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vamossainz55 · 2 years

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Moonlight Chapter 2 || Carlos Sainz x Reader

A/N: Hey guys!! I hope everybody's doing well. I told myself that I would have the next chapter up for next week but my brain is literally going a mile a minute so I decided to finish up the second chapter already (it is almost 1am lmao). Idek if anybody is reading this but I might have some mistakes here and there but please feel free to let me know!! All constructive criticism is appreciated. This chapter is also a bit rushed but I feel like I want to do some building + context before throwing it all in but I am hoping to get more Carlos into the next chapter <3. Thank you so much and I literally love you if you are still reading until here.

ANYWAYS im done xoxoxo.

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Chapter 2 (4k words)

You don’t sleep at all that night, your mind is spinning and a part of you knows that all the drinks you had were finally catching up to you. Your eyes scan the ceiling, deciding to focus on the small dent you had accidentally left there in hopes to get your mind to still. You couldn’t believe what you had read. McLaren? Out of all teams? A part of you even wants to laugh, because of course this would happen to you.

You pick up your phone again, read over the email again, and again, and again. How were the words not changing? How were you supposed to join a team knowing Carlos was going to be there? What were you going to do?

A weird mix of emotions settle in your chest. Happiness, excitement, nervousness, pride, and even anger- and maybe a little sadness. You had dreamt about this opportunity for as long as you could remember. Why were you so worried about so many things?

There was one main question drumming in your head, what would happen if you took it?

You ponder at that thought for what feels like hours, but soon enough your eyes begin to grow heavy. As worried as you were, your body was beginning to shut down, begging to finally get some rest.

Right before you drift off to sleep you think to yourself still,

What am I going to do?

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The next day you wake up with the sleep still sticking to your eyes. You had managed to get some sleep, but you didn’t feel like you had gotten enough rest. Your eyes were heavy and your body was sore from the night before. You try your best to settle yourself back to sleep but the moment you close your eyes your mind decides otherwise.

Thoughts of an orange team flood your brain along with a certain driver, but before you can start thinking too much a knock on the door rips your attention away.

“Y/n? I’m coming in,” Your roommate announces. You let out a loud groan, telling her to go away, but before you can even finish your sentence you hear your door open and feel a strong weight on your bed. Soon enough you’re being crushed, your roommate’s body sprawled over yours.

“Oh come on- fuck off, get off of me,” you whine as you hear Jane laugh and shift a bit to lay beside you instead. Being awake for so long helps you notice the soft pressure in the center of your head that slowly begins to spread. Yeah, you were definitely hungover.

“You smell gross,”Jane says, soon getting inside the covers with you. She feels warm and you can’t help but scoot closer. “You never wanna go out and party with me but you do with Laura,” She says playfully. “But you had fun? Laura told me a guy came home with you.”

And fuck- right. You had forgotten about Bastien. “A guy? Yeah yeah, he dropped me off last night. He asked me out on a date.” You tell her, and you can feel a slight swoop in your stomach still. “I’m actually excited?” You’re a bit nervous at the thought of it. It was rare for you to get excited about these things- let alone to say it outloud.

Jane grins. “You’re excited for a date? Am I hearing you right?” She asks and you can already feel your cheeks heating up so you try your best to look away and come off as casual.

“He’s really cute and nice. But he told me he’s just here visiting a friend and looking for jobs so it might not even go anywhere.” You say with a shrug. You wondered if it was weird or not but you felt that it was a bit reassuring to not know where it was going to go, like there weren’t many expectations going into it. If he wasn’t going to be around anyways it would be fine if it didn’t work out.

Jane’s asking when the date is and she is quite surprised by your answer, “The date’s tonight,” You say before explaining, “but we didn’t agree on the time. Should I text him and ask?”

The look Jane gives you almost makes you laugh. “No, are you crazy?” She exclaims and you wince at how loud she is being, suddenly remembering about the headache that is spreading through your head.

“Wait for him to text you, and if he doesn’t then his loss you know?,” She says, getting off the bed. You think for a second, and yeah, maybe she is right. You could wait and see if he would show up or not.

“Where are you going?” You ask, peering over the sheets to look at her. As much as you needed it you did not want time by yourself to think about things.

“Oh I’m coming back, I’m just getting you some painkillers and water,” she says matter of factly and you return her kindness with a smile.

“Love you!” You say as you watch her head out of the door.

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Bastien does end up texting back, and you both go out to dinner that night. It’s nice, the conversation is casual and you both realize it wasn’t just the alcohol talking the night before. You’re a bit too smitten for your liking but you try your best to ignore it.

He offers to drive you home but by the way he holds the lower of your back you both know it isn’t just for a drive. It’s thrilling really, to sneak someone upstairs again- begging them to be quiet to not wake up your roommate (because of course you wouldn’t hear the end of it). But you both get away with it, and waking up next to someone the next day makes it even more worth it.

It wasn’t really supposed to become a thing but it does. Bastien had told you over your date that he was only around for the next two weeks. Mainly a mix of hanging out and catching up with friends along with job interviews and looking over other opportunities. You prep yourself for disappointment, tell yourself that it is a one and done, but that’s far from what ends up happening.

You see him almost every day, he would either drop by with lunch, dinner, or even a coffee to just squeeze some extra time with you. You would let him sneak into yours at night and he would often pick you up to give Laura a break and stay at his. It’s like you were floating on cloud 9. He meets your friends and you meet some of his. Everything is new, fresh, and exciting.

So much happens that you don’t even realize you’re in your own little bubble.

But every bubble is bound to burst.

It happens to you a whole week after you take Bastien to the airport (with the promise of keeping in touch and seeing eachother soon). Your mind is still preoccupied with him- you both were still texting practically every day- and if you knew any better you were practically dating. But were you really?

Sure you were practically attached to the hip the whole time you were here, and sure he was texting you good morning, good night, and everything else between the day. But were you really dating?

There were so many questions still that you had completely forgotten about your upcoming semester. The internship. Your mind suddenly springs. You were sitting at the table with Laura and a few other people in your major when Theo mentions how he had just accepted the offer he had gotten over a week ago. You had completely forgotten about your own offer and it had been over 3 weeks since you had gotten your email.

“Shit- shit, no way.” You murmur to yourself as you open your phone. Most of the table is distracted in their own conversation but you can feel Laura and one or two other pairs of eyes scanning over you in interest as you scroll through your phone. How could you be so stupid and forget about it? You read through your emails quickly, scrolling through and looking for the email that had sent you the offer.

You finally see the latest email that you had gotten from them. Your heart sinks as your phone loads, already dreading what the email would say.

It finally loads and you take a deep breath before reading.

F1 Talent Program Offer: 3 days to Deadline. | Received: 2d ago

One day left to decide. You let out a nervous laugh as you run your hand through your hair, letting out a shaky breath. Could you even make a choice within a day?

“What are you looking at?” Laura huffs, leaning next to you to read over your shoulder. She practically lets out a gasp before looking at you, eyes wide. “Y/n! Oh my god. You did it!” She says and before you know it you feel two arms wrapped around you and squeezing you tight and knocking the air out of you.

“What’s going on, what happened?” You hear one of your classmates ask. Laura chimes in before you can, and you can hear the pride in her voice as she announces it.

“She got accepted for the engineering talent program for F1!” She says proudly and you force a smile onto your lips as you can hear everyone gasp. Soon the table is congratulating you and you thank everyone quite sheepishly. As much as you wanted to get mad at Laura you could tell how happy she was for you.

You try your best to smile it off, not wanting to seem ungrateful for the opportunity but you can tell Laura knows something is off. You feel a grip on your shoulder before you realise Laura is pulling you step aside for a bit. You stumble a bit to follow her and go to ask if everything is okay but Laura beats you to it.

“So? What’s wrong? You should be exhilarated about this- bragging left and right.” Laura says, already crossing her arms across her chest. Four years of friendship and you are still amazed with how well she can read you.

“I am happy, I am.” You try your best to say convincingly but the look Laura gives you says enough. “No- seriously I am. I can’t believe I got it. You know how hard I worked for this?” You say, and its true. All the hard work you had put in the past years was for this moment. The sleepless nights before an exam, the being away from family to be able to study at the best school, missing out on parties to be able to get enough sleep for class, even the endless nights crying when everything became too much. It was all for this moment.

“But?” Laura asks, and she can tell that you are thinking too much. You tend to do that thing where your nose twitches slightly, whenever your brain begins to eat itself from the inside out and let the worries settle in.

“I got accepted into McLaren.” You tell her quietly because it's embarrassing to say it outloud. Embarrassing to admit to yourself how much Carlos still had a hold of you.

Her brows furrow slightly and she gives you a shrug. “So?”

You frown at her. Although she was not into racing you were pretty sure you had kept her updated with where Carlos would be going within the upcoming season. “I told you. Carlos is going to join McLaren. What if I have to see him? Talk to him? Work with him?” You say, this time even more quietly but just because you can feel your other friends trying to snoop and look over to you both.

“Again, so?” Laura asks, and this time she shakes her head and takes your hands into hers. “Y/n, look at me.” She says, squeezing your hands gently. “You’ve been dreaming about this since before I met you.” Her voice is soft yet firm, and somehow you feel your chest begin to swell. “Do not let someone from the past scare you away from your future. You have to take this opportunity y/n.”

You stare at her for a bit, letting out a shaky breath. Your heart is beating in your ears because she is right. You have been dreaming about this for ages. You pull her into a tight hug, tucking your face into her shoulder.

“Thank you.” You say, already feeling part of the weight on your shoulders slowly lifting. You slowly pull away, smiling at her from ear to ear. “Come over to mine? I need to send in my acceptance.”

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Accepting the offer was less dreadful than you thought, taking into account that you weren’t starting the internship after your graduation. But time flew by faster than you thought it would.

The months between accepting the offer and starting at McLaren were eventful. Looking back, you had too many exams, too much stress, and simply too much to do. You were grateful though that you got to enjoy some of the last months with your friends before you all headed to do different things. Not only were you able to finish all your academic requirements but you had finally decided to pay more attention to your personal life too.

You finally caught up and partied with the girls, had more days out with them, and just enjoyed your time without worrying too much about your next lecture, class, or exam. It was relaxing to finally be able to let go a bit and have fun. Not only that- but Bastien came to visit often too. Before you even realized everybody already knew that the both of you were dating, but by the time you found out you didn’t really mind either. You both worried about the distance considering your internship and how he was still traveling around looking for a job whilst freelancing- but you both figured with a little faith you could make it work.

Even graduation passed by like a breeze. Your parents and your sister flew in and soon enough you were already packing your things into boxes and luggages. Half of your things were being shipped back home as you could not take them around with you so you were definitely forced to pack light.

And that’s how you ended up there. Staring at the McLaren headquarters, nervously fixing one of the bracelets on your wrist as you waited outside. You had been one of the first few to arrive, but to be fair you had arrived a bit earlier than the agreed time. You couldn’t help but look around, the office was bigger than you thought, along with the large lake adorning the side of the building, it looked amazing and you were trying your best to keep yourself composed without taking photos of everything. You had seen the McLaren headquarters a lot through photos and videos- but this was the first time you were anywhere near it- let alone about to step in. As you looked around more people seemed to trickle in. The others seemed to also be amazed by the site, scanning over the whole area. Even the surroundings were nice and peaceful, vast greenery covering the whole area and more. Soon you heard the automatic doors open alongside a pair of footsteps.

“Hi, welcome! I’m Andrea. Sorry for the wait.” A woman said, waving at you all. She was wearing a McLaren polo shirt along with black slacks. “Come in, I’ll take you to one of our presentation rooms and we can kick off with some introductions. We’ll have our basic induction and onboarding before handing you off to your own departments and managers.” She announced, eyes meeting yours quickly as she also smiled and looked at everyone else. You can’t help but have a voice in the back of your head telling you to keep an eye out for a certain spanish man. You were absolutely dreading bumping into him.

The ceilings seem even taller from the inside, and the glass walls allow natural light to fill the building. You look around as you follow Andrea, appreciating the clean and modern design the building had adopted. “Here, come in.” Andrea says, soon opening the door to a medium sized auditorium with a powerpoint slide already splayed on the screen.

The onboarding goes by smoothly and you all introduce yourselves one by one. You’re a bit nervous since you introduce yourself first, but you get through it quickly before others follow up with their own introduction. After going through almost half of the room you soon learn there are three other interns from other departments also joining and you relax a bit knowing you were all in a similar situation. A bit after the introductions you all go through some general knowledge about McLaren, learning about the values and the mission of the company. After a few more fun facts you’re all sent off with your own managers who are waiting outside at the door.

“Y/n?” A man asked, stepping closer to you. You turn and smile once you see a tall man with short black hair.

“Hi yes, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you.” You say with a smile, putting your hand out for a handshake. He takes this moment to introduce himself.

“Hi, perfect! My name is Tom. Welcome to the team.” He says before pulling his hand away. He nods slightly towards the direction you both are supposed to go to before explaining the day’s run down. “We’ll take these first few weeks for you to look over the systems we use, learn more about them, and get familiar with them. We can analyze past data and see how you interpret it compared to our previous interpretations.” You nodded along as you followed him, already getting excited as he also told you more about the team.

“We will also have an event later tonight with everyone, just a few welcoming drinks. You don’t have to show up but it would be nice and good for you to socialize with everyone too.” Tom smiles as he opens the door to one of the rooms. Something from the corner of your eyes captures your attention but once you look over it's gone. You look back ahead of you and take a deep breath before stepping in.

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You’re barely there for a full working day and your brain is fried. Numbers were printed into the inner corners of your brain and you had learned so much that you weren’t sure if you had enough space to store it all. Despite your exhaustion and the overload of information you were buzzing. You could already feel your fingers twitching, ready to get your hands on something and to help out. They had explained to you that the first few weeks were a bit hands-off, focusing on getting you settled in and learning mostly the theory behind it all but you felt like you couldn’t wait. So much was happening around you and you wanted to do something more.

“I think we have our welcoming drinks in a bit. How about we head out there and you can meet some people from the other departments?” Tom offers and you thank him, already following him with a few other newcomers that had joined the team too. You had made friends with a woman who had recently joined too, Cara, as you both were one of the few women within the engineering team, so you stuck to her side as you all trickled into the room.

“I think I’m going to nib a few snacks.” You say, already nodding at Cara, so you both decide to walk together to the table with several snacks. You grab a small plate and a few of the snacks, waiting for Cara to grab something for herself too. Once you’re back to Tom and the others you set your plate on the table, “I grabbed a bit extra, just in case anybody wanted a bite too.” You smile. Tom seems to look over the plate, already ready to fish a sandwich off your plate when you see two figures coming over, and one seems a bit too familiar. You tense a little and instantly grow quiet, already looking away before even making sure if you had seen the right thing or not.

“Tom! Hey, how are you?” Zak says, grinning as he pats Tom on the back. You’re torn between looking over or keeping your eyes away, but as soon you hear the other person’s voice you screw your eyes shut, already feeling your heartbeat race.

“Hello Tom, Zak told me we had new people starting. Decided to drop by since we’re gonna be working together a lot no?” And you don’t even need to look over to know who’s voice it is. You can’t tell if there’s a knot in your throat or the food is coming back up because you start to feel a bit sick. Your legs twitch to get up, but your brain is screaming not to run. Not in front of your new manager, and even worse the CEO of your company.

You quietly look over, already feeling your palms get clammy. Zak and Carlos look so focused on Tom that you realize they had barely looked over to the rest of the group, but Tom decides to change this. “Yeah- yeah. Everyone here’s new. Wanted to get them to mingle a bit.” He says, soon turning to you all. Zak and Carlos look towards you all, smiling. A part of you wonders if he doesn’t recognize you but you notice the moment that he does.

He freezes a bit and blinks, eyes locked on yours and you quickly look away, breaking eye contact. Tom and Zak don’t even notice, not until Cara approaches Carlos, who barely reacts as he shakes her hand. As Carlos is, he quickly recovers and composes himself, apologizing before introducing himself.

“So this is Cara, she is our new Junior Aero Engineer, she worked quite a bit in the W League and in the F2 series,” Tom says. Carlos manages to make some eye contact but you can feel his eyes shift from her to you but you try not to look back at him. After three more introductions Tom shifts the attention to you.

You force yourself to look this time and you bite the inside of your cheek to remain calm. You can see Carlos is about to say something, but he struggles to find the words. His eyes are a bit all over the place, and his nose is twitching the way it does whenever he’s nervous. The tension is suddenly visible in the group and all eyes are on you both.

“Do you know each other?” Zak asks, deciding to be the one to break the silence.

“Actually,” Carlos starts.

“No- no we don’t.” You casually laugh, and what? You were meant to stay quiet. But what were you supposed to do? Let Carlos tell not only Tom, but also Zak, and the rest of the team that you used to what, date? A part of you realizes, maybe he was going to say friends. But it was too late now. “My name is y/n. Nice to meet you” You say, and you can tell Carlos’ demeanor instantly changes. His back straightens and he quickly plasters on the tight lipped smile you used to hate. “I’m,” You stutter a bit when he holds your hand to shake it, “I’m the new Engineer Intern.” and you can tell he’s upset. His eyes are cold as he locks eyes with you again. This time you can’t look away.

“Carlos.” He says shortly. It pierces through you like a knife. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” You murmur.

You feel a pool of instant regret settling in your stomach as he turns his back towards you and goes to greet the other new starters.

What had you gotten yourself into?

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gorey-maiden · 1 year

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Slashers react to you having a panic attack-

Michael:

you where home alone while Michael was out doing whatever he does, you where sitting on your bed waiting to get a massage from your dream college you sat there anxiously your hand playing with the hem of your sweater just then you heard a sing for your laptop you clicked on the email and began to skim over it to get straight to the point "we're sorry to inform you" is all you had to read you fail, tears began to fall down your cheeks as you start to shake "I try so hard am I just stupid?..." you ask yourself as your thoughts swirled in your mind and throat became sore shaking you were startled by the sound of the bedroom door creaking open, you look up to see your boyfriend standing there tilting his head "oh hey love-" you hiccup and wipe your face forcing a sad smile he walks up to you and sits on the edge of the bed he puts a piece of your hair behind your ear looking at you with concerned eyes "uhm its stupid I-I just got rejected from my college" you say looking at your hand with embarrassment he pulls you in close and leans you on his chest, you listen to his heartbeat calming you down who knew Michael had a heart.

Thomas:

you were standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes while waiting on dinner you heard screaming coming from the front door Thomas comes walking quickly down to the basement with a girl over his shoulder and a guy being pulled by his hair you've had a bad past with loud noises and confrontations so you hated it luda gave you a worried look noticing the quickening of your breath and the stressed look on your face she give you a nod and you go upstairs to the bedroom that you and Thomas shared, you sat on the bed with your legs crossed under you and a small blanket over your shoulders "damn it (y/n) wait cant you stop being so sensitive" you thought as you clasped your hands together leaning them on your forehead closeing your eyes tight trying to block out the blood curdling screams coming from downstairs, after that didn't work and you started to shake you flop backwards and put a pillow over your head the muffled sounds seemed to help not knowing how much time had past you felt a presents beside you, you raise the pillow enough to see Thomas looking at you with worried eyes he wipes your cheek not even knowing you had been crying "I'm fine huh just a little overstimulated" I say with a soft laugh but he didn't seem amused, he walk to the other side of the bed kick off his shoes and joining me the pulls me to lay myself on top of him he rups my arm and plays with my hair "I love you tommy" I say nuzzling into his neck.

Billy&stu

you were sitting at your desk studying for your final exam before summer break you've been very stressed out all night staying up until 1am trying to figure things out "shit shit shit what if I fail my parents are gonna be so mad I'm gonna have to start the whole grade over again" you think as you start to shake and cry, you try to get up to get some fresh air but instead sliding down the door of your bedroom laying on the cool floor, you had at thought and pulled out your phone shakily and called up your boyfriends knowing they where the only thing that could help "hello? (y/n) is everything okay" billy says you called him knowing stu is probably over at his house like always and stu never picks up the phone "n-no please come over I really need you two right now" I say sobbing into the phone "okay baby we'll be over right away" he say hanging up the phone a few minutes pass and you hear taps on your window you go and open the curtains seeing your teo dorky boyfriends crawling on the over hand of your house, you open the window "thanks for coming" I say huging them when they step inside "aw pup its alright we'll always be here" stu say huging you back tightly, they pull me over to my bed and throw the sheet over us they squeeze you in the middle and cuddle you till your hearts content after telling them what's wrong.

Jason:

you where taking a stowell as you usually did since it was boring when jason would go and set traps, where walking in the main part of the camp when you see a truck of teens roll up you were confused on how they got in since the gate was rushed shut "hey sweetie what's a cutie like you doing in the dangerous woods" a sleazy guy says being out of the car along with his other friends "yeah why don't you join us we'll show you a good time promise" another guy say closing close to me grabbing my arm "No I'm fine thanks" you say trying to pull away but the guys try to grab you and pull me towards the car you punched a in the face and knee a guy in the stomach running from the group hearing them laugh, you run to the share cabin and sat on the couch feeling the bruises of where the guys had grabbed you, you start to shake and bawl your eyes out you look up the see Jason standing with his machete dropping out to the floor and quickly walking over to you he sits by you puting you on his lap cradling you , you see him sign "are you alright?" "yeah I'm okay what did you do with them" I say already knowing "I saw them hurt you so I hurt them 10× more" he signed noting his chin on the top of your head "I love you" you say hugging his neck, you could feel the blush radiating off of him.

#horror #horror movies #michael myers #jason voorhees #billy and stu #slashers #oneshot #headcanon #x reader

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timeoverload · 8 months

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Last night I got quiet because you tried to tell me that I'm moving too fast and that I'm "haunting you". I don't think I'm moving too fast at all because we have known each other for 860 days now (28 months, 1 week). We met April 13, 2021. I remember things like that. I thought you wanted me to give you space or something so I did and then you got upset about it. What do you want me to do??? I can't help that I'm clingy and I think we should be married by now but unfortunately we're not!! In my mind, I already see you as my husband. It also seemed like you were mad at me and being aggressive and I didn't want to make it worse. I thought you might have been drinking or something last night but I don't know that for sure. I'm sorry you are unhappy and I wish I could make you feel better but you won't let me get any closer to you so I'm not able to do that. I'm sorry I upset you. You also know damn well this isn't a one-sided connection so stop being delusional!! You know I love you!! I'm just frustrated with the situation and I feel like I'm not allowed to interact with you since you denied who you were when I messaged you that one time. I'm not stupid and I know it's you!!

Also, I appreciate you all sending me nice messages but I feel like you are just teasing me right now. Are you actually going to give me something or are you just trying to get my hopes up? I will believe it when I see it and I want you to prove it!! I just want to be with Maxwell. I don't want to wait until my sleeve is done. :( Sometimes I want to throw a tantrum when I go into the shop just to get my point across but luckily I have self-control and I don't want you to kick me out or tell me I can't come back. I'm not going to do anything like that but it's getting harder for me not to say something about it. I won't though because I'm shy. I just don't want to be in this situation anymore so I'm sorry for being so impatient.

I am just so tired right now. I can't think straight at the moment. It has been a long day and I didn't get enough sleep last night. I didn't fall asleep until 1am and then I had to get up at 6. I had some weird dreams. I was almost late to work today because I didn't wake up when I normally do. My head also hurts again and I have a sore throat. My sister is sick right now so hopefully I'm not getting whatever she has. The heat is kicking my ass. I am going to try not to stay up as late as I did last night so I hope I feel better in the morning. I can't focus anymore right now and I don't have much else to say. Anyway, I'm trying to be optimistic that tomorrow will be better. Have a great night everyone.

#personal

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theonewithnodamnname · 11 months

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a couple years ago i made “character aesthetics” based off of my family and i genuinely can’t tell if they’re bad or not. it might be me just putting my fam on blast 😭

dad -

drunken laughter; bar fights; late-night grocery runs; falling asleep on the couch; not passing the breathalyzer; blowing cigarette smoke in someone’s face; walking on a broken ankle; two-thousand dollars in one-dollar bills; jumping off of buildings; escaping vehicles on foot; skipping school for a party; sneakers that are falling apart; punching someone for fun; getting blamed for everything; flipping off teachers; telling unbelievable yet true stories; feeling your heart skip from fear; play fighting turned real; scamming scammers; kicking someone out who looked good last night; broken trust; edgy comedy movies; annoyed sighs; crying and saying you have something in your eye; petting a subway rat; regretting the past

mom -

simple outfits with extra jewelry; burning your hand; road rage; flipping someone off behind their back; knowing everyone and everything about them; quick showers; football jerseys; lying to your doctor; angry mutters; the smell of a good dinner; tears of joy; reconnecting with old friends; throwing up on someone; gold jewelry; a mother’s love; tapping fingers; loving a movie you thought you’d hate; trying not to judge; getting bored; going days without sleep; taking pills that aren’t prescribed to you; classic horror movies; vintage clothes; wearing the same perfume; tired eyes; sore feet from walking; burning an ex’s clothes; putting a cigarette out in someone’s water; smiling then crying at memories; getting lost on a road trip; sunsets by the forest; snuggling with a pet; warm hugs

sister -

graphic t-shirts; melting ice cream; being thrown around on a carnival ride; 1970s music; screaming at the top of your lungs; appreciating the oldies; running away from home; gardening at 1AM; headphones; a small dog’s bark; cracked phone screens; humming; notebooks with yellowing paper; cherry candies; taking off your heels and carrying them; jumping on the bed; feeling too tired to get up and too awake to sleep; fingerless gloves; swinging on a swing set; the last green leaf in autumn; knowing when you’ve been let down; remembering pieces of a dream; writing down crazy thoughts; marvel comic books; having that one best friend; online shopping; saying you hate someone only to take it back after five seconds; sleeping with lots of blankets in winter; the relief when you find a shoulder to cry on

me -

a wolf’s tracks in snow; finding forgotten songs; horror movies at midnight; whispering too loud; ripped jeans; frustrated sighs; sneaking off; enjoying the feeling of cigarette in your hand but not smoking; breaking fragile things; bottling up your emotions until you can’t; the smell of gasoline; late night road trips; staying up until 4AM; head-rushes; natural long nails; scarred skin; noir movies; cycling through the same outfits; creepy circus music; strange noises at night; full moons; the feeling of being watched; running on three hours of sleep; tangled hair; coffee addiction; stealing forgettable items; finding money on the street; lying through your teeth; 1920s jazz music; dark color pallets; ripping off your nails; listening to rain; putting the past behind you, joking at the wrong time; eventually letting yourself rest

#zia’s stupid thoughts #character aesthetic #aesthetic words #writing #female writers #writing prompt #maybe if someone gets inspo from this???

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lanaintheskydreams · 2 years

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Dream Journal for Wednesday June 8, 2022

Night before: Two magnesium pills, 1 tall glass of dandelion tea, light dinner rice/beef Slept at 1am which is really late and throwing off, feeling super sore. Looked at blue screen light till 1am which isn't good, I need to be in bed by 10pm.

I had many dreams and felt myself struggling to remember them as I woke up in and out of sleep. It felt a bit torturous. I need to set up a bedside recording device near my bed with one of my old phones I don't use. I forgot everything in the morning but it makes sense because I didn't sleep well. I think I want to try focusing on the importance of the dreams instead of just plain details, that way I ingrain it into my memory more deeply. Something strange happened in the middle of the night that gave me a fright and I turned the light on for hours until the beginnings of sunrise and that is also what made my sleep more restless. I woke up in the middle of the night, just to witness my portable mac screen turn on from sleep mode. It lit up the entire room. Within a few seconds, it turned off again. I turned the light on, closed the mac screen, envisioned light and tried to go back to sleep. My first thoughts was that it was some entity being watching me and messing with me as a punishment for sharing this dream work. Yesterday, I learned about some dangers of meditation and it also rocked my boat a little bit, so that contributed to the fear. My super pscyhic and Buddhist aunt kept hearing from my mom that I've been astral traveling and she got really scared I was doing a type of meditation that causes your soul to leave your body. When not practiced correctly, any surrounding entities will gladly jump in and possess you, blocking your soul from re-entering. She personally knows a young woman who has done this and is now crazy and have heard of monks who are now crazy from doing it incorrectly. After talking to her, it was clear I was not doing this type of meditation because it involved a special mantra that is in a special book. She told me not to look it up and I thought I didn't even know where to start. My type of meditation was just to strengthen the brain and deepen the breath so I thought it was pretty gentle. I think whatever she is talking about is pretty advanced, though I do want to know the real difference between traveling in the astral world and having your soul leave your body. I hear in the astral world you still have a cord of connection to your body so maybe that is it and what prevents entities from entering. On a side note it's been feeling really good documenting my experiences online and in this way. I'm too impatient to write. I've filled up dozens of notebooks but they are so unorganized and I can't read my own handwriting because my thoughts are faster than my writing and then it all goes to shit. I think it's healthy to get your thoughts out.

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years

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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.7 (finale)

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

ch.6

AO3 link

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Ford sat on the kitchen floor with his back against the cupboards, clinging to his knees, his glasses still in hand. His throat was sore and his eyes hurt and his nose was runny and his heart was raw and broken, and yet he wasn’t done crying. Though he was done sobbing and occasionally crying so hard he thought he would throw up, free-flowing tears still streamed down his face as he hid the bottom-half of his head in his beefy arms.

“What do we do now?” He moaned.

Stan looked at the know-it-all who didn’t have a clue. He sighed and moved to sit next to him, his back against the cupboard and his knees up by his chest as he combed his mullet. “I dunno… Sit here and die?”

Ford hiccuped a cruel laugh and buried his face in his arms fully. “I wish I could.”

Stan snorted. “What’s that saying? The good die young?”

Ford groaned and started to sob again.

Stan rubbed his back, his head against the cupboard and he looked up at the ceiling. “O-Okay, okay… Let’s think about this. So we never made up, or something else really bad happened between us, and that’s the timeline Mabel was from, right?”

“Right.” Ford gruffed, lifting his head up and rubbing his eyes dry.

“So, since that didn’t happen, or it happened differently… B-But that doesn’t mean she’s… She’ll still exist in our timeline, won’t she? She’s gonna be okay?” He asked the scientist, digging for some kind of hope.

Ford sighed and rested his cleft chin on his arms. “As long as what happened didn’t interfere with Alex’s life too much… Which I don’t know how it could… Mabel and Dipper should still be born in 1999. There’s a small possibility they’ll be different than what they once were, or because of some unseen butterfly effect, their birth might be different or might not happen at all… But…”

The eldest by fifteen minutes slipped his glasses back on, stood, and said stubbornly, “I’m going to do what I can to ensure it is a better future than what the kids had. Our entire family was broken because of what we did and didn’t do. Clearly either one of us went insane or died or something horrible, and I won’t allow that to happen.”

“I don’t think we gotta worry too much about that happening.” Stan said from down on the floor. “I mean, if Mabel changed things so much that an entire reality changed, then we don’t really gotta do much except not screw this up.”

Ford laughed and held out a hand to his twin, who gladly clasped it and stood. “You’re right.”

But the men were disheartened to finally notice the mess in the kitchen. Mabel’s cake batter sat on the flour-dusted counter, the oven was hot and ready for baking, and the muffin tray was on the floor from where Mabel dropped it. Ford looked down at the sweater he was wearing - the sweater she had knitted for him - and without a word he walked to the living room and saw Mabel’s knitting sitting on the couch where she had left it, a completed red sweater with a golden heart on it.

Ford smiled mournfully and held the sweater as Stan joined him and gasped at the sweater. The big brother held it out to the little brother and croaked, “We’ll see her again.”

Stan smiled, cleared his throat, and took off his hoodie and snagged the new sweater to slip it over his old white t-shirt. “Yeah.”

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July 22nd, 1980

Ford held the lantern up to better read the writing in the cave. He peered at it and was intrigued by a description of a being with answers. It would be summoned if he read out-loud, and though there were many clear warnings against this, the desperate scientist was extremely tempted.

“Sixer! Let’s move before we get caved in or some shit.” Stan called as he walked up to Ford. “What are you reading, cavemen graffiti?”

“Look, Stanley, there are tales of an all-knowing being with answers. It could help me with my theory…”

“Nope.” Stan grabbed Ford by the collar of his trenchcoat and dragged him away like dragging a child out of a toy store.

“Stanley! Let me go!”

“That shit’s got bad voodoo written all over it! You’ve gotta be inhaling toxic cave gas or something to think summoning a demon is a good idea!”

“We don’t know it’s a demon.”

“Really? Then why does that wall read in old blood ‘Do not summon demon!’?”

“Huh. Well, um…”

“That’s what I thought, now don’t make me pick you up and carry you. Let’s move.” And he lightly shoved Ford forward to lead the walk away from the cave and through the tunnels for sunlight.

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Alex’s wedding was wonderful and a joyous day, but it also made Ford and Stan nervous. They both agreed not to say a word to anyone (as far as Fiddleford knew, Ford had found the girl’s parents and all was over and ended well), and white they were happy to be one step closer to meeting the kids, they were slightly worried that something might be different than Mabel’s timeline.

She never told them her mother’s name. Did Alex marry someone else? Did they marry at the correct time? There was no way of telling, and they both agreed to allow themselves to enjoy the day and maybe drink a little. Or a lot.

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When Shermie called and told them that Alex and Dana were going to have a baby, Ford choked on his coffee and Stan dropped the phone. They silently exchanged looks and were terrified that there was only one baby. But it was seven months before the end of August, so maybe the new parents were choosing to keep everything a surprise. Knowing Alex, that is something he would do, especially if there were twins. A beautiful surprise for his twin uncles.

So they congratulated Shermie and made him swear to call them if anything happened so they could be there. And despite their fear, they were very joyous of becoming grunkles again.

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August 31st, 1999

The entire week leading up to the day, the men were incredibly anxious. The birthday was on 31st, which meant Dipper and Mabel could be born at 1am on the 31st, or 11pm on the 31st. They had no way of knowing, but as long as that damn telephone stayed silent, they weren't leaving the house all weekend. Neither of them slept the night of the 30th, just in case.

Finally, a little after coffee on the 31st, the phone rang. Both Ford and Stan tackled each other and fought for it, but Stan sat on Ford and grabbed it first.

“Stanley, get off me!”

“Stanley, what are you doing to your brother?” Shermie chuckled on the other end.

“Nevermind that, Sherm!” Stan laughed. “What’s going on with you?” He asked casually, though he smiled down at Ford, who smiled back, despite still being sat on in the kitchen.

“Well, you guys know I’m gonna be a grandpa soon…”

“Really? Had no idea.” Stan said sarcastically as he stood up to get off Ford. “So? Is it happening now?!” Ford ran down the hall.

Shermie laughed. “Yup. I just got here myself and Alex and Dana got here about twenty minutes ago.”

“Piedmont Hospital, right?”

“Right.”

“We’ll be there in six hours.”

“It’s an eight hour drive!”

“I said six hours!”

“STANL-” But Stan hung up the phone.

Stan hurried up to his attic bedroom and dressed in his baby-blue Hawaiian shirt and slacks, while also grabbing a suitcase he’s had ready all week, prepared to stay as long as Alex and Dana needed him.

He ran back downstairs with suitcase in hand, with Ford by the door, and they sprinted into the Stanmobile and drove down the road.

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Shermie was waiting for them in the hall, beaming with joy, and his little brothers ran to him for a tackle-hug.

“Good to see you, Grandpa!”

“Congratulations, Shermie!”

“Thank you, thank you!”

“Did we miss it?!” Stan asked. “Has it happened yet?!”

Shermie grinned and nodded. “Yes, everyone is safe and fine.” And he opened the door.

The aged explorers beamed (and no, they weren’t crying) to find Alex holding one baby and Dana holding another baby. The eldest pair of twins high-sixed and cheered and then gently approached the little ones, beaming down at them.

It was like they had been holding their breath for twenty years, and now they could finally breathe.

“What are their names?” Ford asked quietly, seeing how each newborn was sleeping soundly.

“This is Mabel,” Alex introduced, giving the bundle to Stan.

“And this is Mason.” Dana said tiredly, giving her son to Ford to hold.

Stan and Ford were a bit concerned with the name change, but one look at the baby boy relaxed them. Of course a name like Dipper was a nickname.

“Matching names, huh?” Stan asked cheekily, cradling Mabel and looking down at her with shining brown eyes.

“We couldn’t help ourselves.” Alex chuckled.

Ford’s eyes were glued to Mason. While of course he had been dying to see Mabel again, he had also been excited to meet his science-loving nephew. He was so cute and small in his polydactyl hands and Ford knew it would take a lot more strength than what he had to let him go.

The author tore his eyes away to see his twin looking down at Mabel with tears in his eyes, holding her close to his heart and trying really hard to hold it together, but his joy and peace was far stronger than any bad habits that stopped him from showing his emotions. Stan lightly kissed Mabel’s cheek and Ford saw his lips barely move, though he didn’t hear what he said. Which was fine by him. Ford smiled back down at Mason, finally content.

No one heard him say it, thank Moses, but Stan couldn’t help himself. He had whispered to his niece as quiet as a mouse, “I’ve missed you, pumpkin.”

And finally, after all these years, the small hole in the boys’ hearts could be filled.

THE END!

#GF #gravity falls #gravity falls au #timestuck au #fanfiction #stangst #thank you guys SO much for reading!#im sorry i hurt you last chapter #hopefully this makes up for it ^^;#august 31st

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xiao-cafe · 3 years

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drabble game — prompt 67

pairing: diluc x gn!reader

prompt: “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

tags: fluff, grumpy diluc, healer!reader

wc: 1.3k

notes: in the part with the chest i don’t mean like a female chest but like a normal human chest that’s up to your interpretation ^^ also thank you to @spoiledmoras for requesting this! i rushed the ending bc if i went on it would’ve become a full-fledged fic and im not ready for that kind of commitment

The moon hung high and bright in the sky as Diluc limped his way back to Mondstadt. With each step forward, the next step became harder as his legs threatened to give way beneath him.

It wasn’t like him to be injured so badly while protecting Mondstadt in the middle of the night but simple recklessness took a hold of him and he had rashly put himself in danger for the sake of intercepting a few Abyss Mages and the hordes of hilichurls they led.

Granted, his injury was merely a result of his rashness that led to him falling off the cliff after swinging his claymore too widely, making such a rookie mistake weighed heavily on him as he recalled why he had been so agitated in the first place.

Exhaling heavily, Diluc cast a withering glare at the steps leading up to the Cathedral. He had always been one up for some light exercise but his bones ached at the thought of dragging himself all the way up to get some medical help.

“I should’ve gone back to the Winery…” The red-headed man muttered to himself. He glanced back at the route he had taken, the gears spun in his head as he calculated his chances of making it back to the Winery before daybreak or even surviving the night.

But his thoughts were interrupted as you appeared before him, like an angel in the dark.

“Y/N.” He greeted smoothly as he attempted to stand up straighter. The sight of Mondstadt’s newest healer was a welcoming one for Diluc.

Your eyes were as wide as saucers as you observed Diluc looking dishevelled and nothing alike the refined gentleman he always appeared to be.

“Master Diluc.” You responded, eyes roving from his face to his feet. “You’re injured.” You gasped, pointing at his knees.

The man nodded quietly, refusing to explain any further.

One of the things Diluc disliked about you was your unnatural ability to pinpoint when something was up with a person. Your questioning gaze searched his face for answers but Diluc remained stone-faced as you guided him to the fountain by the plaza.

“I know this isn’t the most comfortable of places but I don’t think I could carry you all the way back to the Cathedral.” You said to the man as you helped him move into a seated position with his legs outstretched.

“It’s fine,” He answered, grimacing slightly as pain flared in his legs.

“Pardon me,” You whispered as you rolled up his pants, your face bore no emotion as you assessed the extent of his injuries. Your hands were cool to the touch as your fingers brushed against his skin lightly. As much as he’d hate to admit it, your touch calmed him down and the simmering rage that burned within him seemed to dissipate.

“You’ve been getting hurt more frequently as of late, is something on your mind?” You asked him, unaware that a pair of scarlet eyes were trying to burn a hole into your face for asking a simple question.

“It’s nothing.” Diluc answered stiffly, crossing his arms as he spoke.

The man wondered how much longer you’d take to fix him up and how many more intrusive questions would you ask during that time.

“You sure?”

Diluc sighed deeply, causing you to look up from your work in concern.

“I am. Fine.” He stated quietly, an underlying tone of anger laced his voice as he directed a steely glare at you.

Nevertheless, you were undisturbed by his grumpiness.

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so.” You told him, a reassuring smile donned your lips as you continued, “Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

Were you… giving him advice?

An unknown emotion erupted in Diluc‘s chest as he glared at you as you worked, your hands hovered above his wounds as you healed him with your powers.

“I have no need to disclose personal matters with you.” Diluc said, breaking the silence.

“I know.”

Diluc gritted his teeth, why would you ask if you had known in the first place?

“I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do to help,” You stated, answering his unspoken question.

“You’re always coming back to the city this late in the night, injured, and as someone who’s been healing you for the past few weeks I’ve just been feeling a little worried that’s all.”

It was true. Diluc knew he wasn’t being himself, throwing himself at monsters every chance he got. And the fact that you always happened to be around when he needed a healer was something he greatly appreciated.

Perhaps he had been too harsh…

“Klee’s always saying that you never smile and I guess that’s true!” You laughed pointing at him.

Even without a mirror, Diluc knew exactly what you had meant and your laughter only served as oil to be added to the growing flames.

As time passed, the pressure on his brow lifted and the quiet anger quickly turned into approval (and a hint of admiration) while you finished up the healing process, unfurling his pant leg to signify that you were done.

“I’ve done as much as I could but you should definitely follow me to the Cathedral so you can receive proper treatment.” You stated, perspiration coated your forehead which you promptly wiped away with your sleeve.

“I’ll be fine on my own.” Diluc answered, refusing your outstretched hand in offer.

“Oh, but I’ve only alleviated the pain, the injury is still-” Your words were interrupted as the red-haired man attempted to stand up, only to fall forward and into your arms.

You let out a yelp as Diluc’s weight sent the both of you crashing into the cobbled floors.

“Are you okay?!” Your voice was high as you lifted Diluc’s face from your chest.

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t support your weight.” You blurted out and continued to apologize profusely even as Diluc lifted himself off of you with his arms and rolled over.

“Your face is red, do you have a fever!?” You pressed your palm to Diluc’s cheek, “You’re burning up!”

Diluc remained composed despite his flushed cheeks, his face felt warm and the way you touched him in such an unrestrained manner didn’t seem to bother him at all. In fact, he wanted more.

You were a rambling mess as you fussed over him, checking his temperature and if his injury had worsened.

Diluc narrowed his eyes at you as he let you help him sit up, he wasn’t sure why he felt the need to hold you. But he let you press your body next to his as his arm slung around your shoulders and you lifted him from the floor.

“Don’t worry, I’m prepared to support you this time!” You assured him, to which Diluc responded with a low unconvinced hum.

Yet, a hint of a smile was evident on his lips as you walked with him up the many stairs, until the both of you reached the Cathedral, out of breath.

“We’re… Here…” You panted, your legs complained with each step you took but you ignored the limits of your body and focused on getting Diluc some much needed medical help.

In truth, Diluc had already gotten used to the initial soreness in his legs. With the pain gone, he could still walk even though he was certain the bone within hasn’t mended but the man wasn’t about to tell you that.

In his eyes, you were strange, asked many invasive questions, yet you stirred something deep in his heart and he would rather compliment Kaeya than to say what was on his mind.

Even as you called for Barbara, you stayed by his side. Making sure he was comfortable and assisting Barbara whenever you could.

Although, the blush on his face still wouldn’t go away.

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end notes: this was also unedited bc its 1am and im sleepy lmao

#diluc #diluc x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc drabbles #genshin diluc #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact diluc #zhongli-cafe-writes

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soldrawss · 4 years

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Your big brother Mikey AU is so cool and well thought out! I was wondering, do the Foot still exist in this AU and if so, are the Hamato brothers in any danger? Does Mikey work as a pizza delivery boy?

The Foot exist yes! But they’re more of like, a street gang than anything else. (Kinda like how the Purple Dragons were in previous iterations) For the most part, the Hamatos don’t really have anything to do with them. Raph and Donnie and Leo know they’re not allowed out after 6 without an adult with them and Mikey’s taught Leo and Donnie enough self-defense (from what he can remember of their father’s training) to help them if they’re ever in need. “If you’re ever cornered, give them whatever they want and don’t make a move unless you absolutely have to. I mean it, guys. I’m not showing you this so you guys can play heroes, this is only, and I mean only, to be used as a last resort. But I want you to comply with any demands they give and get out of there. I don’t care if they take your phones and wallets and backpacks. We can always replace bus passes and school work. I can’t replace you guys.”

The only time the Foot were ever an issue was when Mikey gets mugged when he’s 17 on his way home from one of the shitty jobs he worked the nightshift at on one of the piers. The subway station was empty, probably because it was the dead of night and Mikey got off earlier than he usually does, so the station was bare of the usual tiny rush of new yorkers coming in for the graveyard shifts. Thankfully Mikey’s reflexes were faster than his brain was, and he was able to avoid too much of a conflict before the three-membered group got the upper hand. His phone go broken in the struggle, but they thankfully didn’t get to his wallet or key ring. They did land a couple of solid hits to his jawline and gut though, knocking the air clean out of Mikey, and ripped his best work shirt in the process of throwing him to the ground (he only had two), so really the struggle ended with a heated tie. The small gang turning hightail when a security officer making the rounds chased them off and helped Mikey to his feet from one of the concrete pillars he was slumped against.

Mikey ended up arriving home late anyway despite the head start because he had to fill out an accident report with the security officer, and that had just about drained the last ounce of energy Mikey had left to his name as he practically crawled through the front door of their little apartment. He kicked it closed with his feet, forgetting that it was 1am and that he shouldn’t be making as much noise as he was making because it was a school night, and Leo had been having a wack sleep schedule lately, and if he woke up now, he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep till the next night and that would have totally been on Mikey. But Mikey was too tired to think that far ahead as far as the consquences of his actions go, and promptly dumped all his stuff on the foyer floor and passed out on the living room couch, not even bothering to change his clothes or take off his shoes, let alone fold the couch out into a bed.

He woke up some four hours later, to Donnie patting his arm gently but firmly, and with sharp brown eyes and a creased brow just barely peeking under a mess of brown-haired cowlicks and bed head.

“-ikey. Mikey, wake up. Your face is purple.” And the sheer tension and fear in his voice were enough to pull Mikey out of the desperate hold sleep had him in as he got up slowly, rubbing his face and ow, yeah, his whole left side was swollen and sore and felt gross.

“Ahhh, yeah. Some guys tried to jump me at Water and Fletcher station. I’m totes magoats fine kiddo. They didn’t get my wallet or anything. Phone broke though, so I’ll have to swing by a CVS and pick up a burner until I can get a new one.” Mikey explains all in one murmured half yawn. He didn’t like the way Donnie’s face did a complicated little series of frowns and pouts, which could have meant one of a million things, but Mikey just woke up, so he didn’t really have all the brainpower yet to try and decode it other than, oh no I made him mad.

“Go put on some pjs and wash your face,” Donnie replies, and he waffles from where he’s crouched beside the couch like he wants to say something more, but settles on sighing and standing straight. He makes his way to the kitchen quietly, carefully picking up the mess Mikey left in front of the door a few hours ago and unceremoniously dumps them on the kitchen island on his way to rummage through the freezer. Mikey watches as he pulls out a bag of frozen peas before getting one of the dishtowels hanging from the oven handle and wetting it down in the sink. “I’ll get you some ibuprofen, but you need to sleep in your bed or you’re gonna be sore all over. I swear, that couch was the worst decision we ever made, I can’t believe you made us carry it up 6 flights of stairs.”

“Shhhh, don’t listen to him baby, how was I supposed to know the elevator would decide to break down that day?” Mikey whispers not at all quietly to the couch just to get a begrudging half-smile out of Donnie. It works for a fraction of a second, but Donnie’s pouting frown and worried eyes return when he looks at Mikey’s nasty little kick in the face bruise, and Mikey can’t help but feel the weighted rock of guilt settle further in his gut. He just couldn’t do anything right lately, huh? “Anyway, thanks Dee, but I’ll just take a shower and get changed for my shift at Tony’s. Work starts in a few hours anyway and I can run to CVS really quick before then.”

But when he gets up and makes his way over towards the bathroom, Donnie blocks his path and presses a damp dishtowel wrapped around the frozen veggies and some pills into his hands. “No need, you’re staying home. I already called into your work for you. One of the GM’s, Woody, I think his name is? Anyway Woody seemed really cool. Gave you today and tomorrow off. Even said he’d swing you some paid vacation time if you bring some of your famous lemon squares into work on Monday, so really you have no excuse to object or complain.”

And Mikey wants to complain, and he almost does, but Donnie shoots down his squawk of disapproval with a pointed glare that Mikey hates being at the other end of. “And don’t you dare say you’re fine, Mikey. Your face looks like a bruised plum. Please, just, take the day off, sleep, do laundry, whatever. Raph can even stay home with you, if you really need some more incentive. But just, stay here for today. Ok?”

And he was begging in that way that Donnie and Leo almost never pull on Mikey, because they knew Mikey would crumble like an absolute sucker at those round brown eyes, warm like melted chocolate, and it was a power move that they only used for absolute good. And Mikey guessed that if he was swinging those bright round headlights his way, then this must have been a pretty good reason, and honestly, his bed did seem like something he’d love to just crash into for the rest of the day. So he nods, and lets Donnie lead him to towards the bedroom he shares with Raph, who’s still sleeping soundly on his side of the room.

Mikey doesn’t remember much after that. He changes into some pjs and disgards his shoes at the bottom of his bed while Donnie goes to get him a glass of water for the medicine. He falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow and Donnie rests the makeshift ice pack against his swollen cheek.

Mikey vaguely remembers Raph climbing into this bed a little later, scooching over with a practiced and natural ease so the little five-year-old could squirm his way perfectly against Mikey’s chest, resting his head just under Mikey’s chin, and Donnie poking him in the side, just long enough to tell him that Leo and him will be back home after Leo’s baseball practice and that they’ll pick up a burner phone for him.

Mikey untangles an arm from under the comforter and holds it out towards Donnie, an unsaid invitation that doesn’t take more than a second to understand because Donnie is leaning forward into it anyway, and it’s an awkward hug, but it’s warm, and as the 10-year-old wraps familiar arms around Mikey’s half-hug, squeezing back just as tightly, he presses a kiss into his kid’s bubble gum smelling hair, freshly shampooed, and smiles when he says. “Thanks Dee. Be safe. Love you.”

And his face is still a sorry mess of pain and swollen hurt, but Raph is a solid warmth against his chest, and there are some leftover ingredients for some lemon bars in the cupboard, and he’d been waiting to try out that new veggie lasagna recipe he never had the time for before anyway, and Donnie winks at him wordlessly behind his thick-framed glasses, and somehow Mikey has the distant and fading thought before he slips into sleep again, that he should have known that Donnie always gets his way in the end. And Mikey isn’t upset by that thought at all.

#my fic #big brother mikey au #rottmnt #tmnt #oh i didn't specify here but no mikey's not a delivery boy #Mikey never gets his licence ever #and that may or may not be due to the fact that his father died in a car accident and mikey doesn't want to learn how to drive because of it #but anyway enough of that sadness that it's what this post is about #mikey's jobs vary #he quits working at the pier after this accident because it's just too dangerous and he cant risk something happening to himself like this #which then puts his bros in danger too #so he quits and continues to work at tony's pizzeria part time and ends up getting another job at an art store selling art supplies #he has a few more jobs after than till he gets a permanent and decent paying one at as a waiter/pastiere at Hueso's #and hueso ends up adopting mikey right there on the spot #that's also where he meets LH!

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queenk00k · 4 years

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but what if we were pure gold all along? jj maybank (chapter 2)

Summary: After the assumed death of their best friend, the Pogues are falling apart at the seams. With Pope and Kiara getting closer and JJ left with nowhere to go, he finds himself left to his own devices. Feeling lost and rejected, his luck seems to turn when he meets Scarlett - a Kook who doesn’t treat him like shit and has an affinity for partying. JJ gets sucked into her world as she promises to help him forget.

How much longer can he keep running from his demons? And what happens when he starts sharing a bed with one?

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, child abuse, angst, sexual content, drug use, underage drinking.

Author’s note: Hi all, this is my multi-chapter fic I’ve been working on. My oneshots & Rafe series have taken off so I thought it was time to share this one too. Let me know what you think!

Word count: 1.9K

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

the one where those damn kooks are charming when they want to be

JJ had never really gotten used to a beating. He knew when to expect one, based off Luke’s mood when he got home, the glint in his eye, the way his tone changed when he spoke to him. Thanks to being scared shitless of his dad for the majority of his childhood, JJ was well attuned to the subtleties of other people’s emotions. Silver lining, he figured. Means he always knew when the other Pogues were pissed at him without them saying anything, always knew when Rafe was looking for a fight.

Didn’t make having the crap kicked out of him any more enjoyable.

“You think I wasn’t going to find out you stole from me, you stupid boy?” Luke spits his words as if they were venom, standing over JJ who’s clutching his stomach in pain on the floor.

JJ looks up at his father, jaw clenched. “I was helping John B, Dad! I thought you’d be happy I was screwing over the cops! We didn’t know about the storm!”

JJ quickly comes to realise that was the wrong thing to say.

Luke’s eyes are aflame with rage, his stare boring holes into JJ as his dad hoists him up by the front of his shirt and slams him into the wall, fists clenched around the cheap cotton.

“Happy?! Boy, nothing about you makes me happy.”

A punch to JJ’s gut.

“You cost me thousands –“

Another blow, this time to his jaw.

“- spend your life doing fuck all except smoking weed-“

JJ attempts to throw Luke off him but the older man is stronger, despite clearly being drunk out of his mind, and he slams JJ back against the wall, knocking a picture onto the hardwood floor in the process.

“And now you’ve stolen from me, you ungrateful, worthless piece of shit!”

Luke slams his fist into the side of JJ’s head and his father’s red face, contorted with rage, is the last thing JJ sees before he falls, unconscious, onto the floorboards.

When JJ comes to, head pounding, he blinks his eyes open slowly and raises his hand to the side of his face. He brings his fingers away from his cheek shakily, notices they’re sticky with blood, touches his lip gingerly and realises that’s split and swollen too.

JJ grunts and moves to roll onto his back before attempting to get up.

Attempting the operative word, as a searing pain in his side forces him to lay back down briefly, hissing at the pain.

Great, he thinks. He’s really done a number on me this time.

JJ lays there for a few moments, staring up at the slightly dilapidated ceiling of the Chateau, listening for any telltale signs Luke was still in the vicinity. He wouldn’t be surprised if Luke stuck around to lay down another beating but he’s grateful for the silence that confirms he’s been left alone once again.

After a few shaky breaths, JJ finally finds the courage to stand to his feet, wincing at the soreness in his body and making a mental note to find an icepack somewhere in the kitchen. Kiara used to be the one to look after him when he showed up at the Chateau after disappearing for days, her gentle touch calming him more than he liked to admit, soothing his bruises and making him feel like someone gave a shit about him.

JJ swallows thickly. He wishes Kiara was here now.

JJ scoffs at the thought and the feeling of tenderness dissipates as quickly as it appears, replaced by the more familiar feeling of bitterness that rises up like bile.

Resigning to the fact that he won’t see Kiara for a very long time because she doesn’t want to see him (conveniently forgetting that it’s not like she has that much choice in the matter), JJ sighs heavily and makes his way down the hall.

JJ ignores the feeling of complete desperation and confusion as he enters his old, dead friend’s kitchen and opens the fridge, silently praying the cops at least had the decency to leave their beer alone.

For the first time in a few weeks, something’s gone his way and JJ cracks open a Budweiser, letting himself smile ever so slightly.

He’s surprised he remembers how.

Drinking alone is never as fun as you think it is.

JJ’s sprawled out on the steps of the porch at 1am, beer bottles surrounding him like a shrine, his Zippo the only form of light in an otherwise unusually dark night.

Suddenly, JJ gets the overwhelming urge to take his bike and ride it across the island to Figure 8.

Never mind that he’s drunk, never mind that he knows he’ll find his way back to places that painfully remind him of his friends, and never mind that by taking the risk of going to the other side of the island he could run into a Kook.

Maybe JJ was looking for a fight tonight.

Before he’s had a chance to think rationally (but when does he ever?), JJ is speeding through the streets of Figure 8, past big Kook houses and Kook golf courses, struggling to keep his bike straight as his vision blurs.

He’s doing reasonably well at staying on the road for someone of his inebriated state, and he’s honestly pretty impressed with himself, enjoying the feeling of the warm wind whipping through his hair.

That is, until he realises he’s going past the Crain house and he sees Rose Cameron’s face on a placard and he’s filled with overwhelming rage and he’s distracted and all of a sudden the bike swerves off the road.

JJ panics and makes a futile attempt to straighten up again, but its too late and he skids off the road and is catapulted into a thicket of trees.

JJ groans and pats himself down, checking that he still has all of his necessary limbs. He breathes deeply and squeezes his eyes shut.

Typical, he thinks.

JJ plans to stay lying on the side of the road for the rest of the night, if he’s honest with himself, before a girl’s voice snaps him out of his reverie.

“You know you’re supposed to keep the bike upright, don’t you?”

JJ opens one eye to see someone, a Kook, standing over him. She’s slender and dressed in a white sundress, the contrast stark against her tanned skin, her dark hair tied back in a braid.

JJ huffs. “What do you care, Kook?”

The girl crouches down and looks at his battered face, wincing. It’s not the usual disdain JJ is used to – he thinks he can actually see some pity reflected in her features.

“You look like shit, what happened?”

“Leave me – wait, do I know you from somewhere?”

JJ knows he’s a good friend, but sometimes it feels like he’s loyal to a fault.

That’s how he finds himself in the middle of a Kook nightmare, pressed against rich assholes dressed in designer clothes, all for the annual Midsummers party.

JJ’s walking around the perimeter of the country club, looking over his shoulder for Rafe and his henchmen and cursing John B under his breath for putting himself in this situation in the first place.

He’s needing to pretend to be a waiter, so JJ is absentmindedly picking up empty glasses as he goes, feeling grateful he hasn’t had to speak to someone yet.

That is, of course, until he almost trips over a figure crouched down on the patio.

“Woah, you trying to kill me?”

JJ looks down and sees a girl in a black dress, bending down, her fingers wrapped around the neck of a vodka bottle.

“Can I point out that you’re the one in my way? This is a tripping hazard.”

The brunette girl rolls her eyes and gives JJ the finger, but he can tell its not malicious.

“I’ll make you a deal, Pogue.”

JJ widens his eyes in panic. Cover blown.

The girl chuckles. “I know you’re a Pogue. I’m drunk, not stupid. Plus, don’t think I haven’t seen you around at the boneyard.”

JJ hates that he wants to flirt with her, and he clears his throat. “What’s your deal?”

“I won’t tell the Camerons you’re here, practically committing fraud, and you won’t snitch to the country club that I stole their top shelf vodka to spice up my evening.”

JJ’s mildly impressed. “I guess we’re both criminals,” he replies and moves to walk away, before turning back briefly. “I didn’t catch your name.”

The girl smiled mysteriously. “Unimportant.”

“Yeah. You nearly tripped over me at Midsummers,” the girl replies, holding her hand out for JJ to take, which he does, and helps him onto his feet.

JJ attempts to dust himself off. “Do I get to know your name now?”

She smiles. “I’m Scarlett. You’re JJ, right?”

JJ nods. “How’d you know?”

“I know some people that know you, but it’s unimportant. I’m sorry about your friend.”

JJ doesn’t want to talk about John B, least of all with a Kook. “Right, well, I best get going,” he says as he turns towards his bike, dreading the ride back to the Chateau.

Scarlett looks at him incredulously. “You look nasty as fuck.”

“Thanks,” JJ responds bitterly.

Scarlett rolls her eyes. “You didn’t let me finish. Let me take you back to mine, help you clean up a bit.”

Then, sensing the hesitation in JJ, she adds “At least let me give you bandaid or something, and you can do it yourself if you’re so tough.”

JJ figures there’s no harm in using someone’s supplies, especially a Kook’s, and it’s not like he can go home to anyone else.

He shrugs. “Sure, whatever, thanks.”

After Scarlett convinces JJ his bike will be just fine hidden at the Crain property (the Camerons have more pressing issues at the moment, Scarlett tells him, her voice catching), they make their way to Scarlett’s house.

It’s the biggest and most impressive house he’s ever been in, and JJ can’t help but feel extremely uncomfortable at the thought of stepping into a Kook’s home.

“Where are your parents?” He asks, as Scarlett rummages around in her drawers for first aid supplies, his arms folded over his chest.

“They’re out,” she replies simply, and brandishes cream and bandaids at him. “Are you going to let me do this for you?”

JJ furrows his brow and snatches the supplies from her outstretched hand.

“I’m good, thanks. I can do it myself.”

Scarlett nods and sits down at the edge of her bed in silence, as JJ clumsily cleans his cuts, face scrunched in pain as it stings. He successfully places the last bandaid and looks at Scarlett, who hasn’t said another word.

“I, uh – thanks, I guess,” JJ says awkwardly, placing his hands in his pockets. “I should go.”

Scarlett looks at her phone at the time, 3:30am, and shakes her head.

“You can stay here, it’s late and I have a feeling you’re not quite up to the ride home.”

JJ panics, eyes wide, and resorts back to guarded defensiveness. “I’m not sleeping here. I don’t even know you.”

Scarlett sighs. “You didn’t seem to have an issue with that when you came home with me. Look, you can sleep on my couch,” she says as she gestures towards the plush couch in the corner of her large bedroom.

JJ huffs. Kooks, he thinks, but he nods reluctantly.

It’s the feeling of overwhelming loneliness, coupled with the fact that someone actually cared about him, that leads JJ to spend the night sleeping on a Kook’s couch.

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billyspotato · 4 years

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Hey! I don't know if you're still taking requests for Eric Coulter, but if you are, could you do one where reader and him break up and they're both sad and stuff, so the rest of the people on Dauntless try to get them back together please?

Forgiven - Eric Coulter [HC]

Words: 1.408 words

Type: Angst & Fluff [HC]

Summary: (What’s written on the request)

Warning: English is not my first language. Sorry if I misspelled something.

You and Eric had been dating for almost a year;It came as a surprise for everyone, but they easily got accustomed;

In the public eye, Eric wouldn’t show much affection towards you, but you liked to always push his little strings and sometimes steal a kiss or just hold his hand;

Eric would never be annoyed at you for doing this, he loves you too much;

But we’re still talking about Eric, which means that anything as small as a fly could annoy him for the rest of the week;

That’s when everyone was grateful that you came in his life, especially initiates;

You would usually calm him down by just pulling him a side to have a talk or something else;

But one day, right when you came back to your apartment after work, you met the Eric filled with rage;

He was silent for the most part of that night, but anyone could tell that he is fuming out of anger;

You try to talk to him, but he keeps pushing you away or even ignoring you;

By the third time you ask him ‘what’s wrong’, Eric just couldn’t hold it back anymore;

He just starts shouting for you to shut up and for you to just stop being so nosey;

You obviously fight back, you weren’t being nosey, you just wanted to help him calm down and try to understand what made him so angry;

That didn’t calm him down, for sure;

Eric just starts shouting how better his life would be if you weren’t always following him like a lost puppy or just if you left him;

And that was your last straw, you couldn’t hear it anymore;

You got up from the couch after seconds of silence and as you walked to the bedroom, the words sinking more and more in your mind, repeating themselves;

You got a bag and you filled it up with your stuff;

You walk back to the living room and get your apartment keys out of your pocket, fighting the urge to throw them at Eric’s face as you put them down on the coffee table;

“Consider me out of your life from now on” You told him before walking to the front door and getting out, making sure the slam the door (knowing how much Eric hates it);

For the rest of the week you stayed in one of your friend’s apartment, who welcomed you right away;

Working as a trainer and having your (now) ex-boyfriend as a leader is a way to ruin your morning every day;

You didn’t cry in front of anyone after that one day, your friend even asked herself if you were actually sad about the end of this relationship;

Now, Eric, it was obvious;

He was even more strict with the initiates and even more unbearable than before;

The initiates would crawl their way to their beds out of exhaustion and crawl their way out, out of soreness every single day;

The other leaders, in the first day, started to question what happened, but after seeing the both of you in the same room and not even looking at each other, answered every question;

Even with how much you hid your emotions, your tired eyes and small smiles could make everyone understand the heartbreak you are going through;

Same with Eric, when in meetings about the initiates, he wouldn’t look up from his papers, especially when you talked;

But right as you would walk away from conversations with Four to go train the initiates, his eyes wouldn’t leave you, almost forgetting that you’re not his anymore;

Everyone got tired of it, especially the leaders;

Around 1am they all met for the meeting about their master plan;

You and Eric were clueless about it, everyone was acting completely normal on the next day;

When everyone was eating lunch, you talked a few times with Tori or with some other leader about work, never really extending the conversation;

Without you knowing, Tori and this other leader shared looks and they waited for Four’s nod was he came up the stairs;

“Y/N, can you help me with something by the studio?” Tori would ask you;

You couldn’t say no to Tori, so you followed her out of the cafeteria;

You started noticing that Tori wasn’t taking you to her studio, but to Max’s office;

You ignored your panic filled thoughts and continued to follow Tori;

You two stop in front of Max’s office door and you look over at her in confusion as she opens the door;

“I’m sorry, they made me do it” She tells you before pushing you in the room and slamming the door shut;

The turn of the lock is heard, and you sighed, turning around, almost screaming at the sight of Eric;

Eric looks up from the paper he was reading, and his eyes widen;

“What are you doing here?” You ask him with your heart beating rapidly and with your breathing heavy;

“The same thing as you, probably” He answers with a low voice, putting down the papers on the desk;

“I won’t let you out until you two solve this stupid break-up of yours” The voice of a leader shouts behind the locked door, the both of you don’t answer;

“I’ll check on you in 2 hours”;

You two didn’t talk to each other for 4 hours while closed in that room, each of you went to a corner and read a book from Max’s bookshelf;

Eric would look up at you over his book every few minutes and the guilt was for sure eating him up;

After a few minutes of the hour 4 passed, Eric got up and walked over to you;

You acted like you didn’t notice as he sits down next to you on the couch;

“I’m sorry for what I said to you that day” Eric started, “I didn’t mean any of it”;

“Are you just saying that because you want to get out of the room, or do you really mean it?” You asked him, looking up from the book;

“I really mean it. I feel bad for what I told you, I was just so annoyed about what an initiate had said to me that day, that I took it out of you”;

You stayed in silence for a few seconds while looking at Eric, taking a good look at him;

“You have every right to be mad at me” He continued, “I deserve it”;

“You do” You confirmed;

“Will you ever forgive me?” He asked, now looking at you with his blue sad eyes;

“Don’t be stupid, Eric” You started as you sat sideways to look at him, “Of course, I’m going to forgive you”;

“What do I have to do for you to forgive me?” He asked and you start to think, “Do you want me to run around naked? Tattoo your name on my forehead? Shave my head? My eyebrows?”;

As Eric continued to name punishments, you can’t help but smile as you imagined him doing some of them;

“None of that” You say with a smile, making him stop, “I just want you to promise me something”;

“Anything” He said, and you grabbed his hand;

“Promise me that you’ll never take your anger out on me again, and whenever you have a problem with something or someone, you’ll let me know” You said and he looked at you, like he’s waiting for the real bomb to come in;

“That’s it?” He asked with shock in his voice;

“Yeah, that’s it” You say while nodding;

“Then of course, I’ll promise you that… A million times if needed” He says, and you smile at him;

“Then you’re forgiven” You tell him before pecking his lips quickly;

Eric smiles down at you and holds your face between in his hands, before giving you a real kiss;

As you two start making out, the sound of the lock turning once again sounds, determining that you are free to go.

- - - - -

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blkgirl-writing · 4 years

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“Burned Cookies”

Jo March x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jo March can’t keep her eyes off of you. But she doesn’t quite know what to do for her feelings about a coworker, let alone a Woman.

A/N: THIS IS IT!!! My big, long awaited Jo March smut. I’m at work and decided fuck it, i’m gonna finish my fic. Thank everyone for dealing with me as I wrote this.

Warnings!: Bisexual reader, Fingering, Grinding, some internal homophobia at first, less Dom!Jo than I would have liked. MOSTLY FLUFF!!!

words: 3.1k

"You've always got your head stuck in your writings, Jo," you smiled, brushing your hand across her shoulder as you walked by. Dressed in your newest winter coat, you only meant to tease your fellow teacher in passing. But she grabbed your hand, and smirked up at you.

"Just like you are always in your music," Jo said, pulling you into the back of her chair, and resting your intertwined hands on her shoulder. "One cannot criticize if once does the exact same thing."

"I certainly wasn't criticizing only the best writer in New York...I was making a glaringly obvious observation." You pressed your fingers inter her skin, coaxing her into calmness as you massaged.

"The best writer in New York simply isn't true. You must not fuel my growing ego," Jo scorned, though a smirk clear on her lips.

"Maybe I wanna see a more confident Jo March. One that will let me read her stories, instead of running away everytime I ask," you hummed slyly, resting your chin on top of her head, trying to get a look at her writings.

"I do not!" Jo turned, attempting to slap your hand, but you moved away quickly laughing as she faked fury. Though, she couldn’t hide the small blush on her cheeks.

"Oh yes you do, my dear." With that, you walked off, giving a playful spin as you made your way to the front of the school.

"I'm off to the Opera! I'll tell you about it when I'm back!"

"You should be the one in it, not watching!" Jo yelled after you. You shot Jo a kind smile, and closed the front door. The brisk cold air hitting your skin instantly.

It was dark by the time you got back. Feet sore from the mile or two walk. You didn't have enough money for a carriage, and you did like the city atmosphere, the lights from the apartments, the crowded streets...but that did not make the trek in heels and some snowfall any less painful.

You let out a deep sigh of relief when you closed the door behind. Finally able to kick off your shoes, hang up the heavy wool coat.

The fireplace was still crackling. Making your way into the dimly lit living room, you saw Jo still sitting there. Nose still in her paper...a cup of tea placed beside her, hair down and hanging loose over her shoulders.

"You should be asleep, you know." You hummed , taking a seat across from Jo. She lifted her eyes up to you, setting down the pen for a moment.

"I don't need much sleep, anyway." Jo muttered, voice low amd a bit raspy. "How was the opera?"

"Magical, truly. You would have hated it, though. The story was terrible. But the lead made up for everything." You laughed,

"Bad writing with good acting doesn't make up for a bad base.” Jo muttered,

"I know, I know..." you said. “Are you hungry? I’m starving.”

That’s how you found yourself making cookies at 1am with Jo March. Promising each other no flour would be wasted, nor throw at each other (even if it was quite fun.) The ovens fire lit up the room just enough to see, and the few candles around just added to the glow. Neither of you were starved as much as just an hour prior, but no one wanted to admit that maybe the company was what they really wanted.

“No, you put the flour in with the sugar, not with the wets,” You said, gently grasping Jo’s hand, moving it away from the bowl. She audibly sighed at the touch, though, her body tensed at the movement.

“You okay, Jo?” you muttered, voice low, trying to get a glance at her face. She turned away from you, shaking her hand off of yours.

“Fine, don’t worry about it.” She smiled, forced. “Should we add cinnamon to these? I feel like it needs something warm-”

“Great idea. Cinnamon..Clove? Maybe some Cardamom?” you stepped to the cupboards, where the shelves of endless spices lay. “Almost like a chai.”

“Of course you’d want plain Chocolate chip cookies to be flavored chai as well.” Jo scoffed, though playfully. She leaned against the counter, watching as you carefully looked through the racks. Admiring you. How you looked in the dim candle light. Proper clothes abandoned. You shed your top and overskirt, leaving you with just Corset stays and a white skirt. A apron loosely tied around your waist. It felt so intimate. So quiet, while everyone slept in the big house. It was so easy to forget it wasn’t just you and her. Alone, but together.

“Jo? You’re taller than me. Would you mind grabbing the nutmeg from the top shelf for me?” You turned around, pouting hopelessly as you begged her. “Be a dear??? For me,”

“Barely taller,” She joked, stepping towards you. The wooden floor creaked as she stepped, sounding far too loud through the heavy air.

“Makes a difference,” you said, nudging her side. As Jo reached up, her skirt came loose from her skirt, revealing her pale skin. You couldn’t look away, even if you tried.

“No corset? You’re very ahead of the time.” You poked the open skin, feeling how cold she was. Your finger lingers there for a bit...too long to mean nothing. The thought crosses your mind to just keep it there...to press your whole hand to her back. But you pull away, letting the silly thoughts fade away.

“You know me,” Jo said, letting a breathy laugh escape her lips as she came down from her tippy toes, handing you the Nutmeg that you had almost forgotten about.

“Yes, and i’m very glad I do.” Smiling, you reached for her hand, letting your fingers linger on hers for a few moments, before taking the spice from them. Her hands were so cold, you were quite surprised they were fully functional.

“Now...what were we up to?” You Hummed, turning on the heel of your foot, and padding to the sink, where the very clear mess you two made was.

“When do we get to the chocolate part?” Jo whined, leaning her head on your shoulder, peering over at the flour mixture you had whipped up in a flurry.

“Soon enough, my writer. Even faster if you actually did you half-”

“Hey! I was trying, before you asked me to reach up for a spice you didn’t even need,” Jo quipped, turning around swiftly to lean against the counter, head turned to you.

“you’re pretty like this,” Jo muttered, biting at her already raw lips. Her eyes scanned over your face, searching for something you couldn’t figure out. But she was studying you like a book.

“Thank you,” You smiled. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

You cooked in silence, for too long. Jo quietly doing her own little task. Avoiding your worried gaze. And once you put the cookies in to bake, you two stood against the counter. Eyes drifting in different directions. The lack of contact was killing you. And Jo wasn’t much better,

"Y/n?" Jo asked, eyes now...almost filled with tears? The dim light revealed very little to the face, but you could see that she was sad, distressed.

"Yes, dear?" You quickly sat up, crossing the tea table to sit on the floor in front of Jo, reaching for her hands. Though, she pulled away, sorrow riddled through her eyes.

"I...I think I'm confused. I don't know what to do.”

"Talk to me." You urged, reaching for her hand. And though she flinched at the cold touch, Jo laced her fingers with yours.

"Im... I find myself attracted to women." She admitted, as if it was stuck in her throat. Words tumbling out and falling to the floor. She still refused to look at you. Silence filling the air for a long few moments. Letting the time sink in. Too much time for Jo to like. She was so scared, that you would tell, laugh, maybe even hurt her? She didn’t know. It was all so unclear. All she knew was that she was extremely attracted to you, and more so than any friend should be. And she had never felt that way towards a man, and when she tried, it made herself sick. “And it feels wrong. I have a friend back at home I should have been able to love. But I don’t. And...I’m quite sure now it’s because he isn’t a she. And I'm horrible because of that.”

“That’s what has got you so?” You spoke, a hint of a laugh in your breathy voice. “Jo, I’ve always known I like Boys as much as I like Girls. And I'm not the least bit afraid. It is simply who I am. I am not horrible for that. Neither are you.”

“What?” She gasped, word rushed, said with very little thought. The admission of your own was so confident, so true to yourself. It shook her to her core.

“Is this shocking? I mean, I wear so much plaid, I thought it was obvious-” You chuckled, biting down your lip to keep from being too loud.

“Plaid doesn’t make you Queer,” Jo slapped your arm, you winced at the small amount of pain, calling out her name playfully.

“Misses Turnime and lady Lilian? They’re a couple. And no one can ever name a day they went without plaid something.” You laughed, “I'm not saying we all wear plaids, but…”

Jo paused.

“You’re...Okay then? With me?” Jo asked, eyes coming to meet yours. A sparkle of tears hanging from her cheeks. She appeared so with it, so confident all of the time. It was odd seeing her like this. It broke your heart.

“Oh Jo, don’t cry. Of course I’m okay with it. In fact, I’m quite pleased.” You smiled softly, reaching out to wipe the tears away from her skin. Delicately pressing a hand on her jaw, you leaned in, placing a quick, small kiss just off of her lips. “I’ve had my eyes on you since we ran into each other on the train.”

“You’re messing with me-” Jo stared at you, completely dumbstruck. Lips parted, brows furrowed. “No...no way. You couldn’t.”

“And why could I not?” You whispered, just barely enough to hear. Honestly, you wanted a different reaction. You didn’t want to hurt her. Did you hurt her? “I-I hope I didn’t ruin anything-”

“No! No, I just...I’ve been admiring you, so graceful and beautiful. I can’t Imagine you liking homely old me. The girl too caught up in her work. You're..you.” She bit down on her bottom lip, eyes wandering down to her lap, obviously gathering the words going a mile a minute in her mind. “You’re just so pretty.”

“I don’t know why it’s so hard to Imagine, Jo. You’re pure perfection.” You smirked, placing fingers under her chin, lifting her head up to meet your eyes.

“Can I kiss you, Josephine March?”

“Please, yes.” She inched closer to you, fluttering her eyes shut, letting you close the small gap.

She could have sworn, the stars aligned when your lips met hers. So soft and warm, fitting perfectly to each other. Her hand hesitantly wrapped around your waist, the other going up to your neck. Unsure, yet it all felt right. Just right. She couldn’t help the moan that came from her chest, bubbling up as she moved away from your lips, and tucked her head into the crook of your neck. Pressing kisses along the skin there.

The pair stumbled into the living room, Jo unable to keep her hands off of you, desperate for more. And you drinking in the passion she so effortlessly gave you.

Jo laid you down on the couch, the light of the fireplace dimly glowing behind. It lit up your bodies, warm toned and cozy. Keeping the red hot fire between you. Her gaze so sharp, digging into your chest. Corset pushed down slightly, just enough for your nipples to pop out of the boned stays, pushed upon place. Skirt fully abandoned, you were truly a work of art. A painting, a song played with careful hands, a poem from the gods. Jo bit down on her lip, keeping herself from voicing too many of those helpless thoughts.

The way Jo looked over you, taking her hand and grabbing your jaw, kissing you with such force and power, it felt fucking fantastic. Power lacing through her fingers. She could make you feel pleasure, she could make you moan.

Her lips trailed hot down your exposed chest, her hands working at untying the white skirt keeping her from going any further down.

Your chest heaved against the corset, breaths shirt and eyes never leaving Jo. She was on fire. Beautiful and fierce. As soon as she finished with the ties, you lifted your hips so she could slide it right off, exposing your lower half completely. Jo's warm hands grasping your hips, pressing them down into the soft cushion of the couch.

You worked at getting her undressed, throwing her clothes haphazardly across the room, until she was just in her drawers, that hung loosely from her thin frame. You let your hands travel from her waist to her breasts, brushing against her nipples.

"Jo...please touch me," you whispered, fingers intertwining in her soft hair. The hair you had wanted to touch for too long. It was just as good as you had hoped. And the small moan that escaped her lips when you did so was even better.

It only seemed like seconds, time flashed by as she brushed her fingers against your heat, rubbing light circles against where you needed her most. Back arched and lips parted, you moaned out her name like a prayer, and she watched every small move you made. So entrenched by your body. She drank in the sight, it was easily the most beautiful thing she had seen. Like a painting from the gods, perfect in every way.

Then, a finger dipped into you, pushing in and out so slowly, dragging out the firey feeling that lit inside you. Your breath was heavy, and her lips on yours kept from releasing the dirtiest of sounds.

Jo lightly grinded against your thigh as she worked her fingers into you, lips planted on the sensitive skin of your neck. It was hard for her to hide how turned on she was by you, how such little touch would bring her to her own climax.

Your hand traveled down to her ass, pushing down the linen as you grabbed on tight, fingers surely leaving marks. It was her turn to whisper your name, shaky and light, begging for a release.

“Cum with me, Jo,” Just like that, with her lips against yours, in sync, you came undone. Moaning against her as you shook through your orgasm, her own following right behind you. Heaven touched the two of you in a moment of pure bliss. You stayed like that for a moment. It wasn’t until she pulled her fingers from you that you were jolted into reality. Forgetting what had happened wasn’t some sort of dream, or amazing fantasy. Jo was naked, on top of you. And completely in love.

Jo’s hair now frizzy, a layer of sweat clear in the dim light. She stared down at you with a small, satisfied smile. Cheeks red, flushed. She looked like a goddess.

“that was-” You panted,eyes wide as your tried to grasp for air.

“-Ethereal,” Jo finished, Guiding you to sit up. Faces inches apart, chests press together. You could barely feel her heartbeat, but it was there. Fast and hard. Her fingers pressed to your lower back, butterfly like.

“Jo?” You whispered, holding back a laugh as you pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “I think the cookies are burning-”

“I like them crispy, anyway.”

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kpopscenario · 4 years

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Did I stutter?

(Part 1)

Pairing: Yunho x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: Two mafia gangs, enemies to death. And one twisted, dark desire connecting the two.

A/N: Mafia!Au, Shooting, Kidnapping, Slight Gunplay, Degradation, Cursing

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“Everything’s planned and there will be no re-arrangements”, the dark-haired man in the boss’ chair talked with a clear but low voice. His raven black eyes darted at each and everyone of us standing around the glass table. A few nods and agreements later, Hongjoong stood up, nodded and looked at the clock that hung above the entry door. “Everyone’s at their told position at exactly 1am. Not much time left so you better prepare and hurry. I want no mistakes. The raid will be fully under control.”

“Yes, boss”, my colleagues all agreed with the leader and then left the room with their heavy, black coats on and their hidden weapons. Next to the basic guns everyone in the gang had with them like a second skin, each one had their own specialty. If it was the shotguns, a simple baseball bat, the handling of daggers or garrote wires. Everyone had their skill and mine consisted of my two babies on my back. Two of the sharpest and most dangerous daggers were placed crosswise on a belt around my lower back, hidden under the thick coat but perfect to reach in a heated situation. Not only had I been trained by Hongjoong the leader and best skilled man in the gang himself but also did my flawless skills brought me to the position of Hongjoong’s personal assistant and best assassin. Although the relatively young leader wasn’t even a bit soft from the outside and was able to intimate people with his simple presence, I could see the man behind the stern expressions and fierce orders. There was a caring core, a man caring for his people, for his family. He wasn’t the same person without the people around him, supporting him till death would part us all. We basically had no secrets from eachother, I knew the men in this gang as well as they knew about me and my imperfections. On this high level of professionalism that we all possessed, only the skilled ones were able to see other’s flaws and only like that, we could improve ourselves on a daily training basis.

Life in such a gang wasn’t a piece of cake. Days were packed with group and individual training sessions that could easily last until the sun was down again and you’d be sore for days. Going to bed at 3 in the morning after having had a hot shower and some stretching exercises had become a natural routine for me. There wasn’t much time for oneself. If it wasn’t for training, time would pass during meals with the others before the next session was due. That or some special tasks that would come directly from Hongjoong in my case. As his personal assistant, I for instance was responsible for the newcomer training session with the basic weapons everyone needed to master before going to an actual mission. So needless to say, I had made a name in the gang. And not only because I was the only female in the task force, my sharp working, skilled hands and an intimidating image spoke for themselves. Even rolemodel fighters with the same level as me knew not to mess with me. My temper was under control mostly but hell, you didn’t want to make me mad.

Not if you didn’t want to lose some fingers.

While I was sharping my precious daggers, seated on the boss’ table, I felt the presence of another pair of eyes on me. So I didn’t even have to look up to know how Hongjoong was observing me once again. It was a habit of him, I guess it made sense to observe the members of his pack. In the end, we were the ones to fuck everything up if the worst happened. He was very strict considering the selection of people that were allowed to go on a mission. Only the best ones were qualified, a newcomer needed years of training before being allowed to do little tasks on their own. The punishment for a failed mission…well, they were connected with not only shame and disgrace within the members of the gang but also with being banned from missions for an awfully long time.

I had already gone on multiple missions. Not only raids and assassination missions, there had been countless interrogations that I had to lead, to get the precious information squeezed out of someone. And I was good at my job. There had been crashed missions, ruined by my team. We succeeded in stopping our enemies from making business profits countless times. If my team was something then we were stubborn and hard to rip off once we were glued on someone.

But every gang had that one person that was especially hard to deal with. In our gang I guess that this person was me, but in the pack of our enemy it was this one man, the biggest pain in the ass.

Jeong Yunho.

This awfulness of a man had been the constant burden, an annoying problem that kept appearing out of nowhere, when we least expected him to pop up and when we needed that extra portion of trouble the least. That man was the issue in my usual flawless rapports that kept making me look like a failure. It was because of him that Hongjoong kept pushing me harder, he wanted me to finally get rid of that plague.

And so, I had almost made it a personal mission to observe Yunho over the years.

Needless to say, Yunho hadn’t been involved in all my missions considering his pack. Even when we were sabotaging their traffic or their own missions, he had sometimes only been in the background. But the few times I had met him on the battlefield, I could catch a lot of his shadow-like character.

Although he must have been in my age, he was boosting with not only seriousness surrounding him in everything that he did, but he was also that kind of person that could easily snap your neck without even flinching. He was stern but could also throw those awfully annoying jokes at his enemy that was about to shoot a bullet in his head. He wasn’t scared to die. Yunho was skilled, there was no doubt about it. I had seen it myself, how fast his reflexes were and how well he was with controlling his physical strength. Yunho had brought down too many men of our gang, his team wasn’t even that big but fuck, sometimes they came over us like a lightning. Nevertheless, Yunho wasn’t the actual leader of the enemy’s pack. He was their best taskforce member and basically had the same position as me in my gang. I knew him that well because he kept making those vendettas between the two packs about him and me. I hated how he used missions as some kind of competition between good fighters. What was his profit of that?

He wanted to see us fail, wanted to see me fail.

Wanted to see me break and fall.

But hell did he know that I wanted the same with him.

I didn’t chose to stand in constant competition with this asshole of a man. He was the enemy and I wanted nothing with seeing him dead. That’s what I wanted. Not his provocative comments when he succeeded and I failed. Not that smirk he wore whenever we would meet in a heated scene. Not that over-confidently look everytime he tried to rile me up, just to make my own confidence drop. Hell, it wasn’t working. He would never get enough satisfaction from all those games he was playing. I wasn’t his fucking puppet but a fierce competitor that wanted him to break.

I must had zoomed out completely in my raging thoughts, since I needed a few seconds to notice what Hongjoong now had said towards me.

“Everything’s planned”, the male in front of me mumbled once again, more to himself. It made me nod hesitantly. Focus on this mission.

“As you said before. It will work out, don’t worry. We have gone through this plan so often. They will be fucked after our little visit.”

And then, every sense of possible doubt or insecurity was vanished from Hongjoong’s face. He was into that cold state of mind, which would leave me scared and sleepless at the beginning of my career. If I hadn’t known him better, my knees would have given up right then and there. But now I was just hopping off the table as he had gotten his coat on, put the shotgun around his frame and rushed out of the headquarter – with me by his side.

“Let their heads roll.”

12:46.

That was what my silver wristwatch told me as I was around the corner from the enemy’s local point. They also had their headquarter but we did our research and knew for a fact that this gang had meetings in their own underground bar every night basically. But on every Thursday night there would be a bigger scene down there, not only casual hangouts, some clients and no-names. On Thursdays like this one, there would be the high class in that basement and we were ready to finish our rivalry with them on this day. End the rivalry without peace but with their blood on our guns.

It was a cold spring night and the thin leather gloves didn’t really bring me the warmth my body craved but right now I couldn’t care less about being cold. There was a mission and a clear target. Through the little microphones we had in our ear, the gang members kept sending their status updates about their positions and condition, something we were required to do. Hongjoong would get crazy mad if someone would so on a solo trip without communicating, the punishment for that was worse than making small mistakes.

“In position”, I heard another whisper through the microphone. With my eyes on the bar entrance, I was keeping my position as planned. A thousand times before. I didn’t need more than a few extra seconds to spot two of our snipers, positioned in the third floor of the building opposites the bar’s front and of the side entrance.

“Jane, update.” Hongjoong’s sudden voice in my ear made me slip back into reality. I cleared my throat.

“Sorry, in position.”

“Good. Wait for the green light then.”

With that, the voices disappeared and I could notice the city’s nightlife sounds. They were faded in the background since we weren’t exactly in the most popular and crowded quarters of the city. The streets here were narrow, dark and only semi-lit from the old street lanterns. There weren’t any citizens passing by, there was a cat rushing from car under another but next to that, silence. Suffocating silence even. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears next to the loud breathing. I was stiff but my hand was already under my coat, always ready for any unwanted surprise. The cold daggers were like an extension of my arm, I would only have to lift my arm and a throat would be covered with a cute red line. People really shouldn’t mess with me if I had my uniform on. The daggers were on my lower back while the colt was in its pocket attached to the belt around my waist. The chains around my chest weren’t only aesthetic as well, if I needed to use them to tie someone up, I would with no hesitation. Black hair was braided so it wouldn’t become a burden.

“12.57, get ready. Guards are out of sight apparently. Have you checked?” As soon as I heard Hongjoong’s voice, I couldn’t help but notice the lack of people guarding the basement. Usually there weren’t always some men there as well but still, it let me question things. Did it mean something or was it just their own casualty that made them forget guards on their bar? Right then, the snipers and the task team confirmed that there wasn’t anyone around, not even on the back of the bar. Meant we had free field.

“No snipers?”

“No snipers either, sir.”

“1am. Let’s go then. Go, go, go!”

And with Hongjoong permission, we started the mission. While my heart was beating up to my ears and I could feel how sweaty my hands got in the gloves, I watched the first wave rush across the street like shadows. Silent and almost flowing they reached their position. Two on the entrance, one on the side entrance, three at the back and the snipers ready to stop anyone who would try to slip through our hands. I made eye contact with the one on the side who then nodded back at me as I gave him permission to storm in. And after a few exchanged orders, they were all inside. I could only hear three loud doors banging open and people shouting messily, inaudible what they were saying.

Furniture crashed around.

Shots.

People wildly screamed.

Guns clicking.

Glass shattered.

Cries of help.

Footsteps, people running, tripping, falling.

All this was audible from my distanced position. My fingertips were tingling. Not sure if it was from the cold or from the fact that I didn’t take my hand off the dagger since Hongjoong gave the order to attack. I could only imagine what was happening in there. For now, not one soul left the bar. Not one enemy, not one member of the own pack. Only 7 minutes had passed as I looked at my watch. Time seemed to fly past me. I wanted to be in there, help them, shoot the enemy, bring this to a definite end.

This enemy had been an unpleasant burden for us for many many years now. Not only were they the biggest competitor when it came to our traffic business but also had they killed dozens of our men. They were known for their strategy and clever field tactics. They had smart heads in their teams that figured out how to drag their competitors down, make them fail or lose sudden profit. How often did we hear about them having stolen trucks full of our goods. They kept hacking in our systems, trying to do the same we were doing with them for years. Their task force on the other side, with which I had to deal most of the times, was as clever and tactical as ours. They would come up with backup plans that were as unexpected as they were dangerous to us, however we knew their game. We weren’t stupid. We had a whole time that was analyzing their steps and tricks on a daily basis. We knew them and they knew us. It was a rivalry on a high level, with dirty tricks and lots of blood flowing between the fronts. The people from the enemy gang weren’t too underrate at all, but so weren’t we. They were the biggest pain in the ass and we had reached a point where almost weekly streetfights just weren’t enough anymore. A new strategy had to come up. And Hongjoong had enough of those little plans, he wanted to go all in with this mission.

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“We will show them that they can’t mess with us anymore. We will bring this rivalry to an end, whatever the costs will be.”

And he was very specific about that ‘whatever the costs will be’ part. He literally had the coldest and most stern face on in that meeting that he showed us in a very long time. He really meant what he brought to plan later on. The mission was clear. Set a sign. Bring them to fall. Bring them to their knees and let them beg for their dear lives. Show no mercy. Think of all the brothers they had taken away from us.

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I was already changing my weight from one foot to the other as I was getting a little impatient by now. I sighed out loud while I waited for someone to give an update.

Someone. One soul.

Fucking hell, where were all of them?

“Help”, someone then finally broke the silence and it left me gasping.

“Yes, green light?”

“Come in, n-now.”

They didn’t need to tell me twice. And so I rushed across the street, a shadow myself. Daggers ready at hand as I pushed the door, which was already open and went inside the narrow and semi lit bar. I tried to keep my breathing as quiet as possible as I was looking around. Like a cat I scanned my surroundings while moving deeper in the building, slowly checking my back again before I rushed down the old stairs that made some creaking noises under my heavy boots. For a moment, I was surrounded by pure darkness and wondered why but when I reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped on a broken lightbulb, everything seemed a bit more like a recent fight. With a careful but swift movement, I turned around towards the actual room where the bar was, ready to cut some throats as my hands now held both dagger handles.

But to my shock, there was no need to.

With wide eyes, I scanned the pale faces of my gang members, some already covered in blood, some were as clean as me. Their hair was messed up, guns in their hands. I then dropped my eyes to the motionless bodies on the floor. Clearly they were dead, the blood puddles under their heads and bodies were enough proof and the fact that my men were standing still in front of those on the floor showed me that they weren’t any danger anymore. The bar was a complete mess. On the huge shelf above the actual bar counter barely were any bottles left. Most of the shattered glass was on the counter, spread all over the wooden floor or even in the hallway where I was standing. Chairs were spread across the whole room, as well as the heavy tables. It was pure chaos, nothing else. Nevertheless, something wasn’t right and this feeling made cold shivers run down my spine. With hesitation, I looked up at their lost faces once again.

“This…makes no sense. There weren’t only these four people.” Although it wasn’t a question, I didn’t seem sure about what to ask them since they looked clueless as well. No, there had to be more to it.

“We stormed the bar and all we found were two people in here and these two hiding in the backrooms”, Mingi’s explanation made me clench my jaw and grab my gun firmly. I needed to see it myself. The clock was ticking and this mission just couldn’t be already over, what- ten minutes?

“One will stay here and report. One follows me to the other rooms. Hurry up!”, their hesitation made me get impatient as hell, so I sounded even harsher than I usually did. It was enough to make Mingi gulp and quickly follow me out of the big room.

“But there aren’t even too many other rooms-”, I cut Mingi by shushing him and nodding into the direction of the stairs.

“Go upstairs and check every fucking room, turn every table, report and be fucking careful. They are fucking with us, I know it.”

Mingi didn’t hesitate to go upstairs when I told him to. Although he was at least one and a half heads taller than me, he was intimidated by me and it was good like that. Now I was the one who needed to be rational. Once Mingi was gone, I decided to check the bathrooms, well – one dirty trashhole consisting of two disgusting cabins. Nothing. I made sure to not fling the doors open like a maniac so if there actually still was someone, they wouldn’t be gone by now. With piercing eyes and a heart that was alarmingly loud against my chest, I rushed into the next room, then the next. They were all empty! Fuck.

Once I had checked every room and arrived at the main room twice, there was no patience left in my body. My nerves had found an end and I just wanted to solve the mystery why they weren’t in here. What the fuck had they set up? By now, the fact that they had probably planned something bigger was the loudest thought in my head right now and I hated this deep down to my guts. I could hear Mingi talking through his microphone as I was making my way towards the bathrooms again. I didn’t really hear exactly what Mingi was discussing but based on the frustrated stuttering that left his mouth, he was probably talking to a very unpleasant Hongjoong. Fuck, now I didn’t want to imagine how raging the leader must have been. Did we fuck up? I mean we killed all the men in the bar and that was the mission as far as I could memorize. But my guts told me something bad was coming for us. For all of us.

A loud bang interrupted my messy thoughts and made me flinch heavily. The fuck was that? It didn’t come from inside. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wide eyed, I instantly rushed around the corner but paid attention that nobody would surprise me from any of the rooms I had already checked a hundred times before.

“Mingi”, I hissed into the microphone as I was facing the backdoor. There was a suffocating silence on the other end of the line and it made me want to scream up the stairs. Was he deaf? “Mingi, this is a fucking order. Answer me, what happened?”

“Jane, what is going on in there? Do you need more men?”, Shit, I didn’t need Hongjoong to ask the same as I wanted to ask Mingi. Was was this man doing upstairs?

And there it was again. A loud banging sound, clearly from outside. I wanted to call Mingi again but there was no way that I could wait for him to answer right now. With a pounding heart and a dagger in my sweaty hand, I pressed my back at the backdoor. For a moment I closed my eyes, a way that I could prepare to storm out later. Breathe in, breathe out.

3…

2…

1…

“Jane, answer!”

The door swung open, a trashcan fell on the ground from the collision with the wooden door and filled the darkness of streets with an echoing sound. I looked around with wide eyes, hot breath created a cloud infront of my face.

This … this didn’t make sense. Where did that loud bang come from? Where the hell was Mingi and what was the plan of the enemy? I was almost growling out of frustration as I looked around and walked a few steps before Hongjoong’s loud and clearly affected voice broke the piercing silence once more.

“Jane, for fuck’s sake! Answer me, or I-”

“Or you will what?”

The voice behind me made my heart drop. I thought my knees would give in – not this voice. Anyone’s but his. Never in a million years would I have expected that fucking man behind me and especially not right on my ear. Out of reflex, I gasped loudly but had enough fighting instinct inside of me so that I could swing my arm out. The dagger hitting nothing but air created a sharp sound, but that sound was interrupted when the person grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm effortlessly. A sharp and painful scream escaped my mouth. The dagger fell to the ground, my wrist was pounding I just wanted to end that person.

With all the force I had, I tried to rip my arm out of his harsh grip which turned out to be impossible. So I went over to my second option, grabbed the second dagger and instantly slammed it back where the man’s torso should be placed. And apparently it worked, the man groaned and cursed loudly before he grabbed that hand as well.

“You’re a very clever one, huh?”, his low voice right on my ear made me quiver and feel sick to my stomach but the moment didn’t last too long since moments later, I found myself slammed against the brick wall, face forward, his body behind me. I winced in pain and shifted as much as I could, trying everything for him to let go. I tried to kick, bite, to smack him upside the head. His grip on my wrists only got harsher and actually hurt like hell. At one point he was shifting a lot behind me and even held my wrists in one hand. Even then I couldn’t free himself, no matter how much I moved them and fought against the grip that would surely leave bruises on my body.

“Get the fuck off me! I will literally rip your head off if you don’t-”, I wanted to scream again in hopes the gang would hear me. But before I could even raise my voice, the tall man pressed some kind of fabric against my mouth, covering my nose too with his big hand. I fought against the wet cloth, knowing very well what that was. I wouldn’t faint! As the panic inside of me was rising, I couldn’t help but to breathe faster and uncontrolled. The man had me caged against the wall, I couldn’t move my arms, nor could I kick him, or bite him.

I was trapped.

“Give up already, little one. You’re not winning this fight”, the man behind me growled in my ear as his lips were brushing against my skin which made me gasp again. But this time, that was a horrible idea. Having breathed in way too much of the chloroform, I could feel the strength leaving my body within seconds. My attempts to hit him were reduced as my muscles seemed to shut down. It was getting hard to keep the eyes open.

“Jane? Jane! Answer!”, Hongjoong.

Once again I tried to collect the rests of my strength. I needed to talk to him, he would help me. Anyone would rescue me. Frustrated filters however were the only sounds that left my lips as the stranger only pressed me harder against the wall, soon I even felt an arm tightly around my waist. Without, I would have probably fallen on the ground already.

“H…h-hong..”

“Sorry to disappoint you but this girl will go offline now”, Yunho talked into the ear where I had my microphone in, again I felt his lips against my ear but this time I could literally not do anything against him anymore. My vision got blurry, every sound faded to the background and I felt the urge to lie down.

The last thing I could remember was my numb body getting picked up, footsteps, muffled curses…

then blackness.

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1am trek to Rite-aide in a Batman kigurumi for a bottle of cold syrup and some ice cream

Fic under the cut🎉🎉 ⬇⬇⬇

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19826074

from beneath a pile of blankets a color drained clown groaned miserably, the sound somewhat muffled by the assortment pretty plastic bobbles filling up the half deflated kitty pool they laid in haphazardly.

The clown in question was Gotham's very own mage of mischief. and much as pain played into his game he absolutely HATED being sick.

Funny thing was, Jay didn’t ever get sick. Period.

With the slew of mystery chemicals constantly floating around in his blood he’d always thought he’d be immune to something as innocuous as a cold. yet here he was stewing in misery, surrounded by a sea of used tissues.To say this was the first time he'd spent the wee hours of the night feeling like garbage would be a lie, but it was definitely the first time he’d felt so unprepared for an ailment.

All that considered, He wouldn’t mind the discomfort if he wasn't so hopelessly bored and… not to mention… alone.

Harley, who was probably busy gardening at the moment, hadn’t answered his calls and none of the other rogues would bother coming to his aid if he asked… they didn't like him very much. He didn’t know why and hardly cared but right now he honestly wished he was better at making friends. Of course, Bud, his lovely hyena who was snoring audibly in the other corner of the room, kept him company on long lonely days, but a dog’s unconditional love could only go so far.

He’d been in his room for hours at this point but as the bat shaped clock on his wall struck 1:00 Jay finally decided he’d had enough.

Throwing the blankets aside, sending foam balls bouncing around the room in the process, Jay sat up, hair a mess, rings around his tired eyes, and stood. Trying his best to ignore the how the world spun like a fun top.

He didn’t need Harley or ANY of those other stupid bozo’s. He could fend for himself just fine and he wasn't about to let some stupid head cold keep him down. Without any further thought Jay grabbed his coat, put on shoes, and headed out the door with a pop-gun in his pocket, looking an absolute mess. Grateful for Gotham's shady midnight darkness --------------------------------

It didn’t take long for the clown to reach his destination, Nite-aid pharmaceuticals was right down the street, just close enough to glide the whole way on a pair of unsteady heelys.

When he entered the store the place was mostly empty except for a few unfortunate stragglers. Night owls looking for late-night smokes and liquor as busted fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered above them... A few patrons turned to glance at him warily, not recognizing the clown out of makeup but suspicious nonetheless. Their failure to turn-tail at first sight would be a mistake they'd soon regret as the unkempt clown lifted his pop-gun in the air and lazily pulled it's trigger.

Now a normal play pistol would’ve gone off with an amusingly harmless pop, but Jay liked to personalize his toys. When the cork shot out the sound pierced through the nights silence like a firecracker, a waft of confetti and billowing green smoke flying up with it in an explosion of noxious, candy scented, color.

The fumes quickly spread through the small store, hot boxing it with chemicals that sent all who breathed it into a frenzied fit. The few unlucky customers present dropped anything they held and nearly toppled over each other as they ran screaming with laughter into the night.

At the back though, a store clerk, who seemed to be bared behind his counter, gagged and giggled as he writhed on the floor with his arms clenched around his sids, too disoriented by now to jump to freedom or even unlatch the door leading out.

As Joker came closer the man backed up, amused yet scared half to death of what would happen as the clown peered over the counter and examined him silently.

A few beats passed before Joker let out a small sigh and mentally made a note to tweak his smilex a tad as he wordlessly opened the gate and let the poor, gasping, employee run free, watching him trip over his own feet a few times as he did. His patented giggle concoction seemed a little too potent this time around, he’d have to fix it sometime….

Soon the joint was empty and joker was alone once more. The whole store now nuisance free and it’s contents perfectly ripe for the taking.

Humming a tune to himself Jay sashayed over to the medicinal isle and eyed over his options. All the keysmashed names and multicolored boxes seemed to meld together the longer he stared. he had no idea which one would be his miracle cure and the way his head swirled made it hard to concentrate on all the teeny-tiny words in front of his heavy feeling eyes. Instead of thinking Jay took a bag and filled it with whatever looked right. If he overdosed on Benadryl and Tylenol instead of Nyquil, so be it.

Before heading out Jay decided to take anything else he thought he might need to feel better including a pint of mint-chocolate chip ice-cream from the fridges in back, a page of funnies and a bargain bin DVD copy of Roger Rabbit .

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As Jay walked out he heard a low rumble coming from a few blocks away, before he was able to recognize the telltale roar of the Batmobile, the powerful car had already charged its way down the street swerving to a sudden screeching halt in front of the small drug store as blinding headlights pointed directly at Jay, temporarily disorienting the already discombobulated clown and exposing his unfortunate appearance.

As Jay clumsily shielded his eyes a dark figure exited the tech loaded vehicle and slowly floated closer. Soon a tall shadow loomed over him, blocking the stunning beams of light. Jay slowly peered up to meet a pair of cold blue slits.

"Batman..…?" said Jay, sounding somewhat surprised despite knowing better

“Shoulda known you’d be here…. you're not gonna arrest me are you?" He asked pitifully

The Bat seemed to examine him for a moment, blue lenses eyeing him up and down. Jay was suddenly very aware of how he must have looked, he hadn't combed his hair, or shaved, or bathed, he was 99% percent sure he'd grabbed a mix-matched pair of heelys on the way out and he was currently wearing a jacket over a onesie despite the fact he was cooking like a hotdog in a microwave, evident by the beads of cold sweat trailing down his face….

His bare, scar riddled, face….

He began to turn red with embarrassment as he averted his weary gaze from the other man's calculated scrutiny, shoulders tensing

"Look are you gonna do your thing or can I take my stolen goods and go?" He asked impatiently, exhaustion in his voice

"My Bat-monitor says you have a 104 degree fever" the Bat states. No inflection.

"right, Which is why I need to get home like, now- " a large hand placed itself on his shoulder as he crouched to collect his stuff from the ground

"What you NEED is medical attention" Batman insisted, gently firming his grip. Jay, stood up, shaking his head in protest despite feeling more and more lightheaded with every passing second

"n-no I-I'm fine, i'll be fine! I just need t- "

Before he could protest further, handcuffs were promptly clasped around his limp wrists with a snug click, Jay looked at his shiny new bracelets and gave Bruce a sharp glare.

"bastard." he grumbled

"You'll thank me later." Bats stated cooly as he took the clown by the scruff of his hood and escorted him to the Batmobile. Jay struggled slightly at first, ragdolling as the Bat pulled him along, the fight in him quickly dissipated though as his energy slowly faded and he realized how shortsighted he'd been to not expect a situation like this. Of course the Bat would be here. you could hardly J-walk in this city without his big dumb ears hearing about it somehow.

But despite the inconvenience he wasn't mad… just… unprepared

he and the Bat had a special little relationship and after the day he'd had, that flowing black cape could be considered a sight for sore eyes. But this particular situation was a little different from their usual routine. Up there on the rooftops they were perfectly matched equals. Jay fast and unpredictable, Bats strong and disciplined. right now, as Jay was silently chauffeured to an impressive looking street demon, the scales were tipped, and instead of being fast he was weak and slow and practically nodding off by the time Bats gently placed his body in it’s passenger seat.

The rumble of the monsters powerful engine shook Jay from his daze and his unfocused eyes were greeted by a colorful array of buttons and knobs that decorated the car's interior.

"Ooohh" he awed quietly

"Don't. Touch. ANYTHING." The Bat warned sternly.

"Fuuuh-INE" he complained. "You don't mind if i eat in here tho right?" He asked as he fished into his bag and took out his pint of ice cream.

Batman shot him a look of disapproval.

"Ah, Don't worry- " Jay assured as he struggled to get the tub open "I won't get any on your p-precious lea-ther interio- " a bout of violent coughs interrupted his snarky remark…

The Bat sighed

"here, let me" he took the tub and quickly ripped it open, before placing it back in Jays lap

"OH HO HO thanks, Armstrong." He teased

"Whatever… Just pipe down and take this." Bruce reached into his glorified fanny pack and pulled out a small green pill.

Jay eyed it curiously.

"S' not some funky sedative is it?" He asks cautiously

Bruce shook his head….

"It's a… chemical agent I made special for you… I uh… mix it with my sedatives to counteract your resistance to them… it won't put you to sleep but It should have the same effect on those meds i’m paying for" he explained, nodding at the cherry flavored syrup Jay swiped.

With a bit of hesitation Jay picked up the small capsule and eyed it further. It was rather large and filled with a bright green gel.

"....well that's pretty... thoughtful of you I guess. "

Bruce looked away briefly, he'd created the compound last time Jay was out cold on his operating table using a sample of his blood. He'd put it to other uses since, but it had ultimately saved the clown's life last time around… that said he should've known Jay might find his over-preparedness odd

After a few beats of silence, Jay bit the bullet, washing it down with a scoop of ice cream. Help from the Bat, no matter how uncalled for, was usually help he could trust, besides he thought it was funny how often the Bat modded his tech just for his sake. Was it obsessive? Romantic? he couldn’t tell, but he was definitely flattered…

With a small contented smile on his face, Bruce turned back to the wheel and revved his engine "Alright clown... buckle up"

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It didn't take long for the two to arrive at the Batcave. The ride there quick and uneventful. Bruce didn’t have to bother with a blindfold or knockout gas to cover his tracks, Jay had passed out about halfway there and even then, it wouldn't have mattered much. He was sure Jay already knew it’s location despite being in the dark about...other things.

Exiting the car and stalking to the other side with his cape flowing behind him. Bruce opened the door to the passenger seat and watched as the winged doors lifted to reveal a sleeping figure cradling a half melted pint of ice cream.

“Is this the 'guest' you mentioned earlier sir?” Alfred inquired as he came to greet his kevlar clad son.

“It is.” He answered softly as he slowly lifted the pint from the clowns arms and handed It to the older man

"You somehow failed to mention the guest in question was your colorful new nemesis” the servant jested, raising a brow

"Uh… Forgot to I guess" Bruce shrugged, knowing full well he’d swept a detail or two under the rug to avoid another scolding from his free-spoken butler.

There was a pause of silence as they both watched the peaceful perriot rest

“...If only he was this quiet all the time, Gotham would be a much less hectic place… “ said Alfred after a moment.

“Perhaps” said Bruce. eye’s never breaking away as his chest rose and fell

Alfred, of course, had more to say but decided to keep it to himself as not to sour the moment he was having.

“Well this is going in the fridge... a pot of hot soup should be ready shortly. Just enough for the both of you”

“Thanks al”

Alfred nodded then went on his way as Bruce turned his attention back to Jay.

Although he was used to seeing the jolly jester in a more upkept state, he had to admit he was… striking... even like this…

When that perpetually cheery smile of his finally relaxed, it was replaced by soft supple lips and butter knife sharp cheekbones that framed his face in a way rarely seen outside of hollywood.

Gingerly, Bruce reached beneath his guest and lifted him from his seat.

It always surprised him how light he was, not that Jay was very big to begin with but… the way he threw a punch, took hits like they were nothing… it made it easy to forget he was only about 5'4"... perhaps even smaller minus the mane of hair that currently draped over his tired face

With the rest of the man’s features veiled, Bruce’s eyes were drawn to the two deep scars which curled from the corners of his mouth like a jagged grin. They were long healed but Bruce had a feeling the wounds cut deeper than eyes could see...

As Bruce thumbed away a few stray locks of green to get a better look, Jay began to stir. Hurriedly Bruce stepped over to the med bay section of the cave and laid his guest down before his eyes began to flutter open

"W-where?" He asked groggily as his vision focused

"Batcave."

“Again?” He muttered while sitting up “This gonna be a regular thing?”

“Were you expecting a hospital?” Bruce asked.

Jay rubbed his face

“guess not….” Hospitals we’re never really an option for people like them he supposed. Too many nosy doctors and prodding hands… bad memories...

“Here” a small cup of cherry liquid appeared in front of him, held by a black glove. He took it slowly.

“Can't have the whole bottle??”

“Why would you want to?”

Jay shrugged and took the shot

“I dunno…”

Bruce let that comment slide and stepped closer to check his temperature again.

"How are you feeling?"

" terrible" Jay replied miserably. Bruce looked at his monitor, the clown was stable at about 105°. It wasn't common for a cold to come with a fever but Jay was... an uncommon person.

" think a cool shower might help?"

The clown smiled "...mm… maybe…. You aren't offering to join me are you?"

Bruce scoffed "Not with you like this I'm not…"

Jay rose an eyebrow.

"er… not that I would if you…. Weren't…" Bruce's cheeks went pink for a moment. Though he'd looked away he could tell Jay was smiling even wider. Probably holding in a laugh too.

"Uhm...alright uh… washroom's that way, use what you want, shampoo, conditioner, whatever, I can always buy more"

Jay hopped down from the table and stretched with a moan

"I'm sure you can, rich boy."

"Huh?" Bruce tensed, taken aback by the term usually used to describe his alter ego.

"being best buds with Bruce Wayne must have some pretty sweet perks"

Bruce sighed, allowing himself to breath again as Jay made his way to the shower "right.."

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It didn't take long for Jay to return, He made quick work of cleaning up and was soaped, rinsed and dried within a few minutes. His greasy mop now a fluffy, blow dried, up-do And his mind fog free.

The bouncy mane of curls caught Bruce's attention as the clown re-entered the main room, freshly scrubbed, lemon scented and humming a tune.

"You look a little better…. " Bruce complimented

"Just a little?" Said Jay, faking disappointment.

"Uh… w...well" Bruce stammered.

"Just teasing u dummy." He said with a smile as he took a seat on the bannister next to the Bat-computer.

"Right… well.... I see you're back to your normal self" said Bruce, returning to his work

"Mostly." Jay smiled

"Good… that's good." There was some silence taken up by Bruce's fingers tapping the Bat-computer's interface

"Hey." Jay interrupted

"Yeah?" Said Bruce

"Aren't you scared of catching my cold-cooties or something?" The clown inquired

"No." Bruce answered bluntly.

"Why not?"

"bats don't get colds"

Jay rose an eyebrow.

"Oh really?"

"It's true."

"Mhm…"

Suddenly the sound of a throat clearing interrupted their banter.

"are you two quite done, or will supper have to wait?"

The odd couple turned to face Alfred who was holding a silver platter somewhat impatiently.

"er...Now is fine Alfred"

The butler nodded and gracefully waltzed between them to set the plate down. Removing it's dome to reveal a piping hot stew, stuffed with chicken and veggies, with fresh baked biscuits on the side. It’s aroma was even more enticing than it’s appearance

"Wow this is nothing like that Campbell's stuff" said Jay, eyes wide.

"I should hope not.” Alfred huffed. “ I didn't go to culinary school to cook from a can"

“Thank’s Al, it looks great”

"Of course sir… Oh, and, sir?"

"Yeah, Al?"

"You invited this man into your home… least you could do is give him a proper seat"

Jay was still sitting on the banister, swinging his legs happily.

“oh…. Right” he pressed a button and a second chair raised from the floor “i’m… usually the only person down here, sorry.”

“What about that kid?”

“Robin? Never sits still, likes the banister “

“Huh, Go figure….” Jay plopped down in his seat and spun around a few times before grabbing his bowl and testing the soup… to put it lightly, the taste was beyond heavenly.

“Oh my god….”

“Glad to see it suits your taste mr.Jay, young Bruce would fuss about having to eat it every time he was under the weather….”

Bruce a blushed a tint

Jay smiled

“I guess bat’s DO get the sniffles”

“Wasn't a bat back then, doesn’t count”

“Yes it does.”

“No it doesn't”

“Yes it- “

“Children!”

They froze… Alfred gave them a stern look. Free of malice but intimidating nonetheless.

“Do try to behave yourselves, I have enough trouble with robin as is and he’s much better mattered than the both of you”

“Yes, Alfred”

“Sorry, Alfred…” they apologized

The butler one last look,turned on his heels and left the room in silence.

“Man you’re butler’s mean…” Jay whispered

“Don't worry, it’s just an act…. I think…” As they both returned to their gourmet supper Jay suddenly recalled the DVD he'd brought with him.

"Oh HEY! Can we watch a movie???"

"Movie?"

"Yeah!" Jay scrambled over his bag and ran back with the box in his hand.

"Roger Rabbit! It's a classic!"

"Never seen it."

"Really? well we'll have to fix that… it's a detective story! you'll like it!…"

Bruce slowly took the case, studying its colorful cover…

"Suppose… I'll... take your word for it."

Reluctantly, Bruce popped a hatch on the Bat-computer and let the movie play on one of it's many monitors. Jay sitting back with a satisfied smile as Bruce sunk deeper into his work...

Or at least, tried to.

Jay's amused chuckles here and there made it hard to concentrate but the sound wasn't… unpleasant. Every now and then the clown would tap his shoulder and tell him to pay attention to a favorite scene or line if his… eyes flitting between him and the screen, searching for a reaction, however small or unreadable … smiling whenever Bruce's lips curled even a millimeter or two.

As the night continued, Bruce recalled the large home theater he had upstairs in the mansion

50 seats and rarely more than one taken at a time...

He imagined himself up there now with his arm around the other man's shoulders, sharing snacks and a large blanket, huddled close…

Perhaps he could’ve come up with some elaborate lie about "Bruno" allowing visitors in his humble abode, but as much warmth as the thought gave him, it was greatly overpowered by his own paranoia…

He wasn’t quite ready to break that barrier no matter how much he wanted too...

So maybe not today…

But maybe later….

Someday.

After a few passing moments Bruce realized Jay’s little interruptions had stopped and turned to find the man fully asleep on the chair beside him. With a light sigh, Bruce carefully removed his cape and draped it over the man just as he’d done before a year or so ago, Quietly calling for Alfred to prepare the Batcave’s guest bed.

With all the cordial tenderness in the world, Bruce lifted his nemesis and carried him downstairs. for now, somewhere in between all the imaginary lines they’d drawn in the sand, just this close was close enough.

#batman #lego batman #batjokes #jokeboi au #fanfic #my art

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willowaudreykeyes · 4 years

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Morning Competition

- What happens when Logan and Deceit decide to compete in the weirdest of ‘science’ experiments without telling anyone, and it throws Roman for a loop. Aka: The day Roman realises that his friends will never stop surprising him. Ships: Loceit, Platonic Roman at everyone Warnings: swearing, are hickeys a warning?, bad plot I’m new to this, but i got the idea from a friend who asked if asexuals leave hickeys on their partner. I wouldn’t know, I’ve never even dated. I am asexual though. So i answered with ‘I guess for science?’ and the memory only came back at 1am today and wouldn’t let me sleep So I hope you enjoy The ending sucks, I know First and third person difference? Who’s she? Never heard of her ----------------------- This wasn’t what Roman thought his morning would go.

Being the trait of romance, he was a little jealous that Logic and Deceit both had boyfriends. He wasn’t jealous of their boyfriends; just that they were with each other while he was on his lonesome. He’s voiced this a few times during the start of their relationship until Deceit threatened to sic his brother on him. Now he quietly laments on his loneliness while openly supporting the two in their adorable, very gay relationship.

But his undying love for romance can only go so far before he’s at a loss.

“Was... Was that a hickey on his neck?” With a silent nod, he helps Virgil put his mug down before he spills the bitter coffee onto his lap as his eyes remain trained on the stairs where their dear friend had retreated to find something to read during breakfast.

It’s been nearly two whole years since the two started dating. There was four months of hiding said relationship, another eight for the two to be happily open about all their cute couple things, and then almost an entire year of moment-long kisses and the occasional warmth-seeking snake needing affection.

Hickeys though... That’s a new one. He would have thought that he was imagining it, but Virgil had seen it as well. If Virgil saw it, then that dark bruise just above the nerd’s shirt collar exists.

And that baffled Roman for some reason.

“Dude, stop being a disaster gay and eat your food before Patton scolds you for wasting it.” He turns to their resident emo with a face of pure shock, motioning towards the stairs.

“But... But when will I ever see such a sight again!?”

“The way you talk about the two makes it sound like your gay for them. Just, don’t be weird about it...”

With a huff, the Prince returns to his meal just as Logan returns with a very worn copy of ‘Treasure Island’ that he had given the nerd for Christmas many moons ago. It warmed his heart that his friend still read it as it had taken him weeks to try and find a book that wasn’t full of facts that Logan would remember after the first read. He’d reminisce more, but that darkened patch of skin is distracting him.

‘It’s just a damned hickey’ he told himself. He shook his thoughts away and greeted their beloved father figure, who returned it with a happy smile and a wave before grabbing a plate for himself.

“Are Deceit and Remus not joining us this morning, Lo?” He perks up at the sound of his nickname, thinking for a moment as he finishes his bite of the pancakes he made for everyone this morning.

“They’ll be late today as Remus wished to show Deceit something. Apparently, it just couldn’t wait until after breakfast.” With a nod, Patton starts making conversation with Virgil and we let Logan go back to his book. I find myself looking at that hickey after every few bites, glad that Logan is busy reading his book because this is probably weird.

He and Patton finish eating at the same time, marking his book before following Patton to the sink to drop off the dishes. “Ah, one second.” I nearly drop my fork as he reaches up and fixes Logan’s collar, hiding the hickey after giving it a soft pat with the tips of his fingers. “Maybe ask De to make those a little lower next time.”

Not a moment passes before Virgil chokes on air, slapping a hand over his mouth to try and hide his laughter. I try to hide my own laughter, just not as well as the nerd is already red at the tips of his ears. “I’ll uh... t-tell him, Patton.”

“Who are you telling what to?” There’s the snake, his voice slinking into the room as he walks in from behind Virgil and I. Another small chuckle escapes as I turn towards him, only for it to be caught in my throat at the sight of him. There’s confusion, excitement, my passion for romance growing within me; but there’s mostly just pure amusement.

The human side of his neck is massively discoloured. Blotches of black and blue are spread across it, some of them ducking behind his collar to hide from others eyes. I register that he’s giving me a look of bemusement; but holy moly, give me mercy- Logan did that.

“Y-You said that you were going to wear a scarf!”

“I changed my mind. I’m starting to like the colour blue on my skin.”

I think I just choked.

“Fuck- Sorry Pat- you’re both so gay! Get a room!”

“We each have a room already, Virgil-”

“It’s an idiom, dear.”

I think I’m going to die from these two. They’re both too cute for it to be legal in my presence, yet they’re also both insufferable in their own ways. Deceit with the light flirting and pet name, Logan dashing all my thoughts about him after realising that he did that to Deceit’s neck. Probably his chest too. Fuck, now that image is in my head and I’m dying twice as fast.

“What’s with the look, Virgil? Never seen a hickey before?”

“We both know that you have more then just a hickey on you, and no. I just haven’t seen one on either one of you before. You said that you were ace!”

I manage to get rid of the clog up of air from my throat just as they give each other a look of amusement. I’d say something, but I’d probably die again and I don’t want Remus finding me passed out from an overdose of second-hand adorable gays.

“I am ace. You’re as bad as Remus right now... We were simply testing each other.”

“With your mouths on each others necks!?” I didn’t mean to yell that as loudly as I did. I can see Remus peeking over the stairs railing, smiling widely as if he knows something I don’t. Bastard rat man of a twin...

“Go on dearest. They won’t believe me if I tell them.”

Seeing Logan red as my sash and attempting to collect his thoughts will be forever locked inside my memories. It’s funny as hell and I’m already thinking of ways to try and see it again. “Deceit brought up the idea, at a ridiculous time of the night I may add, to test and see who could make a hickey the fastest between the two of us.”

“I won, as you can see. He kept trying to beat my time.”

“I was one point one-fourth of a second off!”

“He’s such a sore loser~”

I push my chair back and take a deep breath before standing. All the calmness said breath gave me dissipates into a mist of disappointment as Remus cackles quietly by the stairs. “And I thought you two were being romantic. But you’re both just massive nerds!”

“DE HAS A HICKEY BY HIS LEFT SNITTIE!”

Nope. I am done. Grabbing my plate, I quickly sink down into my room and quickly lock the door from the inside.

Logan had a hickey. Deceit had an army of hickeys. Remus knows where a hickey is on a part of Deceit’s body that should have been hidden from view. Remus has made the term ‘snittie’ now enter my brain like the Intrusive Thot that he is!

“WHY DO MY FRIENDS HAVE TO BE SO WEIRD!?”

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pedropascalssimp · 5 years

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●Part two ●

demon of the night

Summary: it's been a few days since the night Brian's car broke down, two days later he awakes with a sore neck, and a odd hunger. And angry

Warnings: mentions of blood and language. Angsty

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Its midnight when brian awakes, he yawns and opens his eyes looking around the dark room, his brows netting in confusion when he sees its pitch black dark outside, he hisses in pain as he feels a stinging in his neck, he brings a hand up lightly feeling the area, once the pad of his finger comes in contact with the area it stings, he hisses again at the painful feeling, he then scrambles out of bed and to a vanity with a mirror, when he looks in it he sees two red Mark's and a bruise. He panics and anger takes over him.

That's when he basically runs downstairs and towards the soft humming emitting from the kitchen, when he walks in he sees you standing there in a long red gown drinking something red, he would assume it was wine but it look thicker then wine would be, he stares at you for a moment, taking in the sight of you, you're absolutely gorgeous, he felt like he was hypnotized, the way your hair fell over your shoulders and your y/e/c eyes shining in the dim lighting, you're pure gorgeousness.

Then he realized he was supposed to be mad, and the anger returns, he stumped his way into the kitchen grabbing the attention of maximus who hisses at the man, you look up and smile at the man.

" what the fuck is this!." He points to his neck In a panicked angered voice, you only smile and turn around taking a drink from the mysterious red in the glass, he scoffs and looks to the floor with a tense jaw and clenched fists.

" why aren't you answering me and why are you smiling so damn much!." He almost begs as he looks back up at you, you smile again and look at him while leaning on the counter.

" well...its quite the long story and I'm sure you'd find it overwhelming so maybe you should take a seat." You say, he scoffs and let's out a noise that would resemble a whine. You motioned him to the sofa and he followed. As the two of you sit down you look toward him with eyes full of sympathy and love, and a soft kind smile. He couldn't help but to let his anger go as he looked at your beauty that seemed to wash it all away.

" to start it all off I'm not what you think i am...I'm a vampire an-." Before you could say anymore he cut you off.

" there! Not real!." He said with a raised voice, if Freddie, john or roger was hear they'd be shocked at the usually calm man raise his voice. You sigh at him.

" we are and I'm one so just listen." You say softly, but he doesn't and he stand up and paces, " how is that even possible! There these made up t-things! That people dress up as on Halloween!." He rambles, you sigh but stand up in a flash of an eye and grab his shoulders as your fangs come out, you hiss at the man and show him the fangs, his eyes go wide as he looks like he's about to fant, but thankfully he doesn't.

" sit down and listen to me!." You say in a demanding voice, he does so and stares at you with wide eyes still.

" I'm a vampire....have been for thousands years and." You say, still standing up looking at him with hard loving eyes. He gulps and let's out a shakey breath. " I didn't want to be one but it happened and I can't take it back...and I'm sorry...I'm so sorry what I did but I needed to...I had to.." you say with tears filling your eyes, he looks at you confused and you slowly get on your knees in front of him, looking at him with guilt.

" what did you do to me?..." he mumbles as he starts putting the puzzle pieces together. And quite honestly he's scared. A tear falls from your eye as you look at him.

" I had to do it...it's what was meant to happen." You say, he couldn't believe this...the anger he felt before was back and he moved you and stood up as he felt like punching something.

" you! Have basically ruined my life!." He yelled like a temperamental teenage girl, you stand up looking at him. " now! I'm this damn thing! When all I was supposed to be! Was a guitarist in my band!." He yelled, you look down and a whimper escapes your lips.

" I'm sorry...if I didn't turn you, you wouldn't ever live a life with someone you can love and trust! You would live a miserable life! And I would have died! Three days after I saw you!." You yelled back, he looked at you with anger filled eyes.

" you. are what made my life miserable..." he said and went upstairs, you cry and run a hand through your hair. He stumped upstairs and slammed the door. As he throws himself on the bed. He was beyond mad over being turned into a vampire. And know he's stranded in the middle of nowhere with a crazy woman....he feels this unbearable pain fill his chest when he thought about leaving you.

He groans in frustration at the whole situation. He just wished it was all a dream.

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You sit in the floor while staring at the red walls you've stared at for years upon years, you hated what you had done but its what was supposed to happen, you was told that by the very man who had turned you into what you are all those centuries ago...and you hated him, the only reason he turned you through was so the world could be populated by vampires. And That one man is who had taught you the ways of vampires and after he told you his plans you refused to populate the world with what you was, which you thought to be a a curse, so therefore making you be shunned and that's when you moved into this house in London....

You sigh and wipe away the tears and walk to the kitchen as you grab a glass full of blood you had fixed for brian, you sniffle and walk upstairs knocking on his door, you hear him mumbling something before he yells at you.

" please! Go away!." He yelled, you sigh and refuse, he needs this blood and he will take it even if you have to force it down his throat.

" you need to eat bri or you'll get sick!." You say, he yanks the door open ready to give you a peice of his mind, that is until the smell of blood blesses his nostrils. He looks down at it and cant help but to lick his lips. You hand it to him and he instantly gulps it down, as he downs the whole thing a few drips fall from the corner of those beautiful lips you found yourself craving.

" why does this taste so fucking good?." He whines while screwing his eyes shut, you sigh and look at his pure beauty.

" because it's the only thing you can eat now...its what vampires feed off of..." you tell him softly, he groans and looks up at you with hatred and sad eyes, the beautiful honey brown eyes staring into your own y/e/c ones,

" I want to leave y/n...I want be as far from you and this place as possible...please." he begs you, you sigh and a pain stings your chest as if someone was sticking needles in it,

" its easier said then done brian...its impossible!." You say with a shaky panicky voice, " neither of us would live for long....we will die without each other." You explained truthfully, but he didn't believe you.

" that's bullshit I'm leaving even if I have to walk 20 fucking miles." He said, you stand there staring at him with pleading eyes, but you wouldn't force him to stay....he would feel the pain after being gone for a day...then he would have to come back...so you step aside and let him out of the room.

" the phone is fixed..." you say quietly as you follow him. He nods and walks to it dialing John's number once more, after four rings he picks up with a sleepy voice.

" hello?." He said, brian smiles and let's out a shakey breath, " thank God john...my car broke down and I have no idea where the hell I am and I really need you to pick me up as soon as possible." He explained, over the line brian can here john sit up.

" jesus bri where the hell have you been?." Asks john, brian looks over towards you for the address, you sigh and tell him.

" well theres this woman who let me stay with her for a few days...she leaves pretty far out and her phone didn't work until know...the address is Epping new road, in loughton." Brian sighs out, john groans.

" its 1am Brian and that's quite the drive." John complained, " for goodness sake john please...the womans mad." Brian whispers into the phone but you hear it.

" okay I'll be there but just warning you now...Freddie is absolutely mad about you missing a few days in the studio...as well as roger." He warned the man, brian sighs.

" just get here as fast as possible." And with that he hangs up. You look at him with crossed arms and a frown.

" I can't stop you from leaving...so I might as well give you the warnings that come along with being a vampire..." you tell him. He sits down and closes his eyes.

" you cant sit in the sun for long or you'll basically get extremely sick make sure you always wear sunglasses if you do." You say as he nods, his head thrown back as he rests his eyes. " and always make sure to eat blood and blood only, if you eat food you'll regret it..." you add.

" anything else?." He snaps at you. Your heart breaks at the tune of voice he uses with you.

" if your gone longer then three days from your mate then you'll die from a unbearable pain that will slowly kill you." You explained, he scoffs with a laugh.

" how lovely y/n I'm so thrilled you have turned this curse on me! I couldn't ever live my whole life without it." He sarcastically praises you, a tear falls from your eye as you stare at him.

" fuck you brian." You whisper as you turn around and stump up the stairs, " no! Fuck you y/n!." He yells, you slam the door to your room shut and let a sub out.

You knew he would be upset about the whole thing but you couldn't stand hearing the way he talks to you...the tune of voice he uses as if he hated your guts...and he does...but over time he would love you, that you was sure of. But at the moment he felt everything but love for you, and that was painful.

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It's been four hours as brian sit on the sofa silently crying, why he didn't know but he was beyond happy when he heard the sound of a car pull up outside, he jumps up with a smile as he wipes his tears away, before john could knock on the door brian swings it open and hugs the man, john stands there shocked but hugs back.

" thank god! Your a life saver john!." Brian crys in joy upon seeing his friend. John looks at Brian worried.

" just how crazy is this woman!?." He asks concerned, and that's when she walks downstairs with a small smile.

John looks at her with wide eyes. She was stunningly beautiful. " she looks really hot for a mad woman." He mumbles to brian, he only scoffs. " let's just go." Brian said, and so john waves bye and walks out, before brian could you stare at him and say his name. He turns to look at you.

" you'll regret it brian...and I'll be waiting here when you come back." You say, he scoffs and slams the door shut leaving you to cry as the pain hit you slowly. Starting off with little pain bit you knew it would build up to something unbearable.

And you sit there on the stairs as tears race down your cheeks.

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