#just let me be pathetic in peace god damnit

[7-crows-in-a-trench-coat]

must i be “attractive” and “have a useful skill” and be “a contributing member of society”? is it not enough to wear period clothing and watch cartoons with queer representation?

[zenxvii]

character: kyung-jun x fem!reader

kdrama: night has cone

!!: thoughts are in italics

🫶🏻: lovers to exes, toxic relationships, su!c!de, depressi0n

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“God damnit! I fucking hate you, oh how I wish the mafia would kill you next!” His voice echoed through the hallways and my heart shattered.

“Oh, I’m sorry..” I mumbled as I took few steps back before completely turning around and running away from everyones eyes with tears running from my eyes.

I ran straight to my room and slammed the door shut. I sat on the ground leaning against the door with tears just pouring out of my eyes.

Why did I go back to him. This happens every time.. somehow I can’t get away from him. Why do I let him walk all over me. Why am I so pathetic.

I heard a knock in the door and few voices. I wasn’t sure who was there because of my own sobs blocking my hearing.

- few months back -

“Gosh! y/n you really are so fucking pathetic! Nobody likes you and I only pretend to like you! Like why can’t you just leave me alone or die!” Kyung-Jun spat in my face and I felt terrified.

It wasn’t because of his loud yelling or angry face, it was because he was right. I’m a nobody, nothing. Maybe I shouldn’t live.

- more memories -

“Fuck you!” He yelled and punched me in my face. He had never ever before laid hands on me. This one actually was my fault. I had made an argument about his bullying. I never intended it to start a fight I just wanted to help him.

“I’m sorry.” I said and hid my face.

- back to present -

Of course there was tomes when he was romantic and loving. Like for the time we went to amusement park because I wanted to have a date there and he held my hand in the roller coaster because I was scared.

Or the time when he t up at my door with roses and apologized for the fight from the night before.

“y/n..please open the door.” Now I recognized the voice. It was Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won. “No.” I mumbled thinking they wouldn’t hear me.

I stood up from the floor and walked towards the window. Should I..

Why not, it’s not like he would care. He pretends to card but I know he doesn’t, at least not anymore.

I opened the window and sat down at the window. My legs shivered from the nights cold air. If I do this, I won’t turn like the others. Maybe this would be more peaceful.

“We’re coming in!” Was all I heard with a door opening before pushing myself off with my arms. “Y/N!”

I felt myself falling, It was peaceful. No worries to think about anymore. Just death.

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“l/n y/n was executed by herself.”

“l/n y/n was a civilian”

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Kyung-Jun pov

“l/n y/n was executed by herself.”

What the fuck..

“l/n y/n was a civilian”

I got up and walked away from the cafe towards her room. I noticed her door open and walked in to seen that mansa freak and her friend.

“What the fuck did you do to her!” I demanded to know. “N-Nothing!” Yoon-Seo said but I didn’t believe her. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!” I yelled at them and grabbed Yoon-Seos collar. “Stop it!” Her pathetic friend said but I just pushed her away.

“Last chance. What did you do!” I said and shook her but then people cane running our way and peeled me off of her and held me back. “TELL ME YOU WITCH WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N!”

“She jumped herself.” The mansa said and went to Yoon-Seo. “No she wouldn’t have!” I said and tried to get out of my classmates grasp around me.

“She did and it’s all your fault.” Mansa continued and shook her head. “You are the ine who always manipulated her to love you and then hur her again. Ahe was a kind soul and a person, you destroyed her. You treated her like shit, like she didn’t matter. You made her think that her life was worthless and that she is worthless. You are the ine who kept complaining about her present and wished how she was dead. THIS is all your fault.!”

“You Go Kyung-Jun are the reason whg she is bow dead.”

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I had got out of y/ns room and now I’n at the cafe. I locked the doors and sat down on a chair holding my head in my hands. Fucking y/n.

I never really wanted her to die, I just let my emotions out the wring way. If we’re being honest she was the first girl I’ve ever loved. I loved her but I wasn’t good at showing it. Screw it I was terrible at showing it. I was mean to her so she would leave because I knew in the end I wasn’t good enough for her and would end up hurting her.

And now I had done it. I had hurt her so badly that I actually hurt myself too.

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sorry for the short fic I just wanted to do some angst but not too bad or I’d actually cry.

😞

[dear-heather-gray]

“Front lines”

About: Smut of Kaeya having your services being served in the front lines ;)

🧍‍♀️I might redo this, this is just based on a daydream I had.

Wattpad: Tainted_Desires

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“Oh? It seems you made it on time for once.” The cryo user said, his arms crossed against his broad chest as he stared down at the famous “honorary knight”. “Yes, what did you need my help with?” Y/N said, tilting her head up to face Kaeya. “Well, you see...” He began, pausing soon afterwards as he walked around his desk slowly, almost tauntingly. “The Abyss order has been a bit more active than usual, so I’d like it if you came with me to investigate. After all, maybe you can find more use for me on the front lines. How 'bout it boss?” The traveler blinked, tilting her head before agreeing after silently eyeing the exit. “Haha, just don't feel intimidated by what I can do.” He finished, his lips pulling upwards into a small smirk before he reached for a paper on his desk, soon presenting it to Y/N.

“This right here, is our main suspect. This fire mage, from what we know, has been the one causing all this trouble.” He started to explain. “The odd thing about him? He throws a red shimmery bottle filled with god knows what.” Y/N frowned a bit. “Do we know what exactly it does?” A chuckle passed his lips as he stared down at her. “It’s been making people behave...interesting, to say the least. It’s best we don’t get hit with it ourselves.” With that last bit of information, the two went on their way to confront the fire mage behind the ruckus.

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Upon arriving, Y/N couldn’t help but notice what seemed to be red shimmery slime on the tiles on the bridge. The closer they got to the end of it, the more there was. Speeding up her walk into a light jog, she quickly came to a stop when Kaeya held out his arm, his other hand resting above his sword. In front of them laid a scene unlike no other. A few of the knights were laid out passed out on the ground with their swords not too far from them, cheeks flushed with red along with their suits being splatted with that same shimmery red liquid Y/N show on the bridge. Looking at their faces more clearly, she noticed a red hue painted on their face. Mouths part open slightly as drool came slowly trailing down, eyes dazed while some had theirs closed. Y/N squatted down next to one of the fallen knights, fingers reached out to touch the liquid when her wrist was harshly grabbed before she felt her body being jerked away. “Ah ah ah, remember what I said in the office? Let’s not touch it. But then again,” He released her hand. “If you’re dying to touch it, be my guest.”

Y/N stared at the captain before scoffing, what was it with him and his words? “Kaeya, we don’t know what it does! We can bring a sample back to Lisa, for her to test. Wouldn’t it be best if we do tha—“ “Kufufu...” Standing up and summoning her sword, Y/N turned around and gritted her teeth. “You!” She seethed out at the fire mage, her hidden frustration with working with Kayea coming out. “Wait, Y/N—!” Charging at the mage, she rose her sword to strike when he disappeared in flames, causing her to swing at nothing but the air. Turning around quickly on her foot, she turned around ready to strike once more when she noticed the mage appearing behind Kayea as they threw the liquid bottle at Kaeya who was caught off guard. Pausing her attack, she watched with wide eyes as Kayea turned around to swing at the mage only to be hit with the red liquid, staining his white parted shirt. It seemed as soon as the liquid hit Kayea, the mage did a brief dance before disappearing shortly afterwards.

“Kaeya! Are you okay?!” She asked rushing to his side, watching as he fell down to his knees. Her sword forgotten as she searched over his face. “I’m...fine..” He muttered out, placing a hand on his chest, pulling it away to reveal the red slime texture. Y/N cupped his chin and brought it up to her face, finding it odd how he seemed to purr in her grasp. “Y/N...” He began, traveling his gaze up to her face, a lazy smile on his face before he pushed her down with strength she was not expecting. “Kaeya?!” She exclaimed out, winching when her head made contact with the ground.

“Shh...You’re so cold...mind cooling me off?” He whispered in front of her face, lips slowly closing in on hers as Y/N’s eyes grew wider and wider. Just what had gotten into him? “Ka—“ Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to become victim to his touch. Kaeya gently connected their lips together while one of his hands gripped her hips, holding them to the ground while the other laid beside her head. A soft moan escaped his lips as he nuzzled his body closer to hers, grinding against her with no shame while Y/N’s face turned red as a tomato.

It wasn’t till he pulled away that she was able to speak, although not for long as Kayea went towards her neck. “W-What are you doing asshole?! Let...me go!” She said in a flustered panic, her hands placed on his shoulders to push away only to receive a playful bite on her neck. “Mhm...” Ignoring her passive aggressive response, the cryo user sat up on her waist, officially trapping her as he ran a hand through his hair, his signature smirk appearing. “Why, I’m showing you how you can be more use for me on the front lines of course.” Peering down at her, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Her cheeks flushed with slight sweat coating her body, eyes wide and panicked but most of all, helpless. His smirk seemed to grow more smug as he released a small chuckle, trailing a finger down her cheek. “Look at you...” Tilting her head back over to face him, he tilted his own and sneered down at her. ��All hot and bothered by simple touches...” Releasing his touch from her, Kayea briefly glanced at the other fallen knights. “It seems that...this, thing can actually work in our favor—“ Leaning down close to her face, he continued. “Wouldn’t you say, Y/N?”

“Get ahold of yourself, this isn’t you!” Just what was in that bottle that mage made?! Her heart couldn’t take this abuse, especially from Kayea. As cliche as it as, she actually helped out more around town in order to gain his attention. She wanted to become closer to him. She had a crush on the most flirtatious person in this world. “I could say the same for you.” She jolted when she felt a pair of fingers trail over her shorts, directly on her pussy. “Just how wet did you get..? It’s seeping through, it’s almost pathetic.” He degraded with ease, his playful tone causing Y/N to burn with embarrassment. Trailing his hands over his own body this time, he made sure to put on a show as his hands went lower, bringing attention to the growing bulge in his pants.

“Just how long do you plan on denying it?” His hands went down to his zipper. “I can’t think straight...” He lightly whimpered as he freed himself from his personal hell, his pants. “Let me fuck you, Y/N.” He panted out, lightly grinding himself against her shorts. She stared at him through narrowed eyes before huffing, pulling down her shirt and soaked panties. “...” The moment he placed his dick onto her outer walls, he released a moan. “Oh fuck...” He held her hips, gaze staring down at her before he began to hump himself against her. The action alone caused her to feel her liquids starting to run down her thighs, her gaze flickering towards the dazed knights to the horny Kayea ontop of her. “Come on princess, I need you...don’t you want to help me?” He began to tease. “Use your voice, tell me.” He sneered once more. “I didn’t know you were such a slacker. You cant even tell me you want me inside of you, despite grinding against me?” Y/N glanced down only to see that he was right, he long stopped moving his hips. “I-I...” “Come on, you can do it. Just say, “Kayea~ Please make my pussy feel good~.” He said breathlessly, rolling his eyes back in a sense to mock her future expression. Y/N bit her bottom lip before lightly spreading her hole for Kayea to see, looking away as she harshly pushed the words out of her mouth. “I-...Kayea, p...please make my...p-pu...” She inhaled. “Pussy feel good.” The man had the audacity to laugh at her, wiping away a fake tear. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you?” Although this was torture for him to do, it was worth it. “Kaeya! P...PLEASE MAKE MY PUSSY FEEL GOO—MMFH?!” His hand placed itself on her mouth as soon as he pushed inside of her, watching her expression carefully before he shivered. “Damnit...Why are you so wet..? I fit right in, like a glove.” Removing his hand he watched as she herself shivered and gripped at his pants. “...I’ll...kill you...” She glared at him before closing her eyes, only to have her jaw grabbed forcefully. “Hm? Do you really want to say that?” To prove his point, his hips lightly thrust into her, immediately causing her to release a moan. “Come on, why don’t we enjoy ourselves?” Sitting up, he trailed his hands back down to her hips, massaging before grabbing them. “Try not to wake up our friends here, yeah? We wouldn’t what Amber to hear all from inside, after all..” Pulling out till the tip was in, he slammed back into her. “We’re right at the edge of the bridge.” Y/N gripped harder as she stared up at the peaceful sky, keeping her moans to a reasonable level.

“Oh god yes! It feels so good Y/N, you’re swallowing me whole at this point...Have you been practicing?” He teased, not giving any mercy to the girl underneath him as he chased after the pleasure and coolness he felt as he kept diving deeper inside of her. The deeper he went, the more his body felt better. “Come on now, wake up.” Y/N barely managed to glance at him as Kayea tilted his head. “Don’t want to be late, right? But then again, you really are a slacker...”

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When she next open her eyes, she was inside the library. The amount of disappointment that she felt was almost as large as Zhongli not understanding when she told him a dad joke. Rubbing her face she released a frustrated groan. Standing up, she decided to see just exactly what the hell happened when suddenly she gripped the table. Just as she gripped the table, the door to the library opened to reveal the one person she was not expecting. “Oh? Here you were. My dear, were you trying to avoid me?~” Kayea said as he made his way over to her, wrapping one of his arms around her waist while the other cupped her cheek. “I thought you were resting in bed after yesterday, but I’m afraid I was mistaken. So, how was it?” He leaned closer to her face. “Did you like helping me on the front lines?”

[jalapeno-princess]

“Babe, what are you doing?” You finished folding the top you were currently holding and placed it in to your suitcase before turning towards your boyfriend and observing the look of genuine curiosity on his face. Mark had just arrived home after his shift at the hospital; you had a feeling he must have been exhausted and you couldn’t blame him.

Since a few of his colleagues either called in sick or went on vacation this past week, he’s been working overtime and it was obvious the extra hours were taking a toll on his mental and physical health. But he was never one to complain and he sincerely loved being a nurse. Working in the medical field was one of the more tiresome occupations and so you understood that all he probably wanted to do was fall asleep. It was only 8:30 P.M., however, he would always go to bed as soon as he got home from work no matter what time it was.

Seeing you on the ground right outside of your closet, packing multiple pairs of your clothes away probably confused the hell out of him and he was most definitely not tired at all anymore. Sure, he came home wanting nothing more than to take a quick shower and go straight to bed with you wrapped tightly in his embrace, but now he had other plans.

“Packing.” He began to walk closer to where you were sitting and took his place next to you, his dumbfounded expression didn’t falter nor did it waver. You had to stifle back a laugh; you were confident he had an idea as to what you were doing, so you were well aware that your response wasn’t going to amuse him in any way.

“I can see that. Packing for what?”

“Girl’s trip.” Once you admitted your plans and the reason behind your packing, his look of confusion quickly turned in to that of a frown.

“I don’t remember us making plans to go somewhere. With who? Where are we going?”

“Not we Mark. Just Sophia, Riley, Julia and I.”

“Wait, what? Why? When? Where are you going? Why didn’t you tell me?” As much as you wanted to continue your packing, seeing his broken expression as he hesitantly reached for your clothes; as if he wanted to get you to stop tugged all but gently on your heartstrings.

“I told you a couple of days ago. Right after we finished—you know—“

“You mean to tell me, that you told me you planned on going on a trip with your friends after we finished making love? My head was obviously somewhere else—I was too busy in between your pretty thighs to even care about anything else but this beautiful body of yours—you did this on purpose babe. It’s as if you knew I would try to prevent you from going. I mean, you have every right to go and I’m not the kind of boyfriend to hold you back from having your fun and spending time with your friends, but any minute spent away from you feels like a fucking eternity and it’s sucks. I’m happiest whenever I’m with you and I’m sure you know it by now. No matter how shitty my day is at work, I put up with whatever life throws at me because I know I’m coming home to you. Now you’re leaving me all by myself for God knows how long—what am I going to do without you?”

When he first found you folding your clothes and sorting out your luggage, you found his curiosity extremely adorable. You expected this kind of reaction out of him; that’s just who Mark was. For someone who was only a few years away from reaching thirty, he could be such a big baby sometimes. However, that was a trait of your boyfriend’s that you admired the most about him. He was very sensitive; but that’s because he had one of the biggest hearts that anyone could own and he had a small amount of separation anxiety when it came to you.

It never bothered you though, it just showed that he loved and cared about you with his entire being. That information alone never failed to pull on your heartstrings. Seeing him so fragile right now; probably exhausted beyond belief after a long day yet on the verge of tears at the idea of being alone for a little while made you feel terrible. In the three years of your relationship, you never spent more than three days without each other. Wherever you went, Mark followed and vice versa. If you went to visit your family back home, he was right there next to you. If he went with his friends to an arcade, you would tag along even if gaming wasn’t your forte. A lot of your friends would jokingly refer to you and your boyfriend as magnets. The two of you stuck together like glue. You were never not together other than when either of you were at work.

Out of instinct and guilt for not informing him more about your plans, you crawled over to him and sat on his lap; wrapping your arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss on his jaw. He placed his face in the valley of your breasts and released a soft sigh. Mark was a firm believer in actions speaking louder than words. He would shower you with his love on a daily basis—he did almost every single thing for you. He loved being able to help you and support you in any way he possibly could. If you were tired from taking on more hours at your job; he would cook dinner of the both of you. He would also wash the dishes, do the laundry, sweep and mop your apartment and sometimes he would even prepare breakfast for you and pack your lunches.

Your boyfriend was just a very thoughtful and considerate human being. He was the definition of a gentleman and even if he would remind you that he loved you at least five times a day, you could tell by his many sacrifices; you were his entire world. Hearing him confess how bothered the news of the trip made him only caused you to regret not putting more thought in to your decision. What started off as a joke just to see what kind of reaction you would illicit out of him was now something so much bigger; something that could have been prevented.

“It’s only a week Mark—“

“A week? An entire week? Seriously y/n? How long have you been planning this for and why do you seem so okay with the thought of being away from me?”

“Well, I was actually the last one to know. The girls didn’t tell me until the same night I told you. They just assumed I wasn’t going to go because they all know I don’t want to go anywhere you aren’t. God, we sound so pathetic. Sophia is joining the peace core in July, so she wants to spend as much time with us before she has to go away for two years. I wouldn’t go if that wasn’t the reason why they planned this entire trip. Jackson and Jinyoung seemed to take the news perfectly fine and I’ve heard that they are planning a trip of their own. I’m surprised that they didn’t reach out to you—“

“That’s because unlike them, I’m so far up your ass that I probably wouldn’t have any fun at all and it would be a waste of time and money if I were just moping the entire vacation. Plus, I don’t think I’d want to go with them anyway. The last time we went somewhere together, we almost got kicked out of a karaoke bar because Jackson’s dumb ass was being too loud. Humph, I’m really going to miss you. Damnit, what did you do to me? I never used to be this sappy before but here I am acting like it’s the end of the world since my girlfriend is going somewhere; probably going to have the time of her life with her friends while I do nothing but sit here like a loser until she gets back.”

You giggled softly at his words and beamed up at him; cupping his cheek with your palm before placing a few sweet kisses on his lips.

“We’re driving to Vegas—and luckily they already decided that it’s Riley whose in charge of getting us there so I will make sure to call you and text you whenever I get the chance. Trust me, I already tried to hint towards inviting you but they were quick to disagree. No boys on this trip—“

He pouted frustratingly once you said those words and wrapped his arms even tired around your sides. “Why not? I’m the best boyfriend out of our friend group let’s be honest here baby. The girls like me the most. Jackson talks too much and Jinyoung’s a petty asshole. I’m the quiet, mysterious and lighthearted boyfriend. I promise, you won’t even know that I’m there.”

You grazed your thumb against his cheek; trying your best to stifle back a laugh at his attempts to get you to reconsider. You were confident in the love your boyfriend had for you, but you weren’t sure how far he was willing to go in order to be with you at all times.

“Babe—“

“Fine, fine whatever. Go have your fun, you deserve it for all the hard work you had to suffer through in the last few weeks. But once you’re done putting away all your necessities, I want you on all fours. I need to fuck you tonight—no love making. I’m not going easy on you at all. I’m going to make sure your pussy is numb and your legs are jello once I’m done with you. Remember, five photos a day—make it ten. Two of the scenery, three of your gorgeous face I can never seem to take my eyes off of and five nudes. Oh, and I expect gifts. I want one of those five keychains and maybe a shirt that says I left my poor boyfriend home alone so that I could lose all my money playing slot machines—“

A breathy groan fell from his pretty lips as you elbowed him in his rib cage as your way to get him to stop talking. He was guilt tripping you and you’ve been with Mark long enough to know why he would do all that he did. You were also now very horny. It never failed to make you smile at an idiot knowing how soft spoken he was and how everyone around Mark assumed he must have been such a sweet, introverted guy. If only everyone knew just how much of a dominant, rough, animalistic and forceful man he was in the bedroom.

“That sounds like a great plan. Trust me my love, I’m going to miss you just as much as you’ll miss me. Before we do anything though, what are you going to do while I’m gone?”

“Wish I was a girl. Now, take off your clothes and let me hit it from the back. Maybe I can fuck you so hard you won’t be able to move and I’ll have to nurse you back to health. Preferably with my dick.”

[nurseanddex]

1/2 fluff and nurseydex for the prompts please!

Oh my god thank you so much for this prompt because it hard core inspired me to produce some of the most tooth rotting fluff of my life!

Send me a prompt and a pairing from one of these lists if you feel so inclined, just please specify which list it’s from! :)

Prompts: “how much did you drink?” and “aw, you’re so cute.”

Will Poindexter forgot one very important thing during a long summer away from Samwell. Tub juice was magically malicious.

Somehow, despite the truly obscene amounts of so many different kinds of alcohol used in its creation, tub juice didn’t taste like alcohol. It just tasted like juice. This particular batch tasted vaguely like fruit punch, only the slight bite of the aftertaste betraying the staggering amount of alcohol contained inside.

Which is why during the first kegster of his junior year, Will was three and a half glasses of the disturbingly lime green concoction in when he was suddenly hit by the tub juice all at once. Will was no lightweight, but his now drunken brain recalled Shitty once saying that tub juice could probably knock a bear off its feet if it drank enough. He felt himself start swaying, his balance disturbed by the effects of the alcohol. His legs didn’t seem to want to keep him upright anymore, so he started making his way to the edge of the room where he could lean against a wall and let it do most of the work. Slowly and extremely unsteady, he had almost made it when his foot caught on the corner of the stupid couch.

Will barely had time to register that he was going down before a strong arm had snaked around his waist, arresting his fall and pulling him back upright, into a surprisingly firm chest. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks when he realized, after far too long to play off as accidental, that somehow his hands had wound up positioned on his hero’s insane pecs and abs. And he had spent the last ten seconds essentially feeling him up. Panicking, he tried to pull away but over corrected, losing his footing. He would have fallen were it not for the tighter than strictly necessary grip that his hero had on his waist.

“I thought I was supposed to be the clumsy one, Poindexter,” a familiar voice declared in his ear, struggling to be heard over the thumping bass beat of Ransom and Holster’s party playlist, still in use despite them having graduated. The blush on his cheeks turned fire engine red as his alcohol logged brain registered just whose arms he was in.

“Scuz you are,” Dex slurred, unable to bring himself to meet Nursey’s intoxicatingly green eyes, “You tripped on air an fell down the stairs at Faber, 'member?” Nursey laughed, and Dex could feel it ripple through his chest. He’d never hugged another man for this long before, and it was making his dumb unrequited little crush harder and harder to ignore.

“And yet, I’m not the one in a fight with gravity tonight.” Dex tried to wriggle free of Nursey’s grasp, but his limbs no longer appeared to be responding to his brain, making it futile. Nursey seemed to realize what he was trying to do and relaxed his grip, but still kept a hand on his waist to steady him.

“Seriously though, Dex, are you good? How much did you drink?” The concern in his voice surprised Dex. Sure, they had come a long way from the constant bickering of their frog year, but Dex would never have thought they’d become close enough for Nursey to worry about him.

“I din drink tha much.” Dex cringed when the words came out sounding as drunk as he felt.

“That’s what I thought,” Nursey chuckled. “Come on, lets get you upstairs.” He wound his arm around Dex’s waist again and gently maneuvered him through the crowded party and up the stairs to their room. He continued to hold Dex tucked closely into his side even away from the crush of the crowd, fumbling one handed with the key to unlock their door. Sober Dex would have spent ten minutes overthinking what that could possibly mean, but he did not have the mental capacity for that train of thought in his current state. After what felt like an eon, Nursey finally got the door open and deposited Dex down onto his bunk.

“Now, are you going to help me get you ready for bed, or am I going to have to undress you myself?” Nursey smirked, and damnit, Dex was blushing fire engine red all over again. He cursed the universe for his pathetic crush on Derek Nurse, and Nursey for managing to say all the right things to keep him from ever being able to get over it. Nursey had begun to unlace his sneakers, making Dex worried that maybe he was actually serious about undressing him. He tried to pull his shirt over his head, his poor gay heart would not survive being undressed by Derek Nurse.

Unfortunately for him, he somehow managed to get stuck. He could hear Nursey’s stupidly perfect laugh, muffled through the fabric, then suddenly gentle hands were easing his head and arms free. Nursey tugged the fabric away and then they were face to face in the darkness, Nursey’s lips distractingly close. Dex forced himself to breathe, trying desperately to think about literally anything else but kissing Nursey.

“You think you can handle it from here?” Nursey asked, not breaking eye contact until Dex nodded belatedly. Dex waited until Nursey had gone into the bathroom they shared with Chowder before struggling with his jeans. When he’d finally managed to fight his way free, he stumbled to the dresser for a clean pair of pajama pants. He was thoroughly impressed with himself for managing to pull them on and get back into his bed without incident. Nursey came out of the bathroom, the light illuminating him from behind and making him look like an honest to god angel descended from the heavens.

Aw, god, you’re so cute it’s insane, Dex thought, trying not to stare too hard at Nursey’s stupid chiseled abs.

Nursey froze.

The silence stretched on for a moment as Nursey stared at Dex in disbelief, and Dex could not understand why until-

“Fuck, did I say that out loud?” he cursed, praying to whoever might be listening that the ground would swallow him up immediately. Nursey nodded, walking over to sit on the floor next to Dex’s bunk.

“Did you mean it?” he whispered, the expression on his face unreadable. Dex briefly contemplated taking the out, blaming it all on the tub juice. But he was never going to have any peace living with Nursey if he never got over his stupid crush, so he steeled himself for the rejection and forced himself to meet Nursey’s gaze.

“Spossible I have a bit of a crush on you,” he admitted, and then Nursey was suddenly on top of him and they were kissing and Dex thought that this was maybe the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“God, Dex, I’ve had a thing for you for ages,” Nursey breathed, when they finally broke apart.

“Why would you ever-” Nursey shut him up with a hungry kiss that burned away every doubt before he could voice them.

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They woke up the next morning in a tangle of limbs to golden sunlight streaking through their windows. Somehow, Nursey was even more beautiful first thing in the morning, practically glowing in the sunshine. Dex snuggled closer, and Nursey sleepily pulled him fully into his arms, silent reassurance that the events of last night hadn’t been the product of a drunken dream.

“Hey, Dex?”

“What?”

“Did you know that when you blush it goes all the way down your chest?” Nursey laughed.

“Oh my god, I hate you. I hate you so much.”

“You do not, you loooooooooooove me.”

“I’m breaking up with you.” Nursey just gave him a gentle kiss in response, and Dex smiled against his lips. Maybe getting chirped within an inch of his life wasn’t so bad if it ended in kisses.

[jojoimaginestories]

Hooked on a Feeling (Joseph Joestar)

Hooked on a Feeling

Paring: Joseph Joestar (Part 3) x Fem!Reader Words: 1769 Warning: Some mild language, Joseph is divorced, Reader is in her 20s Requested By: None

**Gif is not mine**

You blinked lazily at the bright blue sky as you crossed your arms in the front seat. It was hot, per usual, in the dry desert as we rode to Egypt. It wasn’t fun, but it was needed. It was for Mr. Joestar’s daughter, Holy. She was creeping near death and I couldn’t just sit around while she was in pain. She was putting on a tough act at first, but you knew really she was hurting. And you owed her hospitality that much to that.

Even before Mr. Joestar asked, you joined his crew on the quest to defeat DIO and all his evil-creepy-whatever he is.

I think he’s a vampire? Like how the hell would I know? I’ve never met the guy! You thought.

Regardless, the desert. It was dry. And driving on a dirt road that led to practically led us further towards our destination was the likely way we were going.

You currently sat in the front seat, feet on the dash, staring at the sky was Polnareff was driving the jeep we were in. Kakyoin, Jotaro, and Mr. Joestar were squished in the back, and you told them you weren’t going to be in between to buff large men… Okay, in reality, it was because of Mr. Joestar. Your crush on Mr. Joestar specifically. The 60 plus year-old man was a soft spot for you. You weren’t sure what was about it. It was probably his humor and the way he tried to act young despite his age. You knew the man was divorced, there was that much. It was a lot. Now, he was trying to save his daughter. He has a lot on his plate, and adding me would make the whole situation worse.

“Oi! (Y/n),” Polnareff slapped your leg loudly, echoing inside the car.

“OW! What the hell Polnareff,” You snapped your head over towards him.

“Get your feet off the dash, I need to see!”

“You’re looking forward! Why the hell would you be looking over here?!”

“Can you two SHUT UP,” Jotaro yelled.

You winced and huffed. You pulled your feet down and crossed your arms, leaning back in your seat. You wasn’t going to argue with him. There was no point. You looked in the rear-view mirror as Kakyoin gave you a reassuring smile. You shook your head and looked forward. We finally stopped at a town as you got out and stretched. You glared at Polnareff.

“You know, you could’ve just asked me nicely and I would’ve complied,” You muttered.

“But you wouldn’t because I know you. You would’ve cussed me out,” Polnareff smirked.

You rolled your eyes. “Uh-huh. Sure. I’m gonna find a bar before you decide to make me irritated,” You muttered and headed inside the hotel.

“It’s hard to believe you’re 24, (Y/n),” Polnareff called as he followed. “You act less mature than Jotaro and Kakyoin!”

You growled. “I’m VERY mature. Maybe it’s because someone’s gotta act like a monkey when you’re around.” You smirked then, crossing your arms. “Eh?”

He frowned. “Now, that’s harsh.”

“Tell that to the thigh you SMACKED!”

“Alright, enough, both of you,” Mr. Joestar looked between us. He looked at Polnareff. “She’s right. You did something uncalled for.”

“Mr. Joestar,” Polnareff groaned. You smirked at Polnareff. He glared at you before he gave his confused face. He smirked. “Alright. I admit, I was wrong… I CALL DIBS ON THE SINGLE ROOM!”

You gasped. “NO! No, you don’t!”

“He called dibs,” Kakyoin placed a hand on Polnareff’s shoulder. They gave each other a fist bump.

“Traitor,” You hissed.

“I’m rooming with Jotaro, which means you’re with Mr. Joestar,” He pointed towards you.

Your eye twitched. Mr. Joestar wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “ALRIGHT! You’re stuck with me (Y/n),” He laughed and grinned at you.

You turned. “I need a drink,” You sighed and walked around.

“Hmm? (Y/n)?”

You groaned. “I just need ONE drink! ONE,” You screamed towards the sky as you walked off to the hotel’s bar.

“U-Uh! (Y/n)!”

You held up a finger. “ONE DRINK!” You heard Polnareff laugh as you groaned.

--

Why me, You thought quietly to yourself. You rested your forehead on the bar and gave out a loud groan.

It was only cheeky of Polnareff to call dibs on the only room by himself. You mean, it’s only fair that you get the room. You’ve roomed with Jotaro at some point, and that wasn’t bad. You’ve even roomed with Kakyoin. You’ve roomed with POLNAREFF. You just never roomed with Mr. Joestar. You felt like you wouldn’t sleep properly. I mean, sure, you haven’t slept well, but it’s your CRUSH. MR. JOESTAR.

You groaned again as you sipped on you (drink), in peace. You sighed. You leaned on your hand. “Oi!” You nearly jumped and turned, only to relax when you saw Jotaro walk up.

“Yo, what’s up,” You held up a hand to greet him.

He glared at you. “What’s so wrong with sleeping with the old man? You got something against him or something,” He asked in a mutter.

Your face got hot. “C-Can you not say it, you know, like that?”

“Like what? I just asked you what’s wrong with sleeping with him?”

You groaned, placing your head on the counter. “Can you seriously not say it like that?”

“Say it like what?! Are you deaf?!”

“I have a crush on him you ASS,” You hissed with a growl, narrowing your eyes as you sat up and faced him only to feel embarrassed. You groaned and placed your face on the counter again. “I’m pathetic.”

“…You have a crush on the old man? That’s why you’re acting like a kid?”

“Yes, yes, can you shut up about it? It’s embarrassing.”

“Is that why Kakyoin and Polnareff were doing that bit by the car?”

You sighed. “Yes,” I muffled into the counter top, but made sure I was loud for him to hear.

“So, what, you’re just gonna hide this?”

“I want to, if it’s not that painfully obvious. He’s literally triple my age, and I’m twice as young as your mother, wouldn’t that be weird?”

“Age is just a number; you shouldn’t have to care about that.”

You sat up a bit with a frown. “It’s not that I do. It’s what other people think.”

“Since when do you care about other people’s opinions? Didn’t you just tell Polnareff off like an hour or two ago?”

You groaned. “That’s different. It’s Polnareff. I’m me. I know Polnareff like that since we’ve been on the trip together, but this? Other people can get to me, ya know? I’m not just some carefree person. I just got my own opinions and that’s it.” You tapped the counter. “Bartender? Another round.”

Jotaro sat next to you and crossed his arms. “What you’re doing is psyching yourself out. You need to get a grip.”

“Jotaro, I don’t need life advice from a 17-year-old.”

“You need to get an idea. Have you considered the old man’s feelings?”

In fact, you did. You did think of this. If he had even a shred of feelings for you, he had a hard way of showing it.

“Hey! (Y/n)! You did a great job!” He slapped your back in congratulations, making you jerk forward and almost fall onto Kakyoin.

You sighed. “He’s an odd one,” You muttered.

“Of course, he is.”

You sat up straight and started drinking your new drink. You looked at Jotaro. “Look. I’m here to get drunk so I can sleep easier. Are you going off or not?”

“Obviously not, you’re going to be shit-faced.”

You frowned. “That’s what YOU say! What I say is that I’m going to be having a GOOD time.” You smirked. “Cheers,” You rose your glass up with a nod and chugged your drink.

--

You groaned, sitting up in bed. You made a confused look as your head was pounding.

“…How did I get here,” You mumbled.

A knock came to the door. You gave a small moan and turned over, pulling the covers up to your head. The door opened.

“(Y/n)! Rise and shine,” Polnareff called.

“Get out,” You muttered.

“NOPE! We’re eating breakfast!”

“Let’s go (Y/n). Mr. Joestar and Jojo are already downstairs,” Kakyoin hummed.

You grunted as you were dragged out of bed. You lazily blinked your eyes awake as you all got to the elevator and went to the lobby. You walked towards the dining room and got yourselves towards the table where you saw only Jotaro there. You sighed as Polnareff rushed himself to sit down as Kakyoin took his seat in between him and Jotaro. You sat down in next to Polnareff and rubbed your head as you got a cup of black coffee. You hunched forward in your seat.

“What the hell happened last night,” You muttered.

“You got shit-faced,” Jotaro muttered. “Honestly, if I knew that’s what you being drunk was like, I would’ve stayed in my room.”

“I didn’t steal something, did I?”

Polnareff snickered. “Actually, you did something a lot worse,” He smirked at me.

You groaned. “God, I stripped, didn’t I?”

“No, you serenaded Mr. Joestar.”

YOU blinked twice. “…What?”

“You serenaded him with Hooked on a Feeling,” Kakyoin nodded.

Your face got hot.

“Girl, you got me thirsty For another cup of wine”

You placed your hands on top of Mr. Joestar’s shoulders as you swayed your hips behind him. You winked at him as Polnareff clapped his hands while laughing and Kakyoin held up a camera.

Your eye twitched. “Damnit,” You hissed and facepalmed.

“Speaking of him, where is Mr. Joestar,” Polnareff asked.

“Haven’t seen him since he told us about breakfast,” Jotaro hummed.

“He wasn’t in his and (Y/n)’s hotel room,” Kakyoin rubbed his chin. “Maybe… do you remember anything about this morning, (Y/n)?”

“No. I blacked out the entire night and went into a deep sleep,” You sighed.

“You were absolutely shit-faced,” Jotaro muttered.

“Don’t remind me.” You sat up straight.

Footsteps neared. “Hey everyone,” A familiar voice of one Mr. Joestar called.

Your face got hot.

“Hey Mr. Joestar,” Polnareff waved.

You leaned on your hand, hiding your eyes in the palm of it as you sighed. “I’m so sorry for my drunk antics last night,” You muttered.

“Hmm? Why apologize, (Y/n),” Mr. Joestar asked.

“I was told about what I did. And I’m sorry.”

He laughed and placed a hand on your shoulder. “You’re adorable, (Y/n)! Don’t worry! I’ll take you out once we defeat DIO,” He winked.

You blinked twice. “…What?”

“You’re so dense,” Jotaro muttered.

Your mind went blank. “…WHAT?!”

[ladycatofwinterfell]

Consequences, part 4

Catelyn and Ned decided to walk different ways after their relationship of three years, for good reasons. Ever since that Catelyn have kept a secret from him. When she one day, ten years later, decides that she should tell him they meet for the first time since the breakup. It takes them no time at all to fall back into old habits. The problem is that Ned is married, and that Catelyn is still keeping that damn secret. The only thing they can be sure of is that actions have consequences.

This feels incredibly messy, but I hope it’s worth the read. Enjoy!

“Catelyn, what happened?”

Ned felt like he couldn’t breathe. What had happened to her? A million different terrible scenarios came up in his head and he tried to wave them away, but it was impossible. What had hurt her? He wanted to hold her close to him, comfort her. Assure her of that everything would be alright. But he couldn’t. Because she wasn’t with him.

She mumbled something incoherent and then she started crying again. It broke his heart in two. To hear her so devastated. It was terrible.

“I need you to come here” she whispered after a minute. “Could you come here? Please.”

He would have walked through the fires of hell for her in that moment. Anything for her.

“Yes. I’ll be on my way in five minutes.”

“Thank you” she sniffed. “I love you.”

He glanced at Ashara, made sure that she was still sleeping. Then he answered her.

“I love you too.”

She hung up and he sat still in the dark for a moment, still thinking about what could have happened to her. He should have called her earlier. He should have made his decision. He should have decided whether he would stay with Ashara or leave.

He gently shook Ashara’s shoulder. He couldn’t just leave without telling her something.

“What is it?” she mumbled, still not quite awake.

“Lyanna called. I don’t know what it is, but something has happened. I need to go to her.”

He felt bad for using that lie to go to Catelyn, because sometimes it was true. Sometimes Lyanna called in the middle of the night and needed him to come to her. It had been like that for a long time. But he had to get to Catelyn.

“Okay. Do you know when you’ll be back?”

“No. It might take an hour, I might need to take the day off from work.”

Whatever it was, he wanted to stay with Cat until she was feeling better.

Her hand found one of his and squeezed it.

“Say hello from me.”

“I will.”

Lyanna had never really taken a liking to Ashara the way she had to Cat. He had almost believed she would continue to be friends with Catelyn after they had broken up, but from what he knew they had not seen each other.

He left the bed, Ashara was already snoring softly again by the time he had dressed. Catelyn had been completely quiet and still when she had been sleeping close to him. He had almost thought her to be dead at times, but she had breathed. And she had looked to be so at peace that seeing her had brought a smile to his face.

He rushed downstairs, found the keys to the car and went outside. The night was dark and chilly, but the sky was clear and filled with stars. He had to keep himself from driving over the speed limit. He just wanted to come to Cat as quickly as he could. Help her in whatever it was that made her feel such pain.

The door was unlocked, but the apartment was dark when he came inside. He was about to call out for her when he remembered that her son was probably sleeping. And just then Catelyn came tiptoeing into view.

“You came” she whispered.

“Of course I came. I will always come when you ask me to.”

She came over to him and hugged him. Wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly, as if though her life depended upon it. It was not a kiss, but it was just as desperate as her kisses had been. What had happened?

He ran a hand through her hair and kissed their top of her head. She wasn’t crying as she had done earlier, but there was something about her that he didn’t like at all. She was afraid. And he hated whatever it was that made her so afraid. He would do anything to make it better.

“I’m sorry” she mumbled.

“For what?”

She pulled away from him and his first instinct was to pull her back into his arms, but he didn’t. He let her back away a few steps, like she was afraid of how he would react. He wanted to tell her that there was nothing to be afraid of, but that would do no good.

“I’m pregnant.”

For a moment he thought that he had misheard. No, it couldn’t be true. They had been careful. It was impossible. There had been some sort of misunderstanding. It couldn’t be his child.

He could barely see her in the dark, and she was so quiet.

“I don’t mean anything by this, but are you sure it’s mine?”

She laughed. A low, and very bitter laugh.

“I feel pathetic now, but yes. I haven’t seen anyone else.”

So apparently there had not been a misunderstanding. He didn’t really know what to feel. He was supposed to feel bad about it, of course. Because he had a wife, and a son at home. But he couldn’t quite do that. Some part deep down even felt happy. Catelyn was pregnant with his child. They had made a child. All the times he had dreamed of their children, it could become true. But could he leave one child’s mother for another one’s mother? It would have been less complicated if he hadn’t already been a father.

“Cat?”

“Yes?”

“What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know, Ned” she sighed. “I don’t know.”

She walked into the apartment and Ned followed behind her.

Someone would get hurt no matter what they chose to do. The question was just about who. Was he ready to ruin things for other people if that meant that he could be with Catelyn and their child? He didn’t know. There was a lot of things he didn’t know. And it was driving him mad.

She carefully closed the door to her son’s room, and then she sat in one of the armchairs. He sat on the couch.

“Do you want to keep it?” he asked.

“I don’t know that either. I wanted to talk to you about it.”

“That choice is yours, and yours only. I will go along with whatever you want to do.”

He would not force her or stop her from doing anything.

“And if I say that I would like to keep it, that I want this child, what would you say?”

“That I will try my best to do it right.”

“Even if that means wronging your wife?”

That was an important question. Having that child and acknowledging it as his, would definitely be to wrong his wife. And Jon. Gods, Jon. If he divorced Ashara, left her for Cat. Would he be able to look Jon in the eye? “I’m sorry for breaking up your family, son. But I had to leave for this other woman with this other child”. He wouldn’t leave Jon. He would still be his son, he would take care of him, be a dad to him, just as he always had. He just wouldn’t be together with his mother.

But on the other hand, was it really fair for anyone to stay in that marriage and pretend? Put up a show with them, only to later go to Catelyn and quit with the pretending? That wasn’t fair to anyone. In the end it would just be bad for everyone. Especially for Ashara. He couldn’t do that to her, she was a fantastic person and she definitely deserved better than a cheating husband. It was better to just do it. Get a divorce before it got too messy.

“If we go through with this Ashara won’t be my wife anymore. I can’t live my life with her and see you in secret when what I want is to be with you. I can’t do that to her.”

“I want you to know that I’m not demanding you to do anything. It’s fine, really. I can take care of this on my own. No one has to know it’s yours. You can live your life with your family and forget about me and this baby. No one knows Robb is yours, I can do it again.”

“Catelyn. No. I know you’re not demanding anything. This is what I– wait what?”

~*~

Damnit. Her tongue had slipped, she had not meant to say that. And for half a second Catelyn had believed that it was fine, that he had not heard that part, but then he had stopped mid sentence when realization hit him. She had lived with it for so long. And she had lived without consequences for so long. But they would come. In seconds they would come for her, chew her up and spit her out. He would probably not divorce his wife after that. He would never want to see her again.

“Could you repeat that?”

She really wished not to. And she could tell by the tone in his voice that he had heard exactly what she had said.

“I think you heard me” she said, her voice barely even a whisper.

She was such an idiot. Everything would be ruined, and she only had herself to blame.

“And is it true?”

There was no point in lying, he would see right through her. She had said it out loud. She had fucking said it. And nothing she did would be able to make it unsaid.

She looked down at her hands, then up at him again. She couldn’t see all of him in the dark, but she could see that he was still and quiet, waiting for an answer. He was probably furious. And he had all rights to be.

“I was pregnant when we broke up. And by the time I found out you had already moved to a different city. I didn’t want to bother you, force anything upon you, so I didn’t contact you. And when you came back I heard through rumors that you had a girlfriend. And I couldn’t bring myself to ruin that for you with a son you never even wanted.”

No answer came. Yes, he was furious. He hated her. She could tell by the silence.

Catelyn felt the panic pulse through her body. It was eating her up. She wanted to cry, she wanted to beg for his forgiveness. But she couldn’t. She could only tell him the truth and let him do whatever he wanted with it.

“How could keep that from me?” he said, his voice barely controlled. “How could you keep my son a secret? Damnit, Catelyn! I could have been a father to him if you had given me the chance.”

“I didn’t know you wanted children. And I knew for sure you didn’t want anything to do with me.”

“I wanted everything with you. I wanted five children, and a big house and a happy life with you. But we didn’t work for just this fucking reason. Never telling each other the entire truth. We could have had it though. But we didn’t. Because you took my son from me.”

That actually made her angry. How dared he?

“I didn’t take anything from you! Robb is my son! He has no father! Don’t come here and pretend that I took something from you when it was never even yours to begin with! And don’t you dare say that it was my fault we aren’t married with five kids and a house, because you know damn well that it was you fault too! Don’t pretend that I was the only one making mistake after mistake, because you did it too!”

“Are you out of your mind? I’m his father, he is my son! I had a right to know! And you cannot compare anything I did to keeping a child a secret!”

“You didn’t have a right to anything! You moved to a different city, we broke up and you left everything that had to do with me! Including him! And everything you did is the reson to why I never told you!”

“How could you do that to him? Leave him without a father?”

“Are you really going there? Are you really going to tell me that I have in some way wronged my son? He never needed a father, he has me! I’m his parent and I’ve done very well without you! And I’m starting to believe that keeping him from you was the right thing to do!”

She had not been aware of that she stood up, but suddenly she was. He was standing as well.

“Are you telling me that you think I’m an incompetent father?”

“I don’t know. I’m not perfect, but I don’t think you win any father of the year awards when you leave your kid in the middle of the night to go to your mistress!”

That one actually hurt him. She could see that she had hit a bit too close. But she couldn’t bring herself to care. She wanted it to burn.

“Did you want to keep this one a secret too?”

The accusing tone in his voice made her want to shout even louder. He was such an idiot. Why did she love him? Did she even love him? It didn’t feel that way.

“Are you fucking stupid? I told you about it! Or did you miss that part?”

“Well, I will be here for this child at least, because you were nice enough to actually tell me this time. But know damn well that I won’t leave Ashara for you.”

“Oh don’t you dare set your foot here another time. You’re not welcome.”

She didn’t want to see him ever again. And she definitely didn’t need his help with anything, she was a perfectly capable mother on her own.

And with that he left. She fell back in her armchair when she heard the door slam shut. She couldn’t breathe. It was like a pressure over her chest, threatening to suffocate her. She was so stupid. So damn stupid. But so was he. Gods, she hated Ned Stark. She hated him so much that she could feel it burning in her. She wanted to have the baby, but she wished it had not been his.

“Mom?”

For a minute she had forgotten about Robb. They must have woken him with their shouting.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Who was here? And why was he angry with you?”

Catelyn pushed herself up from the armchair and walked over to Robb.

“It doesn’t matter, he won’t come back. Let’s go back to bed.”

She kissed his forehead after she had tucked him in.

“Are you sure?” his little voice asked.

“About what?”

“That he won’t come back. I don’t want him to come back and shout more.”

It must have scared him. It hurt in her heart that they had scared him. He never wanted her son to be afraid. Especially not of her. She wanted him to be happy, carefree. She wanted him away from the adult world and all it’s problems. And she didn’t want him anywhere close Ned again.

“Yes, I’m sure. He won’t come back.”

“Good.”

She stroke his hair.

“I have exciting news for you tomorrow” she said and tried to smile.

It was a bad idea to tell him before she was sure of that she wouldn’t lose it. There was always a high risk of a miscarriage that early, but she wanted him to have something good. He wanted a sibling. And unless something went terribly wrong he would have one. It was no father, she couldn’t get him that. But it was something.

“Really?”

He also smiled then, probably fantasizing about what it was that she would tell him.

“Yes. I’ll tell you when I’m home from work. You’ll love it.”

“Can you tell me now, please?”

Was there anything like the excitement of a child that knew it would be let in on a secret? Catelyn didn’t think so. He would be a great older brother, she was sure of that. They would be a happy little family, just the three of them. It would be fine. She would make sure of that.

“No. It’s a secret until tomorrow. Now sleep, sweetheart, you have school tomorrow.”

“Okay. Goodnight, Mom.”

“Goodnight.”

She turned off the lamp and left his room, determined of that she would make the best out of the situation. Despite Ned. She could do it perfectly without him, she could make her own damn pancakes.

And she hoped it was a girl. A little sister for Robb. A daughter for her. Yes, it would be very fine with a girl.

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 4 Part 8

I’m a little late, but here it is!

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Monday April 15

The fucker was flipping through his book. The meeting was in fifteen minutes. I don't fucking know why I came early. The Dean's grandson glared at Brandon. He was the only absent at their previous get-together. Could he be the contemptible asshole who had the idea of the bounty ?

"I'm not." said suddenly the idiot.

"What the fuck ?"

"Regarding what you're thinking. I'm not the one who had a price put on the prey." explained Brandon. "You know I'm a devoted follower of D.R... I even helped to foil my roommate Barbara."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey snorted. It didn't mean anything except maybe that he was a smart ass. The fact you're using your brain make you more dangerous than the others.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Stop acting like if you can read my fucking thoughts you moron."

Brandon dared to smile. Jesus he was so annoying.

"I'm sorry. You're usually way more difficult to decipher. But this story seems to bother you."

It's my damn boyfriend we're talking about, stupid ! Yeah except no one knew. The junior remembered his last discussion with Zack. His friend had called him a coward. A coward. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey, the gifted hunter, feared by all, had been called a coward. Zack didn't intend to be mean but ouch. I would feel much better if the cocksucker behind all this was arrested.

"Now that I think about it." mumbled the blond lad. "You are a supposed psychic so you must know something, right ?"

"Yeah. I know I'm innocent." replied the smart aleck.

I swear to god I'll kill him.

"More seriously." he continued when he noticed the Dean's grandson glaring at him. "I got things to tell but we'll have to wait for the others. D.R wants to update them aswell."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey grunted.

Archie, Theo and Gabriel arrived right on time. As for this arrogant Matthew and the girls, they all came late. On purpose of course. They want to piss me off. Such a flock of donkeys. Finally, when Samy deigned show up, the meeting officially began.

"Why are we here ?" asked Lucy. "Summer didn't say much but I don't have time to lose. Fallen King, I hope this is serious."

Damn. When did you start shitting by the mouth dickhead ? He remained silent only because Brandon had taken his phone out.

"It's me who summoned you." resonated D.R's voice. "Sorry if we are taking your precious time Lucy. Maybe you want to leave and give up all your privilege as a member of this assembly ?"

The idiot bitch shrivelled up on her chair. Pathetic.

"Get to the point." Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey intervened. "Why are we here ?"

"Because, Brandon and I have made some progress regarding the investigation about the pranktser who is defying our authority." she explained. "First of all, I will let you all know that we get to the root of his website. Much to our surprise, he's based in Canada."

"So it's a stranger ?" was surprised Gabriel. "But how does he know about the prey ? Even I didn't hear about him before all this fuss."

Let her speak. I want a name. Going to Canada to kill someone sounded worse than it actually was, right ?

"We are sure he has an accomplice at the university." carried on D.R. "Probably the mastermind behind all this to be honest. Besides, with some skills, it might be possible to manage a website from Canada while being actually here. That's not the only thing we went through. My team caught some hunters who spied on the prey and sold intel at our prankster, who then put them online."

What ?! Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was sure he didn't have enough bullets to shot every little fucker who did that. Damnit ! He had been the most careful he could and still, they escaped his surveillance ? And why D.R didn't told him sooner ?!

"Don't be mad." teased Jolenne. "We just got all the infos you spent month to get in a few days. Poor fallen king."

The Dean's grandson almost lost his calm. He was feeling paranoid and irritated. But he didn't need Zack calling him a brute as well as a coward.

"Unecessary comments are not permitted." said codly D.R. "Until now, what has been revealed to the public are mostly practical intels. The prey's greediness when it come to food is emphasized by many people. Also, there are his supposed sexual preference, his work and college schedule and when it is possible to meet him without Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey around. Even his friends are not safe from this search of information. I hope you realize this is craziness."

"Don't worry, we're chasing him by following your rules." giggled Miranda. "We don't need all this shit to catch him."

"Do you have any idea about the identity of the prankster ?" asked Archie.

"Well, thanks to the hunters we arrested, maybe." the head of the hunter announced, making them all quiet. "Brandon."

"As you may know, since my arrival here, D.R usually resort to me when she wants to question people. Here's what I discovered." the guy revealed. "They all received the money the day following their exchange via transfer. What is interesting is the bank making those transfers... The Mason's Financial."

Silent followed. Everyone looked up at Samy. She was called Samy Mason for a reason after all. The name is common but I know for sure she's the daughter of the actual ceo of Mason's Financial.

"My family's banks has numerous clients." she said, seemingly bored. "And this little information doesn't prove anything."

She's right. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was much more calmer now. And Samy was right. She had the means but that didn't make her guilty. This link wasn't much more than coincidence at this point.

"We'll do further investigation of course." resumed D.R. "Samy, you'll have to pay me a visit at my office very soon. As for the others, you can hunt, you can catch, but always remember there are rules. You have to insure that the others hunters respect them aswell. Is that clear ?"

They all agreed. Of course. But how many of them are cheating behind our back uh ? Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey left the room as soon as the meeting ended. At least he learnt something tonight. Nancy will have some work to do.

The Dean's grandson headed towards his flat quickly. He checked his phone on the way home. One text was from the head of the women defense club. Even outside the get-together, she couldn't let him in peace ? How annoying.

< D.R. : About our other matter, I expect the victim you told me about to pay me a visit soon. >

Of course you do. She was worried. Well he was worried too but he wasn't blowing a fuse about it. Archie seemed fine until now, so what was the problem ? Anyway, he also had a text from his boyfriend.

< The baboon : I'm stuffed !!! uwu >

A picture was attached to it. It was a selfie of Liam from underneath, which drew attention to his belly. His bloated tummy. Well Damian also noticed the tightness of his brief, since it was the only clothes he decided to wear. I hate him so much. Since when is he such a tease ?! At first, these little... provocations looked innocent. A comment about Liam being bottom when stuffed. An invite to touch his butt. The blond lad had thought it wasn't done on purpose. But when the action became repeated, it become obvious that the baboon was way more naughty than he let think. It didn't help that the junior was fantasizing about his boyfriend more and more... He'll be the death of me one day.

Liam Wednesday April 17

The College's library was a dark and secret place Liam had feared since his arrival. Books could harm you kids, no joke. He had yet to find the magical section but he knew it was here, somewhere. Thankfully he was in the history section and not alone. The chestnut lad was looking for a title Nate asked. Apparently, reading helped his bestfriend to distract his mind from any bad thought. I will bring it to him tonight.

"I can't find it anywhere." grumbled Nick. "Are you sure they have it ?"

"Yes." assured Colton. "I checked the website twice already."

It was the fourth time they had this discussion in the last half an hour. Since Nick had decided to follow a diet, he was grumpy most of the time. Probably because the unicorns think it's bad for him. They know more than we do. Colton, as the teddy-bear he was, had the patience to deal with their sullen friend. Liam glimpsed the book they were looking for.

"Found it." he announced. "Let me borrow it and we can go."

The three boys headed towards the exit. And there she was. Of course she would be there : library were suitable for dark ritual so the forces of evil were most likely bound to appear here. The witch was with another girl he didn't recognise right away. Because the lad had friends to protect, he decided to face them. Oh. This is the girl who offered her body to me. So she switched side ? This is bad. He didn't need a demon on top of his problems.

"Hey." smiled the witch when they were close enough.

Liam tried to ignore her and focused on the librarian who was registering his borrowing. Without success apparently.

"I'm Lucy remember ? And this is Miranda. We want to know you three better boys. Do you want a little meeting with us girls outside the university this weekend ?" suggested the pawn of evil. "We can bring a friend along to be even."

Nick pulled a face. Colton smiled prudently. They're falling for her charms... Liam hesitated. On one hand, it was dangerous, and his boyfriend had vigorously asked him to stay away from her. But on the other hand, it was the perfect opportunity to face her once and for all.

"I'm not against it." he eventually replied. "If the others are fine with it too..."

His two friends exchanged perplexed glances. Finally, they agreed and the three boys were free to go.

When they arrived at their place, Liam noticed Dami waiting for him at the entrance. His boyfriend was texting aggressively. He looks angry. More than usual. The others greeted him and went upstair while the chestnut lad smiled. In all honesty, he didn't know what he was doing with Dami. He was well aware their relationship was slowly improving for the better. There was no doubt in his dreamy mind that sex was near. He even had naughty thoughts of Dami while he... had been taking personnal pleasure last time.

"What the hell did you just say ?" asked the junior.

Liam blinked. Did I think out loud ? That would be very embarassing.

"Hum forget it." he muttered. "I've something to tell you."

He related his encounter with the witch and the human sacrifice. He also carefully explained why he wanted to face her. It was important to be clear because Dami was a hero. Hero didn't like when their relatives and friends faced troubles and they had a tendency to take all the blame. Liam knew that, he read it somewhere. But he had a mission from the unicorn.

"I think this is one of your dumbest idea you baboon." declared his boyfriend once he concluded. "The damn horses don't know everything and... Whatever do your thing. I'm not protecting you anyway."

"Thanks you for trusting me." smiled the freshman.

He kissed Dami lenghtily to express his gratefulness. Two hands grabbed his ass and pushed his waist closer. Liam gulped when he felt his crotch react at the gesture. They stayed like this only a few minutes but it was enough to make them both blush awkwardly. It's hot in here right ? (Please unicorns, believe it.) (The magical creatures probably won't like his perveted thoughts tonight...)

"I need to go." whispered Dami. "See you tomorow baboon."

It was almost bedtime when Nate announced he wanted to see a shrink. According to him, it was Dami who suggested the idea.

"He told me she was a professional who could help." he explained. "And Archie sees her too so I guess she knows her job. But I would like you to come with me the first time... Is that ok ?"

"Of course bro." assured Liam.

He could feel the positive energy in the room. His bestfriend was trying. I'll support him the best I can. Nate slipped under his covers, letting only his head visible.

"Say, how did you know you were attracted by men ?"

The chestnut lad made a weird sound. That wasn't a question he had expected at all. They had already talked about that in the past but... He discreetly looked at the unicorns. Were they doing something to Nate ?

"Stop your mental chat with the magical poneys and answer me." ordered Nate.

"Oh sorry... Well I don't really know ?" he said. "As you remember, I was first into chubby girls but well... I don't know it felt nice to be with Kilian. Being in a relationship with another boy is great to me... As long as I love him right ?"

"This doesn't help." grumbled his bestfriend. "I'll try to be more specific : why is Dami attractive to you ? Physically ?"

"He's cute." giggled Liam, remembering their last encounter. "And well, kind of sweet. He's a nice skin. Oh and his eyes are scary, I like that. Why are you asking ?"

"I think I like Archie's hugs." Nate revealed. "But that doesn't mean anything. I'm just touch starved and he feels safe that's it. I'm overthinking little things. Good night."

He covered his head, meaning the conversation was over. And Liam fell asleep the next second. He had unicorns to feed after all.

Nicolas Friday April 19

< Imagenius : Dang ! We lost but that was a close one. >

Nick grunted. Annoying.

< TheSavior : Still a lose. >

< Abeautifulwoman : speaking in terms of statistics, we're in a losing streak. Boss you're the one who made the most mistakes in our last games... While you were the best one week ago. >

Nick ground his teeth. Annoying. They piss me off.

< Abeautifulwoman : Anything on your mind lately ? >

< TheSavior : I 'm on a diet. >

The lad had never expected it to be so hard. How could he focus on his game while all he could nibble was a salad ?! And damnit he missed beer. But I need to lose the weight. Not only four or five pounds, but fifty. Enough to not be disgusting again.

< Imagenius : change of subject but Beauty I think I know who is your bossy friend ! >

< Abeautifulwoman : Are you serious rn ? Just let him be and focus on the bad mood of our boss. >

< Imagenius : He's the most famous hunter in my college right ? The one who has sex with everyone whenever he wants. He's the great son of the Dean that lucky bastard lol >

Wait. What ? Nick re read the text but there was no mistake. A Dean's grandson who sleep around ? The bounty hunt and the very famous prey... Could it be happening here ? It was only his imagination for sure. There could be many great son of a Dean who were also part succubus. (Yes sometimes, Nick fell for Liam's crazy theory.)

< Abeautifulwoman : There is a reason why I'm not talking abut him here and it's called privacy bitch. >

< Imagenius : You're the fake bitch. What if you're working for the Smith Carrey ? I have friends who don't fear him you know ? >

*Abeautifulwoman is offline.*

< Imagenius : such a coward c**t lol >

*Imagenius is offline.*

Now there was no doubt possible.

This evening, Nick arrived at the pool his head full of question. Imagenius was a student here. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was the best of the hunters. And a mysterious hunt with a bounty interested everyone. Weird. This is so weird. Liam's boyfriend had always been shady but a hunter ? What does that even mean ? Nick caught sight of Colton near the pool. He sighed deeply. Whatever is going on, this is not my business. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey can do whatever he wants as long as he doesn't hurt my roommate. And I don't want to meet Imagenius in real life. Not when the freshman looked like a disgusting fat cow.

"Everything's fine bud ?" asked his friend.

"Yeah sorry. I guess I'm not feeling very confident about tomorrow."

This improvised date with three girls was another thing on his mind. Something I can talk with Colton. This latter smiled. His whole body irradiated a delicate but welcomed warmth. His attitude only was reasurring. And no, Nick didn't believe in magic but this guy had some strong positive vibe.

"This is not even a date." Colton recalled. "I think one of them is interested in Liam, and she asked help from her friends. You don't have to worry : we'll just enjoy the moment."

"Easy to say for you dude. You're handsome and incredibly nice." Nick retorted. "I'm not at the same level."

"You don't give yourself enough credit." assured his friend. "You made me think about my two bestfriends. They both have low self-esteem despite being amazing. I hope they finally realised it."

Nick detected distress in Colton's voice. For the first time, his expression revealed something esle than happiness. He looks almost sad.

"Now that you mention it, I never heard you talk about your past." noted the geek. "I mean, I don't have any friend from highschool since I was only focused on studies and you already know what I think about my annoying family but you... Even Liam's been more open."

Colton smiled but that was as fake as Rebecca's kindness.

"Stuff happenned. When I decided to follow Barbara, the people I cared about didn't take it well." he explained. "Even my sister is still mad. She was right tho, I got dumped in the end."

"And despite that, you're so nice and all ? Dude you really are half teddy-bear aren't you ? In your place, I would never trust anyone again."

They started to warm-up while talking. Liam would arrive later to help with the swimming lesson.

"I hope my friends will forgive me one day." confessed Colton. "Especially these two... But that doesn't mean I will be dejected until then. I'm sure they don't want that from me."

"You're so positive about everything that's kind of impressive." grunted Nick. "I would like to borrow your optimism sometimes.... Is it because some people have it worst ?"

He was thinking about Nate. That was petty of him to complain about his weight when his friend got raped. I'm ridiculous.

"You're getting it wrong." refuted the other. "You've the right to not appreciate your body but it is important that it is you, and not the opinion of the others, who chose that. As for me, I don't complain only because there is nothing I can do for now but hope. So I'm hoping."

Yeah, seems legit. They went into the pool and Nick focused on his swimming. The rest could wait.

To be continued

Dami is hunting the hunters... It’s a big mess. Who to trust uh?

And now Liam’s trying to solve his problem on his own, what a bad idea! But who knows, maybe he’ll manage ;) Big revelations in the online chat of Nick! Now, he has more info than he should...

Some background info on Colton. I’m not sure they’re very useful for now, but still.

[neoculturetechxgot7]

Gardenia on the crown - J.J.H.

2; Sun kissed gardens

pairing: Jung Jaehyun × Reader

genre: angst

length: around 2k words

warnings: profanity

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The distance from the ballroom to the gardens is fairly short, having to cross only a few wide halls buzzing with the usual morning preparations as maids and servants swiftly moved around with hasty steps.

You're surprised to soon find yourself crossing a large patio paved with thick, grey gravel to reach what the king said to be the countryard, where a seemingly endless sea of green spread under the skyline. Without wasting a moment, you follow both elders as they begin making their way between big, voluminous bushes and blooming flowers covering each side of the stone path.

It seems to be more of a maze than a garden, its complicated spirals of greenery pushing you to the brim of dizziness, constant turns killing your sense of direction. At this point, it's a fact that you'd get lost if left alone in there.

The sky is clear and gifts you a generous supply of sun beams, which you presume to be nature's way of sympathizing with your new reality, trying to provide the slightest comfort. It's hard to enjoy even that though, with Jaehyun by your side. At least he makes sure to keep more than enough distance and you feel internally grateful for his understanding of personal space.

You steal a brief glance on your right where he strolls carelessly, hands in the pockets of his dress pants like a gentleman. Glaring far into the horizon, he seems to have retreated into his own thoughts which causes you to feel a little more relaxed, knowing he isn't intently watching your every move.

The sudden urge to run away almost overpowers you when his eyes, pink and purple lavender mirroring in their depths, lock with yours and embarrassment pierces through you so brutally. Once again, your cheeks probably get more blush than any rose in the entire palace as you quickly snap your head to the other side.

He literally just caught you staring.

But there is nothing wrong with that, right? He is your husband-to-be after all...

Thanfully, Jaehyun doesn't comment anything, only leaves a blanket of silence drape over you and the bold decision of looking at anything but him takes a good seat in the back of your head.

Thankfully, the plants around you can provide a great distraction as you get fascinated by their vivid colours and freshness, early dew still sliding off of velvety petals and leaves. They aren't as Iively as those back home nor is there as much variety, but still it remains a pretty sight.

What really catches your attention though are a few snowy white blooms emerging from a plush bush beside the path and your heart flutters, inevitably drawn to them. Ducking with golden satin pooling around your ankles, your fingers reach out to pluck one and the next moment you're burying your nose to deeply inhale in the beautiful scent that makes fairies dance on the crisp air.

You love it. That's why you can't bare to avert your gaze, instead standing over the plants as if you can somehow escape in their dreamy world, wiping tiny droplets from their surface to feel the coolness of morning.

"Gardenia." A voice comes from behind and you quickly realise it's Jaehyun, his heavy footsteps growing louder as he approached.

"I know." You reply, almost allowing a chuckle past your lips. "My mother adores them. She says it takes a lot of care for these to grow."

"We do take care of them here." There is a tone of pointing out the obvious lacing his words as he halts before the flowers and slowly leans to sniff one.

"You take care of them?" You ask with a finger pointing at him, genuinely curious to know if the prince of ice has a soft spot for gardening after all.

"No, of course not. Servants do." Jaehyun explains nonchalantly and, after looking back at the path, gestures for you to follow, since both your parents have already moved way ahead.

The hint of enthusiasm in your chest is quickly crashed by his answer and once again it feels so unbearably cold to be around him, an imaginary yet sturdy wall built between you two. He continues walking, completely ignoring the uneasiness being alone with him causes you.

You wish to rush to your father's side, hide under his wing and plea to stop the marriage, but your pride and unbending sense of responsibility leaves you simply scurrying to catch up.

You don't trade any other words as he continues pretending oblivion to your existence and you begin hating even the slightest idea of him, burning with desire for all of this mess to end.

♤

A torturous amount of time later, your heels are digging into the expensive burgundy carpet decorating a high staircase leading up to what the king said to be your royal chambers. You can't wait to go up these steps and sink in the peace and quiet of a well-made bed. Privacy and some time alone is all you need to put the tornado of incomprehensible thoughts racking your mind in order.

And while you're daydreaming about soft pillows and the chilling touch of cotton sheets, Jaehyun's father keeps on with his relentless ramble regarding the wedding, which, from what you understood, will be held under the next full moon, in about a month from now.

It then dawns on you how, truly, you have only 25 days before you allow that awful prince to slide a band of polished platinum on your ring finger and tie your lives together in eternity. Then, as the unwritten laws of the ancient proclaimed, you'd be inseparable.

Fuck all of this.

Screaming and shouting until the moon itself tears in half seems like a tempting option to let out the despair now nibbling at every inch of you skin. Hatred and so much fury boils in your bloodstream, especially after your gaze lands on your betrothed, who was eyeing you back, possibly with raw dislike.

You realize now that, really, you despise him.

He's standing just a step below, too close for your lungs to breathe freely but close enough for your nails to claw at his eyes and-

"...and the ceremony will take place at the palace, before the grand feast..." The hoarsennes of the king's voice scratches your ears almost cruelly.

You can't stand hearing whatever shit is coming out his mouth, already way past your breaking point. You can't take it anymore, you can't wait for him to finish that annoying monologue.

Your fingers start to tremble ever so slightly, golden rings clashing inaudibly against each other.

You don't want to hear anything else about that damned wedding, the upcoming end of life as you know it, and right now all you can think about is how to reach your room as soon as possible.

Then, a god-sent idea flashes before your conscious, dramatic yet somehow good, the distress in your eyes replaced by glimmering relief.

If this works, you'll be in the security of a spacious room within seconds, away from the overwhelming royals and their annoying chit-chat.

A soft gasp falls from your parted lips and a hand shot up to your forehead, knees bending slightly.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Your dad's concern coated tone sends traces of guilt to crawl under your skin.

"Yes, I'm just feeling a little dizzy, father." You whine, sounding pathetic nonetheless, leaning towards his embrace for support.

"Do you need me to call the maids?"

Your inevitably gaze shoots to Jaehyun's father eyeing you, awaiting your answer.

"No, no, it's alright. I'd prefer to retreat from your company, though." You mentally cringe at the immerse politeness you're forced show when in reality all you long to say is a simple fuck off, all of you.

So your plan might be...really pitiful at its execution after all. You aren't sure if anyone will believe your pretentious groan of pain and the helpless tone, but even so, who can refuse a princess a such simple request?

"The sun. Its probably the heat that's caused this, my Lady." The unbothered king points out, without a single drop of regret in his voice for having you wander around the entire garden under the searing licks of sunshine.

And then, fingertips scorch a tight grasp around your wrist making you flinch, eyes darting daggers at Jaehyun who is taking a step forward to tower over you, blaze adorning his gaze.

"Are you sure you're alright, princess?" His other hand snakes its way around your waist so smoothly, fingers squeezing waves of newfound heat against your side.

You can burst any moment now and slap that pretty face of his that's now only a breath away as he pulls you ever so slightly towards his chest.

If you had a fake headache before, it's a certain fact that a real one is starting to pulse inside your head at right now.

"Guards!" The king loudly calls for the two men in light armor standing on either side of the base of the stairs and they hurry away from their positions to approach you. "Take her highness to her royal chambers immediately."

You'd be glad to be escorted by them, followed by the soft clatter of iron as you head for the comfort of your apartments, away from that stupid prince.

But apparently Jaehyun isn't about to allow that luxury, when he throws a sharp nod to stop them dead on their tracks.

"I got her."

No, no, no, no. Damnit, no.

You can barely contain your body's reaction to violently wiggle out of his grip and pick up your skirts to bolt away, not giving a shit about manners at this point. Being almost pressed flush with his body strangely drains you of energy and clouds your mind with a heavy daze, sensing his every warm inhale brush against your neck.

"Father, please continue without us."

You don't make it to hear what the others mumble -probably their farewells- as he spins you around, palm moving lower on the small of your back to support it, although it's really not necessary. If it weren't for his tight hold though, you would've fallen flat on your face after tripping on the first step, the clumsiness striking you yet again.

"Do you need me to carry you?" He leans to whisper in your ear, freezing you in place at the proximity and his spine-chilling touch.

You are somewhat disgusted. His concern is probably nothing more than sugar-coated pretence.

"No, I'm okay. I can do this alone." That's all you manage to blurt out, insides lit on ruby fire as you try to move away hopelessly.

Even so, his bony fingers don't loosen up. "There's only a few steps left."

His voice rings faintly, because everything around you except him seems to disintegrate into a blur and you melt painfully slow into his unwanted embrace. The erratic heartbeat thumping on your temples is louder than gunshots at this point, making you wonder if he can hear it so clearly too.

Jaehyun's scent of sandalwood and rosemary has a shaky breath hitch at your throat so painfully, overpowering all your senses in a feverish way.

You curse at your impatience, regretting not waiting for the king to end the annoying palace tour and bidding all three men goodbye to find your room all alone. Yes, that would've been perfect compared to the current situation.

Your whole body is tense, every muscle buzzing with electricity as you keep going up the staircase in the heated hands of your betrothed.

The devil holds you tight only to burn you tighter.

//

[marvelmymarvel]

Prom Dress

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Stark!Reader

Synopsis: Being a Stark and more importantly, an Avenger, meant that you missed out on a lot of things through your school years. Now that your final year is coming to a close and your brother is pushing you to do something other than fight, you decide to go to prom. It’s not what you expected.

Song: Prom Dress by mxmtoon (Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeUeLzBO0go)

A/N: Spoiler Alert: This will be set after Endgame (but Tony’s alive). Also please listen to the song, it makes sense :)

This was a bad idea, you thought as you looked around at all the dancing *cough* grinding *cough* bodies that surrounded you. You knew you didn't fit in with your classmates, but you didn't think it was this bad. Many had snickered at you for showing up dateless, but truth be told you didn't want to bother that special someone with this stupid social gathering. Many people looked at your heels in awe while some rolled their eyes at your red-bottomed heels. Of course the Stark girl would wear those. 

You wished you left them at home, that and the black Lambo that was parked outside. Yeah, this was no place for you. Some boy passed you, slamming his shoulder into yours causing you to stumble back with the force. Looking up at him, you expected an apology but only got a laugh in your face. “You should have brought your security guards as well princess” he snarled before turning to high five his friend as they took off to their dates. 

Blinking away the tears, you turned towards the bleachers, hoping you could sit down and stop yourself from crying in the sea of bodies. You climbed the shaky metal stairs all the way to the top to cry in peace, you hated this. The people at the top moved away from you as if you had a disease, only making the tears come faster and harder than before. Plopping onto the cold plastic seat, you shoved your face into your hands before letting the thick, hot tears fall out and down your wrists. 

You wish you had brought him now. 

Not because he could and would protect you from all of these pathetic people, but because he would help you through this breakdown. Just like he always did. Sniffling, you pulled your hands away, frowning at the black marks on your hands. Oh yeah, your makeup was definitely ruined.

“Damnit” you whimpered quietly as you lifted the edge of your blue Valentino dress to wipe away the running mascara. Tony could kill you later for ruining the 6 thousand dollar dress, and you would have killed yourself as well for doing such a thing, but you didn't care. 

“My God, you look like a racoon” 

Snapping your head to the side, his smiling face alone calmed you. “James” you blurted out as you threw your arms around his neck. Shoving your face into his neck you felt him pull you toward him as you once more began to cry. “Did you really think I would let my favorite girl go to her prom alone?” he cooed in your ear as his hand trailed soothingly up and down your spine. Pulling back, you cupped his cheeks and cocked your head up at him. 

God, you loved him.

He beat your thoughts to it and kissed you firmly. You two had been a thing since you met during the whole Steve vs Tony dispute. Tony was disappointed to find you making out with him shortly after Thanos was defeated (thanks to you, of course, considering you were the only one who could use the stones and not die). But once Tony realized that you and Bucky have been together for far longer than Tony originally thought, he was beyond livid but came around once he saw how happy Bucky made you.  Even more so since you had died in the snap, causing him to believe that you deserved everything, even a high school experience that you were cheated of thanks to him. 

“Tony gave you permission?” you quizzed as you pulled away from him with a pop, resting your forehead against his, you felt his hair tickle the side of your face. He needed a haircut, but he looked good none the less. Your question caused him to produce a deep chuckle as he pulled back from you with a cheeky smile on his lips. “No... But putting you through this hell was his idea, and considering this has been hell for you, he should be thanking me” Bucky teased before leaning back against the bleachers behind you two. His arm went across your shoulders and he surveyed the crowd of snotty rich kids who wished to be as rich as you. 

Idiots.

“Tony make you wear the dress and shoes?” 

“Pepper... The Lamborghini was Tony” you chuckled before leaning into his side, finally feeling relaxed now that he was here with you. You watched the bodies continue to dance, finally finding calmness in the way they moved like water in a glass. No one could hurt you anymore, Bucky wouldn't let that happen. As you were watching the other teens dance, Bucky was preoccupied with taking in your disheveled state. Even though your makeup was ruined and so was your dress, you still looked ravishing to him.

“I’m happy we both died in the snap” he blurted out causing you to look up at him confusedly. It was true that you both had died in the snap, but why was he happy about it. He chuckled lightly at your concerned face and looked outward, not really focused on anything but still tuned into everything. “I don't know if I could have lived without you...” he whispered finally, feeling the lump in his throat start to thicken. You nodded slowly, understanding where he was coming from and silently agreeing with him. 

No matter your age, he was your everything. 

Once people saw you with him, they were concerned about the age difference, but truth be told, you were older than they thought. For some reason, your parents (like they had done for Tony before you) started you off 2 years later so that you could excel far more in each grade. They always called your father a show-off, considering you and Tony would have blown them away no matter the age, but your parents didn’t care. Since you started late, you ended late (which wasn’t their goal considering Tony graduated high school at 18 but in his Sophomore year), however, you weren’t as smart as Tony. Meaning that when you met Bucky in your Sophomore year, you were 18, and you were going to graduate at 20. Since you were a legal adult, Tony really couldn’t have done anything.

You wish he did something when it came to school.

“I hate them all” you snarled as you scooted closer to James’s warm body. “They always made fun of me for being older and telling me how dumb I was compared to Tony... God, I hated my parents for doing that to me. I’m obviously not as smart as Tony-”

“Hey” James cut you off sharply, causing you to bow your head in shame. He hated when you talked like that, to him, you were so much more than what you saw in the mirror or on the report card. “You are smart, beautiful - are you listening” he sounded as he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him like you were a child. “You are smart. Beautiful. Talented. Amazing. Y/n, you are my everything and I will not have you talking about yourself like that. These kids can all go to hell, you’re so much better than anyone, even the stupid blonde who got prom queen.” he muttered out, his grip on your chin loosening with each word until it rested lightly on your jawline. 

“Do you believe me?”

“Of course I do...” you lied as you looked up at him sheepishly, you hated feeling this way which was why you didn't come to things like this. Things that made you feel so worthless even though you were wearing a 10 thousand dollar outfit and driving a 200 thousand dollar car. You weren’t normal, you were no prom queen and you were no valedictorian. You were just...

You.

“I love you” he stated firmly before pressing a kiss to your nose, leaving his lips there, you let your eyes close and prayed for the tears to just stop coming up from hiding.

“Y/n” 

Your glossy e/c eyes snapped open and got lost in his blue ones. “I love you for you... Please don't forget that” you nodded rapidly before leaning in once more and capturing his lips in yours. You could feel eyes and glares on you two, but you could care less. Pulling away, you bit your lip as you tried to exert all the energy in your body to one area. “I wanna leave... It’s not like I won prom Queen or anything” you joked as you ran your fingers through his hair, examining him fully, you realized he was, in fact, wearing a  suit, but you frankly wanted him out of it. He stood up without a complaint, silently agreeing with you that this was a shit show, grabbing your hand, he began to pull you to the steps. He stopped suddenly causing you to slam into his back, turning around, he grabbed your other hand as well.

“You’re my prom Queen... And that's all that matters”

Giggling, you shoved his metal arm playfully. “Come on super solider... Let's get you out of that stupid suit.” You were teasing, but you both knew what you were going to do once you made it to your apartment. One final thought came to your mind as you two exited the gym and finally the school...

Prom wasn’t so bad after all, especially with him by your side.

[alien-at-the-dinner-table]

Roll for Panic Attack

*Trigger warning: mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts*

I am afraid of a lot of things. Clowns. Death. Answering the door when i’m not expecting it. Sticking my foot out over the edge of the bed at night. You know, rational, normal stuff. But right now, I'm scared of something that feels like it shouldn’t be as scary as it feels. For the 2nd time in my (albeit young) life, am taking online classes at my local community college. My first time was 2 years ago, and it sent me reeling into a deep depression. As ridiculous as it sounds, I never want to get back to that place. Who would have thought, right??? But im getting ahead of myself, so let me explain the past so one can see where the issues in my grimy future lies.

Sophomore year of high school is where our intrepid young hero begins (read in the voice of Brennan Lee Mulligan: DM to the stars). As anyone in a fiery hellscape would do, I explored a program that gave me a glimpse of freedom: Running Start. In this wonderful program, high school students can attend college classes either online or in person, and not only earn college credit, but can be at the high school less. Great! At first, I thought it would be amazing! I love to learn, and I love not being at the highschool. Suffice it to say, I rolled really low on my perception. But my perception got steadily higher the farther I got in the process of applying. I felt like it might be too much. That I might not be able to handle this. But everyone in my life told me, “you’ll be fine! You’re a smart girl! And your so independent!” So I continued on… feeling like something was off.

Cut to a month before Junior year starts. I feel…. Nothing. I’m bored all the time, and nothing really makes me happy. I’m so scared im going to fail college and it hasnt even started yet… To my family, I am the same. After all, I am used to faking emotions thanks to all those years of thinking panic attacks were SUPER normal right! But I began to explore what was happening. Our hero rolls her dice: 18. I realized something that made me break down in tears of shame. I realized I didnt feel love for my family. I knew I loved them, but I didnt feel anything.What was wrong with me? I tried to imagine horrible fates befalling my family to see if I could muster up some feelings then. No dice. (get it? Dice? RPG’s? Shut up this is comedy GOLD) My sister found me sobbing in the garage. Grabbing my mother, they went to see what was wrong with me. I explained how I was feeling, and even voiced my fear of being depressed. My mom wrote it off as burnout. Which to be fair, I don't blame her for. I had been acting just as I always had.

Skip ahead some more. High school is in full swing, and my college classes begin. Things feel...okay. I was taking 2 classes: General Psychology, and Introduction to Art. Psych was tough, and its reading was intense. 1 page took about 10 minutes, so 6 pages: one hour. The professor thought that because we were online, we needed to make up for being lazy and not going to a classroom. We had around…. 120 pages on a good week. Wanna do the math there? Let me break it down for you: 10 pages=1 hour, 120 pages divided by 6=  hours. About. Add to that the 5 hour assignments every week, 1 hour discussion forums, and hour long tests every week. Our total for this class hours per week: 27. Now, remember, I was also taking highschool classes too, and one other class. Also remember that I was 16. With an undiagnosed anxiety disorder. All it took was a month to break me, and send me hurtling towards depression with all the force and speed of a bowling ball dropped from the top of the Empire State building.

Thanks to my natural ability to repress my emotions and fears, my body decided to send a clear message that something was afoot! I began to get full body HIVES. We went to the doctor, and she basically went, “umm wow, that's definitely an immune system reaction…. But you aren't sick…. And you haven't been sick…. So I don't know why this is happening…” Always what you want to hear from a healthcare professional! So at this point you might ask: did any of this alert you to the fact something was off? No. At this point, I was in complete denial that anything was wrong. Surely getting up in the middle of the night to count pages and double, triple, quadruple check that I had planned every single second of my week was written on my planners pages. What did catch my attention, terrorizes me to this day.

I am religious, and I do my best to pray every night. During this delightful stage of my life, I began to ask God to let me die. I asked that when I went to bed, that I wouldnt wake up. That it would all just stop. That way, I wouldnt keep on down this path, suffering. I thought if I quit, everyone would be disappointed in me. What a waste. How pathetic, right? Of course, this was myself talking. But I wanted to die. I didnt even care if I went to heaven. I thought even if I ceased to exist, it would bring peace. Inkey, dark, peace filled sleep. 

This is what scares me. Because I can never get to that place. I hated myself so much. But what was worse was how I felt about my family and friends. I began to resent them a bit. Just a little. How dare they love me! Why do they have to keep me here? I knew that if I died, it would destroy them. I had no illusions that those I loved would be better off without me. While I thought I would cause them shame and disappointment in life, I knew that in death I would kill them with me. And while I might not have felt love as I do now, I never wanted to cause them pain or suffering. Ever. So here I am now. Better, because I can tell you it can get better. Scratch that, it WILL get better.

And now to the present: a full circle of sorts. I am so scared that this course will be too much, that I wont be a college graduate. Please understand: I honestly thought for a long time that I wasn't going to go to college. Not because I couldnt. But because I didnt see the point, at least for the art fields. And honestly I still do. But I know that even with a stupid certificate that I probably could have taught myself all the same information for a 10th of the price, it will open doors for me. And to be perfectly frank, I want to make my family happy. I want them to be proud of who I am. I want to be proud of myself. To prove that no stupid mental illness will take this away from me. Not again. I know I can pass and even excel in a college environment. In fact, during my tenure at Running Start, I was invited to join the Phi Theta Kappa Honor Society.But I want to be able to mentally handle this. I want to be strong enough for ME. I know that finishing this won't make me weak, or if it is too much that it means I am lesser than. But I'm going to try damnit! And if it is too much, then I will stop, or at least work with my therapist to see what would be best for me. 

And so, our hero begins her journey. Roll for Initiative.

[wiggly-blue-shite]

Chapter 18 The Bell Doesn’t Dismiss You (Tedgens)

More slurs, shitty parents, and violence

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He was definitely drunk. Mom was the only one there. I should call her. She probably wouldn't pick up. She's definitely pissed at me. Not that I blame her.

I should go check on her in person. Keith is probably still there. But it's my mom. I need to know she's ok.

I find myself scrounging around the kitchen for something to eat. I feel bad for just leaving like this. He's still asleep and I don't want to wake him just to say bye.

Why is this kitchen so big! I can't find shit. Where the fuck is the cereal. I could just not get breakfast.

"Good morning." Well he's not asleep.

Wow. How do he look that good after just waking up. That's some bullshit.

"Morning." I smile over at him, fully aware that I look like I was just hit by a truck. I don't want to leave without giving him a good explication, but that's a rough conversation.

"Whatcha looking for?" Henry walks closer.

"Something to eat." It's his kitchen he'd know where stuff is.

"Well what do you want to eat?"

Anything? I literally do not care, I'm just hungry.

"I guess cereal." Everyone has cereal right? That seems like a fair request.

Henry opens the drawer next to me. It is filled to the brim with cereal. What kind of Willy Wonka shit is this. Every fucking cereal known to man is in that drawer. What is this house?

"Take your pick." Henry gestures dramatically at the cereals. That adorable dramatic dork.

I guess I'll get some Frosted Flakes. That's always a safe bet. Pretty much zero nutritional value but it's food! Henry grabs a bowl and spoon, and some milk out of the fridge.

"Thank you." I pour out some cereal and eat. The familiar taste of Frosted Flakes, solidly mediocre.

"No problem." He kisses me lightly on the forehead. His lips are so soft, I nearly melt. "I'll be upstairs if you need me."

He exits the kitchen and goes back up the stairs. And I didn't say that I have to leave. Shit. I'll tell him after I finish eating I guess.

Once I finish eating though I can here the shower turn on. I should just go now. I need to check on her. I just don't want to leave Henry.

But mom. I know in my heart that she's fine, but. If anything happened. She's my mom. I need to know that she's ok.

I hear the shower turn off upstairs. I finish up the cereal and put the empty bowl in the sink. I'll just go up there and tell him that I have to leave his awesome weird house, and his warm grasp, to go check on a mother who might not love me for who I am.

She might not love me for who I am. She might not love me anymore. I can accept my father hating me, I haven't seen him and years. He might as well be dead. But Momma... Just because of something as simple as who I'm attracted to. She's my mother.

I have to leave. I'll go say bye to Henry.

I climb up the stairs and into Henry's room. He's standing in the middle of his closet. He seems deep in thought.

"Whatcha looking for?" He startled me this morning, I'm allowed to return the favor.

He starts blushing like craz- he's just wearing a robe. I just walked into his room without even like knocking and making sure THAT HE WAS DRESSED.

Henry makes some flustered sounds.

"Oh sorry I should have knocked." Ok now tell him you have to leave. It's simple. You'll see him at school later.. "So what are you going to wear?"

Nope, that's not at all what I meant to say. You

dumb bitch.

"I-I don't know" Henry stumbles on the words. I definitely should have knocked.

Wow he has a lot of clothes. How does he afford this shit. Like everything is nice.

Henry steps aside, inviting me to help him choose an outfit. I can see why he's having a hard time deciding. His closet could be it's own fucking retail store.

Some checkered jeans catch my eye. Those would look really good on him. Now what else would look good? I have no idea how to choose out of all of these shirts. He'd look good in all of them. That's a nice turtle neck though. Now shoes... ohhh combat boots.

"These pants and this shirt. Combat boots." I pull out the shirt and pants. I gestured to the boots, they're the only combat boots in there but I wanted to be really obvious.

I set the clothes down on his desk. I really hope that it'll look good in him, not that he'd own them if they didn't look good on him.

I leave the room and hop back downstairs. My car clothes aren't very nice. Not that I have really any nice clothes. I throw on the flannel and the jeans. They look the best together out of all my clothes.

What am I still doing he-

Henry runs down the stairs in the outfit I set up for him. Oh wow that turtleneck is tighter than I thought it would be.

"How do I look?" Henry does a little spin. Fuck he's adorable. How is someone that tall, not that he's that much taller than me, have such small person energy.

"You look great."

He really does.

"So do you." Henry winks and walks past me. Mother fucker knows he's adorable, and he's going to use that to kill me. I'm fine with dying like that.

He enters the kitchen. I follow in behind him. He opens a drawer and pulls out a fucking packet of pop tarts. If I had fucking known he had fucking pop tarts.

"What you have pop tarts!" I don't even care that I've already eaten. I am going to fucking inhale some god damn pop tarts. Henry giggles.

"Yup." Henry tosses me a packet of pop tarts. Man it has been so long since I've had these. And they are just as good as I remembered. "Come on we should head to school."

What school? It's like 6:30, school doesn't start till like 8.

"What it's so early." Why the fuck would anyone want to be on campus that early. And I can't go to school now. If I get to school I won't go home.

"Yeah I have a zero period. But I'm sure you could hang out." Of course he has a zero period. Henry looks real awkward. I can tell that he doesn't want me to be alone. That's nice of him, but I can take care of myself.

"No it's fine." Say the thing dumbass, "I should go check in with my mom." Mom is left alone with a definitely drunk Keith, and I'm here. I should have fucking left sooner what am I doing?

"Oh ok yeah." Henry kisses my cheek. I wish I could take him with me, but it's definitely not safe. He'd also be late to his zero period, we can't have Mr. Valedictorian be late.

"See you at school." I wrap my arms around arms waist. This feels right. I kiss him lightly. It's nice to have this little moment of peace.

"See you at school."

We head out the door. I get in my car and drive away from that awesome house and Henry. I can't think about him right now though. There's more important shit going on.

I pull up to my house. Keith's car isn't here. That's a good sign. I done actually know if Mon is home right now. I guess I'm about to find out.

I don't need to fucking knock, it's my house. I walk through the door. All the furniture is thrown about. Shit.

"Mom!" I call out into the house. I honestly don't care if Keith is still here. I want to see him try and step to me. THIS IS MY GOD DAMN HOUSE.

I hear movement from the other room. Well someone's here. That's good. Well, I hope it's good.

My mom bursts through the door of her room. Not a hair on her head is misplaced. She's fine. Oh thank god she's fine.

"I DID NOT RAISE A FAG." She's immediately yelling. "AND HOW FUCKING DARE YOU NOT COME HOME WHEN I TOLD YOU TO."

It's a miracle I didn't come home when I knew this was waiting for me.

"Mom, it was just a little-" I will keep calm. If you fight fire with fire the world would go up in smoke.

"I WILL NOT HAVE A SON WEARING MAKEUP."

"My friend just wanted to-"

"Oh yes let's talk about your friend. The one in the picture right?" She stopped talking but this sickly sweet tone is so much worse. "You were on that boys bed."

Jesus Christ. I don't even... What am I supposed to do? How the fuck can I respond?

"What does it matter?" I will never understand where they are coming from.

"WHAT DOES IT MATTER?"Back to yelling, great. "KEITH. GET OVER HERE."

Shit. He's here. But his car isn't outside. Damnit, I shouldn't have come. I should have just stayed with Henry.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Keith walks up and ignore any personal space that I could have had.

Keith doesn't scare me. He's just a bumbling drunk who spends his time here, instead of anywhere else.

"I could ask you the same question." This is my fucking house and I'm not going to let him bully me out of it.

Before I can realize what's happening, he has his fist cocked back and...

Fuck. The left side of my face sears with pain. Shit. My eye isn't opening.

"DONT EVER TALK TO ME THAT WAY." Likes he's done something to earn my respect. Like I should care about his opinion.

"Fuck you" I am not afraid of him.

A punch to the gut, and my knees give out. Jesus Christ only one punch and I'm down. Pathetic.

Keith steps away seemingly proud of himself. Fucking bastard.

"Get out of my house." Keith turns and takes a step. My house, mother fucker thinks it's his house. THAT FUCKING SON OF A BITCH.

"This is my house." My voice feels gravely. It hurts a little to talk. But I don't fucking care.

Keith turns, he looks furious. Good.

A blinding pain quickly spread throughout my body, from my stomach, where is foot makes contact. Shit. Keith kneels down.

"I will not have a fucking faggot in MY GOD DAMN HOUSE." He screams in my ear. As if I wasn't already in enough pain. He stands and leaves the room.

It's just me and mom. She's ok and that's what matters. He didn't hurt her. She's ok.

The look in her eye heart my heart. She shouldn't have to see me like this.

"Mom..." fuck. It hurts so much to speak. It feels like someone shoved sandpaper down my throat.

But everything is fine. Mom's here. She's my mom, she can't just let this happen. She can see how fuck shitty Keith is.

She doesn't come over to help me. She stands still.

"Mom..." I manage to say again, but fuck it hurts.

She follows Keith out. She leaves me here. She left me like this.

"MOM!" I can't move. I want to run after her but everything hurts. God damnit.

I can't tell if I'm crying because of her or because of my eye. But I'm just laying there crying, unable to move. I can hear Keith and Mom screaming at each other in the other room.

I can't live here anymore. I barely live here anyways. I can live in my car. I can't be here. Keith will never leave. It's not like I'm keeping anything valuable here anyways.

I can get away from this.

I'm finally able to pick myself up. I'm going to be extremely fucking late to school. My left eye is basically useless so driving is going to be interesting.

I pull into the student parking lot. 10:00 am. It should be break period right now. I missed two fucking periods. Great.

I grab a bag and grab a glimpse of my phone. Holy shit. That is a lot of notifications. Well it's nice to know they care.

I quickly forge a little doctors note. The lady in the attendance office really doesn't care. I put on some sunglasses so my eye doesn't draw to much attention. Ok. Everything's fine and this is a normal school day.

The lady in the office does not bat an eye at the forged note. She just signs me in. God bless public school.

I step out of the office and into the courtyard. I immediately spot Emma and Henry. They look worried. Really worried. I feel really bad for doing that to them.

"Hey guys." I walk up behind Henry. He spins around. The look in his eye. He almost looked like he was going to cry.

"Ted!" He hugs my tightly. Too tightly. Fuck. It's a nice sentiment but Christ it hurts.

"Hey Henry." I smile to maybe cool his nerves a little bit. I try to hug him back but I don't have the strength right now. Henry loosens his group slightly. Ok that's better.

"You look like shit." Emma back at it again with the snarky comments. You can always rely on her for those.

"Always a pleasure Perkins." Emma smiles sincerely back at me. She's a good person. I look back at Henry. He still looks terrified. "I'm ok Henry."

"No you're no-" He begins. I just went through quite a lot and I just want to have some bliss. So I cut him off by kissing him.

"I am fine." It's a blatant lie but I really hate seeing him worried.

"No you're not." Henry pulls off my sunglasses. Shit. Now the whole courtyard can see my fucked eye. "What happened?"

I should tell him. He deserves to know, he's been worrying about me. But I don't really want to tell him. It just really fucks with everything.

"I can't live with my mom anymore."

[penisparkerman]

warmth

my first peter parker fic, let me know what you think ( ━☞´◔‿ゝ◔`)━☞

summary: a late night filled with confessions

warnings: heavy kissing and well, peter’s shirtless. no smut though

the clock read 3 a.m.

all was quiet in the facility. no steve vs tony arguments, no boastful laughter from thor, no awkward bruce and natasha interactions, or the sickenly sweet ones between wanda and vision.

just pure silence.

peter liked the silence, liked the avengers’ noises too but the peace was nice for a change. he thought of the morning, when everyone would awaken and begin their daily squabbles or amusing banter. he thought of you, how you’d emerge from your bedroom with your messy bed hair and droopy eyes. how you’d smile and greet him with a cheery “g’morning peter!” he’d ruffle your hair and long for a morning kiss as he always does. he’s never received one, never will at the rate he was going.

you were gentle, kind, but a fighter when need be. you were always so determined and serious during missions, but at home you were soft and whiny. he loved the duality. your jokes and playful insults made him laugh, and your smile left him breathless, the sight so wholesome and nice that he’d happily die on the spot.

he padded quietly to the kitchen as more and more thoughts of you popped into his head, his lips parting to exhale a tired sigh. “god i’m pathetic.” peter grumbled to himself, jerking the refrigerator door open. the cool air made him shiver, gooseflesh rising on his skin. damnit, he knew he should’ve grabbed a shirt. he hugged himself and looked through the contents in the fridge, hands rubbing into his arms to rid of the cold.

“peter?” peter jumped and nearly slammed into the refrigerator door in his rush to turn around. his eyes met yours and all tension seemed to melt from his body, a hand coming to rest on his racing heart. “holy shit, you scared me,” he groaned.

he watched you laugh, the way your eyes crinkled at the corners and how your whole face seemed to brighten even in the dim lighting of the kitchen. “yeah, yeah, laugh it up why don’t you?” he chuckled, the sound fond even to his own ears.

“should’ve seen your face!”, you gasped, slapping at the marble counter. “i should’ve recorded it!” he rolled his eyes and playfully punched your arm, choosing not to acknowledge your adorable snort.

“i came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.”

“outdated memes are forbidden parker.”

he scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “really? since when?” he had to fight the smile that threatened to worm its way onto his face, your ‘threatening’ face too precious to ignore.

“since i said so punk!” you shook your fist at him, nose scrunched and lips pursed in a mock angry pout, making him giggle. “why’re you even up this late?” he looked over at the fridge, still opened and waiting.

“just wanted a snack. was feeling a bit hungry, you?”

“same here.”

he cocked his head towards the fridge, eyebrows raised. “you want me to get something for you too?” you nodded and he was back to rummaging through its contents, unaware of your mischievous smirk.

your arms wrapped around his middle and you ignored his jolt of surprise, holding him close as you rest your head between his shoulders. his breath stopped. “you’re warm...”, you said, a murmur he could barely decipher. he felt you move, nuzzling into his bare back as if to get closer; and he had to suppress a fanboy screech when he felt you smile against his skin.

he was dying, legitimately dying, there was no way peter could survive with a heartbeat this fast.

“i can hear it you know,” you teased, placing your hand where his heart was, feeling the beat hammering against your palm. peter swallowed, nervous, a million excuses running through his head. “it’s okay, mine’s beating pretty fast too.”

he turned in your arms, dark eyes searching yours. you smiled gently at him, pink lips curved so prettily he couldn’t help but stare. your arms unwound themselves from his waist, but before he could protest or apologize, you’re leaning in, pressing your foreheads together and cupping peter’s face with both hands. “__-________?”, he stuttered, shaky breath against your lips.

“i really hope i’m not reading this wrong,” you sighed and he could hear the quiver in your voice. “please tell me i’m not reading this wrong.”

“you’re not.” his hands rest on your hips, noses brushing. “i like you,” he rasped. “i’ve liked you since the moment you threw me into that truck at the airport. hurt like a bitch, but god you looked so beautiful while doing it.” your fingertips brush the hinge of peter’s jaw, your thumbs brushing his cheekbones, smoothing over the flush of pink that resided there.

“i like you too,” you giggled. his heart was bursting at the seams. “i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me parker.”

“yeah,” he said dreamily, and surged forward to capture your mouth with his. he worked your lips together, kissing you over and over, loving the fullness of your mouth, your taste. your small gasp when he nibbled your bottom lip, your nimble fingers as they entangled themselves with his hair; he loved it all. you part your lips at the first press of peter’s tongue, opening up for him, twining your tongues together. you let out another sound, something beautiful and warm, that travels down to the pit of his belly, spreads like wildfire throughout his body. you tugged at his brown curls and he released you with a gasp, your heavy pants filling the quiet atmosphere.

“f-for someone so inexperienced,” you took a moment to catch your breath. “you’re a pretty good kisser.” he admired your face with adoring eyes, drinking in your flushed cheeks and your lips, swollen and wet from his kiss; he couldn’t help the rush of pride that surged through him at the sight.

“pretty good?” peter raised an eyebrow and nudged your nose with his, smiling cheekily.

“oh darling, i could do even better.”

[morgansmornings]

ship meme Jayden and Beth

leaves their dirty clothes on the floor:

It was hard to tell who’s clothes belonged to who. Red, greens, and blues clashed with pastel and paisley. Skirts and jeans tossed about being left where they landed. Fabrics of all sorts scattered and making a collage of colour across the dark brown floor that was standard within the dorms of the campus. 

“Beth…. Have you seen my green shirt?” 

Wha kine?

“The green spaghetti strap. I want to wear it for my date tonight.”

A pause, the shift of an over sized sweater being pulled around tawny slender shoulders. 

Nooo…

“Are you lying?” 

Nooo…

“Are you lying about lying.”

Mebbe…

A sigh.

“Blue one it is then.” 

forgets to run the dish washer:Neat freak. Organized. Dishwasher always running both us stairs and down stairs to keep up with the health standards. 

At least that was how it usually was. 

But there were times that the Janissary couldn’t be assed to use Forces or Correspondence to poke one stupid button. It was usually after covert missions where she had the hardest time having the will to do much of anything but breathe. During those times she had given Beth permission to make sure that the mountains of leftovers found homes in the bellies of those that needed it most. 

On this night however, Jay was not as bad off as she usually was. No, this night she was just tired. Prue was off digging into a rumor to see if it was something that she could deal with at a later date or not. So she had the brownstone to herself. Finally a moment to unwind. To come down from the soul crushing pain that was both inflicted to her prey and that she received herself. 

She pulled the dishwasher open, taking a cup from the top rack and poured herself a healthy amount of cold coffee. She reached up and scratched the back of her feeling the grime clinging to her skin. Taking a long pull she immediately turned and spit the mouthful out. 

“God… Damnit.” She held back the sudden urge to gag as the taste of dish soap. 

“I love her… I love her so much Andy…” Jay whipped the back of her hand across her lips. “One of these days, I might strangle her.”

Though it wasn’t Beth’s fault. She did wash the dishes. She just forgot that the dishwasher was there to make things easier. pumps gas for the car:“Onna d’ese days, I’m gonna do it.” Beth said curling her legs under herself to rearrange the knitting supplies she had brought with her. 

“I’ll let you pump gas into the Caddy the day you can see over the wheel kid.” A ball of yarn bounced off the door. Jay couldn’t help but chuckle. With all the powers Beth had it was a miracle she was still the same sweet tiny and innocent soul in the world. Jay was certain that Beth could achieve peace among the others and bring the Wyrm to heel and purify whatever had driven it off the deep end. 

There was some mumbling that Jay chose not to make out because they wee already behind their, her, schedule. It was going to be a long drive to the east coast. Sure Jay could have gotten tickets, but there was not enough tranquilizers to put Beth to sleep long enough to fly that distance. Which is why there was a cruise bound for Hawai’i waiting for them in California. drives when they’re going somewhere:

“And then when we get there… Beth are you even listening to me?” 

“Mm-hmm.” 

“Really?” 

“Mm-hmm.” That was the moment Jayden pulled over into a parking lot. She knew Beth wasn’t paying attention. That much was obvious by how she was leaned against the passenger door with her chin propped on a delicate palm. Green-hazel eyes were glazed over not yet realizing that they had stopped. Jay reached over and took Beth’s hand in hers, tugging gently.

“Hey Tiny Dancer?” 

“Huh?” The Hawaiian turned to look at her best friend over many lifetimes. “Did we stop?”

“Figured we could stretch our legs. And after…” Jay shrugged a shoulder and pulled her hand away leaving the keys in Beth’s hand. 

“But ya alw-”

“I’m tired.” She wasn’t. “Not safe for me to be behind the wheel Tiny Dancer.” 

A light began burning that settled whatever worry had come over the Janissary.

“Copy d’at Rubba Ducky.” 

rearranges the furniture:It was mapped out clearly in her mind. To the point that she could walk around with her eyes closed and not once drop, trip, kick, or stumble over anything. Every item had a place and every item was kept just so. Even when she cleaned. Some called it obsession. Other called it a well maintained lifestyle. 

So when Jayden opened the door and dropped her keys to the floor she knew something was wrong. Looking around her living room, pool table, and most of the bedding from her guest and master bedroom was strewn about. Cushions and fabrics lay draped up over each other and her staircase leading up to the master bedroom floor had been turned into a keep of sorts. 

“Beth?” 

“D’e no be a Beth. Bu’ Lady WiggleWag an’ her fai’ful sworn hound Bitestwice.” 

“Don’‘t forget me!” 

“An’ Lord Noah of da far off lands to the South.” 

“Beth.” 

“Have ya tribute ta lay before mah noble feet?” 

“Beth!” 

“Wha?!” 

“Next time, just text me when you plan on babysitting.” Jay shook her head shrugging out of the leather coat she was wearing. Next came the heeled boot. “But if the Lady, Noble Knight, and High guard dog would allow, the council hath sent me, a humble peasant to bring tribute of cake and cocoa.” 

There was a moment of muttering, hushed giggles, and the soft bouf of Prue before she was answered. 

“Da lord bide ya welcome, stranger. As long as d’ere be ice cream.” 

“But of course.”

falls asleep with the TV on:Beth had always had a hard time sleeping. The Sandman kept away from her and when he did come, so did the Night terrors. Which is why Beth was always working strange hours at the hospital. Or going on late night ride alongs with Luc.  But on occasion there was a movie night. 

And this time, the soft sounds of Beth’s little voice spoke along with Inigo Montoya as he advanced upon the six fingered man. She mimicked his elegant moves with her own hands. Thrust. Parry. Block, slash, parry. Her slender form twisting on the recliner only once nudging the familiar once.

She turned to take Jay’s hand to find the younger woman asleep on the other recliner. one foot thrown over the arm, her head lolled off to the side and one hand still in the mixing bowl of Popcorn and M&Ms. 

“Good Night Jay. I mos’ likely kill you in da mornin’.” gets to use the bathroom first:Pulling herself up and out of the chair every joint she had creaked and popped as protest. Shuffling more in the style of a zombie rather then a human being she headed upstairs for the master bathroom. One hand ran through her hair  to push it from her face. She could already smell the coffee which meant Prue had set it up before the sleep over ended.

Rounding over the last step she could hear her shower going. A raised brow, a deep frown, and one arm crossing over her chest to scratch the back of her shoulder. The Janissary pushed the door open with a yawn. Sitting on the counter, a toothbrush moving with far more vigor than was humanly possible at this early time of the morning. “Dude, did you even sleep?”

“MMM!!” 

“Sorry. Knock first I know. But you’re dressed and a nurse. This isn’t the first time another woman has walked in on you.” “Mmm!” A finger waved way too close to Jay’s face for comfort. 

“Alright downstairs it is. But I’ll remember that the next time you have to piss.” Jay moved just fast enough to dodge the tube of toothpaste. But not the bar of soap that came right after. decides the temperature for the ac/heater:“Beth… it is 89 degrees. How can you be cold?” 

“Please?” 

“Oh.. My Gods okay! Fine!” Jayden flipped the switch for the seats heating coils built into the Cadillac. “Now flip the vents on your side so I can run the AC.” 

“But d’at doesn’t..” 

“Ah! Tch!” A hand puppet came up from the steering wheel. “I don’t want to hear it. I’m hot. Driver gets control that was the deal.” 

“Okay, but ya have any kine blanket?”

A pause. A sigh. 

“For the last time… NO!” sets up holiday decorations:When Christmas comes to town

The lights were strung over all the windows. Garland hung from the banister and the pegs for the stair case. Gingerbread wafted through the air. The Polar Express was playing just loud enough that the girls could sing along.

And all the dreams of the children

Flour coated the front of Jay’s apron, while steady hand folded the shortbread batter together. Small feet galumphed around chasing the clicking of sharp nails. The youngest chuckled at the panicked look in betrayed dark eyes. 

“Don’t look at me, you promised.”  

Once lost will all be found

“Traitor!” A pathetic whine came as the Hawaiian grabbed Prue from behind, with the over sized sweater. 

“Gotcha!”

It took several moments for Beth to bend in ways that would have been painful to others to get the familiar into the human made sweater. It was just this side of Ugly Christmas sweater. The soft fabric all hand woven from well kept and happy Angora Rabbits. 

That’s all I want when Christmas comes to town

leaves the lights on:Prue panted hard and heavy. She was struggling to stay up right but it was hard to do with a gaping hole that the burglar left as a parting gift. The storm raged outside and had knocked the power out a few minutes before hand. Limping across the wooden floor she collapsed not but three feet from the entrance. 

“Jay!” Beth’s voice echoed down the hall from the stairwell. At least that is what Prue assumed as she let out a whine. 

“Beth! Hurry! She’s been shot!” Jay all but sobbed as she dropped to her knees and began petting the dog’s head. 

“I..” 

“Beth please!” 

“Get da flashlights!” Jay nodded and turned on her phone’s light. She was speaking in half words and muted cries of heartbreak. Soon she started getting the mag lights to help illuminate the apartment. Soft but firm hands covered in some kind of gloves started prodding at the wound. Prue whimpered and yowled, but was not willing to snap out. 

“Jay, ya need for get me some candles.” Beth’s voice was a salve to adrenaline fried nerves. 

Minutes, hours it was hard to tell but the power came back on and Both Beth and Jay were sitting on the floor near the couch. Jay’s eyes were bloodshot while Beth’s were sympathetic. Even though all the lights were on, neither moved to turn off the flashlights or put out the candles. 

uses the bathroom with the door open:Beth always had the door closed when she went to the bathroom. It was habit. In through the door, turn, close, lock. When she was done it was unlock, open, and leave. Between the Admiral and her brother it was just a habit that had been instilled into her at a young age.

So imagine the heart attach she had the first time that she came back from class to find their shared bathroom wide open. And a nude Jayden backside pointed towards her. One strong leg propped on the bathroom ledge with razor in hand. 

“I’m sorry!: 

“Oh hey kid. Was wondering where you ran off too. Can you do me a favor and grab me my underwear. I left them on the dresser.” 

“I…” Beth learned and then made Jayden promise to never again, leave the bathroom door open after that. fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber):

Beth reached as far as she could while keeping Jayden pinned onto the couch. It would be the best, fastest, and the least amount of explaining needed. Jay however was of the opinion that He was a last resort call. Plus it wasn’t like he wasn’t already there. Watching and waiting for the right moment to interrupt the squabbling. 

“I said no.” 

“But he’s good.” 

“No. I am not letting that happen.” 

“But d’ats my phone.” Jay put her hand in Beth’s face to try and push her away.

“Ow! Stop with the biting!” 

“Den gimme da phone.” 

“No! I’m not calling Clint!” 

“Good thing I’m standing right here then. Things would get a little awkward if the pipe keeps leaking and you both fall on the floor. Might give the next person the wrong impression.” 

“HOW?!” 

“I texted him before ya took my phone.” Beth said with a victorious tone as she gave a sun-bright smile. 

This Meme: Accepting.Honorable Mention: @brooklynislandgirl and @multi-mused

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Secret--Chapter 28

Characters: Negan x Lily (OFC) Warnings: Language

Chapter 28

“Look at you!” Maggie shouted as she greeted Lily into the Hilltop, “How are you feeling?”

“Morning sickness has finally stopped. Three fucking months later!  I’ll take it though!” She replied, giving Maggie a hug.  Her belly had grown a bit more in the last month and the pregnancy was far more obvious.  People at Alexandria had already started giving her baby gifts.

“I might have some extra baby clothes in the house if you need any,” Maggie offered.

“I have so much baby stuff already!  I don’t think I can fit anymore into my house!” Lily joked.

Negan walked up with a box full of supplies.  “Where do you want these, Mags?”

“Give them to Alan.  He knows where it all goes.  Here to see your girls?”

Lily nodded, “Just wanted to check up.  Simon hasn’t come back since we dropped them off here.  Wanted to see if they wanted to come back to Alexandria with us.”

“I’ll take you to them,” Maggie motioned for them to follow her over to the trailers by the apple trees that had grown so beautifully over the past few months.

Lily took in the beauty that was the Hilltop.  The way things had grown here was truly breathtaking to her.  She nodded to everyone who said hello and stopped a few times to get hugs from a few familiar faces who wanted to congratulate her on her growing bump.  They reached the trailer where they had been hiding the girls and knocked on the door.

Amber opened the door and smiled when she saw Lily and Negan standing in front of her.  “Oh my god, Negan!  Lily!  How are you?!”  She glanced down at Lily’s stomach and screamed, “OH MY GOD YOU’RE PREGNANT?!”

“Mmmhmm!” Lily responded with a smile on her face.

Amber jumped out of the trailer and squeezed her.  “I am so happy for you!”

Negan stood beside them awkwardly wondering where the anger had gone from a few months before.  “Uh...thank you, Amber.  You seem...happy.  You don’t seem to fucking hate Lily anymore.”

Amber waved her hand at him after she let go of the hug.  “Oh, I never hated her.  I guess I was just jealous but I’m fine now.  I’m seeing somebody, actually.”

“That’s great!” Lily said, “Who?”

Lara stepped out and wrapped her arms around Amber’s waist.  “Me.  She’s seeing me.”

“Guuuuyyyysss!!!” Lily shrieked, “This is wonderful!!!!” She hugged them both tightly, squealing in unison.

“I’m so fucking happy for you, Amber,” Negan smiled.

“Thanks, Negan,” she said, “Never thought this would be a thing but here we are!”

“So,” Lily pulled away, “Any chance you guys want to come back to Alexandria?  It’s been a few months and Simon still hasn’t come back.  I think it’s safe now.”

Amber looked back at Lara, “What do you think?”

Lara thought for a moment then said, “I think we’re good here, actually.  The trailer isn’t so bad and we’ve made some friends!”

“I’m glad.  If you ever change your minds or even just want to come visit, you know you have a place to stay,” Negan told them.

The four of them talked for a little while, catching up on the little things.  Lily talked about the pregnancy, Amber and Lara told their story of how things turned around for them, and Negan beamed as he talked about becoming a dad.  Everything was peaceful for once.  Lily just hoped that it would stay this way.

“It’s getting dark,” Maggie said as she helped clean up the dishes from dinner, “You guys should stay.  We have room in the house.”

Negan swallowed his last bite of food, “I don’t want to impose, Mags.”

“It’s not imposing if I’m inviting you.  Please stay.”

“Thank you,” Lily said, “We appreciate that.”

The two of them were shown to the guest room and settled in quickly.  Lily nuzzled up to her intimidating teddy bear and sighed happily.  Negan caressed her head softly and hummed quietly.  

“Amber and Lara, huh?” he said.

“I swear to all that is holy, Negan, if you are fantasizing about that right now, I will lose my shit,” Lily joked with him.

He laughed, “Jesus, no.  I’m just...surprised.  Thrilled for them but surprised.  I didn’t know that Amber...ya know...fucked chicks.”

“Oh good lord, babe!” Lily laughed, “Always learning something new about people!”

He kissed her on the top of her head and agreed.  Lily felt her eyes getting heavy.  They continued their conversation but Negan could tell she was getting sleepy.  He turned off the side table lamp and let her relax.  “Goodnight, Lily,” he whispered as he felt her breathing slow down.  He pulled her in closer and placed a hand on her stomach.  A smile quickly spread across his face as he rubbed the small bump softly.  “Goodnight, little baby,” he whispered again.  

As he relaxed and felt sleep about to consume him, a bright light flipped on through the window.  He shot up, waking Lily in the process.  

“What the fuck is that?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he replied, the worry in his voice growing.  He walked over to the window and looked outside.  

A voice came on over a megaphone, “Wakey wakey, people of Hilltop!  You have something that I need and I need them now!”  

“Simon…” Lily whimpered, her voice shaking.

“God fucking damnit!!!  Go to Amber and Lara and keep them safe!  I’ll stall him!” Negan grabbed his shirt and ran out of the room.  He bolted down the stairs and outside to the gate.  As he got to the top of the outpost, he saw Simon smile.

“Negan!” he yelled through the megaphone, “Fancy meeting you here!”

“What the fuck do you want, Simon?!” Negan yelled back.

“I want my property!”

“You don’t have any fucking property here!  Now get the fuck out of here!”

“Amber and Lara!  I want them back!  Just give them back to me and nobody has to get hurt!”

“They aren’t here, Simon!” Maggie met Negan at the top.

“Bull-fucking-shit!  I saw them!  I’ve been monitoring you for weeks, Negan!  I know you brought them here.  Now hand them over and we’ll go!”

Maggie and Negan looked at each other then back at Simon.  “What do we do?” she whispered to him.

“We keep doing this.  Lily’s got the girls.”

Lily had managed to get to Amber and Lara in a matter of moments and got them to a safe place.  Deep in the cellar of the house, there was a hiding spot that Maggie had told her about a while ago.  The three of them sat silently as Negan and Maggie handled Simon and the rest.

“How did he find us?” Amber whispered.

“I don’t know…” Lily’s voice trailed off as she tried to listen to what was happening.

Negan and Maggie stood their ground.  “Get the fuck out of here, Simon!  I can’t believe I have to tell you at two different communities now, man.  If you aren’t going to trade supplies, you can get the fuck away from here!  They aren’t fucking here!” Negan shouted.

Silence quickly fell as Simon grew more frustrated.  He huffed, “I will kill everyone in there if I have to!”

“You don’t fucking have to you, you fucking homicidal maniac! Get over it!  She left you!  Christ almighty, you are so pathetic!  Is your dick that fucking tiny that you gotta scare women into being with you?!  When I had my wives I at least fucking gave them the goddamn choice.  But you?!  You’re a fucking monster.  Just go the fuck home!”  Negan’s frustration grew.

“Come on, Negan,” Simon said but was quickly distracted when he saw Lily beside Maggie.  “Oh fuck.  You’re knocked up.”

“I am.  And this pregnant lady really needs her fucking sleep so if you could kindly FUCK RIGHT OFF WITH YOUR BULLSHIT, that would be appreciated.  They aren’t here so go,” she hollered to him.

“Ya know, I was trying to be nice.  I was trying to make this easy but clearly you’re not going to make it that way.  Fine, I’ll leave.  But next time, I’ll be bringing a goddamn arsenal so either you can have them for me next time or I can burn this place down. Again!” Simon climbed into the passenger’s side of the truck and instructed Gavin to drive away.  The few Saviors that had come along followed suit.  

The three of them sighed with relief. They climbed down slowly and went to get Amber and Lara from the cellar.  They had been crying quietly as they waited for the go ahead to come out.  

“I don’t know what else to do…” Negan said, completely defeated.

“You guys have been amazing but maybe it’s time we went somewhere else,” Lara suggested.

Lily immediately shut down the idea, “No fucking way that’s happening!  There has to be somewhere else we can take you.”

“The Kingdom,” Maggie suggested, “We can smuggle them over like we’re taking supplies to the Kingdom.  Carol won’t mind.  She should be coming by in a few days for some trading anyway.”

“What do you think?” Lily asked Negan.

He nodded, “That’s probably a good idea…”  

Amber grabbed his hand, “Negan, thank you for getting us out of there.  I’m sorry Simon is hung up on us coming back.  You saved us and I will never be able to thank you enough for that.  You’ve done enough for us.  I think we need to start handling it from here.”

“Yeah, yeah.  Okay.  That’s a good idea.  The less connected we are, the better.  I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you better.”

“You’ve been wonderful to us even though I was a fucking psycho at first.  I was so desperate for help that I thought maybe losing my shit first thing was the way to go.  In hindsight, not my smartest choice,” she admitted.

He shrugged, “I mean, I get it.  I just want you two safe now, okay?  So just get to the Kingdom and stay safe.”

Maggie chimed in, “We’ll handle it from here.  We should probably try to get back to bed now.”

They all found their way back to bed after settling down the rest of the Hilltop residents.  Lily and Negan lay there wide awake, worried that Simon would come back sometime during the night.  She kept assuring him that they did the right thing and that they will stay safe.  They did their best not to think about it but the thoughts clouded their minds to an extreme.  That night, there was no sleep for either of them.

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“Thank Goodness for Crazy”

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Part IV: Too Bad I Wasn’t a Fan

Pairing: Erwin/Reader;

Warnings: Mentions of death and violence

Summary: Reader is just your regular gal from our world, but that changed one day when she woke up in the world of Titans. Giving a fake name to Erwin Smith who found her, she tries to understand the world she’s thrust upon and to survive in it. And try she did. Thing is, she knows nothing about this new world.

“Seriously? You’re asking me that now?” Okay, so I said that my best choice was to be cooperative and to never be hostile. Well, I’ve never been good at making smart choices. Thankfully, both Erwin and Shadis remained calm.

“Judging by your questions earlier, I’d say it is impossible that you were living right where we found you. You didn’t know what Titans are, you are unaware of the walls and your outfit was quite peculiar.” It seems like Erwin isn’t just an eye candy, he’s pretty smart, too.

And what do I say to smart guys? “No shit, Sherlock.” I answered purely free from sarcasm. It was more of an instinct now, really.

Erwin chose to ignore my little comment and continued, “there is still the possibility that you weren’t truthful. If that were the case, you would be someone really strong and wise to be able to survive among titans.”

“Yeah, well thing is I really am not from here. I literally don’t know why and how; I’m even hoping that I’m just dreaming. I’m … scared.” I admitted, my voice quivering. Oh no, the weight of all this is finally crashing in.

Tears soon fell from my eyes. I can’t help it. I’m lost, I’m surrounded by strangers and strange things, and I am handcuffed in an office of a high-ranking military man. I tried my best to cry quietly, but a sob escaped.

Pathetic. I have to get a grip. I, … “huh?” A hand tore me from my thoughts; a hand that wiped my tears. Looking up, it was the man seated in front of me. The men exchanged another look of understanding, then Erwin freed my hands.

“We believe you, for now.” He told me. I’ll take that. I still don’t trust myself enough to open my mouth, so I just nodded instead. Last thing I need is to completely breakdown. Breathing deeply, I successfully calmed myself.

“Erwin, I’d like to talk to her a little more. Privately.”

Saluting, Erwin complied with the Commander’s request, but before closing the door he took a long look at me. My eyes lingered on the closed door until the Commander cleared his throat.

“You know Miss Frost; you are not the first person found beyond the walls.”

“What? You mean you come across many people? Have you seen anyone who is strangely dressed like me? Or said they were from somewhere that you don’t have any idea where? Just like me?”

It was a rush, I feel excited. I hope there is someone like me, I surely need someone who knows the Beetles and Elvis right now. Being here has made me feel like a Martian, so far.

“I’m afraid not. There was only one person, and he was suffering from memory loss. As for his clothes, it was pretty much like the clothes we have. I’m telling you this because there might be a chance that you know this man.”

“It is possible. I hope he is someone I know.”

“His name is Grisha Yeager. Do you know him?”

“No. I don’t know anyone called that. But he lost his memories, right? Maybe that’s not his name. If I could see him, I can tell for sure.”

“That makes sense. Well, I guess we should also talk about where you will stay.”

Oh boy. This is it. Are they going to lock me up?

I guess my fear was evident on my face, because Shadis comforted me. “I’m going to take a risk and trust you. You’re not a prisoner, however we can’t let you live among the civilians. You don’t have any papers, and if the government learns about you, your future will be very bleak.”

“You’ll be staying with us – The Survey Corps. That way, we can keep an eye on you.”

I didn’t realize I was even holding my breath until now that I let go of a sigh of relief.

“Survey Corps?”

“We’re a branch of the Military that ventures outside the walls.” That’s a very concise explanation. I’m guessing Commander Keith Shadis is always straight to the point.

“Okay, so I’ll be living here in your base?”

“Yes. But you must not tell anyone of your origin. Only me and Erwin knows so far, and let’s keep it that way.” He told me in a tone so serious it made me feel like he was lecturing me.

Anyhow, I vowed to never reveal my origin.

My new background story? I’m from the Northern part of the walls, and my parents apparently died. They also happen to be close friends with the commander, so now he is my official guardian.

The days went by slowly, especially when there is no internet. Apparently, this world is medieval. Even though I keep on referring to this place as a whole other world, I’m still not sure I completely believe that. But if you’re the one experiencing this, you’ll learn to just shut off that part of your mind and just live your life in peace.

Commander Shadis – or uncle Keith now – gave me a room in the wing were the high-ranking officers stay. And it just so happened that my room is between his and Erwin’s. I still am under their radar.

For the first couple of days, I’ve been hoping that I would wake up in my room. Instead, I wake up in a room so bare it put minimalists to shame. The only furniture I have are the ones already in it – a sad-looking, wooden bedframe with a plain white mattress, a drawer and a cabinet. Oh, a single nightstand, too. The bedsheets and pillows were like hospital issued – they’re plain white.

It was tough, having to live by candle light. And it can get too hot without an AC. Electricity is like bigfoot here – it simply doesn’t exist. I was thankful though because they at least have indoor plumbing. There was no shower, however. It was big ass pumps and you have to use basins and buckets.

And my clothes! Oh my goodness, all they gave me was a couple of dresses which is an ugly shade of pink, mustard yellow and green. All colors that I hate. And the dresses’ style kinds of reminds me of the kind of dresses that milkmaids wear – you know, long sleeves, corsets and long plain skirts. At least that’s what they wear in the shows and cartoons that I’ve seen.

Hmm, shows. I bet what’s happening to me will make for a great show.

Trapped in a foreign land – a different world, even! Saved by a prince charming on a white horse from a man-eating titan. Well, not a prince per se.

Hmm, titan … I can’t help but think like I’m missing something.

Titans, … titans … I’m sure it’s not only used by Homer. Where else did I hear titans. Titans that attacks people. Attack?

OH. MY. GOD.

It’s that movie. And anime. And manga. Attack on Titan! Damnit. It’s about soldiers and walls and titans, right? Crap!!!! I’ve never seen a single damn episode!!! All craziness aside, I think I’m inside that world. The one anime that I didn’t get around to see yet. Perfect.

But I always believed and followed the words “Don’t cry over spilled milk”, and so I just brushed off my realization. It’s not gonna help me. Call me a loser, but I honestly don’t know a lick about the anime attack on titan. I just have to tread blindly in this world, hoping I won’t die.

And hope I did.

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