#makes me look at my partner and thank God that they stumbled into my life like they did

[joonipertree]

Tags: college au, awkward mikey, flustered mikey, mikey has a crush on you. skateboarder!mikey.

[I wrote this Feb 2022. THIS WAS BEFORE I WATCHED THE SHOW OR READ THE MANGA. I JUST SAW A PIC AND THOUGHT HE WAS CUTE???]

You weren’t sure what you were watching but you were pretty sure it was akin to a circus.

“Mikey, you have to.” A pretty girl said with a bored expression on her face.

“No.”

Mikey, your classmate, was simply circling around her with an equally bored expression. He was the definition of carefree, skateboard under his feet and hands in his pocket with his long blonde hair in a ponytail.

“You were fine five minutes ago.”

“That was before I had two mental breakdowns about it.”

“In the span of five minutes?”

“You don’t know my life.”

“I’m your sister.”

“No.”

“Mikey, just fucking go up to them and kiss already, it’s exhausting watching you pine.” Ryuguji, another classmate of yours, spoke from the bench he was sitting on.

“Shut your fucking mouth before I punch you, Kenchin.” Mikey deadpanned, skating a little wobbly for a second before righting himself.

“That’s not the point of this, you need a partner for the assignment.” The blonde girl spoke sternly.

“I’d rather fail than ask them.”

“I’ll tell big brother on you.”

“Oh no, I’m so scared. What horrible things will he do?” Mikey had a very sarcastic tone in his voice as he shivered exaggeratedly.

“Ass.”

“Emma, I’m still not convinced. There’s nothing that can possibly happen that will make me go and talk to them.”

“Oh hey _____, didn’t see you there.” Ryuguji all but shouted out.

Mikey promptly fell off his skateboard and stumbled two feet forward before stabilizing himself.

“Hey, sorry for just standing there, I needed to use the vending machine.” you said with a giggle.

Mikey all but skipped to the side which made you giggle as you walked towards it.

It was silent for a while and when you turned around, you saw the three of them having some kind of conversation with their eyes. It mostly consisted of Mikey shaking his head vehemently.

Emma looked at you a second later and smiled a saccharine sweet smile at you before saying, “I love that shirt on you, it’s very cute.”

You thanked her and looked to your right to see Ryuguji keeping Mikey in a headlock as the other tried to escape his clutches.

“So, I heard about that project that’s coming up. Do you have a partner yet?”

“Sadly, no.” You sighed. Your friends had paired off already and you were the only one left.

“Mikey doesn’t have a partner either.” Emma said just as Mikey broke himself free.

“Oh, if you want to be my partner then you can.” You said as nonchalantly as possible. To be honest, Mikey was very cute and you always wanted to talk to him but never had the courage.

“i’m-well-no-I mean-I-” Mikey stuttered the worst you’ve ever heard anyone stutter.

“This means yes in Mikey.” Emma informed and for your own sanity, you believed her.

With a drink in your hand, you walked towards him and handed him your phone.

“Add your number in, I’ll text you.”

The boy just stood there in silence, eyes almost out of his sockets as he held the pastel blue covered phone in his hand. You noticed how big his hands were and it made you blush a bit. You wondered what it would feel like to hold them.

“Oh my god, you fucking coward.” Emma muttered but before she could take your phone from his hand, he cradled it against his chest while glaring at her. He then very carefully typed in his digits.

You tried opening your bottle of juice but were very clearly failing to, grunting softly at the effort you were putting in.

He took the bottle from you and gave your phone back before very easily unscrewing the cap.

Why the fuck was that attractive?

He handed it back and you squeaked out a thanks before saying a quick goodbye.

You were too far to hear or see him but the boy melted against his best friend and whined over how cute you were.

“Did you see how cool I was opening that bottle for them? I was so fuckling calm, what the fuck.”

[malice-ov-mercy]

Waking Up in Vegas

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Content Warnings: 18+!, implied sexual encounter, mentions of alcohol and gambling, friends to lovers

A/N: inspiration taken from this post from @madomens

Word Count: 2k

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Noah Masterlist

“I feel like three years of my life has been wasted. What if I never find the one, Noah?” You pouted, sitting in the edge of the plush hotel room bed.

Noah sat beside you, pulling you close to him and tucking you under his arm. He pressed a quick kiss to the side of your head. It hurt him to see you so heartbroken and not yourself.

The breakup blindsided you both. Your—now ex— partner abruptly ended things a week before your four year anniversary. They offered no explanation and then just disappeared off the face of the earth.

“You haven’t wasted anything, (Y/N).” He hooked his thumb under your chin and turned your head so you were looking at him. “It’s their loss, not yours.”

Water welled in your eyes. Noah frowned. Gently, he cupped your face and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“Hey, no crying. You’re too pretty to be crying over some loser.”

The sound of your small chuckle made his heart flutter. He smiled softly. You offered a weak smile of your own. How your ex so easily bared to drop you baffled him. Clouds surrounded you, but to Noah, you were still the living embodiment of warm sunshine.

“Thank you, boba.”

Noah scrunched his face, making you laugh louder. He always acted like he hated the nickname, but you knew he adored it, simply because it came from you.

He kissed your forehead then stood, holding his hand out for you.

“C’mon. Vegas awaits. We’re gonna make you forget all about the last three years.”

Come 2:00 AM, you and Noah were lost to the chaos of Las Vegas. At this point, you were sure your blood was mostly alcohol. You won big at a few casinos, but ultimately ended your night breaking even. The world spun more than you remembered. Standing up right was hard and walking wasn’t much easier.

Noah stumbled along close behind you, his hand safely on your lower back. You spotted a bench and your feet started screaming at you. You made a beeline for it, leaving Noah behind and to chase after you.

A heavy groan loud enough to wake the dead left your body as you collapsed onto the bench. Sharp stinging pain shot through your feet. Your hotel wasn’t far, but if you walked one more second, you would crumble.

“Oh my god,” you said out of breath. “You may have to carry me back to the hotel, Noah. I can’t walk any further.”

He scoffed and joined you. “If I wasn’t so fucked up, I would. I’d absolutely drop you the second I tried.”

You giggled. “I guess we’re just stuck here then.”

Noah hummed in response. He draped an arm across the back of the bench. You leaned into his side and closed your eyes. The harsh brightness and flashing of signs started to hurt your head. Noah dropped his arm and softly ran his fingers over the white fabric of your suit jacket. His cologne swirled around in your nose.

Briefly, you dozed off in the warming comfort of Noah’s embrace. For as long as you’ve known him, Noah provided a safety you never experienced. He always went out of his way to make you feel cared for and loved. Every special occasion or hard time, he was there. The world truly blessed you with the greatest and best friend anyone could ever ask for.

You opened your eyes, squinting and blinking to readjust to the Vegas cityscape. The hustle and bustle of the night invaded your fuzzy thoughts. A plethora of signs littered the space above sidewalks and building walls. Clubs, bars, sex shops, restaurants, and so much more.

Out of the corner of your eye, a bright pink heart neon sign caught your attention. You squinted at it. Not far from it was a small structure that poorly resembled a chapel. A sinking filling filled your chest. Three years of memories rushed back to the forefront of your brain. Thoughts of what could have been consumed you.

“You okay?” Noah’s gentle voice cut through the heartbreak in your head.

You looked up at him. His brows were furrowed. The obnoxious heart shaped sign reflected in his eyes back at you.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Of course, anything.”

You tore your gaze away, suddenly finding yourself unable to look at him. Your eyes wandered back to the chapel.

“If neither of us are married or in a committed relationship by the time we’re like forty, can we just marry each other?”

Noah shifted and drew your attention. He blinked at you, clear confusion on his face.

“I don’t wanna end up alone, Noah.” Your voice cracked.

“(Y/N)…” Noah cupped your face. “You won’t be alone. You’ve got me. Always.”

You smiled half heartedly. “I appreciate that, but I’m serious.” You placed your hands over his. “Promise me.”

Noah studied you. His hesitation scared you. It was a big request and one you probably should not have made while severely intoxicated, but you definitely wouldn’t have the courage to ask him sober.

“You’re seriously asking me to marry you?” Noah spoke, his tone sounding incredulous.

You nodded.

He mimicked a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

Nausea bubbled in your gut, either from alcohol or anxiety as you waited for an answer.

A few more seconds of awkward silence passed before Noah’s lips curved into a tiny smirk. He chuckled lightly and extended a pinky finger. You hooked yours around his.

“I hope for your sake you’re happily with someone by then. I’d make a terrible husband.”

You playfully shoved his shoulder. “Are you kidding me?! You came with me on an anniversary celebration because my ex dumped me last minute and it was too late to refund. You are absolutely husband material.”

Maybe it was all the colorful lights, but you swore you saw Noah blush. With a nervous cough, he stood up. His eyes really were perfect little boba in the night light.

“We should probably head back to our hotel.” He held out his hand. “It’s so late and I’m exhausted.”

You grabbed his hand and hoisted yourself up. The sudden shift made your head spin. A wave of intense dizziness washed over and you nearly knocked Noah down. He was quick to catch you.

“Can we go to one more place first?”

“(Y/N)…”

“Please, boba?”

With a defeated sigh, Noah interlocked your fingers.

“Fine. But you're paying for the ride back.”

Dragging a reluctant Noah behind you, you start towards the chapel. Curiosity was killing you. You wanted to see what it looked like inside and desperately wanted a picture of the neon sign.

Sun beamed through the floor to ceiling window. It was millions of miles away, but it settled right over your eyes. You grumbled, feeling the throb of a hangover poke at your brain. You reached up to shield your eyes from the sun’s dreaded light, but your hand smacked something warm and soft. It made a displeased noise, then you felt your body being pulled closer.

You realized you were caught in someone’s embrace. Panic prompted your eyes to fly open. Noah’s sleeping face greeted you and you relaxed. It wasn’t entirely unusual to be cuddled together, but you were pressed flush against his bare chest, not an inch of space between your bodies. You could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heart.

“It’s not polite to stare, (Y/N),” Noah rasped, voice heavy and thick with sleep.

He opened one of his eyes and peeked at you, a lazy smile on his face.

“Did I wake you up?”

“You kind of smack me in the face.” Noah chuckled, pulling you even closer in his embrace.

His chin rested on top of your head. He drew gentle circles on your bare back, the tender caress softly tugging at the lingering sleepiness. You threw one of your legs over his and nuzzled into his chest, sighing contently and enjoying the warmth of his soft skin. The realization you were both naked dawned on you suddenly.

“Noah?”

“Hm?”

“What did we do last night?” You asked.

You pulled away enough to look at him, noticing a small, barely visible mark on his jaw. Noah met your stare. His eyes then went to your neck and chest.

“Well,” he spoke, bringing his left hand to your neck and trailing a finger down to your chest, “judging by the marks and the lack of clothing, I’d say we fucked.”

A blush spread over your face at the bluntness of his words. He hooked his index finger under your chin. Dark, mischievous eyes stared back at you.

Noah ran his thumbs over your bottom lip. “Would you like a refresher?”

Embarrassed and flustered, you tried to wriggle from him. He laughed lightly but didn’t let you stray too far. You furrowed your brows, trying to display fake annoyance. Your expression softened as he intertwined your fingers. Noah gazed lovingly at you. Warmth filled your heart and spread through you. You smiled softly at him. He mirrored the gesture.

Your eyes fell to your hands. There were rings on your fingers that weren’t there last night— Noah’s a simple black band and yours a simple silver band that had started to turn your finger green. You racked your brain trying to remember where you could have possibly gotten jewelry, but drew a blank. Noah followed your gaze, equally perplexed.

Details of the night were hazy and far away. There was lots of drinking, that much you knew. The pounding in your head reminds you of that. You remembered your luck running fry at tables and slot machines. After that, the picture in your head was scrambled and jumbled. Some pieces had pink in them, another had a paper with yours and Noah’s signatures—but your name looked different. Your last name wasn’t there. It was—

“OH MY GOD!”

You sat up and put significant distance between you and Noah, startling him with the sudden shift and volume of your shout. You glanced back at Noah, sheer panic on your face and concerned confusion on his.

“WE GOT FUCKING MARRIED.”

The picture finally came together in your head. The pink of the neon sign, the marriage certificate, Noah convincing you to get cheap rings as “place holders” until he could ”give you a proper ring”, pouncing on each other the moment the hotel room door closed.

Your head spun from the memories.

“Forty came quicker than I expected.” Noah joked.

You gave him an exasperated sigh and cradled your head in your hands. Sheets ruffled behind you and the spot beside you dipped. Noah wrapped an arm around you and nestled you into his side.

“Okay, not the time for jokes. Sorry.” He pecked the top of your head. “If you want, we can look into getting an annulment.”

“If I want?” You looked at Noah. “What about you?”

He shrugged. “I don’t hate the idea of being your husband.”

His statement rendered you speechless. You looked at the ring on your finger. Honestly, there was no reason you could think of that against being married to him. Every future you ever envisioned always featured Noah in some way, either by your side at the altar or across from you.

You looked back at the soft boba eyes watching you. You cupped Noah’s jaw and pulled him into a tender kiss, not caring an ounce about his or your morning breath. Butterflies took flight in your stomach and made a home in your heart. You smiled into the kiss, and so did Noah, followed by sets of giddy giggles.

“I don’t know about you, tea, but I’m starving. How ‘bout some food?”

Noah gazed at you. You looked at him confused.

“‘Tea’?”

“Yeah,” he said matter of factly, like the randomness of the word was obvious. “What’s boba without its tea?”

You outwardly cringed. “You are not calling me ‘tea’.”

“Puddin’?”

“Better.”

“Spouse?

“Perfect.”

[hyuuukais]

✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

warnings ☆ food mention, swearing

[TAGLIST -> CLOSED]

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS

☆partially written, 9 screenshots☆

CHAPTER FOURTY ☆ LUCKY

Felix is waiting for you downstairs. He's all bundled up, and you can't help but giggle at how adorable he looks. Once he hears you, he looks up, breaking out into a smile. It felt warm like the sun, bright and glowing; it felt like home.

And maybe that's when you realize it- Felix has become your home, your safe space. You've never been so in love. Picturing a life without him... you can't, truly. It's like he's always been there, and in a way, he has. You grew up watching his videos, dreaming of the day you'd meet, not believing it would actually happen. Now?

Now, you're so in love with him it hurts.

"Lixie!" His cheeks tinge pink at the nickname. "I'm so excited for tonight! I don't know what we're even doing, but I really don't care as long as it's with you."

"God, I love you," he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you walk out the door.

The cold air hits you, causing you to shiver. You made the mistake of not wearing a jacket, figuring it wasn't that cold today, forgetting it got colder at night. Not wanting Felix to notice, you suppress the urge to shiver more, cuddling into his side instead.

"It's not a long drive," he says, opening the passenger door for you. "The heat is on in case you're cold."

You nod, stepping into the warmth. He gets in the driver's side, only taking off when you're both secured in. The drive really isn't long, like he said, only ten minutes.

"Close your eyes, we're almost there!" Felix says excitedly. "I want it to be a surprise!"

"Okaaay," you reply, closing your eyes, eyebrows raised slightly. "When do I get to know what's happening?"

You hear him open and close his door right as you asked, you own door opening a few seconds later. Cold air swoops in, right down your back.

"Once we're inside, love."

Felix takes your hands, guiding you down an icy path. Another door opens and you step through, immediately warming up. Hands rub up and down your arms before leading you further into the mysterious building. Stepping into another room, the temperature change almost causes you to open your eyes prematurely.

"Okay... you can open your eyes." You can hear the smile in his voice, and the nervousness.

Opening your eyes, you gasp. You're standing on the edge of an indoor ice rink, the only source of light being the fairy lights decorating the edge. On the bench to your left sits two pairs of skates. You look at Felix, jaw dropped.

"No one's coming for the rest of the night. It'll be just us," Felix shifts from one foot to the other. "Do... do you like it? I know you wanted to learn to skate, and Kai mentioned to me once how much you love fairy lights so I thought-"

"Felix!" You throw your arms around him, startling him. "This is beautiful! Ahhh, let's get on the ice!"

After getting the skates on, you stumble onto the ice, a death grip on Felix's right arm. You glide clumsily into the middle, stopping to look at your partner only to find he's already looking at you.

"You're always looking at me," you start, grabbing his other arm. "Whenever I look at you, you're there first. Sometimes I wonder if there's something on my face."

"Oh there's something on your face alright." You look at him funny and he laughs. "You know, eyes, mouth, nose..."

You scoff and hit him playfully, but lose your balance. As your legs fall away from under you, he's grabbing you, keeping you upright. It takes you a second to stand without slipping.

"Now that was embarrassing."

He laughs, a deep, warm laugh. Your heart skips a beat, and his hand is suddenly on your neck. You look at him with heart eyes, and he's leaning in, placing a small kiss on the corner of your mouth. When he pulls away, it's not far, eyes moving from your lips to your eyes. A hand sits on your waist, your own gripping his shoulders.

"Want to try going around the whole rink?" He talks low.

"After this," you say, leaning back in the a proper kiss. His lips are soft and loving; home.

☆

After what seems like hours of stumbling and falling, you manage to make one round around the ice upright and without holding onto anything. When you circle back to the open rink door, Felix scoops you up into a hug, lifting you off the floor congratulating you. Then, the two of you left, Felix announcing this was only the beginning of the date.

"Really?" You question him as he opens your car door. "Man you should have told me before... I'm too tired to do anything else now..."

You sigh dramatically, leaning your head back, eyes closed. When you get no response, you open one eye to glance over at Felix. He's looking away from you, biting his lip.

"Baby I'm joking!" You turn your body to face him, legs dangling out the car.

"I know," Felix's sad expression breaks when he looks at you smirking. "I can mess with you too, you know."

The two of you giggle as he lifts your legs back into the car, closing your door. This time, he drives for a while, to the outskirts of the city. Water is lit up by the moonlight, the river looking peaceful as ever.

Felix parks the car as close as he can to the water and he once again comes around to open your door. You step out, hand holding Felix's as he guides you to the open trunk. Inside are plush blankets, pillows, and a couple bags of candy.

"Stop it, this is so cute and cozy." You climb in, Felix close behind. From here, you have the perfect view of the stars and moon. "This is perfect."

He blushes at your choice of words, but you can't see, you're too enthralled with the night sky, and he's too enthralled in you. The way the light caresses your face, strands of hair blowing gently in the breeze, eyes lit up and mouth open just the slightest. Everything about you is beautiful, stunning, gorgeous. You're made of stardust, and he's lucky enough to lay his eyes upon your particles.

It's peaceful, just the two of you cuddled up in the back of the car, river splashing in the distance. You can see the stars so much better out here, you realize. At one point, the heat of the car isn't enough and you start shivering again, but Felix is quick to wrap his jacket around your shoulders and tuck you further into the blankets. You're practically falling asleep when Felix nudges you.

"Honey?" He kisses your temple, breathing in your scent. "I know you're enjoying this, and I am too, but its getting really late and we have somewhere else to go still."

"There's more?" You sit up, eyes wide.

"Yes," he laughs deeply again. "Come on now. Let's get going!"

☆

Next, you pull up in front of a small cafe. It looks closed, but in the very back you see a light on. For the third time that night, Felix opens your door and guides you, this time to the door of the cafe. He knocks loudly and you check the time on your phone. 1:08 am, surely nobody's here still. At this time?

But sure enough, an older man greets you at the door like an old friend. He sits you down at a table, saying he'll be right back with your order.

"Our order? We just got in though?"

"I made plans ahead of time," he says. "So everything would be ready by the time we got here."

Before you can reply, the owner is back with a covered dish. He places it on the table, lifting the cover to reveal the fluffiest strawberry cheesecake you've ever seen in your life. While you're busy staring, the owner has left and come back again, placing a strawberry milkshake with two straws in front of you.

"Shut up, this looks and smells delicious." You lick your lips, nearly drooling at the sight.

You watch as Felix cuts you a thick slice, then his own. The two of you eat in silence, savouring the flavours.

"This is the best thing I've ever eaten," you say, stuffing the last bite into your mouth.

When you finish, Felix pulls out a small pouch. He opens it, shaking it into his palm. Out comes a silver necklace with a red strawberry charm.

"Put it on me?" You say, voice barely above a whisper.

And so he does, gently.

The owner had put the rest into a to go box for you, taking the empty milkshake glass away. You both thanked him before leaving, finally heading home.

You stop outside of Felix's house.

"There's one more part."

And for the last time that night, Felix opens your car door and leads you up the steps to the house. He unlocks the door quickly, allowing you to step inside first. The temperature of the house quickly heats you, and you strip off Felix's jacket. Upon entering the house, you see a familiar set of pyjamas folded on a small table to your left; the same ones Felix had bought you for your fake first date.

"Go change," Felix speaks from behind you.

☆

You come back to see Felix in his matching pjs, just like before. And like before, there's a giant pillow and blanket fort in place of a living room. You tug Felix's hand, your turn to guide him down into the blankets.

"Before we settle, I have something for you." Somehow, you were able to smuggle the package into the house without him noticing, now handing it to him. "I wanted to try and make tonight special for you too."

"Anything is special with you," He replies with no hesitation, taking the package in his hands, fingers brushing yours.

Inside is a chicken plushie with a sun embroidered in dark gold thread on the chest. He pulls another out, matching his except for the colour and symbol. This one was pink, with a strawberry replacing the sun.

"You got us matching plushies...?"

You blush.

"I-If you don't like it that's okay-"

"No!" He clears his throat, lowering his voice. "No, I love this. Thank you, Y/N."

He looks at you with love in his eyes, passing you the pink chicken.

"Oh- actually this one is yours," you switch the plushies. "I thought it would be like having each other around when we can't be."

"Y/N..." Felix's heart swells. "That is the cutest thing in the world."

"Pretty sure you are, actually."

"No you-"

"Let's not start," you laugh, running a hand down your face. "We both know we'll go on for hours. Hours we could be spending watching the movies you picked out!"

"How did you know?" Felix leans back.

"This part is just like our first date, just, real this time."

"It was always real for me."

You stare at him, eyes flicking to his lips, then back to his eyes. Your hand finds his.

"Me too."

☆

The movies are over, and the sun is starting to rise. Your head is resting on Felix's chest, feeling the rise and fall off his breathing. His hand is in your hair, lightly scratching your scalp. He thinks you're asleep.

"Y/N... you look so peaceful right now," he starts. "I know you can't hear me... I don't know if I could say this to your face yet though, but, well-" He laughs at himself, failing to form a sentence. "I love you. So fucking much. Never expected you'd fall in love with me too, and I've never been so happy. With you, I never feel bad, only loved. I want you to know I'm here for you, I always will be, through it all. No matter how tough it gets, I'm here for you. This may be too soon but..."

He runs a hand through his hair, leaning his head against yours, nose pressed against the top of your head. This close, he can smell hints of your shampoo.

"Youre my forever." He chuckles lightly, tears forming in his eyes. "Ahh, I'm getting tired and sappy."

Holding you close, he sniffles, controlling his breathing as to not wake you. When he feels you shift, his breathing stops.

"You're..." you whisper softly, barely awake. "My forever too... wanna grow old with you... whack you with my cane for fun..."

Your words make him laugh and his grip on you grow tighter. You manage to stick your head up enough to feel his lips brush your cheek.

With just a slight movement, your lips find his, melting into the kiss. The hand in your hair stills, holding you in place as you find a rhythm. You sigh into the kiss, heart thumping loudly in your ears. Everytime feels like the first with Felix, and you want to scream. Emotion overwhelms you, happy tears in your eyes.

You fall asleep like this, limbs entagled. Two halves of a whole, the sun to your moon, the light in your dark. Nothing can tear you away from one another, not even the end of the world.

notes ☆ and just like that, it's over. thank you all for the love and support this fic has recieved 💙 it's overwhelming how much love i feel for this fic and the people i've met through it (in particular tachi 💗 and rain 🤎). it's a bittersweet feeling ending this. i don't even know how to put it into words how grateful i am. ofc, this won't be my only fic! a kind of sort of sneak peak to what i would like to create next is here. the taglist will be starting fresh, so lmk on that post if u wanna be added from the start! but anyway. even though it's sad this is ending, there's still so much to come. i love u all, and again, thank u so so much 💙

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[thewritingofspencerrose]

general masterlist | Partners in Crime

an introduction into just how jack met crim

before all the love and chaos that was to come

Tap tap.

Someone must have just bumped into me.

Tap tap.

"Dahlia..." Bella's shaky voice begins, her eyes wide as she stares just past me.

"What is so surprising beh-" I can't even finish my line of questioning when I turn to see exactly what - more so who - is behind me.

Jack Hughes, number 86 for the Devils, smiling shyly and looking almost adorable in his little beanie.

"Sorry for interrupting, you seemed invested in the game so I figured now would be the best time to come down," He offers, shrugging.

"Um, hi," Is my awkward response.

"Hi," He chuckles, sticking out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Jack."

"I- I know," I stumble, and God I want to crawl inside a hole, "I think everyone in here knows who you are."

"Well, I'm really only hoping to know who you are?" Oh. Is he flirting with me?

"Oh, I'm Dahlia. Dahlia Quigley-Spencer."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Dahlia Quigley-Spencer," He assures, making me smile. "I saw you dancing from our box, and yelling at the refs," Jack begins with a chuckle, gesturing up to the box above us where other injured Devils in beanies are less than discretely looking over the railing at us.

"Do they usually have such a... staring problem?"

The question comes out before I can fully process, Bella snorting behind me as the ever supportive best friend that she is. Jack's laughing nearly as much as she is.

"They tend to be... involved in my life. We're lucky, my brother is on the ice or he'd probably down here too," Jack explains.

"And why is that?" I can't help but ask, hoping it comes off in the flirty way I'm meaning it to.

He smirks, and I can tell my words were taken in at least a small bit how I wanted them to be. "Because I came down to talk to a pretty lady, and he'd want to chirp me about how bad I am at flirting."

"Well I think you're not all that bad, may need a little sprucing up but your smile makes up for it." Oh that earns a blush.

"Really?" He asks cutely, like he's not used to being complemented, which I know isn't true. I can't help but nod, his smile growing. "Thanks, you have a pretty smile too," He returns, bringing a smile to my cheeks.

"Ew, barf, lover boy, are you going to join us or are you going to leave so we can pay attention to the second?" Bella asks, bringing to both Jack's and my attention that the boys are retaking the ice.

It brings an awkward moment to us, unsure of what to happen next.

"Would you like to join us? No one is really around here that might bother you?" I offer, "Also, then you could practice that flirting of yours."

He's smiling, it's a good sign. Body is relaxed, even breathing, he's visually happy.

All very good signs.

"Yeah, I think I'd like that," He agrees, waving up to his friends before taking the seat beside me. "So, are you always so cool when you come to hockey games?"

Bella laughs once more, and I really am regretting bringing her along.

"Am I usually yelling and dancing? Yes," I answer, turning my eyes away from where they had landed on the ice, and on to him. "Am I usually so smoothly flirty? No. I'm currently riddled with anxiety and purely coasting off of that to get me through this conversation."

He laughs, really loud and brightly, which does well to smooth some of my worries at my honesty.

"Well, you're doing great. Think you can handle another two periods of this?"

He's sweet. And I can't help but smile.

This boys is so much more than a hockey player.

"I think I'll be more than okay."

[imagine-silk]

May I request something with Nick? Like, Sole was a detective who worked with the Nick who Nick was based off of? So Nick would definitely be surprised to see Sole. I could kinda see that perhaps this could cause a bit of inner conflict with Nick too. Thank you for considering my request, hun!

》I need to learn how to make dividers. If any of you know how to make them let me know. (oh my god I never knew I liked to be called 'hun' (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝))

Nick back then was different for obvious reasons. The war was still going on but it was still not a lost cause, and he didn't encounter it day to day by force but by choice. He was married to Jenny, the girl of his dreams that he always thought was out of his league. His identity was unquestioned and never in doubt and he never had a problem with his body. He was happy with his life.

You had a huge influence on him. When he met you he was just barely out of his cop uniform and getting used to wearing what he wanted. You were the one he was assigned to to learn the ropes. Something you weren't very happy about in the beginning but you were never mad at him, he wasn't the one to make the call. So you showed him what you did and taught him what you knew at the time.

From the start he wanted to make a good impression and was very eager to please. It took a second for him to calm it down. He still admired you. After his tutelage was done neither of you asked for a change. It was silently agreed you were partners, no talk needed.

You were there when he scanned his brain. It was for college students and their studies. You told him it was strange and to think twice about it but he laughed and said it was for science. That's the last memory he had when he woke up in the trash.

While he was adjusting he stumbled a lot. Then when he was welcomed into Diamond city and given his agency he tried to take hold of his life. The way he did was to pretend like he was you, to do what you would do, to take authority and be the one in charge. Over the years he changed. After a lot of reflection he realized you wouldn't have wanted that, you didn't want him to be you. You would want him to be the best version of himself. So he strive to be the person you saw in him.

Time stopped for him when you saved him in the vault. He felt so many different things. And he saw your confusion. You were under the impression he survived like you did, because no one told you he was a synth. Neither of you remember who said you should get moving but one of you did.

At the agency you asked your companion to wait outside for this reunion. "Nicki." A nickname you always called him by fondly. "You do remember me, right?"

What was he supposed to do, lie to you? But that was the problem. How much of him was a lie? He tried to explain but that made him think in circle. He did remember you but he wasn't yours, he wasn't who you remembered. He wasn't Nick. But he did know you. He still wanted to please you. He wanted you to see what he made of himself and tell him he did good. But you weren't his to claim because he wasn't Nick. But he was. He was Nick and there was no running away from that.

You hushed him, "It's okay. If you want to go back to us we'll do that. If you want me to be a stranger we can do that. I'll go at your pace. No matter if you're my Nick or your own. And if you never want to see or speak to me again I'll leave after we find Shaun." Again you put the ball in his court, just like he remembered. And he knew whatever he said you would pick the ball up and play the game with his rules.

"I'm not him. I'm not. But I want to be with you again." It was all so much. He knew you but you didn't know him. Somehow you knew exactly what he meant; I want you to know the me now.

He never really thought about how much he missed you in the last couple of years but now that you were here it was kind of embarrassing. You hired him to help you but he still looked up to you. It felt like he was hired help instead of a private eye. Every step of the way you smiled and told him he was doing a good job.

Throughout your time together you bond. It's different but familiar, it's built on what you had and became what was new.

He actually held Shaun once. He actually held him several times but he only remembered the first. This was personal for him too. The child of his best friend.

He was so confused when you came back through the telepad without Shaun. He followed you when you stormed away to your house and saw your break down. "I lost everything. Every fucking thing! My world, my wife, my partner, and now my son. What am I here for? Who do I need to kill-" You stopped when you saw his face and realized what you said. "That's not what I meant. Nicki. Nick!" You called out but he was out the door.

There he was hiding in his office like he did after your first fight on the job. But that was the problem wasn't it, he wasn't the one you upset at the time. Of course you knew he was hiding there and showed up. He didn't stop you when you sat down next to him. "Do you remember-"

"I probably do." It was bitter and pointed but you continued.

"Not like that. Yesterday I said 'tomorrow this will all be over'. And you said?"

"'It's not over until the fat lady sings'."

You chuckled, smiled, like nothing was wrong. You were so good at that. "That was the first time I'd ever heard that. You, Nick, never said that. It surprised me. What a weird saying. You're not Nick, I know that. I lost him. But I have you."

You'd just found out you lost everything from before the war and here he was being selfish, having the gall to need reassurance from you. The sweet thing was he knew you would tell him that was a stupid thought and you'd always have time for him no matter how silly. "You do have me." Like that he tilted and put his head on your shoulder.

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Helpful, in a Heterodyne Kind of Way

inspired by this post, Saturnus Heterodyne, doting grandfather, attempting to find Agatha a PROPER boyfriend

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“No.”

Saturnus blinked.

“Did you say something, dear?”

Teodora approached like a tidal wave and hit about as hard. Saturnus went stumbling back, clutching at his jaw, but Teodora kept coming, punctuating her words with hard jabs to his chest.

“You will not kill my sons. You will abdicate to Bill. You will let him rule Mechanicsburg, his way, and you will like it, or so help me, Saturnus Heterodyne, I will break you.”

Saturnus stared at his wife, who seemed to tower over him like the god queens of old.

“…yes, dear.”

“I don’t like him.”

Agatha rolled her eyes, but did it fondly.

“You never like any of them.”

“And I definitely don’t like this one. Sturmvoraus, pah! And a Valois! Weaselly little devils, with their poisons and their smoke knights and their secret assassinations…”

“I’m sorry, you don’t like them because they kill people?” Agatha asked, raising her eyebrows.

“They don’t kill people properly!” Saturnus bellowed, thumping his fist down on the arm of his chair. “The only reason a man needs to poison a knife is because he’s not good enough to kill you without it!”

“Well, I thought he was very charming.”

“That sister of his had promise,” Saturnus said, perking up a little. “There’s a girl who understands leadership.”  

“She wanted to flense the servants because they didn’t hem her dress correctly.”

“So she’s a bit of a project,” Saturnus said, dismissively. “You always liked a challenge.”

“I think I’ll give this particular one a miss, thanks,” Agatha said, with deep amusement.

Saturnus’ expression grew serious, and he gripped her hand tightly.

“I know you’re all grown up, and you don’t need looking after anymore—especially not by some miserable old codger,” he said, earnestly, “but when I’m gone—”

“Grandfather, please,” Agatha said, rolling her eyes. “You’re not that old—”

“When I’m gone,” Saturnus continued, insistent, “I want to go knowing you’ve got a partner in life who will make you happy. Someone who can keep up with you, support you, love you properly. Someone who deserves you.”  

“Someone who would be willing to help me burn Europa to the ground if I suddenly decide to take up the family traditions?” Agatha asked, with a quirk of a smile.

“Well, that goes without saying.”

Agatha’s smile spread, becoming soft and genuine. She leaned down and kissed the top of her grandfather’s head.  

“You are a terrible old man,” she said, “and I love you very much.”

She slipped out of the room. When her footsteps faded into the distance, Saturnus sighed and maneuvered his chair—a fantastic device Agatha had built him, with dozens of little legs that could navigate the castle's many stairs and even the steep road down to Mechanicsburg—over to the window.

After a few minutes, he saw his granddaughter emerge from the castle, followed at a respectable distance by two Jӓger guards.

“She’s the Lady of Mechanicsburg,” he said aloud. “She deserves an equal. She deserves the best. Certainly deserves better than her father got.”

Oh yes, Lucrezia Mongfish. Saturnus had approved, quite profusely, even encouraged Bill to see her. And how had that ended?

With a war that nearly leveled Europa, Bill and Barry vanished, a grave smaller than its headstone, and a little girl named Lady of Mechanicsburg before she was twelve.  

Perhaps he should know better than to meddle, after all that.

‘I did overhear a very interesting conversation between Master Tarvek and his sister.’

“Hmm?” Saturnus said, only half-listening.

‘Do you recall Master Bill and Barry’s friend, Klaus Wulfenbach?’

Saturnus screwed up his face.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous, he’s far too old for her!”

‘I was actually thinking of his son. Gilgamesh Wulfenbach, heir to the Wulfenbach Empire?’

Saturnus rubbed his chin, thoughtfully. The Wulfenbach Empire was impressive, and Klaus was ruling with a proper, iron fist—while remaining respectful of Mechanicsburg’s continued autonomy, which Saturnus could only assume was Klaus being smart enough not to start a war he couldn’t win.

“Mmm,” he said, reluctantly. “But Klaus did have his hero phase, running around Europa with the boys, fixing all kinds of problems. That sort of thing can be heritable, you know.”

Just look at Agatha! Nature over nurture his left foot.

‘Not a concern,’ the castle said, smoothly. ‘The boy is adopted.’

“Really?” Saturnus said, now more interested. “Do we know his background, then?”

‘Do you remember Petrus Teuful?’

Saturnus froze. Slowly he raised his head to look at the ceiling.

“Petrus Teuful?”

‘Oh yes.’

“The Black Mist Raiders, that Petrus Teuful?”

‘The very same.’ The castle was very smug.

Saturnus’s astonished expression slowly spread into a wide, devious grin.

“Well…perhaps we shall have Master Gilgamesh over…for dinner. Heh. Aheheh. Hahaha. Ha. Hahaha! Haahahaha!”

Thunder crashed overhead as Saturnus’ laughter echoed over Mechanicsburg. Agatha put her hands on her hips and tutted, glaring up at the castle.

“Oh, now he knows he’s not supposed to do that. It agitates his sciatica.”

[waywardxwords]

Healing Wounds

Summary: Sequel to Empty - It had been close to a year since your run-in with Sam Winchester. You had spent the time hunting recklessly, which landed you in a predicament you didn’t think you could escape from. This tells the story of seeing Sam once more after his soul has been restored. 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: Swearing, mention of vomit/nausea (no description), blood, Supernatural-y things (vamps), heartbreak (but fixing it with fluff), angsty, very limited talk about mental health and personal struggles

A/N: There may be one final part in this. I felt like there was too much to cover in one part. But this also wraps up all of the angst from Empty. Let me know what you think! And if you'd like to see this storyline continue at all :) Thanks in advance!

The first phone call came about eight months after you had seen Sam.

“Hello?” You answered, unsure of the number that had called you. But in the world of hunting, you always answered. Hunters were known to work their way through cell phones or have burners as back-up.

But this was a voice you had willed yourself to forget over the last eight months. Your name fell in a gentle murmur from his lips, but it sounded bitter to your ear. “It’s, uh, it’s Sam,” he cleared his throat in a way that told you he was uncomfortable making this phone call.

“Sam,” you said curtly. Your friend and hunting partner, Alicia McCaffrey, looked at you with wide eyes.

“Hang up that damn phone,” she muttered through gritted teeth as she followed you into the motel room and closed the door behind her.

You wanted to, really–you did. But somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to do it just yet. “Are you and Dean alright?” You asked firmly. You had learned that just a few months after your run-in with Sam, Dean had gotten back in the game. Bobby had filled you in on a call he had made to ask you about a hunt you had been on. Dean had tried to reach out twice to see you, but he could tell by the sound of your voice and shortness of your responses, you weren’t willing to come back to hunt with the Winchester duo.

“Y-Yeah,” he stumbled over his words–and here again, he sounded different. But you knew better. You had witnessed it for yourself. “We’re fine, we’re okay,” you were able to breathe a little easier. There was a pause on his end, and you didn’t understand why. “God, this is so hard to explain over the phone. There’s…there’s so much I wanna say…” his voice fell off again. 

“Sam, I don’t really have time for this–” your heart raced against your sternum.

“I know, I know I don’t deserve it. Please, just let me explain–” it was your turn to cut him off.

“Sam, all I want is for you to lose my number,” the words felt angry as they left your mouth. As much as it still hurt, you pulled the phone from your ear and hit ‘End’.

It had been months since you had heard from Sam Winchester. Months of reckless hunting, which wasn’t usually your style. But you had a hard time caring anymore. The heartache from your one night rendezvous with the youngest Winchester had wrecked you in ways you didn’t realize were possible. 

Alicia McCaffrey had become one of your closest friends, but even she had to take a step back. “You’re dangerous,” she had breathed one night after a hunt. “I can’t keep putting myself in life or death situations with you, kid.” You knew she was right–she didn’t deserve to be put in precarious circumstances because you had gotten your heart broken. Hell, she had even warned you that she thought it was a bad idea. Had you trusted your gut, even you knew it was the wrong decision. Sam wasn’t the same man you had known, and yet you went through with it anyway. You would be paying the price for the rest of your life, even if that would be a short time.

So you hunted alone now. It was for the best. You avoided the phone calls from Bobby, and anyone else you knew from that past life because you refused to open up the book of pain. You no longer cared if another hunter was calling you for help, the emotions were too overwhelming: hurt, pain, embarrassment…

With a quick shift of your wrist, your blade slashed through a vampire’s neck. You didn’t even flinch as his head rolled–eyes wide open as he had a moment to process his demise. 

“You bitch,” an older vampire spat in your direction as his body moved quicker than you could turn. He caught the spot on your neck in an instant. The shrill pain of his fangs as they gnawed through your warm flesh elicited a scream from your lips. Without hesitation, you reached in your back pocket and very quickly popped the plastic cap off before you smashed the syringe into the side of his neck. He pulled back from you with a shriek as he stumbled. 

“Dead man’s blood, asshole,” you grumbled as your fingertips pressed to the wet spot on your neck. It almost felt like you could feel your pulse through the blood and torn flesh. You shook the white spots from your vision and didn’t falter as you swung your machete across his neck. For a moment, you were disappointed. You could hear others coming down the hall of the abandoned estate–their chatter and growling echoed along the halls and bounced off of the marble floors.

You weren’t sure why you were disappointed. For months now, you had been living life on the edge–like Alicia had said before she left, “You have a death wish, kid. And I’m not stickin’ around for you to see it through.” So wasn’t this it? Wasn’t this what you had wanted? You thought the answer was yes, so why did it feel so wrong now that you were practically staring Death in the face?

With a quick breath, you tried to swallow past the lump of emotion bubbling in your throat. You pulled your fingers from the spot on your neck that leaked with more blood every time your heart reverberated against your chest. With narrowed eyes, you stared down the hallway where the other vamps were swiftly approaching. After a few rotations of your machete, you took one last breath. “Come and get me!” The words fell from your lips in a hasty yell.

But then, something happened. Just beyond the heavy double doors made of a dark wood, you heard screaming; slashing. You gulped once, then twice…and then the doors opened.

In your heart, you had a sinking idea who stood behind those doors. But at the same time, you didn’t think they cared enough. Or maybe that he cared enough. 

Even beyond the spots in your eyes and the darkness of the room around you, you noticed Sam’s jaw tighten as his eyes moved over your frame. From the distant look across your face–the one that told him you weren’t happy to see him–to the blood still dripping from the crook of your neck just above your collarbone. Without thinking, he moved forward towards you. He didn’t miss the way your body flinched as he moved, but he forced it out of his head as his machete clanked to the ground and echoed around your bodies.

“Don’t,” you muttered through gritted teeth. He stopped, only for a moment. “Don’t touch me.” You managed once more as his large hands moved fallen strands of hair away from your neck so he could get a better look at your open wound.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed with furrowed brows and a look in his eyes that took you by surprise. The way his eyes moved between yours, it made you pause–was that…was that the light that you were so desperately searching for the last time you encountered Sam? “I have to look at it, okay?” His voice was just above a whisper.

Anger rumbled in the pit of your stomach, but seemed to quiet down at the specks of glint you saw all of a sudden. You knew he was right; you had been seeing spots ever since that vamp snacked on your jugular, or so it felt. You managed a small nod.

With maybe a second passing, he moved. One hand cradled the side of your face while the other tilted your head a bit, so it relaxed in the feeling of his hand. His eyes moved over the injury as he quickly reached away with both hands to take off his flannel covering a sweat-stained gray undershirt. You wanted to vomit when his hands left your skin, and that made you angry again. “How dare you just waltz in here like a fucking knight in shining armor,” you hadn’t realized your mouth had picked up on your brain’s thoughts and instead of having an internal dialogue, you had spoken them out loud. Oh well…at least he knew how you felt now, if he hadn’t already.

Sam’s eyes moved to yours swiftly. He nodded once, then twice before he ducked his head to look at the ground. “Sorry will never be enough,” he murmured. His head moved back so he could look at you once more. He didn’t say anything before he took his flannel and pressed it to your neck with a pressure that made you hiss in pain and squeeze your eyes closed. “I know,” he continued. “We gotta keep pressure on it…” his voice trailed off as Dean spoke up.

“I know there’s a lotta shit happening right now,” he said as he looked around the abandoned space. “But we gotta keep moving. I don’t think that’s the last of the nest and we’re fightin’ an uphill battle. We’ll come back later, but let’s get you cleaned up.” He nodded to you–Dean’s way of saying ‘hello’. 

Going with the Winchesters was the last thing you would ever decide to do at this moment–well, maybe not the last thing. It was settled on the list just above getting eaten by a vamp. But your options were limited, and you felt yourself feeling more and more lightheaded the longer your neck bled. 

“Fine,” you managed as you followed them back to the Impala. Sam kept his distance, and you were thankful for that. As you climbed into the backseat, Sam hesitated by the door but got the message when you pulled it closed behind you. He settled for the front seat while Dean drove.

As you headed to whatever motel they were staying in, you repeated in your head: Get in, get cleaned up, have Dean take you back to your motel. Get in, get out. Get in…get out… 

Your eyes watched as the yellow light from street poles moved past the car on the drive. Tears and emotion prickled the back of your eyes and throat, but you pushed them away. You’d be damned if you let Sam Winchester get under your skin again. Fool you once, shame on him. But fool you twice…

It was only a few minutes before the Impala shifted into park in the lot of a seedy highway motel. You internally groaned when you realized you recognized this seedy highway motel–it was the same one you had been crashing at for the last two nights. They must’ve gotten in that day, because there was no way you wouldn’t have noticed the Impala.

The ride had been silent, which made you realize that Dean must also know about what happened between you and Sam all those nights ago. That made your stomach flip flop even more than before–embarrassment crept up into your chest and face. Trying to brush it off was useless, but you still attempted. You pulled the car door handle open before Sam could try to help and brushed by him.

“Assuming you guys have a med kit here?” The bleeding had slowed to a stop, which you were thankful for because it meant the damage was mostly cosmetic and everything important was still intact. 

“Does a bear shit in the woods?” Dean chuckled as he closed the driver side door. “We got you covered. It’s, uh…it’s good to see you.” He nodded as his eyes lingered over you–you couldn’t be sure what he was looking for, or maybe even seeing. But you felt like his eyes were full of pity and sympathy, which made you nauseous again.

“Yeah,” you nodded, not able to return the sentiment. “If we could get this over with, that’d be great. I have things to do.”

Dean led the way to the door of their motel room. Sam kept his distance, but you could feel his gaze again. His hands shoved into the front pockets of his dark jeans. 

“Where ya staying?” Dean asked nonchalantly as he put the key card in the slot to unlock their door. 

You took a moment before answering. “Here. Just down the hall,” your words were soft. You didn’t really want to share that information with them. 

Dean nodded but didn’t seem surprised. There weren’t too many motels just off the highway, which was what the Winchesters always booked. In that realization, you wanted to kick yourself. Even though you hadn’t meant to, you were still following their rules of hunting. “Stay just off the highway so you can peel out quick if shit hits the fan,” Dean’s words echoed through your brain. 

Dean nodded as the door opened and you followed him inside, Sam just behind you. “I gotta go pick something up,” you knew Dean was just trying to find an excuse to leave. Before you could argue, he tossed the med kit from the small bathroom onto one of the beds and hurried back to the door. “I’ll be back a bit later. Sammy will get you cleaned up.”

Before a word could flow from your brain to your lips, Dean was out the door. You closed your eyes for a minute and bit down hard on the inside of your lip—so hard, you thought you tasted blood. 

He had the audacity to utter your name, and it made you want to scream. 

“Don’t you dare say my name like that,” you gritted through the words. “You don’t get to talk to me anymore. Seriously.” You glanced around the room in his silence, and headed back for the door. “I have my own med kit, I can do it myself.” You muttered. 

“Please, don’t go,” while everything inside of you told you to keep walking, the conviction and pain in his voice made your feet stop moving. “Please. I’m begging you. I just need a few minutes to explain. Let me take care of you and explain everything from the last year and a half, and then if you still want to leave, I won’t stand in your way.” 

Against your better judgment, your feet moved to turn back to face him. You could see the same emotions on his face—the anguish, in typical Sam Winchester fashion. “Let me take care of you,” his words echoed internally and stung almost as much as the cool air that was about to hit the gash on your neck.

“You have five minutes,” you said carefully as you walked to the edge of the bed and pulled Sam’s flannel away from your skin. You winced as the fabric pulled at the already drying wound. 

If you had blinked, you would have missed the way Sam’s jaw tightened and how his eyes traced a path from the wound on your neck to your eyes and back. 

His hands opened the med kit; as he began to work, he spoke softly. “Cas pulled me out of Lucifer’s cage. But when he got me out, my soul got left behind,” your eyes darted to his face as he poured antiseptic onto a cotton pad. 

“Your soul?” You asked, his eyes glued to the cotton pad as he focused on working. 

He nodded once as he brought the pad to your neck. He hesitated for a second. “Yeah, my soul. This is gonna sting, okay?” He asked carefully. He waited for you to nod before he placed the pad, cool from the antiseptic, onto your skin. Your face contorted for a minute and you swallowed the hiss that threatened to escape. “I knew something was wrong but I didn’t know what. I didn’t know how I got out of the cage or what was wrong with me. I just felt…numb.” 

So far, nothing Sam had said swayed your judgment or how you felt. Sam understood that by your silence. Nevertheless, he continued working on your wound. 

“Dean got back in, and then Cas…and that’s when we realized my soul was just gone,” he moved on to unwrap some packing gauze and broke his train of thought. “It doesn’t look like it needs stitches, just a surface wound. You okay if I pack it and tape it up?”

You managed a nod and looked down a bit so your hair fell into your face. Sam’s fingers grazed your chin so gently, you weren’t sure you felt it until you saw his hand. 

“Sorry, gotta get the right angle,” he cleared his throat. He brushed your hair over your shoulder and went back to work. “I remember everything now,” he started again and pulled his gaze away from your eyes. He busied his fingers with the packing gauze, but you could tell it was so he wouldn’t have to look directly into your eyes. “I didn’t right away…it’s kind of a long story. But I would get glimpses of memories and things that happened when I didn’t have my soul. And I saw you…and that night…” his voice trailed off. 

“Alright, that’s enough,” you cut him off before your words were swallowed by emotions—emotions you had tried so hard not to feel for all of these months. You were on your feet pushing past his broad frame before he could say another word. “I’m not doing this, Sam. I’m not going to sit here and have some bullshit heart to heart about what happened. I can’t.” 

Sam stood immediately but he didn’t approach—he knew better than that. “I know I don’t deserve it. God, I know…”

“Do you?” You spat back. This time, the emotion broke through. Everything you had fought so hard to swallow came tumbling back. “Do you know how hard it was when I watched you jump into the cage? Or how I mourned you and the loss of the person I considered my best friend? Or how about how the entire time I hunted with you I wanted so desperately for you to want me the way I wanted you?” You wondered if you would regret the words, but you couldn’t stop them. Nor could you stop the angry tears that began to pool in your eyes and spill just over the edge. The look on his face remained the same—pained. “How amazing it was when I saw you standing in the bar that night? And then how hurt I was when I realized you had been back for ten months and didn’t call? But then you wanted me…and you had me,” your voice fell and you could no longer look into his eyes. “And then you left.” Your voice was so low, you weren’t sure if he had heard you. 

Sam couldn’t stand in one spot anymore. He moved to you so quickly, it took you by surprise. You could tell by the way he moved his arms he wanted to touch you, but he refrained. 

“I know that saying sorry means absolutely nothing right now,” he said slowly, carefully. “But I am so incredibly sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever been more sorry about anything before in my life.” His words dripped with an emotion you had never heard from him before. You thought he might cry—and you had never seen Sam Winchester cry. “If I could change it—”

“I know,” you cut him off with your eyes closed, only allowing more tears to slip through the cracks. “You would take it back. I know. It was a mistake, Sam.”

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “The only mistake I made that night was not showing you how much I care about you.” 

Through blurry blinks you looked back at him, and it was then that you saw what you couldn’t see the last time you and Sam Winchester were in a motel room together–the light. There was still pain, but the emptiness was gone, filled again with what had been missing all along. He moved so slowly, cautiously as he brought his palm up to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb swept under your eye to wipe at the tears that had settled there.

“You were the last person in the world I would ever want to hurt…I am so sorry I hurt you,” his eyes connected with yours to show you he meant it. “My feelings were real, I was just so screwed up…I had zero emotional connection to what was happening.”

You pulled back from his touch as your eyes found the multicolored carpet below your feet. While you had already spilled so many feelings to him that you hadn’t planned for, you couldn’t hold his gaze while you told him this one. “I wanted to die, Sam. I gave up. Being with you that night…it left a wound I couldn’t figure out how to heal. The pain was so bad, I didn’t care about anyone or anything anymore…”

This time, you knew you could see Sam’s eyes glass over. He was hurting because he knew his actions had left a scar deep within you and caused you so much anguish. 

It was then that you realized—Sam hadn’t asked to be brought back without his soul. Hell, he hadn’t been asked to be brought back at all. When you had run into Sam that night, he didn’t even realize his soul was missing. 

“But it’s not your fault,” suddenly, your heart fluttered. Since that night all those months ago, you hadn’t felt that flutter for anything or anyone. The feeling of emptiness was replaced with a flutter of hope. “You didn’t know, Sam.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered with a shake of his head, his eyes still on yours. “It doesn’t make it okay.” 

“It doesn’t,” you breathed, your tears slowing. “But it isn’t fair for me to hold something against you that you didn’t even know was happening…” as he heard your words, you saw a gleam of hope in his eyes that matched the feeling in your chest. 

His brows furrowed as he closed his eyes and dropped his head a bit. “Thank you,” the words fell in a breath. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long to hear you out,” your fingers instinctively reached to touch the palms of his hands. His head jerked back up so his eyes were on you, his brows still knitted together in a frown. He grasped your hands tightly in his, and a feeling of warmth washed over you.

“Do not apologize to me,” he said firmly. “You don’t owe me anything, you hear me? I hurt you. I would do anything in the world to fix it.”

Your throat suddenly felt dry, so you swallowed so you could try to get the words out. “I don’t really know what that looks like, but I’m willing to work on it together…”

For the first time that night, you saw a smile tug at the corners of Sam’s lips. He gave your hands another squeeze. “Thank you…” his words trailed away before he cleared his throat. “Now, can I please finish packing that gash on your neck? We really need to get it covered.” 

You managed a nod and allowed him to hold your hand as he led you back to the bed. 

“I’ll do everything I can to help you heal,” he breathed as his eyes focused on yours again once you were on the edge of the bed. You wanted to tell him it was a superficial wound and would heal just fine, but you knew he was talking about more than just the spot the vampire had bitten. And you were willing to let him try. 

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Tag List: @lacilou

[chuuya4040]

Thinking about Dazai vs a spider and Chuuya being his hero ehehh

A scream echoes throughout the house and before Chuuya knows it he is running in the direction of the distressed noise.

“Dazai? Dazai!” Chuuya slams open the bedroom door, finding the brunet standing on the bed with a terrified look decorating his face. The executive does a quick scan of the room, and finds no issues or life-threatening causes in sight.

With a look of disdain he questions, “what the hell–”

“Oh, Chuuya, thank gods, help me before it crawls on me, lays its millions of eggs on me and kills me!”

“Hah?!”

“Fuck! Quick!” Dazai swiftly grabs a hold of Chuuya and hauls him onto the bed, shakily pointing a finger to wear the redhead was just standing a moment ago. With a dramatic sigh he exclaims, “thank god your master was here to save you! Now, be a good boy and kill it for me.”

“Fuck off!” Chuuya yells pushing the brunet next to him, as he slightly stumbles on the soft mattress. “I ain’t doing shit for you! It’s just a spider, quit acting like a fuckin’ baby.”

“But it’s huge! Chuuya should kill it before it decides it finds my precious eyes are its next nesting place.”

“Well, then maybe I should let it do exactly that.”

“Chuuya! How cruel! Maybe it’ll mistake your tacky hat for a cave and make a home in it.”

“Yeah well, your hair looks enough like a spider's nest already as it i—” A bandaged hand harshly grabs his own with a painful grip.

“Ah! There! /There!/ Chuuya, Chuuya kill it already!!”

“I can’t do anything if you’re holding me, you bastard!”

“Holy shit, it is /huge!/ Why is the universe punishing me?! Go for the chibi instead!”

Bandaged hands push the redhead forwards and off the bed. Chuuya blankly stares at the arachnida, minuscule as it crawls around on the ground unbeknownst that the once feared Demon Prodigy was throwing a tantrum over something so harmless.

Making quick use of his ability, Chuuya grabs a nearby notebook and a glass and uses gravity to float the items and successfully trap the arachnida within seconds.

With an unimpressed look, Chuuya stares over his shoulder at the supposed dangerous ex-mafia executive clinging onto a pillow.

Dazai lowers the pillow as he watches the spider trapped in the glass glowing in red, a look of relief on his face.

With a genuine, soft smile he muses, “ah, my knight in a shining tacky hat~”

Blue eyes widened as if the ice had just melted and created a behemoth of an ocean, watching as the detective sat on his bed cross-legged, hair a mess and eyes shining so bright Chuuya thought he might burn in the process.

/Please, burn me all flesh and bone until there is nothing left/, the redhead thought, watching the soft look on the man he has been so irrevocably obsessed with, /if it means being with you, then I will gladly strip myself of all./

“Wanna repeat that again, bastard?” Chuuya teases, walking closer to the bed as the now trapped spider trails behind him.

Brunet eyes flicker between the animal and the redhead, uneasiness in his features. “Now, Chuuya… we can talk about this.”

A step closer. “Oh? But I heard you say something about my.. /tacky hat/.”

“Chuuya…” Dazai warned, attempting to move further away in the bed. “Did I say tacky hat? I meant it is a beautiful hat! Truly marvellous! So very.. /fashionable/” He says strained.

The redhead takes another step closer with the spider, a smug smile decorating his features while watching the way his ex-partner squirms.

“Heel dog! /Heel!/ Listen to your master.” Dazai yells, panic flailing his movements as he jumps out of the bed and now they both stand on either side.

A feral smirk slowly pulls against Chuuya’ lips at those words, rage and excitement fueling his heart and a piece of ice chips away. “Oh, you are so fucking dead, mackerel.”

Silence, before Dazai yells out pleas before running out of the room with Chuuya yelling out obscenities. Laughter echoes against the walls, child-like behavior rejuvenating them in ways they never thought were necessary and possible.

If you were to peek through the window, it almost seemed like two young teenage boys who had never experienced any despair or pain, were simply running around their house and living. They stumble, falling over each other and giggling without a care in the world, as if they were in their own universe and maybe they were– because the dangerous duo dubbed at 15 known as Double Black, for the first time in years felt genuine happiness.

[tom-whore-dleston]

life in plastic 👠 - enemies to lovers w/ marc spector; “I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.” 👀

congrats again jordan, to the next 900 followers ❤️🥂

God Damn that Marc Spector

Pairing: Marc Spector x f. reader

Genre: fluff/rom-com

Be aware of: enemies to lovers (?), SamBucky wedding, hella banter, alcohol consumption, Sam and Bucky are DRONK, accidental confession, making out, suggestiveness, Steven and Jake are not present

Summary: You grow closer to the man you hate when both of your best friends marry one another.

Word Count: 2k

Notes: omg Isla, please forgive me for how late I am to writing this 😭😭 I was starting to lose hope in finishing this but a sudden burst of inspo came and now I will be having Marc brain rot for the rest of the century dlkgjaldkhg thank you again for the request and I love you forever bb 😘🫶 Huge thank you to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for looking over it when I first started writing this and to @yummymatcha for being my Marc hype woman and beta-reader!! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

Marc Spector was a name that made your eyes burn from how hard you rolled them every time you heard it. Even the thought of him and his shit eating grin made you want to pound your fist against a wall. However, you never did because he wasn’t worth bruising your knuckles nor putting a fresh dent in the wall. 

Years ago, your best friend, Sam, and his boyfriend, Bucky, set you and Marc up on a blind date. They figured that if they set up their best friends together, you all could go on fun double dates together. It was only five minutes into your blind date when you both realized how much you and Marc hated one another. Bucky and Sam were disappointed that it didn’t work out between you both so they tried to keep you both at a distance. That was until they got engaged.

It was no surprise that Sam asked you to be his maid of honor and Bucky asked Marc to be his best man. This also meant that you and Marc had to collaborate on making sure the wedding was absolutely perfect. The only obstacle you had to pass was not killing each other before the big day.

The first few times you met with Marc, you resisted the urge to stab him with the nearest object because of his sarcastic remarks. The only thing keeping you from murdering Marc in daylight was the image of your best friend beaming with his new life long partner all thanks to the work you did for him. Eventually, you learned to settle your differences with Marc and work as a team.

By the time Sam and Bucky’s wedding arrived, you and Marc watched your best friends become married. Thankfully, neither of you had a scratch or stab wound in sight. The rest of the wedding was full of love, laughter, and many, many drinks. You and Marc may have had a hard time seeing eye to eye in the beginning, but the one thing you could both agree on was an open bar all night. Unfortunately, it did lead to both Bucky and Sam getting wasted.

The newlyweds couldn’t make their grand exit out the banquet hall because they were stumbling over their steps. As maid of honor and best man, you and Marc stepped in to escort Bucky and Sam to their honeymoon suite at the top floor. While in the elevator, Sam turned to you with his eyelids half open.

“Hey,” he whispered loudly, despite only the four of you occupying the elevator lift. “Did you finally tell Marc that you like him?”

“What?!” you shrieked, face warming up like a tea kettle over fire. Although you fought to avoid Marc’s gaze, you already knew he was snickering with his hands on his hips. Meanwhile, Bucky stared off into space, watching the floor numbers change.

“What do you mean ‘what?’ You literally told me that you were going to take that tie off of him and wrap it around his wrists so you could-”

Ding!

Saved by the bell.

You sighed, “Alrighty, you and Bucky are clearly drunk so let’s get you both to bed.” As the elevator doors opened, you and Marc dragged Bucky and Sam out towards their suite at the end of the hall. Sam giggled hysterically.

“Oh my god, Sam, Marc is soooooo hot!” He pitched his voice so it matched yours. You gritted your teeth as your lips turned into a thin line. He may have been your best friend, but right at that moment, you wanted to murder him more than the man you actually hated.

“Sam, gimme the key so I don’t have to search your pockets.”

“I know who’s pants you want to search though.” Your best friend looked at his equally drunk husband, both of them bursting into a fit of cackles. God, it felt like dealing with two 12-year-olds in grown up bodies. Finally, Marc jumped in.

“C’mon, Sammy.” The exhaustion was apparent in Marc’s voice. “Today has been a blast, but me and the lady need some sleep and would rather do anything other than babysitting you two.”

Sam blew a raspberry in Marc’s face. “What a party pooper.” He rummaged through his pockets, pulling out the key. Your best friend turned to you. “You sure, you wanna bang this guy?”

Blowing off his comment, you snatched the key from him, hovering it over the sensor on the door. As the door unlocked, you glanced over to Marc, mouthing a sincere thank you, in which he just winked smugly at you. 

You and Marc managed to guide Bucky and Sam towards the giant king size bed. Bucky and Sam didn’t bother shedding off their tuxes before climbing onto the bed and immediately falling asleep. Loud snores echoed throughout the bedroom, taking that as your sign to escape quickly without a peep.   

“Well, that was interesting.” Marc huffed out a breath of relief. You both chuckled in unison without looking at one another. 

“That’s Sam for you,” you added. “He talks out of his ass when he’s drunk.” The two of you began walking slowly to the elevator, trying to stall time so you could have more quality time together. By the time you reached the elevator, Marc cleared his throat.

“I don't know about you, but I’m starving. I barely ate during dinner and I have a huge craving for curly fries. Care to join me?” Your stomach rumbled as he mentioned dinner. The same dinner you also neglected since the steak you were looking forward to eating was a little too well for your liking. You nodded, stepping into the elevator before Marc.

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

On the way to the nearest fast food joint that was surprisingly still open, you and Marc talked about the wedding, including all the pros and cons. It was safe to say that the wedding was an overall success, minus Bucky and Sam taking advantage of the open bar. You shared a few laughs with Marc while reminiscing on every single moment of the day. Even though he kept his eyes glued to the road, you took in the way they crinkled when he concentrated. 

Then, you began to notice other features that never crossed your mind. He would lightly bite his tongue after hearing your giggles. He’d also run his hand through his dark hair when there was a moment of silence. A few gray hairs peeked through on the side of his head, even on the stubbles of his beard. 

Yes, Marc was an extremely handsome man, and also yes, he was starting to grow on you. However, you still couldn’t shake yourself from the blind date that made you hate him all these years. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t fair to hold that grudge, especially with all the progress you have made with Marc. But were you truly ready for something more with the man that gave you hell?

“Hey, sweet pea, what’s on your mind?” That nickname gave you butterflies every time he called you that. He didn’t start referring to you as sweet pea until you started planning the wedding and demanded the DJ to play “Sweet Pea” by Amos Lee as part of the grand entrance playlist.

You brushed your thoughts off with a short laugh. “Oh, I was just thinking about what to order. I’m debating between a sandwich or cheeseburger. Or anything with cheese at this point.”

“Quite the inner conflict, I bet,” Marc joked. “Whatever you want, go ahead and order it. It’s all on me.”

“What? Are you sure?” 

“Don’t worry about it, sweet pea. I know you were swamped today so let me treat you.” Your cheeks warmed up and your palms grew clammy. 

“Thank you, Marc! Really, I appreciate you for having my back.” Suddenly, your hand was engulfed by Marc’s, his thumb grazing yours gently. 

“Consider this a second chance date.”

As you headed back to the hotel, you ate your meals in silence. “Sweet Pea” blasted through the speakers and Marc caught you swaying to the song out of the corner of his eye, your cheeks filled with bites from your cheeseburger. He smiled to himself as he kept driving, sipping on his soda.

Once you arrived back, you had finished eating and fell into the typical fast food coma. You cursed as you exited Marc’s car, the frosty air biting at your exposed arms and legs. Marc rushed to your side, slipping off his jacket and draping it around your shoulders. The heat and smell from his body transferred onto you as you buried yourself into the jacket. A new sensation coursed through your veins, a sensation that you typically felt while thinking of Marc late in the evening. You tried your hardest to ignore it as he walked you to your room.

By the time you were in front of your room, you didn’t want to let go of the warm jacket, nor did you want to let go of this moment with the man you were trying hard to get out of your head. As you were returning the jacket to Marc, he shook his head and pushed it back towards you.

“Go ahead and keep it, sweet pea. I’ll come back and get it in the morning.” He gazed up and down your frame, thinking about how adorable you looked swimming in the jacket.

“Oh, okay. Good, I was still cold anyway.” You fought the urge to stare into his gorgeous gaze. All of a sudden, you were frozen. Your hand tried to reach for the room key in your clutch, but an invisible force was holding you back. Actually, it was just Marc using just one finger to lift your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. 

“I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.” This caused you to blink in bewilderment.

“Uhh…excuse me?” You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.

“Second chance date. Remember?”

You rolled your eyes and backed away from him. “Jesus, Marc, you’re exasperating.”

“Ooh, that’s a big word.” Marc laughed. “I may be exasperating but at least I’m not the one lying to myself.”  

Your blood was boiling. For once, you were actually having a more than decent time with him and he decided to ruin it with his stupid remarks. You wanted to spit another insult in his face. You wanted to slap him, punch him even. Instead, you yanked him towards you by the collar and slotted your lips against his.

All logic flew out the window as you pressed your chest against his as his arms wrapped around your waist. His kiss was so intoxicating you could have fainted from the way his tongue slid across your lower lip. Your tongues tangled passionately, all the built up tension releasing for your mind and body. Marc pinned you against the door frame, causing you to snap back to your senses. You pulled away from Marc, catching your breath and straightening your posture.

“Well, there you go.” You threw your hands in the air. “Happy?”

“Unfortunately, no. You didn’t give me a chance to kiss you more.”

“Well, that’s too bad because it’s not gonna happen again.” You reached into your clutch for your room key. 

“You sure about that?” Marc asked rhetorically. You paused as Marc leaned his side against the wall. For a brief moment, you actually considered kissing him again right then and there. But where was the fun in that?

You scoffed and shook your head. “Good night, Marc.” Once your room key scanned against the door sensor, you wiggled the doorknob and retreated to your room, not bothering to glance back at Marc’s cheeky smirk. 

You shimmied out of the oversized jacket, throwing it over the armrest of the love seat. Then, you changed out of your dress and into a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. Yet, the touch of Marc’s hands still lingered on your body. No matter how long you brushed your teeth for, your lips still savored the bittersweetness of his mouth. And you found yourself longing for at least one more taste.

God damn that Marc Spector!

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[pardis-dhyai]

Hihi!! I got so excited when I found ur blog, I love your headcanons so much and I can never get enough chubby!reader content, ur out here doing gods work fr 🙏 could I please request wanderer, xiao, venti, and tighnari wearing/putting on like one of chubby!reader's hoodies or smth when they're away and reader finding them wearing it?? Could be fluffy or spicy, I'm not picky 🤭 thank you so much!!

hello hello hello!!! thank you so much <3 we deserve more love dammit! and this is an adorable request. I am on it! hope you enjoy!

wearing their chubby partner's clothing

characters featured: wanderer/scaramouche, xiao, venti, tighnari

pronouns used: none--second person perspective.

warnings: mentions of alcohol in venti's, but...i think you figured that would happen.

notes: written with a chubby reader in mind. still perfectly readable if you aren't chubby. assumed modern au!

wanderer/scaramouche is lonely. he would rather DIE than admit it, but he is. he misses you, your touch, your voice...and you've only been gone three hours. he sighs to himself, grumbling as he makes his way over to where you store your clothes and grabbing a hoodie he's seen you wear countless times. no matter how many times you wash it, it always smells like your soap, and you come home to find your boyfriend curled up with his nose snuggled inside the collar, peacefully snoozing away wearing your sweatshirt. he almost reminds you of a feral kitten finally starting to become socialized. he wakes up when you take a picture. he instantly starts swearing.

xiao finds himself getting cold at night. he already struggles with chronic pain and insomnia--he does NOT need to be shivering through the night to make his life even harder. so, one night as you both are getting ready for bed, he simply grabs one of your fuzzy pajama sets from the drawer and pulls it on. when you pause brushing your teeth to question what he's doing, his face just goes scarlet. "I've been getting cold, and your clothes are comfortable and smell nice. this is a normal thing partners do, isn't it? it's not a big deal..." he somehow blushes even harder when you comment on how cute he looks in them. he can't say he hates the attention...maybe he'll do this more often even when he's not cold.

venti is prone to mixing up your clothes when hungover. dude is a stumbling bumbling mess who hates mornings on top of the likely liver poisoning, so it's actually pretty common for him to grab one of your shirts and wear it out like it's no big deal because he didn't even notice it was yours, sending you a text halfway through the work day with a video of him giggling in the bathroom pointing it out. he's even the type to go all in styling them--and he will always ask you first before he actually modifies any clothing. wearing clothes too big for him does not help with the "being mistaken for a child" issue he has going on, though...because people assume they're hand-me-downs from some older sibling he doesn't have. "This is my PARTNER'S! I know I have skin as soft as a baby's but I'm not ACTUALLY one!"

tighnari is a horrible, horrible sweatpants stealer. because of how your pants fit on him, he can actually get his tail inside the waistband comfortably so it doesn't snag on things. it's not uncommon to find him curled up on the couch with a documentary on and in your sweatpants. he does not give a single shit if you catch him, either. "well, they're comfortable, and I like wearing clothes that belong to you. if you don't like it, I'll stop, but...I really don't want to." if you tell him you like it, he'll just grin, patting the couch cushion next to him so you'll join him watching whatever nature documentary he found this week.

[clovcherry]

what if... high-school sweethearts au with the one and only, shu yamino. (SFW)

pairing: shu yamino x nerdy!reader(gn)

warnings: self indulgent sappy x reader content because he's shu yamino

even though shu was an intelligent student (and seemed like a nerd), he still had an active social life and happened to have quite a few friends. but compared to you, you were a complete nerd! you had a huge crush on him but was never able to even speak to him, only sneaking a few glances at him when he walks past you in the hallways.

you had convinced yourself that he would never notice someone so plain and boring like you, always wearing those nerdy looking glasses, stumbling over their own words and constantly fiddling with the hem of their uniform when they're nervous.

you never actually even planned on speaking to him, until you were paired up with him for a science project. you were going to cry, you can barely even look him in the eyes properly, and now you have to work on a project, TOGETHER??? a part of you was ecstatic that you had this opportunity to finally (hopefully) befriend him but the other part of you was absolutely horrified of even speaking to him.

"I didn't think I'd get paired up with you," shu said with his signature smile which never failed to make your heart explode.

"yeah, m-me too.." your eyes could only focus on the floor, you didn't even have to courage to even glance at him.

at this point, shu was worried, did he say something wrong? did you get the wrong idea? are you scared of him? are you gonna switch partners now? he didn't want to scare you off the second he started speaking to you.

"w-what about we meet up at the library after school, fo-for the project of course!" you spoke nervously, almost in a whisper, but hey, at least you broke the awkward silence between the both of you!

-

the project went really well! the two of you got an A+ for that assessment, not only that, but you started coming out of your shell and actually befriended shu! you never ever thought you would be able to even wave at him in the hallways, and now you're holding up small talks with him about yours or his day. your friendship stayed strong throughout high-school, however, you knew you'd have to part ways with him eventually, but you swore to yourself that you would definitely tell him how you felt about him.

-

graduation day came along, you did well, exceeding your expectations, despite that, a part of you still felt a tinge of sadness knowing you'd probably never be able to wave to shu along the hallways, have random conversations about who would you fight in a brawl if you were all turned into peanuts and the butterflies you get in your stomach everytime he laughs.

"I'm guessing you did really well?"

you turned around and it was the one and only shu yamino.

"what makes you think I did so well?" you replied with a smirk, the noises of people seem to be drowning out as you have your eyes on him.

"I just know you did," a chuckle emitting from his lips, god he was so attractive..

"here," you handed him an envelope, "don't open it or read it until I leave, I'm watching you.." you warned jokingly.

"actually, I got you something too," he pulled out a small little box from his pocket, placing it in your hands, "don't open it until I leave, I'm watching you too," he laughed as he copied what you had said.

"deal," the two of you shook hands as you both left.

-

upon reaching home, shu carefully opened the envelope, pulling out a piece of folded paper, he opened it and sure enough, it was your handwriting.

dear shu,

I honestly can't believe we're both graduating, I'll really miss you. thank you for being my friend for all these years, I would've told you all of this in person but i don't have the guts to. I really appreciate you, for staying by my side for so long. anyways, I'll cut to the point, for the past few years, I really really like you. you always made me feel appreciated and loved and I never felt that way before. you're the first and only person that made me feel this way. now that we're parting ways, I feel rather sad, to be honest I can't imagine myself away from you.

I love you.

-(name)

-

you laid on your bed, mind racing, what if he doesn't like you back, what if he finds you weird now, what if he never speaks to you ever again because of how you feel about him.

you reached into your pocket, pulling out the box he had given you. you lifted its cover, inside, sitting a gorgeous heart shaped necklace, you never thought shu would ever be so sappy. gifting you a heart necklace, hold on, he gave you a heart shaped necklace, HE GAVE YOU?? A HEART SHAPED NECKLACE????

you were screaming into your pillow, you were full on bawling your eyes out. you finally composed yourself, looking at the necklace again, you picked it up and carefully put it on, your brain still not believing the fact that he actually gave his to you.

after awhile, there was a knock on your door, and low and behold shu yamino was standing right outside your door.

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

You deserve the world (Christen Press x Reader)

TW: mentions of abuse, smut (18+ only)

Words: 2.5K

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Christen was pushed against the wall in the meal room, as my tongue explored her mouth. No one was around yet so it didn't really matter what we were doing. When I heard the door open, I pulled away. Before I could step away, someone spoke up.

"Can't you guys just give it a rest? We get it, you love each other, but you don't have to rub it in, some of us don't have a relationship or get to be with our partners all the time." Mal said, annoyance clear in her voice.

I felt myself shut down instantly. Memories spiraling through my head as my throat felt like it was closing. I stumbled back, making Christen place her hand on my back to stop me falling, but I shook her off and ran out of the room. My heart was pounding in my ears, breathing seemed impossible, like the air was stuck in my throat, my vision seemed to blur as my eyes stung with tears. I didn't know where I was going, all I knew was I couldn't be in the hotel. Somehow, I ended up sitting behind a tree at the park down the road.

Christens POV

"What just happened?" Kelley asked breaking the awkward silence that fell after Y/n left.

Thinking about the pain and panic on Y/n's face, made my anger rise, "What the fuck Mal? That was way out of line."

"It's true though, you don't need to rub it in."

"There are thousands of people in this world who don't get to see their partners, it's life, it's how things happen sometimes, but why the hell should we have to hide our relationship because of it."

"You don't have to be touching or making out all the time."

"What, like you and Dansby don't do it all the time. At least we know when to stop."

"It's different."

"It's not and you know it. You have no idea how long it took for us to get to the point where she was comfortable with it. I swear if this sets her back..."

I trailed off before leaving to find Y/n. I hoped she would be in our room, but it was empty with no sign she had been there. She was having a panic attack which made me even more worried. I tried calling her, but Ali answered. Of course she would have left her phone.

She's not in our room Ali. I don't know where she is.

We'll find her, you look around the hotel, we'll search around outside the hotel. Call me if you find her.

Y/n POV

I had managed to get my panic attack under control and was just sitting against the tree staring into space. Someone stopped in front of me, but I didn't pay them any attention.

"Oh Y/n, thank god. Are you okay?" It was Ali. I didn't say anything, just nodded. "Okay, that's a good sign, but I call bullshit. What Mal said, it's not what we think Y/n, sure it's a little gross sometimes, but we like seeing you happy. Don't listen to her."

"Thank you Ali," I whispered, wrapping my arms around myself and rocking slightly to keep myself calm.

Ali went to hug me, but changed her mind. I guess she remembered that being touched during or after a panic attack will likely set me off again, "Do you want to talk about why you reacted the way you did?"

"Um, before Chris as you know I was in a relationship with someone who wasn't the best. The relationship was worse than anyone ever knew, except Chris. Beside what you know, the only time they ever touched me in a non abusive way was when we were in public or when they wanted to get off. Otherwise it was them ignoring me. I was constantly told that I didn't deserve it and if I asked, well there were consequences. A lot of it was how she said it, it sent me back. Christen helped me get back to being okay with physical touch, then understanding that I was deserving of love in the form of physical affection. That there was nothing wrong with wanting to touch her or kiss her just for the hell of it. It took a long time. It made me remember that feeling again."

"I'm sorry Y/n. Don't listen to Mal, if that's how you choose to express your love then that's your choice. Don't let this set you back. There is nothing wrong with you two being all over each other. You deserve love, you deserve the world, you deserve Chris. That girl loves you so much Y/n, let her love you like you deserve. Although, you could hold off a bit around us. You're like my sister, somethings I don't need to see."

I laughed slightly, "That's fair, thank you Ali. Love you."

"Love you too kiddo."

"You do remember I'm 27 right?"

"You're still younger then me so therefore I get to call you kiddo. Now are you ready to head back? Chris is really worried about you."

I lent against her, "I just need a few minutes."

After getting myself together, we made our way back to the hotel. Christen was pacing in the lobby, looking very anxious. She stopped when she saw me, but stayed where she was, waiting for me to approach her. I gave her a quick hug before moving back.

"You okay baby?"

I nodded and dodged her kiss without thinking about it. A flash of hurt appeared before being replaced by understanding. She cupped my cheek, running her thumb over it as I lent into her touch. After a few seconds, Christen lent forward connecting our lips in a soft kiss. There was an urge to pull away, but I did my best to fight it. Internally repeating that Christen did nothing wrong and that there was nothing wrong with kissing her. Eventually, the urge to pull away got too strong and I pulled away abruptly.

Christen laughed lightly, "What? Do I smell or something?"

"You smell amazing as always. I'm sorry my love."

"I get it, but don't let this change things. We've made so much progress." When I looked away, Christen gently guided me back to looking at her, "You're allowed to kiss me, touch me, hug me. You deserve attention, you deserve love and affection. I want to give you kisses, hugs, love. I want to give you everything Y/n. Don't listen to Mal okay? She has no say in how we act with each other."

After a few seconds, I pulled Christen into a proper hug this time, "Ali said the same thing. Minus the kissing and stuff obviously."

She laughed again, this time more genuine, "She better not have. You're mine Y/n, my person, my everything. I love you."

I kissed her with as much love and passion as I could, pulling her as close to me as possible. It didn't feel close enough. Ali slapped my shoulder, making us pull apart, she rolled her eyes with a smile, "Break it up you two. You going to come eat?"

Mal was over by the meal room, when I saw her, I stepped closer to Christen. Christen wrapped her arm around me, glancing at Mal before turning back to Ali, "We're just going to order something to the room. See you tomorrow Ali."

Ali looked over at Mal with a sigh, "Night guys."

As soon as the door shut, I pushed Christen against it, connecting our lips. Christen pulled away when I went to slip her shirt off, "Y/n, we don't have to do this."

"I know that Chris. When we were in the lobby before, I had you up against me as much as possible, but it didn't feel like you were close enough. I need you closer. I need this, I want this, I want you."

Christen pulled me back into her, kissing me with more passion then before. I slipped her shirt off, before leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. Her pants were next followed by her underwear, then we were stumbling over to the bed. Christen knelt on the bed in front of me with her hands on her knees like she had many times before, "What do you want me to do?"

I held my hand out to her which she took after a few seconds, I guided her so she was up on her knees at my height rather than leaning back on them. I wrapped my arms around her as her arms went around my shoulders "Not tonight. I just want to be with you tonight Chris."

She kissed me softly before nuzzling my neck and leaving light kisses, "I love you Y/n."

"And I love you Chris."

After removing her bra, I pushed her back on the bed, nipping and sucking until I made it to her bare chest. Her back arched when as I started kneading one of her breast and taking her other into my mouth. The quiet moans she let out were like music to my ears, they drove me crazy, but I wasn't going to rush. I wanted to take my time, make her feel loved and just be close to her. I took my time on her chest, leaving marks and slowly working her up. "Pl-please Y/n, I n-need more."

Our lips connected as my fingers ran through her soaked folds. I was pulled closer as Christen gasped into my mouth, moving her hips to try get more friction. Christens shaky hands slowly worked on my shirt buttons, as I slowly circled her clit, "Fuck Y/n. Too many clothes."

My bra quickly followed my shirt then Christen got started on my pants and underwear. She froze seeing the bulge in my underwear. Her eyes widened as she pulled them down slowly, revealing the strap-on I was wearing and had been wearing most of the day. Honestly, I had forgotten about it.

"Y-you're wearing-"

"I had a plan this morning, we don't have to use it now." We had used toys before but not a strap-on yet, it had been talked about before, but I was planning on surprising her with it today.  

Christen stopped my hand from undoing the harness, "No, I want to try it."

Two fingers slipped into her easily, making her moan loudly, I took my time working her up. Slowly speeding up until incoherent sounds were falling uncontrollably. Nails scratched my back, leaving a stinging sensation that I ignored. All my focus was on making her fall over the edge. I added a third finger before speeding up slightly. Her walls clenched slightly around my fingers, telling me she was close. Normally when we were in hotels, I would drown her moans by kissing her, but Mal was in the room next to us and I wanted to be petty, so I left Christen moaning loudly. A few thrusts later, Christen came hard. Arms gripped me tightly, nails dug into my back as she moaned my name over and over.

Once Christen recovered, I shifted us so I was against the headboard and Christen was hovering over the tip of the strap on, "Are you ready baby?"

She nodded quickly, lacing one of her hands with mine. It was obvious she was nervous, so I squeezed her hand as I slowly guided her down, stopping once I got to the end to give her time to adjust. Her eyes watered, I lent forward to connect our lips in a lingering kiss, "I got you baby, just relax, you are doing so good. Tell me when you're ready or if you want to stop."

Christen squeezed my hand with a small smile, "Needa minute." My lips found her chest again, as her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling slightly, "I'm ready."

I thrusted up slowly, in return Christen hissed quietly. I was going to stop, but Christen quickly shook her head, "I'm okay. Keep going please."

My arms wrapped around her, kissing her as I thrust slowly. It took a few minutes until moans were falling from her mouth and she met my thrusts. I sped up slowly, watching her for any signs she wasn't okay. Her head hit my shoulder, hips meeting every thrust harder and breathing speeding up, "F-faster, fuck Y/n, please."

I flipped us over so Christen was on her back, as I thrust harder and faster. Christens legs wrapped around my lower back, her head thrown back as she gripped the sheets. I knew her body language enough to know she was close. I felt pressure grow in my own stomach, the strap rubbing against my clit with each thrust. My hand slid between us, finding her clit. A few seconds later, Christen came harder than before, heels digging into my back as she shook, crying out my name again. I slowed down a bit, but didn't stop. My own orgasm fast approaching. Christen knew me better then I knew myself so when she finally looked back at me, she started rocking her hips. That was enough to throw me over the edge, her movements not stopping until I relaxed on top of her.

Christen giggled once her breathing settled, "I like this one."  

"Me too," I replied, moving slowly inside of her again. She tried to squirm away, "Too much?"

"N-no, just sensitive. Don't stop, make me take it, I want it."

I smirked, starting out slow again, until Christen was whimpering desperately and I suddenly sped up. Thrusting hard and fast, holding her down as she tried to get away while begging me to stop. I knew she didn't actually want me to so I just thrust harder, Christen held onto me as if her life depended on it. It didn't take long for her to fall over the edge again. Once Christen came down from her high, she pushed me away slightly, "I-I ca-can't."

I pulled out slowly, taking off the harness and discarding it on the floor to clean later. Christen cuddled up against me as I placed a kiss on her forehead, "I love you Chris, so much."

Christen wiped the tears that fell down my cheeks, "I love you too Y/n, don't cry baby. What's wrong?"

"Just left over emotions I guess. I'm okay love. This is what I needed. To feel this close to you, this loved by you."

"Y/n, you don't even know how much I love you. I can tell you and show you, but you'll never really know just how much."

"Ditto."

She straddled me with a smirk, "We're not done yet."

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Christen was hungry. Unfortunately by time we finished, room service was closed so I had order food for delivery. Mal was heading out of her room as I was walking past to meet the delivery guy. She instantly turned a dark shade of red when she saw me. I knew she would be the only one in the room as we were rooming alone this camp, with the exception of couples, "I bet Dansby has never made you scream like that." I said casually walking past her.

"Y/n, I'm sorry."

"I don't want to hear it tonight Mal. I just want to get my food and go back to my girlfriend."

[kylermalloy]

Stydia #20 😘

Christina! This is such a good prompt, since they both have a myriad of scars to choose from (should I be happy or sad about that?)

Takes place post-series, but references the time Lydia was attacked by a kanima in season 5

“One normal date. That’s all I ask.”

Lydia laughs sharply, stumbling under the weight of her boyfriend’s arm slung around her shoulders. “You’re asking too much.”

“Well, fuck me, then.”

He obviously means it as an expression of frustration, but Lydia still seizes upon the opportunity to joke. “Mm-mmm. Not while you’re bleeding.”

They burst into their motel room, which is trashier than usual. No lobby, no elevator, no breakfast, and despite the No Smoking sign on the door there’s still an ashtray on the round little table.

At least they got a first floor room, so Lydia doesn’t have to drag Stiles up a flight of stairs.

It’s been a rough year. Monroe has a seemingly endless army of hunters to send after supernaturals, making it impossible for them to stay in one place for more than a few weeks. College has been put on hold until further notice—although MIT made it clear that she was welcome back at any time. In fact, they begged her to return at any time when she announced she was taking a year off.

They can’t even go see a movie without some self-righteous asshole crusader firing a crossbow at them.

Well, at Lydia. Stiles, wonderful idiot that he is, jumped in front of her and took a swiping blow to his side.

Lydia peels up his rusted-bloody shirt and applies antiseptic. “It’s not deep. You don’t need stitches.”

“Thank god,” he breathes. His fists are clenched in the bedspread. “I love you, but you’re a butcher with that needle.”

“Thank you. I learned needlepoint when I was in primary.”

“Oh, cool. So can you stitch ‘fuck you’ into my side? The next time someone captures me and pulls my shirt off to torture me, I’d like them to read that first.”

“I’ll get right on that.” Lydia pulls a size-XL bandage from their first-aid kit. “Although a tattoo would be easier.”

Stiles winces as she lays the bandage in place, applying pressure so the adhesive sticks.

“Be good,” she murmurs, running her fingers over the edges. “Shh.” Her touch strays up over his ribs.

He relaxes, a little. As much as one can when a crossbow bolt has grazed one’s side.

His legs part, inviting her to step between them so her torso presses against his. Her arms wind around his shoulders, and his around her waist in a fervent embrace.

Even with him seated and her standing, her head is barely high enough to rest on top of his.

“Mm.” Stiles breathes into her shirt, warm and satisfied. “Oh, hey. We match now.”

“What?”

His fingers dance up her shirt, pulling the hem away to reveal the angry slash on the left side of her stomach. “I’m gonna have a scar, too.”

A shocked sound escapes her lips that’s part laugh and part sob, and she lifts her eyes to the ceiling. How has this become their life? Comparing scars and patching wounds in a dinky motel room?

Of course she remembers the day a reptilian tail sliced through her side, the blood that spilled through her fingers. Creating the wound that still scars her skin to this day.

Her only consolation was that the venom paralyzing her also numbed the worst of her pain. That, and Stiles.

Seeing Stiles there was also a relief. Numbed the pain in a different way. She had to be strong for him, after all. Smile at him, let him know that she was all right. Nothing hurt worse than his horrified expression.

Her fingers wind tightly into his hair. Clinging to him.

“Hey.” His lips are hot against her skin. “Looks good.” And then he’s mouthing at the pearly white ridge, trailing kisses over the scar tissue that will probably mark her for the rest of her life.

“Thanks,” she says breathlessly. Honestly, it’s such a simple gesture that she shouldn’t be aroused by it. Plenty of partners have done the same to her.

But the reverence with which he lays kisses on her, over the part of her that could be perceived as ugly or flawed, the utter sincerity of his compliment…that is what makes her weak at the knees, more than any sensual touch could on its own.

His hands stray around her waist again, but this time under her shirt, tracing the curve of her hips, the hollow of her spine. “We survived. Tonight.”

“Yes, we did.”

“Didn’t finish the movie, but we made it back alive.”

“Very true.”

“Call it a win?”

Lydia purses her lips, futilely resisting the inevitable smile. Stiles’s ability to make her smile is uncanny. “Yes. Call it a win.”

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[straw-hat-steph]

How I feel about WHO ??

Sebastian X GN Farmer - (dialogue heavy) one shot

Just over 800 words

The idea for this came from completing Leah’s six heart event in an attempt to be friends with everyone on my save file. You can mentally swap out Sebastian for another partner if you want! (as long as it isn’t Leah of course)

“Someone just knocked on the door !”

“Okay dont worry I’ll get it”

Half putting on their boots and half stumbling, y/n makes it to the front door. It’s not unusual for someone to be here during this time, offering seeds or stray pets but it's still exciting nonetheless, especially considering the farmer has been making an effort to become friends with more people in town.

“Oh Leah ! Hi” y/n said once they opened the door, surprised to see a new friend

“Hello y/n, beautiful day isnt it ? i hope its not too early but i have brought you a gift”

On the other side of the door, Sebastian’s interest is peaked, he picks up a fussing baby from the floor and slowly walks towards the entrance of the house.

“It’s a sculpture I’ve been working on, just for you” Leah explained, earning very different looks of shock and awe from both the farmer and Sebastian.

Y/n reaches out for the sculpture and places it delicately on the porch beside them.

“It’s called… ‘How i feel about y/n’. I hope you like it” the artist continues.

“It’s amazing Leah thank you so much but you didn't have to”

“Oh don't worry about it! You’ve been so nice to me lately, bringing me salads and bottles of wine from your farm. It’s a way of me repaying you”

“Well you didnt have to but thank you so much, I’ll have to find the perfect spot for it”

Y/n briefly looked round to see their husband looking at them from the kitchen with a puzzled look on their face.

“Okay well I wont keep you for any longer. Are you coming to the stardrop tonight ?”

“Yes I am! I have some diamonds and oranges that I need to give to Gus” Y/n exclaimed, happy that someone reminded them of their to-do list

“Okay?” Leah said, now sharing the same confused look as Sebastian “Well I’ll be sat at my regular table, I dont think Elliot is joining me anymore so it will be nice to have some company”

“Oh of course I’ll come over and say hello” the farmer smiled, excited to be making friends outside of their husband and his band mates.

After saying goodbye, y/n watches as Leah maneuvers around the various barns and coops before heading back down the path towards cindersap forest. They bring in the piece of art and look at their husband.

“That was nice of them-“

“How I feel about WHO?!” Sebastian shouted, a smile creeping onto their face, leaning on the kitchen counters like an angry parent.

Y/n pretends to tuck a piece of hair behind their ear before putting the piece down and walking up to Sebastian with outstretched arms.

“If you’re cheating on me you can just say so” He playfully bats the farmer away.

“Oh my god stop being so dramatic”

“No I mean it! I mean I would have to figure out how to get the kids’ beds in my moms basement but we would remain civil. As a child of divorce I understand completely”

“Please shut up she was just being nice”

Sebastian pulls the farmer in close, their faces even closer.

“We’re married with two kids and I’ve never made you a piece of art”

“Well maybe you should”

“Have you met my mum ?? Wood carving skills are in my genes”

“And yet here i am … artless”

Sebastian tips back his head and laughs. Y/n is so glad he’s not the jealous type.

“I guess after all this time, I didn’t realise I had competition”

“You got too comfortable then. My life is like a dating sim these days”

Y/n moves out of Sebastian’s arms and walks away, trying to carry on with whatever was happening before Leah showed up. Sebastian followed them anyway.

“Oh really?” He questioned, still smiling “tell me what else i have to compete with”

“Well … Elliot dedicated his new book to me”

Sebastian acts as if he’s been shot and stumbles slightly, making Y/n laugh this time

“And Shane let me meet his chickens”

He pretends to be shot in a different part of his body. Sometimes you wonder if anyone else sees how much of an idiot he really is.

“I can’t believe Shane showed you his c-“

“Chickens!” Y/n shouts while finally stepping out of the farmhouse door.

“I cant believe I’m in this house, raising our children and you’re flirting with all of Pelican Town!”

“But you’re the one I married” Y/n laughs “I guess something about the motorbike and board games put you above the rest”

“Good” he smiles before standing on his usual spot on the porch, watching their partner throw themselves into their work. It’s times like this when he thinks about how close he was to leaving this whole town and life behind.

BONUS:

“You’ve been staring at it for hours”

“I cant tell what its supposed to be”

“It’s how they feel about me”

“It’s weird”

“It’s art”

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[jungkookienoona]

Total Eclipse Final Part

Recommended Song: Through The Night by IU

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Summary:

After a fateful day in an Egyptian tomb, things have never been the same for Jungkook, or you, after a certain vengeful god decided to make him its fist.

Genre: Angst, Actiony, Romance, F2L UWU

Pairing: Moon Knight!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Blood, Death of Major and Minor Characters. Body Horror. Talk of what its like to die. SMUT. Gore.

Word Count: 835

Note:Jungkook will not be having DID in this fic. Khonshu has had many avatars over the millenia and I’m pretty sure Marc is the only one that has DID. Although there will be some slight overlap between Marc and Jungkook such as mercenary work.

I apologise for my shitty photoshop, my partner who does freelance design tried to help. Needless to say photoshoping is hard. In fact other than Jungkook, my partner did this whole little banner.

Sorry this took so long! Between multiple pet deaths, work and stress, I couldn't bring myself to write. It's sort but I hope its good enough.

With a new deity in the mix, a new rhythm of the day came into play. Since Jungkook promised the gods that he’d do anything when pleading for your resurrection, Hathor took to renegotiating his deal with Khonshu. If he was going to serve her wishes, he needed days of freedom from Khonshu’s demand. The vengeful god wasn’t too pleased but relented to his elder cousin. And how does one serve the goddess of joy, love, sexuality, fate and transition into the afterlife? Apparently by being with you, either just spending the day together or he would help you shepherd lost souls to the Duat. 

Which meant yes, you could see ghosts, and because Khonshu considered ghosts to be travellers of the night, so could Jungkook. It was a shock to your system when you returned to your flat to see your dad’s spirit there, worried sick in the trashed space. 

“Oh, Y/N, thank the gods you’re alright!”

He wrapped his arms around you in an embrace that you could surprisingly feel. But you were quick to return it which seemed to shock him too.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” you whispered into his shoulder.

“As if I’d ever leave you behind. I’ve always tried to be by your side when I could. And when Jungkook spoke to me, I knew I could rely on him to take care of you in my place. And whenever I needed him, I would feel this pull that would take me right to him.”

Jungkook cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“So that’s how you were always there when I had my nightmares?”

“Yeah… you could say it's a perk of being ‘The guardian of those who travel at night’. Didn’t quite like leaving you alone knowing that… you were still haunted by what happened.”

Your father cupped your face, you could feel the calluses on his fingers. You never thought you would get to welcome their roughness again. 

“My little digger is all grown up now, but I won’t know peace until I know you are safe and happy.”

You chuckled drily, “As long as I’m an avatar to a god, I don’t think I’ll ever be truly either of those.”

Your dad pinched your nose like he would when you were small, “You will be. A year or two of serving and you should be able to negotiate your freedom.”

Jungkook looked sceptical, “And how do you know this?”

“Well, in my line of work you sometimes stumbled across little tales in the glyphs that didn’t seem… significant. Not quite grand enough to be a religious text and not mundane enough to be a day in the life. Little fragmented tales of people being selected to serve the gods, almost like a priesthood, yet the duties not quite aligning with what was already known. And from what I remember of the fragments, no god ever keeps its chosen priest for a lifetime. If the priest wished to return to his prior life, he could. Only the truly devoted served for decades.”

“That’s a really convenient bit of info. Thanks dad.”

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Days were spent fixing up your trashed flat, salvaging what you could to take back to the house. Furniture was mostly ruined but your clothes were intact. Framed pictures needed reframing and your laptop had seen better days. But it still turned on which meant the contents could still be backed up onto a hard drive. 

Jungkook didn’t have too much at your flat since he had been crashing on your sofa, nowhere for him to really put his stuff. He helped you to repaint the walls and repair any noticeable damage from the cult members who broke in. It felt very domestic. You felt Hathor purring in the back of your mind from your content. Jungkook also helped psyche you up to cancel your rent contract. You visibly winced at the cancellation fee as you had to pay off the remaining months of your contract. It wasn’t easy to part with that kind of money, but moving into Jungkook’s safe house meant you didn’t have to pay rent anymore, which saved you money in the long run. 

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It was odd to be honest, falling asleep in Jungkook’s arms on his nights off from avataring. It was too peaceful, his steady heartbeat would lull you into a slumber that you used to try and delay. Memories of Egypt no longer stalked your dreams, though sometimes you would wake with a start when phantom claws touched your neck. And unlike before, Jungkook was no longer there wide awake to comfort you. No, it would be a groggy sort of comfort, a half awake murmur, as he pulled you back into him to lazily card his fingers through your hair and his other hand thumbed your hip. A soft kiss to your forehead as if that would banish what had woken you.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. Now and always.”

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[lys-9-10]

Ch. 2 + 3 of "Connection" posted

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There’s a ginger scrub staring at Tobio through the window. 

His nose is smushed up against the glass, making it look piggish. His mouth is hanging open, breath causing steam to gather around his face. Every once in a while, he pulls back to wipe the window clear with his sleeve—and then smushes up his nose all over again. 

It isn’t abnormal for their Lindy Hop practice to draw the curious eyes of passing students. After all, with partner dancing being close to dead in mainstream culture (because people are idiots), most of Tobio’s peers have never seen something like this before. And normally, Tobio revels in the fact that his dancing is forcing people to watch. 

But … this is different. None of the other students stare like this. 

It isn’t just the smushed up pig nose. It isn’t just the wide open mouth. It’s the scrub’s eyes. They’re glittering. Positively enthralled. Delighted… 

It pisses Tobio right off. 

He whips Yachi too aggressively into a frisbee spin. She stumbles and bumps against him clumsily when he catches her. Looking up at him anxiously, Yachi clears her throat.

“Um! Are—are you alright, Kageyama-san?” 

“What?” he snaps. “Of course I am.” He leads Yachi into a quadruple turn, then a cartwheel aerial, so she won’t be able to say anything else. 

She lands back on her feet, looking slightly frazzled. “Well, ah,” Yachi says, struggling to catch her breath as Tobio mercilessly leads her straight into kick-throughs. “You just—seem a little—bothered—is all”—

She’s cut off by the sound of the door crashing open. 

Jerking up his head, Tobio is shocked to see the ginger scrub hurtling toward them, pushing his way through the dance floor. 

“PLEASE TEACH ME HOW TO DANCE!!!”

Tobio makes a sound that is most definitely not a squawk as the scrub launches himself forward and flings both arms around Tobio’s middle. He looks up at Tobio through wide, earnest eyes. 

“Please, please, please!!'' the scrub begs. “You guys look so awwwwwesome!! I wanna learn how to do this!! Can you teach me how to do that fancy flippy thing you just did?? And the kicky thing you were doing right after?? Please please teach me, senpai!!” 

Tobio recovers enough to find his tongue. “What the hell! Get off me, dumbass!” He tries to wriggle out of the scrub’s grip, but those scrawny arms just tighten around him even more. 

“Pleeeeeease!! I’m a fast learner, I swear! Please, this is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole entire life!! You have to teach me!!” 

Beside them, Yachi lets out a tiny squeak as she attempts to say something. “Um!” she stammers. “I-if you want to learn, I’m sure Daichi would be happy to welcome you into the club!” 

The scrub’s head swivels towards her—though his arms stay locked tight around Tobio’s stomach. “Who’s Daichi?” He jerks his head up at Tobio. “Is he Daichi?” 

“N-no. Daichi is our captain. You should talk to him if you want to”—

“Hey,” Daichi’s voice sounds, as he strides up to join them. “Everything good over here?” He turns to the ginger scrub and asks, not unkindly, “Who are you?”

The scrub finally lets go of Tobio’s middle (thank the gods), claps his hands together at his chest, and swoops down into a low bow. “I’m Shoyo Hinata, first year at Karasuno high!” he declares. “I want to learn how to dance!”

Daichi chuckles. “Shoyo Hinata, eh? I’m Daichi Sawamura. Welcome to Karasuno’s Lindy Hop club, Hinata-kun.” 

Hinata’s eyes blow wide. “Welcome? Does that mean I can join??” 

Daichi smiles. “Of course you can. The Lindy Hop club is open to everyone. No experience or audition necessary.” 

“WOOOOOOOOWWW!!!” Hinata spins around in a hyper-energetic pirouette. (A poorly executed pirouette, of course. Idiot.) “That’s so awwwwwwesome!!” 

Daichi erupts into a warm belly laugh, and even Yachi lets out a little giggle. Tobio, however, is frowning. “Captain,” he says, brusquely. “Do you really think this is a good idea? We’re in the middle of training for Lindy Bout. This is a crucial period for the club, we don't exactly have time to babysit newbies.” 

Daichi folds his arms over his chest and levels Tobio with a cool stare. “And of course, Kageyama would be thrilled to be your teacher. What an excellent idea, Hinata-kun.” 

Tobio’s jaw drops to the floor. “What?” he gasps. 

Daichi takes a step forward and claps Tobio heavily on the back. Tobio buckles forward, the rest of the air that was in his lungs leaving in a swift whoosh. Daichi turns a smile on Hinata. 

“We’re just about to wrap up practice for the day, but the two of you can start first thing tomorrow morning, if you like. We have open practice in this room every Saturday at 8:30 am, and every Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 3:30 pm. If you can’t make all of those, just come to the ones you can.” 

Hinata’s face breaks into the widest, sunniest grin Tobio has ever seen. It makes him want to vomit. 

“YEEEEEEES!!!” Hinata exalts, pumping one fist then the other into the air, in rapid succession. “I’m gonna learn Lindy Bop!” 

“It’s Lindy Hop, dumbass!” Tobio snaps at him. Then he turns to Daichi and grips his arm, desperately. “Captain, please,” he begs. “You can’t do this to me right now. Yachi and I are training hard for Lindy Bout, all my time and energy needs to go into that. Get someone else to teach the scrub.” 

“Newsflash, Kageyama,” Daichi says calmly, “Everyone is getting ready for Lindy Bout. You aren’t special.” 

Tobio blanches. In his peripheral vision, he sees Yachi clap both hands to her mouth, her eyes shooting wide as saucers. 

Daichi turns to Hinata again. His mouth pulls up into a kind smile ... but it hides a hint of a smirk under the surface. “You know what,” the captain says. “I think this teaching arrangement just might be mutually beneficial.” 

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