in the car!” he sneers and grabbing your arm he pulls you to the car, but you push his hand away and stumble back. You’re just about to tell him off when Adam stands between the two of you.

“Hey, stop touching her! She doesn’t want to go with you!”

“Who the fuck are you? Just get lost and leave us alone!” Luke makes the mistake of pushing Adam’s shoulder and in that moment you already know what is about to happen.

“Fuck you, Assface!” Adam growls and before you could even try to stop him, his fist collides with Luke’s face, making him smack against the side of the car with a painful growl. “You have no respect for her and you don’t deserve her!” he shouts, making people start to stop and stare at what’s happening.

“Adam, that’s enough. Come on.” You grab his arm and start pulling him backwards. At first he resists, but then he turns around and the two of you leave the growling Luke there to deal with his pain alone.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” you shake your head at him once you are up in your apartment, alone.

“Honestly, I thought you’d be angrier at me for the punch,” he admits stopping in the middle of the living room, hands on his hips. You just shake your head smiling.

“He kinda deserved it, so…”

“The asshole deserved more than just a punch! I wish I could rub his face into the asphalt!”

“Okay, stop, I don’t want you to get arrested for assault.”

“It would worth it! The way he talked to you and touched you, had my blood boiling.”

He huffs to himself, needing a minute to calm down and then he remembers the real reason why he came here. His eyes fall back on you and you get lost in how soft they are.

“Y/N, we need to talk.”

“Adam, it’s really not—“ “No, you are going to let me talk!” he demands so you close your mouth and listen. “Nothing happened with Jessa. She came over unannounced and we got into a fight, because I said I don’t want to get back together with her. She got crazy and slammed the glass against the counter and it cut her hand. I didn’t have any bandaids at home so I had to run to the store to get some. Then you arrived and completely misunderstood the whole thing, but I threw her out after. She was losing it completely, but I didn’t want anything to do with her.”

Hearing the truth you feel a wave of relief washing over you as you find out things were different from what you thought. He didn’t hook up with her, in fact, he seemingly completely ended everything between them and it felt like victory to you.

“Okay. I believe you,” you softly say and Adam exhales sharply hearing your reply.

“Alright, now tell me what this shithead was doing here.”

“He just showed up, out of nowhere,” you roll your eyes crossing your arms on your chest. “He tried to lure me into moving back to Seattle, but I was having none of it. He said he had a table reserved for us, that’s where we were heading when you arrived and punched him,” you say smiling to yourself.

“So you didn’t get back together with him?”

“No,” you shake your head.

“Is there… Is there a specific reason why you didn’t want to get back together with him?” he questions and you feel your cheeks burning.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’ll tell you why. Because the reason why I didn’t want Jessa back is that I fell for you.”

You gasp at his words, staring at him in awe as he slowly starts walking towards you.

“I know it all started as just a way of coping, but… Y/N, I fell in love with you. This sounds cheesy as fuck, but it really happened. It’s not about just sex anymore, well, that’s fucking amazing as well,” he adds making you laugh. “But I want more. I love sleeping with you in my arms, waking up next to you, have breakfast with you and talk about your nonsense dreams. I want to hear about the stuff that worries you and I want to be the person you come to when things get rough. I didn’t think this is how it would turn out to be, but… It happened! And now I guess I’m stuck with this feeling, hoping you won’t turn me down.”

You’ve never seen Adam Sackler this nervous, standing in front of you, waiting for any kind of response from you after his confession. His words spoke from your heart and knowing he feels the same way is just ecstatic.

Closing the distance between the two of you, your hands slide up to the back of his neck bringing him down, but just when his lips are about to touch yours, you stop.

“I love you too, you loser,” you grin before finally kissing him, earning a relieved growl as his arms wrap around you and lifting you up he spins you around while kissing you.

“I hope you know that I’ll be around you 24/7 now, you’ll get sick of me,” he warns you putting you down, but keeping you in his arms.

“Not if you get sick of me first.”

“That’s not happening. I can never get enough of you,” he says burying his face into your chest while his hands grip your ass, making you laugh at him.

“Alright, we’ll see. But now I want you to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow,” you tell him and his head shoots up in excitement.

“That’s something I can definitely do. Anything for my girl!”

Lifting you up into his arms your lips reconnect as he carries you into your bedroom, the two of you falling into the sheets like dominos and soon you become just one big naked mass, limbs tangled, lips glued together, occasional ‘I love you’s breaking the moaning and panting.

#adam sackler #adam driver #adam sackler imagine #adam sackler imagines #adam sackler au #adam sackler fanfiction #adam sackler fanfic #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler x you #adam sackler x y/n #adam driver imagine #adam driver fanfiction #hbo girls

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acefrogmonarch · 5 years

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HC pt. 3

Story Time! with the bat fam

The bat language!

It's just glares and different forms of glares. Semi-glare. Glare. Glare-glare. That's about five sentences.

Ravin has cracked the code and communicated with them. They understand why Raven could but not how Mari understands them.

They are very confused because this little flower shouldn't, like why??? She wears her heart on her sleeve and you can tell when she's angry or sad. Dick and bruce do it but Mari catches them.

Unknown to them, when Mari wants to be, she can 'cut' off her emotions.

Mari found Damian to be semi-attractive. Damian was like eh, she's another girl.

But he was about 5'11 at this point, and for years to come, he would grow. Mari, herself, is barely reaching 5ft. She considers herself lucky that she even reaches 5'5.

She was 20 when she did.

She is very angry at taller beings than her. Dick is 5'11 while Jason is 6'3, Bruce is taller than both of them.

Mari hates them all. Jason still calls her a bean, even when she has him in a choke-hold during a sparring match. Mari will not hesitate to throw hands. Instead of mellowing out, she did the opposite.

Jason Todd has had sex with Talia before and he hangs it over Damian's head for years.

As a challenge, he brought it up in front of Marinette. Any other time Damian would have left but since Mari was here, he couldn't. Damian stayed but Mari was like

“Why???" Tugging, cause they were holding hands. "Mari, lovebug, Malak, Habi Alghali. Let's go." Mari is a dissatisfied bean. Reluctantly follows Dami away.

The Outlaws consisted of Kori, Roy, and Jason!

When they hang out they always have ‘baked’ goods. They were eating edibles in the city but they somehow made their way to the manor for munchies. Alfred asked if they had any left.

Assuming to part with them, they lied and said no. (they always do)

Alfred still searched the trio moved the treat around. Some sour straps, molly ranchers, and a joint.

Alfred took some straps and popped them in.

"Wait, Alfred, that's-" "I know." They will never forget. Bruce semi-believes them.

High!Mari

Mari never took a stance on cannabis. "Too young." was the excuse often used when talking about it. She was 16.

She knew what they did. It wasn't until, Gotham, that she got real experience with edibles.

Roy accidentally gave her 300mg of cannabis.

"I got brownies!" Roy came in the room, granted it was one of Jason's many hideouts and they had agreed to hang out before Mari was dragged away.

"Jason, Let's get blazed!" Roy kicked the door in and Mari took a stance, Jason got out his babies and pointed them at the door. "Uhh." Roy slowly backed out, Jason put away his guns and Mari bounced in excitement.

"Brownies!" Plucking one from the bag, Mari smelled it first. "Mari, no." Mari turned, then plopped it in her mouth, stuffed her hand in the bag and took a bunch more.

Eating 3 more and stuffing some for Tikki. Jason sighed deeply. "Dammit." It sweet chaos for Mari after that.

First, an anxiety attack then bliss. She was never afraid of heights from being Ladybug, and that just added more fun for Mari.

Damian doesn't find out until he calls Mari.

Because Mari was supposed to come back and hang out, they promised. No, Damian was not upset by the fact that Jason is not better company than him.

Not at all. Damian is superior in every way! His ringing phone brought him back to reality.

"Mari, get away from there!" That's Jason. Marinette was giggling and Damian could here the wind.

"No way, Jose," Roy shouted in the background. "Who's jOsE?!?!" Marinette laughed loudly and Damian was starting to question his existence.

"Mari, Baby girl, Demon tamer. Get off the ledge." There was an eerie silence. "Oh, that reminds me. Hi, Damian."

That's it. "Ya Qamar Barid, I'm coming to get you." Marinette started to sob at that. "I MISSED OUR MEET UP, DIDN'T I???" Damian was already driving off, he traced the call.

"No, not at all Habibti. I was just thinking about where we should eat out." Marinette stopped crying.

"Really?" Damian confirms. "Mhm." "Je vais à la pizzeria que je veux, amant.* ” The call ends and Damian is NOT panicking.

(I go to the pizzeria i want, lover.)*

Marinette hanged up and jumped down to the apartment below. "MARI!!" Jason was going to lose so many years of this. This small bean should be very afraid.

Jason jumped after her with Roy following on the other side. "Oh, shit. Mari!" Roy regrets everything leading up to this point. At first, it was funny, seeing anyone try for the first time is.

Jason caught up to Mari, who has made it down 4 apartments. They were on the 5th floor.

Almost went splat on the pavement a couple of times.

Damian pulls up in one of the many cars, he's hot-wired before. Mari doesn't notice she's trying to climb down from the first floor to the ground. She jumps to a flag and misses.

Damian catches her before she hits the ground. "Damnit Habibti."

Marinette giggles. "I would have been fine, you know that." Damian carried her back to the car, Mari's complaining the entire time.

Once she's seated in the cold car, she promptly falls asleep.

Lila causes problems for Mari, on purpose but for the wrong reasons.

To spend time with her. Lila is never going to admit that she likes or even remotely revolves her world around Mari. Max points it out to Mari and has tried to get Lila to confess.

Likes to make Marinette mad. When her cheeks go red Lila accidentally lets out a, “She’s cute.” Mari turned to her. “What?” Lila panics and shouts. “I said you’re shit!” Mari is a very confused bean.

The only reason why this is brought up is that they make Lila have Sociopathic tendencies. Like Oni-chan didn’t make sense. Why let go of Adrien? Willing? Better question, why only focus on Mari? Unless you know. . . . . . Just saying.

A lot of mini ships. Like Alix x Chloe.

Alix and Chloe are secretly dating. Sabrina covers for both of them when it’s date night. Alix’s parents know that she’s gay but not Chloe’s. She doesn’t know why she’s scared.

But she doesn’t like that way her dad dismisses gay pride parades. Marinette helps her come to terms and even helps go through her emotions and to come out.

Still doesn’t come out until very much later. Uses Adrien as an excuse. Adrien knows what she means.

Chloe's mother is alright, you know ,gay pride. She joins the parades and makes small nods in her designs.

Eventually Max x Kim!

Alix and Kim are best friends and they help each other out because they always get the wrong advice.

Max and Kim ‘got together’ because Kim didn’t want to date Odine. Max doesn’t think they are dating.

So Kim makes an effort for their relationship and friendship. Alix dared Kim to date Chloe on valentine’s day, Max was there. He didn’t even hear Chloe’s answer but that didn’t matter because, at that moment.

Max heard and Kim understood why he felt like ‘that’ around Max. Max said congratulations and that just broke Kim's heart. Max is not very good at emotions.

"Mom already has enough on her plate." "I don’t need to trouble her." Max to Kim at some point.

Very later. Marc x Nathanial! Fw/B at 17

Nath only shines when art is involved. Has done sculpting and embroidery lessons from Mari, because he doesn’t want to be limited to one form of expression. Digital music is not his thing. Instruments on the other hand. Band nerd.

Sneaks into Higher writing courses. The teachers let him. He’s so talented in creating a universe from nothing. Marc had let the director of the ‘LB and CN Movie.’

Look at some of his stuff but once some criticism on Twitter started to get deleted for some reason, Marc asked around. Bad plot and all, he dismisses the story “Astruc” approved and did another one. Just because he made one good thing doesn’t mean he made the rest just as great.

Yes I am dissing Thomas

I am changing this.

No relationship. Luka helps Kagami realize that not everything in sexuality is as black as white because im a sucker for Les Kagami and Bi Luka. They can find happiness with people.

Emotions? What’s that. Barely there. No chill. Whatsoever. Sarcasm? Come again. She can make sarcastic jokes but won’t know it if it hits her in the face.

Knows exactly what you're talking about but at the same time doesn’t. Can’t relate. It’s very frustrating because she won’t disobey without feeling guilty. Mari, Adrien, and Luka help tear down her walls and ‘need to approve’ attitude. A lot of walls around her heart.

Adrien doesn't like or feel any attraction besides strong feelings.

Demi? Or Ace. Maybe Ace.

He is very disappointed when he doesn't feel explosions or fireworks when he kisses Lila (It was for a shoot, maybe audition.)

Parents fighting? Middle of most argument. Afraid of failing his father because his mother was like that?

The acting was put on hold but she would sneak out for auditions. Natalie helped her sneak out. He can’t trust Gabrial but trust his mother's judgment and maybe Natalie.

He doesn’t know what to do because Mari is, best friend and Lila don’t like Best Friend. But Mari said it was okay when it wasn’t! Proud owner of at least one brain cell.

Eventually Rose x Juleka!

Very concerned with Juleka’s being. She wants Juleka as more than a friend but if Juleka isn’t comfortable with it.

Then she can wait until she’s ready. Her father supports but her mother doesn’t. She makes fun of her depression.

World of patience. Rose and she aren’t dating but they are saving for each other. Juleka was delirious when this happened. She’ll never admit her feelings. Worried about how people would act.

And of course Alya x Nino once Alya gets her head on straight.

These are mini-stories. I'm going to reference these and mention them when I can in the story.

Bruce has movie nights.

No one knows where it is or what movie he watches. Alfred has an idea, and the boys keep trying to find where he goes. It's been so long since he's had something nice in his life.

He... adores his... children. To some extent. Okay, a lot.

But that didn't mean he could show how much he... loved them.

Regardless, they bring trouble where ever they go. Finally getting the conviction to watch a movie, he kept the tradition every chance he got.

Marinette accidentally found him at one of the run-down movie theaters around Gotham. A new movie she was excited for was already released in America but after Sams Club™

She never allowed them anywhere near her in a public place. It was chaos last time. She memorized the way to this theatre and avoided all the cameras. She checked, multiple times. On patrol.

Both, Mari and Damian, are 16.

Bruce is 38, Jason is 24, Dick is 26, Tim is finally 21. Dami is a winter baby. December. Mari is a Fall baby. October 8th.

When Adrien and Mari hang out together, Mari loses one brain cell While Adrien gains one.

They can never get anything accomplished if it doesn't involve the miraculous in some way. Mari was talking about a recent design, Adrien was in the middle of drink soup on this cold day.

Marinette stopped talking as Adrien struggled to get a single noddle in his mouth. Mari opened her mouth to try and say something, but Adrien managed to get the noodle in and grinned. As if, he just got the best Christmas gift, ever.

Mari lost if after that. "A-Adrien!" Clutching her stomach, Mari continued to laugh, Adrien joined in laughing at the slurping noise he made Nino walked in a moment ago to them laughing. It was lunchtime and they went ahead of the Alya and Nino.

Fu is a touchy subject with Marinette.

After the left with his past lover, he shortly passed away. Marianna wrote a letter back to Marinette and that just broke the Dam she built around her emotions.

Chat Noir revealed to be Adrien to destroy the Akuma after her.

Mari, as the newly appointed Guardian, didn't take away his miraculous. No one else was able and she didn't want anyone else to break down from the weight of responsibility.

Chat Noir took his duty with more dignity and less comical after the reveal.

I just saw the Chat Blanc trailer and.. I had this idea before but omg this is weird.

Let's.

Not.

Get.

This.

Bread.

Like most of this is going to be in Book 2. Book 1 is set in Paris, following Marinette. Book two is in Gotham, following Damian

#Maribat #marinette x damian #daminette #damian x marinette #Maridami #mari #marinette dupain cheng #headcanons #Cool

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j--meat-hook--j · 4 years

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A Trip to the Mainland (Taiyuu cooking event) (?)

@taiyuu-high-oct

A Train from Taiyuu Island to Mainland Japan took a couple hours, hours of ocean, boredom and more ocean. Staring at the TV, Zeke remembered a time before Taiyuu, before Japan even.

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A small town on the coast of Germany, a large building, a small apartment.

A teenager enters, around 17 years old, wiping his feet and looking around, the clock reads 8pm. He spotted his younger brother in the living “room” by himself watching cartoons. The younger one couldn’t be older than 9.

“Hey, kiddo. Where’s Mum?”

“She got called into work.”

Frustrated in his mother’s irresponsibility and lack of note, the older brother tried to keep the conversation going as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Watchin TV.”

“Oh, so you found the remote?” “No.” Flick. The channel changed.

Opening the pantry the older brother found… half a loaf of bread and a whole lot of empty space.

“Have you had anything to eat yet?”

“No. Mum was gonna get groceries but she got called into work.”

Biting his fist in frustration, the older brother pounded the pantry door with his head. Silently seething in anger the older brother put on a happy face, the older brother came out and sat next to the younger brother.

“Let’s go out for dinner tonight, just you and me.” “Won’t Mum and Dad get angry?” “They’ll never know, I got a little extra money from work today.”

“I mean… sure.”

“Alright, get your stuff ready and we’ll leave in a few.” The older brother wrote a note for their Mother, if she returned home tonight.

When the two got ready and were almost out the door, the younger brother stopped.

“Umm... Schlaut?”

“What’s up Zeke?”

“Are you sure Mum and Dad won’t find out?”

“Hey, we’ll leave our trash in a public bin, they’ll never know.”

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Finally on the Mainland of Japan Zeke had a couple trips to make.

The first stop for today was to withdraw money, but look like a cool guy, Sunglasses on. Wandering around the Whatever City, Zeke can’t remember what it’s called, he started to get his bearings.

‘Alright, grocery shop’s there, post office’s there and-’

Zeke felt a rumble down to his core.

‘It’s going to be a thunderstorm tonight.’

Finally finding an ATM in Whatever City, that took forever. Taking his “Credit” Card out Zeke approached the ATM, noone was nearby anyway but he still felt he had to play the part.

Feeling the ATM Zeke felt all the different compartments, searching for the most used 4, Zeke found what he needed.

Trying the first one: Whirr, Zzzt And Dispense. 1000 Yen, not quite what he needed.

Next compartment: Whirr, Zzzt and Dispense. 5000 Yen, close but not the notes he needed.

The Third compartment: Whirr, Zzzt and Dispense. 10,000, exactly what Zeke needed.

Grabbing an extra 13 10k Yen bills Zeke had enough to pay for his tuition, with some left over.

That wasn’t right, only take what you need. Zeke remembered when this all became second nature to him, why quickly searching these machines became so easy.

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“That’d be 50 Euros sir.” A cashier lady, in a large mall grocery store.

“I’m really sorry, can you wave it just this once?” Schlaut, now at the age of 19, pleaded to the cashier holding a 20 Euro note.

“I’m sorry sir, if you couldn’t afford it you shouldn’t have picked it up.”

“But this is all we have for the week, we’ll go hungry without this food.” Schlaut

“Then get 20 Euros worth of food or get out of the store.”

“Fine. C’mon Zeke we’re outta here.” Zeke, now 11 years old, followed his brother out of the store.

“What’s the plan now Schlaut?”

“I dunno kiddo, we’ll figure something out.”

It wasn’t long into the usual walk home when they walked past an ATM, it’s screen illuminating the sidewalk. The screen flickered strange colours, reds, blues even a neon green. Schlaut paused, did a slow turn on his feet and paced to the ATM.

“Zeke?” “Yeah Schlaut?”

“Are you doing that?”

Zeke’s stiffened and he turned his face away from his brother.

“Zeke look at me.”

Zeke reluctantly looked at his Older Brother, the pupils of his brown eyes glowing a slight blue.

“Did I do something wrong?” Zeke was looking at the ground in shame.

“No no no no nononono nono, no Zeke. You did something very, very right.” Schlaut hadn’t felt this excited in a while.

“Let’s play a game Zeke, see if you can find some paper in this machine.” Schlaut pointed to the ATM.

“You mean money, isn’t that stealing?” Zeke was willing to do this, but he wasn’t very happy about it.

“Hey, we’re only going to take what we need ok? No more. We’re not villains, we’re survivors. See if you can find a 20 note and a 10 note.” Zeke had found a way to save us!

“Ok. I’ll try.”

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Returning back to the present Zeke held about 2000 Yen too much in his hands. The fridge at Taiyuu was running low, this money seems appropriate for everyone to use.

Zeke went to that small grocery store he passed by earlier. Fresh fruits and vegetables, that’s what Taiyuu needed, none of that instant shit. Apples, carrots, broccoli and one pack of the cheapest Cup Noodles he could find.

‘How would the others at Taiyuu react? I don’t think Sako or Spellman would be particularly fond of me anymore. Ah well, they won’t find out. All the years of pulling this same stunt we were only found out once.’

Zeke paid a total of 1962 yen.

“Have a good day.”

“Yeah, you too.”

‘Only found out once.’

Supermarket (Schlauts Quirk)

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“How’s that Zeke, just enough to get us through this week. Mum should have the day off tomorrow so we’ll cook a whole bunch then.” Schlaut, now 21, said to his brother Zeke, now 13.

“Yeah, maybe Dad’d have time to help as well.”

“I doubt it kiddo.”

RUUUUUUMMMBBBBBLEEE

“We should get going before it rains, seems like a storm is brewing.

Off they were on the usual walk home, Through an empty courtyard, groceries in hand. Not too much, just enough to get by.

“Hey Asshole!”

Schlaut turned, almost like he was expecting this.

“Yes, Gregory?”

A potbellied man, more of a sphere than a man, called out to the two.

“You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us.”

“Us?” Zeke panicked.

“There’s about 4 of them, stay behind me Zeke.”

“What, who are you talking about, how do you know these people?”

“It’s complicated. You wouldn’t understand.”

3 other men came up from behind the Sphere Man. One looked too long to be normal, another looked like a leaf man, the last one had spines coming out of his back.

“Yeah, not so tough are ya now there’s more of us.” Sphere man said, he sounded like he was from New York, which is weird because this is Germany.

“Huh, Good one boss.” The Leaf Man said, he had a very deep voice.

“Yeah, good one boss.” The Spine Man said, he had a very snively voice.

“Hehehe, heheh hehehe hehehe” The Long Man said, he had a very creepy laugh.

“You made it easier for me.” Schlaut butted in, sounding far too confident for a 4 on 1 fight.

RUUUUMMMMMMMBLLLLLLEEEEE

Long Man reached over and punched Sphere Man in the face.

“Aaaah, Tony, whaddya doin? Hit him not me!” Sphere Man was both confused and angry

“Heheheh, heheh, Hehehehhe!” The Long Man’s laugh seemed very panicked and confused.

Leaf Man punched Spine Man, Spine Man grabbed Long Man. It was a free for all, none of the assorted goons and henchmen ever came near Schlaut and Zeke, Zeke leaned over Schlauts shoulder.

“What are they doing Schlaut? Why are they here?” Schlaut looked back at his younger brother. “Don’t worry, Zeke, they’re taking care of it themselves.” Schlaut looked at Zeke for a moment, just one moment was all it took for Zeke to notice the slight red glow from his brother's pupils.

It wasn’t too long before the four strangers were all on the ground unconscious. Not once did the 4 even take a step towards the Funkee brothers.

“Let’s go Zeke, it’s all taken care of.” “But… but-” “Let’s GO Zeke.”

RUUUUMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLEEEEE

They turned to continue on their way home, when Zeke heard skidding. No. Rolling? Turning around in curiosity Zeke saw Sphere Man rolling towards them, like a ball. A very angry ball.

“Schlaut, look out!” Zeke jumped, panicked and….

FLASH

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM

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Not done for the day yet, still gotta send a letter off to Mum back in Germany, quick visit to the Posty and back to Taiyuu. Card, letter, shipping. Totaling 300 yen, that is cheap!

Hey Mum,

Taiyous Taiyuus going great, i think im really hitting it off with everybody here. This place seems more my style than uA anyway. Theres a whole bunch of really weird people here. One person can even shapeshit shapeshift!

Anyway hows things with you, hows the new job in France?

Has Schlaut come back yet?

Love,

Zeke

“Just one letter, wouldn’t a text be better?” The teller was confused.

“It’s just a little tradition we have. Notes and written things are easier to keep anyway.”

Zeke made his way back to Taiyuu, hours on the train, again. The news reports were going on about a villain by the name “The King”. Luckily Taiyuu covered the costs of going back to Mainland Japan. Making his way back to the kitchen area Zeke deposited the fruits and veggies into the communal fridge. However, Zeke kept the Noodle Cup.

Zeke set the kettle to boil and thought of the day everything changed, the day Schlaut left. There was no bang, there was no warning. Around when Zeke was 13 Schlaut just, poof, gone. The whole family thought he was dead for months until Zeke’s 14th birthday, where Zeke got an RC car, brand new and very high end. It came with a note.

Hey Kiddo, Happy Birthday. Sorry I couldn’t be there this year

Noone ever really bothered Zeke again, of course Zeke still had his friends but noone bullied, assaulted or even annoyed him again. The icecream place even gave him a discount. Teachers were a whole lot nicer, even recommending him to hero courses like UA: LA, Shiketsu and Seijin. That was 2 years ago.

The screech of the kettle brought Zeke out of his thoughts. Filling his Cup Noodles with boiling water Zeke had made a shitty meal at Taiyuu.

BOOOOOOOMMMMMM

“Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot.”

Maybe not.

#taiyuu oct #Zeke Funkee #round 2 #cooking event

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We Walk Like Humans Do, Chapter 2

The Transcendence has been, on the whole, a good thing for magical creatures... for the ones that walked on two legs and fit in doorways, at least. Lacie has other problems to overcome before she can live in the big city.

Thanks to @feferipeixes for help editing this chapter! Go check out their awesome stuff!

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Oh, my stars. Alcor hasn’t laughed this hard in lifetimes.

Chapter 2 of Wizard Animago’s Not-So-Secret Spellbook - Everything You Already Knew About Transfiguration and Literally Nothing Else

Hi, I’m 18Lacie5 and I wrote another chapter for you humans. Everyone was really confused on my last post and seemed to think it was a joke, so I’ll start out by answering the five most common questions you had.

1 - Yes, I am a basilisk.

2 - No, I am not the basilisk from Harry Potter.

3 - No, I do not live in the Chamber of Secrets from Harry Potter.

4 - No, I am not the horcrux snake from Harry Potter.

5 - No, I am not in any way related to Harry Potter.

Are we all on the same page now? Good, because holy shit some of you really missed the point here. I got a visit from one of you with a replica of Gryffindor’s sword, and that was so annoying I didn’t even feel bad killing him - like dude, all that tells me is I KNOW you read my post about not coming down here, and then decided to come down here anyway ‘cause fuck me, right?

(The sword wasn’t even that good. It was made of cheap plastic, snapped like a spine.)

Anyway, despite all this the last post was fun to write, so I’m doing it again. Also it seems like the number of visits from treasure hunters has gone down since I posted, though it’s hard to tell. There’s not really a consistent number from year to year, and the day I start keeping a deathcount is the day I give up on life and buy a mirror to see if I can kill myself with my own reflection.

For science, you know?

Alcor’s read the entire blog by now and it’s just perfect. The snark, the sarcasm, the casual disregard towards human lives that could only have been written by an ancient and powerful being - it’s hilarious! And the spell entries… man, he could listen to Lacie tear apart someone’s Latin any day of the decade. If only she could come to some of his summons; she’d have so much material to work with there.

With a chuckle, Alcor looks up and glances around the darkness of the Mindscape. He needs to show this to someone. But who? Mizar? She’s only a year into the current reincarnation… hmm, she might be a little too young to understand it. Lucy Ann’s somewhere around; he probes for her, and finds her - dammit - during naptime at some kindergarten in Portland.

Anyone else?

…

No one else.

There’s absolutely no one else in his life right now. That’s… that’s a fun reminder.

He sighs, and sits back on the fabric of reality. Maybe some cultists’ll summon him; he could read them a blog post, see if they laugh. That’d be fun, right?

Al narrows his eyes at the great nothingness before him. It’d be something, at least.

...You know, he can feel a little tug now.

A weak one, just one summoner, and no circle. That confuses him at first - even the real amateurs usually manage to scribble out some sort of rounded shape - and when he looks closer, he sees it’s holding one of his summoning cards, holding it in its… hand?

No, not quite a hand, and Alcor jolts right up as he realises shit that’s Lacie trying to call him, shit he didn’t think she’d call him back so soon! How long did he keep her waiting? It’s been a couple hours - shit!

Alcor tessers over to her in an instant, his mouth already open and spilling apologies: “Oh my stars Lacie, I am so sorry for the delay! I got distracted and I didn’t think you’d call back so soon so I wasn’t watching as closely as I-”

A deep, rumbling growl cuts him off. It’s a deafening sound, coming from a creature lounging on a pile of bones and gold with teeth the size of Alcor’s entire body; he can’t help but cringe at that. He takes a deep breath, remind himself that he’s an all-powerful demon who definitely doesn’t need to be scared of some mere mortal… even if she is pretty scary for a mortal.

You know, relatively speaking. He isn’t scared, he just thinks she’s scarier than, like, a human. Like a human from that pile of human skeletons she’s smashed into the wall. Yeah, that’s not scary at all. That wouldn’t kill him… looks like it would hurt, though.

He double checked he isn’t standing near that spellbook she’s bound to, right?

Just as he’s thinking this, Lacie lets out another even louder growl, and he jumps back with an undignified yelp.

“Hey, whoa, Lacie!” Alcor watches her head shift to the side. “Lacie? Hello?”

She doesn’t reply, and he looks to her face for an answer. He sees one of her eyes now: it’s closed?

Closed.

The realisation washes over him as she lets out another slow, rumbling snore.

“Oh. You’re… you’re just sleeping, aren’t you. Duh.” He straightens, and casts a glance around the room as he fixes his tie and straightens his hat. “Glad no one noticed that… Lacie?”

She doesn’t stir, and Alcor makes a face. He’s never turned up to a summons and had the summoner fall asleep; would she want him to wake her up? Her dreams feel pretty peaceful to him, and even though that thing - is that a giant laptop? - she’s using as a pillow doesn’t look particularly comfy, it doesn’t seem to bother her in the slightest.

Yeah, it looks like he should just let her call him back… but there is something. Embedded in her sluggish thoughts, he can feel a sort of drive, a sort of desperation, and that makes him hesitate. He looks for her tail, and spots it still wrapped around his summoning card, still squeezing it in a death grip.

Alcor frowns. He watches her snore one more time, then makes up his mind. With a deep breath, he reaches out and prods at her thoughts; they immediately begin to stir. He prods again, and Lacie lets out a grunt. Her eyelid cracks open, and she drags a sleepy glare across the room.

Her gaze meets his, and he feels pain, pain in his soul, his soul feels like it’s being pushed out through his ears ow ow OW- and he recoils, unable to bear it for a second longer.

Wow, he thinks, that really is potent. What on earth makes it so powerful?

Before he can wonder about that, there’s a noise. Gold coins clink against each other as Lacie jerks up, blinking hard, panic flashing in her aura. Alcor holds up his hands.

“Hey, hey, it’s just me!” He looks down as she fixes her eyes on him. “Sorry if you, uh, didn’t want to be woken up, I just thought… you know, you called me, and… what are you doing?”

She’s cast the summoning card aside and is now wiggling the touchpad on her laptop. He cocks his head.

“Whoa, I’ve never seen a laptop that big. Where on Earth did you buy that?”

Lacie doesn’t acknowledge his question. She starts typing something, and he floats closer to see her login screen.

“18Lacie5. Heh, I like your username.” He watches her click on the password box and slowly, painstakingly jab each key with her tail. “E… Y… E… What? Why are you looking at me like- oh. Oh, I’m so sorry!”

There’s a faint snort from Lacie as he turns away. His cheeks redden.

“Sorry, I forget hu- uh, mortals? Mortals tend to like their privacy on stuff… it’s kind of useless since Al-V can hack into pretty much any computer on earth - um, the Alcor Virus, that’s Alvie.” He hears the typing stop, and suddenly wishes he’d chosen literally any other topic in the world. “Um, not that I would make him hack into your computer! I’m just saying he could, and he probably has already… um, I just made him to get rid of Twin Souls though, you’re fine! O-or you should be fine - you don’t, by any chance, happen to like Twin Souls, do you? It’s, um, this book - well it’s a movie now but it was a book - and Mizar - who is my sister by the way - well, that’s why I hate it, because it has my sister and I, umm…ugh, sorry, it’s gross, my sister and I, we’re- huh?”

A low hiss makes him look back, and he sees Lacie - ow - staring right at him. She gestures to the screen, which has a word document open on it with big, bold letters.

“Oh, you want me to read that?” He floats closer, and frowns as he reads the first line:

Im pretending 2 type rite now 2 see how long u wil ramble 4 wtf youre still going and now twin souls no nono why r u explaning i actually cant take the awkwardnes i got 2 stop u

Alcor blinks, then shoots her a dirty look. The noise coming out of her now sounds an awful lot like snickering.

“Wha- I was just-! I just wanted to clarify the hacking thing I said, I-!” The snickering gets louder, and he rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m a little rusty at small talk, very funny. I’d like to see how awkward you’d be if the only practice you could get is on a bunch of cultists in basements. They’re not exactly social butterflies either, you know!”

Lacie just keeps laughing, and Alcor… well, he puts on a show of crossing his arms and heaving a long-suffering sigh, but he’s fighting a smile.

It’s strangely nice, being here. Lacie’s strangely nice to be around; she already feels - and he has to remind himself he’s only met her twice - almost like a friend? Maybe he just has a low bar these days, but he hears her laughter, and… it’s just very, very nice. Nice in a way that’s hard to describe.

Nice in a way he hasn’t felt for a while.

The feeling lingers even after Lacie’s chuckling dies off, and he’s still smiling as he watches her reach for the laptop again. She jabs the down arrow a couple times, and some more, better punctuated text comes into view.

I have revised the terms of our deal, it starts, and Alcor clears his throat, squares his shoulders, tries to get himself back into business mode. He reads on: and I would like to exchange the human bones that are currently in my room for a human disguise I am capable of putting on and taking off at will.

He raises an eyebrow as he reaches the end. This is not the deal he was expecting to make. A human disguise… he can tell she’s no demonologist, that’s for sure; there’s so many interpretations of that, so many wonderful ways to tw͏is͡t her̡ ̵w̢or̵d̸s ͏a͟g̢ai͘n̸st͠ ̢h͝er-

No. He shakes his head to clear it of his worst instincts, but they won’t leave, not in the presence of such an enticing deal. Suddenly, he’s glad he doesn’t have to look her in the eyes right now; he trains them on the ground instead, and starts to speak.

“So, um… when you’re saying a ‘human disguise’, what do you mean by that?” He can’t see her face, but he can see a bolt of frustration flash across her aura. “Huh? What’s- oh right, can’t talk, uh… well, do you want me to make an actual, convincing disguise? You know, instead of, like, a wig and some sunglasses?”

Lacie nods vigourously. He watches her tap the caps key and add ‘CONVINCING’ before the human disguise bit. A part of him screams at all the opportunities he’s giving up - willingly! - but he forces a smile and nods.

“Cool, I can do that. I’ve made a few humans before- human bodies, that is, not… um.” Alcor coughs. “Anyway, I can give you a convincing human form for those bones of yours. How does that sound?”

She taps the screen.

“What…? Oh, yes, I’ll make it so you can switch back and forth at will. Good catch. Now, do we have a d̕e͇̪͍̜̻̪͘a̙̻̬̦͔ͅl̲̝͓͔?”

He doesn’t extend a hand to shake, but blue sparks spurt from his fingertips as he watches Lacie mull it over. Her aura fizzles with nervous energy, but it only takes a couple seconds for her to tamp it down and give him a firm nod. The rush of a newly made deal makes his grin go wide; he tries not to let it go too wide as he claps his hands together.

“Alrighty, then,” he says, rubbing them until those sparks turn into a full-blown fire. “One meatsuit coming right up!”

He extends a hand to the pile of bones in the corner of the room, and with a flick of the wrist he rips the energy from them all and absorbs it. The sacrifice warms him like a good meal, and he turns back to Lacie, ready to put that newly-gained power to use.

He steps back and sizes her up with his hands, a gesture that makes her aura simmer with uncertainty. She makes a low, nervous sound, and he waves her away.

“It’s alright, I just… need to remember how big a human is, how much I need to squish you down... Got it!!” Alcor readies his fingers to snap. “Okay, I’ve only done this on myself before, so there might be some kinks I haven’t thought of! Don’t worry, though, I’ll probably be able to fix them!”

Before Lacie could respond, he snaps his fingers, and his magic rushes around her like a cloud. Skin forms over scales, hair grows over horns, and the figure that remains when it disperses is unmistakably human.

It’s also falling to the ground from the height of Lacie’s head, and oh shit catch her catch her catch her - he freezes her momentum a couple inches from the ground then lets her plop, safely but definitely not gracefully, into a puddle.

“Oh, my stars! Are you okay?” Heart pounding in his chest, he dashes over. “I am so sorry about that fall, how are you- ow, okay , I’m gonna need to get you some sunglasses or something - how are you feeling? Here, let me help you up!”

He extends a hand, and Lacie… just stares at it.

Just stares at him, not moving, and he can feel panic flaring up in her aura as she can’t move, oh stars she’s so tiny right now and she can’t move oh fuck-

Alcor blinks. “Oh, right. Um, don’t panic-”

Don’t panic??? DON’T PANIC??? FUCK THIS SHE’S LIKE FIVE INCHES TALL RIGHT NOW AND SHE CAN’T FUCKING MOVE OH MY STARS WHY DID SHE DO THIS TO HERSELF THIS IS THE STUPIDEST FUCKING IDEA SHE’S EVER HAD IN HER LIFE-

“Lacie? Take a deep breath… Lacie? Lacie!” He cringes when Lacie’s eyes fix on him again. “Okay, um, I can see this is… a little stressful for you?”

She nods vigourously.

“Alright, um… don’t worry, I made it easy for you to change back! You just, y’know, gotta think of yourself being a basilisk again - or is it pronounced ‘battle-isk’? ‘Bas-til-isk’? Heh, that’s a weird word, I’ve only ever seen it written down-”

Lacie ditches her human disguise as fast as she could, shooting back out to her original form and cutting Alcor off mid-tangent. He jumps back, watching relief flood through her aura as she could move again, thank the stars she could actually move and everything’s normal sized again… fuck, everything’s normal sized again. She wasted her deal!

The relief’s spiking up into another panic, and Alcor clears his throat. “Alright, so that deal didn’t go to plan. No worries! I can’t exactly do refunds, but you’ve still got plenty of good stuff to sacrifice in here! Doesn’t bother me if this takes a few tries, heh.”

But that doesn’t calm Lacie in the slightest, because now she has to think of another deal, her mind’s blank, she’s got nothing! But she’ll fall asleep if she makes Alcor leave again… maybe she will have to go for that deal.

It’s hard to read her thoughts when they go quiet, but Alcor definitely picks up something about that deal as they’re retreating into a murky bubble of disappointment. He sees how she hangs her head at the idea, then lugs her laptop over to her, begins to peck away at the keys.

He sees that, and frowns. “Hey, uh,” he starts, and right away her eyes dart over to him. “If you don’t want to make a new deal, I’m sure we could make this one work?”

Lacie cocks her head.

“I mean, I’ve been… I know a thing or two about being in a human body. It’s been a while, but maybe I could… y’know, show you the ropes?”

She doesn’t say a word. The silence stretches, and Alcor laughs nervously.

“I-if you want. I mean, it’s been a while, but maybe I could show you enough to get around? I did technically promise your disguise would be ‘convincing’, so a couple human lessons should be easy enough to fit in, without… without another deal... um, I don’t know if you like this idea or you want me to stop talking? If you do that’s fine, I can do another deal, just give me a-”

There’s a sort of fwoomp sound, and the coils and coils of Lacie’s body seem to twist out of existence. At the same time, a human takes shape where her head was, and falls right into Alcor’s arms before he has time to blink.

“-a sign?” He finishes, and stares down at her. She stares right back, and he’d admire the steely resolve, the carefully-controlled fear in her gaze a whole lot longer if it didn’t make his soul want to push itself out through his ears.

“Oh, Okay. Wow, you’re, um… diving right in, huh?”

Lacie gives her closest approximation to a human smile, and Alcor’s caught off guard by how quickly he finds himself grinning back. An actual, genuine grin stretches across his face for the first time in too long, and he chuckles.

“Alright, Lacie, I like your gumption!” He summons a pair of sunglasses, and sticks them over her eyes. “Let’s get humaning!”

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Humaning. Lacie had taught herself many human things over the years; she’d taught herself to read, to type, to write - heck, she’d even managed to summon a demon (and in proper human tradition, had made a poorly thought-out deal with it.) She was no novice in learning how to human.

Maybe that’s why she thought the whole human form was a good idea. She was great at humaning! She’d taught herself so many of their skills, educated herself on so many of their customs, she was able to pass as one of them online… sometimes, it really didn’t feel like she was all that different from them.

After all, if she could read like a human and write like a human and think like a human, how hard could it be to walk around like one, too?

…

As it turns out, hard.

Very, very hard.

Duh.

Everything, everything is different in a human body. Sure, she thought having arms and legs would take some getting used to, but how about all this hair? How about her cramped little mouth and her stubby tongue? How about her skin? Her skin is stupidly sensitive without scales; when she was lying on the stone, she could feel every little bump in it, could feel water soaking her, making her shiver - and shivering, ugh! What an awful sensation! Even though Alcor’s got her propped her up in a chair now, her skin won’t stop whining to her that, gasp, the fabric’s a little itchy!

Whoop de fucking do, skin. Hopefully she grows a thicker one soon enough, because this is driving her crazy. She’s laughing at the Lacie of a couple hours ago who thought she’d just be able to stand up and walk out of the sewers, and oh, speaking of walking ?

Hah! Try moving them at all!

Lacie’s been without these strange appendages all her life, and moving them would be like a human trying to nod with a second head they’ve just sprouted - sometimes she’ll get lucky and hit upon whatever bundle of nerves is controlling each of these limbs, and after two hours of Alcor’s patient coaching she can make them twitch on a somewhat consistent basis, but she’s not getting anywhere fast with them any time soon.

She can only lie here, with her blunt teeth, with her papery skin, with her useless limbs…

Helpless.

Absolutely helpless.

Alcor looms over her whenever he stands up… and that scares her more than she thought it would. Everything looms over her in this form; the - she called it little - pile of treasure she sleeps on now seems like a great mountain, the ceiling she often bangs her head on is higher still, impossibly high. She sees her spellbook resting on its lecturn, and it’s about the same size as her now; she remembers how tiny it once seemed, and- OH FUCK WHAT’S GOING- oh, she’s shivering again.

Lacie frowns at that, and she lets out a noise that’s weirdly squeaky in this throat, and Alcor taps her shoulder.

(And she feels that, holy shit skin it’s literally just a hand)

“...need to take a break?” He’s asking. Frowning. “Lacie?”

She nods, quickly, and he takes the sunglasses off her face before scooting back. Closing her eyes, she thinks of being a basilisk again, and all these alien sensations fall away with a flood of relief. Lacie is herself again; she takes a long moment to savour it, to lounge across her sleeping pile, to listen to her scales scratch against the stone floor, to open an eye and see Alcor as a tiny figure in her field of vision.

“That looks comfy.” He says. He’s grinning, but she can barely make that out. “Darn, I should’ve moved the chair, too.”

The chair? She lifts her body, and finds the chair she’d been sitting on, crushed beneath the weight of her coils. With a little chuckle, she sweeps it out from under her, marvelling at how tiny it is - how tiny she was.

Alcor laughs, too. “Sheesh, you flattened it. I think it’ll be easier to make a new chair.”

Laying her head on the ground, she lets out a lazy snort.

“…um, when you’re ready, I mean.” He adds. “Or we can stop, if you’re tired? I can-”

She heaves herself up. Ugh, she is tired - it creeps up on her. She can’t sleep though, not when she’s so close, so fucking close to getting out of here.

“Oh, okay… are you sure? We’ve been at this a while, I really don’t mind taking a break…”

Lacie tugs at that mental link in the back of her mind, and feels herself switch back into human form again. Unlike switching the other way, this form greets her not with a flood of relief, but with a host of silly little complaints: her back hurts, the stone’s not comfy on her face, it’s cold, she’s wet, on and on and on and she just wants it all to shut up… but, she will admit, there is one thing she likes.

Alcor hoists her up on one of those tiny little chairs she’d been laughing at just a second ago, and she stares at him, and she feels awake.

Completely awake.

She can’t remember the last time her head’s felt this clear, and it’s a pity she has to spend half her human time fidgeting in a seat because otherwise it’d be amazing. Is this really how bad the energy situation had gotten down here? Wow, she really needed to get out of here, and fast.

“Hey, Lacie?” Alcor’s saying something, and she looks over at him. “So I know you said - or, uh, indicated, anyway - that you didn’t want a break…”

He pauses expectantly, and then, seeming to realise she isn’t going to follow it up with a ‘Yes?’ clears his throat.

“Right. Well, I kind of would. Like a break. If that’s okay with you.”

Lacie blinks.

“You know, we’ve been doing this for a while, and I’m thinking maybe we could do something else? You know, it could be something fun! It could be something like, um, like… oh, do you play Scrabble?”

She shakes her head.

“No? Oh, I guess that was a longshot… how bout chess? I know there’s like, online chess… no?” He frowns at her continued head-shaking. “Alright, well… What do you do for fun down here?”

Lacie thinks on that for a moment, then turns her head towards the laptop.

“Oh, your laptop? Nice, nice.” He grins at her. “I love your blog.”

Wait, her blog? He’s read that? He likes that? The surprise must be showing on her face, because Alcor starts laughing.

“Yeah, it’s hilarious! I was actually so caught up reading it, I didn’t realise you were summoning me! I love just how sarcastic it is! It’s amazing!”

Lacie blinks. Is he… gushing? Is Alcor the Dreambender gushing about her blog?

Is this her life?

“Man,” he rambles on. “that joke about a killcount, that was great. I just don’t get why it’s not more popular! Humans, they just don’t have any taste… they’re, heh, they’re too busy reading Harry Potter, amirite?”

He nudges her like he’s made some kind of clever reference, and she snorts at him. Okay, wow, demon or not, this guy really is an absolute plonker. She loves it.

“Haha, yeah! They’ve been, uh, playing Quidditch too much to read your stuff! Yeah! Or they’ve been, um… making swords? Making- I should stop now, shouldn’t I.”

With a big dumb grin on her face, she nods.

“Yep, that was getting out of hand.” Alcor rubs his neck. “I just wanted to say I really liked it a lot. It was funny.”

Lacie’s grin got even bigger.

“So, uh, you really have been down here all your life, huh? Dealing with treasure hunters-” He chuckles when she rolls her eyes. “Hah, I can imagine that’s not fun! Yeah... so, uh, have you ever been outside?”

She shakes her head. Maybe before she was old enough to remember, but that was a long, long time ago. Alcor makes a face at that.

“Yeah, yeesh. No wonder you want to get out of here, no wonder…”

He trails off, and Lacie watches his eyes go distant for a second before a thought seems to strike him; he blinks, frowns, then, slowly, he starts to grin. He turns to her again, and she raises an eyebrow at the shine in his eyes.

“Hey, Lacie,” He says. “Want me to take you on a little tour?”

#transcendence au #Lacie #fanfiction

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home - chapter seven

robin buckley x reader

a/n: we getting spicy but soft tonight boiiss

warnings: drug use, language

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chapter seven - i dare you to love me

sofia and robin had continued the week getting to know one another more and more. sofia would take robin to school and to work and home every day for three reasons.

one, robin had a habit of hurting herself on her bike so she was trying to avoid anymore injuries

two, she didn’t like robin riding at night especially, but that’s mainly because she had been in the city for the last few years and she knew how dangerous it got there at night but hawkins is hawkins

three, she loved spending time with robin, and robin loved spending time with her

it was friday night and robin was in the store all alone. she was stuck with the overnight shift and sofia and steve were planning to go to sam anderson’s party to catch up with old friends.

it was already midnight and robin had popped in the apartment on the tv in the store

she was about half way through when she heard the front door swing open and then entered steve in full mom mode with a giggling sofia in his arms, full bridal style

it wasn’t until sofia gained her focus onto robin that she paused her giggling to greet her, “oh hey freckles”

steve walked to the couch that was located only within a few feet of him and plopped her down, which caused him to receive a very ugly look from the girl until she returned to her own little world

robin was very very confused, “what”

steve walked up to her, taking a breather, “I DONT KNOW.” he turned around to keep an eye on sofia as she had her legs up in the air she’s high as shit “she said she had a brownie and some beer and then i caught her trying to put the goldfish in the overflowing sink because he apparently wanted to go on vacation”

robin laughed but quickly tried to contain herself and return to a serious face of concern before steve could see her

sofia had on a pair of tight khakis with red converse and a light grey knit sweater. on her wrist she had the watch that robin had seen her wear on most days she was with her and a ring on her right middle finger that also made an appearance almost every time robin had seen her

robin poked steve on the shoulder and he turned around slowly, “look, i know you were looking foward to this party so i will be your knight in shining armor and look after sofia”

steve sighed in relief as he began to make his way out of the door before he was stopped once again by robin’s voice, “BUT” he turned, with a slightly irritable look on his face “go get us food?”

steve sarcastically nodded and made his way out of the door before giving sofia a good ole furred brow which she returned in the cute way that makes robin laugh

once steve left sofia adjusted her position to where she was looking at robin upside down, her feet hanging over the edge of the couch, “you know what, robin?”

“what”

“steve? he’s a good nut” robin started to ramble on in the most serious of tones “like the best of nuts, he is a high class god damn almond my freckled beauty. like sure he was a real pain in high school but NOW god and they say evolution isnt a thing”

robin looked sofia in the eye, trying to contain herself before they both bursted into laughter

robin made her way to sofia on the couch and motioned her to sit up

robin was sitting on one send of the sofa while sofia was laying on the other end, her knees bent so she wouldn’t get into robin’s way and they talked amongst themselves and by talk i mean sofia asked robin a bunch of hypotheticals that robin entertained while they waited for steve to return with the grub

“have you.....ever been in love?”

“nope not yet”

“you will soon, i can feel it. i have a sixth sense. just wait in the near future you’re gonna be head over heels for some lucky gal”

robin had a damn near heart attack

sofia popped her head up, confused “what”

“how did you-“

“how did i know? ppffttt. please. don’t insult me”

sofia was now sitting crisscrossed, oddly closer to robin, “one, i live in god damn new york aka the san fran of the east coast. two, you have no interest in steve or literally any other man i’ve ever seen you interact with but i see you eyeing girls all the time because im eyeing them too”

robin had another heart attack

confirming both sexualities, two birds one cross faded rant

“third, you wear an ungodly yet hot amount of jewelry. you listen to the smiths like it’s your religion. the first day i met you i knew you were into women”

robin now had furred brows, “how so?”

“who’s the dingus now? you were reading the price of salt, robin.”

robin was stunned, and somehow she got even more stunned when sofia put a hand on her thigh and got close to her ear and began to whisper, sending a chill down robin’s spine, “you were also practically eating me with your eyes buckley”

as sofia leaned back to her original state she arched her brows at a still very still robin

sofia was on her seventh question, “what is...your favorite flower?”

robin thought to herself, “i don’t really know”

“oh come on, pick one, i know a god awful amount of information about plants and what they mean, hit me”

robin took a deep breath, “i guess i’d say the lily is my favorite” she laughed to herself as she saw sofia giggle “what does the lily mean?”

sofia was looking at the ceiling, playing with a baseball she had found under the couch, tossing it up in the air and catching it continuously, as she spoke her words in a soft voice with a soft smile, robin still staring at her, waiting for a response.

“i dare you to love me”

robin’s smile had now dropped as she looked at sofia for a few more seconds to be interrupted by the door once again, but this time with steve holding a bag with larry’s logo on it, causing sofia to jump off the couch in excitement and grabbing to bag

“thank GOD i’m starving”

steve cleared his throat, causing the girl to turn around to see her friend holding up a to-go cup with a straw in it

“my special shake?”

steve nodded

“and a vanilla shake for you” robin took the beverage “and a crap load of fries in the bag”

aka the fries that sofia was already munching on

“ok have fun, bye robin”

“bye dingus”

“bye sofia” which was answered by a simple wave from a distracted sofia whose only concern was those fries and shake

after about twenty minutes of robin and sofia eating fries and drinking shakes and talking about nonsense, the found themselves messing with absolutely anything and everything they could find in the store. they found a couple of flower crowns in one of the shelves of the counter that steve had received from max when she made them with el last time she visited her

sofia grabbed the crown with blue flowers and hopped onto the countertop to face robin who was behind the counter looked at an old magazine she found

“robin, come here” she said laughing but still in a soft tone

robin put the magazine down and stepped towards sofia

sofia smiled and gently placed the crown on top of robin, fixing her hair immediately after

robin grabbed the other crown right next to her that had yellow flowers and placed it onto sofia’s head in the small gentle fashion as sofia

the smiled at each other before sofia once again bursted into laughter and took off her crown “i could never rock these, definitely not like max could”

she took robin’s off but in the process messed up her hair way more than intended and began to fix it, calmly brush it down and to the sides of her face

the both paused, just staring at each other, enjoying the calm, their smiles now gone and their eyes now below each other’s noses

sofia leaned forward, her hands now cupped robin’s face that was meeting her halfway to capture each other in the most gentle of kisses and pulled away immediately after to look each other in the eye before continuing a few seconds longer

sofia hopped off of the counter the pressed her body closer to robin’s, kissing her more passionately this time

sofia will never forget how robin made her feel in that moment

she’ll never forget how she tasted like vanilla because of her shake

or how her hands rested on her thighs

or the words she said to robin once they pulled away

sofia giggled once she backed away, “i’m so shit faced jesus christ”

robin laughed back, her heart hearting. did sofia mean that kiss or is she just so out of her mind from the booze and weed that she’d kiss anyone at this point?

“let’s get you some water”

next chapter

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the consequences | sebastian stan

thank you for the request! im sorry the grammar is bad im in the middle of vacation now i cant focus really well

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Being a cardiologist means sometime you have to stay late in the hospital, dissect someone’s body and fix their heart. Today you got a call that you have to do a open heart surgery at 7PM. Its a long process, but its finally finished. You got out from the ER, taking off and throwing out your gloves, you walked into you office and sit, sighing. It was five hours of surgery and your legs hurt. As you drink your water, you took your phone from your purse and all of your tiredness is gone after seeing your boyfriend’s name on the screen.

Sebastian : good luck baby! Can’t wait to hear the process from my smart beautiful girlfriend.

Sebastian : are you done i’m bored

Sebastian : babe its been three hours i bet its a hard one

Sebastian : i’m coming over tomorrow, just call me if anything happens okay? I love you.

You type a quick reply and get ready to go home. You put your stuff in your purse and grab your car keys, walking to the elevator. You and Sebastian are dating for six months now. You met him when you operate his mother a year ago. He was the one who waited for his mother and you got to talk to him about his mother’s heart development. A week later, he asked you out.

You are really confused right now because there are bunch of girls sitting outside your apartment. You parked your car and got out with your purse and white coat on your left arm. The girls are standing up and waiting for you to come.

“Hi! Are you Y/N?” One of the girls ask.

You scrunched your brows but nodded, “yes and may i know who are you? Also what are you doing in front of my apartment at 12AM?”

“I’m Eve. We are Sebastian’s fans. We know that you are his girlfriend and lots of fans said that you are really kind to his fans. We’re just wondering if we can meet him for a couple minutes” one of them explained.

Even more confused than before, you walk closely to them. “I’m sorry but we don’t live together and i’m sure he doesn’t want his fans to meet him in his private place, where he can rest and do private things”

The girl who claim named Eve rolled her eyes, “now you’re lying to us. I know Sebastian is in there and he would always want to meet his fans! Everywhere!”

You smiled to them, “i’m not lying, sweetie. We live in a different place. I understand that you all love Sebastian, i’m sure you will meet him, but not now, and not in this place. This is my apartment, i don’t even know how you can find my address”

The other girl step forward, “we travelled six hours just to see him. Please, can we meet him?” She pleaded.

You sighed, “Sebastian is not here, girls. We don’t live together”

“Such a liar little bitch” Eve muttered, but you can hear her. Clearly.

“Excuse me? I just finished my job and i’m still responding you all because i know how much Sebastian means to you. Unfortunately we don’t live together and you can’t just come to someone’s private place. I don’t even know how you found my address, now you’re calling me bitch? I’m sorry guys but if you’ll excuse me i have an early shift in a couple hours i need to sleep. Good night” you walked to your door, searching for your keys in your purse.

“I know you were whoring some men the whole night and lied saying you stayed at the hospital!”

That’s it.

You turned your body and smile softly as you took your phone from your purse, calling Sebastian. You don’t understand. They are look like fifteen and already saying that stuff to a grown up woman? You shook your head.

“Ugh..hey baby, what time is it? Is anything wrong?” You almost melt hearing your boyfriend’s raspy voice.

You replied with a louder voice, so they can hear it. “Hey sweetheart, sorry for disturbing your sleep. Actually there is something wrong. I found six girls in front of apartment claiming that they are your fans and they thought we live together. When i said we don’t, they called me bitch and accusing me for whoring instead of fixing someone’s heart.”

Before Sebastian can respond, you loud speaker your call so they can hear what’s Sebastian response. They all look frightened you want to laugh. You just don’t get it how they found your address and travel for six hours just to go here, expecting to meet their idol.

“What the fuck? Good god, i’ll be there in a minute”

You put your phone down, “see? Now you have to wait until he comes. Dreams come true!” You know you sound really mean but you can’t stand teenagers calling you names, and trying to disturb you boyfriend’s private time.

All of their faces are pale, looking dumb. You sit on a stair and pat beside you, “here, sit. You don’t want to be tired” you smiled at them. None of them are moving.

Around ten minutes later, a car parked behind your car, and your boyfriend comes out in his pajamas, looking good than ever, but annoyed. You stood, approaching Sebastian. The six weird friends’ eyes are about to jump from the place as they stand up nervously.

“I’m sorry girls but i have to ask you to leave. You can’t respect my girlfriend means i can’t respect you too.”

The Eve girl opens her mouth, “we are really sorry Sebastian, we didn’t mean to harass your girlfriend, we just love you so much and we really want to meet you”

Sebastian smiled, “if you really love me, you wouldn’t do this. Good night guys, my girlfriend has to rest.” Sebastian pulled you and open your apartment with his keys.

“Thank you baby, i’m sorry i bother your sleep. You could stay the night” you said, pecking his lips as you walk into your apartment.

You came out from you bathroom, finding your boyfriend sit silently on your bed, doing nothing. You sit beside him, squeezing his thigh, “what’s wrong?” You asked him softly.

He sighed, shaking his head. “Go to sleep, okay? I’ll get your diffuser ready.” You can’t sleep without smelling lavender from your diffuser. Its kind of a habit, and Sebastian understand your habit really well.

Also, you know something is wrong with him. He will usually ask about your day on the hospital, or he will ask you to cuddle him once you finished shower.

You got into the bed, checking emails on your iPad, waiting for Sebastian to join you on the bed. Once he finished with the diffuser, he tuck himself into the bed and kiss you a goodnight, before turning his body, his back facing you.

Confused, you put down your iPad and turn off the lights, hugging his back, stroking his arm. “I know something is wrong. You know you can tell me everything” you kiss the back of his neck.

“Nothing is wrong, Y/N. Just go to sleep, you have an early shift tomorrow” he said.

“Sebastian, look at me”

Sebastian turned his body, facing you. You kiss his forehead, “tell me what’s wrong”

He sighed, “my biggest fear came, Y/N. When we started dating, i don’t want my fans to bother your private life. You are tired from work and you have to deal with bunch of teenagers waiting in front of your apartment, wanting to see me. I’m scared that you will get tired dealing with them and break up with me. Dating you the most amazing thing i have ever did. A cardiologist? Man, that shit is hard and i’m really proud to call you mine. I don’t want you to get tired of me” Sebastian said, tearing up. Your heart clenched, almost hurt.

You cup his face, “i will never, ever get tired of you. And i will never leave you. I know this kind of thing will happen and i’m not complaining, at all. Do you think i’m not scared? I’m dissecting someone’s body almost everyday.”

“But its your job, doll..”

You kiss his nose, “same as you, sweetheart. Its part of your job too, having strangers following you everywhere. I would never leave you just because of that. I know that’s the consequences.”

Sebastian sighed, “you look really tired and you have to deal with them. What if i’m not in the city? What would you do?”

You shrugged, “talk until they leave?”

“Its not gonna work, doll” Sebastian sit up, staring at you.

Following him, you sit up and playing with his fingers, “so, what do you say?”

“Move in with me”

You stopped playing with his fingers, staring at him, “r—really?”

Sebastian nodded, “yeah, i would love to have you company every time i’m here. Also they wont know my apartment” he squeezed your hand.

“But i have so much books and stuff..”

Sebastian chuckled, “don’t you remember i have two empty rooms in my apartment?”

“You’re right, and i get to clean your messy apartment every day now” you laugh. Sebastian is a really messy person. He always forgot where he put his things, and only clean it when you come over.

Sebastian laugh, “whatever, doctor” as he start kissing you.

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bburningbridges · 5 years

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The Little Things

Summary: Often, it's the little things that matter the most. (In which Kaldur loves, is loved, and learns how to open up piece by piece.)

This is a collection of scenes that were cut from the final draft of "in this life, the days are full of joy." Don't have the read the source material first but it definitely helps!

Notes: kaldur’ahm is the backbone of young justice!! he deserved better and he deserved a boyfriend!! im too lazy to write sequels but take these half-baked scenes i had to cut from the OG story <3

Kaldur leaves Roy’s apartment feeling unmistakably relaxed in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. By his estimate, he has about 10 minutes to himself before he reaches the zeta-tube and has to melt his goofy expression into something much less humiliating so he can face his team.

He tries to think sobering thoughts, but mostly just revisits what shirtless Roy looked like with his feet up on the coffee table. Somehow, his impossibly dopey grin gets even worse.

Star City is already getting cooler, the warmth of summer long forgotten. Kaldur has never minded the cooler weather; it reminds him of home.

That seems to be the exact kind of grave topic he needed to stop smiling. Thinking of Atlantis reminds him of what Roy had said about Aquaman, how he was acting “bitchy” and worrisome. He feels his shoulders sag. Disappointing Aquaman has never taken priority on his to-do list, and yet, he manages it with reliable frequency and ease.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, the part of himself that strives to be at least partially self-aware begs him to address the topic that he’s been covering up for months. Well, years really, but it’s only been an ever-present addition to his daily train of thought since the summer. Founding the team had been a great distractor, but now that he has a comfortable routine going it’s safe to say that he might be going ever so slightly insane. Just a little bit.

You can’t ignore this forever, the rational, tiny part of his brain persists.

And it’s true. One day, Kaldur is going to have to address that he gets honest-to-goodness butterflies in his stomach when he’s around Roy, and that doesn’t happen when he’s with anyone else. He’s going to have to dig deeper than Garth and Tula had, he’s going to have to identify these feelings and who has them for -- and that scares him so badly he starts walking faster.

He cuts his 10 minutes down to seven, and by the time he’s reached the zeta-point his mind is carefully blank, save for the lingering memory of Dr. Pepper on his lips.

Upon returning to the Cave, Kaldur receives no less than three wolf-whistles, three open stares, and feels his heart climb into his throat when Zatanna comments, “Didn’t know you liked UCLA, Kal.”

He holds up his hands, not really sure what he wants to do with them, and winds up making a ‘go away’ gesture at all of them, to their delight.

He’d been so caught up in his head he completely forgot to change. His uniform is folded neatly in the duffel hanging off his shoulder -- he meant to change before getting here, so he could avoid all of...exactly what he’s getting right now.

“I didn’t even know you owned sweatpants,” Artemis says, with an infuriatingly cheeky grin. She’s squeezed between Robin and Wally on one of the loveseats, and she doesn’t actually look that upset about it. “You never struck me as the relaxing type?”

Kaldur looks down. Has been that high strung for so long? It really does feel great to see his team -- these days, he misses them more than he’s comfortable admitting -- but he really does not need this level of ribbing tonight.

“They’re not mine,” his mouth is saying, stupidly.

“I wonder whose they could be!” Zatanna sounds too damn happy about all of this, and Kaldur fixes her with a level glare for a moment. She set up him. This was a trap from the start.

“Roy could’ve at least followed the guy walking out with half his closet,” Wally says. “We never see him anymore! What gives?”

“He’s busy,” Kaldur and Robin say simultaneously, with very different inflections. Kaldur fixes him with a look too.

Robin holds his hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t mean anything dirty, Kal! Get your head out of the gutter.”

Not that it was before, but now that Robin’s gone there he most certainly cannot, and to his chagrin, feels his face start to warm. This is too much. His relaxing night has taken too many left turns, and at this rate he’s either going to implode or end up waxing poetry about Roy’s biceps.

Covering his face with one hand, Kaldur leans his head back and groans. “Why do I let you do this to me?”

All of his teammates look at him with matching smiles from hell, including M’gann and Conner -- who feign innocence so perfectly but Kaldur knows they’re giggling like a bunch of toddlers via mindlink. Wally and Robin have the worst ones.

They know too much, Kaldur thinks. The not so rational part of his brain suggests fleeing the scene.

“You looove us,” Robin sings, hand over his heart.

“I tolerate too much,” Kaldur grumbles back.

“You tolerate the perfect amount.” Artemis stands at the same time Zatanna does, and the two make their way to the kitchen. “But now that you’re here, we can actually get started with movie night. Me and Zatanna have popcorn duty.”

“And by that she means I have ‘keep Wally out of the kitchen’ duty,” Zatanna snorts.

Kaldur blinks in confusion, and she pauses as she passes by him. “What, you thought we were gonna start the movie without you?”

“I…” Kaldur doesn’t know what he thought.

“Just don’t look so surprised whenever people actually give a shit about you, okay? I’m not sure if it makes me wanna hug you or deck everyone else.”

It seems like Roy has been right about more than a few things tonight.

Zatanna’s expression softens. “We waited for you because we wanted to, Kal. It’s not team bonding without the whole team, you know?” And then she pulls him in a quick but energetic hug and follows Artemis into the kitchen.

Feeling properly ridiculous, Kaldur makes to drop his bag off in his room, but M’gann insists that he leave it where it is and deal with it later. The lightheartedness of the night really does make him feel like they have all the time in the world. A little untidiness never killed anybody; he drops the bag and sits next to her on the long couch.

“We really did want to wait for you,” M’gann says helpfully, letting her hand drop on his knee. “And Artemis and Robin taught us a bunch of games!”

Robin snorts; in the time that Artemis had been away, he and Wally had managed to tangle themselves up in a Batman-themed blanket. “And by that she means we sat around and gossiped for like half an hour under the guise of Truth or Dare.”

“And 20 Questions,” Conner says. “Apparently, all my questions were boring.”

“The point of 20 Qs isn’t to ask someone what their favorite color is nine times in a row, buddy,” Wally says. “It’s to get someone to squirm a little and spill something really embarrassing.”

“I like knowing your favorite colors,” Conner replies with a shrug.

Wally makes a very exaggerated huffing sound and throws up his hands. Snickering, Robin says, “Wally’s just mad ‘cuz he kept wussing out on dares.”

“I didn’t wuss out--”

“It was a bit wimpish,” Conner says, as M’gann offers, “I don’t blame you for it!”

Wally just groans again.

Now that he’s not the object of teasing, Kaldur finds it in him to smile. “It sounds like you had fun.”

“After four uninterrupted hours of homework, yeah,” Robin says, petulance betraying his age. After a moment he grins again, and even though his dark glasses cover his eyes, Kaldur can imagine the gleam of mischief behind them. “After the movie, we’ll get another round of T or D going with you, Kal. That way you don’t get to miss out on any fun.”

Kaldur’s stomach feels like it sinks all the way into his toes. It’s stupid to think that Robin is doing anything sinister or diabolical -- he can be nosy but he’s not mean -- but Kaldur can’t shake the feeling that he’s being backed into a corner. As if someone just threaten to shine a flashlight on him and to see all the dark little details he keeps hidden away.

His heart pounds. Suddenly all the jokes about him and Roy, the knowing winks, the teasing -- doesn’t feel so lighthearted.

Kaldur tenses up and shrinks into the couch, not trusting himself to say anything without giving himself away. He sees Conner frown out of the corner of his eye, but Artemis and Zatanna come back with bowls of popcorn and save him from the rest of that conversation.

Something tells him that Robin is staring at him, but Kaldur ignores it and thanks Zatanna for his bowl of popcorn instead. To his surprise, she follows up with a blanket that she spreads out over his knees, then drops into the couch beside him and curls into his side like a kitten would. After a few moments of adjustments, she’s worked herself under his arm, popcorn bowl on his lap.

Again, he’s not sure when Zatanna adopted him, but he’s not even the slightest bit upset about it.

Robin gets the movie going, and for the next two and half hours they all watch Steig Larsson’s book come to life.

(Conner falls asleep about a half hour in, and M’gann leans against his chest and sighs, her contentment practically radiating off of her, and Kaldur’s heart just...hurts, watching it. That could be him. He wants that. He’s almost certain he will never have it.)

Throughout the movie, he can’t help but feel like his entire body has released a partial sigh--this is something he’d been wanting for so long. Just spending time with the team who had become his closest friends when he wasn’t paying attention. There’s no talk of school or family or life outside the Cave; it’s just them in the dark watching a movie and making the occasional side-comment.

It’s...really, really nice.

Kaldur makes a face during one of the darker scenes. “You enjoyed this?” he asks Zatanna quietly.

“Look at the job we have, Kal. I think we’ve all pretty much seen some messed up stuff.” She pauses. “For example, I watched a magic deity possess my dad and claim his body for the rest of forever. So, like. Call me jaded.”

Her jaw tightens as she says it, and Kaldur winces, apology at the tip of his tongue. Ultimately, he decides it’s not the right time. Looking at Zatanna, he recognizes himself; the desire to put on a brave face and march through pain, no matter the personal cost. Acknowledging it was rarely an option. Her jokes were just deflections to distract from her real vulnerability.

“Okay, Jaded,” Kaldur faux-whispers. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh my god,” Zatanna snorts and gets a chorus of shushes from the others.

Kaldur opts to relax around her, and she holds onto him just a hair tighter afterwards.

“Not bad,” Robin says after, as they all blink and adjust to the lights coming back on. “I figured out the so-called plot twist about five minutes in, but still. Not bad.”

“Five whole minutes? You’re getting slow, Boy Wonder,” Wally chides.

“I believe I still enjoy the book more, but it was a very well-done adaptation,” Kaldur says, peering down at Zatanna. “Your movie tastes have certainly earned my respect.”

“Noice,” she says around a yawn. “Next time, you get to pick though.”

“I’d be honored,” he smiles.

“And bring Roy around too,” she mumbles into his chest. “None of us would mind, and I’d like to finally meet the legendary Red Grump.”

And just like that, Kaldur’s state of undistracted relaxation is gone. Suddenly paranoid that Zatanna can hear how fast his heartbeat has gotten, he sits up, jostling her out of her comfortable snuggle, faking thirst. He tries to calm down as he chugs from his water bottle, but Conner ruins his concentration but saying, “Are you okay?”

Kaldur nearly drops and spills it. “I -- What?” he asks. “I thought you were asleep?”

“I was just resting my eyes,” Conner frowns. “Why does your heart rate keep racing like that?”

At Kaldur’s bewildered expression, Conner shrugs. “I keep an ear out. It’s good background noise. But also in case anything goes wrong.”

Kaldur nearly snaps at him to stop it, but that wouldn't be right. He sighs instead. “I am fine, Conner. Thank you for your concern, but it isn’t necessary.”

“Okay, then color me curious,” Conner pushes back. “What’s going on with you?”

Kaldur realizes that the rest of the team has gone quiet, listening in. The feeling of being cornered creeps down his spine.

Artemis clears her throat, looking a little awkward. “Actually, Conner brings up a good point. We’re all a little...curious.”

He jerks to look at her, back ramrod straight. “What do you mean?”

“You haven’t been yourself lately,” she says, looking down. “I mean, sometimes you’re a million miles away even though you’re standing right in front of us. Your default face just looks...sad.”

“Batman may have mentioned that Aquaman was worried about you,” Robin adds, pointedly nonchalant. “He didn’t want to pry. But the concern is definitely spreading.”

“Plus, you’re our friend. I mean yeah, you lead us into increasingly ridiculous situations, but you’re also just Kaldur the merman who we all actually care about and seeing you look like you’re not quite sure where your next footstep is gonna land is just…” Zatanna trails off and shrugs. She’s looking at her hands. “You’ve done so much for all of us, Kal -- even me, and I just got here!”

“What she’s saying is, it’s time you let us do the carrying,” M’gann says gently. “Lean on us for a little bit, okay?”

Part of Kaldur is touched. His heart sort of melts and he feels foolish clenching onto his water bottle for dear life. But at the same time, his instincts to deflect have never been sharper. He doesn’t want them to pry, and he doesn’t want to open up, because how do you even begin to explain something you’ve never even let yourself think about?

The half of his heart that aches for companionship feels so full right now, he thinks he might burst.

And as always, he’s self-aware enough to know that he is not hiding this as well as he’d hoped.

He opens his mouth but chokes on the silence.

He has options here. No one is going to say something unless he does, or until the silence stretches into the territory of hostile, and he doesn’t want that. So he has the floor, and he can either come clean about one of the many things plaguing him, or dodge like he was born for it.

The thing is, it’s not like Kaldur likes, or even actively tries to keep everyone an arm’s length away. It’s just easier that way. Rather than bear the weight of social exile, or even risk being looked at differently, it’s easier to just...truck on. One can’t get hurt if he nevers offers others the opportunity to hurt him. There isn’t a portion of his brain that definitively believes his team would shun him if he came forward with the part of himself he hides away; it’s not like they’d run off to Batman and tell him Kaldur likes a boy, he’s unfit to lead, but that doesn’t mean there aren't icy tendrils of terror gripping his heart right now.

“This…” Kaldur starts, and everyone leans forward just a little bit. Waiting.

“This is a bit overwhelming,” he says honestly. “I am not sure that I...this is much more complicated than my words can explain.”

Robin is giving him that look again. Like he’s a puzzle--an especially difficult one. “Kaldur,” he says, without a hint of humor in his voice. “Truth or dare?”

This is the flashlight moment. His under a microscope moment. Kaldur can barely meet his eyes. He wants to talk to his friend, his heart hurts for it, for the connection, but at what cost?

But Robin is giving him an excuse to open his mouth, so he takes it.

“Truth?”

“Tell us,” says Robin, “whatever you want to. But just be honest.”

That’s a big request. Honestly, Kaldur wants to tell them what has been clawing at his heart for so long; that he is lonely, that this Cave is so empty and he days are so long without them. That his heart longs for someone that cannot and will not allow himself to have. That he loves in way he fears they will find ugly and disgusting -- even he himself fears it, and it makes no sense, and he’s both angry and jealous that Conner and M’gann don’t have to fear their love. They don’t question what their hearts feel, they don’t over analyze and dissect every moment and passing thought and try to shove it down as they burn with shame.

He wants to say, I like a boy, without his throat closing up or the world coming to a halt. Maybe he’s not ready to air all his dirty laundry, but he can at least start somewhere.

At the root of this all, Kaldur just really, really doesn’t want to feel so alone anymore.

“I am very grateful for all of you,” Kaldur’s mouth says before his brain can stop it. “So grateful, in fact, that I find myself missing you more often than not.”

Zatanna makes a tiny sound of understanding, but the others seem lost.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you get to live a life outside of the team. You get to go to school and meet your friends and sleep in your homes, and I am either here dreaming of Atlantis, or here waiting you to come back. I don’t...the issue is not that the Surface doesn’t feel like home. It’s that I feel at home when I’m with you, and that seems to be so...rare these days.”

The silence is deafening. Then Wally says, “Aw, jeez, Kal.”

Conner frowns in a way that is far more emotional than his default. “I’m not gonna lie, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Me either...but it’s true, isn’t it? We have been hanging out outside of missions less…” M’gann admits reluctantly. “Things have just been so busy since summer ended, especially with school.”

“I’d drop high school in a heartbeat to spend more time here, I swear, but my parents would never buy it.”

Kaldur has to fight the urge to roll his eyes. “I would never ask that of you, Wally. School is important. You cannot just leave.”

“I already told you I’d do it if anyone would let me,” Zatanna says. She sounds like she’s only half-joking.

“Alter ego life is pretty jampacked,” Artemis says. “We’re sorry, Kal. And not just like, a little sorry -- we’re really sorry. You know if we could stay longer, we would.”

“I know,” he says. For some reason, that just makes everyone seem even more unhappy.

The silence lasts several more moments, and Kaldur wishes he hadn’t said anything at all. Robin has finally stopped examining him, but now his expression is even harder to read.

“Okay,” Robin says, steepling his fingers. “Switching the game to 20 questions. Question number one -- can you promise us that you’ll tell us these things more often? You’ve got one heck of a poker face; we can’t know what’s up unless you say something.”

Kaldur looks sheepish. He nods quietly. “I will do my best.”

“Question two, did you write all that down before you said it? Or was that off the top of your head? ‘Cuz that was like, Obama-level good, dude.”

Trust Wally to break the tension; Robin digs his elbow into his side while the others chuckle, and Kaldur manages a smile himself. “I do not answer stupid questions.”

“Oh c’mon.”

“Here’s a question,” Artemis says, “just...you don’t have to answer it, but I’m just putting it out there. Is there something else you’re not telling us?”

A worried silence falls over the room -- Kaldur inhales deeply and shakily and it takes a strong burst of courage to nod his head. It’s barely a movement, but it’s enough. It’s a start.

One day he will tell them about how he loves, but for right now, the most he can manage is this.

Artemis has an expression that says maybe, just maybe, she understands his struggle a little more than he’d thought she would. “Okay,” she says quietly, patting his knee. “Whenever you’re ready, we’re not gonna rush you.”

And, for what feels like the first time in long while, Kaldur exhales. He squeezes Artemis’ hand, and even though he can’t form the words to say his thanks out loud, he’s more than certain she understands.

“Number four,” says Conner solemnly. “What’s your favorite color?”

The rest of the game is full of laughter, and a level of familiarity Kaldur never noticed before. They joke easier, laugh more, and there’s no lingering tension in the air. It feels like home, and if he could, Kaldur would bottle this moment and live in it forever.

They talk until the early hours of the morning, and after it’s clear that no one’s getting up to go to bed, they dish out blankets and nod off one by one. Kaldur suspects he’s the last awake, until Zatanna nudges him gently with her elbow.

“One last question for you,” she says, barely louder than the quiet snores of their friends.

He simply hums his acceptance of his fate.

“What is really going on with you and Roy?” There’s no judgement in her voice but Kaldur still has to force himself to relax his shoulders. She sounds curious, not teasing, and maybe a little protective.

Maybe it’s because he’s so sleepy, but he chuckles for a moment, unbothered. “I wish I knew,” he says. “But between you and me? I hope he never asks for his shirt back.”

“I wish I was recording that,” Robin whispers, scaring the pants off of both of them. “You’re definitely gonna deny that in the morning.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Kaldur replies, stone-faced.

Zatanna begins laughing so hard she may very well start choking, and Robin only manages a hapless shrug before leaning onto Wally’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’m a patient guy. Artemis was on the money; take all the time you need, pal.”

He’s not sure if Robin is joking, but regardless, he feels an immense weight off his shoulders.

And he sleeps like a goddamn baby.

#Young Justice #kaldur #roy harper #kalroy #kaldur x roy harper #I DONT KNOW WHAT THEIR SHIP NAME IS NOW AND I DONT CARE this takes place in s1 anyways so whatever!! whatever #not proofread #fic

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yourkittywilde · 5 years

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what hurts the most

TAGGING → @yourkittywilde & @sammynolanh

TIME FRAME → 9th may (??) I think.

LOCATION → Sammy & Kitty’s apartment, LA.

WARNINGS → infertility, pregnancy

NOTES → just a whole bunch of feelings tbh. the start of the break.

kitty

Kitty wasn't ready to go home, but at this point she wasn't sure if she'd ever feel ready so she might as well get it over with. Besides, as hard as it might be to be around Sammy right now and talk about the entire situation, he clearly needed her, and she loved him too much to not try and be there for him. She lingers outside their apartment door for a few minutes and pulls herself together. She wasn't hiding her feelings exactly, but she also didn't know what state the male would be in and wanted to attempt to be prepared. Her heart beats from her chest when she opens the door, and it's suddenly like she never left the other night. "Hello?" She calls out, swallowing and smiling sadly down at Dude when he emerged. "Where's your dad?" And as soon as the last word left her lips she realized this was going to be even harder than she'd anticipated.

sammy

Sammy had been getting a glass of water from the kitchen when he heard the door open and shut, Kitty's voice filing his ears, a breath of relief left his mouth as he set the glass down and went out to meet Kitty in the living room. His eyes were puffy and rimmed red, his nose also red from all the sniffling. He was worried, he was scared, he was upset but when he saw Kitty all he wanted was to have her close. "Kitty." He whispered as if he was relieved to see it was actually her standing there. Sammy didn't say another thing before he rushed up to her and engulfed her in his arms, hugging her tightly against his body and not letting her go.

kitty

“Hey.” She speaks quietly and before she can say anything else Sammy’s arms are wrapped tightly around her. The apartment might not feel like home right now, but Sammy’s embrace always would. She pulls away — somewhat reluctantly — from him and runs her hand through her currently unkept hair. He didn’t look great, in fact he looked worse than she’d seen him... possibly ever. “You need a shower.” She mumbles a little, not really sure what to say. Dude was hovering between the two of them, but she feels the need to detach herself from him to stop it hurting so much. But judging from the pang in her chest, it wasn’t working. “So... how’s it?”

sammy

Sammy shook his head, wanting to hold on to her a little longer or perhaps forever. "So do you." He responds. He doesn't really know what more to say. He didn't know what was on her mind and the conversation she was bringing up was casual and short and it confused Sammy. He tilted his head to the side and pouted. "We missed you." He told her sincerely as he bent down to pick up the puppy and bring dude up to her face. The excited puppy trying to get in a few licks. "We should talk, but we don't have to right now if you don't want to." Sammy offered

kitty

Kitty pats the pup a couple of times before taking a step back to move away from him. “Yeah.” She had missed them too, of course she had, but not knowing what was happening with their relationship meant she wasn’t going to say it out loud. Kitty nods. “We should.” She looks down at the work clothes she was still wearing from two days ago and frowns. Thankfully shed called in to work since their talk, knowing she couldn’t deal with her boss while feeling like her heart and been ripped from her chest. “I need to get changed first.” She comments moving towards the bedroom . “You said you needed me right now though. Was it to talk or?”

sammy

Sammys heart ached as she pulled away. He placed the dog back down and focused his attention back on the girl and follows her back to the bedroom, where the bed remained unmade and messy. "Okay." He replied and sat on the bed as he waited for the girl to change into a more casual set of clothes. He didn't know where to start because of all the emotions he was feeling. He had been so angry and upset a few minutes ago but then when he saw her, everything had just melted away and he was happy she was home and glad she was there. Almost as if his emotions were playing tricks on him. He crossed his legs on the bed and looked down to play withe strings attached to the waistband of his sweat pants. He thought for a few moments, trying to gather up his thoughts "I don't think you trust me." He began, his number one concern coming out, everything seemed to come back to that. Trust... or faith or whatever anyone wanted to call it.

kitty

Kitty doesn’t pay much attention to what she’s getting changed into until she looks down and realises she’s automatically put on Sammy’s shirt. It was too late to change again now, and honestly Kitty didn’t have the energy. She sits on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling down the side and fidgets with the hem of her fiancé’s shirt as he talks. I guess we’re talking now. “I trust you.” Kitty replies with a small sigh. “I just... i don’t trust the situation? I mean, you’re so sure it’s not going to change us-“ but it already was. “And you’re so sure you aren’t going to move back to New York. I don’t know, it just seems a little soon to know these things.”

sammy

Sammy listened and sighed. “It doesn’t seem like you do. The only person changing things is you. Which I understand, I get that it’s scary and new. I mean I’m fucking terrified. But I know what I want. And I know that I want my life with you. I know I want to be a part of Lexi’s life but I also know that it’s going to be hard and maybe involve a lot of traveling back and forth but Im not moving back to the city. Peyton doesn’t even know how involved she even wants me to be which is also totally understandable...” he reaches his hand out to set it on Kitty’s leg, massaging her leg lightly. “We don’t have to make this harder on ourselves than it already is. We shouldn’t make it harder. We should trust each other, cause that’s the only way this is going to work. Honesty and trust, babe. Also, like communication instead of storming off would be cool from both of us but we can work on that.” He gave her a small smile. “I want to be here for you and I want you to be able to tell me how you’re feeling, especially when your sad. I mean if there someone that understands sad it this guy right here...”

kitty

Kitty knew she was being selfish. She knew she needed to be more supportive, but... none of it felt fair. It seemed as though at the end of the day she was the one God was punishing. Sammy got a daughter (kitty knew him well enough to know he was going to do anything for her), and kitty got an absent fiancé and a painful daily reminder of what she couldn’t give him... or anyone. “I just... I don’t know how to be around you.” She says honestly . “I know you’re scared, and I know this is a huge deal for you, and you deserve to enjoy it.. and be happy.” kitty swallows down the lump in her throat which she’s not been able to get rid of in two days. It was annoying. ”But I can’t be happy for you. I can’t be that person. I can’t-“ she pauses to remind her lungs how to breathe. “Right now it doesn’t feel like it’ll ever stop hurting.” She says quietly, looking at the hand on her leg and then back ahead. “You understand sad?” Kitty huffs under her breath. “The only time I ever see you sad is because of me.”

sammy

Sammy’s heart broke for her when he head how hurt she was. He gets closer to her, sitting right next to her and wraps his arm around her. “Can you help me understand what’s hurting you so much? I -I don’t think I fully grasp the reason why you’re so upset?” He spoke gently. “Maybe I’m the one who needs to be more understanding.” He realized as she spoke. He didn’t exactly know why she felt this way. He thought things between them were good before this, but maybe he was the one who needed to do some growing. He took her hand and brought it to his lips “What hurts, babe? Is it not being have to have a kid?”

kitty

Kitty doesn’t object when Sammy gets closer, she doesn’t look at him, but she doesn’t object. “This isn’t exactly a side of me I’m proud of.” She comments, wiping her eyes. “I don’t cry... let alone cry over something I can’t control... in front of someone. It’s pathetic.” She pushes her hair behind her ear and takes a deep breath. “I guess... I don’t know. I never thought I would get married or have a family, y’know? and then you came along and everything changed. We got engaged... admittedly sort of quickly, and yeah, I questioned it, but I never regretted it. And dude-“ her voice breaks saying his name and she pauses to swallow back her emotions, before deciding to skip talking about him all together. “I so thought I was okay with not having kids, but then an 18 year old girl got pregnant accidentally and I basically accused her of being an attention seeking baby trapper... and her father of being an alcoholic— it wasn’t my finest moment.” Kitty admits. “I was jealous. She got pregnant accidentally... and i won’t get pregnant at all. And then, of course there’s Moriah.” She shakes her head. “My body is broken, Sammy. God created women to literally create life... I can’t do that. I mean, I know it’s 2019 and times change. So maybe it’s my upbringing, but it doesn’t make me feel any less broken as a woman.” Kitty hasn’t told anyone this much about herself... ever, and she’s trying not to think about the fact she’s letting someone in enough to hurt her. But then again, she’s already hurt, this can’t make it any worse. “Now... there’s this girl out there that looks exactly like you... and someone else is falling in love with your eyes and your smile and your hair... and that should be me.” Her voice is staring to crack and she needs to pull self away from Sammy if she wants to continue.She stands up from the bed and crosses her arms in front of her. “I should get to look at your face in a child.... you’re were my fiancé. And I know adoption is a thing, but it’s not the same. How could it possibly be the same? Especially now. You have a daughter that that legit shares your DNA, that’s...” Kitty wipes her eyes again. “It’s not fair. And I don’t know if I can feel like this for the rest of my life every time I look at you now. Like... I’m this failure of a woman, and like anything that I can possibly give you is going to be second best to your new family. The family that shares your genetics...”

sammy

Sammy shakes his head. “Its not pathetic, honey. It’s okay.” He tells her. Sammy nodded, understanding why she was upset. “You’re right, it’s not fair. I’m really sorry, babe.” He looks up at her and wraps his arms around himself feeling sad that Kitty was sad. “But you’re not a failure, Kitty. I know it all feels hard and it is hard but you’re such a fucking powerhouse of a woman. I mean that’s why I fell in love with you.” Sammy spoke as he stood to possibly comfort the girl if she let him. “You don’t have my DNA and I love you more than i could possibly romantically love any other being. And you’re not second best to me. But I do understand how you’re feeling... and I want what’s best for you. I love you and I just want you to be happy.” He speaks, beginning to get a bit more emotional. He takes her hands again. “What do you want to do? Is this something you need to talk to a professional about? Because whether it’s me or somebody else, this unfortunately is your reality and you can’t change this situation. I can’t either. I would if I could, Kitty. I’m sure you know that... Having a family with you is something I would love to have, but DNA doesn’t dictate how much love I can offer or have space for. I mean look how much you’ve grown, with dude? I mean I remember when you didn’t even want to touch him. And now he’s basically your child... “ he sighs and digresses. “I want to help you in anyway I can. I want you to be okay.”

kitty

“No, I don’t need to talk to a professional about it.” Kitty’s eyebrows furrow. “I’m dealing with it.... in my own way.” Despite what people say, she doesn’t feel any better after talking about it. She looks up at Sammy, her lips twisting into a frown. She doesn’t want to be comforted, and nothing he’s saying changes anything. “I don’t want to storm out on you again. And I don’t want you to be alone... but I don’t think i can be here. You should take some time to figure out being a dad. And I will take some time to figure out not being a mom.”

sammy

Sammy scrunched his brows in confusion. This sounded a lot like a break up. His lip started quivering “I-I don’t understand. I thought you didn’t want to break up...” Sammy spoke quietly, trying to hold back tears, unsuccessfully . He sniffles and wipes his eyes quickly trying to compose himself. “Is that what you really want?”

kitty

She shakes her head. "No." Kitty replies, feeling her heart break even more as tears fill Sammy's eyes. She didn't even realize her heart could break further. "But I'm trying to be honest with you... You deserve that..." She swallows. "I don't want to hold you back from having a relationship with your daughter. Because while I might not always show it in the right way, all I want is for you to be happy...And as long as I can't be there for you during this huge part of your life, as long as I can't breathe when I think about it all, you're not going to be happy." Kitty shrugs sadly.

sammy

Sammy shook his head. “I-I don’t want to break up.” He told her as he pulled on her hand gently, bringing them closer. His lips pressed to her forehead. “I know you want me to be happy. I am happy with you. I want to be happy with you.” He sighed sadly. “I don’t want to break up.” He repeated. “I don’t want to see anyone else. I don’t want to kiss anyone else. I haven’t even laid eyes on anyone else since I’ve met you. I-I just want you. Just being around you makes me happy. Seeing you makes me happy... I-“ this wasn’t about him. “But you need a break from me... I understand. I fucking hate it, but I understand.” He says softly. “Maybe this doesn’t have to be a break up? Just a small halt? While we get our shit together? “ He suggested.

kitty

Kitty’s eyes close as his lips press against her, and she listens quietly to what he’s saying. “You don’t look happy.” She comments eventually, stepping back from him a little while still clutching at his hands. She loved him, she couldn’t say it right now, but she did, and it killed her he was so sad. “You actually look miserable, and this should be a happy - ish - time for you.” She shrugs and looks up at his puffy red eyes. “Weird and confusing sure, but you shouldn’t be this sad because your fiancé is going through... not your problem.” But she didn’t want to break up either. Sammy was the love of her life... whether they ended up together or not. “A halt?” kitty nods, pressing her lips together and thinking for a second. “Just a break. We can do that.”

sammy

Sammy let out a small sad laugh. “I mean of course I’m not happy right now. You were just telling me we should break up.” He shrugged. “That’s the last thing I wanted to hear...” he explained. “I-I don’t know how I feel about having a kid? I just know the right thing to do is be there for her. I’m just so young and I had already gotten used to the idea that we would probably never had kids and I was content with that. So I’m freaking out, Kitty. There’s also the whole keeping the media away thing. They need their privacy.” He told her and he caressed her hands. “Of course I’m sad because you’re sad. I love you more than anything and seeing you hurt... it breaks my fucking heart.” He sighed quietly and squeezed her hands. God, he wishes he could just kiss her and take her pain away. “Just a break.” He repeated.

kitty

Of course he was freaking out. This was life changing for Sammy, and obviously Kitty wasn’t an expert in kids, but she really should at least try and ease some of confusion for her fiancé... assuming he was still that. “Since we’re doing this whole honest thing still... I know you better than anyone, and you are like, the best person ever. You go on about trust so trust yourself. And it’s gonna sound super cliche and I’ll probs hate myself for speaking it out loud the moment I do, but just follow your heart. Cause that’s sort of why I fell for you.” Kitty laughs sadly and let’s go of his hand to wipe the remaining tears from her cheeks. “That and your butt, obviously.” She says, attempting to make the situation feel a little... lighter? “I’m okay.” She lies before remembering they’re doing honesty. “Okay, I’m not, but I will find a way to be... it’s what I do.” She tells him. “Break.” Kitty repeats again with a nod. “Can I stay in like... the spare room tonight?”

sammy

Sammy let out a shaken breath. “That really, really means a lot to me, coming from you.” He nods and let’s put another small laugh at the mention of his butt. He brings his hand up to push her hair out of her face and caress her cheek. “I’m not really okay either. But we’ll figure it out.” He paused and sighed once more. “C’mere.” He said as he pulled her into another tight hug. Surrounding the small girl with his body. “I’d rather you stay here, with me. But I understand if you don’t want that.” He whispered. “Just know I’m always here for you. No matter what.” He said as he kissed her head.

kitty

Kitty’s arms wrap around his waist and she rests her head against his chest. Life didn’t feel so complicated when they were like this. “It’s okay, I’ll just take your shirt with me... same thing.” She says quietly. The girl sighs under her breath. “I’m here for you.” Kitty replies, honestly. At least she would always try to be for him. “Um..” she pulls away and looks down at her hand, fiddling with the ring on her finger. “Do you... want this back?” She asks, pulling it off and holding it out to him. This was new, she wasn’t sure how breaks and engagements are supposed to work.

sammy

Pulling away felt like the hardest thing he’d ever have to do. He wished she’d say yes. “You don’t want to start our break tomorrow?” He asked nervously. Then the ring was off and he looked away, it was too painful. “No. I- this is just a break, not a break up... just a small time apart, space... unless you’ve decided you don’t want to marry me anymore...” Sammy spoke quietly, scared to even raise his voice, knowing it would sound broken.

kitty

“I-i don’t think that’s a good idea.” She says, shaking her head. Sammy couldn’t hold her all night, and she knew as soon as it got quiet she’d start thinking again and being around him would hurt. “I’ll stay in the spare room tonight.” The look on Sammy’s face tells her that taking off the ring was a bad idea. “No, I still want to...” It didn’t seem like it was possible right now, but she didn’t want to give up on the idea completely. She slides the ring back on her finger, and looks at him. “I wasn’t sure.”

sammy

Sammy nods. “Okay. You’re probably right.” He says quietly. “I’m here if you change your mind... but take Dude with you. He’ll keep you company.” He offered. He took the ring from her hand and placed it back on her finger, holding her hand in his. “I love you. We’ll get through this, okay?”

kitty

“Um..” Kitty chews lightly at the inside of her lower lip. It wasn’t Dude’s fault, he didn’t choose to be caught up in all of this... but she couldn’t shake the feeling that if Sammy was to disappear, so would their dog. It was his dog at the end of the day, and his new daughter’s mother was already in Dude’s life. She hated that. Kitty shook her head. “No. You keep him.” She looks down at their hands, and the engagement ring smiling sadly, wishing she could go back in time when they were stupidly happy. They were meant to have a freaking wedding date... not this. “Okay.” She says simply. “So... I guess I’m gonna go now.”

sammy

Sammy couldn’t deny that not hearing her say it back hurt but he knew that she loved him too. “Dude doesn’t let me sleep. I think he really wants to see his mom... he’s missed you.” Sammy insisted. He sighed. “Yeah, I guess I should shower. I’ll probably watch a movie after if you want to join me.” He offered . He didn’t really know how this worked.

kitty

“It doesn’t matter anyway... Dude does what dude wants to do.” Kitty says about the free spirited pup. “Showering is a good idea.” She should probably do that at some stage, honestly. “Thanks... but I think I just want to be alone.” The situation hadn’t changed, the only thing different was now they were on the same page... or at least in the same book. She squeezes his hand gently before letting go. “I’ll come and get some things in the morning so I’ll see you then...if you’re here obviously. If you’re not, I’ll see you, soon? I guess.” She says softly before turning to head to the guest bedroom. “Goodnight, Sammy•

#para: sammy #para: what hurts the most #sammy #//sorry this took me 5eva to post #//i actually thought i already had tbh

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huffle-dork · 6 years

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Sleight of Hand (Part 9)

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Anti pushes forward towards the wide-eyed Marvin, twirling the knife in between his fingers and giggling madly. Marvin scoots away with fear in his eyes until his back bumps against the wall. Anti’s laughter echoes and grates in Marvin’s ears along with the sharp sound of glitching.

“What’s the matter? Ć̖̫̖̓͂a̡̛̳̯͆̀t͈͇̔̀͛͜ ̼̭͉̾̌̒g͓̳̯͛̑̔ǫ̜̬̀͗̕t̜̱̫̂́̑ ̲̦͓͗̈̿y̢͙̦͑̀̀ō̦͈̘͋̀û̞̲̯̉̉r͍̬̲̀̑͝ ̼̲̗̊́͌t͔̩̦͐̈́̾õ͈̲͈̍̋ṅ͍̯͙͒͗g̼͓͍̔̅̓ǔ̩̭̤̈́̉e͔̗͙͐̽̕?̛͙̱͖̀̅ ̛͉̳̓͐͜” the glitch giggles, “You has some reason to call me here so fucking spill it!” He growls, his eyes flashing pitch black.

“I-I,” Marvin stammers, dread sinking into his whole body. This was a bad idea.

Anti sarcastically mocks Marvin’s stammering as he strode forward and knocked over a chair, causing Marvin to wince and shrink in on himself.

“I haven’t got all day, cat mask,” Anti snarls as he flips the knife up into the air again. The light above the table flickers in and out with Anti’s form as he glitches in anger. Marvin quickly sits up taller and bursts out, “It’s the others!”

This gives Anti pause. Then he laughs and points the knife down at Marvin, getting uncomfortably close. “Why would i care about those useless bunch of copies?” He spits, taking another step forward and Marvin closes his eyes, fear clutching his heart.

“B-because someone is controlling them!” He cries, and pries open his eyes to see Anti has stopped. He brings his head up and his mouth feels foul as he breathes, “T-they… they’re taking your puppets away.”

A hand heavily thumps next to Marvin’s head against the wall and the cold tip of Anti’s blade in held under his neck as Anti hisses and leans in close, ‘W̜͔͖̼͐͌̏́ḩ̛̞̙̯̅̐́ö̤͈̗̫́̈́́̇?̡͍̗̺̎͑͑͌”

Marvin swallows but stares determinately at the glitch, “His name is Phantom.”

Anti’s eyebrows shoot up, “That little nobody figment of that singer?” Anti giggles and lifts up Marvin’s chin with the knife, reveling in the way Marvin’s face scrunches in discomfort, “You gotta be lying to me, kit kat. He doesn’t have that sort of power.”

“He’s stronger than you know!” Marvin wheezes, “He’s taken a whole army from his time in prison and he… he’s gotten all the other egos. And he won’t stop til…”

Anti tilts his head, “Until what?”

Marvin takes a shuddering breath, “Until he has me.” He stares down at the floor for a second before looking back at Anti with a renewed fire in his eyes, “I can’t stop him alone… i-i need your help.”

Anti stares at Marvin in semi-disbelief before he throws his head back in manic laughter.

“Me? Help you???” He holds his stomach as his whole body glitches in laughter, “You truly must be d̠͈̲̂͆̎͂ͅe̜̙̲̍̾͛̕ͅs̢̙̻̼̀͌̉̚p̗̣̲̗͛̄̅̀ê̟̖̦̼̒̓͝r͉̲̰͙̉̈́͑͘à̦͎̩́̂͘ͅţ͓̗͉̐̿́͂e̹͇̩̘̋̀́̇.”

Marvin pushes himself away from the wall and his eyes glow blue, “I’ll do anything to save them… even work with you.”

Anti smirks through his strangled laughter, “You got balls, Marv, i’ll give you that.” Anti stands up on his feet and flips the knife, “But working with me is gonna cost you something… w̡̡̟͍̽͑̉̿h̼̻͖͇͋̐̈̕à̘͕͓̺̈́͋̆t͔͈͇̩̀̌̂̕ ̻̹̜̠̄͆͛̚ą͕̰̞̋̑̓̌ŗ̟͉̻͋͛͊̍e̹̭͍͙͊̋̃̾ ̖̣̻̄̀́͘ͅy͇̰͚͚̽̓̀͘ǒ̜̱̼̪͌͛̓u̻̹̱̪͑̓̊͘ ̡̻̙̖̏̃̈͗w̖̩̜̗̔̇̕͝ì̡̗͕̺͑̌͛l̫̲̤̮̆̌̇͝l̪̹͎͈̄̈́͑̅ị̩̲̎͛͗̕͜n̢̺̹̖̐̇͐̋g̡͖͖̺̽̉͐͝ ̤̼̰̬̂̒̀͘t͙̻͔̪̾͐̾̎o̱̟̖͒̾͛͜͝ ̢̝̭̝͒͋̄̿p̧̺̳̘͗͛̊͝a̟̞̠̼͒̍̍͑y̹̘̭̮͌̏̿͒?̺̘͇̬̔̏̌͘”

Marvin grips his hands into fists and his shoulders shake, “I… I’ve given everything i’ve had to try to keep them safe…. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Y̠̝̻̿̇̔͜͝o̢͓̙̠̾̅͝͝u̦̱̞͔̇͌͘͠'̛̪͚̬͆̏͜͝r̙̤̘̜̾͐͂͘e̠͇̘͎̎̑͂́ ̝̮̟̻̃̆͝͠g̖͙̺̮̈́̄̀͠ǫ͉͉̌̾̌̄ͅn͔̞̭̱̐̐̀̿n̢̼̤͔̉͒̍͝ą̞̲͂̀͂̕ͅ ̧̞̘̻̎͆̀͠ŗ̳̱̝̈́̎̿́e̡̙͕̠͗̉̒̚g̫͈̜̗͌̌͆͝ṙ̺̦͚͓̈̀̀e̗͍͉̣̔́̾̌t̳͙͇̎̓̈́̇͜ ̛̖̯͈̘͑̊͠t̝̺̖̣͌̈́̎̑ĥ͚̞̹̍̏̀ͅō̖̹̹̤͐̊͝s̘̝͇̍̀͌͒ͅe̼̬͔̽̆̈͗͜ ̝̪̖̜̀̋̌͠w̡̰̟̗̏̊̾͂ǫ̢͚̭̾̅̄̏ȓ̡̨̥̀̋͑ͅd̳̯̟͈͊̔̇͛s̡̢̛̮͉̾̀̚,̛̫̩̰̇̀̌ͅ ̠̼͈͓̃̇̓̈́Ṃ̢̛͖͌́̈́ͅà͔̱͍̻͊̎̿r͙͚̟̰̽͒̾̾v̧̝̮͕̿͌͌͐ị͎͙̮͆͛̃͘n̘̙̰͍̾̔̾̒.̝̼̫͎̄̅̓̆” Anti giggles, but he turns and places the knife on the table before he offers Marvin his hand with a lopsided smirk, “But for now, it seems we have a deal.”

Marvin slowly takes his hand and gives it a firm shake. Suddenly Anti is pulling Marvin closer to him by his arm and he whispers harshly in his ear, “But don’t think for a second its out of the kindness of my lack of heart. I’m only doing this is get back what’s m̨͙̭̫̾̒̐̈́i͔̰͕͚̍͋̾̾n͕̞̳̠͆̅͂͂e̞͔̫̗͌̀͒͠.̺̦͕̪̎̈́̀” Marvin shivers but he nods. Anti looks like he’s going to grip harder onto Marvin’s arm to increase the threat but his arm passes through Marvin’s in a series of pixels and glitches. Marvin jumps back in surprise.

“Ah Damnit!” Anti growls as he shakes his arm and tries to get it back together.

“What the hell…?” Marvin whispers, watching as Anti’s form continues to glitch and fizzle.

Anti flashes black eyes at Marvin with a low growl, “Whatcha lookin’ at, circus freak?”

“What’s happening to you?”

The glitch gives a bitter laugh as his arm finally comes back together and he flexes it as if testing it’s strength, “Not all of Jack’s figments were made to exist in their own bodies. He made me to exist in his fucking head… a virus.. A glitch in his computer.” Anti growls and smashes his hand against the table with another growl of anger before he lets out a breath, “I can’t exist in a solid form too far from his head without…”

“That’s why you’re only seen in videos for such a short time...Why the camera can never pick you up just right. Why no one has seen you make your own place in the city…” Marvin gasps as he pieces it together, “...Why you hate Jack…”

Anti tilts his head with a cruel smile, “Yer a smart one. He forced me to live inside his stupid head while he let all you roam free….Not exactly fair is it?”

“Well… you did try to kill him,” Marvin counters and Anti merely shrugs and brushes past Marvin and flops onto the couch, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

“Enough fucking around, whiskers. I’m figurin’ this whole thing has a time limit so catch me up on what yer plan is.”

“Ah, right,” Marvin says shaking his head and he grabs the cards from the table and joins Anti on the couch. He takes a few minutes to catch the glitch up on who Phantom and all he’s done in the past months before he retells the most recent bits, “Phantom stole them all earlier tonight. He can reveal their desires and has minor mind control to make deals. Once a deal is signed he has their souls… and they can’t resist his commands. He has everyone. He says if i don’t give myself up to him he’ll… he’ll kill them all. And i have no doubt he will. WIth his army and the others… my magic alone isn’t gonna be enough against him.”

“So what’d ya need me fer?” Anti sneers and Marvin looks conflicted, “...did you even think of a plan before you slit yer hand open to bring me here?”

Marvin stares down at his bleeding hand as if just remembering it was there. The cut is still bleeding but the blood looks almost black and Marvin swears he sees green glitches appearing around the edges. He rips a piece of his shirt sleeve and wraps it around the wound as he stammers, “I...I guess not.”

Anti huffs in condescending laughter, “yer an idiot.” He pushes off the couch and grabs the ace of diamonds, studying the address on the back. He twirls the card thoughtfully in his fingers and almost drops it as his hand glitches through it. He catches it with an annoyed grunt before he flings it at Marvin. “So, you’ve handled the guy before right?”

“Yeah… i uh… I’ve killed him before.”

Anti clicks his tongue against his cheek, “Yeah but figments aren’t so easy to kill.” Anti leans back on the couch’s arm and regards Marvin, “Think ya got the guts to kill ‘im again?”

Marvin stares shocked at Anti before staring down at his lap. Slowly, he shakes his head, a cold look on his face. “No…. killing him is too merciful.”

Anti barks out a laugh, “I like the way you think, cat mask! … Maybe you an’ me could be good partners down the road….”

Marvin gives Anti and withered look, “I don’t want to hurt people anymore, Anti. I’m not like you.”

Anti crosses his arms and shrugs, giving him a devilish grin, “Ya never know what could change.” The glitch rises back up from the couch, “So you’ve beaten him before, right? Multiple times?”

Marvin self consciously messes with his hair, “Well yeah.. But the only time i’ve gotten a jump on him is.. When i’ve surprised him.”

“So why not do that again?”

The magician's eyebrows furrow together in confusion, “I can’t. He knows i’m coming.” Anti rolls his eyes, “Yeah but now you have me. That’ll probably get the jump on him.”

Marvin looks more confused, “The… the warehouse is on the other side of town. You just said you can’t exist long out of Jack’s-!” Marvin is cut off by Anti slamming his head against the back of the couch with a sinister grin spreading across his face.

“There’s more than one way to exist outside my host,” He cackles as he snatches Marvin’s bandaged hand and curls his fingers under the fabric. He rips it away before plunging his fingers into the wound. Marvin cries out in pain and his body seems to be consumed by the feeling of static and electricity.

“W-what are you doing?!” Marvin gasps breathlessly as spots dance in front of his eyes. The lights and electronics are going haywire in the apartment as Anti laughs madly. The glow of his unnatural green eyes is the only thing Marvin can see clearly through the madness. Marvin screams as the pain seems to collect and linger on his sliced palm. It feels like he’s being sliced open on the inside by a thousand sharp razor blades.

“Y̡̖̝̗͑̽̃̐o̟̥̫̦̒̈́͠͝ư̜̫̹̐̈́̈͜ ̧͓̳̭̈̅͂̎s̮͓̦͚̾͐̅̃a̠̦͕̅͌̈̑͜ĩ̭̥̞́̇͒ͅd̪̖͉̭̐͛́͝ ̜̫̮̻͗̇̎̋y̗̣̱͆̎̅͜͠o͓̝̻̅̐̈́͌ͅũ̢̡̳̬̀̌̃'͎̣͈̩́̀̈́̕ḑ̱̣̮͛͌͘͠ ̢̞̜͚͑̽̎͌b̻̙̟̱̏͂́͝e̹͇̥͙̓̀̆͂ ̖̫̰̙͌̒͒͋w͕͔̠͇͗̊̉͝ȋ̢̲̗͔͊̕̚l̡̗̘̪̔́̀̈́l̤̱̖̘̽̃̈̋i̢̲̜̦̅̓́̈́n̹̤̦̮͑̃̓̾g͕̙̘̗̏͌̓̋ ̧̡̜̲̍̿͑̀t̛̥͕̫̆̈̚ͅo̧͚̜͒̋̚̚͜ ̰̮̩͗̈́̎͠ͅd̰͕͈͙̀̄̑̚o̬̝̤̟̐̾̈́͛ ̢̥̤̘͒̎̿͝ä̛̦̰̗̹́̎̇n̞͚̳͒̆̍͜͝y͙̹̳̅̇̈́́ͅt̨͕̰̹̃̽̔̋h͍͈̰͐̅̂͌͜i̛͙̗̭͈̐̎̚n͎̼̠͎͗̈́͋̑g̬̠̗̬̐̑̚͘,̪̦̼͚͗̈́̓͘ ͈̣̯̤̽̈́͋̒M̫͇͚͓̍̀̀͂ä̛̬̻̪̹́̈͝ṟ̭̹̟͂̇̑͝v̨̳̱̇̈́̌͊͜i̤̳̝͙͋́͘͝n͙̺̥̝̊̿̎͝.̼̣̖̯̍̍͑͝ ̗̜̱̬̅̃̔̚T̗̰̗̹̂̓̀̀h̲͇̙͑̂̆͜͝i̛̬̞̞͚͌̾̑s̨͓̹̯̓̈́̈́̔ ̢̫͎͇͌́̒͑ḯ̼̭̯̦̍͑̋s̝̮̳͛̐̎͜͝ ̧͚̦̖́͗͘͝w̢̲̬̹̎̑͝͝ḩ͇̮̜̿̾͌͐e̛̖͙̱̣͂̆̑ŗ̠̗̥̑͑̽͝ę̩̭̝̐͒̀̊ ̨̨͙̟̿̕͠͠t̨͔̬͈͐̉̽̇h͙̤̜̞͆̄̄͠e̡̤̝̻̋́̃̈ ̧͈̺̮̎̅̽̇f̧̖̹̲̈̆͑͘ų̮̬̙͗̾͝͝n̛̲̣̬̅͑̕ͅ ̢̞̜̭̓̍̈̚ḅ̠̺͖̆̋͛͘e͖̹̲͒͋̈́̀͜g̡̞̲̜̎̄̀͝ỉ̜͚̘̲̒̕͝ñ̡̥͖̯̂̈̈́s̳͎̮̮͆͊͗͝!̪̺͔̟̉̈̐͆” Anti giggles sadistically as his voice echoes and grates the inside of Marvin’s head. He can’t think, or breathe or feeling anything besides this awful feeling of being torn open. The pressure seems to build and build until Marvin is sure he’s gonna pass out from it all.

Then, there’s one big burst of light as all the electronics fizzle and die and the room goes dark. Marvin clutches his hands to his chest as he breathes past the pain. His face is covered in tears he hadn’t realized he’d been crying. The lights slowly flicker back on and Marvin looks around to see Anti’s no longer in the room with him.

“A-Anti?” Marvin whimpers as he stiffly pulls himself up from the floor. When had he fallen down there? He shakes his head as a wave of nausea comes over him. His whole stomach turns and he lifts himself and high tails it to the bathroom. He barely is able to make it to the sink before he spews and coughs out whatever was irritating his stomach. He wipes away his mouth and shudders out a raspy breath. He blinks and stumbles back when he looks down and sees the mess is nothing but what looks like glitching black blood.

He pushes up against the wall and stares at his hand. It’s completely healed over, but the skin around the cut looks green and it too looks like it’s glitching.

Marvin is in full panic mode as he pushes back towards the sink and shoves his way towards the mirror. He shakily reaches up a hand and wipes away tears of blood leaking from his eye. His right eye, which now echoes the look of Anti’s.

Ah sorry, the process can have a few glitches~! Anti’s voice echoes throughout the space and what feels like Marvin’s head. Marvin grits his teeth against the foreign feeling and shakily pushes back away from the mirror. He tries to say something in response but finds himself choking as pain erupts from his neck. He stares in horror at his reflection as a thin neck wound starts to open on his neck and begins to bleed. Exactly like Anti’s.

“W-what the hell did you do?!” Marvin coughs, and blood drips out of the side of his mouth and he shudders. His body seems to glitch slightly and Marvin’s skin crawls at the uncomfortable feeling.

I gave you a fighting chance, kitten whiskers. The glitch chuckles darkly. Marvin feels something sharp in his head and a tug like he’s being pulled by a string and his whole body lurches forward so he’s staring back at his reflection in the mirror. Marvin sees his head tilt slightly in a mischievous manner as Anti’s voice seems to echo from his own, “That con man won’t even suspect what’s coming for him~!”

Marvin’s reflection grins as his eyes burn green.

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#magnificent series #antisepticeye #marvin the magnificent #hufflewriting #ego fic #posession #mmm not much to tag in this one |D #hope this makes sense ;;;#sleight of hand #part 9 #zalgo

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a little reddie for u all

-when they were about 16 richie and eddie had both decided they wanted to move out of derry, together… they just hadn’t talked to each other about it.

-they had been best friends for fucking ages. eddie sort of fell for Richie when he was 14, and richie did the same.

-days turned into months, which turned into years of Richie tease-flirting with eddie, and the two of them being overly affectionate with each other, not thinking of them being anything more than ‘best friends’

-it wasn’t until bev said anything to Richie that he realised he’d fallen head over heels in love with his best friend.

-they were having a smoke together when she nonchalantly asked ‘so have you kissed him yet?’

-‘sorry, who is it that i’m kissing marsh?’

-‘um, eddie?’

-Richie’s breath hitched mid drag, causing him to start coughing on his cigarette

-‘what the fuck’ *cough* ‘huh?’

-after that Richie paid extra attention to eddie,

-he can’t believe he hadn’t noticed he liked eddie sooner himself. if everyone else had figured it out then maybe eddie had too

-when they were 16, Richie decided that he had enough. he was gonna tell eddie how he felt

-so he had it all planned out. he knew exactly what he was gonna say and how. organised&confident!richie

-you know on one of those nights, (obviously… it cant be reddie w/o Richie climbing thru eddie’s window at one in the morning) Richie carefully climbed through the unlocked window to eddie’s room, trying to be quiet to not wake mrs kaspbrak down the hall

-which of course involved Richie awkwardly pulling himself over the window-sill, tripping over his own feet and making a clatter before carefully pushing himself back up off the floor and sweeping his long curls off his face

-eddie was sitting on his bed shirtless reading a book, his beside lamp turned on, illuminating his face in the most flattering ways

-cue panicking&nervous!richie

-he took one look at eddie and everything he had planned went straight out the window he came in

-rich didn’t even give eddie time to say hello before he just

-“eddie i think im fucking in love with you”

-and eddie was shocked

-obviously not shocked at what he said but at the pure abruptness of it all

-well he was a little bit shocked because jesus Christ Richie likes me back wtfffff wtf wtf WTF

-so he did what any normal human being would do in the middle of an awkward situation

-he just started quietly, kinda psychotically, chuckling to himself

-like quick laughs in between really short breaths

-tbh Richie thought eddie was having an asthma attack

-“ohhhh shit oh shit okay fuck um its okay you don’t need to say anything i knew you wouldn’t feel the same i knew you couldn’t me back its fine, just can we please pretend this never happened ohhhhh fuck why did i do this, it was a bad idea from the beginning, fuck you marsh oh my g”

-eddie was just staring at Richie now, this huge blabbering mess like… what the fuck is going on.

-but Richie wouldn’t stop talking so eddie made his way over and off the bed, walked over to Richie and just put his hand over his mouth so he’d stop talking

-“jesus chee, shut the fuck up would you?”

-and Richie just mumbles an almost incoherent ‘okay’ from underneath eddie’s hand

-“calm down, its fine because i… love you as well”

-and Richie shoulders just un tense x1000 and hes like oh fuck i just embarrassed myself but its okay because eDDIE LIKES ME BACK FUCK YES MOTHERFUCKERS THANK YOU MARSH

-*still mumbling against eddie’s hand* “you do?”

-“yeah, I love you Richie”

-“cool… can i kiss you”

-“sorry what? I couldn’t hear that”

-“can I kiss you?”

-“sorry, hold on” (and just takes his hand off richie’s mouth)

-and as he does Richie just fuckin grabs eddies waist and pulls him into him and just, kisses him.

-and its sweet and its passionate and its everything they both hoped it would be

-and they just melted into each other

-and were both so fucking happy

-when they started dating none of the losers were even surprised, and they all knew every detail of what happened because eddie wouldn’t stop talking about it for the first MONTH

-“and he just went so fucking red and he looked so embarrassed but it was okay because he didn’t know what i knew which was that”

-“you loved him back, yeah we fucking get it eddie. tbh NONE of us are surprised. its been a fucking month now”

-but now fast forward to them STILL dating and they’re just about leaving school, and they both know they wanna get the fuck out of derry

-and when they talk to each other about it they decide they want to move to New York

-they got this cute little apartment in the city

-and it’s absolutely gorgeous

-the night of moving day, they’re just sitting on a bunch of pillows arranged in the living room, Richie has his arm around eddie’s shoulders and they’re just sitting on the floor. just looking around at all the unpacked boxes around them

-there isn’t any furniture because Richie fucked up the dates they were moving with the moving guys

-“rich are you sure you want to organise the movers for us?”

-“yes eds, i’m sure i can do that. don’t you trust me?”

-there’s this big ass window in their living room/kitchen that looks over the city streets and all the lights from outside are flashing and they’re just cuddling on the floor feeling so content

-and they pull out heaps of pillows and blankets and just create a makeshift bed on the floor, and fall asleep in each others arms, feeling so fucking happy

-over the next few days, they finish unpacking, they have the furniture set up and they begin to decorate here and there

-and everything just feels so… right

-like they’re so happy to have moved out of the hellhole they lived in and just are feeling pure bliss because they can barely believe they managed to end up here living together

-Richie wants to get a ping pong table and put it in the kitchen

-but eddie doesn’t agree with that

-“look eds there’s SOOO much space”

-“Richie we aren’t having a ping pong table in our fucking kitchen”

-one morning when eddie wakes up, he realises that Richie isn’t in bed with him

-he sits up, feeling very confused, until he pulls himself out of bed

-he smells something really delicious and hes just like

-????????

-and walks out to the kitchen to see Richie shirtless, cooking breakfast, softly singing along to a song that’s playing over the radio

-and eddie just smiles to himself because look at my boyfriend, he’s gorgeous

-they’re build pillow forts in the living room and curl up watching movies when it’s raining outside

-“you can never be too old for a pillow fort babe”

-and sometimes Richie falls asleep on eddie’s lap while eddie plays with his hair

-Richie still plays guitar

-sometimes when eddie comes home from uni or work, Richie is already home and he’s sitting in the living room playing and singing

-sometimes he writes songs about eddie which makes eddie absolutely melt

-and when either of them has a bad day, they do whatever they can to make the other relaxed

-like cooking a nice dinner, running them a bath

-when eddie’s stressed or angry, Richie knows he doesn’t want to talk so he’ll give eddie gentle hugs and forehead kisses

-and he’ll play his guitar

-and when richie’s upset or having a bad day, eddie will sit down with him and talk. just talk. about nothing and everything all at once

-and eddie will play with richie’s hair which they both love

-also expect SPONTANIOUS ROMANTIC DINNERS

-like cute candle lit dinners with homemade food

-and even though they’ve been best friends since they were 13, and they know absolutely everything there is to know about each other, they still stay up all night talking about things

-they talk about themselves, or whats happening, how they’re feeling, they talk about deep shit like their fears and what they want for breakfast tomorrow morning

-and sometimes they’ll climb up the fire escape and sit on the roof

-they still see the losers regularly, switching between their place and bill & stan’s

-(YEAH I KNOW IM A SUCKER FOR STENBROUGH)

-bev ended up with ben and they decided they wanted to live in Europe, because its gorgeous there. plus bev has never been to paris,

-mike got a football scholarship at college and is living on campus

-so they don’t see them as much as they see bill and stan

-but all the losers get together in the holidays for thanksgiving, Christmas and new years and it’s just a big fucking party

-because u know what they say,,,,, friends who have shared trauma, stay together!!11!!!1!!

-reddie always orders a shit tonne of take out food because sometimes they’re too tired to cook

-“Richie we can’t have thai for the third night in a row, if i even smell it i reckon i’ll throw up, and i’ll throw up all over your new shirt”

-they have a joint closet in their room and eddie always steals richie’s sweaters because he likes how they’re too big for him, plus they smell of Richie

-and overall they’re just largely in love and they’re happy

-and fuck off IT never returns, stan never takes a bath, eddie never dies and RICHIE AND BILL ARE THE BEST MANS AT EACH OTHER’S WEDDING AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #the losers club #it 2017 #it #IM NEW TO THIS #hcs list #stenbrough #stanley uris #REDDIE AS FUCK #beverly marsh

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Pretty Sure Its Me pt 6

Note: This is the longest chapter so far! 3694 words! Pretty proud of myself! ENJOY! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Zach! We did medical here! Please!” I shouted

Helping him down the stairs was quite a task with neither of us being able to support a lot of weight. I kept my hands on his shoulders to help keep him standing. The time it was taking for the medics to get to us was languishing, so I closed my eyes for a brief moment to beg the universe for him to be okay, willing him to be okay. He grunted in pain, there was a tink of metal on the ground and he let out a cry. I opened my eyes to his own closed in pain, then looked down to see a bullet on the ground. I quickly lifted his shirt to see that there was no evidence of him being shot.

When I looked up at him, he grabbed my face and kissed me.

“You healed me! You! You did something!” he continued holding my face

“I-I have no idea what I did though!”

He hugged me tightly right as medical showed up

“Im okay! I don't need help! Y/N healed me!” he laugh-cried

Everyone stopped running around and stared at us. Someone yelled to get Stark. The medics started asking a bunch of questions and crowding me.

“You all need to back up” I tried to say calmly

They continued firing questions at me

“I need you all to back up!”

I was once again ignored. I felt myself begin to grown anxious at their proximity. My eyes flicked around, trying to find a way out but I couldn't find one

“Back up!” I screamed and they were all shoved back a few feet

Zachariah put his hand on my back, helping me center myself

“That was very impressive y/n.” Stark said as he walked towards us “Zachariah are you okay/”

“Yes sir, Im fine.”

“Good, good. Y/N come with me so we can run a few more test and make sure everything is still running smoothly.”

Stark began ushering me away from everyone and I quickly grabbed Zachariah's hand. He followed close behind me, Stark definitely noticed our hands clutching each other but he didn't say anything. He had me lay on the exam table and began a full body exam. Zachariah was instructed to leave by a nurse who was there to help me undress to complete the exam. I shivered slightly on the cool metal of the table top. Soon enough the exams were done and i was cleared to return to my room. I began the trek back to my room, looking for Zachariah along the way, unable to find him. Upon opening my door, however, I found him asleep on top of the covers of my bed. I watched him for a moment before being overcome with exhaustion from today's events. I unlaced and removed his boots before also removing his belt. Entering the bathroom to change, I watched him in the mirror. He looked very peaceful and calm. My mind was buzzing with questions as I laid down. It seemed very quickly that i was falling asleep.

“May I remove my shirt?” a groggy voice asked from behind me

I hummed affirmation and snuggled deeper into the blanket. I was nearly asleep again when i felt arms go around my middle. There was a moment of still silence before Zachariah's breathing evened out again, telling me he was asleep. I synchronize my breathing with his and drifted off to sleep.

Several days later, Zachariah burst into the room somewhat early with a big smile.

“Pack a small bag. We are going on an outing.”

“Where to?”

“The city.”

I did not question him more, simply packing an overnight bag of necessities. I dressed in a public appropriate dress and pinned my hair up. The dress I was wearing was shaped very similarly to a box and left me feeling absolutely ridiculous. I rouged my cheeks a bit to look more alive and then I moved to find my shoes. Zachariah helped me put on my stockings and shoes, then helped me stand. He held my bag and my hand as we walked out towards the courtyard. We were created by Peggy and one other man.

“Look at you all dolled up.” Peggy chuckled

“You know i'm not dolled up Peg. I'm just not in sleepwear.” i laughed

We loaded into the car and began the drive downstate. It was a nearly 2 hour long ride. At one point I dozed off onto zachariah's shoulder.

“y/n, wake up. We’re almost there.” he shook me gently

I sat up and glanced out the window. We were maneuvering the busy city streets with a bit of difficulty. I offered the option of us walking to wherever we were going, because of all the traffic. The driver pulled over and only Zachariah and I got out. We walked slowly due to me not knowing where we were going. Our conversation was light-hearted during our short walk. We had walked into an apartment building, Zachariah leading me up the stairs and me being quite out of breath.

“Right down this hallway, third door on your left.” He let me lead the way, “welcome to my home. Are you ready to meet Mia?”

A smile stretched across my face as he opened the door. He was immediately ambushed by a small, blonde figure

“Zachy! You're home early! And you brought a girl?”

“Mia, this is y/n.” he squatted down to her height

“Are you his girlfriend?”

“Mia!”

“What? You need a girlfriend. You're never gonna get married. That's what Mrs Dorothy says.”

“Speaking of Mrs Dorothy, thank you so much for staying with her today.”

“Its my pleasure, Zachariah. She's a sweet one.”

Zachariah introduced me to Mrs Dorothy, her eyes constantly drifting to my stomach before she dismissed herself. Mia was a bundle of energy, running all around the apartment and continuous spouting questions. We explained to Mia that zachariah and I were just friends, that my husband had died in the war, and that the baby was my husbands and not Zachariahs. None of that pleased her though and she wanted us to get married and have a lot of babies. I was blushing non-stop at her brazenness. Zachariah couldn't help but laugh at the two of us.

“Mia, go get ready. We are going to go out. Hurry now. Hair, stockings, shoes!” He pointed to the bedroom

“Zachy I can't find any stockings!”

“Maybe if your drawers weren't such a mess then maybe you could!” He teased her

“You're a good brother.” I put my hand on his arm

“It's hard being a good brother and also being a good parental figure.” he looked down

“You're doing wonderfully though.” I tilted his chin up

“I'm glad you think so. You're going to be an amazing mother.” He gently placed his palm on my stomach

I felt the flutter of tiny kicks and looked up at Zachariah to see his jaw dropped in amazement. I giggled and held his hand against the kicking point. He pressed his lips to my forehead briefly before we were interrupted by Mia running in, yelling that she couldn't get the top button on her dress done up. She held up her hair and waited as i helped her do the button.

Zachariah told me that he wanted to take me to visit my parents and told me to lead the way there. Mia insisted on holding my hand while we walked, chattering the whole way there about her classmates. We made it to my parents building, making even slower work of their stairs than the ones at Zachariahs. My feet had begun to ache badly due to the shoes I was wearing.

Once we finally made it to my parent floor, Zach held Mia back a bit so that I’d have a moment with my parents alone. This meeting was about to be very awkward, since I hadn't seen them since the funeral service we held for Bucky. I shuffled my feet a bit before finally knocking softly on the door.

“Hel-..y/N!” my mother cried and hugged me tightly, somehow avoiding my stomach “Is here! And she's pregnant!” her face screwed up in confusion

I like to think it was the first part that made my dad move so quickly, and not the latter.

“Y/N! What is this? Where have you been?!”

“I'll explain everything inside, please don't shout.”

My mother ushered us inside, wery of Zachariah. She set us up in the living room and went about making tea for us all.

“Where have you been? And who the hell is this?” My dad crossed his arms and looked Zachariah up and down

“I spent a few months to myself after James and Steve...Then Howard Stark took me into a protective unit because it's believed that their deaths were not just normal war deaths and that whoever killed them, may also be after me. I've been there ever since. Zachariah is my personal guard, and this is his little sister Mia. And don't worry dad, It's James’ baby. I didn't even know I was pregnant until about two months ago. I was too distraught to notice.” I gave a watery chuckle as I held back tears

“Its James’? Do his parents know?” My mother asked

“No ma’am. This is the first stop we’ve made.” Zachariah piped up

“Well they deserve to know Y/F/N. This is their grandchild and the last thing they have of their son.”

“Im aware mother. Please dont speak to me like i'm stupid.”

“What about you, boy. What's your story?” My father barely skipped a beat before beginning to question Zachariah

Zachariah looked up from Mia, who was sat in his lap, and turned his full attention to my father. He started his story the same way he had with me. His age, that he was my guard, his family's deaths and how all he had was Mia. He had my parents hooked in his every word with the way he spoke like an author.

We spent hours at my parents house. My mother had made us lunch and my father continued questioning Zachariah while we ate. Asking him what exactly he did at the compound and what it was that he was protecting me from there. Zachariah once again spoke in such a way that my dad had no choice but to believe him. Sneakily, I slid my shoes off to help relieve the pounding ache. I stretched and flexed my toes and ankles, sighing in relief.

“You okay?” Zach asked and touched my knee

“My feet hurt from walking so much. Pregnancy joys.” I rolled my eyes

“I can rub them if you'd like.”

“I'll be okay.”

“Nonsense. We need you in great shape, we still have to walk back you know.”

He gently pulled my leg up so that feet were in his lap. I couldn't help but to blush at the intimacy of the move. He pressed at the ball of my foot and i was flooded with relief. It felt so nice that I couldn't help but lean back against the arm of the couch. My dad had gone to help Mia and my mother clean up lunch, so we were alone in the small room. It was a very peaceful silence that surrounded us. Words were not necessary right now.

After a while, they made their way back to the living room, where Mia wanted to play some of the games my parents had in the linen closet. Before I knew it, it was nearing sunset and it was time for us to leave. I gave my parents long hugs, promising to visit again as soon as I could. We bid them farewell and began the walk back to Zachariah's apartment. He was piggy-backing Mia and she laughed loudly every time he pretended to drop her.

From the outside, we probably looked like a happy little family, but on the inside we were all very broken individuals. We were nearly back to the apartment, stopped and waiting to cross the street, when someone grabbed me and shoved something into my back. I quickly reached out to try and grab Zachariah's sleeve, just barely touching him before i was yanked into the alleyway behind us. Whoever had grabbed me, shoved me harshly against the wall. The wind knocked out of me slightly. The man had a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, pointed towards the alleyway where Zach stood with Mia behind his back.

“Its okay man, don't act a hero. I just want her purse.”

“There really isn't anything in there just-”

“Shut up!” he pointed the gun at me briefly before pointing it back at Zach

“You don't have to worry about me acting a hero.” Zach said calmly and held his hands up “she would make a move before I did.” he glanced down at my hands

I followed his gaze and saw my palms glowing an eerie blue. The man gave me an evil smirk and went to grab me again. I threw my hands forward, one hand going against his chest while the other hit him in the face. He was thrown back against the wall parallel to us as he screamed in pain. My palms had left nasty red burns where they had touched him; hot enough to have burnt a hole straight through his shirt. ZAchariah was quickly at my side to lead me away. He carefully took hold of my elbow and scooped Mia up as we passed her. We made quick work of making it inside his apartment; the door getting re-locked as soon as it was shut.

“That was amazing!” Mia screamed “You're like a superhero! Like Captain America!”

I smiled softly “Captain America was actually my best friend. We grew up together. He was just Steve back then…”

“His name was Steve? I thought it was be something more impressive…” she crossed her arms

I chuckled and shook my head. Zachariah insisted that I sit down and relax while he helped Mia clean their room. He turned on the radio for me and walked to the next room. I smiled sadly at the tune and closed my eyes. The song playing was “Only Forever” by Bing Crosby; the song Bucky and I first danced to after we got married. My eyes began welling with tears and I did my best to hold back sobs. My fingers trembled as I went to touch the ring that hung around a chain on my neck.

*~Flashback~*

The fluffy white skirt of my dress fell halfway down my shins, perfectly showing off my light pink kitten heels. My mother had somehow managed to wrangle my hair into a glorious updo and attach my vail as I nervously fidgeted in my seat. I clipped on my earrings as mom put my grandmother's diamond necklace around my neck.

“What if he isn't out there mama…”

“Are you kidding me, child? Have you met that boy? We all know he's head over heels for you.”

“Okay but let's say he isn't…”

“Then he doesnt deserve you. Now stop shaking so much or you'll shake those petals straight to the floor.” she glanced at my bouquet

I did my best to calm myself down, taking numerous deep breathes in through my nose and out through my mouth. There was a knock on the dressing room door as my father announced his arrival. He let us know that it was time and closed the door again. My mother kissed my forehead and helped walk me to the door at the end of the aisle. She straightened me out one last time before opening the door as the march began. Father led me with slow steps and his looped through mine. Bucky was standing tall and proud next to the pastor, hands clasped tightly behind his back. Both Buckys and Steve's jaws were lightly dropped as they stared at me. I blushed brightly and held Bucky's gaze. My father announced to the pastor that I was free to marry, and connected my hand with Bucky's. He gave my hand a gentle squeeze before taking his seat.

“You look beautiful.” Bucky whispered right before the pastor started speaking

The pastor gave the usual spiel, not once actually looking at us. We were told to face each other and recite the vows. I said mine with a shaky tone and waited for Bucky. He recited his flawlessly, moving both of us to tears. After he said his “I do”, I let out a burst of nervous laughter, quickly covering my mouth.

“At least we know she really wanted me to say yes!” Bucky said to the small audience watching us, causing everyone to laugh

“James, Y/N, I pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!” The pastor looked up at us for the first time, holding a huge smile on his face

Bucky pulled me very dramatically against his chest before dipping me down and kissing me heavily. Cheers erupted around us celebrating our love for one another. That was the most emotional kiss of my entire life. I had never felt happier or more complete.

Everyone filed out of the chapel to cheer us down to the car waiting outside.

Those closest to us were to meet at Bucky's parents home for dinner. Dinner consisted of an absolutely gorgeous ham and many different side dishes. The radio played softly in the background as we ate and drank nearly five bottles of champagne sent by Peggy's family. Eventually, everyone was stuffed and a little drunk. Bucky got up to place a record on the phonograph before holding out his hand to me. Once in the middle of the living room, we began a slow bare-footed dance.

Bucky sang along in my ear “Would I grant all your wishes, and be proud of the task? Only forever, if someone should ask.”

I rested my head on his chest and cried happy tears into his white shirt

“I love you. Forever.” He tilted my chin up

“Only forever?” I teased and kissed him

*~~*

Zachariah held me tightly as I cried, gently massaging the back of my neck to calm me. He had switched off the radio to delve us into almost complete silence. My shoulders shook with heavy sobs and my hands gripped the front of his shirt. We sat there for many minutes before Mia slowly poked her head out

“Y/N are you okay?” she asked quietly

“Yes...Yes I'll be okay. Don't you worry.”

She hugged me tightly before going to the fridge to pull out a small plate of food stored in there

“Will you be okay though?” Zach placed his hand on my cheek

I nodded “Id like to go back to the compound please.” I whispered

“Are you sure you don't want to stay here?”

“I'm sure. PLease.”

He stood up silently, making his way to the hall, probably to use the phone out there. Once he had returned he let me know that they would be here in less than an hour. I took a few deep breaths while he fetched me some water.

He sat next to Mia and made sure she ate all of her food before sending her off to bed. The way he handled her was so adorable. He truely acted the father figure part that he needed to play for her sake, while also being a perfect big brother. I finished about half of the glass of water before I started feeling tired and slightly queasy. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

“Y/N the car should be here soon…” zachariah gently woke me

Mia had long since gone to bed. Zachariah helped me gather my belongings and we only had to wait a few more minutes in a somewhat awkward silence before there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and Peggy immediately wrapped her arms around me. I welcomed her embrace for a long moment; ZAchariah cleared his throat and then scratched his neck.

“Im sorry today wasn't as great as planned.”

“Today was the best i've had in awhile. PLease don't apologize. I'll see you after the weekend.”

I kissed his cheek then followed Peggy down to the car.

The drive back to the compound seemed much faster than the drive in, so I didn't have much time to collect myself completely before I was bombarded by Howard Stark himself.

“How was the city?”

“Same as it was when I left it. however, was good to see my parents.”

“And did everything go smoothly?”

“Yes. Except for my father questioning Zachariah to no end.”

“As any father should a strange man with his daughter.”

It was quiet a tick while I analyzed him

“Howard, do you have a daughter?”

“No, ma’am I do not. Why do you ask?”

“Do you have a wife then? Girlfriend?”

“I-I...will certainly that isn't any of your business.”

“It's good that you don't have either. You're terrible at asking questions and even worse at answering them.” I turned my back and walked away

Howard Stark as a whole was a man that I could not very well stand. He had little respect for other men, and no respect at all for women. Lord help whomever procreates with that man. And Lord help his offspring in hopes they aren't anything like him.

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