#opened wattpad for the first time in forever and immediately was met with a post

[brutal-out-here]

About to watch the season 2 finale of School Sports, should I be afraid? I feel like I should be afraid

[daniyanii]

I POSTED THIS ON MY WATTPAD (melaninanimez) FIRST

Soft Yandere Dabi

You remember the exact day you met him. You were just doing your day to day job as a florist. You loved your little shop with everything you had left, because well....it was all you had left.

Many years ago your shop was actually your fathers. You used to run around smelling the flowers and playing with the petals in your own world while he worked to give you everything he could. Life was good...until it wasn't.

One day while you were playing in the back room, your father was being robbed. He was always a prideful man and would refuse to give up, but that was his downfall. He refused to give the money not because he was greedy, but because he was saving up to give you a real christmas that year.

After he refused the money the robber was fed up. Your little dream world was interrupted by a single gunshot, something heavy dropping to the floor, and rummaging through the cash register.

You heard the bell on the front door ring quickly as whoever committed this crime ran off. You were completely frozen with fear, but you slowly inched yourself out the room. Once you hit the main room you were horrified to see blood spilling down the small steps that lead behind the counter.

"Daddy?" your high voice whispered out

But you got not response, the only sound that filled the room was the spilling of blood and your jagged breaths.

You had to no choice but to walk up the steps since that was the only way to get behind the counter. You always used to run around barefoot so you had to step directly in the warm trailing blood. When you peeked behind the counter it confirmed your worst nightmare.

Your father had been shot dead.

You remember running to his body and screaming. Begging him to move or talk, asking him not to leave you. But after a few minutes of crying and pleading you knew it was over, he was gone.

He wasn't the first parent you had seen dead either. Your mother killed herself by overdosing a year prior. It took you hours to realize she wasn't just sleep. You remember bouncing on her chest laughing, and begging her to get up. But after your poured water on her hand and when she didn't move you knew something was wrong.

You always tried not to think about it but without fail it remained a constant replaying memory. It was like an annoying fly who just wouldn't go away no matter how many windows you open. You took the pain and trauma from both of those situations and pushed it all the way down to your feet. Whenever you thought about it in public you would just put a smile on your face like always and keep moving.

One day a young man came in staring at the ground, refusing to look up at you. Nevertheless, you still smiled and greeted him like all your other customers.

"Do you have any sunflowers?" He mumbled out still looking as far down as he could.

"Of course I do! Let me show you." You spoke with enthusiasm since surprisingly no one ever asked for sunflowers. Plus....they were your dad's favorite.

You stepped down the steps, and lightly grabbed his hand to lead him to the flowers. He seemed to tense at this but didn't pull away.

"Theyre all the way back here since people aren't usually big fans of them." You explained but quickly shut up, feeling like he wasn't one for small talk. You let go of his hand when the sunflowers came in view.

"There they are, beautiful as ever. I'll leave you to it, any other questions you have I'd be glad to answer." Since his head was slightly up now he could see you but you couldn't really see him, you still gave him your warmest smile and began to walk back to the counter.

"Um, can you actually help me pick one? I'm not very good at this." He spoke deeply, he knew that any other day he would have wordlessly walked in and wandered till he found what he needed, grabbed the first one he saw and left. But something about this woman made him have to talk to her. She radiated this warmth that even he couldn't make.

"Of course! It's not like there's anyone else in here." She turned around smiling again

She began asking him simple questions only flower related. She could tell he was a private man due to his lack of responses and she would respect that. After they picked which ones he wanted they traveled back up to the counter. He had subconsciously fully lifted his head up, displaying scorched skin and stitches. He didn't even realize until she spoke again.

"I'm sorry but your eyes are just beautiful." She confessed to him which made his eyes widen

Half of my face is burnt to a crisp but she noticed my eyes first? And complimented me...she must be joking

"I'm sorry again, I didn't mean to upset you and overstep. Here you go, free of charge." She quickly recanted once she saw his face frown

When he went to grab the flowers his hands grazed hers. He expected her to snatch her hand back after feeling the scorched skin, but she gently let go once she was sure the flowers were in his grip.

"It's alright. Thankyou for the flowers and helping me but I must pay you." He reached to his pocket but she pulled his hand out, holding it for a second.

"No need. It's nice to actually have a customer on the weekdays. Consider it a gift!" beaming brightly and the dark man

That damn smile again, why is it so enchanting? Is that her quirk?

"What's your name?" He blurted out before he could stop himself, and subconsciously tightened the hold on her hand

"Y/n L/n. What about you stranger?" Her smile never once faltered and she didn't even think about pulling her hand away

Why isn't she scared of me? Or is she just good at acting?

"Dabi. My name is Dabi." He bluntly responded

"Well Dabi, I hope to see you again. You seem like a good man." Y/n had always been like this, her kindness knew no limits. Anyone else would’ve immediately labeled Dabi dangerous…which he was

"I- Okay." For once Dabi didn't know what to say

After that day he stalked her non stop. It was such a surprise to see that once she was in the "safe" confines of her home how fast her smile dropped. How on most days her eyes would immediately begin to water as she scolded herself about being weak.

It saddened him to see how draining it was for her to act so nice. She wasted her kindness on anyone and everyone, and it took a lot out of her.

He had finally worked the courage up to go back. This time he knew he'd have to have her forever.

"Hey Dabi! Nice to see you again." she exclaimed

She remembers my name?

"Hi Y/n." He spoke lowly trying to avoid eye contact since he knew she was probably disgusting by his burnt skin and stitches

"More sunflowers?" she questioned since most people always got the same flowers

"Um, I guess you could say that." He answered knowing she wouldn't get it, but he knew that whenever he saw sunflowers (or any flower for the most part) he couldn't help but see her smile.

He considered her a flower, more specifically a sunflower.

"Well you know where they are. Need any help picking them out?" She questioned while he just nodded in response

She took a deep breath and walked down the very steps that haunted her. Almost as if she could still feel the warm blood between her toes She refused to show her pain so she did what she always did....smile the pain away.

When they got to the very back where no one could see them, he grabbed her hand. Not forcefully, but he had a good grip on her, scared that she would snatch away.

but she didn't

and in that moment he knew

she was his and his only

"Dabi are you okay?" She asked smile slowly dropped as she saw his nervous face

"Why aren't you scared of me?" He blurted out, needing to know the reason.

Her warm smile came back as she grabbed his hand a little tighter

"Well, you haven't given me a reason to be. You're really nice, and I have no room to judge anyone."

Dabi's heart was beating so fast he could hear it. He no longer could live without her, what was to come next had to be done.

"W-Would you mind taking a walk with me?" He asked nervously, knowing that any normal person would practically scream no

"Of course, the shop is slow today anyways. Come on." She took their hands and intertwined their fingers

Dabi could feel all the blood rushing to his cheeks. He never had a woman, or anyone touch him like this so willingly.

She let Dabi lead and after quite some time she realized he was walking her out of town.

"Dabi where are we going? Town is back that way." She questioned

"I-I'm selfish. I need you, I want you, and so I'll have you. You'll learn to lik-." Dabi was cut off by lips touching his

His heart damn near stopped

He had never been kissed before

He'd never even had a hug

And here she was kissing him first

"Dabi I already like you. I'll go anywhere you want, but what about my shop? It's been in my family for generations." She replied softly

I'm fucking dreaming arent I?

"W-We can arrange t-to have it looked after." He was in such shock he could barely talk

"Okie Dokie. Then lets go!"

"Are you serious? You're not gonna run or scream and call me a monster? You'll just come with me willingly?" He stared at her with udder disbelief, expecting her to kill me

"Will you protect me?" She ignored his questions and dropped her smile to know she was serious

"With my life. You'll never be hurt again." He didn't even hesitate, wrapping arms around her waist, not pulling her in for a hug because he didn't wanna scare her.

"Will you give me your loyalty?"

"There is no one else I could ever feel like this for. Only you." He confessed truthfully

"And you promise not to leave?" She was tired of everything in her life leaving

So what if Dabi wasn't "normal"?

So what if she would never leave his sight?

She finally had someone again, and she didn't wanna have to let go again.

And he wasn't letting her go

So it would all workout

"I will never leave you. And you can't leave me. I-I love you." Dabi couldn't believe he just said that but he really couldn't believe what happened next after that

"Then what are we still here for. I'm ready to go home with you." she said while pulling him in for a deep hug

He just inhaled her scent, she smelled so floral and ethereal.

He couldn't believe she wanted to be with him.

[angeli-marco-writes]

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆  Tom Holland - Just Friends?  ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

A/N - posting for the first time in forever, this time with a Tom Holland imagine that’s already been on my wattpad for a loooong time. Go check that out though, angeli.marco because I have whole ass collections on there rather than just the odd few one shots. 

Warnings - drinking, very light mentions of drugs, swearing. Also its like 5k words so it’s long as well.

Summary - you and tom have been best friends for a long time and inseparable for just as long. The boys welcome you as one of their own, and you’re basically a part of the family. That’s your main issue, because when you begin to harbour feelings for your best friend, you’re not sure if he feels the same.

YOU AND TOM HAVE AN INTENSE FRIENDSHIP, there’s no denying it. In fact, the intensity worries his family, it all happened so fast.

The two of you met about a year and a half ago at your local supermarket. You were just going shopping for some food as you moved to London, and you saw Tom there. You recognised him, but you of course didn’t want to be a bother, so you began to hyperventilate in the bread aisle, thinking you were alone, just when Tom poked his head around the corner. 

“You okay, Miss? You sound like you’re dying.” Those were his very first words to you, and you couldn’t even look him in the eye when responding.

“I-I’m fine, tha-thanks Mr Holland.” Could you have been any more awkward? 

However, Tom, thankfully, found it endearing, and to this day he still does. A day hasn’t gone by for the last 18 months that the two of you haven’t spent together. Within a week of meeting, you were on first name terms with all of his family and friends, and every second of your lives are spent in each other’s company, simply platonic though - at least for him.

He spends his time with you on pranks, swiftly followed by an apology cupcake (never handmade, at least not by him), and in the evening, he hauls you up to the roof of your apartment building or a spot on his house to get drunk and look at the sky. It’s what you love about him, he incorporates everything the both of you enjoy into your daily lives and it creates this brilliant, inescapable routine of happiness and hangovers, and almost every morning that you wake up with him on the other side of his bed or yours, only to find him half hanging off it, you feel this intense happiness in your chest. That feeling is immediately shut down when you realise that to Tom, you’ll be nothing more than his friend. And in a few months, your whirlwind friendship will be over and he’ll be a stranger to you, a big star you stalk on Instagram, he’ll never be your Tom.

Today, you’d planned to go over to his house as soon as you woke up after spending one of your only ever nights apart, since his parents were out with Paddy, meaning it would only be you two and the boys, whom you also got on well with. He left his door unlocked when he knew you were coming over, something else that confused you, and why would he want you over whilst his parents were absent? Yes, he’s a 23 year old actor, but he’s still a mummy’s boy. You trusted that nothing would happen even though you secretly hoped it would.

On your walk to his house, you text him and get a reply almost immediately, though not what you expect.

YOU - Nearly there :)

TOM - I nicked his phone baby, see you at the door. Harry x

You smile in spite of yourself, shutting your phone off and shoving it in your back pocket with the elegance of a hippo, stumbling over his drive before you even reach his front door. You take a heavy sigh while gathering your dignity, looking up at the house. In the attic, Harrison’s sitting in the window seat, his head in his hands while holding his phone between his shoulder and his ear, another fight in paradise apparently, Sam is in the front room, Tom’s in his bedroom (more precisely in his wardrobe), and Harry is nowhere to be seen. That can only mean trouble.

You open the door and kick your shoes off in the porch, closing the front door as you cautiously open the second, only to be tackled and restrained. Your hands are held behind your back with a strong arm winding around your waist and hot breath fanning your ear.

“Surrender your sweets, baby, or I’ll text your mum from Tom’s phone.” Chirps a voice, cracking a little because you know he’s trying to keep a straight face. How does he always know?

“My back right pocket, be careful or Tom will kill you for laying a hand on me.” You say, and the smirk in your voice is obvious. Within seconds, you’re freed but pulled to the ground by a laughing Harry, laughing so hard his cheeks are a magnificent red and his breathing laboured. “Lovely to see you too Harry.” You say, passing him the packet of skittles that you always carry with you. He takes them gratuitously and stands up first, pulling you up off the floor much to the disappointment of a scowling onlooking Sam, and you race up the stairs to Tom's room. 

“Knock knock,” Upon entering, a childish grin is all over your face.

“Did you get my phone off Harry on my way up here?” Tom asks solemnly, not moving from his position virtually inside his man-sized wardrobe. You flop down on his bed which just happens to be far more comfortable than your own, and sigh.

“No, Harry threatened me with it but he loves me enough to hand it over if you want me to get it.” You grin, your eyes glued to him, but he just doesn’t move. “You okay?” You ask and he nods.

“Yeah course baby, why wouldn’t I be?”

There’s something up that you can’t place, so to snap him into action you mention something guaranteed to get Tom riled up. “Your brother trapped me on my way in, if I hadn't made him laugh he would’ve been grabbing my arse to get hold of my sweets.”

Tom spins on his heel, leaping onto the bed beside you. He starts to trace a calloused finger down your face and neck, only stopping at the neckline of your jumper. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

A lump forms in your throat. His touch electrifies your body, making your mind go lax, but you can’t be complacent. You’re just friends, right?

“Of course he didn’t. Now what are we doing today?” You roll off the side of the bed and away from Tom, folding your arms secretively across your chest. You look out the window at the houses across the street, watching cars go by and seeing the leaves flying in the gusts of wind that come every so often, London really can be pretty.

Tom stands up and follows you, his eyebrows knitted together in concern. He places a hand on your shoulder and tilts your chin up to meet his eyes. “Did Harry hurt you? Tell me, please.”

You smile sadly, shaking your head. “He didn’t, he never would, I promise, I just don’t feel great today,” This ends up being the wrong thing to say, because Tom proceeds to place his hand on your forehead and then the sides of your neck, followed by a chaste kiss to your head which makes your whole body feel weightless. His lips are so soft.

“You haven’t got a temperature, maybe Sam’s lunch will make you feel better.”

For the next two hours, the two of you sit a little too much of a respectable distance apart on the sofa while watching your favourite show, LOST. You don’t talk much, but you find his baby brown eyes looking at you and his mouth gaping like a fish every so often, making a fiery blush heat your face and neck. Harry decides to sit in the empty space between the two of you, shortly followed by Harrison who sits on the arm of the sofa with his arm around your shoulders, only leaving when called to help with the lunch by Sam.

“Harry, can you piss off please?” Tom says after a string of continually failing attempts to push his brother from the sofa space between the two of you.

“Why, so you can sit with your girlfriend?” Harry teases, once again making the wrong choice with an already aggravated Tom. The pair leap to their feet, neither wearing slippers, and start legging it around the house.

You can hear the painful thuds of the pair no doubt slamming into walls and leaving dents, the harsh skids of the tiled floor when their socks fall down their heels, the shrieks and yells of disdain between the brothers, and finally the crash, crack and groan sequence of them piled on the floor, with Harrison entangled in them - you can tell from his posh sounding squeak of despair.

Begrudgingly, you stand up and leave the comfort and warmth of your sofa crease and make your way to the kitchen where Sam is blatantly ignoring the existence of his brothers and their imbecility. 

“Smells good Sam, sorry about them, it’s my fault.” You say absently, crouching down to untangle the pile of tangled limbs.

“Yeah,” Sam responds with a snort, “it is your fault, they keep fighting because they’ve fallen so madly in love with you and can’t decide who should have you.”

His words make you stop dead in your movements and cause an eerie silence to settle over everyone. For a solid, lengthy minute that feels like an hour, no one moves or speaks or breathes, and you’ve never been so confused in your life. Slowly, you stop trying to help the boys and you stand up.

“I- um, he was joking baby.” Tom stammers, watching you stand up to leave. What is it with that nickname making you feel things? 

“Yeah, slip of the tongue love.” Sam adds, leaning over the stove to catch your hand on your way out. You turn to face him, only to have him shoot you an apologetic glance.

“Yeah, whatever. I’ll be upstairs, come find me when you’ve grown up.” You say finally, closing the kitchen door on your way out.

As soon as you’re securely in Tom’s room, you clasp your hands together and release a long held groan of desperation, sliding down the back of the door. Circumstance is killing you, why can’t life just be simple? You look around Tom’s room at all of the framed pictures of the two of you hung from his walls, propped up on his window sill, and a special one in a heart on his bedside locker. Since you met, he’s been your one and only. You haven’t even thought about another boy, well, man. What Sam said has to have been a coincidence, Harry can’t like you, or so you tell yourself. It’d be far easier to date Harry than Tom, but it'd ruin your friendship with them both. You let out another groan and sprawl yourself out on Tom's bed. It’s so familiar to you - the duvet, the mattress, the smell that can only be described as Tom, your makeup stains on the pillows, just everything, including a dress of yours in the wardrobe in case you need to get ready at his house. 

Your eyes flutter closed and your mind spirals back to the day you met. Even then you were surprised at how laid back he was, until it came to his brothers.

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You look all around your new apartment for a snack, but there’s nothing. Literally nothing except for frozen rice. With a disgruntled moan, you grab your coat and walk down the five flights of stairs to get out of your new building, and walk in the cold London weather and wind to the nearest supermarket. You look inside before entering, and it thankfully seems to be relatively empty, so you shrug off your hood and go inside, only to be met with the sight of your favourite actor, the gorgeous new Spider-Man, Tom Holland. You suffer an internal debate of whether to talk to him or not, and decide against it when your lungs and mind decide to conspire against you.

You quickly run into the bread aisle and think of anything possible to calm you down, but your lungs still don’t want to work, causing your every breath to come out as a laboured whistle. You begin to browse the loaves in an attempt at normality - wholemeal to white, rolls to wraps, but your overdriven brain won’t stop reminding you that your celebrity crush is literally feet away, scrap that, about one foot now since he’s come around the corner.

“You okay, Miss? You sound like you’re dying.” he says to you half jokingly, smiling crookedly at you.

“I-I’m fine, tha-thanks Mr Holland.” you stammer back, immediately face palming and turning away from him, but he’s just laughing at you. “I was hyperventilating because I saw you, even more suave and gorgeous in person.” You say as an attempt to recover, and he seems flattered.

“A fan then. Nice to meet you, now let's shop because this place closes early on Sundays. '' he laughs and swoops up your basket that you’d forgotten about and left strewn across the aisle. 

You follow wherever he walks, watching the way his calves tense when he leans up to the top shelves, the way his arse clenches when he’s deep in thought, the way he smiles at you like a newly rehomed puppy whenever you compliment him or try to be humorous.

Towards the end of your shop, you haul him to the alcohol aisle and pile spirits and mixers into your basket by the gallon. “Game recognises game. Wanna get pissed and watch the stars?” He asks, examining a strawberry vodka that you threw into your basket that just so happened to be mainly alcohol with only a couple of essential food items.

You’re more astounded and taken aback than you can ever remember being, but with one look at his beautiful face you agree with a little too much fervour, subsequently knocking your hair free from its bun and making Tom laugh again. You get the urge to elbow him but withhold in order to preserve this new friendship. While you pay, Tom texts his brother who parks outside and collects the shopping from Tom, but not without warning you that he can be a little tactile. You brush him off with a smile and lead Tom back to your apartment.

He insists on carrying all of your shopping bags into your building and convinces you to take the lift up to your flat, wherein you dump everything but three bottles of alcohol before he’s dragging you up the roof and unscrewing a bottle of echo before you even have the door open.

He collapses through the door and out into the fresh air, taking your hand in order for you to follow suit, though a little more gracefully. He passes you the wine and finds a dry piece of roof, upon which he places his jacket down and crashes onto it.

“How come you’re not treating me like a celebrity?” He asks, pulling you down to sit beside him. You think for a moment and eventually shrug, your eyes trailing back to the sky.

“Because you don’t act like a celebrity I suppose.” You respond, taking another swig from the dreadful bottle of wine. “You act like a normal guy, doing grocery shopping, helping me shop, bringing a minging fan such as myself back to my flat and insisting on drinking with me. You act like a nicer version of every other lad our age.”

He leans over you, engulfing you in a hug and grabbing for the vodka and coke. “I think we’re going to be very good friends.”

The next morning, you find the two of you hungover and fully dressed on top of your bed, glass liqueur and wine bottles decorating your floor. All you remember is going shopping, meeting Tom, and getting incredibly drunk while stargazing. Too drunk to viably do anything besides sleep and throw up, the latter of which you hope to god did not happen.

Tom stirs soon after and just hugs your stomach while groaning and rubbing his head, complaining that he’s never going to drink again - which you know will last approximately twelve hours.

You proceed to eat a make-do breakfast, followed by a heavy dose of paracetamol before Tom walks you to his house. He helps you up the step and just shouts, “this is my new best friend, we’ll be in my room!” 

You see his family's scepticism from down the hall, but Tom doesn’t seem bothered about them or calling you his new best friend, and that's how it all begins.

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“Lunch!” Comes Sam’s voice from outside the door, snapping you out of your reverie, followed by a click and some footsteps. He sits down beside you on the bed, stroking your hair. He doesn’t need to ask if you’re okay or not, he’s just exceptional at reading people, and he really genuinely cares about everyone. He sits you up and hands you a plate with the kindest smile. You don’t need to tell him how you feel, he can tell that you’re confused and tired and in love with his brother - that happened fast.

“They’re locked in the dining room with Harrison. Honestly, forget about them, my brothers are complete dickheads.” He says, sliding you a plate.

“Trust me, I know. They’re worse than that, I think that's why I love you and your family so much.” You sigh deeply, a tear forming in your eye as you rest your head against Sam’s shoulder and he wraps his spare arm around you. He’s a friend to you, one that isn’t messing with your feelings.

A rap on the door breaks your and Sam's discussion, and Tom enters with his back hunched and frowning. “Hug?” Is all he says. Maybe it's best if you don’t discuss it and go back to normal with both your Tom and Harry, maybe the intensity will die down and you’ll be able to go five minutes without each other.

“Hug.” You say, clambering your way off Tom’s bed and subsequently melting into his grip. He hugs you tighter than ever before, borderline crushing your shoulders and temporarily preventing you from breathing, but hearing the steady thrum of his heartbeat inside his chest is enough, feeling his chest and arm muscles tense and release around you makes you forget what this was all about, it just makes you crave his smell to be all over you, makes you crave his kisses on every inch of your body and not just your cheeks; being this close to him makes you crave the parts of him that you’ve been denied, flaws included.

“I’m gonna leave before something worse starts, catch you downstairs baby.” Sam says, collecting your plates and leaving you chuckling into Tom's chest, still reluctant to let go of him, and he seemed to feel the same. You tilt your head up a little so you’re at the perfect angle to examine every feature of Tom’s face - everything from a tiny part of his face that he missed while shaving, the twinkles of his eyes, his decidedly haywire eyebrows. You lose track of the time that you remain in his grip, but it feels right, with this being quite probably the longest you’ve gone without speaking and your first form of disagreement.

“I love you baby.” He murmurs, squeezing you momentarily tighter before holding you at arm's length. Baby, the nickname that all the Hollands and Harrison insist on calling you, but it ignites a raging fire of longing in your veins whenever Tom says it, especially when it follows those three words.

“You too, T” You reply with a faint hint of sadness tugging at your heart, so you jump up when his back is turned and scruff his hair. “Piggyback please.”

Tom proceeds to give you a purposefully bumpy piggyback down the stairs and out to his garden, where the other three are huddled suspiciously close around a collection of golf clubs. You climb down from Tom’s back and glance up at the winter sunshine, making Tom look borderline ethereal with his smile illuminated by Sol, Norse Goddess of sunlight. He looks perfect, and that's what kills you, you wouldn’t deserve that level of perfection anyway.

You waste the afternoon away by playing back garden golf with a twist, if you miss three shots in a row then you take a shot, it does not end well. The boys swiftly get too competitive and have to drink, leaving you the only sober one between four tipsy lads in their early twenties, and their level of intoxication makes it easier for you to continually beat them.

Early evening comes by, and Harrison seems on edge, making him run upstairs to the attic to answer a phone call, no doubt from his girlfriend. The four of you watch him from the garden - his sighs turn to yells, and his yells soon turn to crying into a pillow.

“Who’s turn is it?” Tom asks, and you raise your hand. You turn to take one last look at the three brothers, all with the same sad smiles and fretful eyes, and you run up all the stairs to the attic where Harrison is now just standing blankly, staring at a wall. Instead of asking or making him talk, you do what Sam did for you, just hug him.

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You wake up in Tom’s arms after a long nap on his sofa post-golf, the other three boys asleep on the sofa beside yours. You smile at the sight, gently nudging Tom awake despite your not wanting to stir him. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps despite his snores. His eyelashes always flutter and his nose twitches while his hair creates all sorts of patterns on the pillows he lies upon.

“Let’s go to the roof, you grab the wine.” you say, watching his perfect brown eyes open and a smile instantly grace his lips upon the sight of you. 

You grab some blankets and make your way to the second floor bathroom window where you leave the window propped open for Tom. Just outside is a patch of flat roof that permits the two of you to sit or lie there, stargazing and getting drunk, you’ve even fallen asleep there once or twice, not to mention the mildly illegal substances that you’ve smuggled in.

Tom arrives minutes after you just as night is properly settling in. The stars twinkle in the sky as far as the eye can see, certain stars shining brighter than others and those are the ones that you and Tom have studied over the past year.

“Nigel’s on fire tonight!” He exclaims, pointing towards a star just south-west of Sirius. You stifle a giggle, looking at Tom who passes you a bottle of nice red wine, a rarity for the two of you. 

“It's Rigel and you know it.” You return, laying your head on his broad shoulders. He lies his head atop yours, placing kisses to your hairline. You involuntarily let out the faintest hum of agreement, turning your focus away from the longing that’s filling every pore of your body and returning it to the stars which you worship so profusely. You take a swig of wine, handing your bottle back to Tom who just places it down and turns to you.

He looks solemn, business like, this is a Tom that you’re not a fan of at all. “What Sam said earlier…” He starts, but you turn away from his gaze to trace the whole Canis Major constellation with your eyes, focusing on Sirius to will yourself away from crying. Just the thought of what Sam said being true makes you simultaneously joyful and sullen, it makes you want to reach for the stars and cry, but most of all, it just makes you sick, and you know it's not the wine talking.

“Don’t say it, Tom.” You begin. “Don’t you dare start to talk to me about that when I’ve been so painfully in love with you since the moment we met, don’t act like you can brush off what he said as a joke, because if you don’t want me then maybe Harry does.” 

You know it’s wrong to be saying all of this, so wrong, but all of a sudden, your mouth stops doing what your brain tells it to, and your heart takes over. 

“God. And for a second there I had hope as well, maybe that's the worst part. Or maybe the worst part is that we haven't been able to spend a second apart, and the only time we did was when you were too embarrassed to follow me after Sam had a slip of the tongue. You can’t blame your brothers, Tom, the same way that I can't blame the alignment of stars and planets for us never being together when it’s my fault for not being enough. But none of that even scrapes the level of longing I have for you when you kiss my cheeks, when you hug me, when we play fight, when we sleep together, when you just do something as simple as calling me baby. I can’t talk about this anymore, so leave or tell me to go, or you can stay here and we really can act like this never happened.”

Unsurprisingly, he chooses the latter, but there’s a certain rigidity and tension in his movements, made worse by the dark cloud looming over the two of you after your unladylike outburst. You want to apologise, go back in time and take it all away, but you surrender in the only way you can, you cry. Just a single tear cascading your cheek before Tom wipes it away and lays his pinky finger just over yours on the roof, pressing down a little to let you know that it's okay and he doesn’t love you any less, at least that’s how you interpret it .

You remain on the roof, unmoving, side by side, staring at the stars for what feels like hours. You finish the wine in silence, barely brushing each other’s fingers with every touch and too full of scepticism and fear to meet each other's eyes despite how much you crave getting lost in Tom’s very own chocolate rivers.

It's getting late now, really late, and no doubt the boys are all awake inside and curious as to where the two of you are hidden, no doubt assuming that you’re up to something forbidden. You dare to turn your neck and look at tom, only to see him staring at you longingly, his lips slightly parted and his cheeks tinted rosy, and that’s not just from the cold night air

You smile in spite of yourself, but it's a shy smile, one full of uncertainty, but nonetheless you take one deep breath, your eyes fluttering shut, and you turn to face him again, only to find his eyes still trained on you.

In a sudden leap of faith, you reach your arm across his body to grasp the side of his stomach and you turn him full bodily facing you. The stars reflect in his eyes, dancing around and twinkling, almost as though they’re cheering you on, so you do it. You tilt your face slightly and lean towards Tom, capturing his lips in the most intense kiss of your life. His hands grip your waist and pull you closer to him, chest to chest so that you can feel the gradual synchronisation of your racing hearts. He only has to nudge your lower lip with his tongue for half a second before he’s granted an enthused access. His tongue sweeps your mouth, dancing with your own in a fight - not of dominance, but of passion. 

Your kiss extends and passes through so many emotions and the pressure and urgency of it changes so often that it's hard to keep track. Lust switches to desperation, then do admiration and candour before returning to a long denied flame of passion, and finally, love. The way his lips massage your own is magical, the way he tastes fills your senses with a satisfaction that gets swiftly replaced with a yearning for more, the way he loves you drives you crazy and relights the longing that you feel in his arms.

His lips slow down and apply less pressure to yours, allowing the two of you to gasp for air however subtly it may be, but only for a second before he kisses you one final time, filled with nothing but a deep and unrequited adoration, until you told him, and it became true.

You stay perfectly still while gathering your bearings and breath, your nose nudging Tom’s and your clammy foreheads pressed together. You daren’t open your eyes for a while, not until his mouth gently ghosts over yours in what can be described as nothing less than an exchange of breath. Now you know what he tastes like, you never want to stop tasting him.

Before you can even open your eyes though, you hear a round of applause and cheers from down below. You look at Tom with terror etched on your every feature until he squeezes your waist a little tighter, and just that gesture screams trust me. So you do. You look down to the garden to find Tom's parents, Sam, Harry, Paddy, and Harrison all applauding the two of you - even Tessa is there, barking and howling at you.

You let another tear escape while a burning blush prickles at your cheeks and ears. You move your hand from Tom's waist to his shirt and pull him closer, one final kiss before you settle your head in his chest.

“You really love me then?” He asks incredulously, though part of you can tell that he’s joking. You nod your head and hear his heartbeat increase in his chest.

“I’m in love with you too, since the day I first laid eyes on you.” he whispers, holding you as close to him as possible. You don’t even need to look around to know that the stars are twinkling in their own form of applause for the two of you, and your instincts tell you that both Harrison and Mrs Holland are both probably crying while the others pretend to be sickened by you, but they’re secretly happy you got together.

“Not just friends?” You ask tiredly. 

“Never just friends. I love you, I promise.” You smile at his words

“I love you, T.”

[canonconspiracy]

The Millennium Rose (Teaser)

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters

Fanfiction By: @rmorningstar21​

Pairing: Yami Yugi/Atem x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minor violence, loneliness (?), nothing gets more violent than the series itself - Rated T.

Posted on AO3 (rmorningstar21) as The Millenium Rose; Posted on Wattpad (rmorningstar21) as The Cursed Millennium Rose, and The Struggling Millennium Rose - Third book for Wattpad coming soon as “The Rejuvenated Millennium Rose”. 

AN: Okay, so I will be the first to admit that my The Millennium Rose series is an older series of mine - one of the first chapter stories I truly got invested in.  It’s been on hiatus for quite some time, but that hiatus will be coming to an end soon. For those of you who haven’t stumbled upon this on either platform, I wanted to share a little teaser (first chapter) of my series.  This follows from Season 1 onwards..  Reader and Atem are married before Pharaoh Atem is sealed in the Millennium Puzzle. I was going to end this one after the Battle City Finals, but due to popular request, posting will begin after my current commission chapter story is up.  I typically age up, but was started prior to doing so.  Due to the rating, I haven’t changed that.  Wanted to keep it accessible for all readers.

A chill crawled up your spine, stinging with each centimeter it moved, grasping your hands tightly to your arms to attempt to shield yourself.  Though you were not sure exactly what you were shielding yourself from, albeit the pain or the darkness that was engulfing your body. As you felt the darkness falling hard upon you, like a weighted blanket that you could not hold, a faint light laid on the floor, illuminating each twisting maze as you stepped.  Each time you walked further through the maze, you could feel the pain increasing, beginning to make your steps more and more tedious. You attempted to call out, to call for his name in the dark, with no avail. Your mouth opened, but as the air escaped your lungs, your voice did not ring. It was almost like choking - the pain that strode into your lungs from your throat - but you could not utter a single word.

Hours passed as you circled the maze, walking in each and every stone cold direction, the pain of the chills slowly seething your skin.  Your surroundings were blackness, and yet you seemed to walk in a labyrinth, swearing that you had turned this way prior, been in each and every spot before, again and again.  Inaudible cries of pain burned in your throat as you continued to walk on, your legs growing tired, lungs constricting. Hopelessness swelled in your chest as you continued on and on, silent tears beginning to fall from your tired eyes.  

Your tired, crying eyes met a figure, merely ten feet away from where you were walking in what seemed like a room.   For a moment you froze, studying the figure, but as you were met with lilac orbs, you took your exhausted legs and ran towards the figure.  The small glimmer of hope taunted you, showing you the man that kept your legs going on your weighted journey, lonesome darkness entangling down to your very soul.  Hope swelled in your chest as you ran, but as you did the room began to get further away, his lilac orbs seeming to grow smaller and smaller away from your vision. Still your feet patted forward until there was no ground beneath you.

As the ground had disappeared, you had begun your journey downward.  Hastily the gravity took your body, plummeting into a deep abyss. Tears once again rained from your eyes.  Your heart dropped as you did, and you tried so hard to scream, feeling it scratching at your throat, constricting it.

He was gone, and you had failed to reach him.

***

You awoke with soaked cheeks and labored breaths, before glancing around and realizing that you were not in that labyrinth any longer.  Another nightmare, you thought to yourself, though every day you lived the nightmares that you slept with.  I miss him.   Ironically, your nightmares had held your memory intact over time, reminding you of the reason you kept on fighting day in and day out in this monotonous world.  Though you would never be able to forget his handsome face, his lilac orbs burned into your skull. As your y/e/c eyes scanned the room, it was simply a relatively plain room surrounding you, little trinkets upon your dresser in the form of plush monsters, and your deck sitting comfortably next to a kuriboh plush that you had grown to adore.  Attempting to steady your breath, you wiped your face free of the salty sadness and glanced at the time flashing upon your alarm clock, your eyes still holding a light redness from when you had been crying in your sleep. Springing to your feet, you nearly fell over, steadying yourself on the side of your bed before further action. Your head was woozy with the newfound movement, the room slowly coming back to you as your dizzy spell passed you.

Making your way to your small, gray walled bathroom, you threw your prior clothes aside and hopped into a quick shower.  Hastily you scrubbed yourself with your f/s body gel, not getting enough time to even enjoy the kisses of the warm water that drenched over your frigid body.  In less than five minutes time, you were already dressed, hair dried, and grabbing at your black messenger bag that laid next to the door. You tucked your deck safely into your bag before gentle fingers reached to touch lightly upon your golden wristband.  For a moment, you allow your eyes to close, thinking of your wristband. It held the symbol to keep your life intact as well as cursed, leaving you to deal with the merits and disappointments of this life. Then as your eyes were still closed, those lilac eyes showed in your mind, reminding you of the reason you keep on with this silly charade, hoping that one day everything will change.

Practically jogging out the door, you made your way to your new life once again.  Domino High School, as you read upon the sign, looked bustling and boring from the eyes of a woman who had attended countless high school’s over time.  The crowds had shown that it was definitely a more lively school than the last you had attended, though not as lively as the one you had attended prior.  Maybe if you did not forever look 16, you would not have to attend so many boring lectures in your life, but you had attended plenty in your time, across the globe.  Each curriculum merely had minor changes to it, if any, and you had to purposely get things wrong from time to time to not seem out of the ordinary. The world changed and grew around you, while you stayed the same, the same h/c h/l, and young y/e/c orbs.  The only thing that had changed over time was your skin, which had lightened from your Egyptian tan to a pale ivory, just as everyone else looked around you. It was just another boring day in monotony for you, but there was a presence around that had kept you on your toes as you entered your newfound high school.  You could feel something was different in the world now, which had rose excitement and fear in your young body.

***

You were coming out of your geometry class, holding your books tightly to your chest and walking quickly to your locker before lunch, your eyes at your feet as you walked.  As you did so, you were lost in thought, and before you knew it, you whacked directly into something solitary, causing you to stumble backwards, staring up in a moment of terror.  What you had found was that you ended up slamming directly into another student, and blush began rising in your cheeks from the embarrassment. It was needless to say that the boy looked unpleasant with his round face that seemed to hold a permanent scowl.  The boy looked as if he were maybe 17, largely boned, while you had a very tiny frame, yet he glared angrily at you as if you had pushed him off of a cliff. On the other hand, you were the one with the books scattered all over the ground, and the impact had caused your tailbone to whack the floor, causing a sharp, yet temporary pain.

“I’m so sorry!” you said frantically, grabbing your books quickly and pulling yourself to your feet.  You bowed slightly in respect and began to rush off before you felt a pull at the back of your uniform.  Seconds later, you were pinned against the wall, staring up at the unpleasant boy you had angered, his face looking even more unpleasant than previously.  It was as if the anger building in him was surfacing due to what you would assume was a slight inconvenience.

“Don’t think just because you’re new you can get away with that,” he growled, pressing harder against your shoulder.  

Just my luck that I run into the school bully on my first day here, you thought to yourself, your heart pounding in your chest.  This was not particularly an uncommon occurrence for you, seeing as you had attended plenty of high schools over the last couple thousand years, but nevertheless, you were still a relatively scrawny girl with a 16 year old body.  Old souls still did not have super strength, after all. Though you could likely send him to the shadow realm, doing something so rash on your first day would have been a mistake that you would have to live with for the rest of the time you could attend school there, and you shied away from that idea.  “I didn’t mean to harm you,” you said cowering back, pain beginning to build in the shoulder he was pressing on. “I-I it’ll never happen again.” You attempted your best fake smile, and yet it dropped almost immediately as the rage fueled his face, watching it scrunch even more.

The boy drew his free hand back, and was about to send it directly into your face.  You could see the build up, and your eyes squeezed shut tightly. After a few moments without impact, you opened your eyes back up to see the boy being held back by another student.  “You shouldn’t hit a lady,” the slender boy said with the relatively pointed hair, all coming up at the top. As you finally were fully registering what was going on, you saw that the boy was holding the bully’s fist, twisting it slightly.  “And if you don’t let go of her, we are going to have problems, buddy.”  

The school bully that was about to attack you cowardly ran away, letting go of your shoulder, and letting your body slump to the floor.  You could hear a few people talking to the boy that had just saved you, but you were too busy trying to control your breathing, and attempting to ignore the pain that seared through your shoulder.  After a few moments, you noticed a hand outstretched to you, paired with a gentle smile on the boy’s face whom had just saved you. With your good arm you had taken it, letting him bring you to your feet.  

“Uh, thank you, so very much,” you said bowing slightly, a formal gesture that you had not broken over so many years.  You smiled softly at the boy, holding your books tightly to you, despite the pain that you felt still radiating through your shoulder.  There was no doubt that the bully had at least left a bruise upon your shoulder from the pressure he was using, and though he was a coward to the boy that had saved you, he likely would have slammed a fist directly into your face.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” the boy said with a genuine smile.  

You had nodded at his words, meekly saying, “I just moved here.”  In actuality, of course you had just moved there, but you knew that every school was basically the same.  Each school that you had run into, you had your share of those issues. Sometimes there were kind strangers willing to help, occasionally you had friends that had your back, and then sometimes you would have to deal with a swift fist hitting you somewhere.  Bullies were a common occurrence for high schools, and that was one of the few things that made you regret not aging.

“I’m Tristan, and these are my friends.”  He gestured back to the group you assumed you were hearing while you were still on the floor.  

“I’m Tea,” a girl with short brunette hair said with a kind smile.

A boy with a Brooklyn accent and blonde hair said next, “I’m Joey.”

And the last boy could have given you a heart attack standing right there.  He said, “I’m Yugi,” but as you noticed the spiked multi color hair on his head, the first thing you thought of was him.  Your heart skipped a beat, though the boy was definitely smaller than the one that you longed so desperately for. The differences were subtle, and yet you could see each one.  His stature, for one, and for two, the shaping of his eyes was much more child-like than him, though they held the same lilac color. Yugi had a shy, yet kind smile upon his face, and continued with, “Would you like to come with us to lunch?”

For a moment, you bit your lip, unsure of what to say.  As you weighed your options, you studied the group, though your eyes were mainly set upon the boy who called himself Yugi.  He was so much like him, and yet not. If he was a reincarnation of him, would that be even possible? As your y/e/c orbs raked over the peculiar group, you noticed something odd hanging from the short boy’s neck.  Just as your item held your wrist was Egyptian, you could clearly see that what he had was an artifact, a very familiar one for that matter. Thinking, you glanced to your wrist, and back to it, and it dawned upon you, making you nod quickly.  “I-I would love to, thank you,” you said rushed, realizing that you had been standing there in awe and silence. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

As you walked with the group, you couldn’t help but keep looking over at the Millennium Puzzle adorning the young boy’s neck.  Maybe, you wondered to yourself, but attempted to shake the thought of as you stood in line with the group and got lunch with them all.  Even if it was, would he remember me?  

When the group had gotten their lunches, you sat beside Tea and Yugi while Tristan and Joey sat across from you three.  Through your peripheral vision, you would occasionally catch small glances of Yugi, particularly of the millennium item adorning his neck.  Excitement was rising in your chest, even paired with a small bit of hope that you could be right. If the prophecy was truly real, then you would be right.  What ifs ran through your mind as you thought more and more about it, though you attempted to keep regular conversation going on with the group when necessary.  They seemed like kind people, and even if somehow you were wrong, you picked the right group to hang out with for this attended school.

[pagingevilspawn]

Photographs

okay, so thanks to @doc-pickles and @iamtrebleclefstories i’ve been obsessed with with soulmate fanfics in this fandom and the stranger things fandom, so all idea credit goes to those two! 

its also been posted on my wattpad as part of my one shots book- to build a home. i’m not very good with links haha. 

A soulmate AU where on your 16th birthday, you receive three photos of your soulmate

____

His sixteenth birthday was honestly not something he was looking forward to. He knew his mom wouldn't be stable enough to cook him a cake like she had when he was younger, before her condition worsened to the point where nearly all her days were bad ones, unlike how it had been the previous year. He knew she wouldn't cup his face in her hands and softly speak, "Alex, my sweetest boy. My truest love." as she stroked his cheeks ever so tenderly. His dad wasn't around anymore, which he knew was a positive thing, well, he supposed it was.

But it was still the first birthday without his dad in it, and that thought made him sad. Not a lot, but a little. Just because all of his birthdays for the past nine years had been his dad telling him that he was a waste of space and a 'fucking idiot' didn't mean he didn't miss him in the smallest way shape or form. He was still his dad after all. The guy who brought him to the fair when he was younger. The guy who briefly taught him how to play guitar. And on the rare occasion when he was sober for about a week or so, would bring Alex out to fix up a pick up truck his dad planned to give him on his sixteenth birthday, but ultimately started using not long before his fifteenth.

He knew Aaron and Amber would maybe do something, but he knew there wasn't much they could do. They were only four and ten. They shouldn't do anything for their brother because he was feeling crappy about a day that didn't even mean that much to him.

Ugh. Birthdays. He thought they were really stupid. Why make a big deal out of the day you were born? Especially if nobody really seemed to care much about your existence.

That's why when he awoke on his sixteenth birthday he was surprised. He'd completely forgotten about what happened on the day everyone had told him about since, well... since he could remember. Some of the things people said to him when he was still was a small boy were nice and comforting, something that made him look forward to this special day, like "Oh, what a lucky women that boy's soulmate will be," was something he got often when he was younger, before his mom's schizophrenia and before his dad's substance abuse. He used to be a really sweet kid. He gave his lollipops to others who looked like they wanted it more, he shared his toys with people in the park. He talked and interacted with everyone from a young age. He was a cute kid too, he remembered. That's what people always said. They would pinch his chubby cheeks and ruffle his dark brown hair, which would lead to Alex giving them his signature crooked smile, which warmed the hearts of many. "What a sweet soulmate he will be.", "The special girl won't know what hit her!" , "He will treat her like a queen i'm sure." thats what daycare teachers and random moms at the park used to say to his parents, complimenting him on how well little Alex treated their daughters. While most boys his age we certain that girls had cooties, Alex just simply talked to him and played with them like they were just a normal person. Not to mention, what a little charmer he was. He was a flirt from the moment he was born. He told some girls he thought they were 'weally pwetty' and said he liked the bows in their hair or the outfit they were wearing. He had mad game. Even from the young age of four he had somehow even managed to completely charm his preschool teacher Ms. Ryan, who he thought was the most beautiful women to ever walk the face of the earth at the time (other than his mom). Ms. Ryan definitely favored Alex, always giving him extra treats at snack, or letting him out first to go to recess. Turns out, being thirty three and a four year old boy telling you on an almost daily basis that 'your dwess is supa pwetty Ms. Ryan' or 'i wike your hair vwery much' was a major confidence booster.

It all changed when he was five though, when his mom's condition was getting worse and his dad started using more and more and more. The situation just decreased as the years went on. Out were the compliments and looks of adoration and in rolled the dirty glares and not-so secret whispers. "What a poor girl to have him as her soulmate.", "I would hate for my daughter to be tied to him forever.", "Let's just hope his soulmate can put up with him." were the ones he heard instead. It used to hurt, but now he didn't mind. He didn't have any friends, any girlfriends, just some mere acquaintances. All he could really say he had were about half of the school's females tucked under his belt. Something he didn't actually care about. Sex was a defense mechanism. Sex made him feel wanted. If some girl was throwing herself at him, he took the opportunity. He felt like he was wanted, even if it was just for twenty minutes in some random parking lot.

He didn't really care for birthdays.

So, imagine his surprise when he woke up that morning to find an orange envelope on his dresser table. It was then he remembered. He remembered that the day of your sixteenth birthday you found out who your soulmate was.

He grabbed the folder so quickly it was like a flash of light. This envelope gave him hope. Hope that one day, someone would care about him. Because, that was the point of soulmates, right? A soulmate was someone who was made for you. Someone who would be okay with all the crap life had thrown at him. Some who would love you. Because, his soulmate would right? Right. She had to. He needed somebody. He really, really needed somebody. And his soulmate was his somebody. Hopefully.

With that thought he takes a deep breath and nearly rips the envelope open. He pulls out the three photos in it delicately, not wanting to even risk a crease or fold forming on the photos. He flips them over one by one.

The three photos.

Wow.

The three photos he'd been hearing about since he was a little boy.

The first one, as he had learned, is what your soulmate looked like on the day of their sixteen birthday, whether it be in the future or the past.

He feels stupid, really stupid. He was smiling like a god damn idiot.

She was hot, his soulmate. Really hot.

Her long brown hair was in gentle curls, natural he could tell. He knew what real curls were versus curling iron ones. She had bright golden eyes. He swore, they were like actual gold. They had specks of green, yellow, and honey. A little beauty mark sat by her right lip. And those lips? They were plump, full, and a bright pink. In the photo she was smiling. He really liked her smile. It was joyous, it made him feel happy, in a way he'd never felt before. He assumed she was laughing, based on the fact that her head was slightly tilted back. From what he could tell, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a flannel. He liked that about her, the fact that she wasn't wearing whatever uncomfortable shit he'd seen some girls at his school wear. She looked like she was dressed how she wanted to and wasn't gonna let society or school cliques tell her otherwise.

He let out a small sigh as he placed down the photo delicately, as if he dropped it any harsher it would break like glass. He picks up the second photo, another smile gracing his lips as he studies it.

The second photo was always of your soulmate the day you met. Well, more specifically, the first time you meet. In his, the girl looked even more beautiful. Except now, she wasn't a girl, she was a woman, and that was obvious. Her face was a bit fuller, and instead of having her hair down this time, two strands of her dark locks were framing her face. He could tell she was in the middle of saying something, but her face wasn't frozen in some awkward position. It looked natural, like a well shot candid.

Alex placed down the second photo just as delicately as the first, setting them side by side. The third and final photo he wasn't quite ready for.

The last photo was a picture of them at their worst. When they had hit absolute rock bottom, before thirty though. Again with the age. Alex didn't get it. Why should they put an age limit on knowing your soulmate? Wasn't there a saying in wedding vows, "for better or worse"? and that was for married people for god's sake. So, why shouldn't he be able to see his soulmate at her worst? It made sense right?

Alex flipped over the photograph hesitantly, his breath getting caught in his throat.

He slams the photo down on the bed as quickly as he could, not being able to look at it any longer.

He understood now.

His soulmate was beaten and bruised, almost all her marks, scars, and bruises visible due to the nightgown she wore. In the photo she was crying, silent tears, he could tell.

He understood now, why they only let you see towards a certain age. Because what if it was worse? What if something worse had happened while his soulmate was older?

A horrible thought came to his mind, shaking it off immediately.

No, he did not do that.

He knew he didn't. He wouldn't. He'd seen his dad beat his mom again and again. He would never be like his dad. He swore on it.

But still, that lingering thought in his mind.

No.

Instead of thinking further, he picked up the first photo of her, the one wheres she is sixteen too. He studies it, knowing that by tomorrow the photo would be gone. Just like the others. That was how it worked anyways. The photos only lasted a day. The next morning, the pictures would be gone. All he knew about her would be her face, which he was going to imprint into his memory as best as he could. The universe seemed to enjoy playing games with people, so again after the one day, your memory of the photo was foggy. Very foggy. It wasn't until you actually met your soulmate when you would remember the photos you saw when you were sixteen. So, her studied her. Even laugh line, every beauty mark, every freckle (she had them sprinkled in every so lightly on her nose). He would remember it all, he told himself that. So that way when he saw her, he would know. But of course, forgetting was inevitable.

He smiles at the photo, biting his lip in a failed attempt to stop his smile from growing. It all seemed surreal to him. A soulmate. He had one? He, Alexander Michael Karev, a boy who had to grow up much younger than most, had a soulmate? Someone who would be okay with his crap?

The man was far from a romantic. He gagged at chick flicks and still felt uncomfortable when he saw any form of PDA, whether it be him or anyone else, but he swore, he thinks this girl would make him okay with everything. For this girl, he could see himself do anything. He would jump in front of a bear for her. No doubt. It didn't matter that he had never even met her. He just knew.

He shrugs the sappy thoughts away, scoffing at himself, in an attempt to not lose his 'tough guy behavior'.

Get a hold of yourself Karev. She's just a girl.

But even those thoughts couldn't erase the smile from his face.

____

On the night before her sixteenth birthday, she was anxious. Really anxious. And scared. She could barely sleep that night, tossing and turning without being able to stop in the backseat of her car. But she knew the envelope wouldn't come unless she slept, since it only showed up after you fell asleep. So, she squeezed her eyes as tight as she could like a little girl wishing to see fairies and let the exhaustion of the days events take over her.

As she awoke the next morning, she temporarily forgot everything. For her, it was jut another day, trying to pry her exhausted eyes open, her mind having a battle with her body. She makes tiny noises as she drifts towards consciousness, her brain foggy with jumbled words and half made thoughts.

When she does manage to open her eyes, she sees an orange envelope tucked into the car's window from the inside. She doesn't think much of it at first, her brain still not on the cognitive thinking side of things, until she wakes up a bit more, remembering the day it was.

She sits up with a start, grabbing the envelope and opening it carefully, but still so quickly that the photos were tumbling out.

She picks up the first from the deck. A photo of her soulmate on his sixteenth birthday. And damn, she was a lucky woman.

He had a sharp jawline, no scratch that, a really freakin sharp jawline. Like you could run your finger across and you would end up with a cut. His messy-yet-styled hair was a dark brown. He had a broad build, biceps pulsing out form the white t-shirt he wore, and a really freakin sexy half smirk. His eyes were a dark brown like his hair, but his eyes, they held something familiar. They held, loneliness. Longing. Exhaustion. That was a big one. At first glance, you couldn't tell, but she could see, behind the eyes of dark brown and bits of green, he was exhausted. Exhausted of what? She didn't know. But she could tell, since she was sure she had the same in her orbs too.  Loneliness. She felt that one too. But him? Lonely? He didn't look like the lonely type. He looked like the guys she saw at her school, the ones were girls falling at their feet and at least five different men to meet him every morning by the lockers to do a 'bro hug'. But she knew to not make assumptions. Longing. What was he longing for? A better life? Better parents? Better friends, better grades? She had no idea, but the look was clear in his eyes. But there was one more thing that shone in his seas of brown. Hope. The day of the photo was of the day of his sixteenth birthday. Could the glimmer of hope be for her? Could she be the cause of someone to believe. Probably not, but still, it never hurt to dream.

The second photo was of him the day they meet. And once again, she was a lucky lady. She couldn't quite see what he was wearing, but it looked to be some type of flimsy dark blue materiel. He had a half snarl on his face, but it didn't really look awkward, like she assumed it would on others. It looked natural, like he'd done it so many times before, it just came with ease.

He had the slightest bit of a stubble on his face, looking like he'd just shaved that morning or the night before, a bit more hair visible in the mustache area. His hair was a bit shorter than the previous photo, but not by much. It was better styled, but still looked like he had run his hands through it too many times to count. She sets the photo down next the the other one, taking a deep breath before flipping over the third and final photograph.

She intakes a sharp breath upon seeing the picture, tears pooling in her eyes at the sight in her hand. It was her soumate, lyig in a pool of his own blood, the red liquid coming from his chest.

He was shot.

In the chest, she assumed. That's where the most of the blood was at. She bites her bottom lip, trying to keep it from trembling. He was what seemed to be a metal box. An elevator? That seemed most likely. His blood stained clothes were previously a light blue, his hair shorter than the previous two photos.

The clothing, it liked familiar. Where had she seen them before? She racks her brain, trying to identify what her soulmate was wearing, purposefully ignoring the large sum of red surrounding the man.

A small smile graces her lips. Scrubs. She'd seen them on a few people when she went into town. So that meant he was doctor. Right? Or a nurse, but he didn't really look like he would be a nurse. And his scrubs were a different color than the ones in the precios picture. She assumed the clothing were scrubs in the second photo as well.

She swallowed thickly. It hurt. She felt the pain. The pain of her soulmate getting shot. It hurt like hell, and she wasn't even experiencing it first hand. But it still hurt. It felt like someone was grabbing her heart and squeezing it. It wasn't the same type of pain, but it was still pain nonetheless.

With that she sets the photo down. The fear starts to kick in then.

How would he soulmate feel about her past? He looked normal. Despite the loneliness and longing in his eyes, her looked normal.

What if she screwed it up? What if he couldn't deal with her crazy? She was Brooke. Hobo, car living, foster home, no parents Brooke.

She shoved the thoughts aside. He was her soulmate. The handsome stranger with the dark eyes that were somehow calming was her soulmate. Who knows, maybe he was just as screwed up as her.

____

Alex Karev had always been impatient. Ever since he was a little boy really.

So imagine how impatient he was when he was twenty nine years old and had still yet to meet his soulmate.

Her loved Izzie, and she had lost Denny, her soulmate. They made each other happy. They loved each other, she was probably going to die. He loved her, so they got married. He got married to someone who wasn't his soulmate. He had given up at that point. I mean, come on. Twenty nine years he'd been on this planet and he still had yet to meet his soulmate. God, he really wished he could just remember her face. He couldn't remember a single thing. Everything else from the day was clear, but the photos that held his soulmates face were a complete blur, nearly nonexistent. All he could remember were his feelings. He remembers thinking she was really hot. And he remembers feeling really happy. Too happy. He pushed the feelings aside. He loved Izzie.

And it hurt like hell when she left. They had their arguments, sure. But he loved her. He waited to kiss her because he wanted it to be special. He gave her a cupcake on her birthday because he wanted her to know she was loved. He wanted to let her know that she wasn't just another notch under his belt. He was a jerk, he knew that. He could be grumpy and he pushed people away. He guessed he pushed Izzie away.

He didn't know if he was ever going to meet his soulmate. He tried dating by and only had a list of failed relationships. And then the plane crash happened. He should've been on that plane, but Robbins boarded it instead. Maybe he would've been the one to lose a leg. Then Robbins would still be happy and making Alex gag at how in love her and Callie were. They were soulmates. It seemed like everyone had already gout their soulmate. Meredith had Derek. Callie had Arizona. Owen had Cristina, even though they had more than many disagreements. Bailey had Ben. Everybody had somebody.

Except him.

And that freakin sucked. So, he slept with the interns. Lots of them. Stacy, Tina, Irene, Brooks, Murphy. He'd pretty much given up on meeting his soulmate. At thirty-two he had still yet to meet the girl from the photographs.

So, sleeping with the interns and having non serious , inappropriate relationships with them it is.

____

She had always been impatient. When she was six she once punched a boy because one; he was being a complete ass, and two; he was taking too long to give her the crayon. he deserves it. he was making fun of her and purposefully trying to flatten the green crayon just to annoy her. he deserved the punch.

So when she met a man who treated her like a queen, who didn't beat her down for not having parents and living in her car she felt amazing. He called her beautiful and showered her with gifts and expensive foods. she didn't really care about that though, she enjoyed when he would delicately hold her like she was a porcelain doll. When he would greet her with a deep kiss after he came home from work.

She loved him so much that she agreed to marry him after only being together for eleven months. She knew Paul wasn't her soulmate, but a man who treated her so nicely, a man who was ever do handsome, wanted her? Who treated her with such love and tenderness, so what if he wasn't her soulmate. She was twenty three years old and hadn't met him yet. And if this amazing guy wanted her and loved her as much as she loved him, than it was okay, not being with her soulmate.

She held onto that love. She held onto that love for three years. Three years of beatings, begging that the man who showed her so much love and kindness would come back and stay.

Because Paul wasn't always bad. Some days he would come home and give her that breathtaking kiss as he walked through the door. Some days he still held her like she was a little porcelain doll.

Some days he did still show her that love like he used to that first year. But those days were few and far between.

She wished she had just waited. Gotten over her impatience for something real and waited. Maybe then everything would be okay.

Maybe one day she'll meet him.

....

She was no longer Brooke. No more with Brooke Stadler or the various names she took from all the different foster homes.

Now she was Jo. Josephine. Josephine Alice Wilson. It's who she felt like.

Jo. It was a bit old-timey, sure. But she liked it, the fact that she could probably confuse people who had only seen her name and think she was a boy. She didn't want to be a man, but maybe people would be surprised to see that all this well done work was actually done by a woman.

Jo was strong. Jo was powerful. Jo was the person she had always wanted to be.

She left behind Brooke. Brooke was... she was someone else. Brooke was a survivor. But Brooke was scared. Scared of everything. But Jo?

Jo knew Paul could find her. It would be hard, very hard. And he probably wouldn't, but now she wasn't scared. Brooke would've been scared. Brooke wouldn't been scared shitless. But Jo? No, Jo was far from scared. She was excited. She was eager. Because she had a new start. She got to be whoever the hell she wanted. She could go out and drink with her friends. She could go out and drink until she probably couldn't walk. She could do whatever the hell she wanted. She could wear whatever the hell she wanted. She could talk however the hell she wanted.

Because she was Jo.

But Jo did still want the one thing Brooke wanted. To find her soulmate. Sure, by now she knew that he probably didn't exist and the whole ordeal was just plain poppycock, but she wanted to find him. She really, truly, desperately wanted to find him.

She was twenty-seven years old and had a nonexistent love life. a few random hook ups from a bar were not included.

Maybe here. Maybe in Seattle she would meet her soulmate.

____

She was on Peds today, with Alex Karev. She hadn't  ever met the man before, but she had heard more about him than she cared to. Mainly from Leah Murphy with the occasional input from Heather Brooks. From what she gathered, the easiest way to label him was a man whore. So she wasn't really the most excited to be on his service for the week.

She'd been in Seattle for a month now, starting her internship as Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital. She was in love. Sure, doing scut all day and running labs wasn't much, but when she gets to observe from inside the OR? She felt like she won the freakin lottery.

The girl grabbed a trauma gown form behind her attending. "Do you mind" he snarls not even meeting her gaze as he turns around and heads to the ambulance bay.

She says she was sorry, but she doesn't think he hears her.

"Why are you following me?" she doesn't know why, but for some reason his voice gives her butterflies. She hadn't gotten a look at his face yet, but she assumed it was turned into a grimace.

"I'm your intern for the day." her voice sends tingles through him, shooting down his spine. He hadn't seen her yet, but her voice was strangely comforting.

"Hello intern you got a-" he starts, stopping as soon as he looks at her.

He feels breath get caught in his throat. no, surely he was imagining things. Right?

She feels like she can't breathe. That face. It was the same one as the one she saw on her sixteenth birthday. She remembers him. His sharp jawline and tiny bit of stubble.

And those eyes. she remember those eyes.

They held the same things as before. Loneliness, longing, exhaustion. But now, the tiny glimmer of hope she once saw was bright, not like the barely there she saw once before.

He felt everything in that moment. She was just like he remembered. Her long brown hair was swept up into a low updo, two dark strands framing her face. She had that little beauty mark by lip. And her eyes, they were truly everything. They showed him what she was feeling, surprise, disbelief, a bit of fear, hope. he knew his eyes were telling her the same thing.

They're not sure how long they're standing there in the middle of the ambulance bay, oblivious to the two other people next to them.

She wasn't sure how long it was until he broke the silence, a large crooked smile making its way onto his lips.

"Hi."

he whispers so delicately, like if he were to speak any louder the world around then would shatter.

She feels he smile widen, but now grinning from ear to ear.

"Hi."

[gummyvitamin]

𝑸𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 + 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝑽 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝑿𝒊𝒂𝒐𝒋𝒖𝒏

♡ 𝒌𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈

college classmate!xiaojun x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff; college au; friends to lovers

words: 984

*disclaimer: this post is not at all meant to undermine the severity of the pandemic; this is meant to help cheer up those who are bored or in low spirits because of quarantine. it is so so important to be mindful and do what we can to stop the spread. stay safe, please please wash your hands frequently, and help protect others by avoiding public spaces, wearing a mask and maintaining social distancing :)

so u had been super nervous during ur first semester of college 

but after u met xiaojun in ur 8am psych class, things instantly became better

he had quickly become ur closest friend

because hes such a caring soul

like oh ur having a meltdown because u bombed ur midterm?

boom he’s there in ur apartment with some words of encouragement and a shoulder to cry on

or ur “friends” decided to go out for kbbq without u?

well u and him are about to go on the biggest snack raid at ur local grocery store and then watch shitty romcoms all night in his apartment 😤

honestly it didn’t matter if u two had extravagant plans for the day or if u just ended up lying on the floor of his living room talking about the stars and the universe

being with him always made u feel better like he’s just so kind and softhearted and dammit u might be in love with him

so when ur school shut down for the rest of the semester and ur activities together had been abruptly cut short u honestly started to crash

and xiaojun picked up on this immediately bc even if u don’t tell him how ur feeling he Knows when ur not feeling great

so now he’s trying to think of a way to get u out of the house and feeling better 

and oh my god what better way to do that than with a nice little picnic!! :))

and so he’s hard at work making little snacks and picking out the softest blankets from his closet

he even went out and grabbed some extra little things u two could do together

and after he’s got everything put together he sends u a text that’s like “meet me by the lake by campus tomorrow at 11 :))”

and when u pull up to the lake the next morning and ur just like “!!! omg 🥺🥺🥺”

bc there by the lake is xiaojun along two fluffy blankets and various containers of snacks

and ur just so shocked bc wow he’s such a good guy:’)

so u take a seat on the blanket across from him and ur thanking him over and over for doing all this

and xiaojun tells u that he just really missed hanging out with u like this so he wanted to plan something nice w u!!

and yea he may be sitting 6 feet away from u but he’s smiling at u so cutely and his eyes r literally sparkling

and ur just basking in the good energy he’s sending ur way

and just when u think he’s pulled out all the stops my guy whips out a whole bunch of colorful paints

bc he knows u like to make art when ur stressed and he thought u guys could paint together 👉👈🥺

and so now u two are talking about ur lives in quarantine and painting little portraits of each other

and yea xiaojuns painting is a bit ~abstract~ bc he can’t draw for shit but that’s okay he’s just happy that ur happy and having a good time :’)

and u really were sososo happy to be outside enjoying the cool breeze and sounds of the lake water gently flowing beside u

but most importantly, u were just glad to be spending time with xiaojun again:’)

eventually the conversation dies down and ur both just lying down and staring up at the sky

and ur too busy making shapes out of the clouds floating by to notice that xiaojun is literally /sweating/ beside u

bc he had one more thing up his sleeve for this little outing,,he was gonna confess to u !!!

bc honestly he’s been head over heels for u for so long but he’s been sO nervous to tell u like what if u say no and then u start to hate him or something :((

but today he’s just saying fuck it bc it’s been on his mind for literally forever

plus there’s something a little less intimidating about having u sit 6 feet away for this exchange lol

and so xiaojun Finally sits up and calls out ur name

and ur like ??? and he just tells u to “catch” and tosses a small pink box into ur hands

u open the box and inside is this dainty little necklace with a small rose pendant hanging from the chain

and u look back up at xiaojun like “?!?” and lowkey his heart is about to fly out of his chest from beating so hard

and he’s kinda stumbling over his words but he eventually manages to collect his thoughts

and he’s like “y/n,,,,I hope you’re not weirded out by this but I’ve had feelings for you for such a long time now a-and like,,,I really just wanted to ask you out because I really really love being by your side”

and ur now just staring at him totally speechless and he’s thinking shit I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up

and u notice that he’s kinda starting to deflate and ur like “nononono im just so shocked because I never thought I would actually have a chance with you and I can’t believe the guy I like actually likes me back 😳”

and oH boY is xiaojun happy to hear this

like he’s smiling and blushing and he can’t even look u in the eye but he’s sososo relieved

and ur thinking like holy shit a cute boy just threw me a picnic and painted with me and then asked me out what kind of wattpad fic am I living in rn

eventually u both begin to talk excitedly about where u two are gonna go on ur first real date once quarantine is over

and then u spend the rest of the afternoon laying on ur back drifting off to sleep while xiaojun hums quietly by ur side :’)

[thatonechicken]

Soooooooooo I did a thing

I’ve been wanting to post some of my writing on here for awhile, but it’s been kind of difficult because majority of my writing has been and always will be on my Wattpad account.

So, here I am, with a Christmas Sanders Sides one shot! Yes, I’m aware that Thanksgiving was two days ago. I just had the idea, so I ran with it.

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Word count: 2001

Ships: Romantic Royality, platonic/family Moxiety, and platonic/family Prinxiety 

This is an angsty one shot, with some fluff here and there, and a fluffy ending.

Human AU.

Warnings: Profanity, crying, unsympathetic Virgil (he’s better at the end, I promise), Virgil is Patton’s son. If I missed anything, I am so sorry, please let me know.

Finally, I’m posting this partially to celebrate the fact that I am now accepting one shot requests! Send me a request, and I’ll see what I can do!

Merry Christmas

"Merry Christmas, fairest of them all!" Roman greeted as soon as Patton opened the door, leaning in and kissing his boyfriend’s lips.

“Merry Christmas!” Patton giggled in return, gesturing for him to come inside. One of the things Roman particularly enjoyed about Florida was that it never got terrifyingly cold outside, like it did in some other places.

He sniffed the air, noticing how it smelled deliciously like tomato sauce. “What’s cooking? It smells awfully good in…” Roman’s voice trailed off when he noticed a purple and black blur hurrying out of sight. Seconds later, he could hear a door closing at the end of the hallway.

“Hey.” Patton wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “Why don’t you help me in the kitchen? The lasagna’s already in the oven, but I need someone to wash and peel the carrots for the salad.” 

“R-right.” Roman shook his head, focusing on the man holding him close. “Let’s go.” Despite how hard he tried to keep himself busy in the kitchen with the numerous tasks Patton gave him, his thoughts always roamed back to the teenager shut away in his room down the hall.

It was Patton’s son, Virgil Sanders. He was only fourteen years old, and already about the biggest pain in his ass that Roman had ever met. He had been dating Patton for roughly four years now, and Virgil insisted on fighting him every step of the way.

When they were first introduced, he welcomed Roman with a cold glare. Patton reassured him that “he’s always like this with new people,” and “he’ll come around, don’t worry,” but Roman wasn’t so sure. He was right, in fact, because Virgil only seemed to dislike him more from there.

The worst part? Roman never really understood why the kid hated him so much. He tried his hardest to get along with the emo, maybe just be friends, but the teen wouldn’t have any of it.

Now, standing in the kitchen and watching Patton half-mindedly, he couldn't help but fidget with the small box in his pocket. Gazing affectionately at the man before him, Roman repeated the name for what must’ve been the thousandth time. Patton Sanders-Princeton.

He loved the way the name sounded, almost as much as he loved thinking of Patton as his fiancé, or husband. The only person standing in his way was Virgil. Well, maybe he wasn’t in the way, exactly. Roman wanted more than almost anything to love him as his own, but he was finding it increasingly difficult as Virgil shied further and further away from him.

Roman also refused to propose to his boyfriend without his son’s consent. He knew what it was like to not have any control over what happens in your life. He’d experienced that when his father married a homophobic bitch named Karen.

“Ro? Babe?” Patton asked suddenly, and Roman’s train of thought quickly dove straight into the abyss. Okay, not straight. It dove gay into the abyss. His eyes fell onto his boyfriend, who was now standing directly in front of him. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, of course!” Roman replied, but his gaze shifted to the door at the end of the hallway. “I’ll… I’ll be right back.” Patton was concerned about his behavior, but tried to think nothing of it as he left the room.

Roman knocked gently on the white door, biting his lip. When he heard no response, he cracked it open slightly. “Virge…?” he asked when he noticed the purple and black heap facing the wall. 

“Virgil.” was the muffled response he got, “Only people I like are allowed to call me Virge.” Roman’s heart sank slightly at that, but he kept up his confident front anyway. He couldn’t afford to let it drop, not now.

He leaned against the door frame with a small sigh, once again fidgeting with the little box. “I, um… I love your dad very much.” Virgil scoffed, but otherwise remained silent. 

“I- I want to propose to him, Virgil.” Oh did Roman regret saying those words as soon as they slipped past his lips. If he could’ve taken them back, he would’ve.

“I’m sorry, what?” Virgil hissed defensively, sitting upright and facing Roman with a murderous look in his eyes, and a scowl on his face. “I want to marry him.” Roman murmured softly, nervously.

Virgil laughed dryly at that. “No! Fucking hell, Roman! I didn’t ask for the two of you to meet! I didn’t ask for you to get together! I didn’t ask for you to come over here every other day! I didn’t ask for you to be near me, and I didn’t ask you to try to get to know me! I didn’t ask for you to ‘love’ dad, and I most certainly didn’t ask for you to be my new father, because you never will be!” the angsty teenager got off his bed, shoving Roman out of the room before slamming the door in his face.

Roman’s heart in that moment was like a small pebble being tossed into the ocean. It was sinking down, and showed no signs of stopping. As soon as he was away from the door, thunder cracked, lightning flashed, and tears poured down his cheeks.

“Roman!” Patton cried, immediately rushing to his side. Virgil sat in front of his closed door, quietly listening to the conversation beyond.

“What happened?!” Pat asked, and at first, Roman wanted to answer, but his mouth was the texture of sandpaper, rough and dry.

“H-h-he said-” Roman shuttered in his boyfriend’s arms, now wishing that life had an undo button.

“Shhhhhhh,” Patton rocked him back and forth, “What’d he say?” “H-he said th-that I’ll n-n-never be h-his f-f-f-father!” Roman whimpered, burying his face in Patton’s neck. It shouldn’t hurt this much. Virgil isn’t even his kid, he’s Patton’s. He wasn’t supposed to grow this attached, and yet he did.

Hearing Roman say those words made Virgil falter slightly. He had said so much to Roman in the brief time that he had been in the room, and yet… he was most upset that Virgil had told him that he would never be Virgil’s father. Not that Virgil didn’t want him to marry his dad.

“Oh, Roman…” Patton whispered, kissing his forehead. “I don’t know why he’d… I’m so sorry!” he led Roman to the couch, sitting down with him in his lap. “I knew that you guys don’t get along, but I didn’t realize he would say something like that…” what Patton said only caused Roman to cry harder.  

“I don’t understand what I did!” Roman sobbed, “I-I just want to know, so I can apologize, and Virgil will like me!” Ever since Virgil decided that he didn't like Roman, he’d forced his heart to remain stone cold. Just… an emotionless rock that kept blood pumping through his veins. And yet, the tiniest crack was starting to wedge it’s way into the outer shell.

Patton sat there with Roman in his arms, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do. For the first time ever, he wasn’t sure how to help the one who needed it most.

After what felt like forever, Roman’s broken sobs slowly began to fade into quiet sniffles. Patton hugged him tightly, and they were both too focused on each other to hear the door creak open. “We’ll figure this out, okay? I promise.” Patton continued whispering sweet nothings in his ear, hoping it would help. He only stopped when he felt another hand on his.

Virgil carefully and cautiously climbed on the couch with them,  wrapping his arms around Roman. If Patton hadn’t been watching him, he would’ve never noticed how glassy Virgil’s eyes were.

“I’m sorry.” was all he said, but it was enough to set Roman off and suddenly, he was crying all over again, hugging Virgil tightly. Roman felt as if the moment he let the kid go, he would immediately go back to hating him. 

“You can ask him.” Virgil whispered, and Roman hugged him tighter. Patton didn’t understand, but he didn’t need to. His son and his boyfriend were making up, and that’s all he cared about.

“How about opening presents before dinner?” Virgil suggested, and Roman offered him a watery smile. “Sounds perfect.” Patton hurried off after that, grabbing the two packages he had wrapped earlier. None of them had ever really been into the whole gift giving tradition on Christmas, so they settled on getting each other one present only.

“Here!” Patton chirped excitedly, tossing both Roman and Virgil similarly shaped squishy packages. They tore through the snowflake paper at the same time, each grinning at its contents.

“Patton, this is amazing!” Roman lifted up the beautifully knit white sweater. It had red sleeves, along with a bright red sash covered in snowflakes that traveled diagonally across. What looked to be golden braids stretched straight across in neat rows.

“This is pretty chill, dad.” Virgil breathed, gazing at his. Unlike Roman’s, it had a big purple thunder cloud at the top, with gorgeous purple and black patterns covering the rest of it.

Patton’s eyes were shining as he tugged on his own sweater. “Really? I’d say mine is rather toasty.” Roman smiled lovingly at the pun, laughing as Virgil cringed.

“Me next!” Virgil decided, handing one gift to both of them. He glanced down guiltily. “I know it’s not a lot, and I only have one, but I-” Patton cut him off. “Whatever it is, you know I’m gonna love it!” Roman nodded enthusiastically as he began ripping through the plain red paper.

Patton gasped at the picture frame in his lap, glancing at Virgil with wide eyes. “You drew this?” Roman was just as awestruck, if not more so. This entire time, Virgil always at least seemed like he hated him, and yet… he’d drawn a beautiful portrait of himself and Patton. It looked so alive that Roman could hardly believe it was a drawing in the first place. 

“You’re turn, Ro!” Patton kissed his cheek, and Roman tried to force the uneasy feelings away. Nothing was going to go wrong. Virgil supported him now. It would be fine. Right?

“Uh- here.” Virgil accepted the present gratefully, quickly ripping it open. “What. The. Hell.” Virgil lifted a midnight black MCR sweatshirt out of the box, along with two tickets for their next concert.

“You… you…” Roman laughed at that. “When your father told me that you liked My Chemical Romance, I decided I wanted to do something special.”

“Thank you.” Virgil threw his arms around his neck. Roman forced a smile in return. There were so many butterflies in his stomach that he wasn’t sure whether to laugh, or cry.

“You got this.” he whispered in Roman’s ear, and he nodded. Roman took a deep breath before reaching out for his hopefully soon fiancé’s hands. “Patton,” he began, gazing into those chocolatey brown eyes that had enchanted him right from the moment they met. “We’ve been dating for four years now, and honestly? I’ve spent some of the happiest moments of my life with you. I’ve loved you way more than I thought any human was capable of loving, and I don’t want to ever stop. You and Virgil light up my world, and together you’ve made me the happiest man alive. 

“Most importantly, you’re the best boyfriend I could’ve asked for in a million years. So Patton,” Roman got off of the couch and leaned down on one knee, “Will you marry me?” 

“Yes, yes, yes, one million times, YES!” Patton cried, jumping into Roman’s arms. “I love you so much,” he murmured as Virgil joined the hug. “I love you too, Snowflake.” Roman carefully slid the diamond ring onto his finger, kissing him passionately.

“Merry Christmas.” Roman said to no one in particular as he leaned down to kiss his now fiancé’s lips again. To his surprise, Virgil was the one who replied. “Merry Christmas, Dad.”

[hqprotectionsquad]

A Long Night (Daichi x Reader)

Title: A Long Night Ship: Daichi x Reader, w/ a little bit of SugaKiyo Word Count: 2,887 Summary: To celebrate your college graduation, you head out to the club with your best friend, Kiyoko Shimizu. Little did you know that a little Cupid would be setting you up with his best friend. A/N: cross posted from my Wattpad! i’d love to create a second part to this eventually! also, implied nsfw, but there is none actually written!

Your eyes squint open and it feels like the world is breaking daylight. Wait a minute, the birds are chirping, the sun is out...the sun is out?!

"What the heck," you mutter to yourself. "I guess I drank too much last night." It was a bit of a rager last night, something resembling a party you've been to while you attended high school in the United States. Ever since you've moved back to Japan for your university years, the social scene has calmed down but after finishing your last semester ever, you needed to get lose and have some fun.

Squishing your head back into the pillow, you replay all of last night's events, at least to the best of your ability.

"Holy hell!" You exclaim, appearing at the doorway of the newest club that popped up a month prior. It sits on the edge of the college town you reside in and since your final exams are now a thing of the past, you and your friends plan to celebrate like there is no tomorrow. "This place is huge!"

"I know right!" Shimizu-chan replies. While you and Shimizu-chan arrive together, her friends will join you at the club. You haven't met them yet, but she assures you that they are great people considering they all graduated from the same high school. While you wear a thigh-high dress, she opts for a jumpsuit because she claims it's more comfortable for dancing. To each their own, you suppose.

You hunt for a table, which is nearly impossible due to the fact that everyone and their extended group of friends is packed into this place. "Shimizu-chan, it'll take forever to find a table!" You exclaim with a laugh but when you turn around, you just see a crowd on the dance floor and she's not right behind you. The glaring strobe lights attack in every corner and are the worst when you're just trying to find your best friend. "Shimizu-chan!" You yell into your immediate area but it's like you're just yelling into an abyss. There's no use.

But hooray! A table just freed up and as a true friend, you rush toward the area before anyone else can take it. When you settle into the plush booth, you call Shimizu on your phone. "Hello? Shimizu-chan, where did you go? I turned around and you weren't there anymore."

"Sorry, (Y/N)-chan. My high school friends told me they arrived. I'm at the doorway right now." Shimizu's voice barely makes it through your speaker between the volume in your ears and in the phone. "Did you end up finding a table?"

"I did! I'm right by the back left corner, but your right side," you inform her.

When the whole group arrives, your mouth hangs on the floor. Shimizu never told you that the volleyball team she managed was so tall! Sure, some of the members are on the short-side, but for the most part, they all exceed her height.

"(Y/N), meet the former Karasuno High School boys' volleyball team," Shimizu introduces the men. While you politely smile at each of them, your eyes don't deceive you; a man's embrace around her waist and his lips on her cheek!

"Shimizu-chan, is he your boyfriend?" You whisper in her ear.

"Oh, right. This is my boyfriend, Sugawara Koushi." You smile at him. They look perfect together. He has silver hair and pretty eyes that you can't help but to gaze at. Shimizu must be a very happy woman!

"Nice to meet you, Sugawara-san."

While they all hound the bar for drinks, you hang back again to reserve the table and Sugawara-san decides to keep you company.

"Thank you for being friends with Shimizu-chan, (Y/N). I'm always worried that she's sad or upset, but she is always happy on the phone. She's said a lot of nice things about you!" Sugawara's smile stretches to the point where he squints his eyes.

"Thank you, Sugawara-san. I love being friends with her. She's one of the kindest people I know." You beam at the idea of talking about your friends. While only Shimizu came out tonight—which is the reason why an impromptu high school reunion was in order, you love gushing about your friends. You are the true lucky one to coexist with them, not the other way around. "Say, you're in the same year as us for university? You've just finished as well?"

"Yes, but I plan to do more schooling. I want to become a teacher in mathematics," Sugawara explained. "What was your major?"

"Mine was journalism. I'm moving to the United Kingdom soon to get a break into their industry. I'd love to work with one of their major publications."

"How impressive, (L/N)-san!" Sugawara claps as he sips from his half-full glass of beer. To you, it looks half-empty. You still aren't sure if moving across the world is a great idea and so many people are convincing you that you're going to rot and suffer in a place that doesn't hold your native tongue. "I think you're very brave for wanting to cross the oceans, though I'm sure you'll miss your friends and family here."

"I will, and thank you." You can feel the blush creeping up your cheeks and not just from your cocktail. You just never hear people affirming your actions and yet Sugawara, an acquaintance, manages to bring up your spirits in a jiffy.

"Say, (L/N)-san, have any of the boys caught your eye tonight?" Sugawara asks you our of the blue and the heat takes over your whole face. "That is if you don't have a boyfriend already."

"I don't," you admit with a shy eye. You haven't been in a long-term relationship since your high school boyfriend cut ties once the summer after your third year ended. You can never forget how he brought you to your favorite cafe, bought you your favorite slice of cake and completely ended it with your skin scratched red and your eyes burning with tears. You swore that you'd never treat anyone like he treated you.

"Great! I can fully introduce you to any of the guys if you want." At this point, you can't tell if he's doing this for you or for his boys but maybe this meant something to him.

"I don't know yet, but maybe I'll just see how the night goes right now." You shrug, seeing as the rest of the group is making their way back.

While they slide into the booth, Sugawara whispers into your ear, "I'll be your wingman! Just tell me who and your wish will be granted." You two share a secret smile. Sugawara speaks up. "Why don't we all go around saying our names? I bet (L/N)-san would appreciate it."

And so they go around, snaking the booth and taking turns introducing themselves and talking about who they are. Hinata and Kageyama both attend the same university where they received scholarships for volleyball. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi attend a nearby university and their teams often scrimmage when they get the chance. Nishinoya is going to school for athletic training, Ennoshita just graduated from an accelerated business program, and Tanaka is working as a mechanic. Shimizu-chan tells you that Yachi, the manager who took over after she left, is studying abroad in America for marketing.

"And what about you two?" You motion toward two men sitting across from you. The first is a man with a clean haircut and a cheeky grin. His cheeks glow red but you can't tell if it's only from the drinks. The other one has a half up-half down hairstyle with strands falling out and kind of resembles someone who loves nature.

"I'm Daichi and this is Asahi," the man with the grin announces for the both of them. Asahi lightly waves with a smile, but he doesn't necessarily meet your eye. He just continues to sip from his glass of what looked like a whiskey mixer. "Same year as you, I presume? Just graduated as well."

While you attempt to get to know Daichi, since he's the only one who wants to speak, Hinata and Kageyama yell because their favorite song is playing and they have to dance. They drag along Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, and even Kiyoko and Sugawara sway to the beat together, his hand cupping her hip and her arm wrapping around his neck. You can't help but to swoon because his forehead rests against hers and they have a smile that belongs only to the two of them.

"They're a beautiful couple," Daichi says.

"Who?" You turn back to him, knitting your brows.

"Suga and Kiyoko. They only became close during university. Kiyoko never would've dated anyone back in high school." Daichi laughs, thinking all about their first experiences as a group.

"I can see that. What about the rest of the team? Any heartthrobs during your high school years?" You wonder. What else is there to make conversation about?

"Eh, not really." Daichi shrugs.

Asahi chimes in, "Daichi was in love with a girl but they never ended up together." While he says this, he is just as quick to detract himself from the conversation again, apologizing as he takes a leave to use the restroom.

Your eyes widen to hear that, though why should you be surprised? It's just a man you've just met. It all feels so much more intimate now that it's just you on one side and him on the other and the only things between you two are this table and this thick tension that you can't quite describe. "Still in love?"

Daichi chuckles at your reaction. "No. She shared the same feelings, just not at the same time. It's been a long time since I've spoken to her. I'm ready to move on." You think that the last sentence is geared toward you, but you aren't too sure. "What about you, (L/N)-san?"

"Call me (Y/N). And to be honest, there hasn't been anyone I can look forward to, but maybe soon." He has to know that the statement was pointed, with all your fingers, to his heart. How could he not know? Your flirting style is that you become way too obvious when you're drunk and you are definitely on the way to getting tipsy.

"I see." His face drags for some reason and his lips become thinner than a board, but he doesn't seem perturbed otherwise. "(Y/N), do you have anyone special in your life?"

"Not really. It's been a few months since I've been on a date, but I've been trying to finish my degree and now that I'm done, I have to start exploring, you know?" You reason with yourself, trying not to attach yourself to this handsome man who probably just wants to make small talk. You throw back your head with liquor searing your tongue and throat. "That was strong," you mutter to yourself as you set the now-empty glass.

"I understand what you mean. The same goes for me." Daichi throws back a shot of his own. "Let's go on the dance floor. I don't think Asahi's coming out, for whatever reason he's got." He turns back and makes a confused face in the direction of the restroom.

Now this is something you can't deny, especially when he holds out a confident hand toward you. "Are you this smooth with all the girls you meet?"

"No, only you." His grin on his face is so mesmerizing and you can't help but to smile back. He's really something, this Daichi character.

"Well then. Let's go join them." Even though he held his hand out first, you lead the way to the multicolored dance floor.

When you find a good spot, you're settled next to Hinata, Nishinoya, and Yamaguchi thrashing about, even though that isn't really what the song calls for. "Hi guys!" You yell to them and you get some half-hearted responses because they're so into their "dancing."

"Don't mind them. They're like this every single time we go clubbing."

"And what are you like when you go clubbing?" If you were going to get drunk, you might as well go all the way.

He takes no hesitations to lead your hands around his neck and his fingers to your hips. "I'm like this," he leans into your neck and whispers this right by your ear. "Should I continue with something else?"

You don't pull back and you don't squirm. You just look into his eyes and that's all he needs.

•

"Shimizu-san, is it okay if I take (Y/N) home?" As drunk as he is, he is still the politest man you've ever met.

She stops Suga's "neck devouring session" for a moment so she can direct her attention on Daichi's situation. "Are you sure that's a good idea? You both are visibly drunk."

"I'm going to grab a cab and I'll protect her." Daichi looks into his former manager's eyes. "I promise." Shimizu lets out a breath; if there's someone to trust a promise from, it is from Daichi.

"Alright. Just be careful." She nods with a tight-lipped smile. She looks over to you, where you stir by the booth you all took up before. You're processing life as it is, and you're no longer drinking, which is a good sign to her. "And don't be up for so long. I know (Y/N) doesn't have work for the weekend, but that doesn't mean you should keep her, unless she wants to be kept that long." She winks at Daichi. "Good luck."

Daichi gapes at her forwardness, which hasn't changed since high school. "T-thanks. Get home safe, okay?" Daichi envelopes Shimizu and Suga separately and then bids the rest of the boys goodbye before making it back to you. "Let's head out, (Y/N)? You ready?"

"As I'll ever be." A laugh erupts as you rise from your seat. It's a really good thing that you chose to wear platform sandals instead of high heels, otherwise you probably wouldn't have been able to stand. You clutch tightly around Daichi's bicep, more for balance, but also to touch the muscles you've been eyeing since the beginning of the night. You are in for a long night.

And this is where you get up to from trying to trace back your memories when a familiar kind-faced man sits up. "Are you awake, (Y/N)?"

You find yourself laughing nervously. This is the total opposite of the behavior you had last night. "Yeah, good morning." You turn over and your anxiety washes away. If you wanted to get involved with a guy, this would be the one. He seems like the perfect guy to take care of you, regardless of your relationship status.

"I know we did some stuff last night, but I also know that I didn't regret it," Daichi comments as he cranes his neck to relieve his muscle's tension. You pull the sheets with you as you match his straight-up form.

"I don't regret it either," you say as you glance toward his chest, full of little purple and blue marks you have no memory of putting there. "Look, why don't I make some breakfast and if you want, we can talk about it, or if you're uncomfortable with me being here, I'll just leave."

"There's no need for you to leave. Actually, breakfast would be really nice." Daichi rubs the back of his neck; no one has ever made him breakfast the morning after—not that he's had that many people to do it with.

•

"Hey!" You brightly respond after you pick up your phone. You just got back from Daichi's apartment and you settle into the bed at yours. Not as soft as his, you note to yourself as you kick your feet up.

"Hi! I got your phone number from Shimizu, I hope that's okay!" He sounds chipper as ever, even more so than when you saw him for the first time yesterday. "So how'd everything go last night?"

"What do you mean?" You act innocent, but you know exactly what he's talking about.

"You know! Everything!" Sugawara-san laughs. "How were the festivities with Daichi?"

"Well, I can say some details, but I'll spare you and just say that I hope there'll be another time where we get to do this again—"

You're cut off by an ear-splitting squeal.

"Koushi? What's going on?" Shimizu-chan's voice is faint in comparison to Sugawara's scream.

"Shimizu, they definitely did it! They did it! I finally got a couple together!"

You roll your eyes, but your smile widens.

"Congrats, (Y/N). I'm glad you've found someone and I think this one will stick." You can tell your best friend has control over the phone. Shimizu-chan giggles and you take her words in stride; it's rare for her to show any emotions at all.

"I sure hope so."

Shimizu sighs, both happily and slightly annoyed. "I'll talk to you later. I have to go calm down my idiot."

The last thing you hear before the line goes dead is "Oh my god! Daichi has a girl! Daichi has a girl!" reverberating through their apartment. His shouts for joy make you hopeful for the future, because who knew what was to come? All you know is that you want to see that cute captain again.

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'My saviour' - posted on Ao3, wattpad and insta. MY WORK. GOVE CREDIT IF REPOSTED. enjoy!

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“Oh fuck!” I whispered. My eyes were wide and I was trembling so much I needed the table for support. My legs felt like a jelly jinx was used on them. I couldn’t stop shaking.

 It was dinnertime in the Great Hall, my 5th year and I was sitting at Gryffindor table with Hermione, Ron, Neville and Ginny. I had literally just came into my “second puberty” – where I find out my other “gender”.

There are three types – Alpha, Beta and Omega. Most people are Betas but there are quite a few Alphas too. No one, absolutely no one, becomes an Omega. They are extinct. Also, very, very, very powerful. You can get some very powerful Alphas, but they cannot match an Omega’s power. These types of Alpha are incredibly rare and it is thought that they were meant to be potential mates to the now non – existent Omegas.

“Harry mate? What’s up? Are you okay?” Ron asks me with concern flickering through his eyes. “Um no, I’m feeling a little unwell guys. I think imma head to bed early tonight . Goodnight guys.” I replied pushing back my chair and hopping to my feet.

Hermione gasped, “Harry!” I panicked. “What? What is wrong Mione??” My eyes must have shown fear and panic as she immediately stood up to calm me down. “No, no, Harry I’m fine. It’s just, you look beautiful, angelic.” She sighed. “I wish I could keep you.” She was staring at me longingly now swaying slightly where she sat as if she was entranced.

Okay, what the fuck?

Neville, to my right gave me a sniff. “Yeah, Harry! You smell bloody gorgeous!!” He then reached out to me but was stopped when a hand came in between us. Immediately I felt safe but all the Gryffindor’s growled at my saviour.

I frowned and turned to my saviour.

I took in the black, polished pointy shoes, the smart, pristine trousers and the required school shirt. I admired the way the trousers wrapped themselves around the males (for it must be a male by the way they dress) muscular legs and then I took in the school robe. Slytherin. Well, that explains the growls. I tilted my head up further to meet his eyes. Stormy grey, like a swirling pool of silver. My breath caught. Oh my. He was gorgeous and I must have made a noise because his eyes glittered slightly with amusement.

Then my world came crashing down and I gasped. I staggered backwards. I felt like a bucket of ice water just dumped itself on my head.

Slytherin, grey eyes, my whole house just growled at him, male and, now I actually look, striking platinum blond hair. This could only be one person: Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy had come into his inheritance as an alpha, and a fucking powerful one too. This led to rumours spreading that if Omegas existed; he would be an Alpha powerful enough to have one. Malfoy did not taunt us that much anymore, it was crueller teasing. We all believe he is just concentrating on finding his mate (although they do not exist) to bother with annoying us.

“What do you want Malfoy.” Ginny says rising up to face him, falling into a defensive stance, wand out. “Oh nothing, just Harry here.” I raise my eyebrow at him. He raises one right back and smiles softly. Softly. Draco fucking Malfoy just softly smiled at me. What? Why?? He chuckled at my obvious confusion (quite fondly I’ll have you know). My heart is doing somersaults (not sure why. I admit it though; he is kinda cute and very handsome. Shhh!!) whereas my brain is thinking this is so suspicious. Ginny grabs my arm and pulls me towards her. Apparently, I had taken a step forward without realising. I snatched my arm back and glared at her. She snarled at me and so I growled back, telling her to back off. She grimaced and with her nose high in the air, she turned on her heel and stalked out the room.

The hall was silent by now everyone waiting to see what would happen next. Hermione gasped again. “Oh Harry. You have just come into your inheritance right? Malfoy here is an alpha but it confuses me as to why he is so interested in you. You are clearly an alpha too. You’re a powerful one though, just like him.” She inhales sharply. “Harry! This explains your magical outbursts! You couldn’t control your power at the time but now you’re fully changed, you can!” I gaped at her, then Draco.

Wait. Fuck! I just called him Draco. Fuuuuuuuck.

 Draco looked at me with a strange face. He looked fiercely protective but very possessive at the same time. And that’s when I promptly fainted.

When I came around, I noticed I was in someone’s arms. They felt so safe, warm, and strong and I just wanted to stay in them forever. I breathed in an intoxicating scent – peppermint. Someone was carding their long, thin fingers through my unruly curls. They were also stroking my face and neck in a soothing manner. I peeked my eyes open and was met with Draco’s concerned gaze. My eyelids fluttered open fully and I took in my surroundings. Draco was holding me protectively, possessively in his arms whilst a furious ring of Gryffindor’s surrounded us. I clung to my mate. Oh yeah, should probably say, I am an omega. Draco is my mate. I fainted from the realisation (honestly I can handle a dark lord, dementors and an assault on my life at the end of every school year but I can’t not faint when I realise something life changing).

Looking back over the years, at our animosity towards each other, I feel like it was meant to be. Just hear me out a second. Draco and I always had our attention on one another. We were always seeking each other out and we had to see for ourselves where the other was. Looks across the great hall, small taunts that could be as concerned questions and the never-ending eye contact. Oh, and do not forget, that moment in third year when he LITERALLY CHECKED ME OUT! I guess you could say the signs were all there.

“Harry what the fuck?!” Ron shouted at me. I flinched and huddled into Draco more. He stopped stroking me and instead clutched me closer whilst glaring at my best friend.

“Leave him alone weasel.” Draco said with a sneer. “Don’t tell me what to do snake. How about you leave him alone you slimy git!?” Ron retorted. “No, no don’t. Please love, do not let me go. I only want to be with you.” I shoved my face into his neck and he started gently stroking my hair again. Around us the Gryffindor’s gasped in horror. Cries of “you’ve poisoned harry!” and “the slimy slytherin has used his power to control harry!” were heard from the crowd.

Neville bared his teeth at Draco. “He isn’t yours Malfoy. He is mine. I saw him first! So I own him!”

Draco growled loudly, “no he isn’t longbottom. For two reasons: 1, he has chosen me as you can tell by the fact that he hasn’t moved and he specifically told me not to let go. And 2, you’re scaring him which suggests you’re a poor match for him anyway.”

Neville snarled and lunged towards my mate. Faster than I ever thought possible, I stood up and grabbed Neville and flung him onto the nearest table. I felt the control on my magic slip due to my anger and I used it to pin him down on to the table.

Stepping over him, I said, “Draco chose me, you chose me. Let it be known that I choose Draco.” And with that, I threw myself back into Draco’s arms. “And I accept you harry.”  Draco whispered into my ears.

“Now love,” my heart swelled at the endearment. “You need to get your magic under control. As much as I love holding you and I’m glad you’re here, we must talk to adults about this.” “But won’t someone try taking advantage of me?” I asked timidly. Draco huffed a laugh.

“Oh harry darling, I doubt they even could if they tried. You’re so powerful baby.” He whispered the last bit in my ear with a smirk covering his beautiful face.

My body shivered, my cheeks warmed and my pulse began an erratic beat beneath my skin. Draco grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the exit. As we reached the magnificent doors, he looked over at the teachers sitting in shock and gestured with his head. Out. Now. We then walked hand in hand to Albus’ office.

THE END

[written-on-the-trees]

Strawberry Necklace Part 6 - Yungblud Fan Fiction

Word Count: 1850 words.

Warnings: None, for this part. Smut, fem-dom, and prostitution for the whole story.

Summary: Nova and Dom accidently announce their relationship to Nova’s family.

Where else can you find this:  Ao3  |  Wattpad

Part Five  | Part Seven

Nova woke up with warm arms wrapped around her waist, and the feel of Dom's chest pressed against her back. He wasn't asleep, but he didn't seem to interested in getting up and disturbing her - she wasn't sure he even knew she was awake - instead he seemed to be happy to bury his face in her hair and cuddle. It was utterly adorable - he was utterly adorable, possibly the sweetest man she'd ever met.

 But as much as she wanted to bask in the peace of this moment forever, and enjoy Dom's cuteness, she wanted to say good morning to him even more.

   Stretching slowly - and making sure to 'unintentionally' push her arse against his groin - Nova hummed sleepily before rolling over to meet Dom's hazel eyes, sparkling as they were in the mid-morning sunlight: "Good morning, handsome."

 "Hello." Dom blushed sweetly: "Did you sleep well?"

 "I slept amazingly. You must've worn me out." she teased him, wanting to see Dom blush harder, and instantly getting her wish when she winked at him: "Breakfast?"    

"I feel like I should be offering to make breakfast you." Dom managed to get out past his embarrassment: "I think you literally fucked my brains out."    

Nova laughed: "That's cheesy as fuck, you know that?"    

"Got no brains left, can't help it." he grinned cheekily.

   Nova laughed, shaking her head and leaning in to peck him on the cheek before she got out of bed to head to the bathroom - snagging his t-shirt from last night on her way out. By the time she'd finished, Dom was out of bed too, in his boxers and skinny jeans, ready to slide into the bathroom after her, giving Nova the chance to head to the kitchen to make a start on the breakfast she'd offered.

 Dom followed her out a few minutes later, slinking into the kitchen to wrap his arms around her waist as she fried bacon. He gave her a gentle squeeze, before untangling himself to make them some tea, the two of them working in comfortable silence.

 The only time they spoke was when Nova heard Dom taking a picture of her when she was stood at the sink with her back to him, smirking over her shoulder at him as he openly took another, and asked her if he could put the first one - the one without her face in - on his Instagram story.

 It was really sweet that he asked, in Nova's opinion. She wasn't exactly shy - wearing nothing but Dom's over-sized t-shirt and her underwear was hardly the most scandalous she'd ever looked - but she appreciated that he didn't just assume that she would be okay with things. She let him post it, smiling when he showed her his story, with a shower of multi-coloured hearts around her. It was absolutely the cutest picture anyone had ever posted of her online, and Nova suddenly wished that she could post a similarly cute picture of him...but given the only people who followed her Instagram were her family and friends, there was absolutely no way she'd get away with posting a picture of anyone they didn't know without getting questioned.

 Showing off that she had a new love interest for the first time via Instagram probably wouldn't be the smartest move. Most of her family already despaired over her life choices, she didn't need to give them any reason to bitch about - or at - her. Especially since she and Dom weren't actually together.

 Nova didn't need all that family drama over a perceived relationship didn't actually exist yet - the key word being 'yet'.

 What label - if any - she and Dom were going to use was something they would have to discuss before they told anyone anything - but Nova didn't want to be pushy. It would come up when it came up, and until then they could just keep it quiet, at least on her end.

 Of course, Nova was used to men who weren't comfortable discussing emotions - and Dom was far from that.

   "So, I know we didn't say anything more than that we were going to see each other, and I don't want to be pushy..." he said while cutting into his eggs: "...but I'm going to be pushy. Are we, like, dating? Are we partners now? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Are we just seeing each other?"

 Nova carefully swallowed her mouthful of tea before looking at Dom: "What do you want us to be?"

 "What do you want us to be?"

 Honestly, Nova couldn't be upset that he'd turned the question around on her...even though she genuinely had no idea where to begin answering it: "I...I don't know. More than just seeing each other."

 "But not partners, or boyfriend and girlfriend, or whatever we'd call that?"

 "Not yet? I know we really like what we've seen of each other, but we've only spent one night together as, like, just us." she tried to explain how she felt, taking a bite of bacon just for a chance to get her thoughts in order: "So I guess dating? To see if we're as compatible as we think we are."

 Dom nodded thoughtfully: "I think that sounds good."

 "You're not upset that we didn't jump straight to being officially together?" Nova asked, trying not to frown in concern.

   She wasn't used to people wanting to take things this fast - and falling back on her usual pragmatism was the only way she could think to go about things right now, but she didn't want to upset Dom when all he was doing was being sweet.

   But despite her concern, Dom just grinned and shook his head: "If we're dating, that means I get to show off and take you on fun dates to impress you, and I'm actually really looking forward to that. I'm gonna blow your mind."

 Nova laughed: "You already do...but I'm really looking forward to going on dates with you, too."

   Dom grinned, and leaned in to press his forehead against Nova's affectionately. Nova leaned into it, smiling almost as wide as she saw Dom was, before she closed her eyes to just bask in the moment. She definitely hadn't been expecting it to go that well - the fact it had had left her feeling giddy from relief and excitement, and, if his facial expressions were anything to go by, Dom felt much the same way.

 Which, as far as Nova was concerned, was a perfectly good reason to have a lazy day together.

 They'd just gotten past what Nova had been worried would be a really awkward conversation a lot sooner than she thought they would, in possibly the best way they could, with neither of their feelings getting stepped on - if that didn't mean that they'd earned the right to have an easy few hours, she didn't know what would.

 The pair of them ended up back in her bed, cuddled up together under the blankets, watching Rock of Ages on Netflix, singing along to all the 80's songs as dramatically as they could while remaining under the blankets. It didn't last too long; by the time I Want To Know What Love Is came on, they'd lost interest in Tom Cruise and his blonde girlfriend, and were more interested in each other.

 Dom was on top of Nova, one hand on her cheek and the other on her waist, singing random snippets of the song playing in the background between dipping down and kissing her softly, all while smiling sweetly. Nova had never been seduced by Rock of Ages before, but Dom was managing it, somehow. Nova tangled her hand in Dom's hair so she could pull him down for a proper kiss.

 It was still sweet. Dom's hand stayed on her cheek, his thumb rubbing gently over her cheekbone

 Nova leaned up a little further, willing to get a crick in her neck if it meant that she could keep kissing Dom - only for her phone to go off on the bedside table. Dom pulled away, breathless, and looking so gorgeous Nova couldn't resist pulling him in for another kiss...just in time for her phone to go off again with a second message.

   Dom laughed this time, even as Nova groaned in frustration: "Why does my phone hate me?"

 "Clearly someone wants your attention just as much as I do." Dom joked, gently rolling off Nova and handing her her phone before getting to his feet: "I'm going to get a drink. Do you want anything?"

 "There's a bar of Marvellous Creations in the fridge, if you wouldn't mind bringing it back with you."

 Dom beamed: "The one with the popping candy?"

 "Of course."

      Dom clambered out of bed to go to the kitchen, and Nova picked up her phone to see who had messaged her, only to see it was a picture from Stella. Assuming it was just some more random bullshit from the kids' dad again - he was so fond of being a dick for the sake of it, even if Stella hadn't actually done anything wrong, often resulting in nothing actually happening - Nova opened it to see what the dickhead was saying now...and almost dropped her phone.

 It wasn't a message from Stella's ex.

 It was the picture of Nova from Dom's Instagram, followed by a message asking if it was in fact a picture of her.

   Shit.

   Even if she was asking if it was Nova in the picture, Nova knew Stella knew it was her. Stella knew what she looked like, even from behind, and the picture was in her kitchen. Even if Nova said it was just some other blonde woman (which might've worked, since it wasn't like Stella could reasonably argue with that), there was no-way she could deny that the kitchen was hers.

 She never thought she'd regret

 ...There was no denying that that was her kitchen. And there would be no getting away with telling Stella that it wasn't Nova, just a random blonde woman in Nova's kitchen.

   Shit.

   Dom came back into the toom, took one look at her face, and immediately dropped down next to her on the bed: "What's wrong?"

 "So...I forgot my niece was a fan of yours." Nova buried her face in her hands: "She follows you on Instagram."

 It took a few seconds for the realisation to hit Dom - but when it did, his face fell: "She saw the picture of you on my story?"

 Nova nodded: "She did. And she sent it to her mum. Who is now asking if it is me in the picture, like she doesn't already know what my bloody kitchen looks like. She just wants to me tell her it's me."

 "...What are you going to do?"

  "What else can I do?" Nova scrubbed her hands over her face: "I'm going to tell her it's me."

[thicccqueyoongimin]

yoonseok fluff and stuff

forever 21 | chapter 1 

pairing: yoongi x hoseok

word count: 1.6k

genre: fluffy fluff (rated PG)

warnings: kissing, mentions of sexuality, mild language but not really

Min Yoongi sighed as he leaned over the checkout counter at Forever 21. He really really hated his job. But if it payed the bills, so be it.. He was going to college for music production, and things were going alright. Life wasn't so bad, apart from his job. But he still felt like something was... Missing

He peered over at the clock. 11:02 am. Only 3-ish hours into his shift and he already wanted to die. That's a record. Usually it takes 4 hours or something like that. Soon co-workers and customers made the empty store seem a bit more lively. Lost in thought, Yoongi didn't even hear the footsteps of cheap stilettos clacking up to him. Only when his boss slammed her perfectly manicured hand on the counter, did Yoongi jump up and leave his depressing thoughts behind. He spoke.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I was just -"

" Thinking, like you ALWAYS ARE. " his boss interrupted. " I might as well just fire you now, but I need you, so unfortunately.. That's not an option. "

She steps to the side, revealing a man, with perfect golden tan skin and cherry red hair.

"This is Jung Hoseok." She says.

Yoongi's P.O.V

Jung Hoseok? He's so handsome.

"Stop being weird, Yoongi. He probably doesn't swing that way" I think to myself.

"You'll be showing this young man around, he's a new employee. Show him how to restock the clothes shelves, handle the cash register, and everything else from the handbook." My boss says and Throws the book of rules at me. Ugh, she's so RUDE. She turns around and walks off, leaving Hoseok and I alone.

"Um, hey I'm Hoseo- oh well you already know that haha" he says with a big toothy grin.

"I'm Yoongi." I say with a flat tone , not smiling. I see his smile falter a little. Shoot. I didn't mean to be rude. I'm really not a smiley person, that's just how I am. I want to apologize but that would be weird.

"Come follow me and I'll show you the back room, what to do and stuff ." I say, a little kinder this time.

his smile comes back immediately and he follows behind me to the back room.

I show him everything he needs to know and he's a really fast learner. He's so optimistic and happy and... It's tiring but it's refreshing at the same time. I really like him and I've only been with him for half a day. And here's the thing. I. Dont. Like. People... Usually, but Hoseok was different.

3rd person P.O.V

The whole day was a new, but good experience for the both of them. There was hardly ever silence between the two, and when there was it was a comfortable kind. They mostly just laughed and talked about whatever whilst they folded clothes and restocked the back room. Soon it was 2, and Yoongi 's shift was over. And for once in his entire working career, he didn't want it to end. Oh, how he adored Hoseok. Maybe it was too early to have these feelings, but Yoongi didn't care. His infatuation with the red head was undeniable. He was so funny and he could already see that he was caring by the way he treated the customers and other co-workers, and he was smart. And on top of that, he was really good looking. The list could go on and on. Yoongi packed up his stuff and let the dread fill him again as he said goodbye to Hoseok and left the building. Then, he got an idea. He ran back into the store where Hoseok was packing up too, since their shifts ended at the same time.

"Hoseok!" Yoongi shouted

" Yoongi! " Hoseok replied with a laugh.

"Do you... W-want to maybe get like a drink or a late lunch or something? with me, I mean" Yoongi stuttered.

Hoseok blinked in surprise. "Yeah, for sure! Let me go home and change first. Here's my number, I'll send you my address." He says and he types his number into Yoongi's phone.

"Okay I'll see you soon Hoseok!" Yoongi says, feeling much happier than the first time he left the store.

Hoseok's P.O.V

"OKAY OKAY CALM DOWN IT'S JUST SOME LUNCH. NOT A DATE" I scream internally as I throw my new name tag on my nightstand. I walk across my colourful room and peer into the closet. "Hmmmm, I like this sweater.. And it's rainbow, so maybe he'll get the hint" I think slyly to myself. I match that with a pair of ripped jeans and some vans. Soon enough, I was ready. I texted Yoongi My address and he said he was on his way. My mood went from good to great! I'm usually in a good mood and life is pretty okay right now, I just like to look on the bright side of things. Although things are going good, I will admit... I'm freaking LONELY. Of course of course, I have friends. But no matter what people say, friends aren't the same as a special someone. It's two completely different types of love, if you get what I mean? Yoongi is such a cutie, but we only just met today... He prolly doesn't like guys like I do. He seems a bit cold too, but I'm determined to find his soft side. It's my favorite side of people.

The doorbell rings and I run to the door. But, nobody's there. I look a bit further out, and by the curb in front of the apartment complex, I see a dark blue car. The windows open and Yoongi is waving at me, with the cute little gummy smile that I've grown to love in under one day. I walk up and get in the car.

"how'd you ring the doorbell if you didn't get out of the car?" I ask.

"oh I did." He replies nonchalantly. "I just don't like standing, so I came back here and sat down, it's too much work to stand"

l laugh at him. He turns out of the parking lot and heads to the cafe. The car ride was filled with easygoing conversation. I got to know even more about Yoongi and he got to know more about me. We get to the coffee shop and order what we want. We keep talking. It's funny, Neither of us has shut up since the time I got into the car. Yoongi's so easy to talk to, and that's nice, cause I thought he'd be the exact opposite. Our food comes, and a comfortable silence falls over us, as we stuff out mouths with food. Soon, lunch is over, and I'm sad. Jeeeeeeeeez, I can't get enough of this guy!! Then I get an idea. I still think it's a bit too early to just ask what Yoongi's sexuality is. But this idea might help me get the information I need, without being awkward. I might as well give it a shot. We get into the car and I ask.

"Yoongi, are you doing anything else today?"

"uhhh, nope. I don't think so." He replies

" want to come over? I got this new game on my phone and I haven't found anyone to play with yet" I say, crossing my fingers, hoping he might agree.

"Yeah sure!" He says , but then clears his throat and composes himself, "I mean, yeah.. I'm down"

I roll my eyes and we head back to my apartment.

Yoongi 's P.O.V

HE JUST INVITED ME TO HIS HOUSE!!!! I'm freaking out. But I gotta keep my swag. Alright deep breaths. We pull up to his apartment and he unlocks the door. The apartment is small but not too small, and it's clean, but not too clean and still decorated nicely. The main thing I noticed, is that it was empty.

"You live here alone?" I ask flopping down onto his maroon couch.

"Yeah, it's nice cause the rents not too bad, but I'm lonely" he said with a sad smile.

"If you're ever lonely, you've got me now." I say sitting up and looking at him seriously .

"Thanks Yoongi. It means a lot. Ok lets play that game now" he says as he sits down next to me.

Hoseok pulls out his phone and clicks on an app.

"Its called.. Truth or dare" he says.

"Hoseok, I know what truth or dare is" I say.

"Reallly!?" He asks

" Uhm, yes... It's one of the most popular games out there.. Are you telling me that you haven't heard of truth or dare? " I reply

"You know what... Let's just play" he says, blushing and looking down at his phone. "Yoongi, truth or dare!!"

"Dare. "

He smiles brightly and clicks the dare button on the screen. His smile falters for a second and he looks confused.

"Uh.... Eat a spoonful of wasabi." He mumbles

" No. " I say.

"Well that's fine, cause I don't have wasabi anyway" he says, "I'll pick a different one"

he clicks again and giggles as he reads it. Man, even his laugh was cute. What the hell, Hoseok.

"Lick the toilet seat" he says and laughs louder again.

"See, I'd do that. But it's too far away." I say, genuinely not wanting to get up.

"Ugh, fine. One more, but this one, you have to do." He says rolling his eyes.

"Third times the charm!" I tell him

He clicks, once again, and reads the dare on the screen. His cheeks turn a bit pink and he looks up.

"H-hold hands with the person next to you for 3 turns."

~

Hi guysss this is my first post ever on tumblr, I wrote this fanfiction a while ago on wattpad (its still up there too if you want to check it out) anyways there's one more chapter of this story. enjoy!! <3

[nadineeb]

Hey, it’s Nadine and this is my first blog!

Welcome my dear readers to my first blog post! I want to extend my arms to all of you for reading this blog and the future ones. I’m delighted that I found this platform on the internet which makes me give a stand and voice on things that matters to me and the people around me. All the blogs that I will post here at Tumblr are only my thoughts and opinions. If we don’t have the same stand regarding a matter, feel free to exit. I believe that we all have the right to express ourselves with utmost freedom we can have. I hope we all vibe together. -XOXO, Nads <3

Allow me to introduce myself to the blogging world!

I’m Bernadine Bayangos, a teen from a small town in Isabela, Philippines.

A LOT of people I met outside Region 2 and in the upper part of Luzon, they always tell me “Where is that place?” or sometimes, “Isa - what?? I haven’t heard of it before! It really is a place huh?”. Hearing these things I don’t know how to react to be honest.

Most of the time I try to explain where it is but sometimes, I just shrugged them off because some of the people especially those I met who came from well-known cities offend me. They ask me if we got a mall here or just the random, common sense questions.

Let me tell you, yes, we’ve got malls here where we get our stuff from our day to day living. I felt so lucky that we still have to shop at the farmers’ market. It’s available and open anytime of the day. We can find cheap-priced things and foods that are essential to our daily lives. Some grocery store-bought vegetables cost a fortune unlike in the farmers’ markets.

Well as for clothes, I usually go to Manila every month but since it’s locked down, I order online. The Internet + my love for clothes really make a huge difference especially now that we’re locked down in our areas and can’t travel that far.

I grew up with my family and some extended relatives which are way older than me - my grandparents. I learn my instincts from them - self-defense, way of life, how to be smart, and most importantly, my virtues. That’s also explains why I’m a bit talkative.

I want my Tumblr to be my avenue to express things to others which I cannot do since face to face chatting with your dear friends is not really advisable at this moment.

One of my favorite things to do back then and now, is to read books. I can remember when I was like 6 to 12 years old, when we go to Manila, I could never go back here in the province without the 4 big bags of books and school supplies that I bought from a famous bookstore. Thinking of it now, I quite made my dad go broke. Yikes!

Feeding my love for learning, I’m always a girl that is curious about a lot of things. If I’m not satisfied, I will surely ask about it. Though now, that I’ve grown so much, I refrain myself from asking now that I can solve issues that affects me.

I also love travelling! When I’m somewhere near the ocean or the mountains, I feel that I’m at peace. Not much of a city girl, that I’m tired of being it since then. My favorite place to visit here in the Ph is Cagayan de Oro and its nearby towns. The Dahilayan Adventure Park which has the longest zipline in Asia. You can also visit the Del Monte pineapple plantations and see acres of pineapples while eating a medium-rare steak at their restaurant. If you’re also fond of adventures in line with having to see the beauty of nature, I highly suggest to visit this place!

The people, they are heartwarmingly hospitable. In the hotel we stayed, Limketkai Luxe hotel, the accommodation was amazing. Also, I love to stay there every time because when mom and dad leave me for meetings, there’s a backdoor and an overpass which leads to the entrance of the shopping mall. How I miss!

Cagayan de Oro also holds a special place in my heart because as what I’ve said earlier, I’m fond of reading books whether it is online or a hard copy one. I’ve read the Montefalco Series on Wattpad by Jonaxx, the author, I’ve fallen in love with the place immediately. I feel like one of the main characters whenever I go to CDO.

When I travel I always tend to adapt to the cultures of the place I’m going. It’s a sign of respect to the. Being able to mix in with the crowd is a great advantage for me in the future especially that after I finish my studies, I want to go abroad to master my skills. That’s why I’m always day-dreaming at things that may be going on for the next few years of my life.

After 10 years, I will be 26 by then, I suppose I’m with my family in Australia by then. I’m working as a business associate while studying law at one of the prestigious schools in Victoria.  From then, I can continue to work at the Parliament of Australia in Melbourne. I may still be single by that time, busy building my career, and play with my cats at home after a stressful day.

This is me at the Parliament.

Let’s talk about the 2019 Corona Virus disease that had struck our world last months. I can say that it’s getting a lot worse that I had imagined. I know that our scientists have done great work in finding solutions to this. Money isn’t everything once you’ve get a hit by this virus. I myself can prove that.

I have this auntie who is a doctor and she’s very successful in her field. She even had one of the biggest shares at a hospital but then things got out of hand, she had the disease. There’s nothing she can do except to lie down her bed, get better, fight for it so that once she gets better, she can continue curing her patients.

My grandfather’s cousin, a former senator of the Philippines, also died from this virus. I’m proud to think that he had served our country well, but I’m devastated that he had to die this way, I didn’t even saw his last moments nor his dead body. He is immediately cremated and left the hospital bill with millions of pesos.

This shows that even the strongest person, the most kind, the rich, the nobody – can’t get away if we all are not taking care of our own health. We should love our body more! Think about ourselves more!

Before this pandemic, I did not have this realizations yet. I realized that more than taking care of our body, we should express to our loved ones how we care and love them dearly. We never know when death comes our way. Yes, we do know that we can’t escape it but the thing is, we know that it’ll happen and we can’t accept the fact the God will take them soon. I think that’s the problem, we, people, tend to just shrug it off and don’t make the best out of someone that we love because they will stay, what we can’t accept is that they will stay but not forever. That is why we have regrets.

(one of my best times before this outbreak)

Indeed, life is short as they say. If you’re dealing with your what ifs’ I recommend you don’t. Just make it happen. If you don’t, you’ll spend your life thinking about that `what if’s’ it’ll only make your life nonsense. So for me, I’d rather do it. If it fails, stand up again, fix yourself, and go on. Instead of letting yourself not doing it because of what might happen on the way. Your happiness depends on you. Choose it. Don’t wait for the things  to happen right before your eyes. Act on it and make it happen.

My first blog is a bit long now and I’m getting emotional, I’ll have to say goodbye for now. I’ll see you on my next one. Ciao!

[sarah-writes-stories]

Chapter 3: Reunited

A Post-Canon Inuyasha Romance/Adventure Epic

Find it on: Fanfiction.net / AO3 / Wattpad

Words: 3,118

Full Chapter List & Description is here.

Prologue  •  Chapter 1  •  Chapter 2  •  Chapter 3  •  Chapter 4  •  Chapter 5  •  Chapter 6  •  Chapter 7  •  Chapter 8  •  Chapter 9  •  Chapter 10  •  Chapter 11 •  Chapter 12  •  Chapter 13

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It was her.

His breath caught in his throat as that truth slammed into his mind, effectively shutting down all further thought.

Instinctively, his fingers flexed around the warmth of her hand grasped in his, the link that proved her sudden and miraculous existence.

He heard her speak, saw the tears in her eyes, but her words barely registered as he stared at her, unblinking.

Finally, as he pulled the young woman into his arms he heard himself say, "Kagome. You idiot. What have you been doing all this time?"

He thought his voice sounded strangely calm, even to his own ears, but it was enough to kickstart his mind again.

'It's her. It's really her. She's back. Is this a dream? Please, don't let this be a dream. She's back. She's back. She's back. She's back.'

The words repeated over and over in Inuyasha's mind. He wanted to hold her like this forever, never let her go, run his hands over her hair and bury his nose in it, rememorizing her scent... But before he could do any of it, he heard footsteps running towards them.

"Kagome!" Shippō's voice shouted from nearby.

"You made it back!" Sango ran to a halt beside Miroku, voice filled with disbelief.

"It's been much too long, Kagome!" Miroku held a daughter in each arm, both girls peering at the woman in the strange clothing with curiosity.

Inuyasha loosened his hold on Kagome slightly. She lifted her head from his chest to look at their friends. "Miroku, Sango, Shippō! It's good to see you!"

"Heeeey!" Shippō was waving at Kagome frantically now. She finally pulled away from Inuyasha fully and ran the distance towards her friends.

'I'm back!' She thought to herself excitedly.

Shippō saw her coming and jumped down from where he sat on Miroku's shoulder, only to immediately bounce back up, launching himself into Kagome's arms.

"Kagome! Is it really you? You came back! I missed you, Kagome! Will you be staying for a while? How'd you get the well to work? I really missed you!" Shippō paused long enough in his string of questions to snuggle himself under Kagome's chin. She ran her hand up and down his small back.

"Oh, Shippō, I missed you, too! And you've grown since I last saw you! Look at you!" She pulled back a bit to look her fox kit up and down. He'd definitely grown.

"Of course I've grown, Kagome! I'm not going to stay small forever, you know. And I've kept up with my training! I've been going back to the Kitsune Inn every few months. I just finished my fourth exam and already I'm at Seventh Senior Rank!" Shippō's chest puffed up with pride.

"Seventh?! Wow, Shippō, that's great! I'm so proud of you! What will happen when you get to First Senior Rank?"

Inuyasha had walked over to join the group of friends. Listening to the two of them talk, it was he that replied to Kagome's question. "That's when the runt will earn his second tail."

Kagome smiled over at him and Inuyasha felt like his heart might just stop beating right then and there.

"Yep! Inuyasha's right!" Shippō continued, "If I can make it to First Senior Rank in less than 5 years, I'll be the youngest Kitsune ever to have earned their second tail!" Shippō looked like he might very well explode with pride at the thought.

"I'm so, SO proud of you, Shippō. You are going to be a great and many-tailed Kitsune warrior one day. I just know it." Kagome nuzzled into his red hair, smiling with motherly affection.

Well, you know…" Miroku chimed in then, "it's not just Shippō who's been busy while you've been gone." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Kagome only laughed. Three years ago his insinuation might have flustered her, but at almost 19 she wasn't as innocent as she'd once been. Ayumi, Eri and Yuka had all had boyfriends throughout high school and there'd been no getting away from the very intimate details all three had felt were absolutely necessary to share with Kagome… no matter how very single she herself had remained.

"Is that so, Miroku? And just who are these two lovely ladies?" Kagome looked questioningly at the two young girls sitting in their father's arms. Both girls looked up at her with matching looks of curiosity mixed with apprehension.

"These are the twins," Miroku replied. "Aki, Yuki, say hello to your oba-sama, Kagome."

"Kon'nichiwa, oba-sama." They chirped in their bright, two-year-old voices. Both girls giving their new aunt tentative smiles.

"Hello, you two! My, aren't you both beautiful, just like your mother. Please, call me Kagome-oba." The girls preened under the praise. All hesitancy quickly forgotten, they smiled at Kagome, wide toothy grins.

"Kagome…" Sango finally spoke then. She'd been all but frozen, watching the scene unfold around her. "It's really you! You're back!"

Sango rushed forward then and Shippō only had a split second to escape from Kagome's arms. Landing lightly on Inuyasha's shoulder, he watched as Kagome was enveloped in Sango's tightest hug.

Kagome closed her eyes against the tears of joy that threatened to escape, but Sango was outright weeping. The two women held each other for a long moment before Sango said thickly, "Sorry! I've always been emotional after my births. I just thought we'd never see you again!"

Inuyasha looked down at the ground. Sango's words too closely mirrored the feelings churning in his own stomach.

"Oh, Sango. I missed you so much! All of you!" Kagome held her dearest friend for a moment longer before opening her eyes again. When she did, she was met with the curious stare of the 3-month-old strapped to Sango's back.

Kagome laughed lightly. "And who might this be?"

Sango pulled away from Kagome and laughed in return, angling her body away from her friend so that Kagome could take a closer look. "This handsome young man is our son, Ichiro."

"Well, hello, Ichiro-kun!" The baby smiled a slight, gummy smile at the sing-song way in which Kagome spoke to him. She looked from one to the other of her friends then. "Oh Miroku, Sango. Your children are adorable! I can't believe how much has changed in three years!"

"Ah, yes!" Miroku replied. "Many things have changed here in the village! But come! Let us go and tell Lady Kaede that you have returned! I'm sure she and Rin will be most happy to see you as well!"

Miroku made a gesture as though to usher Kagome towards the village, but Kagome hesitated. She looked to where Inuyasha stood, just slightly behind the rest of the group of friends.

"Actually, Miroku, would you, and Sango, and Shippō mind if I didn't head back to the village quite yet…?" She trailed off, then continued quickly. "I mean, I definitely want to catch up with you all, and see Lady Kaede, but…" She let her words trail off again.

It was Sango who instinctively understood what it was that Kagome wasn't saying. She looked quickly at Inuyasha whose eyes were fixed on Kagome, as though his stare might bore a hole through the back of her head. She knew what she had to do.

"Actually, Miroku, it's almost nap time for the children. Why don't we leave Kagome with Inuyasha for a bit? You and I can go and see to the children, and Shippō can run ahead to Kaede-sama's hut and let her know the good news. Then we can all meet back at our home for a celebratory dinner. How does that sound, Kagome?"

Kagome smiled at her beloved friend gratefully, "That sounds perfect."

At the look the two women exchanged, Miroku seemed to understand as well. "But of course, of course, my dearest. You are correct, as always. Come Shippō, you have been tasked with the honour of informing Kaede-sama of the good news!"

Shippō grumbled a little bit at that. He did not want to leave Kagome. She'd only just returned! But there was a firmness in Miroku's eyes that belied the good-natured tone of his words, and it told Shippō that no amount of arguing about this would change anyone's mind.

"All right, all right. Let's go. Bye, Kagome." He grumbled again, hopping down from Inuyasha's shoulder and back over to Miroku's.

As they head back towards the village, Sango turned her head and called over her shoulder, "I should have dinner ready just before sunset. Don't be late, you two!" And if Kagome hadn't known better, she would have sworn she'd seen a glimmer of mischief in her friend's eyes.

"Keh." Inuyasha grumbled under his breath. Sango's look hadn't been lost on him, either. He stepped forward to stand beside Kagome as the two of them watched their friends depart from the meadow until they could no longer be seen.

Alone with Inuyasha, Kagome was suddenly intensely nervous. "So…" she began, but instantly trailed off.

Looking down at her shoes, Kagome rubbed at her left arm anxiously. She had dreamed of this moment for three long years. Had been planning for it, working towards it with the help of her friends. But now that it was here, she was petrified.

Three years was a long time. What if things had changed? What if he'd moved on? I mean, sure, they'd shared that kiss, but what if it hadn't meant what she'd hoped it meant? They'd never actually spoken openly about their feelings before. Kagome tried to swallow around the lump that was forming in her throat.

"I missed you, Kagome."

It was barely more than a whisper. Kagome's eyes shot up to Inuyasha's, searchingly. Only he wasn't looking at her. Rather, his face was tipped up towards the sky, as though deep in thought.

Inuyasha, for his part, was oblivious to Kagome's internal turmoil. Instead, he was too busy silently berating himself for calling her an idiot the second she'd emerged from the well.

Why? Why'd he have to be such a baka around her all the time? For three long years, he'd prayed to any and every Kami that would listen, begging them to reopen the well and let her through to him, or him to her. And now that she was here – now that his wish had been granted – what was the first thing he'd done? He'd called her an idiot. Baka!

"I'm sorry." He finally said.

"Huh?" Kagome was again pulled from her anxious thoughts by his words. "For what?"

"For calling you an idiot back there. I didn't mean it. I was just surprised is all." Inuyasha finally looked her in the eyes then, his features contrite.

"You don't have to apologize, Inuyasha. I know you didn't mean it." She smiled a soft smile at him, hoping her words would ease his guilt. "I missed you... too..." She seemed to stumble over the words, voice thickening with emotion. "...so much."

The reality of where she was, of who she was with, and of all that had happened in the span of less than an hour, suddenly came crashing down on Kagome in a wave that could not be contained. She started crying then, wrenching tears that shook her shoulders under the weight of their heavy burden of emotion.

"Kagome!" Inuyasha was struck at her sudden outburst of tears. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around her, tucking her head under his chin and burying his nose in her hair.

He didn't ask her to stop crying or tell her that it was all right, as he would have done before. Instead, he held her and just let her cry. He thought, maybe this once... maybe he understood where her tears had come from.

She was grateful for that. Grateful for the warmth of his body pressed so tenderly against hers. Grateful for his scent – like that of mossy earth and windswept hills – surrounding her.

They stood like that for a long time until finally, her tears began to slow. She pulled back, looking up at him. "I'm sorry, Inuyasha," she said with a short, rueful laugh. "I didn't mean to cry all over your suikan like that."

"Keh. It's all right. I sort of… I mean, I think I know how you feel."

Kagome looked up at him then, searching his eyes. "Do you?" She questioned.

It would not have been an exaggeration to say that the past three years had been hell for Inuyasha. Hell of a depth that he couldn't have even begun to fathom that day when the well had dumped him back here in this meadow. The hell of being forced to watch the world move on around him as surely as if he'd been repinned to the sacred tree.

As much as he cared for Miroku, Sango and their kids... and as much as he was proud of the runt for working hard and growing strong... their happiness had been a constant reminder of what Inuyasha feared he would never feel again... not with Kagome locked five hundred years away from him as she was.

And at night? Well, his nights were filled with visions of Kagome. He tried to remember her face, her voice, her scent, the way she laughed, the way her eyes flashed with anger when he'd been a baka to her yet again. In his more hopeful moments, he'd even allowed himself the luxury of daydreaming about what he would say and do if ever they found a way back to each other.

He drew on those daydreamed conversations now as she looked into his eyes, expectantly.

"Kagome, I- I've hated every minute you've been gone. Every second. It's been hell. In my worst moments, I'd replay those last seconds with you in the well house. I'd see you turn around, call out my name." He shuddered slightly at the memory before continuing. "But in my best moments… Well, in my best moments I'd think about… that kiss. There's a lot I never got a chance to—"

He was cut off when Kagome promptly stepped forward, wrapped one arm around his neck, the other around the back of his head, and pulled him down into a kiss.

His eyes went wide with shock when he realized what was happening, but he quickly recovered. Closing his eyes, he wrapped his arms around her back and waist, pulling her closer. His heart sped up as he returned her kiss, lips moving slowly over hers, savouring the feel of her as if for the first time all over again.

Kagome hadn't been planning on kissing Inuyasha. Honestly, she hadn't even realized she'd done it until her lips were already against his. And for a heart-stopping moment, she worried that she'd just ruined everything...right before she felt Inuyasha's body relax as he joined her in the kiss. It sent a thrill down her spine and her fingers twined slightly into the hair at the back of his neck.

'He's kissing me back!'

It was the sheer shock of that thought that caused Kagome to break the kiss. Face thoroughly flushed, she caught him looking down at her with a light in his eye that Kagome couldn't quite decipher, though it did funny things to her insides.

"Sorry," she finally mumbled. "I couldn't help it."

"Kagome, you never have to apologize for kissing me. Not ever."

She blushed even brighter. "But I cut you off, you were going to say something?"

"I was? I mean, I guess I was…" He shook his head as if trying to clear it.

"I think you started saying something like, There's a lot I wanted to say... Or something…" Kagome was suddenly desperate to hear whatever confession Inuyasha had been about to make.

"Oh yeah, right." He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, not sure how to casually shift back into bearing his soul to her.

"Well," she suggested, "why don't we go for a walk? Maybe as we walk, whatever it was you wanted to say will come back to you."

"Yeah, sure."

Inuyasha felt Kagome slip her small hand into his own, threading her slender fingers through his clawed ones. He squeezed her hand lightly and smiled at the sight. 'She's really back,' he thought to himself for what must have been the hundredth time that day.

"How about we walk down by the river?" Her voice dragging him back from his thoughts.

"Sure, whatever you want, wench." He blushed immediately. 'FUCK. First idiot and now wench?! Baka!'

He stammered. "I- I- I- Shit! Fuck! I'm sorry! I know you hate it when I call you that—"

Kagome placed a finger against his lips, trying to still his words, and when he finally stopped sputtering she moved her hand from his lips to cup his cheek instead.

"Don't apologize. It's one of the things I missed about being here… with you. I'd never let anyone else call me that…" she grimaced at the very idea of it before continuing. "But when you say it… I don't know. It feels like home, I guess."

She smiled up at him, a shy, lopsided smile.

He exhaled, returning her smile as he brought his other hand up to lay atop the one she'd placed on his cheek, giving it a small squeeze before pulling both hands away from his face.

"So the river then?" He asked.

"Yep! Let's go."

She tugged on the hand he still had threaded with her much smaller one, and the two of them walked slowly down towards the river.

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Who Needs Food When You Have Love? (Memori x Fem!Reader)

Fandom: The 100

Fanfiction By: @rmorningstar21 

Pairing: Emori x Fem!Reader x John Murphy

This will be cross-posted between my AO3 and Wattpad (rmorningstar21).

Warnings: Poly, a little swearing, needles

WC: 1890

“I bear the burden so that they don’t have to,” you murmured to yourself as you stared down upon Emori’s beautiful, sedated face, before glancing to the needle in your hand once more.  You, much like Octavia, had been the girl from underneath the floorboards.  You were an outcast upon the Ark, and it was only natural that you managed to fall for the two largest outcasts you had met down on Earth.  

A hand gently caressed Emori’s cheek, a sad smile against your lips as you moved to inject yourself with the black blood marrow experiment, feeling the foregein sensation taking over your body.  It had started with the pain simply from the injection, but your body had to process the new marrow as it began to course through you.  New cells formed in your body slowly, and yet, you knew you did the right thing.  Your voice rang out strong, true, as you called out to the rest of the group.  

“You’ll be testing it on me,” you said firmly.  

Clarke’s eyes widened, and yet she nodded with a tear in her eyes.  “You’ll be okay,” she lied to you, moving to guide you to the other medical bed to allow Emori to wake on her own.  “You’re strong, Y/N.”

“She’s your sister, Clarke,” Abby, your mother, gasped out with wide eyes.  Even so, she knew it needed to be done.  Abby had not been daft to the feelings she could see from your y/e/c orbs towards the two in question.  Though she had not understood exactly how you could love two people, two people like them, she knew it was why you had done it.  “Y/N, what if you die?”

“What if Emori did?” you shot back while crossing your arms against your chest.  “Just like the last test subject, she wasn’t a willing subject.  She knew that she would be the guinea pig, and that’s why she saved her own skin the first time.”

“But, Y/N,” Abby tried to counter, placing a hand upon your shoulder as tears welled in her eyes.  “We need you.”

“And I need them,” you spat back acidically, your y/e/c orbs shifted to a glare as you glanced over upon your mother.  “We will do the testing on me, and if it fails, you did everything to prevent the human race from going extinct.”

“Fine,” Abby said, her voice tight as she glanced away, moving over to distract herself with anything.  The waiting would be agonizing, impossible as she awaited to place her own daughter in the tube.  If it had been her first daughter, though, if it had been Clarke, surely she would have stopped it.  

Emori stirred, her face immediately drifting to panic as she glanced over at everyone.  Her voice was about to exert panic, but she could see the sadness against everyone’s faces...everyone except your own.  As the only person in the room despite John that she trusted, she hurried over to you, placing a hand against your shoulder as her eyes scanned your features.  “Did you let them inject me?” she questioned, worry clearly in her tone.  

“No, Em, I didn’t,” you said, forcing a smile against your lips as your gaze met her beautiful brown eyes.  “You should know by now I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

Emori’s brown eyes widened as she stared you down, her hand moving to meet your face for a moment.  Her thumb trailed your cheekbone as her lips dropped to a distressed frown.  Swallowing hard, she whispered her next words as she removed her hand and backed away.  “You didn’t…” her tone shook with each word.

“What didn’t she do?” John asked as he had finally made his way back over to the group, Clarke being the one to set him free of the restraints that held him to the ship.  He glanced from you to Emori, noticing the terror against her face.  “What’s wrong?”

“She did,” Clarke chimed in.  “But, it has to work.  She’s making the sacrifice so that we can all live.”

“And you’re okay with this?” John spat back, before moving over to your side, motioning with his eyes for Emori to join him.  “You’re okay with playing God on your own sister?”

“I made the choice,” you replied sheepishly, moving your hand to touch his arm gently to get his attention.  “I know how much the two of you mean to one another.  You need each other.”

“We need you, too,” Emori chimed in.  

You moved to press a kiss against Emori’s cheek, before John’s, a sad smile against your lips as you stood to your feet.  Not sure how two hours had already passed, you knew you were ready to test the black blood in your system.  Your eyes shifted to your mother, your sister, and then to Jackson as your tone was firm.  “I’m ready,” you said.  As much as you wanted to tell the two that you loved them, that you needed them as well, you knew it would just make everything hurt so much more.  Tears welled in your eyes as you moved over to the machine, opening it and lying down inside of the tube.  

Jackson was the one to place the EMR tags upon your skin to monitor your vitals as you would go in.  You could hear the faint tears of Emori as she stood beside John, but you dared not look in their direction as you closed your eyes.  Though anxiety filled your chest, you forced yourself to believe you were ready for exposure.  As you took the burden so that Emori would live, you had to believe that what you were doing was to make all of humanity live.  

When the tube had closed, you were unable to hear anything outside of it.  Each time that Jackson cranked the radiation, you were unaware, though you knew it had been happening.  With each tear that fell, each worried strain as the radiation rose, your heart-rate stood intact.  It seemed to be forever that you were in that tube, until your mother had been the one pulling you from the experiment.  

"It…" Abby breathed out as she checked over your body, checking for any sort of lesion.  "...worked!  As she moved to pull you into a bone-crushing hug, she continued.  "Don't you ever scare me like that again." 

Clarke had been the next to have dibs upon hugging you, though the two that you loved waited impatiently as you reunited with your Commander of Death sister.  Tears still shed from her blue eyes as she embraced you, though you knew as well as any that she would have lived with you dying in that tube.  It had been for the greater good, to save everyone, and you had simply gotten lucky that you were the second test subject.   

Emori was on your left, John on your right as the two of them practically squished you in embrace.  Holding you tightly to them, neither of them dared wish to let you go.  The two who would do anything to survive would have been lost without you, and yet, neither knew how to say it aloud.  

Emori still had fresh tears upon her face as the three of you separated, her eyes frantically searching your face for any sort of problem, anything that the radiation had done.  Finally, she breathed out, "You're okay!"  

It took mere moments for the black to begin to drip from your nose as you quickly separated from the woman.  Your hand moved to your face as you turned away, beginning to cough.  Black blood dripped from your hand to the floor as gasps sounded around you.  Lesions formed against your face and neck from the delay to the exposure as your world was spiraling to blackness.  As you fell, you were not even sure who's arms managed to catch you, or if you hit the cold tile.  

Waking had been like a dream, though you could feel strength as your y/e/c orbs opened once more.  As your gaze fixated above you, you found two sets of eyes staring down upon you.  Both your hands were held in a comforting manner, one by a strong hand while another by a more lithe one.  

"Y/N!" They both gasped, nearly at the same time as they noticed you waking.  A mix of relief and worry was present in both tones as they spoke, though your mind had yet to process the upturn of John's lips, or the softness in Emori's brown eyes.  The comfort of both of their hands would have made you blush if you had been more awake for it.  

In a groggy voice, you said, "I'm not dead, right?" 

"No, but you missed a lot," John said with a laugh.  "I guess I'm not the only cockroach after all." 

"John," Emori warned sharply before moving to squeeze your hand gently.  "How are you feeling, Y/N?" 

Though you did not want to move out of the comfort of both hands that held you, you pushed yourself up to a seated position, smiling at her softly.  "Honestly, great," you said with a soft chuckle.  "It helps that my two favorite people actually give a shit.  The treatment worked, though.  That means, depending on how long we have, we may have just saved the world." 

"It's a little late for that," John chimed in with an eye roll.  "There's a conclave in Polis over who gets a bunker, and even if we win, there isn't enough time to get there." 

"So, my mother and Clarke…" you began to question, glancing between the two of them.  

"In Polis," Emori confirmed, causing your heart to drop.  "John and I stayed back with you." 

"You remember that bunker we were stuck in for 84 days?" John mentioned snarkily, a smirk making its way to his face.  "We were thinking waiting out the end of the world in there." 

"How could I forget?" You replied with a chuckle.  "I- I wish you guys could have gotten someplace safer, though.  I'm so glad that the two of you cared enough to stick back, but what about survival?"   You raised an eyebrow at the two.  

"We can take supplies and food from the house," Emori suggested slyly, a smile against her lips. 

"And who needs food when you have love?" John added slyly, moving to press his lips against your own quite suddenly.  Though it was a chaste kiss, you had been stunned, barely having the chance to enjoy it, let alone kiss back.  Still, as your lips connected, you felt blush rise in your cheeks.  

To add to your shock, Emori moved to do the same, pressing her lips against your own rather suddenly.  As she did, you could feel John's hand tighten reassuringly upon your own.  It had been Emori that broke into laughter at the absolutely stunned look on your face.  

"I- I- um," you started, trying to think of a way to redeem yourself, though you fell short.  

"If it wasn't obvious, we both love you," John said with a smirk.  "The end of the world wasn't really when we wanted to admit it, but when isn't it the end of the world around here?" 

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In Too Deep

Chapter 13

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I listened to the front door latch click into place. Then, and only then, did I close my eyes.

I groaned, feeling parts of my body ache, while other parts were sore to the touch. What the hell was happening? At what point had I started to let Jared Bloody Leto own me?

I stood up gingerly, testing my legs which were still a little post-sex wobbly. The bed sheets were all over the place, pillows scrunched up; I gathered them into a pile, promising myself a big wash later when I came home.

At the foot of the bed, I caught sight of myself in the full length mirror. Christ, what on earth did he see in me. My hair was in need of a wash; more bedraggled than ‘bed head’ hair. And my shoulder was now purple bruised from Jared biting into me.

I took one more look, another deep breath, and headed for the shower. The hot water hit my skin, first washing off the smokiness of Shannon, then easing away the sexual tension that came hand in hand with his brother.

I stepped out, wrapping myself in a huge bath towel. I wiped the condensation from the mirror, gently pulling the comb through my hair. It would have to air dry today. I grabbed my face cream, applied some mascara and nude lippie, before checking out my wardrobe. Anonymous black it was, black Jeans, a sloppy T and biker boots.

My mind shifted to Jared again. I can’t understand the power and hold he has over me. Once he’s gone, that power fades and my real self returns; composed, professional and more than able to deal with the shit the world throws at you.

But fuck .... as soon as he walks back into my life, all resolve and sense heads south.

I buttoned my jeans and grabbed my bag. I’d forgotten my phone. It was lying in the bottom of my bag from last night. I remembered shoving it down, ignoring the missed calls from Shannon.

I switched it on, the screen was dead. “Shit, shit, shit.” The battery had run down. I had a list of people who’d be on my back if I didn’t respond immediately to messages.

Damn Jared and to hell with his demands. I grabbed the phone charger and shoved it into my bag which was characteristically full of the every day shit I carried around in my life.

I was furious with myself for not shouting out to Jess before she left for the office. I’d put sex before work for God’s sake. What was I thinking. My boots were by the door. I bent over to tug them on. I removed a scrap of folded paper from inside. I turned it over and saw my name scrawled on the outside. I unfolded it.

Lexy

When you close your eyes tonight, think of me baby girl. The power I have over you is pure pleasure.

J x

I read and reread those words, part of me wanting to fight against this power/control thing he had going on. But there was something delightful about giving yourself up to someone totally; caving in to their darkest needs, pleasure giving way to pain, giving way to a deeper understanding of each other’s sexual desires.

I was lost. I folded the scrap of paper and put it into a zipped pocket in my jacket. Damned man! Even when he’s not here, his presence is felt.

I locked the door behind me and hopped in the car, dodging through the lunch hour traffic, hoping Jess was coping with the workload single-handedly.

I pushed open the office door with my hip, bag slung over my shoulder and takeout coffee in each hand by way of apology. I figured it was the least I could do all things considered.

Jess had one phone glued to her ear while busily firing off a text on another. She looked up as I crashed noisily into the room.

“Yes Carrie! We’re doing fine. Just do what you have to do in New York. We’re more than capable of taking care of things this end.” As she said this, she glanced at me, rolling her eyes. She tapped her watch ... reminding me what time it was. “Yeah sure Carrie. OK. Are you sure you don’t want to talk to Lex?” She looked over with a grin on her face.

I frantically shook my head. I mouthed the word NO. Not Carrie on my back about Jared’s party. That was not what I wanted. Jess hung up, giggling at the horror written large across my face.

I placed the coffee on her desk and leaned over. “No questions, please Jess.” The less said about this morning the better. I had to focus on work with no distractions.

“That good eh?”

“No Jess, not talking!” I held my hand up. “I have to work on Shannon’s party .... no what I mean is Jared’s party, or I’ll be fired.”

Jess laughed and nodded. “OK Lex. Get on with it and thanks for the coffee.”

I plugged in my phone, watching the battery start to recharge. I’d need to crack on with emails first and then start to make an endless round of phone calls to suppliers. I checked on the guest list, checked invitations were being mailed. The caterers were vegan specialists but I had managed to get Jared to agree a few non-vegan dishes. Not easy but he caved in eventually. The DJ was, quite frankly, a huge pain in the ass and was making my life hell. Who the fuck did he think he was. I was tempted to call Jared and let off steam. But ... no ... not a good idea I decided.

After hours, powered only by the single coffee, I raised my head to check on Jess. She was busy tapping away on her keyboard, eyes locked on her screen.

“Everything OK over there? Earth calling Jess!”

She looked up and smiled. “So you’re back communicating with me are you? Is talking allowed now or what?”

I tried to look apologetic but I’m not too sure if I pulled it off. I shrugged my shoulders. “Work had to come first Jess!”

“Is that what happened this morning then,” she fired back, a wicked glint in her eye.

“Christ! Off limits girl, well off limits. Can’t go there and don’t want to go there.”

I could feel a blush rising in my cheeks. I went to speak but was literally saved by the bell, or at least my phone buzzing and beeping into life.

“Oh shit Jess. What have I missed while my battery’s been dead?” I picked it up and looked at the various messages.

Some of them related to the party and I’d already dealt with those queries. I clicked on the next message.

Jared: Lexy ... Keep your phone switched on. Don’t let me down. J x

Jess must have seen the look on my face because she walked over and perched, as she always does, on the edge of my desk. “Let’s have a look then Lex! I presume it’s yet another demand from Jared. Your face gives it all away.” I showed Jess the message.

“He wants to know I’m at his beck and call all times of the day Jess. It’s overwhelming,” I said, clicking in the reply box.

Lexy: My phone is charged, switched on, not on silent mode, ready for your calls, messages and anything else you care to throw at me: requests, demands, threats. Take your pick Jared!

I read the message and hit send. I knew I’d live to regret it but boy was he pushing every button at the moment. Straight away my phone buzzed.

Jared: You’re mine to tame Lexy. I like your spirit baby girl x

I hid my phone from Jess and sighed. “We should go grab a coffee. We’re both in need of a break.” I checked the time: 6pm. “Let’s head to LA Metro, that was cosy when I went there and they do really good coffee.”

“Nothing to do with Shannon then?” Jess asked, grabbing her bag from underneath her desk. She knew that’s where we’d met and maybe, subconsciously, I was drawn there for that reason.

“Let’s head down there and we’ll talk,” I said, holding open the door.

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It was just as good as I remembered it: warm, welcoming with the most wonderful aroma of coffee drifting out to greet you. We found ourselves a corner table and settled down. The babble of voices and conversations were a pleasing backdrop after the relative silence of office working.

We waited for the coffee to arrive before resuming the conversation that had sort of started back at work.

“So, what happened last night with Shannon?” Jess asked. “I didn’t hear you come in so it must have been really late.”

I looked down, rubbing my finger around the rim of the mug, working out how much of the story to tell.

I decided to start at the beginning. “Remember when you asked me about brothers and sisters. Remember I said I was an only child.” I paused, looking up at Jess. “I wasn’t telling the truth exactly.” I breathed deeply before carrying on. “I had a twin brother, Max.”

I wasn’t too sure I could hold it together to say much more than that. “Jess, it’s so difficult to talk about. He had his demons and one of those was drugs. He died from an overdose five years ago,” I said.

“It tore me apart and even now I struggle to deal with the pain. Let’s just say that last night brought it all back. I couldn’t stay and I ran away. I just left Shannon. I told him not to call me. I left him when he begged me to stay. I haven’t answered his calls....”

“Whoa slow down here Lex.” Jess reached over and held my hands tightly. Tears were running freely down my face now, the memory of Shan’s face imprinted forever in my memory. I never had time to save my brother. Now I had abandoned someone else I held close to my heart.

I covered my eyes, but then the sobs started. I felt Jess move to my side of the table and wrap her arms around me. “Lex, what happened that was so awful babe? You don’t have to tell me everything, but why did you run away?” She held my head to her chest, the rise and fall of her breathing calming me. She rubbed the back of my neck, waiting for an answer.

“He’d been taking drugs Jess. He was a total mess. I couldn’t handle it emotionally and I ran away. I told him he was a fucking idiot and I left. Just like that.

“I had no control last night. I lost control and I took it out on Shannon. He deserved better and I feel so guilty. And then this morning Jared arrived and ... well he took total control and I felt relieved .... I didn’t have to think, my body just responded to his demands and I caved in.”

I paused, wiping away the tears from my cheeks. “Jess,” I whispered. “I need to check that Shannon’s OK. If anything happened to him it would tear me apart.”

“In that case, take out your phone and we’ll work out the best message to send him,” she said, handing me a tissue and mirror to clean my face. “There’s no point putting it off any longer.”

I found my phone. Yet again it had slipped to the bottom of my bag. Thank goodness there were no messages waiting for me this time. I clicked on Shannon’s number.

Lexy: I’m sorry Shan. Please let me know you’re OK.

I hit send and then paused before the next message.

Lexy: I’m heartbroken xxx

The phone pinged.

Shannon: You’re not as sorry as I am <3 xxx

Shannon: Please don’t break my heart.

Lexy: Let’s start again ... but promise me ... no drugs ... please Shan.

Shannon: Help me then Lexy. Don’t leave me like last night. I want you here with me xxx

Jess finished off her coffee, watching Lexy smile as she read through the messages.

Lexy: Shall I come over? Only if you’re alone xxx

Shannon: I’m waiting. I’ll put the coffee on <3

I looked down at the message one more time before clicking off. “How do I look,” I said, turning to face Jess. I sighed and grabbed my bag, the usual black hole that swallowed entire parts of my life. “OK Jess. Here’s my make-up,” I said holding it up like a long lost treasure. “ Find the bathroom and try to make me look in some way human before I go and see Shan.”

 *************

I dropped Jess back home before hitting the LA rush hour, cursing the jams and the idiot drivers while surfing through various music stations to calm my mind.

It took forever but eventually I turned into his private estate, the gates opening and closing behind me. I parked up and took a deep breath, aware of last night and the emotions that had surfaced. Please Shan, I thought, please don’t let me down this time.

I grabbed my bag, checked my phone for messages (none thankfully) and headed for the door. I smiled when it opened after just one knock. Shannon matched me smile-for-smile, guiding me inside. No words were needed. I noticed he’d scrubbed up; the smell of beer and cigarettes replaced by a fresh citrus cologne. He was barefoot, joggers riding low on his hips and tattoos covered by a long sleeve T.

“Coffee’s on. Let’s go and sit down,” he said, again guiding me, hand on the small of my back, attentive and seemingly apologetic. “I... I’m really sorry about last night Lexy.” We were at the breakfast bar. He pulled out a stool and helped me sit down. He pulled another alongside and settled down.

“I owe you an apology.” He reached over and took my hand in his. “I hated everything about myself last night. Giving in to all that shit was the worst. And ..... I can’t bear the thought you had to see me in that state.”

I felt him gently apply pressure to my fingertips, rubbing his thumb from side to side, avoiding eye contact.

“Remember when we were on the flight over and I said I didn’t want you mixed up with all this shit. That’s part of it. I’m not perfect, I have my demons and – only very occasionally – they come and bite me on the ass.”

I was taking this all in, listening and thinking what to say. I slipped off my stool, and stood next to him, pushing open his legs so they straddled my hips. He shifted forward so I could  rest my head on his chest. I felt his arms fall gently on my back.

“Shan, there was a very good reason I ran off and left you last night.” I paused, feeling that knot of dread tightening in my stomach. “We’re both strangers to each other really. When we met on the plane, I was so attracted to you. I mean really attracted Shan. When we parted you were on my mind all the time.

How did I begin to tell him about Max, the drugs and my broken heart?

“I felt his fingers move, tracing up and down my spine. “So what happens next Lexy? Do we still see each other?”

I sighed, rubbing my cheek against his T-shirt. “That depends Shan. It depends on so much.”

I looked up, feeling his hands move to my hips, guiding me in closer. “Talk Lexy. I can tell something’s bothering you. Take your time and just tell me what’s up.” His words were spoken slowly, matching the rhythm of his fingertips on my skin.

I began: “Last night brought back memories which I keep buried deep within me. It’s something I don’t talk about. Seeing you in that state made me realise how deeply I feel about you. The thought of something happening to you ....” I paused for a moment, collecting myself. “Just the thought was too much.”

I continued: “I’ve been there before you see. I’ve experienced that heartache of losing someone I love through drugs.”

I went on to tell him about Max, the painkillers leading to heroin, his death and the endless counselling that failed me. I talked more about my twin brother in those moments than I have since sitting in front of all those therapists years ago.

“And that’s why I had to leave last night. I was terrified of losing someone else to drugs.”

What I didn’t say was someone else I felt so strongly about. I wasn’t going to say the L Word but Shannon was worming his way under my skin.

“Oh fuck Lexy I’m so sorry.” I felt his arms pull me in tight, holding me, holding back the emotions fighting to drag me under.

“That’s why Shan,” I murmured. We stayed there, me standing, him sitting on the bar stool, bodies joined in that moment. “That’s why I left ... and that’s why I’m back ... because if anything happened to you, it would break my heart again.”

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Alphonse Elric x reader

•Request?: NO •Rating: Sfw

•Genre: Fluff •Oneshot

(Y/n)'s P.O.V~

Hello everyone, how are you? My name is (y/n) (l/n). I used to be an orphaned girl when my parents died of some plague but now I'm living in a new home with wonderful people. You see, when my parents died, I left my home and began to wonder around looking for a new place to stay.

I eventually stumbled upon a mechanic shop in a small town called Resembool. I was so exhausted and weak that I collapsed on their front yard. They were really kind and let me stay with them. That's how I came to live with the Rockbell family. It's been about a year since I have lived with them and I have learned a lot about them.

Winry told me about her parents, they taught me about automail, and they told me about the famed Elric brothers. I have yet to meet them but from Winry and Granny Pinako have told me, I feel like I already know them. I asked one time if I could meet them but Winry said they never call and rarely visit.

This also induced an anger rant about how they could at least stop by for dinner every once in a while. I honestly loved living here with the Rockbell's. They feel like my own family now. Anyways, I was laying in my bed just trying to relax when I heard a loud crash and a pained cry.

I also heard Winry yelling something about calling first. Curiosity filled me and I left the confides of my room to investigate. When I got to the main room, I was met with the sight of two new people. A smaller boy with golden hair and eyes and a very tall suit of armour. I immediately recognise them as the Elric brothers.

"Oh (y/n) good timing, I was just about to get you! This is Edward and Alphonse." Winry said as she pointed to the respective boy. "It's nice to meet you, my name is (y/n)." I said to them, slightly quieter than I would have liked. I guess I'm still not used to being around people.

"No need to be shy! A friend of Winry is a friend of ours." Edward said with a big smile. "Yah, brothers right. Consider us friends now (y/n)." Alphonse chimed in with a kind voice. I could feel myself relax at their comforting words. This was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

**small time skip**

It's been close to two weeks since the Elric brothers have come back to Resembool and I have gotten quite close to them. They told about their sin and the prices they paid and they told me about their past when they would play with Winry and fight over her.

I wish I could have know them back then. Since the brothers have gotten here I also learned about their personalities. Edward is the more outgoing, short-tempered brother. He tends to act without thinking and has a hard time expressing his feelings but I know he cares. He hates milk and will blow a fuse if you call him short.

He once said he liked me cause we were the same height. Alphonse on the other hand is the calmer, younger brother. He is more on the reserved side and is very sweet. He loves cats and is more rational than his brother. I am a bit closer to Alphonse seeing as we have a lot in common. Ed is like a brother and I greatly ship him with Winry.

I, however, have grown to develop a slight liking to the younger Elric. I have spent nights awake with him since his body can't sleep. We would talk for hours about what he would do when he gets his body back. We would also try to think of ways to convince Ed to get a cat. We truly just click.

This morning, however, they brothers gave us all the news that they had to leave. "We are leaving tomorrow morning, we can't waste anymore time getting our bodies back. Winry, I promised the next time I make you cry it will be tears of joy. I'm going to keep that." Edward said, looking at said blonde girl.

He then turned to me. "(Y/n). Me and Al may not have known you long but I'm making a promise to you too. We'll get our bodies back and then we can truly get to know each other." He then walked up to me and whispered in my ear. "And when we get our bodies back I'm sure Al will want to get to know you really good." He pulled away with a cheeky smile and I could feel my face burning.

He knew?! I punched him in the shoulder but he just laughed. We all walk out to see the brothers off and when we got outside, Al pulled me to the side. "Like brother said I know we haven't know you for long but I feel like I've known you forever. You have treated me like a normal human and I really appreciate it. I guess what I'm trying to say is I think I like you (y/n)." My cheeks flare up once more at his words.

"I like you too Alphonse. I know you'll get your body back and when you do. I'll be here waiting for you." I pull him down and place a kiss where his cheek would be. "I'm counting on it." I could hear the smile in his voice and we walk back to the others. The Elric brothers say goodbye and head off with a wave.

"What did Al say (y/n)?" Winry asked with a mischievous smile. "Oh just that you and Ed would be cute together." I joked at her. It was her turn to blush and she shouted at me embarrassed. We laughed and head back inside with Granny. We were confident the next time we saw the brothers they would be back in their own bodies.

**TIME SKIP**

It had been a while since the Elric brothers had left and even though I was confident they were fine, I couldn't help worrying. I knew Winry felt the same as well. We were in the kitchen and I was helping her bake an apple pie. We heard Den barking outside. "What is that dog barking out now?" Winry sighed out.

"I'm not sure." I said back when we heard two familiar voices. We both went to the front door and Winry opened it. What we saw brought tears to my eyes. Edward and Alphonse Elric. My sweet Alphonse in his own body. Edward with his arm back. They'd done it. They kept their promise.

Both me and Winry ran to them and tackled them in a hug. When we stood, I looked into the golden eyes of the boy who holds my heart. "You did it Alphonse, you got your body back." Tears escaped my eyes as I hugged him once more.

When we pulled back he gently cupped my cheek and placed a warm kiss on my lips. My heart fluttered at the feeling. "I love you (y/n). Thank you for waiting for me." He said when we pulled back. "I loved you too Al, and I told you. I'd wait for you until the end of time if I had too."

Our sweet moment was broken when the other Elric opened his mouth. "My dear younger brother is all grown up, how cute." I turned and glared at him. I walked over and punched him in the shoulder and then pulled him into a hug a well. He tensed up and I could tell I surprised him.

"I knew you both could do it. Thank you for keeping your promise. I also think you should tell Winry how you feel before it's to late." I pulled out of the hug and walked back over to Alphonse and we went inside, leaving a flustered and a confused Winry outside.

Alphonse and I settled on the couch and began to talk. "So what are you going to do now that you got your body back?" I held his hand, gently stroking his soft skin. "Well I want to go to Xing and learn all about alkahestry." I could feel myself sadden a bit but I was willing to support him.

"So you're leaving again? Just promise me you'll be safe okay?" He chuckles a bit and places his other hand on top of mine. "That's just it (y/n). I want you to come with me. I don't want to leave you and I really do love you. Please come to Xing with me. Stay by my side (y/n)." More tears spill and I pull him into another hug. "Of course I'll go with you! I love you so much Alphonse Elric." And that was the start of a beautiful relationship.

A/N: First post on tumblr! The first few stories are coming from my wattpad just to let all of you know. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed and keep reading my lovelies~💕