#im going to faint again probably. even though it's just a consolation.

[danketsuround]

i'm going to the dentist tomorrow and being really brave about it. extremely. because i need to get my wisdom teeth out very soon but i have to do a consultation first. i'm being brave. i promise. i'm brave...... :(

[bestiesenpai]

Possession - Choso ft. Geto

Choso-nii is sweet in his own ways, we have to admit lol this is a non-curse uhmmmm I know Choso is literally like 150yrs old but just so we ALL KNOW: reader is 18+, and femme reader

Content warningssss: infantilization + dumbification, incest, slimy best friend Geto, dubcon, praise, dacryphilia, light choking, degradation, manipulation/gaslighting(i’m not sure which is the proper term for this situation so im just putting both)

Choso was lucky, being the oldest of all the siblings. He had the most life experience, the most time out of all of you to try things out and get shit right. Growing up, he tried to be there for you but he was often much too busy to dedicate the time and effort needed to properly foster a relationship.

Irregardless of that, you still looked up to him and sought him out whenever you could. Hanging out with him in little increments, somehow squeezing in alone time with just the two of you. It was no easy task with as many brothers as you had, but you managed to steal away a precious few seconds with him when you could.

Which is why when Choso moved out, you were utterly devastated. It felt like just yesterday he was helping you pick groceries for a big family hot pot and then the next he was packing boxes and moving into a trendy studio downtown to pursue an art and fashion career.

When he left with the final box you blubbered like a baby, not wanting to be comforted by him because it would only make you miss him more. It hurt him too to see you like that and to know that he could have prevented it if he just simply stayed, but he wasn’t about to hold himself back just to keep the bandaid on a little longer.

As the months ticked by, it agonized you to be left without him. Sure you had your other brothers and you loved them just as much, but it wasn’t the same without him. You texted and called Choso and made sure he kept up with the sibling group chat, but there wasn’t much you could do otherwise.

Until one fateful day, the power went out at the house over the weekend. The maintenance man had told your parents it wouldn’t be on until Monday morning and you were far too quick to snatch up the chance to be the one person that got to go to Choso’s.

“Choso-nii!” You were absolutely buzzing as you threw open the door with the spare key he had left at the house. Finally, finally, you got to see where he lived and spend more time with him. You hadn’t gotten the chance to go to his place yet despite how long it’d been since he moved out; he always said he was too busy working on a project or that he was out too late to entertain you.

Your shoulders dropped dramatically when you realized he wasn’t home. Dragging your small suitcase through the door, you let the disappointment hang on your face at being all alone. Taking your shoes off, you stepped onto the frigid hardwood and took a look around.

His place was modest, he wasn’t a starving artist but he couldn’t afford the large lofts you saw online. Immediately to your left was his small kitchen with only one full sized counter to speak of, to your left was a bathroom covered in slate gray tiles and no bathtub, and in front of you was his living room.

“He decorated pretty well.” Mumbling to yourself, you look around the room. There’s a tiny desk facing the wall shoved into the corner with his computer on top, a decently sized couch next to it and a coffee table with coffee ring stains on it. There’s an area rug your mother got him and hanging on the walls is multiple pieces of art he’d acquired. He’d shown you some when you last video called and all of them were beautiful.

Walking past the mounted TV and gaming consoles he kept was a space divided from the living room with a slatted wood wall. Right behind the wall was his bed, messily covered in blood red blankets, pillows and crumpled sheets. It was probably the biggest piece of furniture in the apartment, and the rest of the room was covered in posters and housed his clothes on open hangers.

Making yourself comfortable, you waited eagerly on the couch for him to come home. You’d already whined through text at him, berating him for not being here to greet you. With the promise of a large takeout meal when he got home, you could only sit and twiddle your thumbs.

“Choso-nii!” Leaping from the couch as the door opened, you were ready to pounce on your brother and smother him in a hug.

“Hey.” He replied gruffly and you stopped short at the looming shadow still behind him. Your smile fell when a man walked in behind him, long inky black hair tied up into a loose bun and a wide stature that made you nervous.

“Hi.” The way his low voice stretched into a higher pitch as he wiggled his long fingers at you, the sleeve of his hoodie dipping down to reveal scrawling black tattoos against his skin, had a shiver going through you.

“H-hi.” Your voice was tiny compared to his and it made him chuckle. Your eyes weren’t even on Choso anymore, glued to the man who was now smiling at you with his eyes half closed.

“How was the trip here?” Choso is suddenly right in front of you, cutting off your line of sight and pulling you into a hug you quickly reciprocate to ease your mind. Your fingers dig into the soft material of his jacket and you can smell a faint trace of nicotine on him.

“It was fine, mom drove me to the station.”

“Good, good.” All too soon he pulled away, rubbing your head affectionately before turning to the guest he’d brought. “This is my friend Geto, we do business together in the fashion district.”

“Ah, this must be the little sister you told me about!” Geto’s brows rose and he let out a pleased hum. “Hi little sister, I’m Geto Suguru.” The way he called you little sister made your face burn, it was like he was mocking you.

“Tell him your name.” Choso grunted and nudged your shoulders.

“I’m (Y/N)...” Licking your lips nervously, your eyes dropped to a spot on the floor.

“It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).�� Sliding closer Geto pat your shoulder lightly. “You can call me Geto-nii.” Your eyes widen and snap up to look at him, clearly surprised a stranger would be so casual already. “I want us to get closer, afterall we’ll probably be seeing a lot of each other. I’m one of your brother's best friends.”

“Uhm, o-okay.” Nodding quickly, you meet his dark eyes for a moment before looking at the piercings on his ears. “It’s nice to meet you too, Geto-nii.”

“Hey, what do you want for delivery?” Choso huffs from the couch. He’s surprisingly hands off with your interaction, not even looking at the way Geto sizes you up or how his fingers are close to closing in on your wrist.

“What is there?” Rushing to the couch, you practically fall right into Choso’s lap and nuzzle into his shoulder to look at his phone. Geto stands right where you left him for a moment, taking in the sight of you cuddling up to your brother so closely, before he slinks away into the bathroom.

“Wow, that came so quickly!” Twenty minutes later you’re seated on the floor, pressed against the coffee table as you marvel at how fast the delivery came. “At home it takes at least forty-five minutes!”

“That’s what you get for living in the sticks.” Choso teases, a small uptick to his mouth as he brings the food to the table.

“Shut up!” Puffing out your cheeks, you look up at the game Geto is playing. It’s some online multiplayer shooting game you hadn’t bothered to catch the title of, but the flashing lights and the way Geto got so worked up had you intrigued.

“Fuck yeah, foods here.” Taking a quick glance down, Geto abandoned the game quickly. Tossing the controller onto the couch, he walked to the fridge and dug around. “Choso, beer?”

“Yeah.” He called back, digging out the contents of the bag and spreading it out across the table.

“Did you get me a-” Right as you were about to ask, Choso placed a cold can of soda in front of you.

“Yup.”

“Aw (Y/N), you don’t drink beer?” Geto whined, plopping down across from you with a pout. Handing a tall can to Choso, he cracked open his own and frowned slightly when you shook your head no. “Have you ever tried it?”

You could feel your brother's eyes looking right at you, curious to know the answer too. The truth was, you had experimented with both liquor and weed but you never told Choso. He always warned you not to get into any of that stuff.

“No.” Your cheeks burned as you lied and Choso’s eyes narrowed; he could tell you were lying and the curt sigh that left his lips was evidence enough.

“Really, never? Take a sip then.” Sitting up a little straighter, Choso opened his can and held it out to you.

“No thanks.” Trying to push the can away, you avoided both Choso’s narrowed gaze and Geto’s smirk.

“No go ahead, I insist.” He held the can out staunchly. “Your first time should be with me anyway.” That made your face even hotter and you hung your head, a whine threatening to bubble out of your throat.

“I don’t like it.”

“Hm, how do you know you don’t like it if you’ve never tried it?” Geto added, knowingly stirring the pot and hiding his wide smirk behind his beer can.

“I just do!” With a huff your head shot up and you looked at both of them.

“Try it.” Choso said firmly, his eyes now wide and unblinking at you. The whine you’d tried to hold back came out and your shoulders bounced up and down as you spoke.

“I don’t want to, I’ve already tried that kind and I don’t like it!” There, now it was out in the open for everyone to know. Your head dropped again but you could see the way Geto bit his lip hard to stop himself from giggling.

“I thought I told you not to get mixed up with that stuff.” Sighing softly, Choso took a long sip from his beer can and the silence that hung between you was heavy, at least on your end. Your shoulders sagged and you picked up your plate.

“Sorry.” Your voice was so pitiful it made Geto coo.

“What’s done is done.” Choso shrugged and began to dish himself up. “Next time you wanna do that stuff though, come to me.”

“Yeah, your big brothers will make sure you have a great time.” Lightly tapping the table, Geto grinned widely. Digging his phone out of his pocket, he turned on some music. “Now let's eat, I’m starving!”

The air between you and Choso was stilted. He wasn’t angry or disappointed with you, he’d made sure to tell you when he caught you pouting over your food. He just wished you’d come to him first, but you couldn’t help but see past it. Choso was hurt he wasn’t your first choice, and even though he didn’t vocalize it his actions showed it.

“Hey (Y/N), come and play with me.” After dinner Geto had flopped back down onto the couch, his stomach bloated with a food baby.

“Uhm, okay.” Taking a quick glance at Choso who was sitting down at his computer, you nodded. Taking a seat a good few inches away from Geto you picked up the other controller.

“Why’re you so far away, I won’t bite!” He laughed, quickly discarding the thick hoodie he’d been wearing. Your eyes were drawn to the heavy black and grey traditional Japanese tattoos going up and down both of his arms, stopped only by the t-shirt he had on.

“Your tattoos are really cool.” Unable to take your eyes away, you slid closer to him on the couch, body dipping on the cushions as you leaned close to examine them.

“You like them? I have more, lemme show you.” Off came Geto’s shirt and you gasped loudly. He had a whole bodysuit going on, large pops of color on his chest and shoulders going down his sides and disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.

“Woah, these are so cool!” You couldn’t hide how impressed you were. Your hands ghosted over his skin, drinking in the intricate designs etched permanently into his body along with the rippled muscles underneath his skin.

“Does my little sister have any tattoos?” Geto asked, letting his hair out of its bun and letting the strands fall around his shoulders.

“No.” Choso answers for you, not taking his eyes away from his computer.

“Yeah, I don’t have any yet.”

“That’s a shame, I think you’d look really pretty with some ink.” Running a hand through his hair so he could flex his arm, Geto flicked his chin towards Choso. “I’ve been trying to get this guy to come to my shop to get some work done too.”

“Choso-nii, you should get a tattoo!” After seeing Geto’s you were hooked.

“Hm.” He grunted, casting you a sideways glance over his shoulder. “What should I get?”

“Get something like this!” You gestured towards Geto and Choso finally turned around away from his computer to look fully at you.

“You really think I’d look good with all that?”

“Yes!”

“Ah you heard her, Choso! I’ll book you a consultation with my artist, he’s a great guy.”

“Alright…” Choso’s eyes lingered on Geto for a little while longer before he turned back to his computer. “Sign me up then.” Letting out a victorious little sound, Geto tugged his shirt back on and picked up his controller again.

“Alright, let’s play now.”

It was safe to say that the kinds of games Geto and your brother played were much harder than the ones you played at home. There were far too many character controls to memorize and the speed at which you had to press the buttons was too fast and it hurt your fingers after a while.

“Geto-nii, I don’t like this!” You groaned, slumping against him and the couch cushions as you lost another round of the online game.

“Poor baby, is it too difficult for you?” Geto pouted at you and pat your thigh. Choso had slipped a pair of headphones on, oblivious to the way Geto was speaking to you.

“It is.”

“Here, we’ll go do a practice round and I’ll teach you how to play.” Flicking through the options, Geto found what he was looking for. “Your little brain just needs to take things slow.”

“S’not little.” Pushing his shoulder with a huff, your cheeks burned as he laughed. “Your games are just stupid.”

“Whatever you say, baby.” Drawing out the y, Geto loaded up a practice game and hooked his arm around your shoulders, putting his hands over yours on the controller. “Now just try to remember how I do it.”

His arms tightened around you, pushing your chest nearly flush with his as Geto pushed and pulled your fingers insanely fast, pulling off stilted combo moves with your hands. You could barely keep up with what was happening on screen let alone the buttons he was pushing.

“You think you got it?” His mouth was now right against your ear, his voice a low and rumbling whisper. A tiny, strangled noise comes from the back of your throat and Geto can feel you tense up slightly. “It’s okay, I’ll teach you all night if I have to.”

Chuckling darkly, his lips ghost along the ridge of your ear before starting up another game. Your face is on fire and Geto knows, he can feel the heat radiating off your body much stronger than it was before. The subtle shift of your thighs and the way they squeeze together isn’t lost on him, and it only makes him draw you deeper into his lap until you’re sitting pretty on his stretched out legs, head nestled gently on his shoulder while you try in vain to keep up with him.

“Alright I sent the final sketch to Gojo and-” Choso tosses his headphones off and turns around, body stretching and extending up and out, bones cracking and popping loudly in his ears. He stops speaking, gravelly voice suddenly caught in his throat when he sees the two of you together.

It’s been so long since he’s been cuddled up to you like that that the sight of you in his best friend's lap like that makes his mind go blank. Cuddled up with another man, you’re not even playing the game anymore, having given up a long time ago just to simply watch and lightly nap while you wait for your brother to give you attention again.

“Hm? Oh, that’s great.” Geto replies, giving a quick glance to Choso and then to the clock on the wall. “Fuck it’s already 2am? I missed the last train.”

“You know it’s not a big deal for you to crash here.” Choso shrugs and begins to turn off some of the lights that are beginning to burn his eyes. He can’t stand to look at you any longer or the creeping jealousy in his chest will bubble to the surface.

“Choso-nii…” With a big sleepy inhale you arch your back off Geto, pushing your weight into your hips as you stretch and rub your eyes.

“I shoulda had you get ready for bed earlier, you must be beat.”

“Mhmm.” Nodding sleepily, you stand up with help from Geto, his hands placed low on your hips and fingers splayed out on your body. “I’ll be quick.” Shuffling to your suitcase, you take out your sleeping clothes and bathroom essentials before blindly walking to his bathroom.

You can hear a low murmur in the living room as Choso and Geto also get ready for bed. There’s a few chuckles, and you hear Choso snap at Geto for something, and they’re definitely saying your name at parts, but by the time you come out the conversation is done and over with.

“Come sleep with me, little sister!” Geto calls from the couch where he’s set up a makeshift bed and taken all his clothes off except his underwear. There’s a blanket not yet put over his body right next to him, and your eyes are staring right at the tattoos that dip under his waistband and finish on his ankles.

“C’mere.” Choso huffs, snatching your wrist and pulling you into the bedroom. Your eyes follow Geto as you walk and you can feel the way he stares right at your bare thighs in your sleeping shorts.

Pushing you onto the bed, Choso climbs in after, flicking off the last light left on and engulfing everyone in a shroud of darkness and city light peeking through the curtains. Frustrated, Choso tosses and turns in the bed and throws the blanket around both of you.

“Goodnight.” You say loud enough for Geto to hear.

“Good night little sister.” He calls back.

“Yeah, night.” Choso grunts and finally slaps his head against the pillows before stilling completely. Slowly, you slide your body closer and closer to him, the touch of your fingers to his bare chest making you shiver.

“I love you, Choso-nii.” You whisper in his ear, wrapping your arms around him and curling a leg right against his sweatpants.

“Love you too.” It takes him a few seconds too long to reply but when he does it makes a delighted grin spread across your face. Hooking an arm around your back he pulls you closer, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head and squeezing you tightly before loosening up. “Now go to sleep.”

Sleep comes easily to you, after all you’re in the arms of your brother that you love so much. You used to sleep with him when he still lived at home, crawling in at night after you’d been forced to watch a scary movie and cuddling into him. He could never say no to you even if he was exhausted and just wanted to pass out, he always made time to cuddle you.

Choso was having a much harder time going to sleep. He remembers what it was like sleeping in the same bed at home and he doesn’t remember it being this much of a problem. Sure, he woke up with a half hard cock some mornings that he was able to force away before you woke up, but somehow this felt different.

You were at his house not at the family home. There were no other brothers to barge in and demand breakfast, no parents to poke and prod at him to get up and go to work - this was his space, somewhere he had complete control over and could do whatever he wanted and that included fantasizing about rubbing your ass while you slept and touching himself.

Eventually forcing himself to sleep, Choso was thankful when he woke up to the sound of his alarm and no hard cock. Blindly turning it off, he stretched as much as he could with your body laying on half of him. Slowly inching out of your hold he was greeted with the slimy, sticky feeling of cum soaking the insides of his thighs and smeared along his sweats creating a big wet patch on the front.

“Someone had a nice dream.” Geto said quietly into the early morning darkness. He could just barely make out Choso’s cum stained pants as he walked past the couch and into the bathroom.

“Shut the fuck up.” Choso bit back, ears burning red. Geto fell back onto the couch with a soft laugh under his breath.

When you woke up it was well after Choso had left. The digital clock he used flashed bright red numbers at your bleary eyes, telling you it was now ten in the morning. The bed was cold on the side Choso slept on but you rolled over anyway and breathed in the scent of his pillow.

“Oh my god.” When you got up and out of the bed you weren’t expecting to see Geto still in the apartment on the couch in his underwear wrapped up loosely in a blanket.

“Good morning, sleepy girl.” He hummed over a cup of black coffee, his long hair still tussled from sleep.

“Where’s Choso-nii?” You fidgeted with your fingers, looking anxiously around the room for a hint that he was still here.

“He had to go in early for a project, it’s just you and me.”

“O-oh.” A sickening grin spread across Getos face the longer you fidgeted. “Uhm, I’m gonna use the bathroom!” Rushing past him, you tugged your sleeping shirt down, attempting to hide the goosebumps rising on your thighs.

“I’ll make breakfast!” He called out, helping himself to Choso’s kitchen. You took as long as you could in the bathroom, waiting until he was done cooking to come out. “Hope you like eggs, little girl, because that’s all I know how to make.”

Taking the plate from him, you let Geto place his hand on your lower back and guide you to the couch. The TV was turned on low to some random morning news talking about the weather, and Geto’s hand stayed on your thigh the entire time you ate.

“Thank you for the food.” You said quickly, standing just as fast and going to the kitchen sink. Cleaning up the few dishes left out, you gasped and nearly jumped out of your skin feeling Geto press against your back.

His hands come to rest against the countertop, trapping you between it and him. His broad chest pushed against your back making you bend to accommodate the added weight, pushing your ass into his growing cock.

“G-geto-nii?” Another gasp came from you as his lips pressed against your ear, skimming around it and the sound of his breathing ringing in your head. Planting a soft kiss behind your ear, one of his hands came up to grab your jaw.

“You really are such a cute little sister, you know that?” Bringing your head back and up, Geto kisses your cheek a few times. His fingers splay downwards, grabbing onto a bit of your throat as he kissed the corner of your lips.

Squeezing your eyes shut, a little whimper comes from the back of your throat when he kisses your lips and forces your mouth open with his fingers. Getos tongue slides in effortlessly, like you’d invited him in and told himself to make your mouth his new home. Gliding his tongue over your teeth, his coffee flavored saliva started to drip down the corner of your mouth.

Beating a fist against the counter as you start to get too lightheaded, you’re gasping for air when he lets you fall back, crumpling to the countertop with ragged breathing. Smoothing a hand down your back, Geto goes down past the hem of your sleeping shorts and pushes his hand up under them.

“Geto-nii!” Curling your fingers into the granite, a loud squeal erupts from your chest and you force your body upright.

“Such a perfect fucking ass.” Geto groans, groping your flesh hard. “And no panties? Who knew you were so naughty while you slept.”

“M’not- not naughty!” You pout, turning over your shoulder and shaking your head at him.

“Such a naughty little sister I have.” Taking his hand out of your shorts, Geto lets you turn around and face him. Briefly biting his lip, Geto grabs you by the jaw again and kisses you, this time fully slotting his mouth against yours.

Immediately your hands fly back to catch yourself, the force of his kiss enough to almost make you fall over completely. The hand not holding your jaw snakes under your shirt and goes straight to your breast, giving it a rough squeeze that has your hands going to grip his upper arms.

“Sensitive, are we?” He pulls back slightly, licking his lips and yours and squeezing your breast again.

“It hurts.” Tilting your head back with a whine, your nails dig into his arms.

“Sshh sshh, you can take it, can’t you? Don’t you wanna be a good girl for me?”

“No.” A heavy pout is back on your lips, but you’re not sure it ever truly left. Geto’s brow quirks at your answer and he smirks.

“No? Why not? Is it because I’m not Choso?” He pauses and the silence that fills the air is all the answer he needs. “Didn’t I tell you last night I was your big brother now too? Hm?” As he speaks with slightly forced words his hand drops to the base of your throat and gets a tad tighter than you’re comfortable with.

“Y-yes but-”

“But nothing.” Geto cuts you off with a sharp press of his fingers against your pulse. Releasing your hold on his arms your hands fly up close to your throat, nerves on edge for what could happen next.

“Be a good little girl and let your big brother take care of you (Y/N).”

“But Choso-”

“Do you think Choso wants an inexperienced little baby who can’t handle having her tits groped a little?” Cocking his head to the side, Geto gives you a look. “Well, what do you think?” You’re at a loss for words and he can tell, a slight uptick to the side of his mouth when you lick your lips nervously.

“I don’t- I don’t know.”

“Exactly, you don’t know. You don’t know any better, so just let Geto-nii take care of you. I’ll get you nice and ready for Choso, baby, don’t you worry.” Closing in on you once again, he kisses you softer this time, lets you ease into the feeling of his lips on yours.

He goes back to touching your breast just as hard as he was before, tugging on your nipple and making you cry out. You tried to tug his fingers off your nipple but it only made it hurt more. Bundling up Geto’s shirt in your hands, you stood against the counter and whimpered as he moved to the other breast.

“Aw, the poor baby’s crying.” He feels your tears on his face before he can see them and when he pulls back he laughs a little. A soft hiccup catches your throat and you unhinge your fingers from his shirt to wipe at the tears that are falling.

“Cause it hurts.” You mumble, a fresh wave of tears springing forth at the same time a warbled cry does as Geto palms both of your breasts roughly. Standing on your tip-toes you try to shimmy away from the overwhelming sensation.

“Who knew you were so sexy when you cry?” Geto isn’t really looking at you, he’s looking at the tears going down your cheeks. It’s making his cock harder by the minute and he leans forward and darts his tongue out, catching the salty stream and running his tongue up your cheek.

“Ew!” Jerking back with a cry, your hands pushing at his bare chest are useless to stop him. Kissing you right at the corner of your eye, Geto finally relents and stands up straight. Furiously wiping your face off, your lip curls in disgust at the feeling of his drying saliva on your cheek.

Planting a hand behind you, Geto shoves his other hand down your shorts. Cupping your sex in his palm, his fingers tentatively prod at your entrance and spread your lower lips with his fingers. His breathing is heavy and right in your ear, heavily entranced with touching your cunt.

Your legs spread of your own accord to let him find your clit easier. You’re still sniffling, a few tears are still welling in your eyes, but a heady feeling is taking over you. The smell of nicotine and a woody body wash roll off Geto in waves, filling the tight space between you and making you flush.

“What a perfect little cunt you have.” Geto groans, his fingers finally catching your clit and lightly pinching it.

“Geto-nii, please.” Your thighs clamp together around his hand when he does it again, the pleasure shooting up your spine almost painful.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Leaning his forehead against you, Geto shoves your legs open again and puts two fingers on your clit. He goes slow at first, savoring the feeling of touching your cunt. There’s a gentle buck to your hips every time he rolls his fingers just right and your fingers are back to gripping his shirt tightly.

Working up the wetness between your thighs, Geto goes down further and nudges your entrance, collecting the slick and bringing it back to your clit. He does this a few times until there’s a distinct wet sound in the air.

“Have you ever had fingers as big as mine in you?” He asks softly as he works his fingers into your cunt, the squeeze of your walls making his head spin.

“No.” That’s the truth and it makes you burn with shame. The only fingers that had been inside you as of late were your own, and even when it was someone else it wasn’t nearly like the stretch you were getting now.

“Right to the fucking knuckle.” Geto grunts, staring right down your shorts at his fingers buried inside you. “You’re so tight I’m surprised you took it all. What a good girl.” He presses a kiss to your temple and pulls his fingers out, stretching the fabric of your shorts as far as it’ll go.

Slamming them back in, Geto wastes no time in fucking you on his fingers. He’d been nice enough to go slow while he played with your clit, but he was tired of it now. He needed to feel your cunt clamp down on his fingers and see you lose yourself from just them alone.

Your mouth hung open dumbly, a gasp caught in your throat at the sudden change of pace. Looking up at him with wide eyes, you couldn’t get any words out as he pounded your cunt. The knuckles of his fingers rubbed against your clit with every stroke, making your legs twitch and threaten to collapse beneath you.

Your orgasm comes before you even know what’s happening, head falling forward and a loud moan finally spilling from your mouth. Grinding your hips down onto his fingers, a jolt goes through you when Getos thumb comes to rub your clit.

“What a good fucking little sister!” He all but cheers for you, grinding his hand on you and pushing in as far as he can to feel every inch of your spongy walls pulse around him. His chest swells with a bit of pride at getting you to cum and he withdraws from your shorts when you relax. Bringing his fingers up to your face, he spread your slick around his fingers. “Look at how messy you are.”

A muffled groan comes from him as he sticks his fingers into his mouth, savoring the flavor of your cunt and rutting against you slightly. It’s a taste he knows he’s now addicted to and his chest gets even bigger at being the first to taste you - something he’s going to hold over Choso’s head for ages.

Just as he’s cleaned his fingers and is about to shove his impossibly tight boxers off, Geto gets a phone call.

“Fuck, right now?” Gritting his teeth he leaves you to slump against the counter as he bounds over to the couch and grabs his phone. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck you!” He rants at his phone before straightening up and clearing his throat. “Hey, what’s up?”

The switch in his tone catches you off guard and your knees knock together when he looks over at you with scarily wide eyes. His nostrils flared as he listened to whoever spoke, he was clearly worked up and being interrupted wasn’t something he was taking lightly.

“I’ll be there in twenty.” Hanging up his phone right after, Geto let it fall from his hands and clatter onto the floor. He didn’t speak any further, only letting out an angry and frustrated groan as he began to collect his clothes.

“What’s going on?” You whispered hesitantly, watching him quickly gather his hair into a bun.

“Fucking work. Fucking- ugh, stupid fucking creative director just had to call a god damn meeting. Doesn’t the bitch know I’m fucking busy?” Getting the last of his things, Geto nearly storms right past you but catches himself at the last moment. “Hey.”

“Hm?” You look at him just in time for him to plant a heavy hand on the back of your neck and kiss you one last time, hard enough to leave your head spinning.

“I got your number from Choso’s phone, make sure to text me back, little sister.” The words rush out of him as he pulls away and you barely understand them but nod all the same. Slipping his shoes on, Geto opens the door and turns to you one last time. “See you later, little sis.”

“B-bye Geto-nii.” You wave goodbye, cheeks flushing at the bright smile he sends you before slamming the door closed and running down the corridor.

It takes far too long for you to push yourself away from the counter after his footsteps have disappeared entirely. The realization of what just transpired hit you, a dull ache throbbing between your legs as you walked to the couch. Your chest tightened up at the memory of how Geto treated you and the feeling of his hands lingered on you.

Checking your phone, there’s a few messages waiting for you. One from your mother asking how your day was going, a few from your brothers and one from Geto.

(Geto): I miss your pretty pussy already little sis

Attached to the message is a picture that makes waves of embarrassed heat go over your body. It’s taken in a bathroom stall at the closest station, the harsh fluorescent lighting casting weird shadows on Getos body. But that’s not what your focus is on, not at all.

What you’re looking at is his hard cock, flushed a deep angry red at the tip and sticky with precum. Geto hiked his shirt up and shoved his pants down on his thighs, the selfie just catching the way his shirt is tucked into his teeth.

He sends you another message, a video this time with a dark thumbnail. You click on it with no hesitation, heart thumping loudly in your chest and ears ringing as the video comes to life.

“Fuck, look what you did to me baby girl.” Geto’s gruff voice is low and hushed, the sounds of other men coming in and out of the bathroom drowning out his soft groans. The camera is held from a down angle right by his head, directed straight at his hand working his cock over in his fist.

There’s a faint wet clicking sound and you can see the way Getos cock glistens in the light. With his mouth right by the receiver you can hear every little grunt and whimper that leaves his mouth and it makes your thighs clench together tightly, cunt aching to be filled by his fingers again.

The hard muscles of his stomach were shuddering with every downstroke, a slight rock to his hips beginning to take form the longer he went. Geto was very wound up, the playtime with his new little sister cut far too short.

“Wish it was you touching me, I’d cum so fast.” His words come out a hushed whisper and the camera shakes as he begins to really fuck his fist. “Just want your cute little mouth wrapped around me-” Geto’s voice was getting higher strung the more he spoke. “Your cunt felt so good around my fingers- want it- need it on my cock-”

Geto nearly dropped his phone as he came, angling his cock up so it shot onto his stomach, painting his tattooed skin in a sticky film of white. A long moan left him and you could practically see him squeezing his eyes shut tightly, fucking his fist through his orgasm until his cock started to get soft.

The video ends without anything else, screen turning black the second he lets go. You don’t realize how tightly your body has wound up from the video, thighs clenched tightly together and a breath caught in your chest.

(Geto): you like it? I bet you’re touching yourself right now, huh?

(Geto): I’m getting on the train now, hopefully Choso will let me come over again tonight after I tell him how good you taste

(Y/N): no don’t tell him!

You frantically send that message a few times but Geto doesn’t respond, just leaves you on read as soon as the message is sent. Despite the heat between your legs your heart starts to pound for a different reason, hands shaking with fear that Geto really will tell Choso what he did to you.

An hour has passed of you sitting on the couch stewing in worry and the sound of the door opening is what brings you out of your stupor and you almost fling your phone across the room in shame. Choso appears in the doorway with a somber expression on his face, giving you a long look as he toes his shoes off.

“Still in your pajamas I see.” He comments, voice low and even. You nod, still unable to speak with the image of Geto milking his cock still fresh in your mind. Walking further into his apartment Choso stifles a sigh and runs a hand through his hair.

“Why’re you here? Shouldn’t you be at work?” You avoid meeting his steeled gaze, instead focusing on your phone and trying to hide your guilty expression.

“Came home early, thought we could have some lunch together in a cafe before I head back.” Choso’s words are casual but his body language is anything but. With a tight jaw and arms crossed over his chest, you can tell he’s upset.

“What’s wrong?” Your blood begins to run cold as you ask and Choso scoffs, brow quirking in annoyance.

“Why don’t you tell me?” He’s staring directly at you with an unmistakable fire in his eyes. No air fills your lungs as you’re locked into staring back at him, but dread drips slowly down your back. Geto must have told him, that’s why he’s making that face.

“I-I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Shaking your head, you move to stand. “I’ll go get changed.” Choso watches you almost run to the bedroom and once you’re there he makes his move.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, huh?” He leans his body against the wall, blocking you from leaving.

“I don’t!” Your voice is getting more defensive by the minute. “I have no idea, Choso-nii.”

“Did he tell you to lie? It’s okay, you don’t have to pretend anymore little sister.” Walking chest to chest with you, Choso stares down his nose at you.

“I’m not lying!” You can feel yourself breaking down, the tension in the air enough to make a painful burning prick behind your eyes and tears threaten to mist your lashes.

“I thought you loved me? Yet you won’t tell me the truth.” Narrowing his eyes, Choso’s hands curl into fists. “Or do you love Geto-nii more now?”

“I don’t love him!”

“No, you must love him otherwise why would you let him touch you like that? Just tell me the fucking truth (Y/N), you care more about Geto now that he made you cum.”

“I don’t-”

“Shut up yes you do. I can’t believe you turned into a stupid little slut who lets anyone touch her.”

“Choso-nii!” Now tears are welling in your eyes the longer you look at him.

“Don’t call me that anymore, I don’t want a little sister like you anymore.” Those words stabbed you right in the heart and Choso could tell by the way a choked gasp came from you. “When I moved out you told me you’d wait for me but I guess that was a lie.”

“I’m sorry!” Tears are falling down your face with no remorse, snot starting to drip out of your nose as well. Gripping Choso’s hoodie in your hands, you refuse to let go as he gives you a hard push. “B-big brother, please!”

“Geto’s your big brother now, not me.”

“No, no he’s not! You are! You are and I love you and I’m sorry!” Bouncing your toes, you wrench your arms around his neck and force him against you. “I didn’t mean to- to do all that.” Choso manages to fling one of your arms off of him and you let out a screech. “No, please!”

“What a good act you’re putting up right now.”

“Big brother!” Burying your face into his hoodie, your nails are nearly clawing through the fabric to feel his skin underneath. “I-I’ll do anything, please don’t do this!”

“You’ll do anything? Is that what you told Geto?”

“No!” Pulling back with horribly blurry vision, you blink fat tears down your cheeks. As your gaze slowly focuses on Choso you’re met with his hollow blank expression. Your chest is heaving as you try to calm down, try to find some other words to say to convince him not to abandon you.

Face unbearably hot and mind clouded with emotion, you lurch forward and push your lips onto his. The kiss is awkward, the angle at which you came at him making your noses bump together uncomfortably.

“Please, please, please.” You beg against his lips, your tears staining his face from how close you are. “Don’t be mad, please.” Kissing him all over his face, you don’t feel his expression change.

“Tell me where he touched you.” Choso says, effectively pushing you away from him in one go.

“What?”

“Tell me where he touched you.” He repeats, pushing you to the bed. Your knees buckle as soon as they meet the mattress and you fall down across the messy sheets. Stripping off his hoodie and pants, you can see the outline of his cock when his shirt moves.

“He…” You begin, but stop as Choso sinks both knees into the mattress and straddles you.

“Go on.” He grabs your chin and forces your head to tilt up.

“First he kissed me.” One of your hands comes up, gesturing to all the places on your face where he kissed you.

“With his tongue, too?” Choso’s eyes dart around your face and he grimaces when you nod. “Bastard.” Gripping your chin harder, Choso leans down and kisses your wet cheek, the tip of his tongue lightly grazing your skin to drink in your tears.

“Choso-nii!” Squirming as the slimy appendage follows along with his lips, you yelp when he gets to your ear and licks there too.

“Geto was right about one thing - you’re fucking hot when you cry.” Blowing cool air over your ear, he goes back to your lips. They’re much drier than Geto’s but you like it, let his tongue in immediately when he pushes it in.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer. Your mouths slot together, drool beginning to drip down your face as Choso pushes more of himself on you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he ruts into your shorts, his cock coming to life.

“Where else?” His voice is raspy when he pulls away and he doesn’t go far.

“Here.” You shake your shoulders side to side, making your breasts move under your shirt. Choso hikes your shirt up over your breasts, your nipples already hard and waiting for him.

“Look at you, my pretty little sister.” With an unwavering gaze, Choso smooths his palms over your breasts. “Geto really touched you here with his dirty hands?”

“Y-yeah, he was too rough. It hurt a lot.” Choso nodded as you spoke, running soft fingers over your nipples and taking them gently between his fingers.

“Geto is a big meanie, hurting my baby like that.” He chided and leaned down to plant a kiss between your breasts. “I told him to be gentle too.” Choso begins to pepper kisses all over your chest. “He promised he’d wait until we got back home from work but the bastard just couldn’t help himself, huh?”

“What?”

“Geto and I wanted to give you a gift tonight but it seems he was unable to wait.” Cupping your breasts, Choso flicked one of your nipples with his tongue making you jump. “I told him he had to wait for me to be there, I know how rough he can get with girls. And it seems I wasn’t mistaken.”

Kissing you before you have the chance to really think about the words he said, Choso gropes your breasts softly. It’s a stark contrast to how rough Geto had been, when Choso rolls your nipples between his fingers you don’t try to get away.

Littering kisses down your neck, Choso sucks on your nipples gently, grazing them with his teeth and running his hands up and down your sides. With every pleasurable wave that goes through you, you buck your hips up into his, the feeling of his hard cock brushing against you making you more excited.

“He touched you here too, I know that.” Choso says with his mouth pressed against your chest, his hand pushing between your bodies to cup your sex through your shorts. “Was he rough here, too?”

“A little.”

“Geto-nii really is just a big jerk, isn’t he?” He asks you with a soft smile, running his other hand over your face and cupping your cheek.

“Yeah, a big meanie.” You pout up at him, nuzzling your cheek into his hand.

“I’ll make you feel all better, don’t worry baby.” Unraveling his body from yours, he nudges you up the bed. “Take your clothes off and put your head on the pillow, get comfortable for me.”

You immediately do as he says, stripping yourself bare in record time. Choso steps back to take his clothes off as well and his cock slaps against his stomach when he takes off his underwear.

Crawling back onto the bed, Choso falls face first between your legs, catching himself on his elbows. He’s directly facing your cunt, his nose is so close he wouldn’t need to lean far at all to put it on you.

“Choso-nii.” Your head falls back with a sigh against the pillows as he runs his hands over your inner thighs, spreading your lips and exposing your leaking cunt for him.

“What a pretty fucking pussy you have, Geto was right about that too.” Blowing air onto you, he chuckles softly when your hole clenches around nothing. Leaning forward, Choso places a gentle kiss on your clit and your thighs nearly clamp around him.

“Choso!” A hand flies down to grip his hair as his lips wrap around your clit, his thumb pulling back the hood. The action is enough to make your thighs wrap around his head, your hips bucking high off the bed the longer he runs his tongue over you.

Choso doesn’t mind the squeeze, he welcomes it in fact and wraps an arm around your leg, pulling you closer to his face. A series of heady pants leave your mouth, eyes rolling back when he gives a brief, sharp suck.

Letting go of your clit, Choso pushes his face deeper into your cunt and worms his tongue inside you. Lapping at your walls Choso groans as you tighten around his tongue, your essence flowing into his mouth that he swallows eagerly. There’s drool beginning to pool on his lower lip, dripping down the crack of your ass and staining his bed.

Getting drunk off the taste of your cunt, Choso ruts against the bed as he fucks you with his tongue. More groans come from deep within his chest and when your hips buck up into him he rides the motion, encouraging you to do it more.

Going back to your clit, Choso wiggles two fingers between your legs and pushes them deep inside you. His fingers aren’t as long as Geto’s but they’re thicker, stretching you in a way the other man simply could not. The rough calluses on your brothers fingers served him well, the extra friction on that special spot inside you making you keen.

“Go ahead and cum, (Y/N), use me for your pleasure.” Choso’s breathless as he speaks, forcing his head up from the vice grip you’re holding him in.

“Choso-nii, please-” Your entire back is arched high off the bed, your hips canting up to fuck yourself on his fingers. Choso bites his lip and watches your face contort for a moment before diving back down and honing in on your clit.

His fingers inside you go slower than Getos, milking the feeling of your walls around him for as long as possible. The pace is almost unbearable and not enough, but his mouth on your clit makes up for it.

As you cum the hand grabbing Choso’s hair tightens, pushing his face deeper into you as you ride out the waves. A loud, unabashed moan comes from you, whatever neighbors are home next door have definitely heard it. Choso fucks you through your orgasm, mouth going down to catch your release.

When your body finally relaxes is when Choso comes up from between your legs. His face is smeared with his spit and your slick and he wipes it off on the back of his hand, catching his breath as he moves over you and hooks your legs back around his waist.

“Are you ready, baby?” The tip of his cock is dragging up and down your slit, making the growing fuzziness in your head even stronger. You nod, eager to have him inside you. “Use your words.”

“I’m- I’m ready.” You speak with a heavy tongue, arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders in an attempt to get him closer. Satisfied, Choso pushes in with little resistance, his cock gliding in easily with the amount of slick you have.

“Fuck-” He chokes as he bottoms out, a delicious shiver running through him. Chosos cock is thick like his fingers are, stretching you out and making you squirm. Panting and heaving, he draws out halfway and pushes back in with the wet squelching of your cunt around him.

“Big brother!” Your nails dig into his back, hips rising to meet his slow thrusting. His back bows deeply, trying to keep as much control as he can over himself. All Choso wants to do is sit back and pound into you, make you cream all over him and maybe even squirt.

But he takes his time, working his cock into you at a nice and even pace. He has a point to prove, that he’s better than Geto and that he’ll treat you better. He knows he will, knows he can, but he needs you to know it too.

Digging your feet into his lower back, you huff. Being fucked by Choso is better than you could ever imagine, the veins on his cock dragging across your walls wonderfully, but you need more. This slow pace can only keep you satisfied for so long.

“Getting impatient?” Choso chuckles, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. Curling his fists into the pillow beneath you, Choso snaps his hips into yours. “I’ll give you what you want, don’t worry.”

Choso slowly increased the speed of his hips, the slapping of wet skin against skin getting louder and louder. The control he had was slipping away with every thrust, his lip caught tightly between his teeth as he watched your eyes roll back.

“Choso-nii, ah- ah-” The moans coming out of your mouth were so pretty Choso held his breath to be able to hear them better. He tried to keep his head upright to stare at you, but the drag of his heavy cock inside you was making it impossible.

Dropping his head to rest in the crook of your neck, Choso kissed and sucked on your flesh as he fucked you. Your body rocked with every thrust, a moan spilling out every time he bottomed out and nails dragging down his back.

“Take my cock so fucking well-” Choso panted, grabbing under your ass to angle your hips higher. “My lil sis so good to me-” His head was clouding up from pleasure and his words dissolved into babbles.

Chosos teeth scraped against your neck as he spoke, adding to all the sensations washing over you. You moaned right along with what he was saying even though half of his words didn’t make it to your ear, muffled by his mouth pressed against your neck.

A squeal ripped through you as Choso clumsily rubbed your clit, making you tighten around him even harder. He growled deep from his chest, it was becoming almost impossible to drag his cock out of you.

“Choso-nii! I’m- ah-” Tears pricked your lashes you squeezed your eyes so hard together. The pleasure was coming to a head, making your ears ring and mouth fall open in a perfect O. Strained moans broke through, echoed by sharp gasps of air you forced into your lungs.

At the sound of you coming undone, Choso came as well. His hips went even faster, chasing the high for as long as he could. Your cunt gushed around him, mixing with the seed he was pumping into you and creating an even bigger mess on his sheets.

Choso slammed his lips onto yours, desperate to take as much as you could give him. His fingers didn’t stop moving on your clit until you feebly pushed his hand away, and that’s when he knew he could slow down.

“I love you.” Choso says immediately after he stops moving, his body buzzing with happy hormones and a drunken smile is on his face.

“I love you too!” You reply quickly, still trying to catch your breath. Choso stays buried inside you until his cock goes soft and then he pulls out slowly, watching his cum string along his cock and keeping the two of you connected.

“You did so well for me.” He mused, falling to your side and closing his eyes. He’s already pulling you into a side hug before he can even think, throwing the blankets over the two of you to keep the chill from evaporating sweat away.

You lay quietly together, catching your breath and sharing soft kisses together. Your heart is absolutely full of love for Choso, and a smile threatens to never leave your face. It strains your cheeks and makes them ache but you don’t try to push it away.

“How about we get some lunch now?” Choso asks after twenty minutes.

“Okay.” Nodding softly, you make no move to get up from his hold, instead curling into him even more and staying there for another few minutes.

“Alright, let’s really get up now.” Rocking back and forth, Choso rolls on top of you for a moment before rolling completely off the bed. “I’m fucking starving.”

You get dressed after Choso cleans his cum from between your thighs, giving you soft kisses on your stomach and hips as he does so. He keeps an arm around you the entire time, never letting you stray too far from him as you walk to the front door.

“Oh, and (Y/N)?” He stops right as you open the front door.

“Yes?”

“Give me your phone, I’m blocking Geto’s number and deleting those fucking nudes.”

[devilmeows]

14 for the first prompt list and/or 15 for the second?

im a simple person, i see and/or, i disregard the or and i do Both

14. "But I love you!"

15. A and B reminisce about the first time they met.

again not beta read because it's midnight, my beta reader is Busy and my brain is Melting

14. "But I love you!"

Today was the day: Astrid was finally going to see Off the Hook live. Well, she’d see them through a screen, because train tickets to Inkopolis were expensive as hell. She was supposed to watch the concert with Viv, but unfortunately the inkling had caught a nasty cold and Finn had to practically tape them to their bed and bribe them with an astronomical amount of snacks to get them to stay home and rest. Oh well, at least they’d still be able to watch the concert. And there would probably be more concerts for them to attend together. One day.

There was still about half an hour to go before she would be sent the link to the website that would host the concert, but Astrid was already fully ready, sitting cross-legged on the floor with her bottle of juice and a packet of instant noodles she’d prepare once she received that link. Because then she’d have exactly fifteen minutes to do so, and it was just enough for her to cook and immediately inhale her food. And then the concert would start. It would be so cool. Her tentacles, which were tied in a simple ponytail for once, couldn’t stop twitching with excitement.

“Astrid?”

The octoling took her eyes off her computer screen to look at her girlfriend. His head was poking out from behind the wall that separated the living room from the corridor that led to their room. He was smiling one of those smiles that preceded him asking for a favour, because he knew Astrid couldn’t resist it. And he was doing the thing where his freckles flashed just a little bit for even more cute points.

“Yes?”

“Your concert’s starting in half an hour, right?”

“Yeah, about half an hour. Why?”

He stepped into the living room as his smile widened, holding two consoles in his hands.

“Wanna play some Pokémon with me while you wait?”

Astrid blinked. She hadn’t played Pokémon in a while, but Robin had been playing a lot of it since she’d introduced him to it. She figured he would like it, and she was happy that she’d been right. Sometimes, the sounds of Pokémon battles were her background noise as she worked on something else. Whenever she looked up from her work, she’d see Robin looking either very focused or smiling at his 3DS, both of which made her feel warm inside.

“Sure, why not.”

Astrid patted the floor next to her as an invitation for him to sit down. The other octoling happily complied, plopping down beside her and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. He handed her her 3DS, the silver one. She checked the cartridge slot at the back, and saw that her copy of Pokémon X was already in it.

“I was thinking of doing battles,” Robin said as she turned on her console. “I have a bunch of Pokémon I need to evolve first, but there’s a few teams I built that I’d like to try out! And also I just want to kick your ass.”

Astrid scoffed. “I’d like to see you try, my dear. My Pokémon are unbeatable.”

Robin smirked and hummed noncommittally. Astrid squinted at him, but he only smirked wider. I’ve been playing this game for longer than he has, she thought, and my pokémon are strong as hell. There’s no way I’ll lose. She was certain she could wipe that grin off his face in less than five minutes. She’d kiss him to make up for utterly defeating him. And then she’d kiss him some more, because he deserved it.

After making an Onix, a Feebas, a Haunter and a Pumpkaboo evolve, as well as accidentally trading the same Pidgey twice, they finally started setting up their battle. A simple 4v4 so that it wouldn’t take too long, any Pokémon, no banned items- Astrid did think that last rule was a little strange, but she didn’t protest. None of her Pokémon held any items anyway. The screen of her 3DS faded to black as she accepted Robin’s battle invitation, and as the Pokémon selection menu and both their teams appeared, she frowned.

“Alomomola, Houndoom, Mienshao, Cinccino, Bronzong and Cryogonal?” She thought out loud. “That’s...a team.”

“That’s my team!” He replied with a smile. He was sitting in front of her now, so that they wouldn’t be able to see each other’s screens. “I like it very much. I named the Mienshao after you!”

“Because I punch people in the face with my long arms?”

“That, and because you’re really pretty.”

Astrid’s lesbian brain froze. “How dare you.”

“Love you!” Robin blew her a kiss.

Finally, the battle started. Astrid led with Blaziken, while Robin led with Alomomola. Hm, a Water-type. That’s not good. That’s fine, I’ll take the risk anyway. She used Slash to gauge how much damage her Pokémon could land, and to her surprise, the move only took a little of the pink fish’s HP. Said pink fish then used Wish. Huh. Well, I’ll try something more powerful then. Before her Blaziken could use Sky Uppercut, Robin switched his Alomomola out for his Mienshao. Astrid almost felt bad as her alter ego took a good amount of damage....only to be immediately healed by Wish. Hm. Well, that was fine. Nothing to worry about. It’d be dead by next round.

...Except it did not die. Strangely, it seemed to take less damage than it had taken the round before. Astrid the Mienshao proceeded to use Swords Dance. Astrid the Octoling smirked. I’ve got you now! One more Sky Uppercut, and the enemy was almost in the red. Could’ve used Flare Blitz and killed it in one go, but oh well.

“Goodbye, me!”

The Mienshao used Aerial Ace. Her Blaziken instantly fainted.

“Yeah,” Robin said with a smile, “goodbye you!”

“How-” she shook her head. “It’s fine, I still have enough Pokémon to whoop your ass.”

Her girlfriend had the audacity to snort, so she sent out her Gengar. With one hit of Psychic, Astrid the Mienshao was gone.

“Aha! Take that.”

“Hm, okay, didn’t think you’d outspeed me, but okay!”

Robin sent out Houndoom. Astrid immediately retrieved her Ghost-type, letting Houndoom use Nasty Plot in the process. She squinted. Time for a quadruped fight I guess, she thought, sending out Luxray.

“What?”

“I am not sorry~” Robin sing-songed as his Houndoom took out her Luxray with a single Flamethrower.

She had no idea how that had just happened. The Dark-type even took some damage for some reason. “Okay, you know what?” Astrid sent out Gengar. “Fuck you!” She made it use Dazzling Gleam, which took half of the opposing Pokémon’s HP. But a second later, it was taken out by Dark Pulse. “How?”

Robin giggled, looking far too happy at Astrid’s distress. She was down to one Pokémon now, while the other octoling still had three. This wasn’t fair!

“It’s all up to you, big bird,” she muttered, sending out Honchkrow.

At the sight of the Flying-type, Robin gasped. He retrieved Houndoom, instead sending out...

“Oh and I was worried that I’d lose,” Astrid snorted as she watched a Cinccino appear on the field, “but you send a pile of fluff at me?”

Robin said nothing. His Normal-type’s HP dropped to the orange after Honchkrow’s Wing Attack, but that didn’t seem to alarm him. Instead, he just smirked as he tapped on the move his Pokémon was going to use. Astrid cracked her knuckles, ready to watch Night Slash obliterate the fluffy chinchilla- except said fluffy chinchilla somehow attacked first. It used Rock Blast. It was super effective, but it was fine, it hadn’t done a significant amount of damage. Maybe the deities of random would smile down on her and let the move only hit twice.

Except the deities of random had nothing to do with this. Rock Blast hit twice. Three times. Four times...

“What the fuck,” Astrid whispered, eyes widening as her pokémon’s HP started getting dangerously low, “What the FUCK- WHAT THE FUCK!”

Robin didn’t say anything, because he simply could not stop his laughter. He only laughed harder as his girlfriend threw him a shocked and outraged glare when her Honchkrow fainted after the fifth Rock Blast hit.

“HOW DID YOU DO THAT WITH A CINCCINO???”

The other octoling was now laughing so hard he was practically crying. Astrid’s tentacles twitched so much they were threatening to snap her scrunchie.

“Skill Link-” he took a deep breath, “Skill Link is a wonderful thing, my dear.”

“You- I- I- What-” Her stammering threw Robin into another laughing fit. Oh, her pride was wounded, injured, deceased on the floor. She must’ve looked hilariously crestfallen, because he laughed harder every time he looked at her. She threw her hands up in the air, then lightly pushed him. “How dare you do this to me! Go away!”

“But I love you!” He protested, wiping his tears dramatically and making his freckles flash at the word love.

“I don’t!” She joked, pointing towards the kitchen. “Go away!”

Robin was still chuckling as he stood up, blowing her one last kiss before he disappeared behind the kitchen wall. Astrid sat there, pouting, staring at her 3DS that still showed the Cinccino’s smug little bastard face. How dare. How dare he be better than her at Pokémon while he’d only started playing the games hardly a month ago. It was impressive though, how he’d managed to do it. The Pokémon he’d used weren’t the most popular and you didn’t usually see them in people’s top 10 favourites. Maybe there was a reason why he had picked those Pokémon in particular? She remembered how Houndoom had taken some damage with every move it had used, and something clicked in her brain. Wait, isn’t there a whole section of players who play strat? Is that what he did? She’d never bothered to go into that, simply because she had no patience for all the grinding it took to get a perfect Pokémon: she was good with spamming Flare Blitz until it knocked something out.

Her computer’s ding made her jump, and suddenly she remembered what she’d been waiting for and all the adrenaline rushed back into her body. There it was: the concert link! Her phone buzzed with a few texts, probably from an equally as excited Viv. Before she read those though, she needed to make her food. She clicked on the link and reached for her noodles as the page loaded...only to be met with thin air.

“Peace offering?” Robin had returned, smiling, with a steaming bowl of instant noodles in one hand and a can of soda and a pack of cookies in the other.

You’re too good to me. Astrid pretended to still be annoyed for a second before she made grabby hands at the food.

“Offering accepted!”

The purple octoling’s tentacles twitched happily, and he once again sat down by his girlfriend’s side, carefully setting down the bowl so that it wouldn’t spill. When he put down the soda and cookies, Astrid shuffled closer to him and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the chopsticks lying on top of the cookies, “but you didn’t have to do this, I still have fifteen minutes before the concert.”

“But I wanted to do this for you,” Robin replied with a purr. “Also, sunshine, I love you, but you’re way too excited to be allowed in the kitchen. You’d burn everything down.”

She slurped her noodles very loudly. ...Can’t argue with that.

“Can you explain how you did that, like, after the concert?” Astrid asked, pointing at her 3DS.

Robin smiled, and his freckles glowed happily. “Of course I can.”

He leaned against his girlfriend’s shoulder. Both of them purred.

15. A and B reminisce about the first time they met

Reef's heels clicked against the hard floor as she furiously stomped towards her office. Several octolings hurriedly stepped out of her way as they saw her- as they fucking should. She was in no mood to deal with any of their bullshit today, and if anyone got too close she would not be held responsible for how her tentacles would react. They were already having an absurdly hard time not busting out of her kelp's grasp. When she finally reached her office, she kicked the door open and slammed it shut behind her, effectively making the walls around her tremble. She stood there for a moment, looking around for something to smash against the ground with her entire strength, anything she could tear apart to channel her rage, but there was nothing that could be spared in her office today.

Absolutely fucking peachy.

Instead, she settled for a frustrated roar and went to sit down on top of her desk. She brought her hands up to her hair, and her impatient tentacles almost slapped her arms as she untied the strings of kelp. Once that was done, she buried her face in her hands while her hair writhed wildly.

Reef had received a report on more deserters today. Four of them had died - good fucking riddance -, two of them had been captured - she'd pay them a visit later - and only one of them had made it to the surface alive.

And of course, that had to be fucking Oleander.

Out of all the octolings that had managed to make it out alive, it just had to be her, because the world hated Reef apparently. It had to be her ex, the woman who had had the nerve to break up with her simply because she thought that maybe the inklings weren’t that bad and life on the surface could be nice.

(And also because she didn’t like how Reef treated everyone around her, but Reef didn’t see what the problem with that was, so she’d dismissed that thought entirely.)

She wished she could’ve been there. She wished she could’ve been the one to catch these traitors in the act. She wouldn’t have killed them, no: death was much too kind a fate for the likes of them. There was another place, far deeper underground than the most distant domes, that was perfectly suited for traitorous octolings. A place where the sunlight they chased after would never reach them.

Had she been there, that was where Reef would’ve sent Oleander.

She tried to picture it: her claws gripping the scientist’s shirt, holding her at arm’s length above a gaping, dark hole as she tried to escape her grasp- but she flinched as she tried to have a look at her face.

Reef let out a low growl.

Reef had no friends. Reef didn’t need friends: she had been created for one purpose, and one purpose only, and she was going to make sure she’d be up for it. Friends would only slow her down. The mere concept of friends hardly existed in the domes, anyway: you either had siblings or sparring partners, and that was it. There was no time for friendship when you were fighting a war.

But for some reason, Reef wanted to be friends with that octoling.

Her hair was what first caught her eye: in the midst of all the vivid colours, her lavender really stood out. A pretty colour for a pretty octoling. Reef saw her once on her way to training, and then no sign of her for a solid month. But she sure was on her mind. Moderately tall, dark green eyes, a neutral, almost bored expression...Probably a scientist, judging from the long white coat she’d been wearing.

At first, Reef didn’t exactly like how much she thought about that octoling. It made her feel things. And she wasn’t a fan of feeling things.

She saw her again during training. Reef had just successfully beaten an elite soldier to a pulp, and she’d been so busy gloating about her victory to the other soldiers watching that she almost tripped over the pretty octoling she’d been thinking about nonstop for an entire month as she inspected the defeated soldier’s wounds. Dark green eyes met ice blue, and Reef smirked to hide her embarrassment. Always an excellent go-to reaction to have. Smile, your big fang freaks them out and makes you look scary. And for some reason, the scientist mirrored her smirk.

“Impressive,” she commented. “I am no expert on fighting, but even I can tell that you are quite skilled.”

Reef felt her hearts miss several beats. “Why, thank you,” she replied, having no idea how she managed to keep herself from stuttering. “But that was nothing. You should’ve seen the time I fought three whole soldiers on my own and won.”

She flexed her precious muscles in a way that she hoped looked cool and somewhat natural. And somehow, that worked: the scientist’s gaze flicked to her toned arms, and stayed there for a long moment. Reef felt like she might explode right under the octoling’s eyes as she then glanced at her exposed abs. Ah, yes, she was quite proud of those too.

Someone behind them shouted something that Reef didn’t quite catch. Immediately, she turned around, tentacles flaring and coiling like a snake about to strike as she aimed her octoshot at the crowd.

“What was that?”

Silence. The assembled octolings all looked away, looking either embarrassed or scared. Good.

“Thought so.”

She clipped her gun to her belt, then turned back to the scientist, who was now looking at her with a new, admirative shine in her dark green eyes. The two octolings smiled at each other.

“I’m Reef,” she said, holding one hand out while the other rested on her hip. “Reef Moltentide. DJ Octavio’s future second-in-command, as soon as he gets tired of his current one.”

“Oleander Rivea,” the lavender octoling replied, shaking Reef’s hand. Her skin was so much softer than her own calloused hands. “I am simply a scientist...for now.”

Ambitious. I like that. Her smirk only grew wider.

They saw each other regularly after that event. Sometimes, they simply waved at each other when they had no time to speak, and sometimes they talked and talked and talked, until Reef could practically hear her voice in the silence as well as recall every detail of Oleander’s face once they parted ways. Their feelings quickly evolved into something that went way past simple friendship, but as it turned out, Oleander liked to make it a little difficult for Reef. She could tell by the amused glint in her dark green eyes as she subtly flirted with her in front of Reef’s superior officers, and how she stared at her through lidded eyes just a moment too long as they tested their newest model of googles. Those were moments where it was impossible for the elite soldier to flirt back, or else she would lose her position, or worse. She loved it, though: it always left her wanting more. She wanted so badly to hold Oleander’s waist and pull her closer, so close that she would be able to see every single detail in her irises, so close that she would feel her heartbeats under her skin. Every time she thought about the pretty octoling, Reef realised how much she wanted to kiss Oleander.

And her wish was granted on the night that they were both promoted: Oleander as dome 1’s head scientist, and Reef as Octavio’s second-in-command. After the mandatory celebrations and hours of being congratulated by every meaningless octoling in existence, Oleander had pulled Reef away and into her room, and they’d hardly waited a moment after the door was closed before they kissed. It was just as intense and felt just as amazing as Reef thought it would be. She held her face between her hands, tilting her head whenever she wanted to deepen the kiss, while the lavender octoling slowly ran her hands through the elite’s black and red tentacles. Occasionally, she would pull at them to interrupt their kissing and simply see Reef’s playfully irritated frown. She was the only one who could poke fun at her without consequences, and she knew it.

They didn’t sleep much that night.

That memory was followed by cold, cold dark green eyes, staring at her for one last time before storming out the door. And as her anger and frustration rose once again, another nasty, nasty feeling wormed its way into the mix: sadness.

She still loved Oleander, and she fucking hated it.

“Fuck off!” Reef barked as someone knocked on her door. With Oleander gone, there was only one person who she couldn’t be rude to, and Octavio did not knock: he simply came in uninvited. Therefore, she was perfectly allowed to tell whoever was behind that door to fuck off. Besides, everyone knew that, if they valued their life, they stayed away from her when she told them to.

Apparently, this octopus didn’t particularly care about their life, since they let themself in anyway. Reef’s gaze snapped up to meet the other octoling’s eyes. Of fucking course it’s the Callisto sister. She didn’t know her name, but she didn’t need to know that to remember how much of a pain in the ass that octopus was. She had always defended her worthless sister before they escaped with Ida, and since then she’d been particularly keen on annoying the hell out of Reef whenever she could.

(She remembered with a pang of anger that her other sister had been Oleander’s student.)

“I said,” Reef enunciated in a dangerously low voice, “fuck off, Callisto.”

Callisto said nothing. She simply stared at Reef, her gaze even and pink and blue tentacles staying perfectly still as opposed to her superior’s, which were vibrating with fury. There wasn’t a trace of fear in her eyes or posture, and Reef hated that.

“I have orders from DJ Octavio himself,” she eventually said. “He wants to see you in his throne room.”

Just what I needed, the commander snarled to herself, clenching her fists. Out of all the people he could’ve chosen to deliver this damn message, he picked the one I want dead the most. Sometimes she wondered if Octavio was as smart as he pretended to be. She took a deep breath and stood up from her chair.

“You’ve done your job,” Reef growled, “now leave.”

“I have one more thing to do before I leave,” she pulled out a file from the bag that Reef only now noticed that she had. “Oleander Rivea’s personal journal. I thought you might want to...peruse it.”

The insolent octopus had the nerve to smirk.

Before Callisto had the time to react, Reef gripped her face with one hand, placing her sharp claws at the junction between her head and her neck. The octoling’s smug expression vanished instantly, and was finally replaced by fear. With some anger too, because this was Callisto, and she hated Reef as much as Reef hated her.

“You are on thin fucking ice, Callisto,” she hissed. Her writhing tentacles cast a shadow on the shorter octoling, and she pierced her skin as she tried to wriggle out of her grasp. Dark blue blood started trickling along her neck. Reef smiled.

She would’ve stayed and punished Callisto some more, but Octavio was waiting for her, and she wasn’t in the mood to put up with the King lecturing her, so instead she tossed the soldier to the ground like a rag doll. She immediately brought her hands up to her neck, hissing in pain.

“Now get out of my sight.”

[pink-peony-princess]

I'll Always Protect the People I Love

I really couldn't tell you how it happened, one minute I was hanging up washing on the line and the next I was on the ground in a load of pain. It had been one of those days, you know the ones where everything goes wrong? First I woke up late and missed an important virtual meeting,then I somehow managed to knock over a massive glass of water,the contents going absolutely everywhere. All over my bedside table, my phone (luckily it was waterproof) and several important pieces of paper which I'd been reading for the very meeting I had missed.

Maybe this was the universe's way of telling me I shouldn't have even bothered with today? Maybe I'd have been better if I had stayed in bed. One thing was for sure, I'd be in less pain right now.The only good thing was that my husband who usually worked as a doctor in the local hospital's E.D had taken an annual leave day to get the filing done which he'd gotten behind on.

"Crap," I hissed as I lifted my arm to inspect the massive scrape that had resulted from the fall.

Everything hurt, my arm, my legs which I could see from the droplets of blood falling onto the concrete had also copped a nasty whack, even my side hurt. I could feel myself getting nauseous at the sight of the blood, I'd never been any good at anything to do with medical stuff, it just made me want to vomit. What Shawn got from it, I wasn't sure, but he was passinate about medicine and was always so good. Not only at solving the actual issue at hand, but at making connections with his patients,at gaining their trust.

I tried to stay calm, to take a few deep breaths, but I could feel my composure crumbling as all the day's events caught up to me.

"Shawn!" I called out,voice shaking with the effort of trying to hold back tears. "Shawn," I shouted a little louder when there was no response. Finally I was met with the sound of his footsteps on the stairs.

"April, what's the matter, I was in the middle of a -" he stopped dead in the middle of the yard when he saw me.

"What happened?" he asked, recovering his composure quickly and rushing over to me.

"I tripped," I sniffled, as he bent down,noticing the blood on my hands and knees, and the way I was holding my aching side.

"I can see that baby," he spoke softly, lifting the hem of my dress up just enough to see how far up the wound was.

"This looks nasty and sore," he commented, pouting,causing me to whimper. That was the last thing I wanted to hear, especially from him,someone who spent his days seeing gross wounds and abbrassions.

"It hurts," I cried reaching for him out of habit,only to have my hands sting in protest. I couldn't help the tears that came steadily now, rolling down my face and clouding my vision.

"Oh, honey, please don't cry," he shushed me, reaching up to wipe them away. "It's okay, I'll fix you up, I promise,"

"I'm sorry for being a cry-baby," I muttered scrubbing at my tears with the back of my hand.

"You're not a cry-baby Honey,you've just had a tough day is all," he replied,pressing a kiss to my forehead. I sat there for a minute forgetting the pain,just resting my head against his chest, letting him hold me. He was the one person in the world, who could always make things better.

"Alright Princess, do you think you can stand up?" he asked,taking hold of my upper arms, supporting most of my weight. I stood slowly,my entire body felt as if it was simultaneously being set on fire and hit by a truck.

We made our way inside. Slowly. Incredibly slowly, but Shawn was patient as I hobbled along beside him.

"Here, sit down here," he told me, helping me onto one of the dining room chairs.

"But what about the blood?" I pointed to the blood which was still flowing slowly from several of the wounds.

"It's okay, the chairs can be cleaned," he replied clearly unphased."I'm going to get the first aid kit, stay there," he told me.

"Not like I can go anywhere," I retorted making him laughed as he ran off in the direction of the bathroom.

He came running back less than a minute later, "I'm okay Shawn," I laughed,going to lean back in the chair, but the contact caused the grazes on my back to sting furiously. "Ah," I hissed, leaning forward again.

"Yeah, you look fine," Shawn sassed back, placing the large box of medical supplies on the ground and opening it. It was overwhelming just looking at all the different things. I had no idea how Shawn knew what he was doing, but he obviously did, because he pulled about 5 different things out, before looking up at me.

"Alright sweets,I'm going to wipe off your hands and knees first,it might sting a bit, just tell me if it gets too much and I'll stop okay?" he told, looking up at me as he pulled the wrapper off an antiseptic wipe and gently wiped it across my left knee.

"Ahh," I hissed, fresh tears coming to my eyes,my hand flying to his, stopping him from what he was doing.

"I know it hurts baby," he moved his other hand up to rest on my thigh comfortingly. "But if we don't get this all cleaned up then you risk getting an infection,who knows what sort of stuff has been on that ground, especially with Tarzan out there now,"

At the sound of his name Tarzan came running, tentatively putting one paw up on my lap.

"Aw, Tarzan,good boy, you come to look after Mummy hey, you know she's sad," he cooed,wiping my knee again. It hurt as much as the last time, but I tried to stay still and let Shawn do what he needed to.

"And I'm done," Shawn smiled five minutes later, stepping back from your hands as he gave them one last wipe.

I sighed, feeling relieved, but then I remembered he still had to deal with my side and back, and I knew that would be worse that both my hands and my knees. I'd really done a number on myself there,having landed with most of my weight in that one area.

"I think we're probably better off going to the bathroom for your side, from what I saw outside I'll need to give it a proper rinse out before I do anything with it," he spoke,causing me to groan.

"I know honey, but I promise once I've dealt with it you're all done then how about we have snuggles on the couch and other a take out?" We didn't often get to spend a truly lazy night together with both of our jobs being as crazy as they were.

Really?" I asked, smiling properly for the first time all day.

"Really," he smiled back "Work can wait till tomorrow, my poor invalid baby is more important," he pouted, causing me to laugh, as he helped me to the bathroom.

"That's my favourite sound you know," he told me as he helped me undress and get situated in the tub so he could use the detachable head to wash out the wound.

I smiled, feeling suddenly shy, even after being married for a year, and together for 4 he still had that effect on me.

He spent a few more minutes getting everything set up, towels,bandages, antiseptic wash, tweezers, before he finally turned the water on low, being careful not to get any water on the wounds he'd just dressed.

"Can you turn around for me April?" he asked, helping me to maneuver my body the way he needed it."I'm going to start washing it out now baby, there's a fair bit of dirt and crap caked in there so I'll need to give it a good rinse out. Do you wanna hold my hand?" he offered, extending the hand he wasn't using which I took immediately. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded squeezing my eyes shut in anticipation.

As soon as the water hit it, my whole side felt like it was on fire, the tears that I had managed to hold at bay until now, flowing freely. "I know Princess," he soothed, "One more minute okay," I nodded, opening my eyes, watching as he skillfully flushed the wound. "Can you arch your back for me a bit?" he asked stopping the water momentarily. I did what he asked, leaning over, seeing for the first time just how much blood was coming from me. The bathtub had streams of red water that just seemed to keep coming.

"Shawn," I squeeked, the blood.

"It's okay, Honey,I promise you it looks way worse than it actually is," he tried to console me continuing to work on my wound. I sat there, like I had outside trying not to focus on it, but I could feel the familiar twist of my stomach as he nausea set in,waves of dizziness washing over me like the water.

"Shawn, I-Im going to be sick," I gasped, holding my bandaged hand over my mouth. He was quick to act, switching off the water immediately, and reaching for the trash can that sat next to the toilet, holding it under my chin.

"Deep breaths, April," he spoke softly,pushing some of the hair that had fallen into my eyes out the way.

"You must think I'm such a whimp," I groaned, head still over the bin as I tried and failed to take steady breaths.

"Not at all," he promised, "You're just not good with blood, lots of people are like that, hey, at least you haven't fainted," he laughed trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"I feel like I'm going to," I whispered.

"It's okay, just breathe, that's it, nice long breathes," he coached still holding the bin patiently.

Finally after five minutes of sitting like that, the feeling started to lessen and I was able to sit up again. I must have looked like a complete mess, because the look of pity on Shawn's face was ridiculous.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he placed the bin down beside him and took my hand.

I nodded still not entirely trusting myself.

"Ready to get out and I'll fix the rest up out on the couch?" he asked offering me his hand again.

I nodded again,allowing him help me out of the bath and wrap a towel around my body.

We made our way back to the loving room slowly where he deposited me onto the couch, before running back to get the things he needed from the bathroom.

"How bad is it?" I asked, as he sat down beside me.

"I've seen better I've seen worse, it's not as bad as it probably feels though," he added in sympathy.

"What do you need to do?" I asked, turning to look at him. He frowned, obviously weighing up whether to tell me or of it was better to keep me in the dark.

"I need to get this gravel outta the wound before I dress it," he answered carefully. "Why don't you turn the T.V. on while I work?" he suggested quickly when he saw my face fall. He grabbed the remote off the table and handed it to me.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked when the screen came on.

"Whatever you wanna watch babe, I'll be focussed on this."

I nodded,turning on Once Upon A Time, immediately being pulled into the fantasy. The story helping to distract me. He kept a hand on my good shoulder the whole time he worked, occasionally squeezing it when I let out a whimper at a particularly sore spot.

"All done," he announced as he stuck the adhesive strip down half an hour later.

"Really?" I asked, turning to see he was indeed done, already in the process of picking up all the trash, going to dispose of it safely in the bin.

When he came back he had a glass of water, a bottle of Tylenol and an ice-pack in his hands.

"Here babe, take these,it should help with some of the pain," he spoke, coming around the couch to hand them to me, before sitting down next to me.

"What's the ice-pack for?"

"For your back, it'll help to stop the bruising," he lifted me onto his lap confusing me slightly.

"Won't you be cold?" I questioned as he placed the ice-pack between my back and his chest, pulling me back

"I could never be cold with you around baby," he murmured kissing my head, leaning back into the sofa.

"Thank you for looking after me," I spoke after a few minutes of comfortable quiet in which we were both focussed on the television.

"Of course baby," he replied, running a hand gently through my scalp. "I'll always protect the people I love."

[sparklingpax]

A Different Side (1/2)

Summary: Optimus comes back from an unsuccessful mission and seems to be out of sorts...but there’s more to that story. 

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A/N: 

-This is a rather silly fic, so do not worry I promise there is nothing inappropriate or heavy in this one at all! It’s,,,a dumb idea I had in History the other day,,,I wrote most of it between/during class periods, and edited the rest when I was supposed to be doing homework at home! :’) 

-Please excuse any typos, grammar mistakes, ooc-ness, weird phrasings, punctuation errors, or really just anything that looks weird or isn’t right; I’m an amateur and I do this stuff for fun! So I’m naturally not the best at it....keep that in mind pls...

-WHAT IS THIS TITLE IM SO SORRY--

-Ok but this story is honestly kinda dumb goumen I’ll write better things soon

-Set in the TFP universe! 

-This only has two parts, so this be the first and the next update is the end of it.... 😹😹 ^^’’

Enjoy! :D 

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“Eat my dust, Jack!”

“Not if I pass you first!!”

“No, you won’t!!!”

“Says who?!”

               Two cars raced around the base, one just barely passing the other.

               Miko and Jack had gone head-to-head, racing one last tournament before they had to go home—after the tie last round, they just had to know who, really, was the victor of the day. The two of them shouted competitively as they jammed the controls in one direction or another. Excited, Raf looked on. He, too, was curious of the outcome.

               At present, only Ratchet had remained at base.

               The others had gone out to investigate an abandoned energon mine somewhere in Maine. Optimus had visited the location once before but was not able to reach the source of the readings he’d gotten.

               Therefore, since there had been no Decepticon activity in the past week or so, he took his team to search the caverns.

               They were due to return in about 10 minutes, according to Ratchet. When they did, each guardian was then going to take their human companion home.

               It was a normal day at the Autobot base.

              “NO WAY—”

              “TAKE THAT!!!!”

              Jack threw his fist in the air triumphantly while Miko crumpled to the floor in defeat. Raf burst into laughter as she actually went and laid flat on her back.

             “The horror! I’ve let Jack win!!” She overdramatically wailed. Then, after a moment, sat up and giggled along with Raf and Jack. As the two went to retrieve their cars, Raf scampered up to Ratchet.

             “Hey, Ratchet. What are you doing?”

             The medic sighed, continuing to tinker with what looked like some kind of tool. “Fixing one of Bulkhead’s….accidents,” He muttered. With a sigh, he remembered the large mech smashing it while trying to reenact a fight he had, showing off to Miko. Naturally, the girl had been amazed, but it was short-lived as Ratchet, too, had witnessed that retelling.

              Raf fixed his glasses. “I’m sure it was just an accident, Ratchet.”

              With an eyeroll, Ratchet responded, “It was, but that doesn’t make it any less of an inconvenience, Rafael. It was quite immature of him, too.” He held it up to the light to observe a small detail of the frame.

              “Oh…I see.”

              “Thank the Allspark it’s not one of my more important tools,” he murmured, mostly to himself. Ratchet put it down for a moment to check on the progress of the rest of the team’s expedition.

              He pushed the comm button. “Optimus, come in. Have you found anything? Is everyone okay?”

             “Negative, Ratchet. There is nothing left in these caves,” he reported, a faint note of disappointment in his tone. “Though, everyone is fine. We require a bridge.”

              “Understood.”

              Ratchet tapped a few more buttons to lock onto their coordinates and pulled the lever, activating the groundbridge.  Miko and Jack broke off their conversation and joined Raf to stand by Ratchet, waiting for their guardians’ returns.

               Sure enough, after a moment, the team came through the portal with a swishing noise, Optimus the last one through. While the three kids gravitated to their partners, Optimus merely stood at the bridge. He remained for a moment, passing his gaze over his team.

              Then, without a word, he turned and headed down the halls—to his room.

              “Did you really think….” Arcee trailed off her snide remark at Jack as she heard Optimus’s heavy footsteps go past everyone and down the hall. She and Jack exchanged looks as everyone else, also, noticed this.

               After a short spell of silence, Miko finally spoke up.

               “Is he mad or something? Cuz I mean, geez—he didn’t even say hello.” She folded her arms.

               “No, Miko,” Ratchet responded, sounding a little exasperated. “What could he be angry over, if he were?” More silence followed his words. It was not often Optimus actually showed what he was feeling like this.

               Everyone was therefore concerned.

               “Do you think…he might be, like, really disappointed about not finding anything in the caves, then?” Jack asked, drifting from Arcee to the groundbridge area. “I mean, from what he’s been saying, you guys really needed that energon…”

               “He could just be tired, too,” Raf chimed in. The bots thought for a moment.

               Bumblebee shifted from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable. ‘I just hope he’s okay…’

               Ratchet set his tools aside and headed for the hall. “I’ll go talk to him,” he said. The humans and bots exchanged glances, then nodded.

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               “So!” Ratchet huffed frustratedly, emerging from the halls. “He won’t open the door, and will not talk to me, either!” He threw his hands in the air with a noise of exasperation, trudging back to his station.

               Rafael nudged Miko, who had her headphones in. Jack stood up and began down the stairs.

               “I guess something is wrong,” Arcee murmured, folding her arms. She caught sight of Jack, regarding her companion with an inquisitive gaze.

               “Jack?”

               “I’ll talk to him.” He heard his own determined voice, then touched the back of his head with an awkward laugh. “I’ll—I’ll try, I mean…”

               “Good luck,” Ratchet muttered bitterly, not taking his eyes off his current repair project. “If he even has the courtesy to acknowledge you at all.”  Jack flashed a thumbs up.

He uneasily began to wonder what could have put Optimus so out of sorts that he wouldn’t even speak to Ratchet. It was also rare for Optimus to do this kind of thing, apparently.

Something told Jack it wasn’t just about the energon…but he still wanted to find out for himself.

               “Later, Jack!” Raf called, scampering down the steps. Miko followed, slinging her backpack onto her shoulders. She waved.

               “Yeah, we’re gonna go home now, but you better text us later, kay?” Bulkhead and Bumblebee then transformed, and the two kids hopped in. Ratchet, remembering he had to bridge them out, audibly sighed, slumping over.

               “For the love of Primus, am I able to get any work done around here without constantly being interrupted?!”

               That’s my cue to leave, Jack thought. He quickly hurried down the halls, not wanting to be the next victim of Ratchet’s frustration. He knew the medic only meant well, and that his work was important to him.

               Still, he internally wished Ratchet had more patience. Even if he didn’t scare Jack, it was still unpleasant to be around the old bot when he was not in a good mood.

               Speaking of which….

               Jack came upon Optimus’s berth room, which was closed. He sucked in a breath, raising his arm to knock. Hesitation pulled his arm back after a second.

               What if he is just resting? I’d be pretty ticked if someone interrupted my long nap…

               A memory of Miko pushing him off the couch as a prank resurfaced. He remembered feeling frustrated more than anything else. Of course, she’d apologized, but that wasn’t really going to give him back those precious minutes of sleep.

               He rolled his eyes. “What can you expect when you’re friends with Miko Nakadai, right?” He murmured, raising his arm again. But for the sake of satisfying my own curiosities, at least—

               “Hey, Optimus?” Jack called, knocking lightly. When he received no response for a few minutes, he sighed and knocked again—this time, a bit louder. “Optimus!! Are you okay in there?”

               There was a rustling noise from behind the door, but still no response. Jack decided to stop knocking. He put his back against the metal and slid to the floor. Maybe simply talking it out would help.

               “You know, everyone’s kinda worried about you…” He sighed again, laughing a little. “Oh, and Ratchet’s kinda mad you didn’t even acknowledge him. So…you’re probably gonna have to apologize for that later…”

               The boy bowed his head a little. It was possible Optimus wanted to be left alone right now. Coming to bother him might have been a mistake. Jack began to think up other ways he and the others could figure out—

               “Jack.”

               Optimus spoke at last, his voice sounding calm—completely level, actually. Instantly, the teen sprang to his feet and answered.

               “Optimus! Ok, good. You’re alive, then,” he joked. When the Prime didn’t respond to his jest—naturally—Jack shook his head and chuckled quietly. “It’s ok, I was joking. Anyway—do you….wanna talk? Is everything ok? You seemed kind of sad when you came through the bridge…and you didn’t even tell us how it went…”

               Didn’t tell us anything, actually, but I’ll leave that part out. I’m sure Optimus doesn’t want to be guilted for stuff at the moment.

               There was another noise—it sounded a little more desperate before it abruptly came to a stop. Then, the Autobot leader’s hefty footsteps began to approach the door. Jack backed away, glad that his efforts seemed to have paid off. The large metal sheet slid upwards, revealing Optimus’ huge figure.

               His face was completely expressionless, but he mustered a somewhat warm look when he gazed at Jack.

               Well, at least Optimus said something and…opened his door, Jack consoled himself mentally. Even though I still don’t know what’s bothering him. Guess we’ll just have to wait for him to tell us…

               “I will go apologize to Ratchet. It was not my intention to offend him…” He started out the door and down the hall. Then, he paused to face Jack for a moment as he added, “And my apologies also to you, I did not mean to worry anyone. Thank you for coming to get me.”

               “Oh—no, don’t worry about that, Optimus. It’s fine.”

               The Prime nodded briefly, saying nothing more. Jack watched him go. Now, he was even more confused than before.

               So why were you acting weird when you got back to base?

               By coincidence, his gaze happened to wander to Optimus’ open berth room. Jack had the sudden realization that he’d never seen Optimus’s berthroom before. Actually, he hadn’t seen any of the bots’ rooms since he’d known about their base.

               He left the door open, it wouldn’t hurt to go take a look…I think?

               Quietly, he padded inside. Taking a moment to look around, Jack noted that it was quite a huge space—way bigger than he’d expected from the size of the door.

It was also very….bare.

               No posters, furnishings, or anything other than the walls, his berth, and a small shelf. On that shelf, there was nothing except for some mystery object shoved in the corner, covered by an old blue cloth.

               “Exactly what you’d expect from a guy like Optimus,” Jack remarked to himself. He sighed and began to walk away, when suddenly a noise snapped his attention back around.

               Back to the shelf.

               Back to the blue cloth.

               A noise that had come from….

               “What is that thing?” Jack murmured to himself as he drew close to it again.

               He jumped back as it vibrated and briefly glowed a bright blue. It seemed to come back to life as a steady humming filled the air of the room. The teen came to a halt right in front of the shelf, placing his hands on his hips as he stared at it, curious and confused.

               Was he trying to hide this? Jack wanted even more to know what it did—what it was.

               And while he stared at it, the object beneath the cloth made another noise.

               “Roadwork ahead?? Uh, YEAH, I sure hope it does!”

               For a moment, Jack stood immobile. Then, he burst into laughter.  

               Optimus was watching vines….he was watching vines….Optimus Prime was watching vines.

               He suddenly remembered what had happened to his mom when she watched vine for the first time. For at least two long, painful weeks, the only things she said were vine quotes—in a failed attempt to be funny. 

               Optimus was watching….vines….oh no.

               Jack turned on his heel and sprinted down the halls.

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[pinkpeonyprincessblog]

I'll Always Protect the People I Love

I really couldn't tell you how it happened, one minute I was hanging up washing on the line and the next I was on the ground in a load of pain. It had been one of those days, you know the ones where everything goes wrong? First I woke up late and missed an important virtual meeting,then I somehow managed to knock over a massive glass of water,the contents going absolutely everywhere. All over my bedside table, my phone (luckily it was waterproof) and several important pieces of paper which I'd been reading for the very meeting I had missed.

Maybe this was the universe's way of telling me I shouldn't have even bothered with today? Maybe I'd have been better if I had stayed in bed. One thing was for sure, I'd be in less pain right now.The only good thing was that my husband who usually worked as a doctor in the local hospital's E.D had taken an annual leave day to get the filing done which he'd gotten behind on.

"Crap," I hissed as I lifted my arm to inspect the massive scrape that had resulted from the fall.

Everything hurt, my arm, my legs which I could see from the droplets of blood falling onto the concrete had also copped a nasty whack, even my side hurt. I could feel myself getting nauseous at the sight of the blood, I'd never been any good at anything to do with medical stuff, it just made me want to vomit. What Shawn got from it, I wasn't sure, but he was passinate about medicine and was always so good. Not only at solving the actual issue at hand, but at making connections with his patients,at gaining their trust.

I tried to stay calm, to take a few deep breaths, but I could feel my composure crumbling as all the day's events caught up to me.

"Shawn!" I called out,voice shaking with the effort of trying to hold back tears. "Shawn," I shouted a little louder when there was no response. Finally I was met with the sound of his footsteps on the stairs.

"April, what's the matter, I was in the middle of a -" he stopped dead in the middle of the yard when he saw me.

"What happened?" he asked, recovering his composure quickly and rushing over to me.

" I tripped," I sniffled, as he bent down,noticing the blood on my hands and knees, and the way I was holding my aching side.

"I can see that baby," he spoke softly, lifting the hem of my dress up just enough to see how far up the wound was.

"This looks nasty and sore," he commented, pouting,causing me to whimper. That was the last thing I wanted to hear, especially from him,someone who spent his days seeing gross wounds and abbrassions.

"It hurts," I cried reaching for him out of habit,only to have my hands sting in protest. I couldn't help the tears that came steadily now, rolling down my face and clouding my vision.

"Oh, honey, please don't cry," he shushed me, reaching up to wipe them away. "It's okay, I'll fix you up, I promise,"

"I'm sorry for being a cry-baby," I muttered scrubbing at my tears with the back of my hand.

"You're not a cry-baby Honey,you've just had a tough day is all," he replied,pressing a kiss to my forehead. I sat there for a minute forgetting the pain,just resting my head against his chest, letting him hold me. He was the one person in the world, who could always make things better.

"Alright Princess, do you think you can stand up?" he asked,taking hold of my upper arms, supporting most of my weight. I stood slowly,my entire body felt as if it was simultaneously being set on fire and hit by a truck.

We made our way inside. Slowly. Incredibly slowly, but Shawn was patient as I hobbled along beside him.

"Here, sit down here," he told me, helping me onto one of the dining room chairs.

"But what about the blood?" I pointed to the blood which was still flowing slowly from several of the wounds.

"It's okay, the chairs can be cleaned," he replied clearly unphased."I'm going to get the first aid kit, stay there," he told me.

"Not like I can go anywhere," I retorted making him laughed as he ran off in the direction of the bathroom.

He came running back less than a minute later, "I'm okay Shawn," I laughed,going to lean back in the chair, but the contact caused the grazes on my back to sting furiously. "Ah," I hissed, leaning forward again.

"Yeah, you look fine," Shawn sassed back, placing the large box of medical supplies on the ground and opening it. It was overwhelming just looking at all the different things. I had no idea how Shawn knew what he was doing, but he obviously did, because he pulled about 5 different things out, before looking up at me.

"Alright sweets,I'm going to wipe off your hands and knees first,it might sting a bit, just tell me if it gets too much and I'll stop okay?" he told, looking up at me as he pulled the wrapper off an antiseptic wipe and gently wiped it across my left knee.

"Ahh," I hissed, fresh tears coming to my eyes,my hand flying to his, stopping him from what he was doing.

"I know it hurts baby," he moved his other hand up to rest on my thigh comfortingly. "But if we don't get this all cleaned up then you risk getting an infection,who knows what sort of stuff has been on that ground, especially with Tarzan out there now,"

At the sound of his name Tarzan came running, tentatively putting one paw up on my lap.

"Aw, Tarzan,good boy, you come to look after Mummy hey, you know she's sad," he cooed,wiping my knee again. It hurt as much as the last time, but I tried to stay still and let Shawn do what he needed to.

"And I'm done," Shawn smiled five minutes later, stepping back from your hands as he gave them one last wipe.

I sighed, feeling relieved, but then I remembered he still had to deal with my side and back, and I knew that would be worse that both my hands and my knees. I'd really done a number on myself there,having landed with most of my weight in that one area.

"I think we're probably better off going to the bathroom for your side, from what I saw outside I'll need to give it a proper rinse out before I do anything with it," he spoke,causing me to groan.

"I know honey, but I promise once I've dealt with it you're all done then how about we have snuggles on the couch and other a take out?" We didn't often get to spend a truly lazy night together with both of our jobs being as crazy as they were.

Really?" I asked, smiling properly for the first time all day.

"Really," he smiled back "Work can wait till tomorrow, my poor invalid baby is more important," he pouted, causing me to laugh, as he helped me to the bathroom.

"That's my favourite sound you know," he told me as he helped me undress and get situated in the tub so he could use the detachable head to wash out the wound.

I smiled, feeling suddenly shy, even after being married for a year, and together for 4 he still had that effect on me.

He spent a few more minutes getting everything set up, towels,bandages, antiseptic wash, tweezers, before he finally turned the water on low, being careful not to get any water on the wounds he'd just dressed.

"Can you turn around for me April?" he asked, helping me to maneuver my body the way he needed it."I'm going to start washing it out now baby, there's a fair bit of dirt and crap caked in there so I'll need to give it a good rinse out. Do you wanna hold my hand?" he offered, extending the hand he wasn't using which I took immediately. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded squeezing my eyes shut in anticipation.

As soon as the water hit it, my whole side felt like it was on fire, the tears that I had managed to hold at bay until now, flowing freely. "I know Princess," he soothed, "One more minute okay," I nodded, opening my eyes, watching as he skillfully flushed the wound. "Can you arch your back for me a bit?" he asked stopping the water momentarily. I did what he asked, leaning over, seeing for the first time just how much blood was coming from me. The bathtub had streams of red water that just seemed to keep coming.

"Shawn," I squeeked, the blood.

"It's okay, Honey,I promise you it looks way worse than it actually is," he tried to console me continuing to work on my wound. I sat there, like I had outside trying not to focus on it, but I could feel the familiar twist of my stomach as he nausea set in,waves of dizziness washing over me like the water.

"Shawn, I-Im going to be sick," I gasped, holding my bandaged hand over my mouth. He was quick to act, switching off the water immediately, and reaching for the trash can that sat next to the toilet, holding it under my chin.

"Deep breaths, April," he spoke softly,pushing some of the hair that had fallen into my eyes out the way.

"You must think I'm such a whimp," I groaned, head still over the bin as I tried and failed to take steady breaths.

"Not at all," he promised, "You're just not good with blood, lots of people are like that, hey, at least you haven't fainted," he laughed trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"I feel like I'm going to," I whispered.

"It's okay, just breathe, that's it, nice long breathes," he coached still holding the bin patiently.

Finally after five minutes of sitting like that, the feeling started to lessen and I was able to sit up again. I must have looked like a complete mess, because the look of pity on Shawn's face was ridiculous.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he placed the bin down beside him and took my hand.

I nodded still not entirely trusting myself.

"Ready to get out and I'll fix the rest up out on the couch?" he asked offering me his hand again.

I nodded again,allowing him help me out of the bath and wrap a towel around my body.

We made our way back to the loving room slowly where he deposited me onto the couch, before running back to get the things he needed from the bathroom.

"How bad is it?" I asked, as he sat down beside me.

"I've seen better I've seen worse, it's not as bad as it probably feels though," he added in sympathy.

"What do you need to do?" I asked, turning to look at him. He frowned, obviously weighing up whether to tell me or of it was better to keep me in the dark.

"I need to get this gravel outta the wound before I dress it," he answered carefully. "Why don't you turn the T.V. on while I work?" he suggested quickly when he saw my face fall. He grabbed the remote off the table and handed it to me.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked when the screen came on.

"Whatever you wanna watch babe, I'll be focussed on this."

I nodded,turning on Once Upon A Time, immediately being pulled into the fantasy. The story helping to distract me. He kept a hand on my good shoulder the whole time he worked, occasionally squeezing it when I let out a whimper at a particularly sore spot.

"All done," he announced as he stuck the adhesive strip down half an hour later.

"Really?" I asked, turning to see he was indeed done, already in the process of picking up all the trash, going to dispose of it safely in the bin.

When he came back he had a glass of water, a bottle of Tylenol and an ice-pack in his hands.

"Here babe, take these,it should help with some of the pain," he spoke, coming around the couch to hand them to me, before sitting down next to me.

"What's the ice-pack for?"

"For your back, it'll help to stop the bruising," he lifted me onto his lap confusing me slightly.

"Won't you be cold?" I questioned as he placed the ice-pack between my back and his chest, pulling me back

"I could never be cold with you around baby," he murmured kissing my head, leaning back into the sofa.

"Thank you for looking after me," I spoke after a few minutes of comfortable quiet in which we were both focussed on the television.

"Of course baby," he replied, running a hand gently through my scalp. "I'll always protect the people I love."

[mintseesaw]

Written in the Stars | one

Pairing: taehyung x reader

Genre: fluff, angst, dad!au

Word count: 6k

Warning: none

Description: read here (link in bio)

“I know, Mom. I’m about to leave.” You're on the phone with your mom, she’s reminding you about your trip to your hometown, your eyes skimming through the things you’re going to bring, making sure that nothing is forgotten.

You zipped the travel bag open, checking specifically the treats you bought yesterday in the nearby convenience store for your nephews. Joo Woon and Seo Joon are in a sugar diet but it doesn’t hurt if you spoil them once in a while.

“Okay, dear. Give us a call once you arrived at the station, I’ll ask your brother to pick you up.”

Your movements halted for a second at the mention of your brother.

“He’s home?” Since he got into uni, you rarely get the chance to see your little brother. You couldn't even admit that you miss that little punk who used to call you every time he asks you for a favor--more like when he needs money for his luxuries.

“Oh, he is. I threaten to cut his allowance off if he does not go home this weekend.”

Your eyes rolled at your mother’s remark. Indeed, she always has her ways in everything, including your trip to Daegu today.

“Mom, let him be. At least, he’s studying well. Anyways, don’t worry about me, I’ll just ride a bus or something.” You zipped it shut then hooked it on your shoulder as you sauntered your way out of the bedroom towards the sofa in the living room.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. You know my brother, mom. Yeonjun will only ask me a favor in exchange of driving me home.”

She chuckled and you can just picture her shaking her head. “Alright. Take care, dear.” Your thumb pressed the end call button then slipped the device inside your pocket.

You didnt fill your hand carry full as you don’t need a lot of clothes to change into. Also, you have remaining clothes kept somewhere in your drawers back at your parents’ house so you don’t necessarily need much.

Today’s your first Saturday to spend it back at home, first of the many coming weekends. You’re not a morning person, and if it werent for your agreement with your mom, you would have still been sleeping at this point.

The car ride to the train station was short giving you an ample of time left for you to catch the closest trip to your hometown. And as you saunter your way inside, you’re not expecting anything less than a crowd swarming within the pavement.

In no time, you have made your way to a ticket booth, purchased a ticket and settled in your seat indicated in the ticket receipt. Among the two pairs of seat facing each other, the one to your right and the pair across yours have yet to be occupied. And as you wait for the clock to strike at the time the train will leave, your eyes scan the confined space, eyeing the passengers who have also settled in like yourself before they unexpectedly land on a pair of a tall, young man and a little girl whom you assumed his daughter.

Although they have yet to reach near where you are, you could still make out the displeased expression of the man. The little girl, on the other hand, is half-sprinting ahead of him and you concluded that the action stirred the reaction present on the young man’s face. He tried to garner her attention by calling her name which you had failed to hear through the collective sound of chattering passengers. Instead of making her turn around to face him, he gains some of the passengers’ attention, heads glancing in their direction to which he bowed his head apologetically for creating an unnecessary noise. For you, it wasn’t the noise that made them turn their heads at him, it was probably his voice.

Wasting no time, in three long strides, he was able to reach for her tiny hand, taking it securely in his large one, making sure the little girl will no longer run naughtily. Once she snapped her head up and had a glimpse of his face, it’s as if she already knew she did something unpleasant. Her face fell, letting her father take her wherever their seats are without a protest. You were half-expecting for them to pass by your seat so when the same man halted his steps next to the seats across from yours, you slightly straightened your back, gathering they must be occupying of the seats across yours.

His nearness allowed you to examine him clearly and the first thing your scrutinizing eyes have landed on is his hair. It was not short, but not too long to be able to tie it up in a bun. Your eyes then traveled down his deep set of brown eyes to his pointed nose, to his pink, supple lips— you abruptly jerk your head away when you realize you’ve been staring far too long to be considered rude. You silently hoped he didnt notice that, lowering your head in utter embarassment. That‘s how you noticed your phone clutched securely in your palm.

You opened it and directed your gaze at the device, mindlessly scrolling through a social media app you just tapped, shaking away the urge to peer at the two figures in front of you.

After they had settled down, and made sure his daughter is comfortable enough, the handsome man crouched down to his daughter's eye level. Talking to her in a low voice so no one could hear it. The proximity between your seats and the wavering commotion allowed you to hear it, whether you want to or not.

"Do you promise not to do it again?" Asked in a low but deep whisper.

You heard his voice earlier, but now that you can hear it clearly and this close, it surprised you how his voice seemed deeper than you expect it to be. Not only his physical features made him a head turner, but his voice could as well. You know for sure.

The kid avoided his gaze then said, "Daddy, I want to eat." She was completely ignoring his father’s warning. And she was trying to get away with it.

"We just ate before we got here, didn’t we angel?" His forehead creased in doubt of his daughter’s claim. She was silent, blinking innocently.

"We didnt bring food though. Can my baby wait until we reach granny's house?" He softly coaxed, praying she would understand that there’s no way they would get anything to eat inside the train. He then clips some of her hair behind the shell of her ear, consoling her to her little dilemma.

"But Daddy, I'm hungry." Whines the little girl, although her pronounciation is clear and her verb communication skills are noticeably developed enough to voice out her thoughts straight into a clear message rather than saying it in chunks of phrases. Maybe she’s above the age of three.

"Didn't we just eat, angel? You're hungry again?"

She nodded vigorously, as if to prove a point. He looked helpless for a second.

It was during that moment when the train moved.

His features fell into a worry one. His goal to scold his daughter, long forgotten and washed away with concern. "Are you sure?" You heard his daughter whines again. You couldnt watch the scene continue to unfold anymore. And before you even register what you’re doing, you’re already interrupting their conversation.

"Uh— excuse me," the moment you spoke, it was an instant reaction of him to snap his head towards you. His daughter quietly peered at you. He straightened his back as he waits for you to continue talking, “Im sorry, I didn't mean to listen to your conversation. I heard... uhm your daughter... I have treats here, I'm not sure if you allow her to eat sweets—" he cuts you off politely. Your cheeks heating up when he didn't let you finish.

"No, it's fine Miss..." he trailed and look at you expectantly, waiting for you to tell your name.

"YN,"

You’re embarrassed for what you did that your mind is tricking you when you saw his eyes glinted by the mention of your name.

"... Miss YN, I mean, you didn't have to." He offered a smile and you’re not sure if it’s in response to your offer or a consolation to your flushed face.

"I was just considering that the journey will take more than 2 hours. And we just left Seoul..."

You waited as his eyebrows meet, pondering over the situation. It wouldnt upset you if he wouldnt accept it, since you’re a stranger and if youre in his shoes, it would be reasonable enough to second doubt a stranger’s intention.

He heaves a long sigh, raking his eyes to his daughter’s figure. If it weren’t for his daughter, he’d be too shy to accept anything from anyone.

"Okay, but please let me replace it once we get there."

You shook your head, “It's alright. I can just buy another."

"For your kids?"

Your mind momentarily went blank, suddenly losing the ability to process and comprehend a question.

"What?"

"The sweets."

Then it clicks in your mind. “Oh!" You chuckled, then briefly corrected his query, "...nephews."

This time around, it is his turn to blush. The faint crimson tinting his cheeks made him no less than the attractive man that he is. He looks dashing, regardless.

"Right, I'm sorry for assuming. I shouldn't have asked in the first place."

You didnt speak, but offered him a polite smile in reply. Your hand went to the small travel bag which you placed to the empty seat beside yours, lightly rummaging through the contents inside well aware that you’re under the scrutiny of two sets of eyes, watching your every movement in pure curiosity.. It shouldnt take you long to find it since you put them on top of the clothes. The familiar touch of the plastic wrapper made its way to your palm and you pull one out, and hand it over to the little girl.

His daughter, whom you heard her father called her Jae hya, looked at him as if to get a consent before accepting the treat from your hand.

He nodded and mouthed a ‘Thank you’ towards your direction before glancing back at her daughter, ‘What will you say to Miss YN, angel?”

Blinking a few times, she answered shyly in her cute adorable voice, “Thank you, Miss YN.”

“Just YN please,” you softly said then laughed a little before continuing, “and you’re welcome.”

Silence filled the air after the small interaction, to which you used the opportunity to divert your attention back to your phone.

The only time you dared to look up at him again is when he introduced himself out of nowhere.

"Taehyung,"

Your eyes instinctively flicked up at the sound of his deep and thick voice and met his intense gaze. His hand held out across the rectangular platform which created a little distance between your seats. Your eyes travelled from his eyes to his palm pushed forward in front of you, you stared at it for a second admiring how impressively large it is compared to yours before accepting the handshake. The warmth of his hand felt contrastingly good to the cold temperature inside the train. But then the moment ended shortly as you took your hand back quickly, startled by the sudden faint cold enveloping in your spine as his long and slender fingers made contact to your slim ones.

Sensing your awkwardness in the situation he cleared his throat as if to ease the strange tension between you, pulling himself back to his seat. Your head tilted on your left where the clear window allowed you to watch the blurry view outside. There’s nothing entertaining or astonishing in the view that can prolong your attention there, but you could just pretend to be immersed with it if it’s the only way to escape the chance of getting an an eye contact with him.

He was not intimidating at all. In fact, he’s polite and seems like a good father. The smile on his face while you were conversing with him is surprisingly sincere. But the rational in you tries to disregard the certain pull that’s accentuating in him.

Why would he waste his time to you? You’re someone he personally does not know of as well as he is for you.

But...is it wrong to appreciate his perfect exterior features? After all, he’s just not simply beautiful. The word alone would not give justice to describe him. He can be likened to an ethereal creature whom god generously gifted too much of all the good physical attributes that one human can have.

And when he stared at you—the intensity that his eyes hold when he sets them on you, it was too much to just let him rest them on you while your insides are melting. You try to shake away the emerging attraction.

Isnt it too soon for that?

He’s just a stranger— a passenger travelling from Seoul to Dongdaegu station which also happens to be where you’re boarded into, and whom his seat is across yours. That’s just it. You’ll never see him again. The thought becomes your internal mantra the whole journey in order to dissipate the agitated feeling inside you that one could mistakenly concluded as a look of indifference while you motionlessly peer at the window.

Two hours and more had passed and the train stopped to your destination. During the whole ride, you were not even spared a single wink of sleep from the mere presence in front of you. His eyes are shut when you stood up and walk towards one of the exit doors, unsure if he spared you a glance during the rest of the journey. It shouldn’t matter anymore because you wouldn't see him again. And the embarrassing act which hinted your little act of eavesdropping to their personal conversation should be buried deep in your memory lane where you can’t remember it forever.

“YN!” Your mom exclaimed happily when she opens the front door, greeting you with a warm hug.

It was more than four weeks ago when she paid you a visit in your place in Seoul and it was the last you’ve seen of her until today. You hugged her back.

“Come, let’s eat. Table’s ready for breakfast...”

Your eyes skimmed the vicinity of the before asking, “Where’s Yeonjun?”

Just as your mother heard you and is about to speak to reveal where your brother is, Yeonjun timingly appeared from the doorway of the kitchen. He was munching something you’re not sure what of. Not to mention, his mouth is full. When you say full, his cheeks are swelling and his lips are barely closing from the contents filling exaggeratingly inside his mouth. When your mother’s eyes landed on his form, he flinches. The mere sight of her giving you and him an indication of what is to come.

“Yeonjun!” He earns a smack in his arm from your mother, “I told you to wait up!” She gritted.

Yeonjun immediately went behind your back, knowing he’ll be spared the scolding if he has someone protecting him from your mother’s wrath and someone as a human shield from another impending spank.

He complains, “I’m starving, Mom. I didnt have dinner last night.” You chuckled, not at his reason but from the manner he delivered it, they way a three year-old kid would reason out if they get caught red handed eating sweets when they’re not allowed to. Going to college didn't change him one bit. He’s still the immature younger brother that you know.

Such a baby.

“Who isnt? Your father is as hungry as you are!”

He didnt reply but you could hear him mockingly imitate her in a low voice so she couldn’t hear. It made you snorted further. Your mother eyed you briefly, her eyebrow shot up in question. She threw a harmless warning at him before proceeding back to the kitchen.

“You rascal,” you poked, ruffling his hair at the same.

“Stop that, Noona, I just fixed my hair.” He whines, swatting your hand away from his hair.

“Oooh, my baby brother’s growing up. When did you learn to clean up?” You teased further. He rolled his eyes in response.

“Stop calling me that. I’m not a baby...look I’m even taller than you.” he retorted back, a side smirk appearing on his face, mocking your obvious insufficiency in the height department.

You playfully rub his cheek as if to literally wipe off the smirk on his face. He reacted impulsively, grabbing your hand away from his face.

“Noona… stop!” he grumbled. His efforts seemed to be wasted as he firmly locked both of your hands in his fist but he was kept pestered on as you kicked his thighs in return, trying to get away from his hold.

You were enjoying the look of complete irritation in his face like he’s ready to throw you off the window at any second in any chance that he gets.

“YN noona!” he frustratingly exclaimed while struggling to keep hold of you. “Why are you being annoying? You literally just got here.”

“Carry me to the dining table.” You softly demanded, as if you’re not locked up from his hands. Despite his strength and towering height, he’s scared enough to use it to his advantage against you and a sly grin making its way on your face knowing that he’ll eventually obey you.

His face scrunched up, trying to mock your command. “What are you, 5?”

“Piggy back ride, then I’ll leave you be.”

He dramatically lets out a sigh before he follows to your bidding, “Fine.”

Your parents both send you a weird look when Yeonjun entered in the dining room with you on his back. After he puts you down, and after you briefly greet your dad and flop down on an empty chair beside your brother’s, the four of you finally started eating, anything but a silent breakfast. It’s always like that, especially when your brother is present. He also has his way of annoying you as much as you have to him and if not for your mother chiding in between your bickering, you wouldn’t try to shut up as well as your brother.

As the short duration of the meal ends, your father ordered your brother to do the chore of washing the dishes. Being a baby that he is, he whined helplessly as if it can change your father’s order.

Your sister and the twins arrived shortly after breakfast. Your temporary job or as your sister calls it your duty as an aunt starts right away, babysitting them as they play in the confines of the living room. Toy cars, animal figurines and pieces of legos were left scattered all over the floor and you helplessly sat on the floor while looking out for your nephews to make sure they won’t hurt themselves. At this point, you find the chance to talk to Chae through the phone, while your eyes never leaving the two handful human beings wherever they waddled to. When she came to know you’re currently at your parents’ house, she immediately gossiped the information in the groupchat you share with your old friends whom you met in high school.

“How’s the city girl doing?” It was Chae right when you reached the table where you found her sitting in inside the famous Samgyeopsal place in the town. It was about twenty minute drive from your parents’ house. She arrived to the diner before you and Hoseok did and obviously selected a table while waiting for everyone to show up.

You were greeted with smoke and pleasantly tolerable chattering coming from the customers as you and Hoseok went inside. Hoseok took the chair which is literally across the grilling area of the table.

“Just fine.” You casually shrug your shoulders, asking you as if you two haven’t been talking on the phone for at least half an hour.

Chae craned her neck trying to peer behind your back, probably looking for the others. Hoseok gave you a ride so you only came with him.

“Where’s Yoongi and Irene? I swear to God those two are always competing for the last one to show up.”

“I called Irene to say I’m gonna pick her up along with YN, but she mentioned baby Leo is sick so she couldn’t make it.” He told you that earlier in the car on the way here. He continued talking when no one else has yet to throw a remark, “Yoongi-hyung… well you know him, he’s probably just late.” Chae curtly nodded in acknowledgement.

“Chae told me your auto repair business is expanding, Hobi.” You began, and in a way, to talk about something far more important. If Chae didn’t share the information, you probably wouldn’t have known. Among the group, you’re always the last one to know what’s going on with your friends’ lives, not only that you’re the only one who left the town to work, you also rarely get the time to communicate with them.

“Oh, yeah. It’s going great, the number of customers is growing so there’s also a demand to expand the area. But you guys know it’s not solely mine. I have a business partner.”

“Are you talking about that beautiful, young man in your office when I came to your shop? You didnt even introduce us!” Chae accusingly asserted.

A familiar lady, who you recognized as the owner of the diner, appeared on your table. Fresh slices of pork belly in a plate and side dishes in the tray being balanced in a single hand as she placed them one by one on the table. Another helper came, serving the rest of the dishes Chae first handedly ordered. Hoseok attentively took the plate filled with meat and started grilling them.

His eyes narrowing at her remark. “Shut up, Chae. He just recently got divorced.”

“The more reason you need to introduce me to him. You know, he might be looking for someone to forget his wife.”

You throw a potato marble in her direction using your chopsticks. It was too late when she tried to cover her face with her hands as it landed on her shoulder. You heard Hoseok roared into fits of laughter. She winces even though it was faintly thrown, thus, she’s only being dramatic. “What? I’m desperate. Perhaps, your brother—” she ducked and screeched when she saw you raised your chopsticks, anticipating the impact of another potato marble.

“He’s 19.” You grated casually knowing that she’s being in her satirical self.

“So? He’s attractive.”

“So is Ji Soo. Better option since he’s around our age.” You teased, your smirk growing as a distaste look replaces her bright and playful aura. Hoseok yet again fell into a series of laughter in pure amusement which made you laugh in return. He’s the only person who can make you laugh through the sound of his laughter alone.

“Why don’t you give the poor guy a chance? He’s been pursuing since forever.”

“No, thanks. I’d rather be single.” She scornfully expressed while spontaneously filling her mouth anything that her chopsticks can reach to divert her attention, mostly kimchi and anchovies.

“He’s not that bad, seems like a nice guy to me and probably better than your ex-fling.”

“Yeah, he once stopped by the shop. He’s nice.” Hoseok seconded your comment to her dismay. Her face scrunched up in disgust.

“Why is the topic suddenly shifted to that guy? I can’t stand him, okay?”

Before you can bite back a reply, Yoongi suddenly appeared, coolly sitting up beside Hoseok.

With a simper, Chae retorted at the swift appearance of the honey-haired man, “Look who decided to finally show up.”

As usual, he doesn’t seem one bit embarrassed from being almost half an hour late. He gave a brief nod in your direction, acknowledging your presence before taking a pair of chopsticks and took a bite from Hoseok’s ramen.

“I couldn’t leave until Yoo-Ri sleeps.” He states in an indifferent manner, even though no one was questioning his late arrival. Maybe you all just got used to it.

“Aww,” Chae’s hand flew on her chest, clutching it, a gesture of mock admiration to which Yoongi responded by rolling his eyes. “Such a sweet father.”

He ignored her jest, then spoke in between chews of food in his mouth, “So, what’s up?”

“YN, wants to treat us. That’s what.” Chae proudly announces which you send her a dumbfounded look, not expecting her comment.

“I didn’t say that.”

“She’ll pay the bill anyway,”

“I’m sure city girl will,” Yoongi snickered. The pet name came from him. As you’re the only one who went away from the town for better opportunities of your career. All of you separately went to uni outside Daegu. But the rest of them, unlike you, came back here. Yoongi married a year ago and chose to settle down here, as well as Irene who got married right after college. Hoseok started a business related to his degree and Chae works in one of the district hospitals here as a nurse.

In between chitchats of you and Chae, and Yoongi and Hoseok, your sudden visit in Daegu became the main topic of conversation when Yoongi asked out of nowhere, “Are you planning to stay here for good?”

You shook your head, “Plain visit. My mom wants me babysit the kids every weekends.”

“You’re going back to Seoul?” Yoongi interrogated further.

Uncertain of where the conversation is going, you tell him, “My work is in Seoul...”

“But where do you wanna live permanently?” It was Hoseok, this time. Now their attention is solely aimed at you, peering as they curiously wait for you to answer.

“I don’t know…”

“Life is much better here.” Yoongi acknowledges. Of course, he’ll say that. For one, he wouldn’t decide to live here if he thinks otherwise.

“Are you guys convincing me to live back here?”

She shrugged of her shoulders. “Maybe?” You didn’t respond to that, mostly because you’re confused why the casual conversation turned serious and seemingly fishy in your perspective. Are they teaming up now? For what?

“I mean, there’s like a tiny chance of running into...him if you’re here.” She further supplied.

Your eyes remained at Chae processing her words, although you’re certain the two guys are observing your reaction by the mention of your ex, an indicator rather. They must have thought you’re still not okay. You admit you’re not entirely healed up. But it doesn’t mean you’re hopelessly waiting for him to come back. You’re done with him. Nothing will ever make you change your mind, even so much as him literally begging the place he once have in your life, though you’re certain he wouldn’t.

The pain caused by the remnants of your wounds is what’s making you emotionally reserved these past few weeks. You’re broken and you’ve learned to cope up with it. You’re still broken because the past keeps haunting you for it was hard to erase years of your life that you had spent with him. 8 years to be exact. But it was just that. It’s not because you haven’t moved on. In fact, you don’t love him anymore. The pain that he caused is the only thing that reminds you of him now.

“Even if I do, I can manage. It’s not like I’m avoiding him, anyway.”

Yoongi decided to interfere as the atmosphere abruptly changes, “Let’s just drink.” He then called the attention of the lady owner, ordering bottles of soju.

The night ended pretty much later than you have expected. Hoseok’s low alcohol tolerance already made him wasted after half of the shots Yoongi have had, as well as Chae. Unlike him, Yoongi looks fine except for his flushed cheeks and neck. Not even a flicker of drunkenness can be identified in him. The current situation led him to volunteer himself to drive Hoseok’s car since all of you didn’t bring any car except for the owner himself who’s barely holding up and almosr crawling his way back to where his car is parked.

Both Hoseok and Chae have literally passed out right after you and Yoongi brought them to the backseat. It was quiet on the ride home. And you’re not complaining about it.

This day went a little productive than you anticipated it to be. The hangout was unplanned and a spur of the moment decision while you were talking to Chae through the phone. You mindlessly brought up the desire to go out to Chae, not really thinking the others would take it seriously if you ever ask them through the groupchat. The next thing you know, Chae have set up the the time and place where everyone will meet up to have a little drink and Hoseok calling you up to tell you he’d pick you up on the way.

In the midst of the silence inside the car, an image of the man earlier in the train flashed into your mind, to your dismay.

He’s just no one.

Yoongi decided to break the comforting silence. “You’ll be back next Saturday?” He rolled down the window and lit up a cigarette which you’re not aware where he got it from. Inside his pocket? You guessed.

“Yeah.”

“To babysit?” He chuckled, resting his elbow against the driver’s side’s door, the stick in between his forefinger and middle finger poking outside the window as he puffs out a smoke through his mouth. His other hand permanently glued on the steering wheel.

“Something like that…”

His efforts to casually converse with you was short lived as he noticed through his peripheral vision how all the events that occured today are gradually taking its toll on you. So he just continued to drive without opening up another conversation.

He only spoke later on when he stopped in front of your parents’ house, right after you slid off the car, and is about to close the passenger’s door.

“Give me a call if you wanna set up a little playdate with the kids and Yoo-Ri. I’m sure my wife wouldn’t mind it.” A smile made its way on your face, nodding at his offer. The twins will be ecstatic to meet another playmate.

“Sure. Drive safely, yeah?”

He gave you a curt nod then rolled the window up in the passenger’s side and drove away.

That night was the last you saw them yet. Days flew by in a blur unlike the past weeks and months which felt longer than this week that had quickly passed. You hate to admit that the weekend you spent with your family and with your old friends did a wonderful refreshment to you. You’d rather not tell your mom that she’s right, yet again. That her idea made a great effect on you.

When Monday came, you’re already anticipating another weekend to spend to in Daegu. And now that it’s already Saturday, you couldn’t wait to see them again today. You’re not sure who exactly you're excited to see of. Perhaps, being around the presence of people you trust without reservation puts you in peace. Being away with your loved ones and faced with strangers, colleagues, gravely contributes to your pent up frustration of doubting everyone’s sincerity towards you. After what happened.

All you’ve been chasing throughout these years is a decent life somewhere with someone you love thinking it’s the simplest form of happiness. After he broke off the engagement, the man whom you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with and the future you created with him all vanished into the thin air. When he officially left your shared apartment, you thought it was also the end for you. Not knowing how you’d recover from the severe damage he inflicted. That the rest of your life will be spent full of pretense happiness, with pure indifference and hatred to the world.

Now that you’ve realized what you’ve become after he left, it’s a good thing for you that he’s already out of your life. Because loathing the world instead of directing it towards him says how badly infatuated you are to him. To the point of blaming everyone for your heartbreak instead of aiming your fury to the person who have caused it. This would be the last time you’ll think of him. Even a flicker of his name, or a tinge of his image in your mind. You wont think of him, unless an external force coerces you to.

It was the last thing you remembered before falling asleep in the comforts of your seat.

He couldn’t help but stare mesmerizingly and in full awe. His lips parted, eyes twinkling from admiration, barely blinking, as if afraid to let his sight falter to such view in front of him. An angel. It was as if luck is on his side. She was already asleep when he arrived at his seat not too far away from her. But taken aback when he saw her, sleeping. Noticing the vacancy of the seats across her, he risked occupying them with his daughter sleeping on his arms as he settled in front of the woman who has filled his thoughts since that day. Indeed, luck is in his favor because nobody has claimed the seats.

Now, he’s not only sitting across her, the closest he could get, he can also stare at her sleeping form and could do it longer without making her uncomfortable like the last time. Hair getting in the way of her face as her head swayed to the said and he wants so much as push it aside to see her face more clearly. She looks like a beautiful angel, one that was sent to rescue them last Saturday and one who is responsible for making his heart flutter involuntarily.

When she offered the sweets for his daughter, it was an instant thought that she may have kids on her own although he shouldnt have voiced it out. Because she looks mature enough to be one, in a good way. Taehyung witnessed his friends bloom in their motherhood stage. It was that kind of maturity that he sees in her.

His eyes instinctively searched for her hand, for her ring finger that may hold him back. His heart does an overwhelming tug when he saw your finger unoccupied by a wedding band. Perhaps, a boyfriend? The same thought trailed in his mind as he noticed her stirring from her slumber. He moves his eyes towards his little princess, sleeping soundly beside him. And when he moves it back in front where the beautiful angel is sitting, his eyes widens.

She’s awake. And her reaction completely mimics his. Surprise evidently written on her face. For what reason?

You’re dreaming, aren’t you? Your mind must be creating an illusion at the place where you first laid eyes on him. You were thinking of him too much than you care to admit for letting him wander in your mind alone is unnecessary. You literally just broke up with you fiancée some months ago. You’re not supposed to relevantly consider the idea of him, someone you’re probably attracted with like a teenager that you’re not.

Your eyes fluttered, expecting to see nothing but the cushioned chair in front of you as you open them again.

Your breath hitched when your eyes landed on him yet again. He was looking at you with the same intensity like the last time. The same one which made you strangely uncomfortable.

He’s really here?

Your eyes traveled beside his seat. It is taken as well. By the sleeping figure of Jae hya. Have your mind gone wild making an image not only him in it but including his daughter...which likened the scene last Saturday? This time though, he is wearing a different button up shirt, larger than his body size but strangely suits him well. If this image in front of you is real, isn’t it weird to be seated across with a man and his daughter twice in a row?

Your heart achingly tugs against your chest when a smile slowly surfaces on his face while he locks his eyes on you.

The longer you stare back at him, completely immobile from your seat, the harder it gets to believe a part of you which convinces you this is not true.

The same man who has kept your mind unwarrantedly occupied is here? Same train in a same day. What is the probability of seeing him again? There’s only a tiny bit chance. Coincidence? Possibly… or perhaps, fate?

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[the-blind-assassin-12]

Sun-Kissed

A/N: the first of 19 smooch requests, and what better way to start than with sweet angel Ryan Brenner? This is connected to the story SPF found under the drabbles on my master list. So if you haven’t read that one maybe you want to?

Word Count: 1,632

Prompt: from @its-my-little-dumpster-fire

“When was the last time you got to see them all?” You asked, looking out your window as the scrubby bushes got thinner and thinner, the ground beneath them growing increasingly sandy.

Ryan caught you nervously picking at the cuticle of your left thumb out of the corner of his eye, something you hadn’t done in quite a while. She’s nervous. He took one hand off the steering wheel and slid it across the console of the rental car to cover your hand, stilling your nervous habit. He gave a light squeeze and wrapped his fingers around your hand until the tips could feel the sweaty cup of your palm. You still hadn’t looked over at him, but he felt you relax under his touch and it brought one of his cheeks up into his eye. She’s got nothin’ to be nervous about. They’re gonna love her like I do.

You’d been quiet that morning after the two of you had finally untangled yourselves from the thin white sheets. It had been a few weeks since you’d slept in a bed, a few weeks since you’d had a locking door, and you’d made good use of both. Ryan woke first, breathing quietly and softly so he wouldn’t wake you as you rested against his bare chest. Neither of you had remembered to turn the A.C. on before falling into bed and each other, and the room was warm, your close proximity making him even warmer. But it was nothing new, waking up wearing each other’s sweat, so he didn’t let it bother him, simply watching as your eyelashes fluttered in protest of the thin beams of morning sun slipping beneath the pulled shade. As he felt your cheek press deeper into his flesh, he smiled sleepily, bringing the arm that was draped around your torso up to trace the branch of delicate pink flowers inked there. You squirmed a little more, hooking your leg to pull his closer as he brought his hand up to your knotted, damp hair. Wakin’ up with her is the best part of wakin’ up.

“Mornin’, Bug,” he mumbled before turning his face to meet your forehead with his lips and the scruff covering his chin. “C’mon, gotta get movin’.” He’d pulled you out of the bed and into the shower, turning the faucet to make it cool, kissing your shoulders and your neck once the soap had been rinsed off.

You’d made two cups of coffee to go in the small plug in pot on the motel dresser, wordlessly handing him one with a quiet smile. He’d licked the drip from the cup’s lid before thanking you, throwing an arm around your shoulders, bare in the oversized tee you’d thrown on over your bathing suit, and grabbing the keys, headed outside locking up behind you. He hadn’t thought much about your silence, knowing by now that you needed your coffee before you opened your mouth. But now, almost an hour later and only a few minutes from the beach parking lot, he knew that it had nothing to do with a lack of caffeine. “Hey,” he pulled your hand over to his own lap and you turned as he did. “Why’re you nervous?”

You blew air out of your mouth and the way it made your hair float around your face only made you look more beautiful to him. “Because they’re the only family you talk about, Ryan. I know how important they all are to you and...I just…” you shrugged, trailing off.

“Well,” he pulled your hand up in his to tuck your hair back as he turned off the main road and down a gravely path, the car rocking over the uneven ground. “It’s been about six years since I saw all of ‘em. Jimmy was travelin’ and Taylor was with her husband’s family last time I came home,” he explained, answering your original question. “But you got nothin’ to worry about, okay Junebug? They’re real excited to meet you.” He laughed as he pulled into a spot between a well used truck covered in bumper stickers- Tommy’s, and a green Jeep that belonged to Fitz. “They’re probably gonna tell you lots of embarrassing stories from when we were kids, so if anythin’ I should be nervous, not you.” You smiled then, a real one, teeth and all, and he knew that you were still a little worried about meeting the gaggle of cousins, but that he’d made you feel better.

“Okay,” you said as he dropped your hand to pull the keys from the ignition. “Let’s do it.”

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Ryan was right about everything; his cousins had nearly tackled you to into the dunes in a series of hugs, surrounding you with smiles that all looked vaguely like the one belonging to the man that you loved. You’d laughed hysterically when Patrick tossed you a bottle of sunscreen, telling you to apply generously so you didn’t end up radish red like Ryan and Taylor had when the group was young and drunk and naive about sun safety, Ryan’s cheeks reddening with the memory as he shot you a look that said “See? Told ya.”

Zach wanted to know about living in Colorado as he was trying to decide between the Centennial State or somewhere on the West Coast for his next big move. You had learned from Ryan that Zach liked to spend a year or so in different places, but always landed back in Georgia for a few months in between.

Sprawled on the blankets that Taylor had set up, you leaned against Ryan’s shoulder, his arm around you as Jimmy expressed that he wanted the three of you to play together back at Ma’s after the beach, telling you that he had a keyboard that you could use.

Taylor abruptly pulled you by the hand from Ryan’s grasp, recruiting you to play volleyball with Fitz and Tommy in a battle of the sexes while Ryan, Zach and Patrick watched each with a beer in their hands. You’d earned even more points with the cousins when you dove to make a save, coming up covered in sand but grinning ear to ear at the hoots and hollers and the disappointed look on Fitz’s face at having his spike foiled.

“You know,” Patrick had told you once you’d traded out with Ryan to take a break from the game. “You’re the first girl Ryan’s really brought home.” You looked at the freckled face next to you, half hidden by a mop of brown hair similar to but slightly lighter than Ryan’s, and felt your lips drop open. “An’ I can tell he really...I can tell he loves you. You make ‘im happy. I’m real glad y’all found each other, an’ I’m real glad you could make the trip down here. I know it means a lot to Ryan that you’re here.”

You’d thanked him and clinked the neck of your beer against his before finishing it and heading down to the water where Ryan was wading in up to his waist. Can’t believe I was nervous. They’re all so… they’re great. This is him, this is his home. And they’re part of it.

Taylor and Zach were headed back up to the blanket, Taylor high fiving you again for your magnificent volleyball performance, but your eyes were locked on Ryan as he dunked under a crashing wave, emerging again and pushing his wet hair back. You didn’t waste time getting acclimated to the water, simply diving in to cool off, swimming over to where Ryan was, and circling your arms around him.

“Hey, you,” he said, strong arms replicating your action to hold you close as the salty water rolled against your bodies. “You havin’ fun?” You nodded, touching your nose to his. “Told ya you had nothin’ to worry ab-oof”

You cut him off with your lips on his, pulling him as close as you could. He laughed into your mouth as he kissed you back before you felt his tongue sliding against yours, the faint flavor of salinated water and cheap beer making the kiss taste like summer. The sun beat down on your wet shoulders as his arms tightened around you and the kiss changed as you poured another level of love into it. It had been almost two years since you’d been with Ryan, and you already considered him your family. But now he’d brought you into his, and you were celebrating the fact that your family had grown right there on that beach. You felt his forehead furrow as it pressed against your own, and you smiled as you pulled away, knowing that he felt what you were thinking.

“Thanks for bringing me here, Ryan,” you whispered, pushing the hair that had been plastered to the side of his face back.

“‘Course,” he said, dropping his lips to the rounded, sunkissed top of your cheek. “Thanks for comin’ with me.”

“Patrick told me you never brought anyone back here before.”

He nodded. “That’s right. No one before you meant enough to me.” His hands were still on you though his hold had loosened, and you felt his thumb moving across the top of your bathing suit bottoms under the water. “This place and my cousins, my aunts and… and all of this,” his soft leather eyes rolled up to the sun and the sky, over the white peaked waves and the soft, hot sand. “This is my home. And so are you. So it’s only right, to me that-”

You cut him off again, celebrating the way you both had let the love between you grow so organically, and he laughed again, pulling you close as the gaggle cheered and shouted at you from the shore.

@something-tofightfor @its-my-little-dumpster-fire @suchatinyinfinity @lexxierave @agent-bossypants @thesumofmychoices @songtoyou @ymariejp @breanime

[ayanna-wild]

Remembering You

Word Count: 1911

Pairings: 10th Doctor x daughter!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

A/N: Request from someone who would like to remain anonymous, and thank you for this request!

Summary: You knew there was something missing in your life. Something just barely out of your reach, that you'd never be able to get. Not until a strange man with a strange box encourages you to open the fob watch with the odd shapes.

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You walked into your apartment shrugging off your coat as you threw your keys onto the table. You sighed as you looked around, you weren't sure why, no one was ever there but you. You didn't really have anyone, and you hadn't for as long as you could remember. Where you always so alone? You couldn't remember. You fell onto your couch placing you feet on the coffee table. The only sound you heard was the faint voices of your radio you had left on in your bedroom. Your eyes landed on the fob watch sitting on the mantle of your fireplace. There was something off about it, but you couldn't remember why or how you knew that. You stood up walking over to it and picking it up.

"I suppose I could open you, see what's going on in there."

How many times had you said that but never did it. You wanted to open it, something yelled at you to, but you never did. You just couldn't bring yourself to. The longer you stared the more you were certain something was wrong with it. You lightly ran your fingers over the strange drawings on it.

'Why have I never opened you?'

You were pulled from your thoughts by rapid knocking on your door. You jumped, nearly dropping the watch. You fumbled with it a moment before setting it back on the mantle.

"I'm coming!" You called.

You hurried to the door opening it quickly. Smiling when you saw it was your elderly neighbor.

"Mr. Michelson, good afternoon." You said.

He handed you a stack of envelopes. Grumpy as usual apparently.

"I've gotten your mail, again." He said as if blaming you for the mix up.

He turned around walking away briskly, you glared after him, throwing the letters on the table by your door.

"Nice talk." You muttered.

You walked back inside, grabbing your coat and slipping it on. You headed towards the door but stopped in the middle of the room.

'The watch, take the watch.'

A little voice said and for some reason you listened, and grabbed the fob watch. You hurried out the door, making your way towards the post office. You were distracted staring at the watch in your hands and didn't notice the man hurrying in your direction. Not until you and him collided, you stumbled back dropping the watch.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! Are you alright?" You asked.

"Just a bump, nothing to worry about...."

He cut himself off staring at you in shock and disbelief. You gave him an odd look.

"Sir, are you alright?" You asked again.

He didnt seem to hear you to focused on something that was in his hand. He had found your watch and was staring at it with interest. He picked it up off the ground and you watched him wearily.

"Where did you get this?" He asked.

"I don't know, I've had it forever." You said confused.

"What do you mean you don't know?" He asked.

You gave him an irritated look snatching your watch back.

"I mean I don't know, what do you care?"

You started to walk away again and he hurried after you.

"Have you opened it?"

"What? No."

You started walking faster, hoping to get away from the strange man. You heard him run to catch up with you.

"Y/N! Wait!"

You stopped so fast he nearly ran into you. You whirled around to face him and he stepped back.

"How do you know my name?" You demanded.

He grabbed your hand that held the watch and you frowned. For a second you thought he might answer but then he dropped your hand and smiled.

"Come on, I want to show you something!"

He started walking away and you watched him confused.

"What? I'm not going to follow you!" You called after him.

He turned to look at you, giving you a knowing smiling

"Sure you will." He smirked.

You looked after him with an incredulous expression. Did he honestly think you would follow him? You turned having every intention to continue to the post office.

'He must be mad.... although..."

You let out a frustrated sigh and ran after the strange man. You turned the corner just in time to see him disappear into an blue police box.

"What the-"

You walked around the box slowly, there was something so familiar about it, so comforting. Once you stood in front of the door you slowy grasped the handle. You pushed the door open, eyes widening when you saw what was inside. You stood frozen in the doorway, absolutely convinced you were dreaming.

"Well come on, don't just stand there!"

You couldn't help but smile, you walked in, closing the door behind you. He watched you with a smile as you walked around eyes shining with curiosity.

"Alright, just who are you? You can't be from earth, not with something this amazing" You said.

"Im the Doctor."

You raised an eyebrow and walked around the console.

"Just the Doctor?"

"Just the Doctor." He chuckled.

You nodded and leaned against the railing, you narrowed your eyes.

"Alright space boy-"

He seemed almost proud when you said that.

"Space boy? So you know I'm not human then, you are brilliant."

You ignored that and continued questioning him.

"How do you know my name?"

He walked up to you taking your watch from your coat pocket.

"Hey!"

"So this watch then, had it forever have you?"

It was an obvious change of subject. You crossed your arms suddenly on guard.

"Yeah, so?"

"Forever is an awfully long time, but you can't remember where you got it? Now that seems a bit strange doesnt it?"

You shifted nervously and watched him closely.

"What about it?"

"You've had it all this time and you've never opened it? Why's that?"

You backed away from him, suddenly feelings very overwhelmed.

"I-I don't know..."

He tossed it back to you and you quickly caught it. You heard the hushed whispers from it and the Doctor stood behind you. He saw the conflict in your eyes.

"It's calling to you, telling you to open it, isn't it? Well gone on then."

You looked at him, skeptically and turned to face him.

"Why do you want me to open it so badly?"

"Cause you've got questions you can't find the answer to and there in that watch." He said.

"In my watch? How can they be in a watch?" You asked growing frustrated.

"Y/N, I know you don't have any reason to trust me, but you need to open that watch."

You stared at him a moment and he grabbed your hands.

"I promise you, all the answers you need are in this watch."

You ran your fingers over the smooth metal and hesitated before you pressed the button. The watch opened and golden light floated out of it. You inhaled sharply as it surrounded you. You dropped the watch stumbling back as you felt lightheaded.

"Y/N, I think you should sit down."

"You... your... your my dad!"

Your vision blurred as you grabbed the railing.

"Y/N-"

"I'm not even human!"

Your heart raced and you felt your chest tightening. Flashes of memories, memories of you, memories of him. They seemed so far out of reach though, not clear.

"I'm not... I can't..."

Your head, it hurt so bad the more the memories returned. Your eyes rolled back and the Doctor quickly caught you when you collapsed. He watched you worriedly before carrying to your bedroom. He paced your room for two hours before you finally started to show signs of waking up. He ran to your side, brushing hair from your eyes.

"Y/N, wake up. Come on, open your eyes."

You heard the voice but it sounded so far away and distorted. You tried to open your eyes but you were so tired. You just wanted to sleep. Why were you sleeping?

"Y/N. Open your eyes." The voice said clearer this time.

This time your eyes flew open and you sat up with a gasp. The Doctor jumped back as you nearly headbutted him. Your eyes looked around quickly and you panicked slightly. This was your bedroom, you knew it, your bedroom on the TARDIS. You knew it was but it seemed so strange for some reason.

"It's ok Y/N, you're ok, just breath."

The Doctor grabbed your shoulders and you looked at him, almost ashamed. You knew him, knew who he was but at the same time you didnt.

"Dad?"

He looked relieved and pulled you in a hug.

"My little girl."

You pulled back and he looked concerned at you, when you suddenly grabbed your head in pain.

"My head it hurts..." You groaned.

"Let me see."

He pulled your hands away, pulling out his sonic scanning you. He frowned as he looked at it.

"Its your memories, your body is under stress, you it's trying to block out some of your memories. Might not be anything serious, hopefully."

You gave him a dry look and raised an eyebrow. You knew when said hopefully it tended to be more serious then he let on.

"Rule One, the Doctor lies beside, I feel like I'm dying and I'm pretty sure WebMD probably agrees with me." You joked flinching at the pain.

A sharp pain made you grab your head again, curling into a ball. The Doctor rubbed your back soothingly.

"I hardly think now is the time to be making jokes Y/N. Let's see what we can do about that nasty headache." He said.

You immediately flinched away from his touch and put a hand up.

"No, I'd rather you not root around in my memories. It tends to hurt when I've got a headache." You said firmly.

He raised an eyebrow and gave you a look that was very clearly saying 'I'm your father and you need to listen to me.'

"Are you pulling the dad card on me?"

"I haven't even said anything!" He protested.

"Oh I know that look you're giving me! Don't try to deny it!"

The two of you glared at each other before bursting out into laughter. However once the pain in your head returned, both yours and his laughter ceased immediately.

"You're right I was giving you that look, but you are going to let me help you right? I suppose a coma is a much better solution if not." The Doctor raised an eyebrow.

You fell silent, weighing your options. You knew he was right and nodded slowly, the Doctor placed his fingers on your temples.

"Alright, deep breath Y/N. This isn't going to be very fun. And I am so sorry."

And he was right, you screamed and you screamed and it broke his hearts. You couldn't even tell how long he was rooting around in your memories, all you knew was the immense amount of relief you felt when he finally pulled his hands away. The Doctor held your shoulders, watching you carefully.

"Y/N? How's your head? Any aches? Any pain? Any foggy memories?"

You gave him a pointed look, which silenced his rambling.

"Dad, I love you, really I do, but you need to breath between sentences." You laughed.

He relaxed, it seemed you were ok. You wrapped your arms around him smiling happily. He hugged you back tightly, like he was afraid if he let go you'd disappear.

"Really, I'm ok Dad, I'm not going anywhere." You promised.

[seulserenity]

Roommate of the year - Yoona scenario

[a/n] Prompt was :

You approached SM college with your group of friends, the 7 guys and 5 girls (including yourself) that you'd spent all of your first year at college with. You didn't draw much attention and preferred to mess about by yourselves which was quite the opposite to your supposed roommate. Some of the guys hollered behind you and your best friend merely patted your shoulder in consolation when you saw the name next to yours for dorm 47, Im Yoona.

At first you were dreading going back to the dorm halls but after 2 ice creams and one slushie you'd eventually overstayed at the small salon your best friend worked at. The manager had shooed you out claiming you were only a distraction and that you'd never get free slushies there again; the joke was on her really though because almost everywhere on campus did them. Your luggage this year was lighter thankfully as you now knew what you did need and what was a complete waste, you'd need ramen pots but you wouldn't need wine glasses for instance. Even though you'd taken out many things it still felt arduous to lug the damn thing down the carpeted hallway; dorm 47 looked like any other with its black polished door and the single lock that you now owned the key to. Crossing the threshold was easy enough and you lobbed your sliver case onto the bed on the left simply because it was closest to the bathroom, you turned around to inspect the little home and noticed that there was only one bed. To be precise the only bed was the double you had just hurled your own stuff on; normally you weren't one to be selfish and claim things first but who could blame you in this scenario. You were rooming with one of the biggest party girls on campus who was known to have some cash from side-modelling so you expected that the lack of a bed must be because she'd ordered her own in (supposedly the comfy ones they supplied weren't enough for her royal highness).

A table was reserved in the American style diner for 9:30 by your gang so you hurried on unpacking your bits and bobs, clothes and cds were hauled out of your suitcase and by 8:45 you'd unpacked it all and the dorm felt rather homely. At least on your side of the dorm it did, the other side of the dorm lay desolate but that wasn't your concern no matter how much it irked you. To distract yourself from the frankly dull view of the room that faced you you spun around on your bed to your side of the room and grabbed a CD from the rack. It's shiny cover slid onto the pink CD player that was strung on the wall, Sam Kim’s album Sun and Moon floated around in the room quietly and you picked up your controller before leaning to press the Xbox on. In the mini TV you could see the familiar start up screen and you got comfy on the faux fur rug you'd had since high school. 20 minutes in and it was time to go, your PUBG skills were rough since you'd spent all summer abroad with family but you were certain that in one semester you'd be back to your ace game like usual and able to place first before a meal. Until then you'd have to settle with 23rd place, you grabbed your purse and keys and with phone in hand you headed out into the hallway.

Once the dorm room was all secure you began to stroll down the hallway (stroll because you were always known to be late in your group so why rush?) as you crossed from the Williams building (where your dorm was) across the community park to the diner you saw a doe eyed girl pass by wearing a pink bunny costume. You recognised her, as any student here would, as Im Yoona. No doubt the rather slutty looking outfit was for a fancy dress party at a frat house, at least she probably wouldn't come home tonight so you'd get one decent night's sleep. As you passed by she turned her head to look back and for a split second you thought it was because she'd recognised you as her roomie for the year but then you saw the TA Taeyeon Kim walking at roughly the same time as you so it was probably her whom Yoona had smirked back at cheekily. Taeyeon Kim waved back to the bunny adorned girl and you saw the faint hand movement in the corner of your eye, how stupid you thought to think that Yoona would even know what her roommate looks like. You're not a known student and certainly don't stand out, not that you'd ever wanted to, frankly it was incomprehensible that your brain had even suggested she might recognise you but you figured that staring at your TV screen had messed with your brain somehow. Neon lights that signposted the diner came into view and you headed for the glass double doors Once in the diner it wasn’t difficult to locate your gang, they were the rowdy bunch that were all calling out to you “Y/N, Y/N!”. 

You slid into the disorderly booth and prepared yourself mentally for a night of childish pranks and incessant gossiping; the night carried on as you all joked with one another, you'd realised that although you’d sorely missed all the banter with your mates it did tire you out greatly. Who could blame you really since you’d driven all the way to the college from Busan where your family had a holiday home; once you arrived you had to unpack your entire room all alone since your shitty roommate couldn’t even turn up to keep you company and now you’d spent more than 2 hours in this cramped diner with your eccentric and loud friends. Walking home felt longer than the trip out and crashing in your bed had never felt so good; lights off and fan whirring you focused on calming things to lull you into slumber. Steady paces of the fan was slowly pulling you into the comfy world of duvets and pillows and weird ass dreams, your eyes were drooping and phone slipping out of hand onto the rug on the floor. Until the soft click of the door was heard, immediately you panicked as any person would if they were alone in bed and a stranger came in. This stranger was covered head to toe in a familiar bunny costume and her hair was ruffled and shoes dangling from slender fingers, the stranger stood at the door trying to use her lack of night vision to move through the dorm room. From where you lay you could see the bunny girl traipse to her side of the room and sit on the floor huffing, then she giggled slightly and held a finger to her lips as if to remind herself someone else was here. So she did know you existed or at least that she would co-exist with you and you warmed up slightly to her, especially her childlike actions when she first set foot in the dorm this evening had altered some of the judgement you’d made prior to meeting Im Yoona. No more than two seconds after you had decided to be less judgy when it came to the popular crowd she ran off to the small bathroom and a faint retching sound could be heard, you took back any previous statement about misjudging her - she was pissed and that was the only reason why she was acting so delirious. Determined to sleep well at least once this year you swiped the sleeping mask off the bedside table and firmly pulling it over your eyes you rolled onto your side to get some shut eye. 

The switch for the bathroom light was flicked off and only the fan was heard for the next few minutes; you were convinced Yoona had just curled up like a fox on the floor for the night and albeit feeling a bit guilty about it you were perfectly okay with it. Lithe arms wrapped around your waist though and the bed depressed as a small bunny dressed college girl snuggled up to you as if you were a totoro doll. Heavy breathing and slight snores vibrated in your ears, you couldn’t bear to move her for fear of waking her up so instead you just lay there. 

The next morning Im Yoona twirled around the kitchen making kimchi for you both wearing her alligator smile whilst you were dragging eye bags almost as large as suitcases. This was going to be an interesting year you thought, certainly one that would change how you see people and you smiled faintly as Yoona thrust the ceramic bowl of Kimchi into your tired hands. 

[coastalhorrors]

Those Arent the Cheat Codes!

Hey recipient 8 for the @oumasaiexchange, I was your pinch hitter! I'm sorry this is so late but I hope you enjoy it! 

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The warm commons of the Hopes Peak Academy dorms were quiet at night. Everybody either hanging out with their friends in their rooms or sleeping. But not Shuichi. He preferred the silhouettes coming from the large windows and curling up on one of the couches reading a book or something of the like. He honestly wasn't expecting to find Chiaki there when he went downstairs to get comfortable and he definitely wasn't expecting to find Kokichi right next to her.

“Kokichi?,” He asked, “what are you doing out here?”

“Watching Chiaki play Ghosting Adventure”. Kokichi replied quickly then, briefing a glance at the clock said, “it's almost eight y'know, you good?”

Shuichi nodded, he had taken his binder off before he came down, nearly falling down multiple times as he struggled with the laundry basket in his room. He saw Kokichi nod quickly then resume his second life as a hawk, spying on Chiaki's game, eyes darting back and forth watching for a slight misstep. 

Curious, Shuichi leaned over her shoulder carefully, he saw a dim castle lit by torch-lights and a horde of monsters surrounding a young traveler character, dodging and attacking. Chiaki's fingers flew over the controller typing out a billion different combos. 

Finally, the last monster fell and bright letters in a magical font appeared, WINNER, WINNER, WINNER it practically screamed. 

Despite her win though, Chiaki frowned a bit, “Im...bored”, she said, setting the controller down.

Kokichi looked over at her, “what other games do you wanna play?”

She hummed for a second, a quiet buzzing sound, “the new battle stars came out a few days ago maybe-, wait, no, I didn't buy that one…” She started humming again, more intense this time around furrowing her brow. 

Shuichi thought for a moment, “wait”, he said, “isn't that the new fighting game that came out? The one with a whole bunch of characters?” She looked over and nodded. “I think I might have that one…” He mumbled, loud enough to be heard though.

Chiaki's eyes lit up, “really? Are you sure? It only just came out!” He thought for a moment, nodding slowly, he recalled his parents buying it for him over break, leaving a halfhearted note in the package.“Yeah, I'm sure I have it, I think it's up in my room if you want to play it.” He said, out of his peripherals he saw Kokichi scoot closer, buzzing with excitement.

Chiaki stared at him, her kind eyes sparkled with stars as she nodded vigorously. Shuichi smiled and stood up, walking to the stairs, the two following behind him like curious cats. 

“Nishishishi, I bet I’ll totally beat you at this,” Kokichi smirked, “right Shumai, you think I can beat her right?” He exclaimed, his face as innocent as a newborn, only by his cheesy smile.

“Nah, Chiaki will kill you in no time,” Shuichi remarked as he unlocked his bedroom door, walking in as the lock clicked open. He could practically hear the pout his boyfriend wore as they walked in, the small girl laughed in response. He kicked his laundry basket over to his closet and kneeled down near his desk, shuffling through the drawers for the game. He heard the two behind him bickering lightly, something about which character had better HP. 

He finally felt the smoothness of the video game cover and pulled out the disc. The plastic wrap was still around it, all wrapped up as tight as a birthday present, or, in this case, so pubescent teenagers wouldn't steal it from the store. He tore it off and threw the plastic away, handing the game to Kokichi, “here, I don't have a console though.” Shuichi said, his parents hadn't even bothered to see if he had the console to play the game the got him. Tragic. 

“No worries, I have the right one in my room, let's go gang,” Chiaki said, slowly standing up, taking the game from Kokichi, running her finger over the game cover, admiring the art that nearly popped off the plastic. She mumbled something to herself then kept started walking. 

Shuichi got up from his knees and helped a Kokichi up, taking his hand and keeping it safe as he pulled the other boy up, softly smiling as Kokichi still pouted a bit, Shuichi kissed his forehead lightly to make him feel better and started trying to catch up with Chiaki. 

The girl in question led the way to her dorm room and opened the door as they approached, though once they were inside, saying Chiaki was comfortable her was an understatement. 

She hummed, “yeah, umm, welcome guys, here's my room…” She trailed off looking at the game again. Everything seemed to have a faint glow to it, even the flat posters on her wall. Above the many shelves lined with figures and numerous video game franchises, layed a small light pink set of fairy lights, multiple game consoles were lined up like soldiers against the wall, she shuffled her socks on the fuzzy carpet, making her way towards the right console and putting the game into it. 

The cheery music played, and a bright picture showed up on a small cube-like TV, a slight ringing sounded in Shuichi's ear the moment it turned on. He rubbed his ear but the sound continued.

Kokichi voiced his thoughts almost exactly when he said, “Damn Chiaki, how old is that thing?” She made a face and shrugged though, she probably didn't know either. 

Handing Kokichi a controller she went to sit down on a bean bag chair, “There's another one in the closet, or you could use my desk chair.” she said, gesturing towards the endlessly colorful void she was slowly sinking into. 

In no time the game was started with Shuichi on a rolling chair and Kokichi falling into himself. Kokichi smirked and giggled as he gained a lead on Chiaki pressing down hard on the randomly set buttons, sprinting wildly on the screen jumping up and down and again. 

But then Chiaki pressed a series of quick buttons, ABABYBABYYBYY it looked like, then the screen lit up a bright green, a character combo screen had appeared. Kokichis mouth wore a silent screech as he tried to dodge her attacks, ultimately though, he failed.

His character falling down in slow motion as dust lifted around him. Kokichi was still gawking when he turned to her, “That is so not fair and you know it.” 

She wore the smirk this time and turned back to the character screen. Kokichi made a weird face, squinting his eyes and looking sort of like he was trying to grimace. 

Shuichi laughed quietly and poked Kokichi’s back with his socked foot from behind him. “I thought you were going to ‘totally beat her.’” he mocked. 

Kokichi pushed him off and stuck his tongue out, facing the to hide a small blush. They started another round and smashed their controllers again. 

Shuichi got comfortable in the spinning chair, this was going to go on for a while.  

[rculettex]

Discord Thread : Evie and Joon’s first date. 

Summary: The day after the valentine’s party, Joon waits for evie outside her dorm and they go on a day date in the city. Lot’s of bad decisions are made resulting in them deciding to see each other in secret.

Joon Woo

Joon has gotten ready early that morning, over eager to see Evie again even for just a moment. Pulling a book out of his bag, he sat on the steps to the Dorm 30 minutes earlier than he thought she would be out and read.

Evangeline

Evie woke up normally, grabbing her phone instantly. She frowned seeing there were only a few texts from the girls and sighed. Maybe she dreamt it all. She got dressed, getting ready to head to the cafe to study like she did every sunday. She opened the door, surprised to see Joon sitting there reading. Her heart jumped out of her chest. "Hey."was all she managed to stumble out. he looked so good in the morning sun she might have fainted.

Joon Woo

Hearing Evie’s voice, Joon’s head popped up out of the book and turned to look at her, a soft smile covering his features. “Good Morning,” he shut the book. “I’m here for morning check in but I thought we could do it over coffee.”

Evangeline

It wasn't a dream then. she smiled to herself. "oh? uhm..okay. i was just heading to the campus cafe." she said to him. "so sounds uh...perfect." she wasn't expecting this and was clearly flustered, a red hue covering her skin.

Joon Woo

“The campus cafe works or you could chaperone me off campus and we could go to a cafe that’s ten minutes away without prying eyes.” Joon suggested, hoping she would get the hint.

Evangeline

"well the cafe has grea-" she started before it clicked. oh. Was this...was this a date? "yeah that sounds good." she agreed.

Joon Woo

“We don’t have to if you prefer the campus cafe,” he told her, shoving the book back in his bag and standing up. “We can speak more freely off campus though.”

Evangeline

" i'd go with you anywhere. i mean uhm, that it sounds nice to go..off campus! so yeah. i'm down." she rambled.

Joon Woo

“You’re cute.” He chuckled, offering his hand to help her down the stairs. “Follow me then.”

Evangeline

She blushed, embarrassed, but took his hand as they walked down the stairs. "are you sure this is okay?" she whispered to him. It was really early and she assumed most of the students would still be sleeping the party off. "and how did you know i'd be awake? you didn't text me."

Joon Woo

“Why wouldn’t it be okay? Nobody will be around to see us. If you don’t want to go then we don’t have to.” He said, letting her hand go once she was down the stairs . “You come find me at the same time every day. I just guessed and it worked out.”

Evangeline

"no no. i want to go. just..last night it seemed much more Romeo and Juliet. Mr. and Mrs. Smith sneak around kind of thing?" she shrugged. "wow. guess you're lucky." she teased.

Joon Woo

You want me to come scream at your window in the middle of the night?” Joon asked with a smirk. “I think it has something to do with you.” He said, beginning the walk towards the cafe, hands in his pockets.

Evangeline

Well if a boy won’t scream through a girls window what’s the point?” She sighed dramatically. She walked beside him, hands around her books, excitement practically radiating off of her. “I’ve never been to one of the ones off campus before.”

Joon Woo

“It’s not very subtle for sneaking around. If you want to get caught then it’s great.” He rolled his eyes, picking up the pace to get off campus faster. “Why not?”

Evangeline

hmm fine. Then at minimum we must fake our deaths but then really die.” She she said pushing his buttons a bit. He started to walk faster and she didn’t the same. “I don’t know. I just...didn’t? I went for like book shops or like a night out. I guess the campus one was just closer?

Joon Woo

“I can make that happen. It’s more subtle.” He replied, teasing her. “I wouldn’t have suggested this one if we didn’t have to be secretive but I want to be able to talk to you without having to think about Neith.”

Evangeline

“oh I can’t wait.” She giggled. “Hey, I really am excited to go. I love trying new things, and this one is even more special because it’s with you.” She blushed. “That probably sounds pretty lame”

Joon Woo

Once they were far enough away Joon reached out for her hand, wanting more than to feel her fingers intertwined with his. “One night together and now going to a cafe with me is special?” He smirked, messing with her. It was special to him too.

Evangeline

Evie almost instantly gave him her hand, a warm feeling covering her body. "well....yeah." she said suddenly embarrassed. she sounded like a love sick school girl. Cause she was one. "it's not for you?"

Joon Woo

“I didn’t say that,” he squeezed her hand reassuring her. “If I didn’t care then I would have gone to the campus cafe with you but I didn’t want that.”

Evangeline

Evie grinned, laying her head on his shoulder as they walked, getting closer to the campus gates. "Evangeline Clover. We're going off campus for a day." she said holding out up her badge for security to scan.

Joon Woo

Joon let go of her hand and moved away once they got to the gate. The last thing he wanted was for either of them to be in trouble and have to get a new sponsor.

Evangeline

After signing them out Evie lead Joon through the gates, the wind from the ocean below whipping around them as they got onto the bridge. "Want to drive?" she asked, holding up a pair of keys. "i signed out a car while you were getting scanned." she winked. Techincally VRP kids couldn't have sign them out. but nothing said she couldn't.

Joon Woo

“Drive?” Joon’s eyes grew wide as he looked at the keys in her hand. It had been a long time since he had driven a car, let alone touched one. “Do you trust me not to kidnap you and run away?” He joked, reaching out for the car keys.

Evangeline

"only if you promise to not bring me back." she joked, placing the keys in his hand. the tips of her fingers, grazing his palm a little longer than necessary. They student rental cars we're super fancy, but they were nice. They were made so if students needed to go to the city for any reason they could, without cluttering the campus with vehicles. All about aesthetic. "don't kill me okay?" she said walking to the passenger side.

Joon Woo

“Did Clyde bring back Bonnie?” he winked at her before turning his attention to the car. It was nicer than anything he had driven before. “I’m doing my best to keep you alive.” Joon told her, unlocking the car and getting inside to start it.

Evangeline

Evie slid into the passenger seat and once Joon was in, leaned over. She grabbed his face bringing in to hers, kissing him slowly before pulling away. "let's go." she smiled, sitting back in her seat

Joon Woo

Joon smiled into the kiss, happy to finally feel her lips against his again. “I think I need one more or I’ll be a distracted driver.” He smirked leaning over the console to try and kiss her.

Evangeline

"fine one more. than we need to go. we have to have you back before sunset." she laughed, leaning over to give him a kiss. granted, it was still early morning, but she wanted as much time as possible.

Joon Woo

Joon grinned when he got another kiss, pushing the key into the ignition and starting the car. “Cafe first?” He asked, turning to back out of the parking spot.

Evangeline

"This was your idea. I'm simply along for the ride." she smiled. She toyed with a strand of her hair, wrapping and unwrapping the green tips around her finger. "however, i do need coffee to function so ...”she giggled.

Joon Woo

“I wanted to spend time with you. alone.” He said, reaching his arm over to place on her thigh. Pulling out of the spot, he started driving in the direction of the cafe. “Coffee does sound good.”

Evangeline

"than alone you shall have me." she said trying to not squirm under his touch. Images of the night before flashed through her mind, and she pulled a little harder on her hair. "So uhm..have you been to this place before?" she asked.

Joon Woo

”Good,” he glanced over at her, noticing the way she was tugging on her hair. “Are you okay?” His brows furrowed together in worry.

Evangeline

Evie was sort of lost i her own world, part of her tom lip between her teeth. "YEAH" she answered to loudly. "I mean, yes. totally. im fine. why do you ask?"

Joon Woo

Glancing over at her, he responded, “Because you’re biting your lip the way you did last night.” Joon teased her, letting his hand slowly run farther up her thigh as he continued to drive.

Evangeline

Evie let go of her lip, hand gripping the door handle. "well uhm you're uh..hand." she said gesturing to wear his hand rested at the hem of her skirt. "it made me think of yesterday."

Joon Woo

Parking, Joon stopped the car and turned to face her fully, fingers playing with the hem of her skirt. “Did you enjoy last night? You never actually told me.”

Evangeline

Evie looked around. "is the cafe here?" she said not seeing anything when he parked. But then he was turned to face her and she flushed. "I uhm...mhm." she hummed with a nod.

Joon Woo

“It’s around the corner.” He explained, squeezing her thigh firmly. “Mhm?” he hummed back as a question for more clarification.

Evangeline

"oh poker chips." she muttered when he squeezed. "i enjoyed last night...." she said eyes staring at his hand on her. her breathing shallowed, in a good way. "joon...it's...really early."

Joon Woo

“Oh poker chips?” He chuckled at the saying. Leaning close, Joon whispered, “Then let’s go get coffee, baby girl.”

Evangeline

"do you enjoy making me more of a mess than I already am?" she asked him. "it's something i say to curb my cursing.

Joon Woo

“You aren’t a mess but I do like seeing you squirm,” he admitted with a smirk. “You’re cute but maybe instead I should occupy your lips a different way.” Joon said, leaning in.

Evangeline

Evie undid her seat belt, moving so she was facing him as well. "well you're cuter." she answered. "what did you have in mind?"

Joon Woo

Unclicking his own seat belt, he reached out, touching her cheek before he closed the space and kissed her deeply.

Evangeline WASNT really the hot make out in public type of girl. But something about joon changed that for her. She was putty in his hands or rather, on his lips. She let out a small moan, practically climbing over the rest test to him

Joon Woo

Joon’s fingers tangled in her hair as he kissed her, passion growing each second that went by. “Fuck,” he mumbled when she let out a soft moan and nibbled on her tom lip, hoping to hear it again

Evangeline

he bit her lip and she moaned again, finally making it across the arm rest to his lap. She kissed him hard before finally forcing herself to stop, burying her head in the crook of his neck. “We should uhm...cool down. We’re in public.” She panted, her lips grazing his neck as she spoke.

Joon Woo

His arms wrapped around her waist as soon as she was on his lap, holding her in place there. “I thought you liked a little danger,” he smirked at her. “But sure we can stop.” Joon’s breathing slowed back to normal, his heart rate threatening to rise again as he lips grazed his neck.

Evangeline

“what are you gonna do? Fuck me in the middle of the city? In broad daylight?” She asked him, thinking he was joking.

Joon Woo

“If you want me to,” he whispered, the feeling of her breath against his neck causing his brain to go into hyperdrive. The only thing he could think about was taking her into the backseat. “You’ve never been fucked in the middle of the city in broad daylight?”

Evangeline

“Joon...” She warned every though her body was pulsating. “I can’t say I have. I’ll add it to my to do list.” She shook her head, chuckling.  “Calm down puppet.”

Joon Woo

“We could check that box right now,” he mumbled, one arm unsnaking so that he could touch her thigh again, his hand slowly moving up and down it as he made little shapes in her skin with his fingertips. “I’m trying..”

Evangeline

“are you ? Because it feels like...” she had to stop talking to compose herself. “It feels like you’re just reving me up more.” She got out. Placing one more kiss on his lips she reached behind and opened the door. She used a hair tie to tie up her hair in a messy bun, and breathe some fresh air. “I’m just,..not ready to take it that far in public just yet.” She said to him shyly, though her panties may have disagreed.

Joon Woo

“Maybe...” he trailed off, not sure what to tell her. Before he knew it she had left the car, leaving him alone in his seat. As disappointed as he was it was quickly overshadowed when he glanced outside to see her putting her hair up. How could someone like her be so beautiful? She was good which wasn’t a quality he usually went for but there she was being the most attractive person he had ever met so effortlessly. It was hard for him to comprehend. “Then coffee it is.” Joon said, turning the car off and getting out before locking the rental.

Evangeline

Evie turned, smiling at him before heading off in the direction he said the shop was. “Hey are you coming or you gonna stay there staring all day?” She teased.

Joon Woo

“It’s hard to focus on anything but that piece of art on your neck when you’re displaying it like that.” He winked, walking up to where she was and taking her hand in his.

Evangeline

what?”she said and remembered the hickey, her hand shooting up to cover  her neck.  “I completely forgot about that, I should put my hair back down.” She groaned. She was so hot though.

Joon Woo

“Or you could just keep it up.” He smirked, kissing the top of her hand. “I like seeing it.”

Evangeline

“it’s not very...appropriate.” Evie blushed, but removed her hands and kept her hair up. “So, have you been to this place before?” She asked trying to change to subject.

Joon Woo

“What do you mean? It’s obviously just a burn.” He smirked, winking at her. “No but I wanted to go somewhere new.” Joon told her, leading her to the front door and opening it for her.

Evangeline

a Evie pushed him playfully, butterflies in her stomach, they walked into the coffee shop and she smiled. “Oh it’s adorable in here!” She gasped looking at all the art work on the wall.

Joon Woo

Joon smiled at her, not sure why he felt the way he did. She made him want to be the kind of guy who opened doors for others and he had never been like that before. “You’re adorable,” he whispered, walking up behind her and kissing her cheek.

Evangeline

“shut up. “ evie smiled , holding his hands in front of her. She leaned back into him while she looked at the menu. “What are you ordering?” She asked tilting her head back to look at him

Joon Woo

Placing his chin on top of her head, he looked up at the menu. “A cappuccino. What about you?” Joon questioned, kissing her forehead when she looked back at him.

Evangeline

I like lattes. Vanilla,” she answered. “Oh I hope they have muffins. Id die for a blueberry muffin.” She said excitedly. She giggled when he kissed her forehead. So affectionate. He was so different from the person she had met a few weeks ago.

Joon Woo

“I’ll be right back then.” He pulled his body away from hers, walking to the counter to order for them. Paying, he waited for their items before taking them back to Evie. Handing her the muffin and latte, he smiled at her. Standing there in the moment he realized how different things had become, how much he had changed in such a short amount of time for a woman.

Evangeline

the cold from the absence of his body hit her and she sighed, going to find a table. She stared out the window, a content smile on her face. “Thanks.” She said when joon returned. “How much was it ? I can send it to you.” She offered. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Evie asked when he was staring at her.

Joon Woo

“You don’t need to send it to me,” he rolled his eyes at her. Was it a date if he paid? Who cared. Honestly he just thought she deserved something nice and he could afford coffee and a muffin so why not? “Look at you like what?” He frowned, realizing he had been staring too long, lost in his thoughts. “I wasn’t looking at you like anything.” Joon said, sitting down in front of her and take a sip from his cup.

Evangeline

“joon..,are we uhm. Is this a date?” She felt the need to ask. She should have dressed up prettier. Granted she didn’t know she was being hijacked but still. She sipped at her latte, staring into the form. “Yes you were.” She teased him.“What we’re you thinking about?

Joon Woo

“Do you want this to be a date?” He asked carefully, not sure what the right answer was. Truthfully he had never been on a real date. Neith was the only person that he kept around for long periods of time and she didn’t like romance as far as he knew. Every time he tried something with her she would tease him about it so he had stopped himself a long time ago. “How you’ve changed me in one night.” Joon admitted, letting his guard down for a moment before it raised back up.

Evangeline

“do you?” She asked wanting him to answer. “I don’t want it to be if you don’t want it too....” she explained. Without a word she moved to the other side of the table with him, their legs grazing one another. “I didn’t change anything. You’ve always been this person.” She shook her head. “He was just hidden away.”

Joon Woo

“I’ve never been on a date.” Was all he said before taking a long sip of his hot coffee, not sure what else to say on the subject. He had never been on a date. He didn’t know how they worked or what you were actually supposed to do. “No, I haven’t. You have too much hope for me, Evie. I’m here for a reason and it’s not because I wanted to be a hero like you.”

Evangeline

Evie was surprised to hear that. Joon was attractive, as certainly experienced. She has only assumed it was from practice. “ okay. Then we’re on a date.” She said scooting over some . “But it’s a first date so, no more touching other than hand holding.” She said to him.  She disagreed. “You’re here because you made a mistake. But you can always turn it around. Everyone has good in them. The same as everyone has bad. You just didn’t know where to look for it.”

Joon Woo

“No touching at all?” He frowned at the prospect of no more kisses. If this was what a date meant then he didn’t want it, at least not when they were in private. He could live without public affection. “I don’t think we should talk about it anymore. It’s a draw out story. I’ve heard it a hundred times from lawyers, the judge, the teachers - everyone.” Joon sighed, finishing his coffee.

Evangeline

“not on a first date. Not until the end.” She answered, moving so their arms just barely grazed. “First dates are about getting to know each other. The tension of an almost touch.” She said softly, looking over at him as she placed her hand a inch away from his. “Okay. If it is what you believe. I will gladly take the blame for this change.”

Joon Woo

“And at the end?” He asked, the feeling of the missed touch causing the hair on his arms to rise, tension building. His hand moving slightly as his pinkie reached for hers. “Why did you want to become a hero?” Joon asked after she agreed to take the blame.

Evangeline

“ well depends...” She trailed off, a smirk on her face “ because....I’ve done bad things to people in the past. And I can’t make up for them. But I can help other people. Try to be better. “

Joon Woo

“Depends on what?” He asked, running his pinkie over hers softly. “I can’t imagine you doing a bad thing to anyone.”

Evangeline

“well, if it goes bad. I’ll kiss you on the cheek when we get back. But if it goes good...” she said leaning over to whisper in his ear. “I’ll let you fuck me in broad daylight.” She muttered  before sitting back down, taking a bite of her muffin.  “I told you,..I’m not as good as you think I am. I’ve made mistakes.”

Joon Woo

Joon’s eyes rolled back and he closed his eyes at the thought, biting his lip hard to not react immediately. He wanted it to go good before but now he needed it to go good. “You can’t say thing like that and then look so cute like you didn’t just say that to me.” He leaned back, watching her innocently eat her muffin. “What kind of mistakes?”

Evangeline

“Say a thing like what?” She asked him, eyes  batting innocently. “Bad ones.” She sighed, starting to lose her appetite as she thought about  it

Joon Woo

“You know what you did.” He mumbled, chewing on his lip as the thought consumed him. “I’ve killed people too but the fact that you call it a mistake means you didn’t mean for it to happen which doesn’t make you a bad person. Just a person who’s lived with tragedy.”

Evangeline

"hmph." she shrugged, ripping off another piece of the muffin and popping it into her mouth. Evie didn't respond to him. she didn't want to talk about it today. to ruin how he saw her. good. "do you want to try some of this muffin? It's really good." she said changing the subject. She ripped off some of the top holding it up for him.

Joon Woo

Joon noticed when she didn’t say anything in response to him saying she wasn’t a bad person. He understood what it was like so he left it alone, playing along with the subject change. “I don’t like blueberries.” He shook his head, glancing out the window of the cafe at passerby’s.

Joon Woo

Joon pouted when she called him a pervert, shoving his hands in his pockets to make her feel more comfortable. Turns out he isn’t great on dates. He was used to be handsy and only physical so everything else he was learning and it wasn’t as easy as he thought it was going to be. “I’m sorry.” He words came out as a whisper. It was the first time he had said it in years.

Evangeline

Evie saw the change in his demeanor and stopped, putting her hands on his face. "hey i was only teasing." she said to him. she leaned up kissing his cheek. "besides i like it." she said to him.

Joon Woo

Joon stopped before he ran into her, looking down at her in confusion. “I won’t do it again. I don’t know how dates work...I’m just used to...” He trailed off, feeling her lips against his cheek. The hint of a smile broke through and he gave a small nod.

Evangeline

"we're sort of doing this out of order. so i guess i'm not the best teacher considering every time you look at me i- never mind." she stopped herself from rambling something highly inappropriate. "point is, as fun as the physical stuff is. a point of a date is to spend time together. to get closer." she moved her hand from his face, down his shoulder and arm, until their hands were interlocked. "there's no right. or wrong way. just be yourself puppet."

Joon Woo

“Everytime I look at you?” He asked, encouraging her to finish the sentence as curiosity got the better of him. His features softened as she outlined his body, their hands locking together. It was a strange feeling to have her holding his hand - a good strange. “Okay, then let’s continue where we were at in my room. What’s your favorite animal?”

Evangeline

"it's not first date appropriate." she shook her head. "and you've got enough trouble keeping your hands to yourself. maybe i'll tell you later." she smiled. She lead him forward, their hands still interlocked as they walked. Evie, still walking backwards. "Hmm...turtles!" she giggled. "specifically sea turtles. but they're all cool. What's yours?"

Joon Woo

Joon raised a brow, only growing more curious as she spoke. “Only maybe?” He questioned, wondering what he could do to hear the rest of her sentence. “Sea turtles? Is it because they’re green?” He teased. “Mine are crows.”

Evangeline

"you're not gonna let this go are you? i'm telling you, you don't want to know." she replied, eyebrow raising. "No. i've liked them since i was a kid. and green wasn't always my favorite. they're just old and wise and have seen SO much of the world." she said to him. "I KNEW IT! I knew you had a favorite."

Joon Woo

“Nope. I definitely want to know.” He smirked at her. “What used to be your favorite color?” Joon laughed at her outburst. “I thought about it after you asked me.”

Evangeline

She sighed, pulling him to the side of the side walk. They were in public and the sidewalks were busy now. His funeral. She pulled him down to whisper is in his ear. "everytime i catch you looking at me, my entire body burns to feel you again. all i can think about is you hiking my skirt up and marking every inch of my body as your hands roam it." she said before taking a step back. "oh, and may favorite color used to be pink." she shrugged. "anyway, the pop up should be around here somewhere."

Joon Woo

Joon bit down hard on his lip as she spoke, trying his hardest not to think about the words, worried he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else if he did. “Fuck Evie,” he practically moaned in desperation, moving his hands to grab her hips once she took a step back. “Oh no you don’t get to say something like that to me and then walk away.”

Evangeline

"I told you, that you didn't want to know." she said, letting out a gasp as he grabbed her. If she was a weaker woman, her legs may have given up right there. "Puppet, we're in the middle of a very busy street." she chuckled, looking up at him and placing a feather light kiss on his lips. "you have no choice but to let me do just that." she whispered against them. "now...come on. we're gonna miss our time slot." she smirked.

Joon Woo

“I did want to know,” was all he could manage before she spoke again. “I can’t get something better than that at least?” He huffed in frustration, his body screaming out for her.

Evangeline

"nope." she smiled, her lips making a popping noise one the P. she pryed herself from his grip and started around the corner. "come on" she said, pulling his hand. There was a line outside but it wasn't terribly long since it was still morning. "this is going to be so fun." she smiled, hands clapping a little.

Joon Woo

Joon groaned when she refused, sighing and walking with her. He smiled, happy to see her so excited. “I hope so.”

Evangeline

They stood inline for a few moments, but soon enough they were inside. it smelled like candy and there were tons of things for them to taste and take pictures of. "oh can we go to the illusion room first?"

Joon Woo

“We can go wherever you want to go first.” He told her, taking hold of her hand once more.

Evangeline

"yes!" she cheered, kissing his cheek again and taking them over to the illusion room. "okay climb into the table i'll take a picture." she smiled looking over at him.

Joon Woo

Joon lit up when she kissed his cheek, eye touch sending electricity through his body. “Are you sure?” He raised a brow at her. “Why don’t I take your picture instead?”

Evangeline

"i'll go next! come on come on please." she begged, eyes large as she stared up at him.

Joon Woo

Sighing loudly, he walked over to where she wanted him. “There will be proof you checked me out if you take this picture.”

Evangeline

"I'll put them in an extra locked folder." she promised him. "now smile " evie instructed holding up the camera.

Joon Woo

“What other photos do you have in that folder?” He smirked, thoughts getting the better of him. Instead of smiling he stood there like he normally would, waiting for her to take it

Evangeline

Evie raised an eyebrow, rolling her eyes. she took the picture staring at it for a moment. even not smiling, he looked like a model. she blushed a bit, looking back over at him. "okay, do that one." she said pointing to another one of the illusions.

Joon Woo

“Oh no, it’s your turn now.” He said walking up to her, reaching for her phone to take a picture of her.

Evangeline

"fine." she pouted and went over to the chair illusion. deciding to tease him, she posed seriously. "how's this?" she asked, making her voice deep in mock seduction.

Joon Woo

Taking the phone from her, he got ready to take the photo, winking from behind the camera. “Beautiful.”

Evangeline

she posed a few more times before coming over and looking at the pictures. “These look so good!” She said happily.  She went over to the next attraction, a scene filled with fake clouds and pulled him next to her. “You better smile for this one.” She giggled, setting up her camera and placing the timer on. She pulled him next to her, wrapping her arms around his torso.

Joon Woo

“It’s hard for them to come out bad when you’re the focus of the image.” He told her, watching as she flipped through the photos. Following her, he stood in place as she ran to set up the camera, smiling as she wrapped her arms around him. Without thinking about it, he placed a kiss on the top of her head.

Evangeline

“no way. It takes forever for me to get a good photo normally.” She said to him. She felt him kiss her forehead and she looked up, reaching and arm out to bring his lips to hers. she had set the camera to burst so luckily had gotten all three photos. “I like this one best.” She said showing them to him, the image of his smile making her heart melt. She saved them into the locked folders. “Hmm let’s doo, ooh the daaaaaaark room.” She joked making her voice spooky.

Joon Woo

“I don’t believe that.” He replied truthfully. Kissing her, he closed his eyes letting the moment take him, forgetting the camera for a moment. It was nice to just in the moment with her. “All of the ones with you are the best.” Joon smiled at her, “I’ll follow you anywhere.”

Evangeline

“you’re so cute.” She giggled. She lead them towards the dark room. “Apparently it’s pitch black and the exhibit is all sound based!” She said excitedly. “It’s early so we should have to ourselves.” She explained.

Joon Woo

“Pitch black?” He smirked, thoughts going somewhere they shouldn’t have in such a public place. “Maybe I can finally get you to kiss me in there.” Joon joked, acting like she hadn’t kissed him at all.

Evangeline

“Yeah. You’re not scared of the dark are you?” She asked before he mentioned kissing her again. She smiled to herself, a devious a little plan forming. “Come on puppet.” She said pulling him in the door. They closed behind them, leaving them in darkness. She let go of his hand.

Joon Woo

“Scared?” He stifled a chuckle, finding the thought humorous. Letting her pull him into the dark room. Everything was just as she said, pitch black. “Where’re you going?”

Evangeline

Evie giggled in the darkness. “Lucky Charm.” she said and her eyes glowed green for a moment. Then the darkness was back. She moved around the room effortlessly, somehow avoiding him.  “Catch me if you can.” She sang. She slowly removed her panties, tucking them in his pocket. Then she slunk back into the shadows.

Joon Woo

Joon caught a glimpse of her glowing eyes in the dark. “A game of cat and mouse?” He smirked, trying his best to find her in the dim lighting.

Evangeline

“Check your pockets.” She said into one of the pipes, making her voice echo around the room. “Find me before our time is up, and you’ll get the prize you seek. Good luck!” She giggled.

Joon Woo

Reaching his hand into his pocket, Joon raised a brow in confusion. The fabric hadn’t been there before. Pulling it out, he tried figuring out what the damp fabric was and then it hit him. “Are these yours, Sugar Cube?” He smirked, instincts taking over as he searched more desperately, his arms outreached.

Evangeline

“sugar cube? Do you think I’m sweet?” Evie giggled. “You do make me melt.” She said keeping sure to her distance as she circled him. “Tick tock puppet.”

Joon Woo

“I might, especially if you come stand in my arms where you belong.” Joon said, trying his best to convince her to join him while still searching.

Evangeline

“but wheres the fun in that?” She teased. “Fine I’ll give you a hint. You’re getting colder.” Her voice echoed.

Joon Woo

“I’ll show you just how much fun it could be.” He followed the sound of her voice, trying to catch her blinded by the darkness. “Sugar Cube, what am I going to do without another kiss? What if I disappear in the dark and never make it out?”

Evangeline

Evie stopped moving feeling him pass by her. She moved behind him. “I’ll always bring you back to the light puppet.” She whispered behind him, trailing a hand down his back before backing into the wall. “Lucky charm bring him to me. .” She said again, her eyes glowing for a moment again.

Joon Woo

Seeing her eyes light up again, Joon walked in the direction until he hit a wall. “Fuck,” he groaned in frustration. Backing up he backed into another body, quickly turning around and grabbing hold of her waist. “There you are, Sugar Cube.” Joon smirked.

Evangeline

Evie gasped hearing him hit a wall, almost reaching out for him. But then he finally got to her, holding her in place. “Are you okay?” She asked, the seduction gone from her voice as she held his face in her hands. “Sorry...I shouldn’t have used lucky charm.”

Joon Woo

“I’m good now.” He whispered, leaning his cheek into the palm of her head before moving to place a kiss in it’s spot. “I caught you, it doesn’t matter how.” Joon told her leaning in, he kissed her cheek before his lips trailed down her jaw, sprinkling kisses as it moved.

Evangeline

“Just so you know, this isn’t a normal first date activity.” she mumbled against  his lips. She bit her lip too herself from being vocal as his mouth moved across her torso.

Joon Woo

“I wouldn’t know. It’s how my first day is going.” He smirked, pushing her softly against the nearest wall, his fingertips grazing the skin of her thighs softly. Joon’s lips found their way back to hers as he grabbed h of her thighs firmly, moving from the wall just enough to pick her up and hold her against it.

Evangeline

“are you having a good time?” She asked him. She laughed as he lifted her up hands and legs locking behind him. She shivered as the cool air hit under her skirt. “I didn’t realize how strong you were.” She said before lightly biting his lip.

Joon Woo

“I’m having a great time.” He responded, squeezing her thighs as she locked them. “Did you think I was weak?” Joon asked, letting his lips trail down her neck, stopping to make her old love bite even larger.

Evangeline

“I didn’t say that...” she breathed out, letting out a hiss as he attacked her neck. “Hey hey.” She said moving her head back a bit. “You can’t keep marking me up. Not visibly anyway. What about your psycho ex? “ she shook her head.

Joon Woo

“Where can I mark you up then? Everywhere else?” His smirk was mischievous as he thought about all the parts of body he could leave his mark. “She isn’t my ex. We’ve never actually been together. She just doesn’t like when I give other woman attention.”

Evangeline

“you can only mark me, if I get to mark you.” She said to him seriously. “Deal?” He mentioned neith not being his ex and she had to admit she was a bit confused. “But you ...did this ? Things....with her?” She asked.

Joon Woo

Joon stopped, pulling his head away from her neck with a sigh. “Then I can’t mark you. I want to but if Neith sees a hair out place she’ll know.” He hated that Neith was coming between them. It felt like a weight forever held over him. “We did things like this, yes.”

Evangeline

“Wait...you’re still gonna do things with her?” She asked, suddenly feeling very insecure. She had no right to tell him what he could and couldn’t do. They weren’t together but...she wasn’t sure if she was capable of knowing he would be seeing another girl and her. “Do you still have feelings for her?”

Joon Woo

Joon wasn’t sure how to respond to that question. He wanted to say no but it was likely that would be a lie. He couldn’t just stop being the way he was with Neith because then she would know something was wrong and it would put Evie in danger. “I don’t want to.” He stated simply no, deciding that was the best way to answer her question. “No,” he whispered to her.

Evangeline

“oh...okay.” she said softly, not sure how to respond to that. She knew he was doing it for her her own good but, at what point would it stop? “Joon I just....I don’t want to be hurt again.” She said to him seriously. “I...I really like you.”

Joon Woo

Joon sighed softly, wishing he could see her in the moment, wanting to do everything he could to reassure her that he liked her just as much. “I really like you too, Evangeline.” Moving one of his hands off her thigh, he pressed her closer to the wall to make up for the lack of support. Placing a finger under her chin, he moved her head up so that he could kiss her softly. “I want to protect you, not hurt you.” He whispered against her lips.

Evangeline

Evie felt the cold hard wall against her back. But she didn’t care. The boy she liked, liked her too. She had figured as much considering their positions but ....it was comforting to hear. Her head followed his command, lifting up. “I don’t need protection. I need trust. Can I trust you?” She whispered into the darkness.

Joon Woo

“I would never do anything to hurt you.” He said plainly, lips inches from her face as he spoke. “I just want to see you happy and hopefully that’s with me.”

Evangeline

“you’re so amazing.” She sighed. wanting to be done with the serious conversation, she simply brought her lips back to his, hands playing with his hair as he held her in place. “We’ve got about 10 more minutes before the doors unlock and open.” She said whispered to him.

Joon Woo

Joon smiled softly at her before their lips reconnected. “Do you trust me?” He asked, pulling away from the kiss. “I can make this 10 minutes the best you’ve ever had if you do.”

Evangeline

she tilted her head, not that he could see that. “Yes....” she trailed off worried what she may have signed up for. He was willing to fuck her in a car in daylight, she had a feeling he didn’t really care if they got caught.

Joon Woo

As soon as he had permission, Joon pushed Evie’s body further up the wall until her legs could wrap around his shoulders. “Just don’t lean forward too much, Sugar Cube.” He smirked before diving between her legs.

Evangeline

“Joon wait wait wait.” She said as he lifted her into the air. “What are you...holy aces.”she breathed out.

The lights came back in just as Evie’s feet hit the floor, holding on to Joon’s arm for support. Her face was flushed and red as she hyper focused on being able to walk.

Joon Woo

Joon smiled, proud of his work as he wiped his mouth clean. “Are you gonna be okay walking?” He asked, ready to carry her at any moment.

Evangeline

“what? Me? Yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.” She muttered, still not daring to let go of his arm. “My leg is just uhm...asleep from its positioning that’s all...”

Joon Woo

“The position,” he nodded. “Right. Of course. Well if your legs are too jelly to walk let me know. Sugar Cube. I want you to enjoy this date.”

Evangeline

“shut up. And don’t let me go.” She said nudging him slightly. “I am. Very much. Even if the order is a little wacked.” She giggled. “Is there anything you wanted to try in the city ?” She asked.

Joon Woo

“I won’t.” He chuckled softly to himself. “I don’t think normal dates are for me. I like whatever this one has been.” Joon held Evie closer, trying to support her better as they walked. “I wanted to get real food before we head back.”

Evangeline

Evie smile fell just slightly, they couldn’t be like this on campus. This sucked. Majorly. “Okay we’ll do that. What’s your favorite kind of food?” She asked.

Joon Woo

"Hey," he cooed, noticing her smile begin to fade. "What's wrong?" Joon stopped in his tracks, turning to face her.

Evangeline

“what? Nothing? I asked what kind of food you liked?” She asked, feigning confusion. She forced herself to swallow that feeling. She could be upset about it later.

Joon Woo

Joon sighed, knowing she was lying to him. It was obvious in the way she looked at him but he let it go, wanting to enjoy the rest of their time together. "Fine. I like Italian. What do you like?"

Evangeline

god why did he have to boat so much attention? But also...she kinda liked that he did. She kissed his hand a few times, one on each knuckle.  “Oh that’s my favorite too! I know the perfect place.” She told him.

Joon Woo

Joon tried to hide his smile as she kissed his knuckles, the soft gesture causing an electricity to flow through him. "I'll follow you then."

Evangeline

"you're such a tom." she joked, leading him through the rest of the museum. they took a few more pictures before finally hitting the streets once more. "it's a small family own placed, but it's on the other side of the city. But I swear they have the BEST Italian."

Joon Woo

"I'm a tom?" He raised a brow at her, rolling his eyes. They h knew that was untrue. "I'll make you regret saying that later." After taking the photos, he pulled her in for another kiss, missing her lips against his. "Let's go get back in the car then."

Evangeline

"oh...poker chips. I was kidding." she said nervously. She wasn't sure if she could take much more of him today. Physically anyway. And it only 12:30. She kissed him back, putty in his hands. "okay." she smiled letting him lead her.

Joon Woo

“I’ll make sure you never want to kid like that again.” He threatened, only half joking. Leading her to the car, he opened the door for her.

Evangeline

evie let out a nervous whine as they neared the car. She only wanted to tease him a bit. "joon please, my body can only handle so much." she said to him as she got in the car. she did a small prayer for mercy as she waited for him to get in on the other side.

Joon Woo

Joon smirked, hearing her pleas. Closing the door behind her, he walked around the other side of the car and opened his door to get inside. “Aww are you all tuckered out? You can’t keep up?” His smirk grew mischievous as he leaned over and tickled her chin.

Evangeline

“don’t tease me.” She pouted, motioning to bite his finger.  “I can keep up just fine. Thank you.” She crossed her arms. “Just drive.”

Joon Woo

“If you could keep us just fine you would want me to fuck you in the back of this car before we left.” He chuckled, turning the keys in the engine and letting it heat up.

Evangeline

“joon...” she warned the thoughts clouding her mind. Wh couldn’t she think straight near him.  “Fine, my body needs a small break. It’s been awhile.” She admitted.

Joon Woo

“It’s okay, Sugar Cube.” Joon smiled at her, placing a hand softly on her thigh before pulling out of his spot. “Where to?”

Evangeline

Evie placed her hand over his, making sure to keep it in place. “Luigi’s. I’ll type it into the gps.” She said leaning forward.

Joon Woo

“Okay,” he waited for her. Driving once it was in, he followed the path to the restaurant.

Evangeline

Evie sat back, hand absentmindedly toying with his fingers. She stared out tige window, humming to the music lightly as Joon drove. She was...completely content.

Joon Woo

Parking, he stopped the car, unhooking his seatbelt and opening his door. Shutting it behind him, he walked to her side and opened her door. “Ready to eat?”

Evangeline

“for someone who’s never been on a date, you’re doing great. So chivalrous.” She said as he opened her door. She Hooked her arm with his. “Yes I’m starving. I don’t usually do this much activity so early.” She winked

Joon Woo

Joon smiled at the compliment, happy to hear that he was doing a good job. “I’m sorry you’re doing so much with me.” He said, closing the door behind her and walking with her inside the restaurant

Evangeline

“No you’re not. I’m not.” She shook her head and chuckled. “Table for 2 please.” She said to the women at the podium, hand going for Joon’s.

Joon Woo

"I'm not," he chuckled, glad to hear that she wasn't sorry about it either. Intertwining their fingers together as he felt her hand moving down to his, he pulled it up to kiss the back of it. The sweet gestures were new for him but he had always wanted to do them with Neith although she never really let him.

Evangeline

"Evie?" a voice called out and she turned her head. There stood a tall man, hair died in an ombre black to teal. Evie's face lit up.

"Luka!" she said surprised, and dropped Joon's hand. She went over hugging him and he easily lifted her into the air.

"ma belle Evangeline i really wanted to say that. What are you doing here?" he chuckled, placing her down. Their hands laid lightly on each other's forearms as they talked.

"Oh I'm uh...just getting lunch." she answered, looking back at Joon.

Joon Woo

Hearing Evie’s name, Joon’s head snapped in the direction of the voice, guard up. The strange man was unknown to him but by the way Evangeline reacted he guessed the same couldn’t be said for her. Who was this guy? His content look quickly turned to a frown as he examined the other man. Evie dropped Joon’s hand and his frown grew deeper. Jealousy boiled inside him, threatening to spill over onto his features. Lunch? That’s all this was now? Not a date? “Excuse me.” Join walked away without another word, needing to cool down before he did something bad.

Evangeline

"friend of yours?" Luka asked.

"yeah, this is...joon." she answered, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he walked off. "Okay.." she said softly, eyes watching him. oh no "Hey can give me a minute?" she asked Luka, leaning up to kiss his cheek before heading after Joon. "Joon? Joon. Joon wait!" she said catching up to him. "Hey is everything okay?" she asked.

Joon Woo

Hearing his name, Joon continued to walk, part of him hoping she would just walk back to the stranger and this whole thing would be over. He could get a new sponsor and she would be safe with that guy. “Yeah,” he mumbled continuing towards the car.

Evangeline

She actually ran this time, blocking his path. "Dammit Joon stop." she spoke, hurt laced in her voice. "what's going on?"

Joon Woo

Joon stopped, looking down at the smaller woman. "Go have lunch with your other friend." He hissed, the word coming out as a growl. With one flick of his finger, she moved out of his way involuntarily and he continued.

Evangeline

"Luka? You're jealous of Luka?" she sighed until she was literally forced aside. God he was being so childish. "Christ , He's engaged to my sister. " she called after him. "can you stop acting like this now?"

Joon Woo

"It's not about that." He mumbled, looking like a kicked puppy. Joon stopped, turning to face her. "We have to hide from people at school but you couldn't tell him that you were on a date?"

Evangeline

"Iwas getting there! Luka works at the school and sometimes has lunch with the professor's. i wanted to make sure none of them were here. he wouldn't say anything though. which you would have realized if you waited ten seconds instead of storming off." she snapped back. "this..whatever it is.....it isn't going to work if you can't trust me Joon."

Joon Woo

Joon's frowned lightened as he spoke. Jealousy had obviously gotten the better of him. "What is this?" He walked towards her until the space had closed between them.

Evangeline

"what?" she asked, exasperated. She stood with her arms crossed as he came over to her. She didn't meet his eyes."what do you mean?"

Joon Woo

"I mean what is this? What do you want this to be?" He questioned her, still feeling like it was possible he was just a joke to her - just like he was with Neith

Evangeline

"I don't know. 2 days ago I was convinced you hated me. And today...I can't go 2 minutes without wanting to hold your hand. I haven't been this happy in months." she explained to him. "I want to see where this goes. But I don't want that if you're going to freak out every time I don't tell someone. My career as a hero is on the line here. And because of your ex so is my life apparently."

Joon Woo

Joon nodded, it was too fast to tell anything other than he liked her but he used to like Neith too. He sighed, “She’s not my ex.” She was nothing. She never had been and here he was getting himself into the same situation with another woman. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

Evangeline

"right. sorry. i just don't really know how to refer to her I guess." she muttered.. the mood had been ruined again, and that's not what she wanted. "ok. we can go home." she said touching his chest lightly. "i do want to be with you Joon. I just want to take things slow okay? But the goal is to one day be able to call you my boyfriend." she said to him."you know...if that's what you want too I mean."

Joon Woo

“Slow is okay but I don’t-“He stopped not sure how to tell her he didn’t want to used again. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that someday.” Joon admitted, placing his hand over hers on his chest. “We don’t have to leave.”

Evangeline

“are you sure? If you’re not up to it, it’s really okay.” She said to him, a small smile on her face. “I just want to be with you. Where ever you are”

Joon Woo

“I don’t want to have to pretend again.” He told her simply, wrapping his fingers around her hand. “Once we get back to campus we have to go our separate ways.”

Evangeline

“it’s only for the semester. Next one I’ll get assigned a new sponsee and we can be together. We can figure out something about neith. It won’t be forever.” She said. But was she trying to convince him? Or her? “Okay.” She nodded. “Let’s go eat.”

Joon Woo

“You won’t have me after this semester?” Joon raised a brow in confusion. He was still figuring out how things worked at the school. “Okay,” he took her hand in his intertwining their fingers and walking back to the restaurant.

Evangeline

Evie shook her head. “Different hero kids get assigned to provide different perspectives. Because of my upbeat attitude, I’m only assigned to first semester students.” She explained. They walked back into the restaurant, where Luka was still hanging out. She didn’t drop Joon’s hand this time. “Luka, this is Joon.” She introduced them and the man smiled. “Pleased to meet you. I hope everything is alright.” He replied. Evie smiled wide, happy someone she cared for knew about them.

Joon Woo

“Oh,” he nodded the disappointment evident in his tone. It was better for them so they didn’t get in trouble but part of him was still sad not to have an excuse to see her everyday. “You too. I just wasn’t feeling well.” Joon explained with a lie, squeezing Evie’s hand lightly.

Evangeline

“What is it?” She asked him lowly. After a few niceties, Luka took his leave and Evie and joon sat at the table. “He likes you.” She smiled at joon from the other side.

Joon Woo

"Nothing," he told her. Joon had already opened up so much to her, it was exhausting. He just needed to keep some things to himself like he was used to. "You don't know that." He picked the menu up, browsing to see if anything caught his eye.

Evie

she let it go, not wanting to pry. this date had more turns than a rollercoaster, but she was still glad she was on it. “Yeah I do.” She said confidently. “As sure as the sky is blue.”

Joon Woo

"How?" He questioned, eyes scanning over the menu until they landed on something that caught his interest. Setting down the menu, he looked at Evie.

Evie

"Because when you're close to someone, you learn their signs. How their body language leaves clues to how they really feel." Evie answered him. She already knew what she was going to order considering she got the same thing every time.

Joon Woo

“Okay. Well maybe he does and maybe he doesn’t. It only matters if you do.” When the waiter walked up, Joon ordered his food.

Evie

Evie smiled ordering her food as well before going into a comfortable silence. She smiled, her imagination taking off as she gazed at the other customers. imagining what they may have been talking about. who they were outside of the small booths of the restaurant.

Joon Woo

Joon watched as Evie looked around the restaurant, his eyes focused on her. He took her features in, examine every inch of her face. She was beautiful - more beautiful than Neith could ever hope to be.

Evie

Finally snapping back into reality when their salads arrived Evie blinked a few times, gaze turning back to Joon. He was watching her, something she hadn't been expecting and she flushed. "so uhm....have you ever been outside the states? other than korea?"

Joon Woo

Glancing at the waiter, he nodded before grabbing his fork and stabbing at the greens. “No,” he shook his head. “I left Korea to come here and now you see where I ended up. I’ve only ever been here and Korea. Have you anywhere else?”

Evie

"I did an exchange student program when I was in Japan. It's how I even got into UA here. " she explained. "Other than that I haven't left the west coast really."

Joon Woo

“What did you think of Japan?” Joon asked, poking around his salad with his fork mindlessly

Evie

“Oh it was amazing. I’d love to go back someday.”

Joon Woo

"Do you plan to after you graduate?"

Evie

“Maybe but not forever. “ she answered. “This is my home, but I’d love to travel and see different things. Learn about different cultures and people. You know?” She shrugged. “What about you? What do you want to do after graduation?”

Joon Woo

Joon nodded, understanding what she meant. “I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it. Maybe I’ll go back to Korea or maybe I’ll stay here.”

Evie

”Do you miss Korea?” She wondered. “I heard it’s beautiful.”

Joon Woo

“No,” he admitted. There was nothing left for him in Korea. The only person that tied him back there was at UA now. “The rich parts are.”

Evie

“Well then maybe you can come with me. We can backpack and see the world together.” She said not thinking. “You uh, know not that I’ve thought about that for anything.”

Joon Woo

Joon hid his smile, looking down at his uneaten salad bowl. “Maybe I will if you want the company.”

Evie

“oh you know me...I always need someone to listen to my idiotic rambling.” She said before stuffing her mouth with salad. *stop talking Evangeline before he thinks you’re crazy. * she thought to herself.

Joon Woo

"Your rambling isn't idiotic," He shook his head at her. He wished she saw herself the way he did or the way he was starting to rather. She was more than the annoying girl who had followed him around his first day.

Evie

“well at least someone thinks so.” She smiled. It was nice. When she was younger she used to be told to hush constantly. The amount of energy she put out always too much for people. A few moments later their food arrived and she let out a low “yesssss!”. “If this isn’t the best Italian you’ve ever had I shall renounce my position as a hero.” She said seriously.

Joon Woo

When their food arrived, Joon pushed his salad bowl away. He was happy to have real food instead of the rabbit food that had preciously sat in front of him. “I’m sure it will be the best.” He said, confidently taking a bite. The taste him palate all at once and it took everything in him not to gag. Chewing his way through it, he smiled at her. It was the worst italian he had ever had but he was going to lie about it so Evie wouldn’t give up her title.

Evie

Evie smiled, taking a bite of her own food once she saw he liked it. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she stood up. “It’s my mom. I’ll be right back.” She said kissing his head and walking towards the exit to be able to hear better.

Joon Woo

As soon as Evie was far enough away, Joon scrapped the food off his plate and into his large cotton napkin. Tossing it over his shoulder, it landed in another customer’s lap. Making a scene, the man shouted getting up, unsure of where it came from

Evie

“okay mama. Bye-woah.” Evie said as she walked back to the table, a very angry man shouting as he pushed past her. “What was that about?” She asked rubbing her arm as she sat down. “Oh you’re already done? You must have been hungry.” She giggled.

Joon Woo

Joon shrugged innocently, pretending like he didn’t know anything. “Starving.” He rubbed his stomach, patting it softly.

Evie

“oh well I’ll just get a to go box and we can leave then.” She nodded. She wasn’t that hungry.

Joon Woo

“I don’t mind waiting.” He told her. “Is everything okay?” Joon asked in reference to the phone call

Evie

“oh yeah. She wanted me to come home this weekend.” She said rolling her eyes. “Some hot shot coming to the casino and she wanted to make sure the house won. I told her no. “ her voice was colder than normal.  “I kinda lost my appetite it’s okay I can have it for dinner later.” She said waving down the waiter.

Joon Woo

“Are you going to?” He questioned curiously. “Oh. Why not?” Brows furrowing together, he tried to read her unsuccessfully. Something was wrong. “Okay, do you want to go back?”

Evie

“we’ve got a complicated relationship.” She answered him. “I don’t want to but I’m sort of out of ideas for things for us to do today.” She shrugged.

Joon Woo

He nodded, not pushing it any further. They weren’t at the point of asking questions like that, nor was this the place. “Is there a park nearby?”

Evie

Evie nodded, finger tapping on her chin. “Uhm...yeah actually. A few blocks down.“ she answered him.

Joon Woo

“Can we go?” He asked hopefully

Evie

“yeah of course.” She nodded , double checking the location. “ yeah it’s a 5 minute walk. I’m game. I don’t know the last time I went to a park.”

Joon Woo

“I’ll meet you outside then. Okay?” He smiled at her, wanting to pay without any protest

Evie

she opened her mouth to protest but knew better than to argue. “Okay.” She smiled standing up. As ordered she went outside, patiently waiting for him.

Joon Woo

Joon asked for a box and the check. Receiving h, he put her food in the box and paid for their food before tipping and walking out. “Hello gorgeous.”

Evie

Evie hummed to herself as she waited for joon. She spaced out and jumped a little when his voice was in her ears. “Hello handsome.” She saved herself, turning and pecking him momentarily. “It’s that way.” She said nodding towards the direction of the park.

Joon Woo

Joon grinned as she pecked him. “Then let’s go.” Taking her hand in his free one, he started off in the direction she pointed. “I got a box for your food.” He showed her.

Evie

“oh ! Thanks babe. I completely forgot.I’m such a space cadet.” she said tapping her forehead with her free palm.

Joon Woo

“What does that mean?” Joon asked in confusion, not sure about the expression.

Evie

“oh it just means like...I’m spaced out. Forgetful. My dad used to say it all the time.” She explained sheepishly, scratching the back of her neck. “I have a lot of weird sayings.”

Joon Woo

“What other sayings do you have?” He wanted to know everything about her.

Evie

“Oh I don’t know. They kind of happen in the moment.” She blushed embarrassed. “Atticus always says I have my own language.”

Joon Woo

“I guess I’ll have to wait then.” He said, squeezing her hand softly. Reaching the park, he found a bench and sat down with her.

Evie

“guess so.” She chuckled. standing at at least a half foot shorter than him, snuggling into joon on the bench was a simple task. She sat down, tucked under his arm, head resting on his shoulder. Her free hand trailed up and down his arm. It was a beautiful day, and she was happy to get a break from her schedule. “This was a good idea.”

Joon Woo

Joon leaned over, kissing her forehead. “I’m glad you can’t do this to me on campus.” He whispered, knowing it would only make his feelings grow for her faster if she could do things like this all the time. “I wasn’t ready to go back.”

Evie

“do what to you?” She said with an amused look on her face. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her head. “Me either. We should just hide here forever.”

Joon Woo

“This,” he gestured to her, leaning against him. “I wish we could but they’ll come look for us and then I’ll have to go to prison.”

Evie

“and what’s so wrong with this?” She teased him. She threw her legs between his, turning to face him. “Is this better?” She giggled. “Nope. I’d break you out. We could be on the run. Away from the world! Bonnie and Clyde!” She laughed .

Joon Woo

“Nothing is wrong with it.” He smirked at her small figure. “Much better.” Joon said, taking his arm to pull her onto his lap. “You? A hero?”

Evie

Evie smiled as he pulled her onto his lap, looking around to make sure people weren’t watching them. “What? You think I couldn’t do it?” She teased him, eye brow raising in challengez

Joon Woo

“I don’t think you would risk being a hero for me.” He told her honestly. It wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth it.

Evie

“okay you’ve got me there. But it’s not cause you aren’t worth it. I’ve just been working towards this for a long time.” She answered him. “What about your bad boy? Would you go good for me?”

Joon Woo

“I’m not. It’s fine, Evie.” He reassured her. Joon had never been worth that kind of sacrifice and he didn’t expect that to change anytime soon. “I’m here.”

Evie

“hey. That’s not true okay? Everyone is worth saving. Everyone.” She said seriously, hand touching his cheek lightly. “And in so happy you are.” She smiled, arms wrapping around to hug him.

Joon Woo

“Not me,” he told her just a seriously. He had done enough bad in his life to be locked up and deserve it. Hugging her back, he kissed her cheek.

Evie

“yes you. Stop that.” She said as her eyes bore into his.   “I’ll spend every waking moment providing to you that you are. You’re not you’re past.” She said softly. He kissed her cheek and she resisted the urge to turn her head. They were in plain view and she didn’t need that engine started, especially since she was still commando.

Joon Woo

“Maybe I am my past.” He suggested, not sure why he was pushing it. Part of him strongly believed he would never change from the villain he once was but Evie made things easier.

Evie

“then that’s a choice. Your choice. the past is a part of you. But it’s not what makes you who you are. What you choose to do each day, thats what does. ” She muttered, eye brows furrowing in frustration. She crossed her arms, not in a tantrum way but in a closing up way.

Joon Woo

“So then what am today? I chose you.” He frowned as she seemed to move inwards, wrapping his arms full around her. “Hey come back.”

Evie 

I’m serious.” She said not wanting her words to turn into a flirtation. She needed him to understand. He wrapped his arms around her and she closed her eyes, letting the feeling calm her. “I didn’t go anywhere.” She said softly.

Joon Woo

“I know and I’m trying to change but it’s not who I am.” He sighed, leaning his head into the crook of her neck. “You did.” Joon whispered, placing a soft kiss on her neck.

Evie

“i know I just....” She trailed off not really sure what she was trying to do. She got so passionate about things sometimes her mouth spoke before her brain could catch up.  “Where did I go then?” She asked.

Joon Woo

“You just what?” He questioned, encouraging her to go on. “You disappeared. I don’t know where you went but it wasn’t here. I could see it in your eyes.”

Evie

“I just want you to not think you don’t have any choice. I want you to be happy. Really happy. So happy you can’t contain it and it overflows out of you.” She said  hoping the words matched what she hoped for him. “I didn’t know you paid that much attention to me.

Joon Woo

“I’m happy here with you.” Joon told her, not sure hot to show her exactly how he felt. “You must not be very observant.” Was all he said, kissing her neck again before pulling back to look at her.

 Evie

  yes. But are you happy with you?” She asked him. She didn’t want to be his only source of happiness. It wasn’t good for him, but also a lot of pressure for her. She knew from experience. “I am. I just I don’t know, I guess im used to being looked at but not seen.”

 Joon Woo

 Joon didn’t respond to her question, not wanting to lie but not sure how to respond. He wasn’t happy with himself nor was he sure he would ever be. “do you want to be seen?”

 Evie

“exactly. But that’s what I want for you. One day.” She said when he didn’t answer her. “I think everyone does in their own way.” She answered, toying with his fingers .

Joon Woo

Joon nodded. He wanted it too but it felt like a far off dream. “I see you.” He said, catching her hand and kissing it.

Evie

Evie turned. a deep red at his words. It was probably the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her. Especially while kissing her hand. “Where have you been all my life?” She thought outloud.

 Joon Woo

“In Korea.” He chuckled, happy to see her blushing. Joon was proud that he was able to make that happen. “Where have you been all of mine?”

Evie

“oh gods I said that out loud” she wanted to sink into a whole. She took her hands and covered her face. “In Vegas.” She answered muffled by her hands.

Joon Woo

Joon reached up to try and remove her hands from her face. “Don’t hide. I’m glad you aren’t in Vegas anymore.”

Evie

Evie let him pull her hands down, looking at him through her lashes. “Me too.” She smiled shaking off her embarrassment. Joon never made her feel bad about being herself.

Joon Woo

“Do you miss it though?” He questioned, placing a soft kiss on her nose

Evie

“sometimes. I mean it’s my home. But so is UAU.” She shrugged, scrunching up her nose as he kissed it. He was tactile it was surprising with how stoic he usual was. “Maybe I’ll take to you one day. If you’re a good boy.” She giggled, sticking her tongue out playfully.

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Hebiichigo Head canons

not many NSFW this time. i kinda have more on her but ill maybe put that in a part 2 or something

Girl is weird. Like not fun weird. like into taxidermy and” do you want to see my collection of broken wing mirrors “weird.

Defiantly the oldest member of the stripe squad despite her size and she wont let them forget it

She acts like a grandma and uses phrases like “back in my day”

Even though she is at max 9 months older than everyone else

Unsurprisingly she is into needlepoint, felting and sewing. She really loves stabbing stuff 1000+ times and calling it art  . she and deidara would get along because murder art friends

Very cynical and jaded. Her eyes aren’t naturally that semi-circle shape, theyve just gone like that over the years because shes always staring at people with faint suspicion

Sort of lowkey depressed her whole life. Would be the first to make that “you wana die? Um kinda” joke.

I think shes got some sort of skin thing going on under her big baggy jumper. Im not sure if its dermatillomania and therefore a mental thing or something more physical and closer to psoriasis. Either way the lack of sunlight and vitamin D available in Kiri means it just refuses to heal .

She scratches her itchy skin constantly which is no end of annoying to people, particularly ichrota. You can usually find her by listening for a faint “scritch scritch scritch” noise .

There have been windows broken and rooms destroyed because hebii insisnts on scratching and Ichirota insists its not sanitary and she needs to stop

She bites her nails too which is just extra ick, no wonder her skin won’t heal.

She’d sooner go naked than wear anything tight or form fitting. 90% of her wardrobe is black turtle neck sweaters

Despite being sadistic as all hell she has a lot of touch aversion and cant stand being in pain. Hence why she prefers to fight from a distance.

She is terrified of seagulls and pretty much all ocean birds. They seem to hold special hatred for her as every time she goes out she gets attacked by one.

She also holds special hate/fear in her heart for horses. THEYRE BIG AND THEYRE BITE-Y, SHUT UP ICHIROTA.

Refuses to go easy on the black eyeliner/lipstick  regardless of how chapped her lips are or how many times shes gotten pink eye from sleeping in her makeup

Unlike a lot of small people she loves to be picked up and carried. Kiri is a big place and she has short legs and all this revolution takes a lot of walking

For the sake of argument im going to say shes NOT directly related to kushimaru. Maybe in the same clan but hes defiantly not her dad.

Her parents aren’t actually even ninja. Theyre lawyers ( or the ninja world equivilant) hebiichigo is another of the stripe squad with parents who are wealthy enough to give her  whatever she wanted but kind of let her down in the love department.

Hebiichigos parents didn’t really plan her. Now that shes around they see her as a bit of a nuisance ( but theyre not cruel enough to tell her that)  they went on vacations without her, disapeare for weeks on business trips without as much as note on the fridge and never attend any of her important events( graduations, birthdays, treason trial etc)

Even when she calls them, crying her eyes out to come and defend her after the field trip incident they don’t treat her like their daughter. They treat her like a client : cold and matter of factly . even on the car ride home ( they did manage to get her released on bail) they don’t try to console her or even find out why she did what she did.

I have big feels about the stripe squads families but ive gone on enough here

Hebiichigo was mostly raised by nannies and maids who never really cared for her, they were just doing their job.  I suppose thats why she doesn’t really know how to care about people now.

She is the stripe squads best drinker. Loves sake and whisky neat. Never really gets all that drunk mind you.

She does however get bad hangovers. Every time it happens she swears shes getting too old for this shit and promises not to do it again.

Her drinking buddy was buntan before she gave it up

She also likes to have a casual smoke with her on the roof of their hideout. Hebiichigo is a much heavier smoker than buntan but she is trying to cut down.

She actually needs glasses. They really help her with her long range fighting . as shes gotten older shes tried to make the move to contact lenses with moderate success. If shes just lounging around the hideout she’ll probably be wearing her glasses.

Her favourite food is tea. Any kind of tea. If she hasn’t got a sword in her hand ( or a dirty novel) she will likely be drinking a cup of tea.

Her least favourite is anything greasy. She hates fried food or even anything with oil in it. She claims it upsets her stomach but everyone suspects shes just being picky

NSFW below the cut

Girl loves BL, Yuri and hardcore hentai manga. They are stacked floor to ceiling in her bedroom. She left one of the more questionable titles sitting on the coffee table one time and Kyoho read it. Hes never quite recovered and visibly flinches every time he sees her reading.

She prefers not to put a particular label on her sexuality. Girl is game for just about anything: boys girls, solo or otherwise. She is also up for just about any kink as long as shes the one in control.

Hebiichigo is perverse to an insane degree. Even buntan, the girl who knows everything there is to know about sex , gets confused by some of Hebiichigos dirty jokes.

Even though they’re best buds/gal pals now hebii and buntan did not get off to a good start. Hebiichigo decided to introduce herself by grabbing buntans breasts from behind. Buntan then as now being utterly repulsed by sexual contact responded by daggering Hebiichigo in the face. She now has a tiny scar on her forehead that she hides with her bangs.

Buntan took to calling her Hebitchigo for quite some time till they discovered a shared love of putting other people down

[tokyoteddywolf]

A Blue CatAstrophe Ch.2

Fluffy yet angsty :) enjoy!

Ch.1

Pidge didn't know what to make of the tiny, shorthaired kitten in her arms. She cradled it close and carried it out of Blue, and was surprised when the Lion made a growl of faint protest, but settled back down. Probably misses her pilot, the Green Paladin mused to herself as she made her way from the hangars. Keith was attempting to console Shiro and Hunk, as they both had really cared about Lance. Pidge missed him too, he was like a brother to her. He couldn't take Matt's place, but he did try his best to treat her right, even if she snapped at him. She deflated at that thought. Maybe if she hadn't been such a brat, or had been a little more kind to him, maybe he wouldn't have blown up at the meeting this morning.

She remembered them all taking off after Lance once they'd felt the intense pain coming through the Paladin Bond, vividly recalling the fear she'd felt when they heard Blue's panicked roar as they landed on-planet, and knew something was wrong. Green had pinpointed the location and Black and Yellow took off immediately, the others close behind. She remembered gasping and hearing the “Holy quiznak...” from Keith over the comms as they came upon a field of blue-white iced flowering trees, covering everything within a ten-mile radius from the center, which was where Blue was curled up in on herself, like she was shielding something from the outside. Her particle barrier was up, too.

Pidge had to use her plant beam to grow vines over Blue's barrier so that Black and Yellow could tow her back to the Castle. But Blue had refused to open up once in her Hangar, even when faced with Black. Was Lance really that upset? But then Black stopped growling and made a very concerning noise, and Green suddenly showed her a terrifying image; an empty, blood splattered cockpit and a ripped up jacket scattered into pieces all over the floor and a familiar voice screaming in pain. Black, Yellow and Red must have shown the others the same thing, because Shiro was calling for Lance with a desperate voice she didn't even know the Black Paladin even possessed.

The sick feeling of dread in her stomach evolved into nausea once they'd gotten inside and found that the pilot seat was exactly as it was in the image; smears and drops of blood scattered over the leathery fabric and dashboard, and Lance's jacket and clothes, torn to pieces and tossed about like confetti. She felt her body go cold and the blood in her face drain away. Lance wasn't here. Her brother figure was gone. This was almost like when Shiro had gone missing, but worse because they had proof that Lance was hurt during whatever had happened to him, and possibly alive because there wasn't enough blood to signify that he'd been killed.

Then she'd heard the mewing, and stepped closer to find the source, and ended up with this kitten. The poor thing seemed exhausted, already asleep and faintly purring, tucked into the crook of her arm. She traced the light brown swirls all over the tiny felines back, the soft purr she got in response was enough for her lips to tug up in a faint smile. She took it to the main control room, where Allura was waiting. “Well? Did you find Lance?” The Princess demanded, looking faintly pale and concerned, Coran hovering nearby, which was understandable since he and Lance were very close, like a space uncle and his nephew, best friends. Pidge shook her head sadly. “No… we found his jacket and his clothes that were all torn up...and,” She swallowed thickly around the sudden lump in her throat. “Blood. There wasn't a lot, but there was enough to indicate he'd been pretty badly injured by whatever got to him before we did… the place where we found Blue was covered in ice. Blue didn't look hurt at all, so we don't really understand what happened other than something took Lance and Blue freaked out enough to use her ice cannon...” She explained, shifting the sleeping kitten in her arms a little.

Allura deflated visibly, Coran's face also falling into one of devastation. “So then, Lance is currently missing and we have no idea what happened other than what you have just told me… and what is that you are holding? Is that a dangerous creature, and where did you get it from?” She asked, straightening up and staring at the fluffball curiously, though it was tinged with sadness. “Oh, it's something we have on Earth. It's a kitten, sort of like a lion but very tiny and less deadly and we keep them as pets because of how cute they are, and also because they provide comfort...” Pidge said, motioning Allura closer with her free hand and guiding the Altean's hand down the soft fur along the spine of the sleeping feline, Allura smiling softly as she felt the warm life under her palms.

Pidge noted the sound of the other Paladins entering the room behind her, and spoke up again. “I was thinking about calling him Azul. I checked earlier, it's a boy. We did find him in the Blue Lion, and he's got blue eyes, and Lance was- is Cuban, so…” She trailed off as Keith moved closer, gently rubbing his finger along the base of Azul's right ear, scratching gently. The corner of his mouth twitched up and he nodded at Pidge. “Azul… means Blue in Spanish, right? I think it's a good name.” The Red Paladin murmured, still upset over the loss of his friend and teammate.

Hunk voiced agreement from behind her, and Shiro merely hummed quietly to acknowledge it. “I think we should all go get some rest. Tomorrow, we shall return to the ice field where you found the Blue Lion and try to find any clues as to where Lance could have gone.” Allura spoke, returning to General Mode. Pidge nodded and made her way to her room, still cradling Azul. “Alright Azul, I think a quick nap is in order after today.” She whispered, smiling at the ear twitch the baby kitty gave in return. She opened her door and walked over to sit on the bed, curling up around the tiny life in her arms, placed her glasses on the dresser next to her mattress, and drifted off.

Pidge woke up, slightly disoriented, and sat up, looking around. No kitten in sight. Then, had it been a dream…? Lance was still here, right? Making jokes and laughing and grumbling at her to go to bed after she'd been up 'til midnight working on a lead to find her lost family and-

A mew shook her out of her thoughts, and a tiny paw, the pads slightly cool and rubbery, patted her cheek from her other side. Oh. Azul had moved above her head. That's why she hadn't seen him. Her face felt wet. Oh, she was crying. Sniffling, she scooped up the little ball of fluff and cried into his chocolate colored fur. “I- I miss Lance.” She choked out, as Azul mewed worriedly.

She cried for a little while before settling into soft hiccups and sniffles. Azul purred in concern and butted his head against her cheek, and she smiled and ran her hands over his fur. It was soft and silky and reminded her of that one time she'd gone on a school field trip to a chocolate factory where she'd seen factory workers mix the dark cocoa mix with milk and sugar and stirred it until it was milk chocolate, light brown and smooth.

Azul's back looked like a pot of chocolate in the middle of mixing, dark and light brown swirls all over and trailed off into straight stripes towards his middle and legs, and a pale soft brown underbelly. “I would have named you Cocoa, but Azul seemed a better choice because we found you in Blue's cockpit.” Pidge said, holding the kitten up in front of her so that her own golden brown eyes could lock onto those ocean blue ones. Azul tipped his head to the side and chirped at the Green Paladin, tail swishing. She set him down and patted around for her glasses, rubbing her eyes.

Azul jumped up on her dresser and batted the frames towards her searching hand, and she smiled gratefully at the little creature. “Thanks Azul. I think we should see what we can feed you, since there isn't exactly any space cat food around for you to have.” She said, scooping him up and moving off towards the kitchen, where Hunk would hopefully have something for their new addition to eat.

// im leaving this here, since chapter 3 is more Lance POV feat Shiro! Did I do okay with Pidge's POV? I hope I did. This is slightly fluffy and a lot more angsty than planned, but oh well! Hope you enjoyed~!

[noonmutter]

Torches

They’d already gotten loud enough to be heard from inside. Leon sighed and tucked his schoolwork into his bag; he wasn’t going to get it done before bed anyway, even without the commotion out there. If they’d already gotten to this point, it was going to be one of the messy ones. He was already pulling on his boots when mum rapped her knuckles on the bedroom door. Flashing her a small, knowing smile, he said nothing, only waited.

Her smile was strained, the way it always was when she--”I’m sorry, Leon, but I need you t’go get some thin’s from Cauber’s up th’ way before they’re off for the night. Kin y’do that for me? Did up a list.”

“Sure, mum.” Cauber’s was all the way down the hill, at least an hour for the trip; it must’ve been worse than he thought. His smile wavered slightly, but mum’s didn’t. Never did, even though they both knew it was a front. Buttoning up his shirt, Leon crossed his room to give his weary mother a short, tight hug before she pressed money into his hand and gave him a gentle shove toward the front door.

“G’on, it’s already late.”

A sudden, loud crash made them both wince, and Leon was given no chance to protest before Mum left, marching out grimly to deal with Terry and dad. As always, he wanted to follow her, to help somehow, but that always ended one way: With mum demonstrating that she was every ounce as sturdy and strong as her husband, condensed into a smaller package (not “denser” if he valued his life), and forcing him to go anyway.

So he left, with a bit of torn cloth tucked into his ears so he couldn’t hear the shouting.

Surprising no one, the list mum had given him was for things Cauber’s didn’t carry until summer. Though the shopkeep was a little frustrated, he’d already cottoned to the pattern, so he didn’t chide Leon too harshly when all the teenager wound up buying was a little parcel of sweets for the house. He lingered for quite some time by the little assortment of liquors at the back, but decided against it. It wasn’t a good idea. Cauber’d already said he wouldn’t sell to him until he at least had some stubble going anyway.

By the time he’d gotten back up to the house it was well past dark, and silence had fallen over the stead. Normally, he thought of that as a good thing, but the air still felt uncomfortable, and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The moment he came around the front, he froze.

Mum was lying halfway out the door, immobile. After a moment’s panic, Leon got hold of himself and ran to her, finally breathing again when he found her pulse, good and strong. Unconscious, not dead, though there was a knot forming on the back of her head that was going to be ugly come morning. Carefully, he carried her into his room, not sure where Terry or dad were and not sure what he’d have done if he’d found them before he’d seen to her.

Leon had just finished putting together a cold pack for mum’s head when he heard footsteps, and with the fireplace poker in hand--good solid iron--he stepped out to meet them.

Terry was dirty, winded, carrying a rifle, and wild-eyed. He was also clearly skittish, jumping when he turned away from the door and found his little brother staring him down.

“Leroy! Where’s mum?”

“My bed. What th’fuck ‘appened?”

“Me ‘n’ dad were--well, y’know. We were.” He gave a one-armed shrug. “Started gettin’ in m’ face, tellin’ me ‘bout ‘is roof ‘n’ rules, tha’ kinna shit--”

“What happened to mum, Terry?”

Blinking at the unfamiliar sound of Leon holding back one hell of a rage, Terry raised his hands palms-out. “Dad grew a pair an’ threw a punch, I threw one back, we’re gettin’ into it an’ mum... well, she ‘ad bad timin’n’--AAFUCK Leon what th’fuck?!”

The poker made a satisfying sound when it struck, with as much force behind it as Leon could safely manage. It still nearly broke the bigger teen’s arm, and Leon dropped it from his shaking hand immediately after. Aside from Terry’s labored breathing while he tried to ignore his arm going painfully numb, they were both quiet. Leon was the one to finally break the silence.

“Where’s dad?”

“Saw mum ‘it th’ ground, went pale, ran off.”

“An’ you?”

“Dad wasn’t...right. An’ runnin’ ain’t like ‘im, y’know tha’. Mum was okayDON’T--”

Leon had crouched to pick up the poker when Terry shouted, and he privately delighted in the way his big brother cringed. It was rare to see him being the cowed one. He shook his head after a moment and kicked the poker down the hall a ways behind him, rather than lifting it like he’d intended. Terry settled almost immediately, and moved on as though nothing had happened.

“Mum was okay, just gonna be sore, ‘n’ I di’n’t wanna lose ‘im. ‘E’s a prick ‘n’all but not a let-’im-stumble-’round-in-th’-’ills-at-night-when-’e’s-gone-barmy prick. Y’d think I could find a big lumb’rin’ jackass like ‘im pretty easy, but ‘e lost me at th’creek. Never knew dad could ‘oof it tha’ fast. So I came back fer mum. ‘E wants t’fuck off ‘n’ risk it, let ‘im.”

Mulling it over for a moment--and trying not to reach out and punch Terry in the arm he’d hit before--Leon reluctantly agreed. “’E’s a big lad. ‘E’ll prolly be okay. Mum might be concussed.”

Terry nodded and pulled off his gloves (wincing the whole time). “Get some tea started, I’ll try ‘n’ wake ‘er up.” Not waiting for Leon to respond, Terry headed for their room.

Leon realized the front door was still open, sighed and moved to close it. As he did, he heard a rustling outside, and looked up. A moment later, a pair of eyes glinted just past the edge of the light from the hallway. There was a low, deceptively soft growl and Leon froze. 

Softly, he said ‘Terry.’ He didn’t get a response from anyone except the animal outside, who growled again, a bit louder. It was nearly impossible to make out details, but the owner of those eyes and voice seemed awfully large. Leon was almost certain he wouldn’t be able to get the door shut in time if it lunged, with as little distance as it needed to cover.

Risking a bit more volume, he tried again. “Terry.”

"What?” Poking his head out into the hall with a perturbed expression, Terry almost asked something else, but the question died on his lips when he saw how Leon was standing--rigid, tense, hands hovering as dead still as they could. Drawing his bowie knife, Terry spoke as calmly as he could while he cursed a blue streak in his head for leaving his rifle by the door.

“...Back up. Slowly. Keep yer eyes on ‘im.”

It was the most painful two steps of his life, moving backwards at a pace that would make glaciers flash their brights. Halfway through the second step, the animal growled again, louder.

It reached out one limb and Leon had time to register that there wasn’t a paw on the end, but a huge black hand with claws as long as his fingers.

Time stopped as Terry shouted for him to run.

Mum was crying. Mum was crying. Another soft, male voice he couldn’t pin down was saying something he couldn’t understand, probably trying to console her. Leon’s eyes snapped open and he sat up about a quarter of an inch before his left side caught fire, forcing an undignified gasp out of him.

He was in bed. His bed, probably. They’d left one of the candles lit on the bedside table, but otherwise the room was empty and dim. Gingerly, he touched his ribs and felt a slightly damp bandage, finding his fingers stained a faint red when he held them to the candlelight.

Stubbornly Leon tried several times to sit up, but pain beat him back down each time. When he felt tears hit his chest he finally gave up and raised his voice, startled by how weak and raspy it was.

“...mum?...”

No response. He tried again, but couldn’t get his voice above a ragged whine. Out of sheer frustration, he picked up the candle, blew it out, and threw it at the wall. The thump was loud enough to at least startle the people outside into silence, and a moment later footsteps hurried to the door and pushed it open.

The room was flooded with light, and his vision swam as mum hugged him agonizingly tight, babbling more than a little. He’d never heard her do that, and, a tad woozily, he wondered who had died.

She was pried off of him to reveal dad standing behind her, looking worn but relieved. “Y’came close t’scarin’ us, lad.” An understatement if ever there was one, but his dad never admitted he had emotions when he could avoid them. “Damned lucky Terry got a shot off an’ ran ‘im off.” Graeme started to say something else, but his wife slapped his shoulder and glared through bloodshot eyes up at him. She did not need or want to hear how close she’d come to having at least one dead son.

“...what ‘appened...? Wasn’a wolf...”

Bettany Ambroce turned her red, puffy face back to her son’s battered form, and looked nearly ready to start bawling all over again. Her voice wavered as she said, “...We need t’talk about some things, peanut...”

“Need another ten coppers, sir.”

“...sorry, what? Sorry.”

“Ten more coppers, sir. You’re short.” 

Leon looked down at the invoice in his hand, blinking, then laughed weakly and dug in his purse. “Sorry, bruv. Must still be asleep, hey?”

“I know the feeling. Chilly morning, too much fog; good time to sleep in if we only could!” Counting out his coins again, the courier nodded in satisfaction. “That’ll do you for another week I think, sir.”

“Get a nap on my be’alf, hey?”

With a bit of a grin, the fellow tipped his hat. “Gladly. ‘Bye!”

Leon stood in the doorway of the Cookbook with his delivery for a little while after he was alone, absently folding up the invoice into as tiny a square as he could. Eventually, his eyes wandered down the cobbles to take in the late morning fog still curling its way across the city, and he sighed. Reaching for the cart handle, he paused, then picked up a little paper-and-string package off the very top of the pile and unwrapped it. 

He was glad he could still find Cauber’s sweets, even if it did risk bringing old wounds to mind.

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N O T  M Y  L E A D E R ❦ l a n c e

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+ genre: established relationship; angst; fluff

+ summary:  Could you please write something where Lance's insecurities hit him again (like in the blade of marmora scene where Keith goes instead of him) and he goes away and the reader sees him crying? Fluff and a bit of angst pls 😘

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It had been a month after Shiro’s disappearance and the role of leadership had to shift. Keith was opted for Shiro’s position as leader as per the MIA paladins wishes were. Allura then took over controls of the Red Lion like her father. The Red Lion was hard to control when it had formed such a well link to Keith that after a week they had to switch lions instead. The Black Lion was much more responsive to Allura’s position in that respect.

Keith kept his leader roll though.

Lance wasn’t too thrilled with this feeling. He thought he was better fit for the role of leader than the hot-headed galra boy who barely had his shit together. Lance often came running to you in his complaints, although you knew there was so much more to his struggles than just what he said.

“Alright, boys, time to form Voltron,” Keith called. It was back to step one, just like the first days of Voltron. They found a deserted planet and practiced their transformation. There was no way they could save Shiro if they couldn’t even form Voltron.

“Um, Keith, there are two girls on this team now,” Allura stated stiffly as she flew her lion rigidly and practically. She did not fit in with the younger Paladins who were used to having their individuality in the group.

“Well, I don’t really care, you could call me a fruit roll up for all I care,” Pidge replied into their mic, pushing their glasses up on their nose.

“Pidge, I care, so… get over it,” Allura scoffed.

“Guys… I mean, ahhh-- What do you want me to say, Allura?!” Keith shouted, slamming his fists onto the console.

“I-- Well, I don’t know.”

“Suck it up then,” he sighed, turning his attention to the missing lions. “Lance? Hunk?” he shouted, even angrier into his mic.

“Ye-Yeah?” Hunk asked through his bubbling laughter.

“Where are you two? We need to be training?!”

“Relax, Keith. We’re not going to get anywhere if you keep yelling at us, Keith,” Lance said, his smooth voice pissing Keith off far more than Hunk’s stupid laughter.

Keith’s eyebrow twitched slightly, “Lance, we’re not going to get anywhere if you keep relaxing!”

“Uh, guys, I think it’s best if you come back,” Coran said over their mics.

Keith sighed loudly, nodding his head in an annoyed fashion, “Alright, alright. I guess that’s good for today.”

“Woohoo! Time to go find my girl!” Lance cheered, quickly zipping back to the castle-ship and parking instantly and sliding out of the mouth where you awaited him. He smiled sweetly at you, taking the towel you held out for him. He patted the sweat off his skin.

“How did it go?” you asked him, having stayed behind in the loading bay to work on a few of the weapons for the upcoming battle. You were mechanically adept, but more so with weapons which made you quite the asset to the team.

He grinned cheesily, leaning his face into yours for a quick peck, “Eh, we didn’t form Voltron, but you know Angry Boy,” he shrugged, pulling away from you. You smiled sweetly at him, nodding in understanding.

The other lions landed and the other Paladins along with Allura slid out of their respective lions. The boys and Allura (except Keith) made their way inside chatting amongst each other.

“Lance,” Keith seethed through his teeth, you could see he was more agitated than normal. Lance only ignored him, tossing his used towel behind him so that it landed on Keith’s helmet. The Angry Boy’s veins almost burst out of his skin while Lance quickly took you by the hand and started down the hall but Keith was quick to halt him.

“Lance, you need to start listening to me. I’m your leader now, and we are a team.” Lance could just scoff at his words, rolling his eyes as he didn’t turn around. “Listen Lance, I know you don’t like that I’m leader but Shiro--”

Lance whirled around, you twirling with him as he glared at Keith. “I don’t care what Shiro said. I’ll never accept you as my leader.”

Keith stared in shock at Lance, his eyes wide as Lance turned on his heel without looking back. He didn’t even grab for you to follow along. You stared at Keith with wide eyes as well, before slowly stepping away from the stunned boy and making your way after Lance. He was your boyfriend after all and you could tell he was hurting.

Rushing after Lance who was already out of sight you tried everywhere you could think he could be. His room, Hunk’s room, the kitchen (in case Hunk was there), the control room… but he was nowhere to be found.

You walked around the ship, trying to find him desperately and finally you did. It was slightly heart-warming in your eyes. He sat in the lowest deck of the ship, where a large window was, a step was placed in front of him so you could watch the passing stars and planets while being totally immersed. You smiled slightly until you heard his sniffling.

“Lance?” you whispered.

He turned to look at you with stunned eyes, he must not have thought you’d find him. He turned back to the window, rubbing away the tears from his face before you could see.

“Oh, ____. It’s only you,” he laughed, trying to stand up but his hands were shaking so much it was making him struggle.

“Sit down,” you demanded, he immediately sat, knowing the tone of your voice was serious. You walked over to him, to sit next to him, far enough away to give him space yet close enough for comfort. “What is it?”

Lance took a moment to mull over your question, staying silent. “Keith.”

“Well, obviously,” you scoffed, about to turn your head to him but held yourself back. He appreciated that, he knew you saw how much he needed you yet didn’t want to look weak in front of you.

“He’s just not fit for a leadership role!” Lance exclaimed, throwing his hands out. You could tell he was complaining again and you rolled your eyes at him hiding his emotions. “I think it should be me,” he muttered, looking down at his hands. “I’ve always wanted this, to be the pilot, the one people depend on and yet Keith gets it just like he did at the Garrison. Just like he always does.”

You turned your head to him with drooped eyes and Lance looked to you as well. His eyes were red and he didn’t care now that he was still crying. He didn’t care that his voice had cracked. He just wanted you to understand, to forgive him for his selfishness.

“Do you think Shiro was fit to lead?” you asked him, changing the subject in a way which surprised Lance.

“Of course!”

“Why?”

“Well…”

“Exactly, because he just filled the spot. He was assumed the position based off the lion he was given. He is emotionally unstable, physically unfit, and too emotionally invested in you. None of you are fit to be leaders, not even Keith but he’s been assumed the role so you need to accept him so that you don’t pull down this group because of your feelings towards Keith.”

Lance sighed at your words, turning his head away. He knew you were right.

“Yes, I am right. So, now, you need to go apologize to him,” you told him and he nodded in agreement, standing to his full, lanky height.

“Thank you, ____,” he whispered, leaning down and kissing your forehead before swiftly pushing his lips onto yours. You both stayed in your positions for a few minutes before he parted from you. He smiled smugly at your blushing face and stuffed his hands into his pockets as he left the room to find Keith.

Some time later, as you continued to watch the deserted planet, Voltron appeared in the window, Lance’s leg shaking around as if waving and you laughed in excitement. “Woohoo!” you cheered, pumping your fist as the group had finally managed to get the damned robot to work.

“_____, you should probably get up here,” Coran called over the loudspeaker and you quickly waved to Voltron before leaving the room. You met Coran in the control room where he smiled, and let you stand where he normally stood.

“__-_____?” Lance called through Coran’s loudspeaker.

“Uh, yes? Yes?” you asked, moving closer to the console.

“I just wanted to thank you, for helping us form Voltron. As the assumed leader, we all thank you,” Keith said, a faint smile on his face.

You grinned from ear to ear as they all cheered their thanks before rushing off to practice their fighting skills.

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