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Gordon’s chance to go watch Benry like a hawk didn’t come with grace. When Mr. Coolatta said he would buy Gordon time, he had been hoping for a slightly more glamorous send-off from work; instead, when he walked into the theoretical physics department the following morning, he was faced with a folded note taped to his office door. Unfolding it, he’d found it was a summons to his supervisor’s office; swallowing hard, Gordon had been given a familiar feeling, like he was being sent to the principal’s office for a reprimanding back in high school.

The situation was absolutely ridiculous. The student in Gordon’s office the other day had complained about a “shocking video file” playing while they were there for help on their assignment; no matter how much Gordon tried to explain that Hotel Mario itself wasn’t inappropriate, it was just audio splicing for Christ’s sake, he was still given a very useful punishment: suspension with pay. He quickly realized that fighting this was against the entire point, anyway—Mr. Coolatta had carefully orchestrated this for Gordon, after all, and even if this was an extremely embarrassing situation, he would just have to take his chance.

His suspension with pay was to last for a month, giving him what he hoped was plenty of time. Negotiating with Joshua’s other dad for their son to stay put for the month went smoothly, so as soon as Gordon packed up some of his things and climbed into his car, he was obligation-free, as far as he was concerned. He patted his steering wheel thoughtfully as he hit the interstate, chewing on his lip and ignoring the radio that played obnoxious pop music.

“I’m here, ‘cuz, uhhh...my apartment had an infestation.” Gordon tried, rehearsing his excuses aloud to himself. “No, then I’d just stay with someone else in the science team...”

There weren’t a lot of good excuses to drive out to another state and demand to stay with a guy he just yelled at on voice call, were there? Gordon lamented. He practiced many excuses during the long drive out. Someone set a fire in my apartment building. My landlord terminated my lease early on me. My neighbor threatened to kill me. I was getting carbon monoxide poisoning.

When he arrived and finally worked up the nerve to ring the doorbell, Benry answered the door only a few moments later. He looked exhausted; the bags under his eyes were deeper and darker than usual, his hat looked hastily thrown on, and his clothes were a wrinkled mess.

“Uhh—hey, man.” Gordon greeted, putting on the most casual smile he could muster and fidgeting with his hair. “...Can I come in?”

“Jesus Christ, what the hell are you doing here?” Benry demanded. “You think you can just show up whenever you want? I’m busy.”

Gordon flinched back, stuffing his hand into his pocket and squeezing it into a fist. “I, uh...I-I’m sorry for just dropping in. It’s just...you know, we haven’t talked for a few days, and shit came up back at home, y’know? I thought, like, if I had the time on my hands...we could talk in person. About the other day and...other stuff.”

Somehow, the look on Benry’s face turned even more sour. He shook his head, already beginning to shut the door. “Go home, Gordon.”

“Hold on!” Gordon blurted out, pressing his palm to the door to keep it from shutting. Benry glared out at Gordon through the gap in the door, not making any stronger effort to shut it on him, but certainly didn’t let up on the pressure he was already putting into it. “I know this is weird. I’m sorry, man. It’s just—I mean...this is embarrassing, I really didn’t wanna get into it if I didn’t have to, and plus I really did wanna talk! But, uhh...m-my parents were in the area in New Mexico, and I really don’t want them finding me, so...I just gotta lay low somewhere else for a while.”

Benry didn’t look impressed by Gordon’s lie.

“C’mon, man. I can’t stay with the rest of the science team, they all live in the area, too.” Gordon said urgently.

“They’re just your parents, man. What, are they gonna kill you?” Benry asked, letting go of the door and stepping aside.

Gordon took this as his invitation and walked in behind him, shutting the door and kicking off his shoes. “No, no, it’s just—y’know. It’s complicated with them. If they saw me all...like this,” he said, indicating at himself broadly, “it might be a whole thing.”

Benry didn’t seem to understand before it clicked in his head, and he nodded. “Fine. Whatever. You know where the spare room is.” He muttered, heading up the stairs to cross through the living room to the kitchen. “Mama Moula? Gordon’s gotta stay with us again.”

Moula was sat at the kitchen table, clearly in the middle of eating her lunch. She looked exhausted, too; as Gordon followed Benry up, he noticed a very quiet, solemn air about them both. Neither of them looked particularly irritated, now—just...sad, really. She set down her sandwich and gave Gordon a tentative nod. “...Hi, Gordon.”

“Um, hey, Miss Moula.” Gordon said politely. “Sorry to barge in this way. It’s just, um...family issues.”

“Well, as long as Benry’s alright with you staying...” Moula replied, turning back to her lunch.

“Yeah. It’s whatever, I guess.” Benry muttered at the stove. He looked to be putting something together carefully; as soon as he turned around, Gordon found another sandwich. Benry set the plate down on the counter and nodded at it. “Grilled cheese. If you want one.”

Gordon’s stomach growled, but he shook his head. “Uh, no thanks, I ate on the way here.”

Benry shrugged and took the plate for himself, setting it at the table by his mom and plopping down to eat.

“...Thanks, you guys.” Gordon said, nervously running his fingers through his ponytail. “I-it means a lot that, um—you’re letting me stay here.”

Benry and Moula both nodded silently.

“Gonna go, uh...grab my stuff, then.” Gordon said, turning towards the front door to get his shoes back on.

Gordon hadn’t packed very heavily; he had a suitcase full of clothes and a backpack holding just a few other, miscellaneous things, like his electronics he usually didn’t want to live without. He brought these things inside and up to the spare bedroom. It was the same as he remembered it—bed neatly made again, photos in the same places, and still had a distinctive smell that Gordon couldn’t place. The only thing out of the ordinary he found was one of Joshua’s socks long forgotten under the bed, which he stuffed into his suitcase to take back home later.

Once Gordon had gotten his things set out carefully, he let out a sigh and stepped out into the hallway. Across the way, he recalled there being Moula’s room; the door was shut this time, but the door on Gordon’s side of the hall, closer to the stairs wasn’t. Benry’s room, maybe? Gordon wondered. He chewed on his lip and pushed it open quietly, peering inside.

This room was messy, but in a way that looked at least vaguely organized. There was a very nice looking quilt bunched up at the end of the bed with soft-looking sheets underneath and a couple of polka-dot patterned pillowcases. Dirty clothes were mostly piled up at a desk chair, the desk itself littered with what looked like college textbooks and papers, along with a cup of water and a half-eaten chocolate orange. It looked too normal to be Benry’s room—not to mention the fact that he saw no computer in here. This must’ve been Emmet’s, he decided as he gently shut the door. Where was Benry’s, then? He wondered, confirming the final door up here just led to a bathroom.

Gordon tried to look casual as he headed down the stairs, pausing when he realized there was a gut-wrenching sound coming from downstairs: sobbing. Gordon stopped on the third step from the bottom, resting his hand on the handrail and furrowing his brow as he listened closer.

“I named her. She’s my favorite.” Benry said miserably. “I like all of ‘em, it’s just...fuck.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Moula replied sympathetically. “She’s been with us a long time. We gave her everything we could. We just don’t need to prolong the pain she’s in now.”

Gordon bit the inside of his cheek hard. It wasn’t difficult to piece together what they were talking about; the image of a cow laid on the barn floor—what was her name? Donkey?—returned to the forefront of Gordon’s mind as his stomach twisted. Was this the same cow? Was a leg injury really that bad in a cow...?

When Gordon crashed his car out in the snow that evening, had he spooked her enough that she hurt her leg that way?

Gordon shut his eyes tight, bracing himself to finish his journey off the stairs and pretend he hadn’t been eavesdropping. He looked to Benry and Moula in the kitchen, doing his best to feign surprise. Benry was keeping his face firmly hidden, Moula’s hand on Benry’s back as she comforted him; she turned to Gordon with a frown, clearly irritated he’d interrupted what was going on.

“Oh! Sorry.” Gordon said gently, putting his hand up in mock defeat. “Uhh—just...needed something else from my car, uhh...I’ll leave you guys alone.”

Quickly turning, Gordon headed back outside, shutting the door firmly behind him. He passed by his car entirely, walking instead around to the back of the house. He poked his head into the barn, frowning deeply at the sight of a cow laid out on the floor, much in the same way he’d seen before. He stepped inside and approached the cow tentatively, kneeling down and placing his palm on her haunch.

“...Fuck.” Gordon sighed.

He’d never seen Benry so broken up before. During the resonance cascade, even in circumstances that made perfect sense to have a meltdown over, he hadn’t seen Benry cry. His friends had their own breakdowns after the fact, as well as Gordon himself—once they were safe to let it all out, they eventually did, one by one. Maybe they’d grown closer through those moments, doing their best to help each other through the aftermath of their near-death experiences. Benry, though—Gordon thought he’d never see any sort of strong emotional response that wasn’t violent wrath or whatever. Well, there was a first for everything.

All over a cow, too, Gordon pondered as he chewed on his lip. That made sense, of course, if he had sort of grown up alongside this cow—Gordon remembered the very close emotional attachment he had with his parents’ dog growing up—but there was a bit of humanity in that connection, wasn’t there?

Or was there?

The cow flailed a little suddenly, clearly trying to stand. Gordon sucked in air through his teeth and patted her side firmly, pushing himself up to his feet to stand in front of her.

“Hold up, no, no, your leg!” Gordon pleaded with her, as if she could understand. “What do you need? What is it?”

As she continued her struggle, Gordon looked around the barn frantically. There was an empty metal bowl in front of her, just the smallest little puddles of water remaining. Following her gaze, he found a trough where the other cows could reach. He picked up the bowl and jogged to the trough, dunking it to fill it and carrying it back to her carefully. She settled down as soon as the bowl was in front of her, lapping from it from the comfort of the floor. Gordon sighed with relief, patting her head gently.

“...You are pretty cute.” Gordon conceded as she drank. “I never really thought of cows as cute, but I think I get it now.”

Gordon sat with her for a while longer, getting acquainted with the other cows who approached to investigate him as well. He was currently trying to get his ponytail out of a cow’s mouth when the barn door opened, revealing Benry in his massive blue coat.

“The hell are you doing in here, man?” Benry demanded. “Quit messing with my cows.”

“I-I’m sorry, I just, uhh...” Gordon winced at the way the cow tugged on his hair. “Well—listen, I’m a little stuck right now, okay?”

“Hey! Aster, drop it.” Benry said firmly. After some prying and a very hefty trade, the cow was enjoying some hay while Gordon tied his hair into a hopefully less munchable bun.

“Thanks.” Gordon sighed as he finished with his hair. “Sorry. I just...couldn’t help but overhear you in the kitchen, uhh...I was wondering if it was the same cow from before.”

Benry mumbled incoherently, moving to the corner of the barn for a stool and some tools. He tied one of the cows up and plopped down on the stool, setting to work on cleaning her hooves.

“Um...” Gordon stuffed his hand into his pockets. “Want some help...?”

“No.” Benry told him firmly, keeping his eyes on his work. “If you’re gonna be here, at least leave me alone while I’m working.”

“I mean, if I’m gonna be crashing in your spare room, I could at least do some work, right?” Gordon suggested carefully. “It’s like—only fair, isn’t it?”

“Do you have to keep talking so much?” Benry demanded, dropping the tool in his hand and glaring towards Gordon. “I’m fucking busy! I have a life, man, why do you wanna keep acting like everything’s about you?”

Gordon bristled, balling his fingers into a fist and squaring his jaw. He took a deep breath, though, forcing the hateful words that were already half-formed in his mouth into the back of his mind.

“I...I’m sorry.” Gordon said gently. “About just showing up, about bugging you, about yelling at you the other night, about...the resonance cascade...”

Benry stayed silent, just staring at Gordon as he clenched and unclenched his fingers.

“...About your cow...” Gordon continued, brushing loose hair out of his face and looking down at her. “I-I don’t know why she was out that night, but...I feel really bad about getting that close to her in my car and everything. I’m sorry it’s gotten this bad.”

Benry’s lip trembled, and he immediately turned away to pick his tool back up and continue working on the cow’s hoof.

“Is there really nothing they can do...?” Gordon asked cautiously.

Benry sighed deeply. “It’d probably heal eventually, but...not well. And she’s old. So...”

Gordon nodded in understanding, looking down at the cow in question. She looked somewhat peaceful, for the moment. Gordon began chewing on his lip as he thought back to the resonance cascade, all the injuries they helped one another treat in order to push forward for just a little longer—just long enough to get to a real hospital, they’d promise each other. Not that they ever went to one.

“...Hey...” Gordon furrowed his brow. “What about the sweet voice?”

Benry froze.

“Wasn’t there, like—what was it? ‘Teal and green, healing beam’ or something?” Gordon recited, unable to help an inappropriate laugh at the dumb rhyme. “Was that not enough, or...?”

“I...” Benry paused for a long moment. “I can’t do the sweet voice, anymore.”

“Huh?”

“I dunno why.” Benry continued, getting back to work on the cow’s hoof again. “Just can’t. Not since you killed me.”

Gordon scuffed his foot awkwardly against the wooden floor of the barn. “...That’s weird. Um...you sure you can’t do it?”

“Yes, buddy, I’m pretty fucking sure.” Benry said, casting Gordon an annoyed glance over his shoulder. “You think I didn’t try? Huh? You think I’m just too lazy or something? Fuck.”

“No! I’m just—I don’t know, man, it’s gotta still be in there somewhere, right?” Gordon asked, crossing his arms as he thought back to his friends. “The others still do it. I have no fucking clue what it is or why they can do it, they never bother to explain it to me, but if a human—or...half human, test tube human, and cyborg—can do it, why can’t you?”

“Yeah? Why don’t you give it a shot, if it’s so fucking easy?” Benry said bitterly.

Gordon growled with irritation, uncrossing his arms and straightening his back out. Alright—they could do it just completely effortlessly, right? He’d gotten accosted by sweet voice constantly in Black Mesa. Maybe there was some sort of chain reaction in his body. Maybe the group was just waiting for him to suddenly realize he could do it, and that was why they didn’t explain anything; they’d kind of done that with the barnacles they harvested off the ceilings for a minute there. They were just stubborn and annoying enough to continue this joke for over a year. Gordon cleared his throat, shut his eyes, and tried it.

He didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary as he sang a strained note. When he opened an eye, he found there was a good reason for that—nothing had happened. All he saw was Benry, staring back at Gordon with surprise before a smile cracked on his face.

“Don’t—” Gordon started.

Benry interrupted him with a loud laugh, slapping his knee. Gordon’s face burned as Benry practically howled, falling off his stool and curling up on the floor, continuing to laugh all the while. Gordon sighed, putting his hand up in defeat.

“You can’t fault me for trying!” Gordon said over his laughter.

“You can’t just—fuck—” Benry wheezed. “You can’t just do the sweet voice, dude!”

“Okay, then, what is it?” Gordon demanded. “How does someone end up being able to do it?”

Benry wiped a tear from his face and sat up, bits of hay and other debris sticking to his coat. “Man. Uhh...I dunno. There was a whole thing, they like—Tommy studied it when I showed it to him, now he can do it. He’d have to explain it to you.”

Gordon huffed in embarrassment and looked back down at the cow. “So...why didn’t you get Tommy to do the sweet voice, when he was here?”

Benry smacked a palm to his face. “Fuck! I fucking should’ve!”

“I wonder if we could get him out here.” Gordon said thoughtfully as he pulled out his phone, only to remember he had no cell service. “Shit...”

When Gordon looked back up, Benry was staring at him closely, a hand placed to his chin in a distinctly thoughtful way. Gordon suddenly knew what it was like to be a lab rat, studied by a scientist—the look on Benry’s face looked dangerous and experimental in a way Gordon didn’t like.

“What?” Gordon asked, taking an instinctual step back.

Benry pushed himself up to his feet and started to approach Gordon. Gordon backed up further, putting his hand up, ready to fight.

“Don’t—what are you doing?!” Gordon asked loudly, still backing away. His leg caught on something soft behind him, and he tumbled back, falling into what quickly became apparent as a pile of hay bales.

“Chill, man, I just wanna try something.” Benry said, standing in front of Gordon.

“No, no, no! Don’t try shit on me!” Gordon shouted, watching Benry hook his fingers in the air in a way that would seem innocuous to anyone who hadn’t seen what Gordon saw. “Dude, fucking stop!”

Benry made a tugging motion, and immediately, Gordon felt a tightness in his throat. He choked for a moment before the tightness let up, leaving him to roll to his side and cough violently. Although the tightness was gone, there was a raw feeling left behind. Benry hummed in a way that sounded clearly dissatisfied.

“That wasn’t right.” He muttered, and Gordon immediately felt the tightness again.

Gordon kicked his leg out blindly, miraculously managing to hit Benry in the shin. He felt the tightness immediately release, allowing him to breathe as Benry yelped and cursed.

“Dude! Don’t fucking kick me!” Benry said furiously.

“What the hell are you doing to me?!” Gordon demanded, now that he could speak again.

“It’s fine, man, come on.”

“It’s not fine! ” Gordon shrieked. There was an odd heat in his throat as he yelled, and his sight was quickly obscured by a glowing red—no, he wasn’t so angry he was seeing red, but...

“Whoa.” Benry breathed, reaching out and gingerly taking one of the deep red orbs. “It worked.”

Gordon put a hand to his throat. “What...the fuck.”

“Do it again.” Benry said, a massive grin spreading on his face.

Gordon cleared his throat and sang out a low note. Red and green orbs soared out of his mouth, slowly floating towards the ceiling before dissipating. Gordon let out a hysterical laugh, more sweet voice bubbling out of him as he did. Benry grinned and turned, beckoning Gordon to kneel beside him in front of the cow. With Benry’s back turned to him for the moment, Gordon took the chance to hold out two fingers by his side. He wheezed as time stopped moments later, Mr. Coolatta appearing in front of him.

“Dude...!” Gordon said, clutching his chest and struggling to catch his breath. “You said he wasn’t supposed to be able to do anything to me!”

“Yes, this is...rather troubling.” Mr. Coolatta agreed, running his thumb over his chin thoughtfully. “...Stay where you are. I’m going to—check something.”

Mr. Coolatta sat down on a hay bale by Gordon’s side and reached out towards him, stopping short of touching his shoulder. “May I?” He asked.

Gordon sighed, making sure his hair was in a tight enough bun to be out of the way. “...Alright.”

Gordon closed his eyes, feeling that icy cold seep through his body from the back of his neck. He didn’t dare open his eyes; he wasn’t interested in seeing all those strings or Benry’s true form again. Once the feeling was gone, Gordon let out a heavy breath, opening his eyes with relief to find the barn as it had been before.

“Interesting.” Mr. Coolatta murmured. “Well, Dr. Freeman...it would seem Benry has—pushed his limits, a little bit, but not very far. You see...strings of, reality, are interconnected and woven together in—such intricate ways. There isn’t always, ‘your’ strings, or ‘his’ strings. He appears to have—manipulated, something at the...very edge of your being, in order for you to use the...‘sweet voice’.”

Gordon shook his head, pressing his fingers to his temple. “So...okay. What even is the sweet voice? How could he just—...I-I don’t understand.”

“The sweet voice is—an interesting phenomenon.” Mr. Coolatta replied, adjusting his tie and looking towards Benry. “Not everything that...a parasite, can do, is going to be considered—wholly ‘compatible’ with a reality. It’s a form of...manipulation...that doesn’t entirely have to do with, the strings. But, like I said, it—doesn’t work as intended in this world. It manifests strangely when used, like...oil and water, if you will. He seems to—find this reaction...humorous, though, and has continued to do it.”

Gordon stared at Benry closely and let out a deep sigh. “...What...what are we gonna do when we kill him? What about his family?”

Mr. Coolatta patted Gordon’s back awkwardly. “It’s...not always—easy, Dr. Freeman. Especially not when...a parasite has, taken such roots. But even if they—never understand, what we’ve done, you and I will always know...we did it to save them.”

“...Yeah.” Gordon murmured. “Uhh—thanks, by the way. For the chance to come out and do this without having to worry about work. Kinda wish I wasn’t suspended, but...hey, beggars can’t be choosers, I guess.”

Mr. Coolatta gave Gordon a surprised look. “Oh, I...didn’t orchestrate that, myself. It was—just a coincidence, really.”

Gordon stared at Mr. Coolatta closely. “What? You—I got for fucking real suspended, over a goddamn Youtube poop?”

An unpleasant look spread on Mr. Coolatta’s face. “Uh...well, yes, it appears the...‘t-tube poop’ was...quite upsetting, to that particular student.”

Gordon took in a deep breath to steady himself, putting up his arms in mock defeat. “...Okay. Whatever. Doesn’t matter. We’ve got more important shit to worry about, I guess. Uhhh...I’m ready to start back up again.”

“Of course. If you need me, I will be here.” Mr. Coolatta replied as he stood, brushing hay off his pants.

Gordon winced as time restarted, Benry still fully occupied removing the cow’s bandage. Gordon pushed himself to his feet carefully, still a little dizzy as he approached Benry and knelt down.

“So—how do I do this?” Gordon asked, watching Benry work.

“Just...I dunno. Think healing thoughts or something.” Benry said noncommittally as he set down the bandage. “Never had to tell anyone how to do it. You just do it, y’know?”

Gordon grunted irritably and closed his eyes. Healing thoughts. He thought back to the times he saw the healing sweet voice used, tried to imagine the soothing feeling it brought. Clearing his throat, Gordon opened his eyes and leaned down towards the cow’s leg, singing out teal and green sweet voice that glowed and wrapped around the cow’s leg of its own accord. Slowly, the bubbles dissipated, and the bruising on the cow’s leg disappeared with it.

“Whoa.” Gordon said quietly.

“C’mon!” Benry grunted as he stood, bending down to take the cow’s face in his hands and start urging her to stand. “Try it out, it should be good, now.”

The cow stood with Benry’s direction, following him when he beckoned her forward. Gordon sighed with relief when there was no limp. She walked normally, just like any other cow, albeit a little slow. Benry grasped the cow’s face and pressed his forehead to hers with a huge grin.

“It’s gonna be alright.” Benry told her gently, rubbing his face against hers like he was a very affectionate/territorial cat. “We’re gonna be fine. It’s okay.”

Gordon sat back on his heels, unable to help a small smile as Benry loudly kissed the cow’s nose. Finally, after a while of basking in the cow’s newfound health, Benry broke away from her to look down at Gordon with a sheepish expression.

“...Thank you.” He murmured.

Gordon nodded and braced his palm against the floor to stand up. “Yeah, uhh...sure thing. Glad she’s okay.”

Gordon held up his hand defensively when Benry stepped up close to him again, but he made no threatening moves this time. Instead, he wrapped Gordon up in a tight hug, pinning his arms between their chests as Benry nuzzled in close. Gordon stopped breathing, awkwardly patting Benry’s shoulder with what little movement he could manage. After a long pause, Benry still holding onto Gordon tight, he managed to speak.

“Just...” Gordon let out a tense breath. “I-I’m glad I could help. I really am. But...you gotta ask before you do shit like that to people.”

Benry drew away, his hands still on Gordon’s upper waist as he looked up at him. “Huh?”

“Y’know.” Gordon said vaguely, gently nudging Benry’s hands away. “You can’t just do things to your friends like that whenever you want. You gotta have some respect towards their autonomy, you know?”

Benry averted his eyes, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “...We’re friends?”

Gordon stared down at Benry in surprise. His question sounded so earnest and vulnerable—he didn’t usually hear that genuine tone out of him. “Uhh...” Gordon floundered, turning away from Benry slightly. “Yeah. Yeah, I mean—if you wanna be. Sure. I guess it’s...up to you.”

Benry nodded, taking a hand out of his pocket to pat the cow’s flank. “Yeah. We could be friends. Just don’t fuckin’ yell at me all the time.”

Gordon gritted his teeth and forced a nod of his own. “...Yeah.”

“A little bit is fine. When it’s funny.” Benry went on, casting an impish smile at Gordon before moving on to continue his work cleaning the other cow’s hoof. “Just, like, only when it’s shit that doesn’t matter. Y’know?”

Gordon nodded again, following Benry just a few steps to watch him work better. It looked like there was mud or something caked in between the cleft of the hoof, which Benry expertly finished scraping away before picking up another tool that looked like sharp, hooked pliers.

“Wanna hold her leg for me?” Benry suggested.

“Oh. Um...” Gordon approached, eyeing the cow nervously before taking her leg and holding it firmly.

“We don’t have a fancy table or cow holder or anything like that, so usually got two people doing this together.” Benry explained as he pinched the cow’s hoof with the plier-looking tool, trimming a significant chunk off. “But Emmet’s busy with work, and we don’t want Mama Moula doing too much stuff.”

“Is she sick?” Gordon asked, struggling to hold the cow’s leg steadily as she tried to jerk it free.

Benry shrugged. “Just tired, a lot of the time. Not a huge deal.”

Gordon let out a nervous laugh as the cow jerked her leg again. “Jesus. This is worse than trying to trim my old dog’s claws.”

“You’re making her nervous. Don’t hold her leg so tight.”

“But she’ll just pull away...!”

Benry shushed Gordon, patting his hand gently. Gordon rolled his eyes and loosened his grip, and sure enough, the cow stopped pulling on her leg.

Trimming the cows’ hooves was a much more involved process than Gordon had anticipated it would be. In fact, he hadn’t even realized cows needed their hooves trimmed—maybe a little maintenance here and there to keep them clean and healthy, sure, but Benry had a ruler to measure and match cuts, and even used a grinder. It was a lengthy process to trim all of them, but once they were finished, it was satisfying to watch them plod around the barn on clean, even hooves. Benry patted Gordon’s back shockingly hard as they headed for the door out of the barn.

“Look at you. You could be a real farmer boy, if you wanted to.” Benry said teasingly. “Like Harvest Moon, but real life.”

Gordon snorted, following Benry out and towards the back door. “No, dude, I’m pretty set with my job at the university. As much as I could come to appreciate cows, I’m not sure I wanna smell like them all the time.”

Benry scoffed incredulously at Gordon. “What? No fucking respect for our cows. Would you call your old dog stinky?”

“Uhh, yes?” Gordon laughed, nudging Benry’s shoulder. “I did literally all the time, before I moved out. I call Sunkist stinky.”

“She’s not stinky.”

“...True.” Gordon agreed reluctantly. He didn’t know how Tommy managed, but regardless, Sunkist always smelled pleasantly of citrus—and it wasn’t just a miraculously good shampoo. Gordon followed Benry inside, both of them shucking off their coats and kicking snow off their shoes.

“I’m gonna go tell Mama Moula about Horse.” Benry announced with a smile, leaving his coat on the back of the chair in front of him and circling around the table to access the stairs.

Gordon watched him go, picking up his shoes to take them and his coat to the front door, where they belonged. It was quiet after that; he could hear Benry’s footsteps upstairs, but if he was talking, he was too quiet to hear from downstairs. Gordon glanced around, confirming he was alone before clearing his throat and singing out a little more sweet voice. The bubbles came out lilac and deep blue.

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I Don't Wanna Be Unfair | 03

Pairing: Jax Teller x OC (McKenzie Gilbert)

Summary/synopsis: Fresh off a broken engagement, McKenzie Gilbert has a one night stand with a random guy she never plans to see again. Soon after, their paths cross, which complicates several situations at hand.

Chapter warning(s): language, a lil derogatory language towards strippers

WC: ~5.5k

McKenzie glanced down at the grocery list as she leaned against the buggy in the middle of the chip aisle. She offered to do the grocery shopping for tonight’s party since she didn’t plan on actually attending. And also, it was just an excuse to dip out from the clubhouse. She needed to be away from everything, or rather everyone right now. She was having a hard time as it was adjusting to the recent fallout with her and Brandon. But add Jax to the mix and she was ready to crawl up the walls.

She continued on her journey down the aisle after grabbing a variety of family size chip bags. The buzzing in her pocket halted her once again and when she reached to look at her phone, she saw that her sister was calling.

“Well, that didn’t take long.”

“What?” Sairah inquired.

“You calling, I’m actually surprised you didn’t call sooner,” McKenzie clarified.

“Well damn, I do have a job, you know. How are you?”

“Fine.”

Sairah groaned, “One of these days, I’m gonna take that word and shove it down your throat. You know you can talk to me, right?”

“Look, I know you’re trying to help, but I really don’t want to talk about it,” She said with a sigh.

Sairah paused before saying anything else and then spoke, “This just sucks. I wish there was something I could do to make it all better.”

“Well since you mentioned it, there is something you could do to make it a little better. Can you help me with something tonight?”

Sairah hesitated for a moment but then replied, “Uhh, sure, I’m not going to the party anyway. What do you need?”

“I was gonna move out tonight while he’s at the party,” McKenzie explained as she continued pushing her cart around the store.

Another pause.

It was obvious that Sairah was working overtime to mind her tongue. These days, McKenzie was hard to suss out. She didn’t want to say anything to further upset her heartbroken sister, no matter how much she assured that she was “fine.” In reality, all Sairah wanted to do was shake her and get her to see reason.

“The sooner, the better, you know?” McKenzie prompted.

Sairah couldn’t hold back the frustrated sigh. “What, he can’t wait a couple of days? Or damn, better yet, be a gentleman and help you move the shit himself?”

“Look, I can do it myself if it’s that big of a hassle.” McKenzie bit back.

“I didn’t say it was a hassle-” Sairah paused again, taking a moment to gather calmness before this turned into an argument. When she felt more in control of herself, she continued, “I’ll be there tonight. I have a work dinner with some colleagues, but I’ll come straight there afterwards.”

“Are you sure? I mean if it’s-”

“I’ll be there, McKenzie,” Sairah soothed.

McKenzie closed her eyes with some relief, happy that she wouldn’t be doing this alone.

“Okay, well, then I’ll see you then. Thanks.”

“No need to thank me, sis. He better stay his ass at that party, though, because there’s no telling what I’ll do the next time I see him.”

“Sairah…”

“He needs his ass beat, McKenzie. You can downplay it all you want, but he didn’t just wake up one day and decide he didn’t want to get married.”

“Sairah,” McKenzie’s voice wavered, “I’m in the middle of the grocery store right now, I really can’t do this right now.”

The roughness in her voice immediately silenced Sairah’s ranting, “I’m sorry. I really am. I’m not trying to make things worse. I’ll shut up.”

“I know.” McKenzie nodded even though Sairah couldn’t see her, “I guess I just need time to process, y’know? I don’t even want to think about it, much less talk about it.”

Her sister replied, “Okay, I’ll drop it for now.”

McKenzie smiled as she wiped her wet eyes, thankful that none of her tears dropped in public.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll see you tonight.”

The sisters said their goodbyes and McKenzie returned her phone to her pocket. She resumed her shopping with a little bit of weight lifted off her chest, knowing that if no one else, she always had her sister by her side.

******

Jax stepped out of the lounge and decided to venture around. Gil did say that SAMCRO was completely welcome to the clubhouse and to consider it their shared home for the time being.

There was less heaviness on his chest now that he and McKenzie had talked. He was relieved that she had voiced the same train of thought that he was thinking; there was no reason that anyone needed to know about their night together. The adamancy with which she expressed her desire for this not to be brought up ever again filled him back with relief and more hope that everything would go right. That nothing would curtail his goals for bringing this club into a new era. He felt bad for her, he couldn’t lie. She obviously harbored a lot of hurt from her break up which translated into the unprovoked animosity that he was met with last night. He was empathetic to her plight, not enjoying how it was clearly affecting her. But on the other hand, it was better that the two were broken up. It was technically less messy if it were to get out that he and McKenzie had hooked up. Sleeping with just the president’s daughter was a little better than sleeping with the president’s daughter and another member’s fiancée. For him, at least.

He doubted she would take the same comfort as he.

She was still in the same place. Constantly having to face the guy who dumped you. And now Jax’s presence probably made that even more difficult for her. The thing that gave him relief still probably hurt her deeply and there wasn’t much either one could do about it.

Jax wandered down the stairs and found his way back into the common area. The bar was open now with some Highwater patrons enjoying a drink, intermixed with some SAMCRO and Street Wolves. He needed the earlier time to himself after their fruitful meeting and the bombshells from this morning. Now, his social battery was recharged and he felt inclined to mingle. There’d be plenty of time tonight to really get to know everybody, but he wanted to interact some while sober.

He looked up when he heard chuckling. Flu was smirking at him, “I’m surprised you’re not somewhere resting. Two clubs coming together, the party tonight’s bound to be one for the books.”

Jax shook his head with a chuckle, “I don’t plan on doing too much damage. I’ll leave that to Bobby and Kozik, those two’ll probably get drunk enough for me by themselves.”

“Sweets and Ace, too! Those fuckers drink as if you can buy new livers at Walmart.” Flu shot back.

Jax grinned as he looked all around the room. The bar, now open to the public, had a mix of patrons and club members around. It was still somewhat quiet, given it was the middle of the day, but held a reassuring, regular vibe. Jax had only been in the space for a few hours, but he had already found comfort here. In the space and in the people.

In his sweep across the room, he didn’t spot McKenzie. He hoped she didn’t feel the need to avoid everyone because of him, but he knew that he probably wasn’t the sole factor behind her disappearance.

“Wanna sit, man?” Rev asked. He nodded to the seat that sat at the table between him and Brandon. He was reading Zhuangzi, a Chinese philosophy book while Brandon was watching sports highlights at the nearby TV that hung over the bar area. Flu looked as if he was doing some accounting business for the bar, given the papers, pencil and calculator he had out on the table.

Jax nodded and placed himself in the seat.

“So, what’s your first impression of ‘The Garden,’ Teller?” Brandon asked, referring to the name of the Street Wolves’ bar. He leaned away from his bent over stance from focusing on the TV.

“It’s a nice establishment y’all got set up here. Some clubs fix cars, some clubs run bars.” Jax cracked.

T.M. went up in flames alongside the clubhouse, but it had been their legitimate front for as long as the club had been around. Just like with T.M., The Garden was the Street Wolves’ front with closed off areas upstairs designated as the club-only quarters.

“That’s right, y’all had an auto shop. Shit, that’s just another business idea we could get crackin’ when the time comes.” Rev added. The others nodded in agreement.

“Maybe so.” Jax concurred. The possibilities were endless with what they could do and he couldn’t wait for them all to buckle down and narrow down some solid projects to get going.

“Maybe sometime later this week, you can take us all on a field trip, let us see that ghost town you were raving about.” Rev encouraged.

He nodded in response, pleased that Rev seemed to be as enthusiastic about the potential area as he did. Hopefully, everyone else would come to the same response once they saw the blank canvas waiting to be painted on.

“Consider it done.” Jax declared.

Rev leaned back in his seat and lowered his book some, curiosity in his gaze, “So what else is there to know about the SAMCRO president? I’m assuming you’ve lived in Charming your whole life.”

“Born and raised,” He confirmed.

“What about family, besides the club? I know you mentioned your dad found the club…”

Jax paused for only a second, “I got a sister, yeah.”

“Damn Rev, what’s this, 20 questions?” B asked, but Rev just waved him off with a shrug.

“Just making conversation, man,” He said to B before glancing back at Jax, “What about an old lady?”

Jax felt a sharp aching in his chest at the question, but merely blinked his eyes to mask the pain the harmless question filled him with.

Shaking his head, he said, “Nah. What about you?” It was a smooth deflection, but Jax was also interested to learn more about the Street Wolves as well.

Flu had snorted at the question which immediately sent a smug smile on Rev’s face. “Aye man, fuck you.”

“This ole doe-eyed motherfucker be falling in love with every stripper he sees at the local joint. They don’t even be wanting to be saved, but here he comes with his cape.” Flu interrupted.

“Man, chill with all that.”

“You read all them books, so I know you know what a Superman complex is. I know you see your face right there in the dictionary next to the definition.”

Jax listened to the two of them bantering, enjoying the camaraderie.

“Aight, so Rev here has got hero syndrome,” Jax joked. “What about you, Flu?”

“He ain’t much better than I am!” Rev retorted. “What’s this, divorce number three?!”

“Aye man, at least I know when to quit. You ain’t happy until they running you out for fucking up their tips!”

They both laughed at their antics, enjoying each other’s ribbing and finding solace in their fellowship. It shouldn’t have felt so refreshing to Jax, but it did. His own brotherhood had been hanging by a thread after the mess Clay and Tig made of it. There were several SAMCRO members who wrestled with the feelings of mistrust they felt around people that should have been their brothers. People they used to be able to rely on without a second thought. Jax wasn't proud to admit that he, too, felt something was lost in their charter after the dust had settled. Everyone had made renewed vows to reseal the once-tight bonds that held SAMCRO together, but it was easier said than done.

He allowed his mind to travel back to the now and let himself rejoice in the fact that they were now back to being as tight as ever. He tuned back into the conversation at the table and set his previous feelings of upheaval ebb to the back of his mind.

“I guess Gil and B are the only ones who got this love and commitment shit figured out.” Rev sniggered, but the comment set Jax’s back straight. He looked at Brandon to gauge his reaction. An uncomfortable awkwardness settled in Jax as he knew Rev’s comment wasn’t completely true. From the look on Brandon’s face, there was also uneasiness in him at the comment, but he kept quiet.

“One of you mind directing me to one of the dorm rooms? I could probably use a shower before tonight.” There’d be plenty of time for him to freshen up, but Jax was keen on disrupting the unsettledness that had yet to pass from him.

“Yeah,” Brandon rose first and waited for Jax to follow. Rev's eyebrows flew up at the sudden movement. With the rate at which he stood, it seemed that he, too, was searching for a way out of the awkwardness. Together, in silence, they walked back upstairs and he directed Jax to one of the unoccupied dorm rooms with an ensuite bathroom.

Back downstairs, with the two of them now alone, Rev spoke in curiosity, “Flu, has B seemed a little off to you lately?”

“No more than usual, why?”

Rev simply shrugged, “I don’t like getting in his business like that, but sometimes he makes it all of ours when it comes to him and McKenzie’s shit. And then the way he just up and left in a hurry with what I just said…”

“Shit, he’s probably just got cold feet.”

Huffing out a breath, he lowered his voice some. “I know they love each other, but damn if I don’t miss how things were before they got together,” he reminisced, “McKenzie don’t even come around like that anymore, you’d think them getting engaged would mean her being around just as much, not less.”

Flu sighed, “I mean, you know she’s been focused on her job and everything, and it’s not like we really need her as a medic as much these days. The benefits of being legit, less bullet wounds. And the club’s been her and Sairah’s lives since they were babies, I can understand wanting to branch out some. They know where home is."

“Well, yeah, but Sairah still pops in all the time. And it’s not even about just about how much McKenzie’s here, it’s about how she already looks ready to bounce before she even walks through the door. You saw how fast she volunteered to go grocery shopping for Lisa? And shit, B just looks miserable these days.”

“I don’t know what to tell you man, my name is Bennet and I ain’t in that shit. Maybe it’s just pressure considering he’s marrying one of the president’s daughters, I don’t know.” Flu shrugged, seemingly done with the conversation.

*******

McKenzie sat back in tiredness with all the errands she’d been running. She took the liberty of not only going to the grocery store, but she also picked up her dry cleaning, got some gas, made a bank deposit, and explored the town for some apartment openings. She didn’t plan on staying with Sairah forever, so she wanted to get an idea of what the current rent market looked like.

She was currently in her car, outside of the clubhouse, after honking the horn of her blue-green Camry. The guys usually volunteered to help grab and unpack the groceries, but she had no patience right now. So with a grunt, she got out after popping her trunk.

There was a possibility she’d get roped into helping Lisa put the final touches on the party tonight, but that was the absolute latest she was staying. Once the party commenced, she was out of here.

She grabbed the grocery bags with a bit more aggression than needed, but they were the closest target to letting out her frustration. She didn’t want to have to make several trips back and forth, so she grabbed as much as she could with her two hands. In her zealousness, a jar of salsa had slipped out from one of the bags. Before it could reach the ground, a hand caught it.

McKenzie looked up and found herself face to face with Jax. His appearance forced her to settle some. Not even necessarily because she didn’t want him to see her so puzzled, but just the fact that she had found his words so grounding earlier today. Her moment with him earlier was probably the most peace she had gotten today. She couldn’t call it trust, she didn’t even know him, but there was an assurance, a bond now built between them that melted away the apprehension she felt when their eyes first met earlier today. His peering eyes held concern and he didn’t stumble in voicing it.

“You good?” He asked.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay.” She breathed.

They both stood up from their slightly leaned position. Her head snapped up at the sound of other voices as more of the guys came out to help with the groceries.

“Thanks,” she spoke quickly to him before handing a bag to Rev.

Wordlessly, she moved back some and allowed them to retrieve the remainder of the bags before heading inside. When she walked behind the bar to the narrow kitchen, she was met with Lisa.

“Oh, thanks, baby. You know where to put everything.” Lisa was busy, going in and out of the kitchen and bar, fixing drinks for customers and talking with the caterer for food tonight. By the time McKenzie had finished putting everything up, she was ready to make her exit for the day.

Instead, Rev stopped short as he was walking past the kitchen, “Yo, your pops was looking for you.” He called out. He paused again when McKenzie called after him.

“Wait, why?”

Rev shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know, he said to tell you go find him when you came back from the store.”

Nodding slowly, she ambled out of the kitchen and made her way upstairs. Rev watched after her, still unnerved at the recent changes in the woman he’d always considered a sister. It wasn’t lost on him that B hadn’t gone out to help with the groceries, he hadn’t even acknowledged her when she walked in. He was resolved not to say anything because he hadn’t felt it was his place, but Lisa wasn’t so hesitant.

She had been running around putting the finishing touches on the party while also tending to customers as they came and went. Still, her eyes saw everything and questions continued to rise in her head. The first time she’d had something of a breather, she went and dashed straight to Brandon.

“Ok, since she’s not gonna say anything, I figure you’re the next best person to go to.” Lisa spoke as she sat down next to B. She took a second to catch her breath from all her moving around as she waited for B to speak.

The confusion on his face was evident.

“Huh?”

“McKenzie. What’s been going on with her? She’s been off all day and in typical McKenzie fashion, she pretends like nothing’s wrong. We need to make sure nothing’s wrong.”

Jax looked on at the encounter, pretending he was entranced with the TV. He watched as Brandon’s shoulders tensed and he could see the pause in his features as he searched carefully for his next words.

With a deep sigh, he said, “...It’s not really my place anymore, Lisa.”

Rev’s ears perked up at those words and his eyes met Brandon’s with confusion. Lisa’s eyebrow rose in alarm and question.

“What are you talking about?” She asked.

“Guess this is a good time as ever,” he mumbled before standing. He avoided Lisa’s chilly look as he drew the attention of everyone. “Guys listen up, I got something to say," he paused before continuing, "Last night, McKenzie and I decided to end things. For good. We’re not getting married and we’re no longer together.”

A shocked silence permeated the room and Jax looked around at the stunned faces of the Street Wolves and the sympathetic looks of his SAMCRO brothers.

“It was just better for everyone this way. No hard feelings.” He declared with his hands up.

Jax hadn’t realized he was holding his breath during Brandon’s announcement and he also hadn’t realized the hitch in it at those choice of words. The tone that suggested amicableness. Mutuality. And he knew from McKenzie that that couldn’t be further from the case. When he made it sound like a reciprocal decision, McKenzie had all but voiced that he had dumped her. And it made Jax wonder what his angle was.

Sweets spoke first, having just arrived not long beforehand to hear the announcement. “Ahh, B, that sucks, man. Sorry to hear that.”

Brandon simply shrugged at his words. Jax looked over to Lisa who was silently fuming in her seat, her eyes never having left B despite his ardently avoiding hers. Jax was almost scared of whether she might lash out, her quiet fury reminiscent of his own mother’s. Despite possessing a glare that could kill, she simply rose from her seat and presumably went to check on her step-daughter.

“Maybe you two can work things out.” Ace suggested.

“Nah, we’re definitely over. And that’s okay. We don’t want to make this weird for anybody, we’re all still family, after all. We just wanted you to know what’s going on.”

And with that, he returned to his seat, going about his business as if nothing had happened.

**********

McKenzie stepped into the club’s lounge area, tapping on the open door as her dad looked up at her from his leaned stance against the table. He gave her a small smile and nodded her in.

She closed the door behind her and walked further into the room. When she settled next to him against the table, he spoke.

“How are you doing, baby? You’ve been quiet today.” He asked softly. And when she looked at her father, at the sympathetic and soft cast on his face, she knew.

“He told you,” resolution in her voice.

Gil gave her a sad smile.

“He did.” He simply stated. He sat and waited for her to give a response, but she simply sat there, smoothing her hands down her jeans. With a sigh, he pulled her into him and held her in a side embrace. He kissed the top of her head and soothingly ran his hand alongside her.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

McKenzie allowed herself to lean into his embrace, but nothing more. She’d save the crying spell for another time, preferably when she wasn’t here at the clubhouse. When they finally separated from each other, Gil maintained his comforting hand around her. Their eyes locked and she could see the sincere compassion, but also hesitance.

“I just-,” he looked away before he continued, “I just need to know this won’t be an issue.”

She fought the urge to roll her eyes. After all, he was president of the club, too. Brandon wasn’t going anywhere and McKenzie obviously wasn’t either. It was logical for Gil to have concerns about how things would go moving forward. Especially in the face of a new regency of the club. Though she held back from biting back with a smart comment, Gil could tell that his words weren’t received in the best way.

He continued rubbing up and down her arm to illustrate his sympathy. “Now wait, I have your back always. But I gotta think like a dad and a president. I voiced the same concern to B, too. I didn’t say anything when you two got together because you’re a grown woman, but here we are. B’s not going anywhere and you definitely aren’t. I gotta know that this doesn’t change things. That you two can still co-exist.”

“It won’t change things.” She spoke firmly. “At least on my end, it won’t.”

Gil put his hands up in defense, “Alright, that’s all I needed to know.” And then he held them out again, silently gesturing for another hug.

She walked into his arms and allowed herself to feel her father’s comfort once again. There were no further words spoken between them, an understanding in place. Once they parted, they nodded to each other and McKenzie walked out of the lounge.

She was only a few steps down the hallway before she was met with Lisa. Her arms were crossed as she slowed down and her eyes switched from fury to sadness as they connected with McKenzie. Acceptance rained over her as she realized that Lisa must know. Which meant everyone now knew, too.

She sucked in a resolute breath before meeting Lisa in the middle of the hallway. Wordlessly, they allowed their arms to cover each other as they fell into a hug. Once again, she allowed herself to revel in the arms of a loved one, embracing the squeezing comfort. Her eyes had watered once again but she wouldn’t let her tears fall, not while she wasn’t alone.

“You know, don’t you?” It was an unnecessary question, there was no doubt, but McKenzie felt the need to ask anyway.

“B just told us. Honey, why didn’t you?”

McKenzie let out another deep sigh before speaking, “Well, it was his decision. Figured it was on him to be the one to announce it.”

Lisa’s head immediately tilted in question, “What?”

“What?” McKenzie mirrored, not understanding the confusion.

Lisa stepped back and crossed her arms around her chest once again. “He said y’all decided to end things as in ‘we.’ As in it was a mutual decision.”

McKenzie couldn’t stop the rough laugh that escaped her lips. She shook her head and murmured, “Of course he did.”

“McKenzie, what really happened?”

She wanted to disregard the concern filling Lisa’s voice, but she knew her stepmother would push until she got her answers.

“He… he got home last night and said he didn’t want to be with me anymore. So he ended things. Just like that. A straight up blitz attack.”

“That asshole.” Lisa ground out.

“We’ve been having problems. Obviously, that’s not really a secret. Still though, I feel like I must have had blinders on because I didn’t think it was that bad.” The defeat and barely hidden hurt in McKenzie’s voice was evident. Lisa could hear the guardedness and she could see her begin to put walls up, unable to even look at her in the face. She stepped back, putting more distance between them and uttered, “It is what it is. No use in harping on it.”

Lisa sighed and pulled at McKenzie’s arm, silently willing her not to harden herself.

“He’s a dick, baby.” She continued pulling her until she was back in her arms, “You know I’m here for you, it’ll all be okay.”

“I know, thanks Lise.” McKenzie slowly relinquished herself from Lisa’s embrace. “It’s just- right now, all I want to do is forget about it.”

Lisa bit her tongue and simply nodded, “Then, that’s what we’ll do. Tell you what, let’s run out for a quick lunch, the guys can hold down the fort for a little bit,” she offered. A small smile fell onto McKenzie’s face and they linked their arms together as they walked down the steps.

“That sounds perfect.” McKenzie replied.

Neither of them glanced out towards the open bar area. Instead, they detoured towards the side door and headed outside towards Lisa’s sports car.

“Thank you,” McKenzie breathed as they separated. Relief had washed over her as soon as she exited the clubhouse. Almost as if it was choking her, she felt fresh air entering her lungs as she basked in the outside.

Lisa sent her a sympathetic smile, and responded, “Anything, babygirl.” She hopped into the driver’s seat, intent on lifting her stepdaughter’s spirits.

**************

Jax glanced at himself in the mirror as he spruced himself up. The party was beginning to start. He could already hear the music blaring through the speakers and patrons indulging in the festivities. He had come back up here to savor in the down time before what was sure to be a party for the books. To be honest, he wasn’t particularly in a party mood. He would for sure revel in the booze, food, and celebration, but he couldn’t see himself getting straight fucked up. Don’t get him wrong, today was worth celebrating. But peace had washed over him instead of the desire to get hammered. He felt like he had finally been able to relax after so long, especially seeing how everyone had fit well together during the brunch.

Now that him and McKenzie had come to a truce, he was even sure that they would be able to be cordial. The only weariness that continued to weigh on him was B. He wasn’t sure how long the feeling of uneasiness around him would permeate. It was weird because he didn’t necessarily feel the same anxiety around Gil. Sure, it wouldn’t do well for either of them to know of his and McKenzie’s recent tryst, but there was an unpredictability with B.

Jax had quickly found out that Brandon was sharp-witted and cunning. His contributions to their earlier meeting were insightful and sharp. He gave plenty of input on how best to go about purchasing properties and even supplied some contacts of people who’d be willing to help with the legalities on the cheap. He was helpful and the SAMCRO president could see how his usefulness was important to the Street Wolves. However, Jax also picked up on some things that rubbed him the wrong way about the young Street Wolf. For one, he had a perceptible ego. It wasn’t glaringly obvious, but it was there. And that kind of attitude could be dangerous, especially for two clubs who were working hard to stay legit. Hopefully, it never got to that point, but he knew it was something to watch out for.

And another thing that bothered him was how he treated McKenzie. Again, it was subtle. But obvious enough that he wondered if everyone could see it and simply chose to ignore it or if he was the only one who noticed. McKenzie had been withdrawn for pretty much the entire day and Brandon couldn’t have been bothered in the slightest. Jax wouldn’t have known that they were engaged to be married with the indifference and even slight annoyance with which he walked to go check on her in the bathroom earlier today. And it also wasn’t lost on him that McKenzie had practically fled the premises once he had announced their separation. Even after that, Jax was taken aback at the ease with which Brandon threw snide shots that were obviously directed at her. He made constant comments about how excited he was to finally be free tonight at the party and how he had one less headache in his life now. The only thing that made it even more childish is that he didn’t dare take a shot in the presence of Gil.

Everyone else looked a little uncomfortable, but said nothing, presumably letting him air his grievances like they would any brother who had just gone through a breakup. It was awkward because McKenzie was also their family, but they were doing what they knew best, supporting their brother. Instead of encouraging his comments though, they would just pat him on the back or give him a sympathetic smile.

Jax didn’t find it amusing at all. He never smiled, even sympathetically. He only excused himself to allow himself some alone time before the party. He tried not to be presumptuous, that had bitten him in the ass earlier. Maybe, B just wanted to lighten the mood and was the kind of person to crack jokes during tough times, but it rubbed Jax the wrong way and set off alarms in his head. Not even necessarily because of McKenzie. Just that Brandon thought it was appropriate to make those comments at all. At a fragile time like this, discord among the group was the last thing needed.

He’d give him the benefit of the doubt, though, just like he did McKenzie. They had both just gone through a break up. Maybe this was Brandon’s way of compartmentalizing, a twisted coping mechanism to help him process and get over things. It had only been a day since the breakup and a day since he had known the two of them. So, he’d give it more time before having his final judgements on the man.

Despite those initial worries, Jax wasn’t letting anything wash away his peace. He felt inspired, empowered, and ready to take on the world. Everyone seemed to respond well to his proposed plans and visions, so he couldn’t feel more excited about the moves on the horizon for this new partnership.

When he walked downstairs to join the party, he noticed Lisa and McKenzie in the small hallway nook that was centered right before you hit the main bar area. The two were saying goodbyes; it was obvious that McKenzie was itching to get out of here.

The sounds of his footsteps hitting the steps alerted them of his presence.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to intrude.” He spoke with a small smile.

Jax and McKenzie’s gazes locked momentarily as Lisa, oblivious, opened the side door that McKenzie was getting ready to walk out of.

The two gave each other a silent nod before McKenzie focused back on Lisa and said her goodbye.

Instead of lingering, Jax continued walking past the hallway nook and entered the vast expanse of the bar- the party in full swing.

A/N: And that’s Ch. 3! The two clubs seem to be settling in well which is nice, especially with their work cut out for them with new possible projects. There’s a lot of interesting things coming up with this story, so I hope y’all are enjoying it so far. I plan to delve more into Jax’s and McKenzie’s pasts, considering McKenzie is an OC and Jax has a non-canon past in this story. If you love slow burns, then this story is def for you! I know that’s ironic considering they slept together in the first chapter but def don’t expect them to be getting together together anyyy time soon. Obviously, there's still a lot of hurt and fallout for McKenzie after her breakup. And Jax himself hasn't had the best of experiences with love, so there's that.

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With Ghastly Consequences

Part Two of A Dangerous Game

{I wasn’t going to do this till later but ThE IdEaS were flowing}

Requested by this anon: “I don’t mean to be a bother but if you could possible make a part 2 for the “a dangerous game” fic that you made? It was amazing!!”

and this one: “ Dude I need more poly Dream team with SBI family reader what if reader came back as a ghost but it’s like Ghostbur so she doesn’t remember everything?”

Sooo....

Dream x George x Sapnap x Reader + sleepy boys x sibling!reader

trigger warnings: yelling, swearing, mentioned character death (its you, you died in the last one)

premise: after your death, everything was hazy; this is an account of the events sparked by your ghostly return

(y/n/n)- your nickname

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You’d drifted, for a while, in a greyish abyss for a while, knowing that there was a choice to make.

The void, though being of course, a void of nothingness, was peaceful, and gave you time to come to terms with what had happened, and come to the solution to the question.

And as soon as that happened-

You were gone again.

“Philza!”

The man froze over the brewing stand, the bottles in his hands beginning to tremble, “(y/n)?”

“Dad!” You grinned as he turned around, looking dumbfounded, “I didn’t know you were coming here- when did you get in? Oh I can’t believe you finally came!”

“D- Do you not remember?” His voice was low, shaking almost as much as his hands.

“Course I remember- well I remember some stuff. Like you and Tommy and Techno and Home and- and Pogtopia- and Dream and George and Ni- Sapnap- oh- wait-” your voice dropped to a whisper, “You know how they were- y’know, my partners?”

Your father nodded.

“Don’t tell Wil,” You said quickly, “He’ll get mad.”

He nodded blankly again, still staring at you.

“Well what's with you? Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“Y- It’s just- your back. I- I was devastated- more than- when WIlbur- er- when you died. But n- but your back.” There was quiet relief in his voice.

You nodded, “Course I’m back. Like you could get rid of me that easy.”

Phil dropped the bottles onto the crafting bench, rushing forward in an attempt to embrace you.

You shuddered as he passed through your spectral form, sadly mumbling, “Uh, yeah. I kinda pass through things now.”

Phil smiled sadly, “Still, your back, come on, come on, lets go find Techno, he should still be around here.”

You nodded, following him down that ladder, “That's what I wanted to ask, where is here? Why are you out in the arctic?”

“Oh, uh, just to get away from everything, you know who Tech hates his governments.” Phil attempted a joke.

“Oh, yeah- I wouldn’t want to be there with Shlatt either. Strange he didn’t just go back to pogtopia though.”

Technoblade looked up from where he was sharpening his axe, at first his face reading confused, then guilty, the carefully blank, “Things have changed (y/n). People, change.”

“Like Wil? I rember Wil being mad about something- do you think- no it wouldn’t be that, I was careful.”

Techno winced, glancing Phil’s direction, “Uhh, we- we don’t talk to Wilbur any more. Not- not since he- er- not since you died.”

“That man is no son of mine.” Phil spat.

You looked at him confused, “What happened? Did you get in a fight?”

“It’s- not our place to tell you.” Techno said finally.

“hmmm, okay! So what have you guys been up too?”

You hummed a tune, drifting down the prime path, headed towards L’manburg, toward home

Phil and Techno had warned you that things had changed since your death, but that didn’t deter you from going back.

Coming over the hill, you looked over your beautiful country, the walls, which you knew were gone, seemed to be partially rebuilt, and distantly you could see Fundy over seeing construction.

At first glance everything seemed fine, but as you got closer the atmosphere seemed to change, a sort of anxiety hanging in the air over the city.

Slowly you floated up to the platform your nephew was standing on, “Fundy! You’re rebuilding the walls!”

The fox jumped, “(y/n)?”

“When Techno said things had changed I didn’t think he meant Shlatt was putting the walls back!”

“(y/n)- your- your back?”

“Course I’m back,” You chuckled, “You miss me fur ball?”

“I- you- your back?” He repeated.

“Yeah, what’s going on round here? Why’d Shlatt have a change of heart- wait- did we win? Did I die and miss us winning? Is Wilbur putting the walls back-”

“Wilbur isn’t here any more.” Fundy interrupted bitterly.

Your brow furrowed, “Why is everyone mad at him?”

“Come on, lets get you too Ranboo, Tommy and Tubbo, they’ll-” He sighed motioning for Jack Manifold to take his place, “Well they should tell you at least part of it.”

He led you down off the platform, toward the podium that still stood in the center of L’manburg, at your look of confusion explaining, “Ranboo’s a new comer. Uh- he’s- different, half enderman, we think, eye contact isn’t his thing, so be aware of that.”

You nodded as he pushed open the door, “Hey- guy’s drop what your doing, this is important-” there was a small thud, “No not literally Ranboo- it’s a figure of speech.”

You drifted past him into the room, smiling at the flustered looking enderboy, your brother, and his best friend, “Hello!”

Tommy’s breath hitched, his lip beginning to tremble, “(y/n/n)?”

“Hi Tommy! Hi Tubbo! Hi person I’m assuming is Ranboo!”

The tall boy waved awkwardly, “Hi?”

Fundy cleared his throat awkwardly, “Uh, I have t’get back to work. They’re- confused. I-” He gave Tubbo a ‘this is your problem now’ look before quickly turning and leaving.

“Uhh... (y/n). You’re- back?” Tubbo laughed as if he couldn’t believe it.

Tommy was still staring at you in shock, “(y/n)?”

You drifted across the floor to be near him, “Tommy what’s wrong?”

Your brother burst into angry tears, “I thought you were gone! I thought that he took you away from me! He- he fucking thought- that bitch thought he could take away my sibling! Just- just because of some- of some fucking-” He fell off into hiccups, tears still falling down his face.

“That bastard! He- he fucking killed- he- and for what? Cuase he didn’t fucking like who you were seeing?” Tommy muttered, moving back past Ranboo to sink into a chair.

“Who? Who didn’t like it?” You asked.

Tommy let out a bitter laugh as Tubbo looked at you sadly, “It’s- nothing.”

“Hmmm, well, what’s going on here then? Did we win the war?”

Tubbo nodded, “Wilbur- isn’t here anymore, he- he- sort of betrayed us, and we chased him out. So we’re rebuilding the walls, so he doesn’t do anything else, and me and Tommy are co presidents.”

You nodded, but were still confused, “What did Wil do? Is it why Phil said he wasn’t his son any more?”

Ranboo gulped awkwardly, “Uh- from what- er I- uh heard, yes.”

“hmmmm, I hope it wasn’t anything too bad.” You sighed.

You stayed with them for another hour, talking about L’manburg, and the presidency, until Niki arrived, breathless, having heard you were back, “(y/n/)!”

“Niki!” You looked over her, something seemed off, less bright, less Niki.

She glanced around the room, “How about we go for a walk, to catch up?”

There was something desperate in her voice, and you weren’t stupid enough to ignore it, “Of course.”

She gave you a strained smile, motioning to the door, “Let’s go then.”

Soon you were out wandering through the city, many of the crowds were gone, though you could see signs of life in open windows, and small restaurants, “Niki what’s going on here? Something isn’t right.”

“Nothing is right, not since we got rid of Wilbur.”

You looked up at the walls, now seeming to loom twice as tall as they once did, “Tommy and Tubbo- they’re anxious about something.”

Niki nodded, “The whole country holds its breath. Tommy is angry, and Tubbo is paranoid. They think Wilbur will blow up the country, and that he’ll have help, the walls, the security checkpoints- none of this is what L’manburg was founded for.

“The people are terrified, everyone tells them something different, they’re waiting for the country to be driven into the ground.”

You gulped (can ghosts gulp?), “Well that isn’t good. Maybe- Maybe- hmmmm, Maybe you should be in charge Niki! You- don’t tell the others- but I think you’d make a better president than any of them!”

“If I could I would (y/n), but it’s not that simple,” She smiled sadly, looking around with a sigh, “Why don’t you go find your boyfriends? Have you gone to see them yet?”

~~ “Georgie!”

The King blinked, quickly pushing back the small sense of hope, he was just imagine things again, he thought to himself, he had to be.

“George what’s wrong?”

The voice was closer now, and it was the cold sensation at touched his shoulder that convinced him it was real enough to look, blinking in surprise again at your gray form, hovering next to his desk, “(y/n/n)! Oh my god! (y/n/n)!”

You grinned, “George!”

“Your back!” The goggles were quickly pushed off his face, dropped down onto the top of the desk, “Y- your really back!”

You nodded eagerly, “I missed you! Well- I mean, it wasn’t that long that I was gone. At least I don’t think- anyway I missed you!”

“I- (y/n) it’s- it’s been nearly a month.”

You cocked your head, “Huh, that's weird.”

“George who are you talking...” Nick trailed off as he entered the study, “(y/n)?”

You could see the tears in his eyes as you awkwardly waved, “Hi Nicky.”

“Holy shit.” He muttered, “I- we thought you were gone- I mean- when- when Wilbur...”

“When Wilbur what?” You asked with a chuckle, “Everyone keeps saying he’s done something, but no one’s told me what.”

Both men froze, sharing a looking, “Don’t worry about it.”

Nick quickly swiped away tears, “So your back?”

You nodded, “I’m back- hey, have you guys noticed how L’manburg’s being all weird now? Niki says Tommy and Tubbo are running the country into the ground.”

“Well- they’ve refused all foreign aid, we tried to offer them help- after the war, paying for damages and such after they sorted out there Wilbur problem,” George sighed, “And so far only Eret’s tried reaching out to talk to us, help with our Dream problem.”

“Yeah, where is Dream? I miss him and I can’t ping him, cause ghosts don’t have com tablets.”

“Even if yours hadn’t broken it wouldn’t help. He disappeared after Wilbur- did that thing,” Nick sounded all to broken for your liking, “He hasn’t answered any of our messages.”

You frowned, “Well that's not like him. Maybe he just left his tablet somewhere- or maybe he just got busy doing something again, you know how he gets during manhunts.”

“(y/n),” George tried gently, “He- smashed his com tablet, said something about going off the grid, undermining the server. He probably isn’t coming back.”

You froze, hover in silence for a moment, “No. No that’s not true- he wouldn’t- he wouldn’t leave us! You’re lying to me! He loves us! He’d never leave! It’s not true! He wouldn’t do that! Your lying!”

Nick seemed shocked at the outburst, “(y/n)- we were just as upset but he left- gone insane-”

“STOP LYING TO ME!” You exploded, “He wouldn’t do that! I know he wouldn’t! Your just lying!”

They watched you sink to the floor, spectral tears flowing down your cheeks, mumbling, “You’re lying, you’ve gotta be lying, he- he wouldn’t he wouldn’t do that.”

“Wilbur!”

Your brother flinched, he’d planned for this, he reminded himself, as soon as he heard the rumor's.

“(y/n).” He stood up, turning to face you, ignoring how he’d begun to shake.

He didn’t regret what he’d done.

At least that was what he told himself.

He knew what he had had to do, and he done it, and he had no regrets for his actions, because it was all in the plan.

“Wilbur what’re you doing outside L’manburg? I thought they said they chased you out.”

“I missed it.” He said simply, forcing back the choked noise that had started in his throat upon seeing your grey floating form.

“Did you miss me? George and Nick said I was gone for almost a month, that that was how long you and Dream were gone for.”

“Don’t fucking talk about that man.” Wilbur spat.

At your face of shock and horror at what you said Wilbur grinned, “Oh yeah, I know all about them (y/n). Them, and You, and everything before your death.”

“Why do you hate them so much?! Can’t you see that they make me happy?! What did they ever do to you?!”

“THEY TOOK AWAY MY SIBLING! MADE YOU TURN AGAINST ME! AGAINST L’MANBURG!” Wilbur yelled.

Tears started to slip from your eyes again, “Wil, I never turned against you- your my brother, I love you. Why is it so hard for you to see I’d never turn on you? Who I love has nothing to do with it.”

“Oh it has everything to do with it!” He laughed, finally managing to shut off the tiny part of his brain that screamed at him to stop, “You’re fucking dead because of it!”

You blinked, “N- no! It’s not because of them! I died in the war! Dream was trying to protect me! I died so we could be free again!”

“No (y/n)! You are so fucking stupid! Your dead because I killed you! I killed you because you were turning against me! Because it was the only way to get those fuckers to get there hands off you!”

You let out a choked sob.

“And guess what? I don’t regret anything. I killed you so that they would suffer! Suffer from loosing you the way I had! And it worked and so none of the cost matters!”

“No wonder everyone’s mad at you,” You sad shakily, “You’re a monster Wil.”

“And I’m not the only one.”

He sounded almost proud, gesturing his chin upward, at a patchwork of scaffolding as being stretched across the sky above L’manburg, distantly you could see someone in a neon green sweater running across the top.

~~ “Dream, what are you doing?”

The man only sighed at the serious voice, “Getting revenge. It’s what they would have wanted.”

“Is it?”

He finally turned away from the contraption, staring through the slits in his mask at the Spector that hovered in front of him, “So you really are back.”

“Dream,” You could almost see the wall he had put up when you died, repeating, “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to destroy L’manburg.” His voice was cold, steely, too close to that which you remembered from the day he and Tommy had their duel.

“You think that’s going to make things right? You think that’s going to put me- my spirit to rest?”

He faltered, “It has too. Wilbur killed you, and now he’s going to pay.”

Slowly you moved closer to him, across the narrow walk way, “Clay why did you leave them? When did you break your com tablet? You knew they needed you.”

“I- I had too.” The smile on his mask was all to haunting, a broken reminder of the past.

“They needed you and you left them. You put them aside, for this? To be a villain?”

“If I’m a villain then so be it.”

Down below the people of L’manburg were beginning to raise alarms as you spoke, “They love you. I love you. You don’t- you don’t need to be the villain my love.”

Slowly he reached up, slipping the mask off his face, “I know, I know but- but this is the only way.”

Gingerly you reached out, hovering your hand right where it would rest to cup his cheek, “It isn’t the only way. You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to cause this destruction.”

“It’s the only thing I know how to do,” There was anguish seeping in to his voice, “I don’t know if I can do anything else.”

You longed to embrace him as he fell to his knees, “You don’t have to do this Clay.”

“I don’t know how! I don’t know any other way to make Wilbur pay!”

“Clay look at me, look at me, there is another way- you don’t have to do this, We love you- we miss you- Nick, George and Me, we can just, climb down and go and find them and then run away together, leave this all behind!”

“Keep them safe.” He sniffed, wiping away angry tears.

“Yeah- yeah- we can build a little cottage, and plant flowers in the window boxes- and forget all about this,” You were phasing back into the material world, nearly by Dream’s sheer willpower as he pulled you into his arms, “And we can forget all about this, but only if you don’t do this.”

“I don’t know if I can... (y/n) I don’t know if I’m strong enough.” He sobbed.

“You are darling. You are. You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do this Clay, we love you.”

He sniffed, sitting up a little, one of his arms reaching away, both of your breathing unsteady as you looked up at him, desperation in your eyes...

And then the tnt hit the ground.

The world exploded into fire, ripping away his words:

“I love you too.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #dream x george x sapnap #dream x george x sapnap x reader #poly dream team x reader #sleepy boys x reader #teddy06 writes

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fandomfluffandfuck · 3 years

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Imagine... Steve's first summer where he's actually got some downtime, not fighting Nazis or aliens or anything, and he turns up to the beach in a pair of itty bitty swim briefs. Took him all damn day and three or four stores to find a pair with a high enough waist that it doesn't feel like he's moonin' everybody; everyone wears their pants so low nowadays, and Steve's not sure how they stand it. It doesn't occur to him that most men don't show this much leg (or wear anything this tight) these days, not until it's too late and everyone is staring. Bucky, well... Bucky would have warned him if Steve didn't look so damn cute blushing under all the attention.

This idea reminds me of this fanart so, uhh, moon over that I guess haha

I love this idea.

Steve Rogers Summer Off if you will.

Just thinking about Steve, his legs going for DAYS wearing these tiny fucking swim briefs, looking like he should be on the page of some sports magazine along with the screamed words IDEAL MALE BODY

Mmm, yes. That. We could all do with some of that.

Additionally, we’ve seen how Bucky dresses in the 21st century; he’s acclimated well to fashion trends. Steve has updated his style but it’s not exactly modern, at least, not in comparison to Bucky, y’know? He likes button ups and slacks and shirts and… he’s sort of made his own uniform up, something he wears on the daily so he doesn’t have to think about it too hard. He enjoys his routines, they keep him busy.

So, Steve looks very nice-to-meet-you-sir, dressy and put together. Bucky looks like he found one Hot Topic and refused to buy clothes from anywhere else after-

So when Steve picks Those Things out because "they're what people are doing now, Buck," he keeps his damn. mouth. shut. to the contrary. Bucky knows that Steve’s selection of swimwear is… “European”. To say the least. But he still doesn’t stop him from wearing them to the beach.

At least, for Bucky’s sanity, it isn’t a public beach. They’d never wade through waves of cameras and giddy children to get to the water if they did. (Additionally- Bucky would never take off his shirt if it weren’t a private, Stark-owned beach. And Steve wants his best guy to be comfortable, plus, he doesn’t want to hear him bitch about getting a farmer’s tan on only one arm and feel off-balanced about it.)

Thet roll up to this private beach.

And they’re there with some of the rest of the Avengers family. Meaning all of Steve’s attention is teasing and playful and coming from people he knows. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t melt into a puddle like the popsicle they passed, resting on the hot concrete on the way here when it happens.

Steve shimmies off his athletic shorts that he had been wearing over his briefs, dropping them next to the towels and oversized umbrella Bucky set up for them. Revealing just what he’s wearing.

And-

Everyone’s jaws drop as they all turn and find his nearly entirely naked form. All pale skin, sculpted muscle, and freckles that literally haven’t seen the sun in decades.

Sam is half torn between swearing at Bucky because DAMMIT I WANTED TO TROLL HIM INTO WEARING SOMETHING RIDICULOUS YOU ASSHOLE and teasing Bucky by smirking and raising an eyebrow, saying, “you let your boy outta the house like that? Damn, Barnes. I’m impressed. You’ve got more self control that I thought.”

Natasha wolf-whistles, raising the big, dark elegant sunglasses she had resting over her face - hiding most of it - just to get a better look. “Not bad for 93, Rogers,” she drawls, making sure that he knows that she’s looking him up and down before doing it again. Smiling with all of her teeth when she gets back up to his face- meeting his eyes. She doesn’t smile like that normally. She’s just doing it to make his blush turn from a gentle pink to a holy shit why did you lie in the sun for 5 hours red.

Tony is struck speechless for a moment; he grew up being told about how fantastic and honorable and good Captain America was. So perfect that it was infuriating. He didn’t ever, ever think about seeing that golden boy in literally next to nothing. When he catches his tongue again though, he offers, “you might be spry for an older fellow, Cap, but not everyone is. Put your damn pants back on before somebody pulls a muscle rubbernecking. Save your modesty,” he throws a hand up to his chest, dramatic, “for god’s sake.”

Rhodey goes straight to the point. He pretends to be blinded and hurls the nearest bottle of sunscreen at him, cackling about how fucking w h i t e he is.

Thor doesn’t even seem to notice. But also, he’s wearing shorts that come just up above the knee, printed with a mix of them all - all the avengers - as if they’re children’s swim trunks. They’re certainly not for children though. They’re as well fitted as they can be over his muscles, nearly skin tight.

Clint doesn’t notice either, not until Natasha taps him, seeing as he’s sunbathing- totally relaxed with his hearing aids out and all of his festive and playful themed band-aids taken off, avoiding tan lines just like Bucky. When he twists around to see, he sees, he looks him up and down, his mouth falls open mutely, his mouth closes, he blinks slowly, and he turns back around. A devilish smirk on his face as he groans and throws himself back down. mumbling something about now having seen "everything. And I mean everything."

Bruce is too polite to say anything but he does spit out the ice-cold water that he had been drinking, in the shade of his own umbrella. Spraying it all over his tablet and sputtering and blushing profusely himself.

Steve looks around the chain of reactions he’s just set off and attempts to give Bucky a stink eye but he can’t. What’s the use of a stink eye if he’s also blushing like mad? His skin crawling from all the eyes on him, arms coming up to hug himself only to already reach for his athletic shorts that go blessedly all the way to just above his knees.

Bucky’s flesh and blood hand catches one of his wrists to stop him from putting the other layer back on just as Natasha’s voice pipes back up, “don’t you dare, Steve!”

If Steve could blush harder. He would. But all of his blood is already pooled in his face and neck and chest and his fucking ears. Making him already look sunburnt.

(For after hours: feel free to imagine Bucky pulling him back home and claiming that they need to shower to get the excess sand off, only to pin Steve to the wall of the shower, still in those stupid swim briefs, and growl about how he practically just went prancing around in “fuckin’ panties.” Snapping the waistband against his abs, cupping his ass meanly. And asking him, “what if you had gotten hard Stevie? I know you can’t help yourself sometimes. I see you, tenting your fucking sweats just because I’m running a step ahead of you and you can’t help but look at me. I know how easy you are. What if you couldn’t control yourself? Everybody woulda seen what’s mine, huh? They would, wouldn’t they? Seen straight through these stupid fuckin’ panties. These ain’t swim briefs, doll.” Steve just about drops dead on the spot, head falling back painfully against the tile with his dick suddenly doing exactly as Bucky was afraid of.)

#asks #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #natasha romanov #tony stark #james rhodes #thor odinson #clint barton #bruce banner #blushing steve is my favorite steve #my writing

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wavyhairedbabyy · 3 years

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Idiots - Part 1

Karl Jacobs x gn!reader

tldr: They’ve both got a crush. Sucks, since they’re the only ones oblivious to it. (Slow Burn!)

CW: some swearing(not at each other), fluffy as a teddy bear.

a/n: I got a random influx of followers ;-; Tysm for enjoying my works and sharing them. I haven’t written in 6 years, in case it wasn’t obvious lmao, so even one is super meaningful to me :) this ended up being way longer than I intended it to be so I’m splitting it into 2 parts.

edited yet: yes - let me know if I missed anything!

Part 1 - Part 2

Y/n and Karl met when Karl was still going to college in New York before dropping things to move to North Carolina. They met the fall of their sophomore year at the campus café when Karl was trying to shoot a piece of paper into a trash can. The problem was he couldn’t aim and it landed right in y/n’s mug of coffee, quickly dissolving into a paper coffee soup. For anyone else it would’ve been okay but being that coffee was y/n’s life line, especially during finals, it most definitely was not.

“You’re buying me another, right?” they asked, “I would highly recommend it or you might see a side of me you don’t want to see.”

Being the good guy he was, and the slight fear of their bad side, he did with no questions.

“So, since there’s a side of you I don’t want to see, and I bought you a new coffee, do I get to see the side of you that I do want to see?”

“Find me next semester and you might.”

And he did.

***

“Karl, if you don’t give me that sword, I’m going to hurt you!” Y/n screamed as they lunged toward him. It was y/n, Karl, and Chris hanging out at Karl’s place until it was time to leave for a Mr. Beast project. They sat in his living room, Karl with a foam sword that y/n was desperate to take from him.

“That’s the problem! If I give it to you, you will hurt me with it!” He yelled back, jumping out of their reach.

“Okay children, why don’t I just take the sword so we can end all of this?” Chris intervened in an attempt to stop the ruckus.

Both of them paused, looking at him in disbelief. They shook their head and in unison scoffed, “No!”

The two continued their play fighting, one holding on to the sword for a short period of time before the other pulled it from their grasp. This went on until it was time to leave the house.

While this was all going down, Chris watched Karl’s behavior. He noticed how he let y/n hold on to the sword a little longer, even when he could’ve easily reached out to grab it from their hands. He noticed how he was much more careful with his movements, almost scared to be too rough with them.

With anyone else, Chris knew Karl’s pride would have taken over in this situation. He thought back to any other time he had any of his SMP friends over. With Nick or Alex, he would have hogged the sword and brutally whacked either of them with it as much as he could. He would happily tacked them and pinned them to the ground. With y/n though... there was a gentleness with them, and Chris did not fail on picking that up.

“Okay lame-os, let’s get on over to the warehouse. Y/n, you coming?” Chris asked.

Y/n shook their head, “Nah. I’m gonna unpack my stuff and relax from the flight. Plus, word on the street says that tomorrow is when the cool stuff is happening so I’ll come then.” they replied.

“Well the street is right, but they’re still a dummy,” Chris looked at Karl for reference.

“Hey...” Karl faked a sad look before staring at y/n for defense.

Y/n giggle and just shrugged, waving goodbye to the both of them, “If you don’t bring me back Burger King fries, don’t bother coming back at all!”

***

Chris and Karl sat in the car, Chris driving and Karl in the passenger seat. With some music on in the background, the two were discussing the plan of action for what was going to be filmed for the day.

“Do you know how long it’s going to take?” Karl asked, “I feel bad leaving y/n by themselves so I want to try to get out as early as humanly possible.”

“I’m not really sure. I’m sure Jimmy wouldn’t mind you scootin’ out a little early,” Chris replied. He took the opportunity and leaned over to his friend, “Speakin’ of y/n, anything going on there? Y’know, anything special?”

“Uhh- whaddya mean special?” Karl haphazardly, “We’re best friends. I think that’s pretty special.”

“No, idiot. I mean is there anything there besides just being best friends,” Chris paused for a second, “I dunno. I just noticed you’re different with them, man. You know you would never treat Nick or Alex the way you treated them.”

Karl paused, trying to think of a response but failing. He sighed, “Yeah, there’s definitely something there on my end. I mean, I’ve been attracted to them since we first met. I just don’t think they reciprocate it.”

“You never know if you don’t try. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“I’d rather not think about it,” Karl sunk into his seat, thinking of all the bad endings that could happen if he told y/n his feelings.

***

Meanwhile this was happening, y/n was making themselves comfortable in Karl’s guest room. They planned on staying for a week and a half which meant packing a month’s worth of clothes. Before starting to unpack their things into the dresser, they FaceTimed their other best friend that was back in New York to keep them company.

“You’re calling me now? Your flight landed 4 hours ago! I was sure you crashed in the middle of the ocean - gone like that Malaysia flight,” y/bff answered.

“Hi to you too,” y/n responded as they started to place their clothes in the closet, “ You are so dramatic. My flight didn’t even go over the ocean. And don’t act like you weren’t tracking my flight. You knew damn well I was fine.”

“All this worrying and caring, and this is how I’m being treated?” Y/bff shook their head as the wiped their fake tears away “The disrespect.”

“Pft, the only disrespect I’m seeing here is the lack of questions about my day,” y/n said, “I had a great flight. I got those yummy blue chips and had a nice drive from the airport in a Tesla.”

Y/bff gasped, “What kind of Uber driver is driving around a Tesla? We need more of those people up here.”

“Dude, it was Karl,” y/n replied, “I was shocked. Last time I saw this kid he was driving a hunk of junk. One year down here and he’s driving around like he’s Elon Musk.”

“Well, I’ll tell you this now. If you don’t cuff him, I will!” Their laugh echoed through the phone

Y/n rolled their eyes, “Oh please, if he doesn’t like me like that then you’re in no good luck.”

“So you told him then?”

“No, not yet,” y/n paused, “I dunno. We’ve been friends for 3, almost 4, years now. If he liked me, he would’ve said something by now. Plus we live so far away from each other now. I just don’t wanna ruin a good thing, y’know?”

“Well, I still say do it. You can tell him and spend your life in peace knowing his answer, or keep it to you yourself and spend the rest of your life wondering ‘what if?’ And I’ll tell you now, the latter always ends with regret. With the first answer, you’ll at least have a chance of a happy ending.”

Y/n shrugged, putting away the last piece of clothing from their luggage, “I know, I know. I’ll think about it. Thanks for the chat, but I’m gonna go relax now before he gets back. I love and miss you already.”

They exchanged their goodbyes and hung up. Y/n flattened their luggage and slid it under the bed. Moving back to the dresser, they found some comfortable clothes to change into after a shower.

Y/n knew y/bff was right. They just couldn’t bring themselves to share their feelings. What if Karl didn’t feel the same way? Would it ruin their friendship? Would this be the last time they ever saw each other? No, y/n knew it wouldn’t end their friendship, but it would make it awkward for a little while. They moved to the bathroom. Maybe a shower would help them compose their thoughts.

***

“I’m back!” Karl shouted as he kicked the door shut behind him. The project took a few hours so the sun had set and nighttime was settling itself in North Carolina. There was no response. Karl continued, “And I have Burger King fries!”

“You should’ve started out with that! Coming!” Y/n yelled from down the hall. Karl rolled his eyes and walked over to the living room table. He started making room for the food when he heard fast footsteps coming toward him.

“Incoming!” Y/n yelled, tackling him to the floor with a hug. They were giggling as if they just pulled the best prank in the world.

“Hi to you too,” he groaned from his body hitting the floor. Y/n continued to chuckle as they got up, grabbing Karl’s hand to help him up too. They sat on the couch, looking at the food in front of them.

“A whole whopper meal? What did I do to get the honors, Mr. Jacobs?” Y/n remarked in a posh accent, popping a fry into their mouth.

“You existed,” Karl giggled out. Y/n smiled, but the butterflies in their stomach couldn’t feign their excitement. It was small shit like that that made y/n fall for Karl. He continued, “Plus I didn’t know if you ate or not so I thought better safer than sorry.”

“Aw, you’re the sweetest,” they gave him a tight hug before returning to the spot they were in on the couch, “So, what’s the plan, Stan?”

“I’m kind of tired from filming, I hope you don’t mind-”

“Actually, I completely mind” y/n replied sarcastically. Karl shook his head at them.

“So, I was thinking we could just watch a movie or watch a show,”

“Ah yes, head empty activities. I’m down. Can we watch a movie though? Not in the mood for a show right now,” y/n replied.

“Sure let’s scroll through and find something,” Karl switched on the TV and the two munched on their food while they decided what they were going to watch. After 20 minutes of scrolling, which really was 20 minutes of fighting over who had better taste in movies, they finally agreed on Wall-E.

Before the movie started, y/n looked over to Karl. Their hands were in the shape of finger guns, pointed to each other and the tips of their index fingers touching. They had a pout on their face when they asked, “Can we cuddle while we watch?”

“No,” Karl shook his head quickly, keeping a stoic, straight face. Y/n’s pout got bigger. He continued, “I absolutely hate physical touch.”

They both immediately broke out into giggles, y/n grabbing the nearest pillow and smacking him with it, “You are so lame.”

Karl continued with his fit of giggle, “The day I say that and mean it is the day hell freezes over.”

As the intro to the movie played, the two came closer, y/n’s legs tangling up with Karl’s. When they finished up their food, they moved closer with Karl’s arm around y/n’s shoulders and their head laying on his chest.

Y/n gave a playful scoff, reminiscing on their past memories together, “This reminds me of the time we had a Disney movie marathon before spring break.”

Karl laughed, “Yeah, and you made my old roommate cry beforehand because he wasn’t doing his dishes all semester.”

“In my defense, I gave him warnings. He didn’t wanna listen and there’s no way I was letting you live in a house with a sink full of fruit flies.”

“I’m not sure if you did that for me or because you practically lived with us.”

“Don’t get it mixed up, pretty boy. That was for you.” Karl smiled at those words, looking down at the person laying on their chest. He wanted to believe there was more than friendship behind those words. The warm feeling he would always get with them filled his chest as he turned his focus back to the movie.

“I really missed you.” He whispered.

“I really missed you too.”

***

Part 2

#karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs x reader fluff #karl jacobs fluff #karl jacobs fanfic #karl jacobs #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader

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clintbartonswife · 3 years

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tender but tough

Pairings: Wade Wilson x Peter Parker Summary: Ever since Vanessa, Wade had been scorned from even a friendly shoulder touch even when he was in the suit. Peter realises this. Whumptober no.6: touch and go Notes: touch starved wade, college!peter parker, not as angsty, but the whump’s there. masterlist

Watching Wade Wilson was a pastime that Peter had come to love.

Ever since meeting him a few weeks ago, he had been drawn to the man, watching from afar as he tried to work up the courage to speak to him once more.

Upon spying (Ned had called it stalking but he had quickly stated that he didn't seek the masked man out, instead only watching him when he naturally came across him in the city. The word was quickly changed to ‘pool spotting’, and Peter had grudgingly complied.) on Wade, he had managed to come to three conclusions.

Number one: Wade Wilson was a creature of habit. Despite his seemingly erratic movements, he would always buy food from the same three places - if he didn’t already have a pre-cooked meal in his hello kitty lunchbox. Peter had at first wondered if that meant that Wade had someone at home who cooked for him, but after a very loud conversation on a roof with someone called ‘yellow’ and ‘white’, knew for certain that he was “painfully alone and in desperate need of a quick fuck or someone to hold”. He especially loved his Mexican food, often returning to his favourite roof top with two bulging bags of of the stuff.

Number two: Wade kills, and he does it a concerning amount. Normally, whenever Peter was on his pool spotting expeditions and he saw him getting his katanas out (he had once heard him call them Bea and Arthur), he would swing by, web up the bad guy, and swing away while shouting some different iteration of ‘don’t kill him, please!’. He would later hear people talking about others Deadpool had killed once he had gone home, though the webbed ones were never touched. Peter prided himself on his very anti-killing stance, but something about Wade made him curious - enough to put his moral code on the backburner and instead feel the need to help him change for the better.

Number three, and arguably the most important: He had never seen anyone touch him. Sure, people had thrown punches, violently approached him, but never once had he seen anyone touch him with anything less than hate. This is what finally convinced Peter to approach him.

“Hey Webs”

Wade was sat with his legs overhanging the roof of the building, mask half pulled up over his face and a burrito halfway to his mouth.

Peter took a deep breath before he spoke, settling his nerves, “Hi Wade.”

“Aaah, he speaks! How are you doing baby boy.”

Peter flushed at the nickname, face heating up under his mask, “Uhh -”

Wade let out a laugh, placing his burrito down and pulling his mask back over his face before turning to face him, “Well, he tries to speak.” Wade tilted his head to the side slightly, patting the surface next to him, waiting until Peter sat beside him, “I’ve been seeing you around a lot, but we haven’t really spoken since the last - no Yellow I’m not trying to guilt him - shut up White.”

Peter just looked at him.

“Sorry - it’s the boxes-” Deadpool said, with a strong jersey accent, waving his hands around his head animatedly, “You wouldn’t get that reference, shame. I love Margot Robbie.”

“Who?”

“Oh, Webs” Deadpool sighed, patting his masked cheek condescendingly, “The world of joy you’re missing out on.”

That’s another thing that Peter found out after hanging out around Deadpool for a few months - he would instigate touch, but shy away whenever Peter would go to return it, shrugging it off with a quick joke or pun.

It was on the third month of knowing Deadpool that Peter decided he would address it. The two of them had become extremely close, and Peter had found himself trusting the older man quicker than he ever had before. It was only one day at Stark tower during a quick drop-in visit to see Tony, that the billionaire had pointed out how quickly Peter had become comfortable with him.

“Webs, webs, webs. To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you today?”

Peter smiled, sitting cross-legged beside Wade as he unloaded the two bags of Mexican food. “Just wanted to see your gorgeous face, as always.”

“Always a charmer - and a beautiful liar at that.”

“How do you know I’m beautiful? For all you know I could look like a troll under this mask and you’d never know.”

Wade’s mask warped as he raised his eyebrow, “With an ass that phat? Baby boy, you’re nothing short of an angel.”

He wouldn’t know why he had done this until many years after the fact, looking back in hindsight. Peter had let out a small laugh, and ripped his mask of with a grin, “Well damn Wade, someone would think that you’re sweet talking me.”

Wade went quiet - something Peter had never known him to be - and sat back heavily. At the silence, the younger man’s smile dropped slightly, turning more nervous, “Is this a case of ‘if you’ve got nothing nice to say don’t say anything at all’ type-a deal?”

“No.” the answer was so fast that Peter let a nervous laugh escape, “You’re - you look better than every wet dream I’ve had about you combined.”

Peter laughed loudly at that, relief making his head feel slightly woozy, raking his hands through his curly hair.

“I’m not kidding - I mean I knew your body was good - but your face! ” Wade’s voice was higher than it normally was, disbelief clear in his tone, “You gotta body of a stripper and face of an angel, y’know that?”

“Wade-”

“And you blush pretty too, it’s like god took every one of my dirty fantasies -” Wade’s rant was cut off as Peter placed a hand on his shoulder, eyes widening at the soft touch, “Webs -?”

“Peter,” he smiled, moving his free hand to slowly start removing his mask, “My name’s Peter.”

Wade repeated it like a prayer, so distracted by the feel of the letters on his lips that he didn’t even move to stop the action. Peter let his finger brush against the textured skin of his cheek, Wade going completely still at the contact.

“Pete... what are you doing?”

He just smiled, moving his other hand to cup the other side of his cheek as he lifted the mask all of the way off. “Beautiful.” The one word seemed to strike Wade at his core, the man melting in to his hand before coming to his senses and pulling back slightly.

“You are,” he insisted, “fuck anyone who says anything else.”

“Oooh, little spidey used the f-word.”

Peter shot him an unimpressed look, “Wade.”

The mercenary just huffed, seemingly losing the internal battle against himself and the boxes as he let himself relax in to Peter’s hands once more. The younger man just watched as Wade’s body seemed to completely loosen, as if he was crumbling right before his eyes.

As if on delayed time, Wade’s eyes began to water, “I - I don’t know why-”

“It’s ok, Wade,” Peter said, instantly moving closer and enveloping him in a hug, taking the full weight as he relaxed completely into the hold, “It’s ok.”

Peter just held him as he felt the merc’s tears wetting the front of his suit, slowly moving his hand up and down Wade’s back. The rhythmic motion seemed to lull both of them into a comfortable silence, one which was only broken by the sharp sudden breaths of the man in his arms.

Wade had been quiet for too long, eventually pulling slightly back from the hug but taking great care to keep contact, “If you can make me this weak with a hug, I cant wait for when you finally take me home and bang me into next year.”

“Wade!”

Sniggering, Wade leaned back into the hold, burying his face in Peter’s neck, “Well if you’re offering, I’m sure gonna make the most of it, Webs.”

#whumptober2021 #no.6 #touch starved #marvel #spideypool #deadpool #peter parker #spiderman #spiderman x deadpool #whump #fluff #peter parker x deadpool #fanfiction #marvel fic #spideypool whump #wade wilson

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yoshkeii · 3 years

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"𝙰 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑"

࿐ character(s): Ushijima Wakatoshi, Daichi Sawamura, Kuroo Tetsurou

࿐ genre: sfw, soft/fluff, comfort, tiny angst if you squint

࿐ type: headcanons (hcs)? / imagine

࿐ requested by: @dumpsterfireinc

⌦ shymale!reader (he/him)

⌦ ‘if I can request comfort hcs for Ushijima, Daichi, Kuroo, and Oikawa who have a crush on as shy male!reader who thinks the boys should be with a girl and not him.’

A/N: i had to drop oikawa on this one since i cant seem to get his personality out?? i- uh-. i apologize- also my way of writing hcs is weird? idk why i like writing like that, but eventually they’ll shift- somehow- (i’ll probably make a proper hcs post if you want-)

1-16-2021: sorry in advanced if this took waaay to long. im doubting my writings. kinda shit but im just burnt out.

𝚄𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚊:

❀ Ushijima had a crush on you. of course he would, someone so soft, gentle, and shy. he actually found it cute you having those aspects. even though not a lot of people would enjoy such an introverted person at times.

❀ being shy would fit well together with his own personality generally. like being stoic and quiet himself. at some points he genuinely thought you and him were perfect. just two puzzle pieces that could fit together.

❀ he doesn’t know when he had a crush on you till Tendou or someone would bring it up. cause he always somehow had his eyes on you in the halls, classes, etc.

❀ adding on to his personality, he is very blunt and straightforward with his words. and when you heard those three words from the intimidating captain. made your heart skip a beat, muscles tense, and mind race.

❀ “..y-you.. like me??” the softened tone in your voice echoed within the empty afterschool halls.

❀ “Yes. I just stated that.”

❀ “..I heard you.. you dummy..” you muttered the last words softly. fiddling with your fingers nervously, he always found you fidgeting with something whenever you were nervous or put on the spot. your gaze kept low.

❀ the silence only just settled. making Ushijima await another word from your smaller figure.

❀ but he didn’t expect those words to slip out of your mouth. he never did.

❀ “Why.. Why would you want to be with me.. instead.” your voice still kept your softened tone, but it had a faint hint of sadness. the slight wavering of your voice gave way.

❀ “..isn’t it better to be.. with a girl instead? t-they’re better options. pretty. talented. i-i don’t.. have any of those.”

❀ Ushijima just stared, unsure on what to do. no one told him this would be a scenario or a possibility. thought it was simply just a yes or no to a confession, something quick.

❀ “You also won’t l-look.. weird.. o-odd.. with-” your voice cracked, tears gathered in your eyes. quickly wiping them away with a sniff.

❀ “F-fuck I’m sorry.. for c-crying..” softly cursing as you nervously laughed.

❀ “y/n,” Ushijima lifted your head gently with his hand making sure your eyes looked up at him, “..I don’t care, if people will look at us weirdly. I don’t care if they all knew or not.”

❀ he wiped the tears dripping from your eyes as you stared at him with disbelief.

❀ “I like you. No- I love you. That’s that. I love y/n, and nothing will stop that.”

❀ shortly, tears poured from your eyes from his words. softly murmuring apologizes for crying over this accompanied w/ a smile on your face. Ushijima just wiping your tears away for you, seeing how your face just melts in his hand in comfort. regaining composure after a couple of reassurances from him.

❀ “I-I.. I love you.. t-too.. Wakatoshi..”

𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒:

❀ mans had a big crush on you ever since you both had multiple shared classes. especially same homeroom.

❀ Daichi and you had an decent relationship, it wasn’t as close like he has with Sugawara or Asahi. having the same homeroom, he always found you alone and minding your own business a desk or two behind him in the back.

❀ sometimes exchanging the simple hellos and small talk whenever Suga and/or Asahi dared him to. knowing how his eyes occasionally drifts towards your direction of the room.

❀ for someone so quiet.. he didn’t know it could be a cute feature. an adorable one if he would say so himself. just seems too s o f t .

❀ your gentle voice always made his heart skip a beat, it was so calming. a remedy to his ears. after a few small talks and interactions, you both managed to hang out a little more often. being invited on study dates sessions since you were also pretty smart in the academics (brownie points!)

❀ as of right now, his eyes were simply glued on you. just watching you talk about whatever subject. he really wasn’t paying attention... or at all. admiring your features from across the small table on the floor that was littered with notebooks, textbooks, papers and pens.

❀ he knew you were shy so he often kept things low and safe for you whenever you both hung out once in awhile. sometimes exchanging little sticky notes with each other to limit talking.

❀ once he confessed to you, through the last sticky note of his. not a manly way to really confess but he couldn’t figure anything else out for you. didnt want to scare you away.

❀ you stared up at the captain in slight doubt, going back to the note to reread the words written. ‘would you like to go out with me?’ tiny hearts here and there on the note.

❀ looking back up at him, you noticed the slight blush across his face. you realized he was serious.

❀ “..why would you want to go out with me?” your grip on the note slightly tightened, as thoughts began to flood your mind. “wouldn’t it be better- be better with a girl?? a-and.. not me.” you began to slip on your words, gaze slipping down to avoid his eyes as you noticed him looking up at you now.

❀ “..with.. a girl?” Daichi mustered out.

❀ “or.. anyone but... me. I’m not.. popular. I’m not.. p-pretty, c-cute.. handsome.. s-smart either...” you began to ramble, negative thoughts after another.

❀ “H-hey y/n. y/n..!” Daichi was closer to you now, his hands on your shoulders hoping to get you out of your negative trance.

❀ it successfully worked, making you stop but your gaze still remain low. hearing a sigh from Daichi made you tensed, you liked him too. you loved him. but you don’t know if it was best for him to date you. or be in a relationship in that matter.

❀ Daichi wrapped his arms around you, “Don’t be so harsh to yourself. I denied most of the confessions... j-just.. to ask you out one day you know. I’m confident I want you more than any girl.” he muttered.

❀ noticing you relaxing in his arms made him slightly smile, feeling you hug back. your hands grasping the back of his gakuran, mustering the urge to cry you hid your face on his shoulders. eventually muffling out your soft sobs and various ‘i love you too’

𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘:

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.

❀ it was obvious Kuroo was crushing on someone. and that someone was you. being one of the assistances, or at this point the team would’ve eventually called you their manager. often there to aid and help whenever needed so you stumbled by the gym many times to either drop something off for one of the members or coaches.

❀ always teasing and flirting with you, which wasn’t such an out-of-character of him. knowing him to be the master of provocation. but often when you weren’t there, he would start talking about you. unconsciously sometimes.

❀ which gave a big sign of his feelings, especially through Kenma. it wasn’t so hard to see, but you were dense and oblivious over it.

❀ he knew you liked him back eventually, seeing how you haven’t turned him down with any of his teases accompanied with the slight blush on your face each time. you were just too shy to say anything about it.

❀ he was aware that you were very shy and introverted. always seeing you staying back or infront of crowds in the hallway and avoided them at all costs. being observant he took note of it.

❀ always managing to catch you away from people or just a little people in the area, he used that time to talk to you more privately.

❀ you both began to get to know each other pretty well each time.

❀ exchanging interests and moments you’ve had in your life. often making you giggle at his silly retorts and remarks, funny moments of his teams and others. he was genuinely seeing a new side of you.

❀ never really seeing you smile brightly and laugh without holding back. it felt surreal and a literal dream.

❀ “Hey, y/n, have you dated anyone yet?” Kuroo looked over at you, eyes staring in curiosity with his common sly smirk.

❀ “I-.. uhh.. n-not yet?” you nervously laughed, messing with the sleeve of your nekoma track jacket.

❀ “Well then.. do you have a crush?” he continued on.

❀ “O-oh.. Ye-yeah! He probably won’t like me b-back though..” you murmured.

❀ “Wait- He!?”

❀ “H-hey,, Kuroo! Keep y-your voice down please..!!” you playfully punched his shoulder in return he faked an ‘ow’ “..b-but.. yes.. i like a guy.. h-he’s popular so i doubt he would like me b-back.” you looked up at him with a weak smile, hoping to not seemed phased by it.

❀ “Ahhh.. why’s that then.” his curious tone turned stern, tilting his head into his palm so it rested comfortably. “hmmm~?”

❀ “Oh.. w-well.. he’s popular with the girls.. a lot of them a-actually. I bet he l-likes them more than me.. girls are b-better for him anyways...”

❀ “What if they weren’t? He could be gay.. or bisexual... or pan and all that jazz y’know y/n?”

❀ “Thats true.. what about you kuroo-san?” you took a sip of water from your bottle aside of your thigh.

❀ “I have a crush too of course. And its actually you.”

❀ you choked on the water, coughing out a reply, “w-wait you.. you like me.. me- back?!” you only looked at him with disbelief, coughing slightly still.

❀ Kuroo only laughed at your off-guard reaction, “K-kuroo!! I-it’s not funnyyy..!” you whined, covering your face with your jacket. “hhhh.. g-god damnit..”

❀ after a few moments it went silently, peeking your eyes out from your hidden position Kuroo pecked your forehead. Suddenly aside of you, entwining his hand with yours.

❀ “Of course I like you back~ I want you to be my boyfriend you softie.”

#at-dusk;- 🌆#folder 📁;- 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #x reader #kuroo tetsuro x male reader #daichi sawamura x male reader #ushijima wakatoshi x male reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #Ushijima Wakatoshi #Daichi Sawamura #Kuroo Tetsurou

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fictionaryplace · 3 years

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rumour has it.

bleach || ichigo/orihime, ensemble cast || 6050 words || pg—13 (language, sexual themes) ichigo and orihime have important news, but decide to have a little fun with their friends and family before coming clean. gossip begins, a game of chinese whispers ensues, and their friends try to get to the bottom of the mystery with disastrous consequences.

❝ “Orihime, I am this close to shouting from the rooftop, ‘Suck it, losers! Inoue Orihime is officially off the market!’ and now you’re telling me I have to pretend to break up with you?” ❞

“So who should we call first? Tatsuki? My family?” Ichigo reached for his phone but Orihime stopped him.

“Actually,” she whispered into his ear and he couldn’t stop a shudder running through his body, “I was thinking we could have a little… fun first.” “Well, I was planning on that, too,” Ichigo grinned saucily. “I didn’t mean like that.” She whacked him across the shoulder and he sighed in disappointment. “I mean, of course we can have fun like that, but I meant fun in a different way.” “Like a new position?” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Ichigo-kun, will you get your mind out of the gutter for one minute, please?” she glared at him accusingly. “Okay, well, I’m really dense, as you know, so I think you’re going to have to spell it out for me.” “I was thinking, instead of just telling people we’re engaged, we should… not.” Ichigo scratched his head. “I’m confused. How would that be fun?” “Well, y’know, we could play around with them for a bit first. Pretend like we’re cooling our relationship off instead.” “I— what? Are you serious?” Ichigo was completely caught off guard. “Orihime, I am this close to shouting from the rooftop, ‘Suck it, losers! Inoue Orihime is officially off the market!’ and now you’re telling me I have to pretend to break up with you?” She coyly played with her hair. “Do you think you’ll have trouble not telling people?” “Uhh, yeah!” She smiled cheekily. “Well, maybe we shouldn’t spend any time with each other until we tell people, then.” “What?” “Maybe on Saturday when Kuchiki-san and Renji-kun come to visit? That way we can tell everyone at once.” “What?” “Well, when do you think we should tell people, then?” “How about now? I don’t want to have to wait a whole week!” She almost laughed at the horrified expression on his face. This was too good; not only was she going to have fun fooling everybody else, she was going to enjoy playing around with Ichigo, too. “Aww, c’mon, Ichigo-kun, this will work perfectly! If you’re going to have trouble keeping it a secret, we won’t spend any time together, and if we don’t spend any time together, people will think we’re taking a break. Perfect!” she patted him on the shoulder as she got up off the bed. “But, wait—” “And we can start right now!” She worked her engagement ring off of her ring, only five minutes after she had put it on, and replaced it back into its box. “I’m going to go home, okay?” “What? You’re not staying the night?” His jaw dropped. If there were any night a guy should get lucky, surely it would be the night he proposed, right? Surely he was right in thinking that. “Really, Ichigo, what kind of message would it send if we spent the night together when we’d broken up?” “But we… but I…” he floundered for words. “Alright, so I’ll see you tomorrow!” She paused for effect. “Maybe.” She kissed him on the cheek chastely before waving goodbye. “Wait, are you serious?” Ichigo only just managed to catch her before she left his apartment and knew from the mischievous grin on her face that she was dead serious about her proposition. He sighed in resignation, “Do you want me to walk you home?” “Now what kind of ex-boyfriend would do that?” she argued playfully before leaving. “The kind who’s still your boyfriend?” Ichigo answered rhetorically before flopping himself onto the couch. It was going to be a long week. Finally out of Ichigo’s presence, Orihime couldn’t contain her laughter anymore. She spent her walk home trying to come up with all the things she could do to him during the week. She was sure Ichigo was going to retaliate once he got over the initial shock and, honestly, she was looking forward to that, too. By the time she reached the apartment she shared with Tatsuki, she had reined in her fit of giggles, but her eyes were still teary and her face was still red from laughing. She could hear laughter coming from inside the apartment once she opened the door, but it trailed off as she stepped into the apartment. “Orihime?” Tatsuki stood up and Keigo and Mizuiro turned to face her. “What… what are you doing here?” Orihime rubbed her eyes for effect as Tatsuki continued. “Uhh, how was your night?” “Big,” Orihime replied simply and saw the three of them quickly exchange a glance. “Good big or bad big?” “Ichigo,” she sighed theatrically, “thought maybe it was time for a change in our relationship.” “A change in your relationship?” Tatsuki repeated, confused. She walked around the couch towards Orihime but stopped short before asking in horror, “Have you been crying?” “You know, I’m kinda tired, I think I’m just going to go to bed.” “Orihime—” “Night,” Orihime interrupted her, feigning weariness before shutting her bedroom door behind herself, grinning. She was not looking forward to spending a week without Ichigo, but finally coming clean on Saturday was going to feel that much sweeter after spending some time apart. Absence made the heart grow fonder, right? And really, since they were going to spend a lifetime (or five) together, one week apart wasn’t going to be the end of the world. She knew it was all her idea but she still couldn’t help thinking her bed sure was cold and lonely without him. Tatsuki was still staring at Orihime’s door. “Uhh, Arisawa-san?” Mizuiro approached her carefully and jumped back in shock as she spun around quickly. “Did you hear what she said?” she hissed. “Yeah, but it’s not the end of the world, right?” Keigo said in an attempt to soothe her but only served to fire her up even more. “Not the end of the world?” she repeated and looked at him in disgust. “Ichigo broke up with her, and you don’t think that’s the end of the world?” “We don’t know that for sure,” Mizuiro tried to reason but she interrupted him. “A change in their relationship? And she comes home this early? In tears? And goes straight to bed?” “Okay, well, when you put it that way…” “I can’t believe Ichigo would do this!” Tatsuki spat out, beginning to pace restlessly. “That jerk, I’m gonna pound him so hard—” “That sounded kinda dirty,” Keigo whispered. “I don’t think that would be very constructive,” Mizuiro chimed in. “I think it would be more productive to talk to him rather than beat him to a pulp. Think about it. I’m sure if we spoke to him, he’d explain everything. And even if it were true, we could convince him to rethink. I mean, we all know they belong together.” “Fine.” Tatsuki abruptly stopped pacing. “You guys go to Ichigo right now and talk some sense into him!” and she practically pushed them out the door. “I call dibs on not talking to him,” Keigo declared on their way home. “What? That’s not fair!” “C’mon, Ichigo will take it easier on you than me, think about all the abuse I’ve had to endure over the years. I’ve even bought a cup to protect myself.” “That’s because you antagonise him. Besides, why do you think he’ll get violent?” “Seriously? Ichigo does not like to talk about his feelings to anyone besides Inoue-san, and we’re going out of our way to do it? Please, it’s going to get violent.” “He’ll just walk away if he doesn’t want to talk about it,” Mizuiro argued as they entered their apartment. “Hey, Ichigo, you here?” “What?” came the irritated reply from the couch. “Uhh, how was your night?” Keigo ventured closer cautiously, repeating the question Tatsuki had asked Orihime earlier that evening. “I don’t want to talk about it,” Ichigo muttered. “Well we do,” Mizuiro started and Keigo whispered agitatedly, “Wait, let me get my cup first!” Mizuiro elbowed him in the stomach before continuing, “We were over at Arisawa-san’s apartment tonight and Inoue-san came home, but she was quite… upset. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” Ichigo grunted in response. “Ichigo—” “I’m going to bed.” He stood abruptly and Keigo covered his groin out of reflex. “Ichigo,” Mizuiro said more firmly but Ichigo continued walking towards his bedroom. “Did you break up with her?” “What part,” Ichigo muttered through gritted teeth, “of ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ don’t you guys understand?” “Ichigo!” they both exclaimed but Ichigo simply slammed the door in response. After a moment’s silence, Keigo spoke. “I call dibs on not telling Arisawa.” Ichigo awoke the next morning in a much better mood than he’d gone to sleep in. He realised that Orihime was only doing this to have a little fun with their friends and not to upset him; that this was like her last hurrah before settling down with him. Not that she was going to play around with other guys, or even toy with their feelings; the mere idea was ludicrous because Orihime wasn’t that type of person. It might actually work out for the better, allowing them to get a little perspective on their relationship before spending the rest of their lives together. Not that he needed it; he knew how lucky he was to be with someone like her. He walked into the kitchen for breakfast and noticed that Keigo and Mizuiro were regarding him warily. “Morning…” they murmured. “Morning,” he replied cheerfully. “Sorry about last night, guys. I was just in a bad mood after what happened.” “Oh, yeah, that’s okay.” Mizuiro paused. “So what did happen last night?” “What did Orihime tell you?” Ichigo asked over his glass of orange juice, not wanting to contradict anything she might’ve said. “Just that you said you wanted a change in your relationship.” ‘Brilliant wording, Orihime,’ Ichigo thought. “Well, that’s true. I wanted a change.” He caught their shared look of concern and quickly hid his head in the fridge to hide his smirk. “Seriously, Ichigo? I mean, this is Inoue-san. She’s… Inoue-san, I don’t think you're going to find someone else out there better for you.” “Well, how do I know that? I’ve only ever been with her,” Ichigo reasoned. “B-But that’s one of the things that’s great about you guys!” Keigo argued. “Aren’t you even worried about how she’s taking it? I mean, she was crying. You know how important you are to her, right?” “Look, we needed a change, guys. You might not agree, but you weren’t in the relationship so you can’t know what’s going on, and you can’t know what direction we were heading in.” Ichigo—” “Just… just leave it, okay, guys? Believe me, I did the best thing for us,” Ichigo said, a note of finality in his voice. “Have you thought about how Arisawa-san is going to take this?” ‘Oh, crap.’ Ichigo almost slapped his forehead in realisation. ‘Tatsuki’s going to skin me alive!’ After Ichigo didn’t respond, Keigo patted him on the shoulder. “I have a cup if you want to borrow it.” “Somehow I don’t think a cup is going to help with whatever she’s going to do.” Ichigo had to agree. He hoped he made it to Saturday to tell everyone the good news. With a rabid Tatsuki on the loose, he wasn’t sure he would. Orihime had awoken that morning shivering. One night and she already missed Ichigo’s body heat! She was heading towards the shops with Tatsuki who had been walking on eggshells with her all morning, treating her like she was a bomb ready to explode, when Ichigo suddenly appeared before them, Keigo and Mizuiro in tow. “Orihime…” Tatsuki took her hand. “I’m fine,” she said quietly. “We should go say hello.” “I can punch him,” Tatsuki volunteered but the boys headed towards them before Orihime could give her consent. “Hey, Arisawa-san, Inoue-san,” Mizuiro greeted them, watching Ichigo out of the corner of his eye. In fact, all three of them were watching Ichigo and Orihime closely. He looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Hey, Tatsuki. Hey, Inoue.” Their jaws dropped. Orihime blinked. Inoue? “Hello, Kurosaki-kun,” she replied coldly. The name felt foreign on her tongue, she had not used it in so long. “I’m heading off,” he said shortly and, without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away. Orihime could feel all their eyes on her and barely heard their words of consolation. The coldness she had felt this morning was nothing compared to the chill suddenly going through her veins. She felt like she had been walking around in a fog that morning. Was Ichigo seriously mad at her? She was sure that he would treat this like a bit of fun as she was, but now… she wasn’t so sure. Had she really hurt his feelings last night? Surely not; she had accepted his proposal, after all. While Tatsuki was cooking lunch, Orihime texted Ichigo. Are you mad at me? She kept checking her phone during lunch. Under normal circumstances, Tatsuki would’ve yelled at her for being so distracted, but after the events of the last day, Tatsuki didn’t have the heart to. Ichigo always replied straight away, he always picked up her calls. After an hour, he had still not responded and she was ready to phone him and call the whole thing off when her phone beeped. She quickly muttered a feeble excuse to Tatsuki and, once she was in the safety of her room, she flicked her phone open. What’s wrong, Inoue-san? You can dish it, but can’t take it? Are you ready to call this thing off? I’ve got a ladder to shout from the rooftops and your ring in my drawer. Plus, you owe me the type of fun I wanted. She almost laughed in relief. He had not only come clean about joking, but he’d called her ‘Inoue-san’, something he only ever did when he was making fun of her. She quickly typed in her reply. As if, Kurosaki-kun. The only way I’ll call this off is if you beg, something you should practise, future husband, just so you know. Happy wife, happy life. He responded almost immediately. You think I’m going to be the one begging? Please, Inoue-san, you’ll be calling this thing off before the day is out. Don’t you remember that night a couple of months ago? I had you begging within five minutes. Get ready to lose, Kurosaki-kun. Game on, Inoue-san. Game on. “This is serious,” Ishida mused over his coffee. Chad nodded silently in agreement. “Gee, what gave you that idea?” Tatsuki asked sarcastically. “What are we going to do?” Keigo asked in a panic. “They’re seriously going to break up if we don’t do something!” “I tried talking to Ichigo,” Chad said, “but he just brushed me off.” “I asked Inoue-san if there was anything she wanted to talk about, but she acted like nothing was wrong,” Ishida added. “Wait, “ Tatsuki held up her hand. “She acted like nothing was wrong?” “She’s been upset every time we’ve seen her,” Mizuiro was thoughtful. “Maybe she’s come to terms with the fact that they’ve broken up?” Chad suggested but Tatsuki shook her head. “Orihime’s been in love with Ichigo for years, there’s no way she’d get over him in the space of a day, it’s impossible. Something else is up.” “Well, maybe she’s still upset but, y’know,” Keigo paused, “maybe it’s… that time of the month?” They all stared at him incredulously. “Or not…” he trailed off weakly. “Well, they’ve gone back to addressing each other the way they used to,” Mizuiro said sadly. “I think,” Tatsuki said pensively, “it’s time to call in the cavalry.” “Ichi-nii!” “Onii-chan!” “Hey Karin, Yuzu. How’ve you been?” Ichigo gave them both a quick hug before opening the fridge. He missed Yuzu’s cooking a lot, especially after comparing it to Orihime’s. He had gotten used to her more... eccentric flavours, but he sometimes craved some normality as well. “Good, but high school homework is hard!” “Do you need any help or anything?” he volunteered but both twins waved off his offer. “Nah, we’ll be okay. But why are you here, Ichi-nii?” “I felt like I hadn’t seen you guys in a while, so I dropped by to catch up,” Ichigo lied. Truth was he needed to get out of his apartment; he was sick and tired of all his friends trying to talk him into getting back together with Orihime. After Ishida tried to lecture him, he’d almost punched the guy in the face in frustration but restrained himself, knowing he was only pestering him because of his good intentions. All of them were. “How’s Orihime-chan?” Yuzu asked. Ichigo hesitated. “Uhh, she’s good, yeah.” “You don’t sound sure,” Karin observed. “Is something wrong with her?” “Uhh, we’ve been going through some… stuff lately, that’s all.” “Bad stuff?” Yuzu looked concerned. Ichigo didn’t want to lie to them so he grunted noncommittally. “Just… stuff.” “Wow, that explains everything, Ichi-nii,” Karin said derisively. “C’mon, onii-chan, you can tell us.” Yuzu poked him gently in the arm. “Well,” Ichigo said slowly, “all I can say is that there might be a new member of the Kurosaki family soon.” He let the sentence hang in the air for a moment before he changed the subject. “So, how’s Dad?” The twins shared a look before answering him, making small chit chat until they sent him home with some leftovers for dinner. After they waved Ichigo off, the twins waited for a total of five seconds before they freaked out. “What the hell did Ichi-nii mean?” Karin shook Yuzu by the shoulders. “A new member of the Kurosaki family? I think that only means one thing, Karin-chan!” The twins were nearly hysterical as they exclaimed in unison, “Orihime-chan is pregnant!” Orihime arrived home rather late that night. “Hey!” Tatsuki called. “Just in time, ready to eat?” “I’ve already eaten actually, sorry. I get peckish while I was shopping.” Orihime gestured towards her shopping bags. “What did you buy?” She waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, a little of this, a little of that.” “That’s nice and vague,” Tatsuki laughed. “C’mon, show me! Clothes? Jewellery?” “Some clothes. Something to make myself feel better,” Orihime pulled out a skimpy dark green basque, followed by matching garters and stockings. Tatsuki stared at the outfit blankly and Orihime looked a little disappointed. “You don’t like it?” “No, it’s nice, it suits you.” Tatsuki tried to give her a reassuring smile but it faded as Orihime studied the outfit. “I just thought it would be nice to have now that, well, you know...” Orihime trailed off vaguely. “Guys like this kind of stuff, right?” Tatsuki blinked. “Oh, yeah, definitely. I mean, as long as they’re straight, anyway.” “Okay, good! I’m glad I bought it, then. I’m sure I’ll definitely get to wear it soon.” She winked at Tatsuki and she fought to hide a smile as she watched her best friend’s mouth drop open. “I’m gonna change and get some studying done. I’ll talk to you later, Tatsuki-chan!” She shut her bedroom door, leaving a confused Tatsuki in her wake. A small part of her felt a bit cruel messing with her best friend, but she decided it would all be worth it when she and Ichigo spilled the beans and shared their brilliant news on Saturday. Besides, it wasn’t like she and Ichigo were having an easy time pretending to have broken up. Although, she thought cheekily as she changed into her new outfit and opened the camera on her phone, she could still mess around with his head. It might’ve been a different kind of fun to the one she was used to having with Ichigo, but it was just as enjoyable. Well, almost, anyway. Ichigo stared blankly at his phone screen. It really didn’t matter how long they had been together, seeing Orihime’s perfect alabaster skin always did something to him. Especially when it was covered in lace. And silk. And holy shit, she looked amazing in knee-high stockings. He was content to stare at the image of his gorgeous fiancée in sexy lingerie draped seductively across her bed all night, especially since he wouldn’t be seeing her like that until the weekend, but his phone vibrated as he received a second message from her. ‘Please, please, let it be another sexy picture.’ Ichigo was disappointed to see that Orihime hadn’t decided to have mercy on him by flooding his inbox with sexy images of herself. I hope this serves as ample incentive for you to practise your begging skills, Kurosaki-kun. Ichigo groaned. She just had to use the word ‘ample’, didn’t she? Oh, yes, it was definitely ample incentive, his eyes focusing on a particular part of her anatomy that was practically bursting out of her sexy attire. It took a great deal of restraint and effort before he could calmly type out his reply. Better luck next time, Inoue-san. It’ll take more than that to break me. He only had to wait two minutes for her response, another text message with an image attachment. More, Kurosaki-kun? Or less? He hadn’t sufficiently recovered from the first picture to handle her second: she had unlaced the bodice on the basque, providing him with an even better view of her bust, and struck an even sexier pose. He hadn’t thought it was possible, but she had truly outdone herself. Fuck, this was really going to be a long week. “I call to order this emergency meeting!” Tatsuki knocked smartly on the wooden dining table, glancing around the room to ensure she had everyone’s full attention. The past few days had been beyond bizarre for everyone. Watching Ichigo and Orihime revert to a stage in their friendship where… well, to be honest, Ichigo and Orihime had never treated each other the way they were at the moment. Not only had they returned to using each other’s surnames, they practically ignored one another. According to the boys, Ichigo had apparently flat out refused to go to dinner one night because he ‘couldn’t stand to be near Inoue’. Desperate times called for desperate measures. “Is this about Ichi-nii?” Karin asked, noticing her brother and Orihime’s absence. “Yes, specifically about what’s been happening between him and Orihime.” Tatsuki began to sit, but stopped at the squeal from Yuzu. “Oh, isn’t it fantastic news?” Yuzu clasped her hands together in pure delight while Karin nodded along enthusiastically. “I’m so excited!” “No one could be more thrilled than I!” boomed Isshin gleefully. Tatsuki, Ishida, Chad, Mizuiro and Keigo looked at the Kurosaki family as if they turned into Hollows: in abject shock and horror. “You’re happy about what’s happening?” Tatsuki asked incredulously. Isshin couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “Well, why wouldn’t we be?” “I-I thought you liked Orihime!” “Of course I do! I love her, she’s perfect for Ichigo!” “I’m so confused,” Keigo whispered to Mizuiro. “For once,” his friend responded, “you’re not the only one.” “What are we discussing?” Yuzu did not seem to notice the confusion radiating from her brother’s friends. “Are we talking about what present we should get for them?” “A present?” they chorused in unison. Ichigo had always told them how wacky his family were; his friends were finally starting to understand what he’d been talking about all these years. “Well, isn’t that normal?” Karin chimed in. “I have never heard of a breaking-up-present tradition before,” muttered Ishida. Suddenly, the grins disappeared from the faces of all members of the Kurosaki family. “A what present?” “A present after a couple has broken up? The mere notion of it is ridiculous to me,” Ishida stated, adjusting his glasses. “Broken up? Who’s broken up?” Yuzu gasped. “You think Onii-chan and Orihime-chan have? They haven’t broken up, they—” “They have!” Keigo interjected. “They had a fight last Saturday night and they’ve barely spoken all week! It’s why we wanted to see you; you’re Ichigo’s family, we thought for sure you’d want to help us get them back together!” “But you seem to be thrilled about it,” Tatsuki couldn’t keep the confusion out of her voice, “and you’re talking about buying them presents…” Karin stood up. “They haven’t broken up! Orihime-chan is pregnant!” Dead silence. “WHAT???” She could feel all the boys’ eyes on her as she stomped home. “Arisawa-san,” Mizuiro said slowly, “I can understand why you’re angry, but maybe we should—” “ANGRY?” Tatsuki whipped her head around and all the boys reflexively took two steps back. “I’m not angry, I’m livid! The nerve of that… that…” she searched for a word that was vicious enough to sum up how she was feeling. “Bastard?” Keigo suggested. “BASTARD!” Tatsuki nodded vehemently in agreement. “I cannot believe Ichigo would knock Orihime up and then dump her like a tonne of bricks. I mean, can you?” “No, I can’t,” Mizuiro said calmly, “which is why I think we should handle this delicately. It’s possible that Ichigo has some reason for his behaviour—” “No reason is good enough,” Tatsuki spat. “I concur,” Ishida nodded. “Well, no, I don’t think so, either,” Mizuiro conceded, “but we should at least give him a chance to explain himself before we tear him apart.” “Maybe he didn’t know she was pregnant,” Keigo proposed. “‘There might be a new member of the Kurosaki family soon’, that’s what the twins said he said, so he has to know.” “Oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot.” Keigo scratched his head awkwardly as the group realised they had reached Tatsuki and Orihime’s apartment. “Why don’t you try talking to Inoue-san about it?” Ishida suggested. “Fine,” Tatsuki huffed. “But there is one thing I promise you: if it’s all true, there’s no way in hell that baby is going to have Kurosaki as their last name!” The boys watched as she stalked up the stairs and heard the door slam shut behind her once she’d reached her apartment. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared for Ichigo’s life than I am right now,” Keigo muttered. The others quietly agreed. Orihime heard the front door open and shut rather violently. She waited anxiously as loud and heavy footsteps quickly approached her door before there was a long pause and, finally, three soft knocks on her door. “C-Come in!” she called. Given her entrance into their apartment, the sight of a timid Tatsuki at her door was jarring. “Are you feeling okay, Tatsuki-chan? You came in so energetically and now you’re so quiet!” Tatsuki’s eye twitched. “I was angry when I came in, but I don’t want to take it out on you.” “… You’re not angry with me, are you?” “Of course not! To be honest, though, I’m about ready to castrate Ichigo.” Orihime’s eyes widened in alarm at the idea of castration. “Whatever Ichi—, I mean, Kurosaki-kun did, I’m sure he didn’t mean it—!” “Oh, yes, he did!” Tatsuki closed the distance between herself and Orihime with three long strides across the room and glared sharply at her best friend. “I don’t want you to lie to me anymore, Orihime. Is there something about you and Ichigo that you’re hiding from me? From all of us?” Tatsuki watched with narrowed eyes as Orihime cast her eyes downwards, staring at the material of her singlet over her taut stomach before flattening it with both of her hands in a nervous gesture. “I-I can’t think of anything,” Orihime whispered. Tatsuki ground her teeth, she was so frustrated that could scream. Wasn’t she the one Orihime always talked to about huge events in her life? Why was she blatantly lying to her now? Ichigo. It all came down to that stupid boy, the one who had broken Orihime’s heart and walked away. Not to mention the fact that he had also left her saddled with a life-long responsibility for her to deal with all alone! “You’re lying, Orihime,” Tatsuki hissed once she had calmed down slightly. “I know you are. We spoke to Karin and Yuzu and they said Ichigo had told them that there was going to be a new member of the Kurosaki family soon.” Orihime’s head shot up, eyes wide. “So it’s true? You’re…” Tatsuki could bring herself to say the word. ‘Oh well, it was fun while it lasted,’ Orihime thought. Her little prank was over, although, to be completely honest with herself, she was quite relieved. She couldn’t wait until she could finally spend some time with her fiancée. She smiled at the thought. ‘Fiancée. Ichigo is my fiancée.’ “Y-Yes, it’s true,” she finally whispered, her smile still firmly in place. Surprisingly, Tatsuki didn’t hug her or shout for joy. She spun around hastily and stalked out of the room towards the front door. “T-Tatsuki-chan? Where are you going?” “TO CASTRATE ICHIGO!” Tatsuki roared over her shoulder. Orihime stumbled, practically tripping over herself to chase after her. “What? Why? You can’t! If you do, then we can’t—” Orihime stopped. The end of that sentence was a little embarrassing to be shouting out loud. “You can’t what? Make more little babies to add to the Kurosaki family?” ‘More babies? What was Tatsuki-chan going on about?’ While giving chase, Orihime thought about the past few days from her best friend’s perspective. She had come home in tears and been practically ignoring her boyfriend and he had been doing the same. That was according to the plan to make it look like they had broken up. But if Ichigo had said what she said he said to his sisters, and it looked like he and Orihime had broken up, then that would mean Tatsuki would think… Uh oh. Ichigo was reclining lazily across the couch when Mizuiro and Keigo returned home. Little did he know hell was about to rain down on him in the form of an infuriated Arisawa Tatsuki. “Ichigo,” Mizuiro said seriously, his tone enough to make Ichigo crack an eye open. “We need to talk. Right now.” “And don’t lie. Your life could depend on it,” Keigo added. Ichigo rolled his eyes. “My life? What the hell are you guys on about?” “We just spoke to your family about something you said to them, about you and Inoue-san. Something about there being a new member of the Kurosaki family?” At Mizuiro’s words, Ichigo slowly sat himself up. “Uhh, yeah, I said that,” he admitted, still unsure about where the conversation was going. “So what?” “What did you mean by that?” the boys asked in unison. “What did I mean? What does it sound like I meant?” But Ichigo never found out what they thought he meant. The front door to their apartment was thrown off its hinges when a fuming Arisawa Tatsuki burst through the doorway, a panicky Inoue Orihime close behind, still trying to talk some sense into her. Her frenzied eyes scanned the apartment before finally finding the flabbergasted form of Kurosaki Ichigo. “Tatsuki, what the hell do you think—” And suddenly she was on him. She almost flew across the room, propelled by her outrage, until she kneed him in the stomach and punched him in the face. “Me? ME? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” “TATSUKI-CHAN!” Orihime’s desperate cry fell on deaf ears. She was almost sobbing, her hands frantically trying to stop her best friend from killing her fiancée. “What? Tatsu—” Ichigo couldn’t finish his sentence as Tatsuki kneed him again. Except her knee connected with something far more delicate than his stomach. “Ooooh,” Mizuiro and Keigo winced. “Tatsuki-chan, please, please, you have to stop,” Orihime begged. “There’s been a huge misunderstand—” “What’s going on here?” Karin’s voice called clearly from the open doorway, her eyes taking in the broken door and the scuffle in the living room. Her sister and father stood directly behind her, Ishida and Chad behind them. The sudden fluctuation in Orihime and Ichigo’s reiatsu had them fearing the worst and, as they watched the violent scene before them unfold, they realised the sense of trepidation they felt was definitely justified. “Onii-chan! Are you okay?” Yuzu began to hurry over to her brother who was currently doubled over on the carpet, when her father’s arm blocked her path. “Dad, what are you—?” “You’ll just get hurt yourself if you go in, I don’t think Tatsuki-chan is in a very reasonable mood at the moment.” “Oji-san?” Isshin turned around to face Rukia and Renji, both of whom were looking completely surprised to see him there. “What are you doing here?” “Rukia-chan! You’re here early! Oh, umm, there’s a bit of drama here at the moment. Best to stay out of the way,” he recommended as the two shinigami craned their necks to see the scene inside. “What did Ichigo do to get Arisawa so upset?” Renji asked, trying to hold back his laughter. “He got Orihime-chan pregnant!” Isshin failed in hiding his delight. “HE WHAT???” “I WHAT?” Ichigo gasped from the floor. Tatsuki heaved Ichigo up by the collar of his shirt and he winced, preparing himself for another attack. Then Tatsuki felt Orihime suddenly release her arm and she turned to see her dash into Ichigo’s room. “Orihime! Where are you going?” Orihime didn’t have the time or energy left to reply. Half blinded by her tears, Orihime rummaged through Ichigo’s dresser drawer before her hand closed around a velvet box. Flicking it open, she retrieved the diamond ring from inside and quickly slipped it onto her left ring finger. She hurried back out and held her hand up for all to see. “I’m the new member of the Kurosaki family! We just… we wanted to tell you altogether... to surprise you!” There was silence in the room except for Orihime’s sobs. Tatsuki’s grasp relaxed, releasing Ichigo’s shirt and allowing him to crumple into a heap on the floor. “Surprise,” he moaned weakly. “Kanpai!” Once the air had been cleared and the true story revealed, the Kurosaki family’s delight was unanimously felt by all. Tatsuki also felt a sense of relief knowing that her best friend wasn’t pregnant and that she wasn’t going to have to raise a baby on her own. It was hard to compete with Ichigo’s relief from being spared a castration by her hands, though. Orihime was in no doubt that she would’ve gone through with it if she could’ve. “Why did you guys pretend to break up, though?” Keigo asked curiously. “Couldn’t you just have not told us and acted normally so we wouldn’t freak out?” “But where would be the fun in that?” Orihime winked. “Speaking of fun,” Isshin chimed in, “I daresay these two are overdue for some!” A pregnant pause, then, “EWWWWW!” everyone chorused. “Dad, did you really have to say that?” Ichigo sighed as Orihime laughed into his shoulder. “Don’t say you weren’t thinking the same thing, son!” Isshin waggled his finger at his son accusingly. “Nor you, Orihime-chan!” Orihime’s mouth dropped open in shock as all attention was now focused on her. “If my son has inherited my talents, I’d say the act of love-making is enjoyable for you, too!” Both of them were beet red, Orihime from embarrassment, Ichigo from suppressed anger. “Okay, that’s it! OUT!” Although Ichigo was only talking to his father, everyone else stood from their seats and hurried to escape the apartment through the newly repaired door. Ichigo slammed the door shut behind them, but could still hear his father call, “I’m looking forward to even more members of the Kurosaki family!” Ichigo groaned and thumped his head against the door. Orihime’s arms snaked around his torso and her lips pressed against the back of his neck tenderly. “Are you still hurt anywhere?” she hummed. “Does my pride count?” Her body vibrated with laughter and he admitted easily, “I missed you.” He felt her smile against his skin. “I missed you, too,” she murmured. He gently grasped her fingers in his and whirled himself around, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers. “Can I finally shout from the rooftops that you’re off the market?” “You could,” she smiled prettily, “oooor…” she tugged on his hands, pulling him towards his bedroom and he smirked, “we could have some fun first.” “Fun,” he grinned cheekily. “Fun first sounds good.”

#happy ichihime day! on this day five years ago we became CANON BITCHES #bleach #ichihime #kurosaki ichigo #inoue orihime #fanfiction #my:fic #my:creations #sorry i cbb tagging the fifty thousand other characters in this story haha

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reidsconverse · 3 years

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matchmaker • spencer reid

Spencer X Fem!reader

Warnings: None!

Based on this request: Omg blurb where the team is having a night out and the girls and the guys are separated at the bar hanging out and all the girls are talking about who the hottest guy is and everyone says Derek and reader says she thinks spencer is hotter and everyone is kinda shocked and then Penelope tells him/tries to get them together?? (sorry its almost a month late anon)

“Oh my god, look at him go.” Garcia said, pointing at Derek who was currently in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by girls. This came as no surprise to any of you, he was known for his good looks and charming personality, both of those combined made him a catch to most girls.

“God, theres a reason he’s the most attractive guy on the team. Oh look at him move!” She squealed which made you giggle. Yeah, Miss Penelope Garcia was most definitely drunk.

“Hey,” Emily said in disagreement, she was equally as drunk which led to her having even less filter than normal, “Hotch is up there, something about how he’s always so tense just does it for me. I just wanna hold him down, loosen him up and show him who’s actually in charge, y’know.”

JJ groaned in disgust, not wanting to think of her superior in that way, “Ok Emily, time to slow down.” Her mom side coming out as she slyly replaces Emilys vodka with some water.

“What about you Y/N? Derek or Hotch... ooo what about Papa Rossi...? Garcia asked animatedly, wiggling her eyebrows and laughing at her addition of the older man who honestly, you viewed as a father.

“First of all, please never say that again. Secondly, none of them.” You said, taking a sip of your drink, now you certainly weren’t sober, but you also weren’t the drunk enough to reveal your secret crush... or so you thought.

“Oh come on,” JJ spoke up, “you’re telling me you find neither of them attractive.”

“No Jennifer, I just don’t think they’re the most attractive...” You said, a slight smile on your face.

Emily adorably scrunched up her face in confusion before it hit her. “No way... Dr Genius, really?” She didnt mean it in a bad way, you had just never outwardly expressed anything but a friendly interest in the doctor.

You felt the 3 girls stares boring into you and you caved. “Ok Ok, yes personally its Spencer. I’ve liked him since I first started but he would never be interested in me so lets not discuss it”

Penelope’s face lit up at your confession, completely ignoring your request. “Ooooo y/n, oh you have to tell him, oh you’d be so cute together.” Her voice was progressively getting louder and you didnt wanna risk anyone overhearing.

“Pen, seriously, he wouldn’t be interested, I mean he can do so much bett-“ You started, before you were cut off by Penelope.

“Dont be ridiculous, have you seen the way that boy looks at you, he’s totally into you.” She said, and before you could realise what was happening, she was calling him over.

“Penelope no what are you do-,” You began to protest but stopping when he approached the table. “Hey Spence.” You waved up at him, earning a smile in return.

“Hey! What’s up?” He asked.

“Reid, JJ was just about leave and she’s mine and Emily’s ride so I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind keeping our good friend Y/N here company” She said, slightly slurring her words and smiling as she looked back and forth between you and him. Oh my god you were gonna kill her.

“Uhh, sure yeah I have to wait for Derek anyway, I promised to drive him home.” He said, nodding towards the man in the middle of the dancefloor, clearly too drunk to be driving himself.

Penelope glanced at the other two girls, who quickly began gathering their things in order to leave. She placed a hand on Reids shoulder and smiled at him. “You, Spencer Reid, are a good friend.” She said before leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Maybe even boyfriend.”

She pulled away before you could say anything back, giggling to herself before wishing us goodbye and joining Emily and JJ by the door.

You watched them leave, as Spencer took a seat next to you, “Sooo... how’s your thesis going?” He asked, genuinely interested in your work which made you smile, Penny was right about one thing, he was a really good friend.

“Uhh its ok, research is a killer and I kinda hit a dead end but i’m getting back into it.” You replied, and he nodded. It was quiet for a second as you fiddled with your glass.

“I-“ “So-“ You both said at the same time, making you laugh nervously.

“You first.” You offered, and he nodded. He also seemed nervous about what he was gonna say which made you curious.

“I- uh, I kinda overheard your conversation earlier...” He said, and your smile instantly dropped, and you could feel your stomach churning. He knew your secret, he knew that you liked him.

“Oh my god, Spencer i’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You said, about to begin a rambling of apologies when he quickly cuts you off.

“No! No you didn’t. I just, it was unexpected. Why would you think I wouldn’t be interested?” He asked, head tilting to the side as he looked you like a small confused puppy.

You looked down at your glass and sighed, “C’mon Spence, you’re you...” His confused silence made you elaborate, “You’re amazing Spencer, you’re kind, smart, funny and... and frankly you’re incredibly attractive. You’re way out of my league.”

You looked up when you felt his hand gently graze yours, Spencers aversion to touch was well known by everyone at the fbi, so this physical...almost intimate contact came as surprise.

“I- I’m not good at this,” He stuttered and it was your turn to be confused but luckily he continued. “I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love you from the first day we met and... I know that might be ridiculous to say because we havent spent much time together and love at first sight isn’t that common, actually a study showed that-“

Whilst you normally loved to listen to your favourite genius ramble on about facts and figures, right now all you wanted was to tell him you loved him too, honestly it felt like a pinch me moment and if it weren’t for the warmth of his hand against yours, you would’ve thought it was a dream.

“Spencer,” You looked up at him and smiled, gently squeezing the hand that was holding yours as reassurance... to tell him it was real, “I love you too.”

He slowly leaned in, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes silently asking if it was ok to kiss you and you didn’t hesitate to pull him forward and do what you had been waiting forever to do, your lips moulding together perfectly as if they were built for each other.

Little did you know that Derek was filming the whole thing to send to Garcia, who no doubt would not stop talking about what a matchmaker she is, and truthfully shes a damn good one.

#3 posts in one day???#my hotchniss heart won this one sorry#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #mgg #mgg x reader #mgg fluff #criminal minds #my works!

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a-valorant-effort · 2 years

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Noura time noura time

Agent pick line- “Can’t hide from me, I see everything.”

Biography- Half Moroccan half Egyptian, Noura is a force of nature with an electric personality. Noura makes an excellent scout and can map out territories fast, giving her team a strategic advantage.

Start of match conversations -

Cypher: What have you been learning all these years my little star?

Noura: I was looking for you, I just... happened to find some things along the way.

Sova: How much of your fathers secrets do you know? Asking for a friend...

Noura: Sometimes, I wonder if I even found the right man.

Jett: Noura. Race me. I’ll show you I’m faster.

Noura: Oh! Sure! That sounds like fun!!

Jett: What? No! It’s not supposed to be fun! It’s a competition! Y-You know what forget it. I know I’m faster anyway.

Reyna: I know what it’s like to lose familia. Lets avenge them together.

Noura: Thanks. But vengeance doesn’t bring my mother back. I do this simply because I have to.

Generic round start -

We are quite the shockers aren’t we? No? Bad joke?

This is awesome, everyone’s together working for the common good. Just as it should be.

(Ally Cypher) Ready for some research, baba?

(Enemy Kay/O) I don’t really like that Kay/O guy. Every time he uses that suppressor I get a weird feeling in my stomach. Is that just me?

(Enemy Noura) Oh wow! That’s me over there! I wonder if she wants to get lunch later, oh wait, I have to kill her.

(Enemy Cypher) I will not hesitate to kill their Cypher. My father has done things he must pay for.

I know all your hiding spots, baba. This won’t take long.

(Enemy Jett) Sorry Jett, looks like there’s a new fast girl in town.

(Attackers/defenders doing well) Ha! Wow, guess I’ve got the right team after all!

(Defenders doing well, Ally Cypher) Y’know, I guess good defense runs in the family)

(Enemy Sage/Skye/Aurora) Wow that healing is… annoying. Like, really annoying.

Last round in the half -

Spend like it’s the end of the world! Cause it just might be.

Call For Spike-

Wait— was I supposed to grab the spike?

Uhh, where’s the spike?

Before the barrier drops -

Shoot for the stars!

Look out for each other, yeah?

(Ally Phoenix) Ready to burn, Phoenix?

(Enemy Cypher) Your time is up, Cypher.

(Attackers/defenders doing poorly) They’re in for a surprise.

(Defenders doing poorly) I’ll keep them out.

(Attackers doing poorly) We can overcome this. Just keep your heads up.

(Tie) I’ll break the balance.

Kill -

Enemy down!

Another one bites the dust!

Gotcha!

Outta here!

(Noura) Sorry Noura!

(Cypher) Rest, baba.

No more running.

I’m not like you.

(Sage) Never really liked the doctor.

(Sova) Sova down.

(Reyna) Animal

(Raze) Peace and quiet.

(Aurora) Sorry Ms. Aurora!

(Brimstone) Sorry cap!

(Omen) *mockingly* look behind you!

(Yoru) Nowhere left to hide!

(Viper) I HATE snakes!

(Breach) Easy big guy!

(Jett) Barely felt a breeze!

(Killjoy) Didn’t predict that did ya?

(Skye) Killed Skye

(Chamber) Pssh, rich people.

Headshot -

Headshot!

Dink!

On the nose!

Knife Kill-

Shocker!

You like it close and personal, yeah?

I’ve got more tricks than that, haha.

ACE -

How’s that for a shocking result!?

I’m not even tired yet!

Well I can’t take all the credit, wait, yes I can.

Final kill -

No point in running, everyone’s already dead!

Okay, that’s all of em, I think? I don’t know it’s hard to keep track.

(MVP) Come on! Everyone was counting on you!

Diffusing -

(Interrupted) I’m TRYING to focus here.

(Potentially out of time) Ugh, why is this taking so long?

(Safely diffused) Okay, you can let go of your breath now.

Clutch -

What a rush!!!! Woohoo!!

Haha! They thought they could get the jump on me?!

All thrill. No stress.

Oh god that was stressful. I-I mean uh, easy. Too easy.

Barley survived -

I’m coming home, mama.

Flawless -

Man, you guys could do this without me.

Thrifty -

I came from the bottom, do you know what that’s like?

Commendments after clutch -

(Cypher) لا أحد لديه فرصة ضد أبي! (No one stands a chance against my father)

(Yoru) It’s like watching a ghost... Yoru you’re something else!

(Breach) Hmm. Maybe the big man is good for something after all!

(Killjoy) A brilliant mind with a brilliant plan! Well done Killjoy!

(Raze) Loud and proud! Keep it going Raze!

Ally voicelines

Commendment after clutch -

(Cypher) ستكون والدتك فخورة لأنني أعلم أنني كذلك (Your mother would be proud, I know I am.)

(Jett) Hm, okay Noura. You’re pretty fast. Not as fast as me though.

(Omen) Your fury makes you strong Noura, and by the looks of it, you’re seething.

(Breach) Looks like our little spitfire’s got some fancy skills. Maybe you’re alright Noura.

Pregame enemy Noura -

(Cypher) My daughter, I am sorry it has come to this. I should have been there for you, and your mother.

(Phoenix) That Noura girl is all flash, no substance. I’ve got flash, and substance.

(Breach) I don’t trust anything that has to do with Cypher, I’m sure the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

(Jett) You can’t outrun me Noura. I was here first.

(Astra) They’ve got a little spitfire in their hands! Whoo! Let’s keep her down.

(Sova) Keep an eye on their Noura, her shocks greatly overpower mine.

(Omen) Noura. A child cursed with a horrible fate. I’m sorry it has to be this way.

Upon eliminating enemy Noura -

(Cypher) أنا آسف (I’m sorry)

Forgive me, Anya.

(Jett) Guess we know who’s better!

I knew I was faster than you!

(Skye) Noura’s out!

(Sova) The storm has passed

(Breach) Power’s out!

(Astra) Later lightning bug!

(Brimstone) Not a chance, Noura.

(Killjoy) Shocking result!

(Phoenix) No more Noura.

(Raze) Cut the power!

(Reyna) Where’s your papa now?

(Kay/O) No more system shocks

(Sage) Poor girl.

(Viper) You’re just like your father.

(Yoru) Just sit still!

(Chamber) Child.

#valorant #valorant oc #valorant noura #cass and their bullshit

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smellsfaintlyofvanilla · 3 years

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ahh i apologize in advance, but about the request i sent about annie’s s/o (reader) being a goddess, can i add on? basically everyone views her as a goddess, and one day, connie (or whoever) gets injured and reader rips their clothing to bandage his wound. everyone else starts saying things like “hey y/n i got injured too y’know” haha tysm <3

I think I got a little carried away from the original prompt haha... I do that a lot though if I’m being honest.

Also, sorry this took so long, Tumblr literally just deleted everything halfway through >:/

Flirting

(Annie Leonhart x Reader)

AU: Canon

Warnings: Minor injury

Category: Fluff

Summary: Annie’s s/o happens to be particularly admired by many of the 104th, and, while everyone is fighting in the battle of Trost, Annie gets a little jealous.

Words: 2.4K

It happened out of nowhere.

The colossal titan towered over the wall once again, appearing with a bolt of foreboding lightning.

The force of it sent you and the other cadets of the 104th flying helplessly off of the wall, and you could do nothing but gaze on in horror as it kicked a wide hole in the gate, and titans slowly started to pour in.

You and the other cadets were quick to action, considering you were already there to begin with. Your main priority was to escort all the civilians safely into Wall Maria, and slay any titans that got in the way.

“This has gone pretty smoothly, all things considered.” You sighed, turning to face your girlfriend Annie as you both flew through the air in sync using your ODM gear.

“I suppose, but I can’t really see this having a good outcome. After all, so many have already gotten into the walls, and we can only save so many civilians. Plus, we don’t have any means to plug that giant hole back there.” She stated bluntly. You sighed again. You knew she was right, the Trost district was as good as lost already--it was that way as soon as the gate was destroyed--but you still clung onto the hope of saving as many innocent people as possible.

You released the trigger on your blade, and the grapple of your ODM gear retreated into your side. You enjoyed the unrestrained air time for a quick moment, before pointing your blade at a nearby building, pulling the trigger and launching the grapple into the brick sides, using up a fair amount of gas to keep up your quick, but steady momentum.

“Still, I’m glad we’ve kept casualties to a min-” You had no time to finish your sentence before you felt a sharp yank on your waist, and you yelped as you were sent tumbling through the air and into the ground with a thud.

You regained your bearings quickly, and you looked behind you to see what had yanked you out of the air so unceremoniously, but your eyes widened in horror as your eyes slowly processed the scene in front of you.

A titan—at least 15 meters tall—stood there with a wide, eerie grin as it held onto the iron wire of your ODM gear. You gripped the wire tightly, pulling desperately on the only thing tethering you to the bloodthirsty monster behind you.

It was all in vain, however, and you gulped back a scream as the titan started to pull on the wire, dragging you backwards against the stone beneath you and into it’s outstretched palm, having full intention of grabbing you the second you were within reach.

You winced in pain as the harsh friction against the stone started to tear up the fabric of the shirt, and eventually, your skin, leaving a small trail of blood behind you as the distance between you and the monster grew shorter and shorter.

You gazed back in horror to the road in front of you where you and Annie had been swinging so nonchalantly through the air mere moments ago. Your panicked eyes finally landed on the blonde, who had quickly turned around, and was now flying towards you at an inhuman speed. Once she got closer, you were able to see her face, which was painted in panic and desperation as she steadily zipped her way towards you.

The sight of her coming to rescue you brought you a little relief amidst your panic. There was no doubt she would be able to save you—after all, she is one of the most talented soldiers in the 104th Cadet Corps. Thank god I have such an amazing girlfriend... You thought.

You were dragged out of your thoughts, however, as you felt a tight squeeze on your torso. You looked up in horror as the situation suddenly sunk in.

The titan had you securely in it’s fist, and was bringing you to it’s open mouth with the same wide, murderous grin.

And, as you turned back to face Annie, a realization hit you.

She wasn’t going to be able to make it in time.

“ANNIE!!” You suddenly screamed out, reaching out to her with your free arm in a useless attempt to reach her, and tears started to run down your cheeks as you feared for your life.

Annie did the same thing, reaching her arm out as she tried frantically to reach you, screaming out your name desperately.

You squeezed your eyes, bracing yourself to be mercilessly bit in half by the monster. Suddenly, a quick slash sound could be heard from behind you, and the titan’s grip on your torso slacked, and you fell to the ground limply.

Your eyes peeled open and you gasped at the sight in front of you. Someone slashed it’s neck...!

You weren’t given any chance to rest, however, as the titan’s limp body started to fall in your direction. You were frozen in fear as it’s shadow loomed over you, and it’s large body threatened to crush you in a moment’s notice.

However, a pair of arms--human ones, thank god--wrapped themselves around your torso, and you heard the familiar buzz of the grapple hook, before you felt yourself whizzing through the air, and landing clumsily on a nearby rooftop with a groan.

You opened your eyes painfully, and found yourself tucked into someone’s chest, their arms wrapped protectively around your injured body. You lifted your head and immediately recognized the face before you.

“Mikasa!” You gasped out, and she looked back down at you with a worried expression.

“Are you okay?!” She kept her tight grip on your body, holding you close with a worried look on your face.

You heard quick footsteps approach you from the side, and you turned to see Sasha running across the rooftop towards you and Mikasa, her blades stained with titan blood, leaving a trail of steam in her wake.

“You guys saved me! Thank you!” You buried your head back in Mikasa’s chest as you hugged her tightly, the terror not quite having left your body yet.

“Ah- Y/n...” A pink blush started spread across her cheeks, flustered at such close contact with you.

“Y/N!” A voice called from the other side, and you immediately recognized the voice as Annie’s.

You pulled away from Mikasa and ran towards your girlfriend, tackling her into a hug with so much force that she nearly toppled over. Once she regained her footing, she returned the hug, wrapping her arms tightly around you and planting a kiss to the top of your head, and you swear you could hear her quietly sobbing.

Sounds of ODM gear filled your ears, and you assumed from the comfort of Annie’s chest that more soldiers had arrived.

After a small *ahem* from Mikasa, you pulled away from Annie, and she wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

“Don’t scare me like that...” She choked out weakly. “I thought something bad was gonna happen...” She blushed a little bit, clearly not used to admitting her affections so openly as she is now.

You only giggled at that, before responding. “Don’t be silly Annie, I would never die on you.” You offered her a sweet smile, reassuring her and helping her regain her composure.

“Right...” She straightened up, smiling softly. “Of course...”

You enjoyed the tender silence before a voice spoke up from behind you.

“Uhh... Y/n...” A soothing, deep voice spoke up, and you turned to look at the source. It was the tall, black-haired male, Bertholdt, who you had come to know quite well through Annie. He had averted his gaze from you, a pink tint on his cheeks.

You glanced around to scan the faces of the soldiers now lining the rooftop. There was Annie, Mikasa, Sasha, and Annie of course, but Reiner, Connie, Jean, Ymir, and Historia were also present. You noticed that, strangely, nearly everyone had the same pink blush as Bertholdt. You were extremely confused for a moment, before Bertholdt finished his sentence. “Your shirt...”

You glanced down at your shirt in confusion, but you immediately blushed in embarrassment at the sight.

During your run-in with the titan, while it was dragging you across the stone, it had torn up your shirt quite a lot, leaving a good portion of your back and midsection exposed.

You flustered up at the sight. “O-Oh... I didn’t notice that...” You stuttered out. Almost everyone had averted their eyes courteously, but a few, namely Reiner and Ymir, kept their gazes more or less... fixed on you.

Annie, despite having the biggest blush out of everyone, was the first to offer any help at all. She was clearly dissatisfied with the... attention... you were getting, and jealousy filled her head.

“Here.” She muttered, sliding her hoodie over her shoulders quickly and handing it to you in a bundle. “Put this on. Now.” Her voice spoke with jealous persistence, but at the same time, it wavered with fluster.

“U-Uhh... Yeah...” You graciously took the hoodie from Annie, and slid it over your torn clothing. You let out a sigh in relief at not only the warmth of the hoodie, but also the cover it offered.

“Dammit...” Reiner muttered quietly, and it seems Annie and Bertholdt were the only ones to hear. “Too bad Annie had that hoodie with her... It would’ve been better without it.” He chuckled.

Annie marched over to Reiner with a deadly stare, and his face dropped as he realized that Annie had heard him.

Once she reached him, she said no words as she delivered a powerful kick to the back of his legs, causing him to keel over and tumble off of the roof, catching himself on the side of the building with his ODM gear. Annie only raised an eyebrow at him before turning back to where she was standing moments ago, next to you.

As soon as she stopped walking, you turned to look at her curiously.

“Annie? What was that about?” You questioned.

“Nothing.” She muttered, looking straight ahead with an extremely unamused look. “Just dealing with the pervert.”

After a minute of comfortable silence mixed with light chatter, Mikasa cleared her throat and spoke up.

“Everyone!” She yelled, pointing her sword up into the air to signify a command. “The supply room has been overrun. I’m heading there now to save the resupply team and stock up. If you’re wise, you will follow me.” She announced before getting a running head-start, and launching herself off of the rooftop with her ODM gear.

“Right.” Reiner muttered, climbing his way back up onto the building, before punching Bertholdt lightly in the shoulder. “Bertholdt, let’s go.” The tall boy nodded, before following the blonde man.

“You heard her, Y/n.” Annie spoke. “Let’s get going.”

You gave her an encouraging smile. “Right, let’s go!” You said triumphantly, stretching your arms above your head. Pain quickly shot up your back at this, and you hunched over as you whimpered quietly, trying not to make a big deal of your injury.

It was in vain anyway, since Ymir seemed to notice, and she smiled slyly. “You know, Y/N.” You turned to face the freckled girl, and she slowly walked over to you. “If it really hurts, you could always ride on my back.”

You chuckled uncomfortably, before Annie stepped in front of you. “She’s fine. I’ll take care of it.” She stated firmly.

Ymir laughed whilst looking down at Annie, using her height to her advantage. The two glared at each other tensely for only a moment, before Ymir’s eyes settled back on you.

“Whatever.” She chuckled. “If you say so darling.” She finished the sentence with a wink before turning to follow everyone off of the rooftop. Cadet after cadet followed after, but Annie only turned to you with a mostly emotionless, but slightly sympathetic look.

“Does it hurt that much Y/n?” She asked, walking closer and lifting up the fabric of the hoodie slightly to assess the wound.

“It’s not so bad.” You smiled again, hoping she wouldn’t notice the way your voice shook slightly in pain.

She sighed, before turning to face you directly. She looked as if she wanted to say something to you.

“Annie? What is it?” You tilted your head in confusion.

She didn’t respond to you verbally, instead just closing the gap between you two and burying her head in your chest. Her sudden action caught you off guard, and you looked down at her soft, slightly messy blonde hair. You felt the small vibrations of her muttering something into your chest, but it was muffled behind comprehension.

“Annie, I can’t hear you.” You giggle, finally getting comfortable, and running her fingers through her hair soothingly.

She turned her head to the side, and pressed her ear into your chest, and seemed to relax at the sound of your heartbeat. “I don’t like everyone flirting with you so much...” She finally let out.

You giggled quietly, finding her jealousy almost adorable. To everyone else, it was terrifying, but it made you feel loved, if anything.

“You know I’m only interested in you...” You spoke soothingly, continuing to drag your fingers down her scalp, causing her to sigh.

“Still...” She trailed off, not quite being able to find the words for what she meant.

“I get it.” You spoke affirmingly. “We can talk to Reiner and Ymir about it later if we need to,” A small chuckle left your lips before you continued your sentence. “That is, assuming getting kicked off of a rooftop isn’t enough of a lesson for Reiner.”

Annie let out a sweet, genuine laugh at that, and you smiled knowing you made her feel better.

She stood up calmly, stretching lightly before turning her back to you whilst looking at you over her shoulder.

“Now get on, you’re in no condition to use ODM gear.”

A small blush spread across your cheeks, both in response to the affectionate gesture, and at the embarrassment of having to be carried around.

“I-I can carry myself y’know...” You mumbled whilst climbing onto her back, your words clearly not lining up with your actions. Truth be told, you were in a bit of pain, so you didn’t mind the ride.

“Hold on tight sweetie.” She spoke, before getting her running head-start. You gulped and wrapped yourself around her tightly. She took off and followed after the rest of the cadets.

As you zipped through the air, you rested your head on Annie’s shoulder, placing a delicate kiss on her collarbone.

“I love you Annie.” You smiled at her, and she smiled back sweetly.

“I love you too.”

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot imagines #snk imagines #annie leonhart #annie leonhart x reader #fluff #aot x reader #snk x reader

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somerpmemes · 3 years

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Infinity Train S4 Starters

Change as needed

“This is how it always begins.”

“Can we get this over with already?”

“We could just lie.”

“It’s just not a proper band name.”

“I packed you some oranges.”

“I have something for you.”

“Hey, you’re up!”

“Wow, thanks for the van.”

“Just, uhh, give me a sec.”

“I kinda thought you’d be eating, not working.”

“Are you sure it was that one?”

“I’m going tonight and I think that you should come with.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t just leave on a whim.”

“What is this? Some sort of destiny rubbish?”

“It is, like, way too early for all this yelling.”

“I thought you were, like, dead.”

“I’ve never done the whole, like, explanation thing before.”

“I dunno! What am I, a pocket scientist?”

“Oh, right. I was being chased.”

“You forgot you were being chased!?”

“We’re all in trouble!”

“Stop acting like you know more than me!”

“Stop acting like a child!”

“Good. This is good.”

“Most people are super chill.”

“Get ready to be, like, dazzled.”

“A warning would’ve been nice!”

“And what’s in it for me?”

“That’s a curiosity worth saving.”

“Yeah, so, I’m kinda done with all this.”

“Get ready for the drop.”

“I, like, gave you a heads up. You should’ve said something.”

“There is absolutely no way she’s coming back for us.”

“Hope y’all are ready to be dazzled by 2,000 volts of justice.”

“So… we almost got killed.”

“I vote we keep them on. They’re stylish, man.”

“Why do you hate fun, ___?”

“You have to think before you do things!”

“You’ve got to respect someone trying to innovate in their field.”

“Who in their right mind enjoys post-war American food?”

“It’s about the whatever.”

“This is, like, a baby puzzle. I solved this when I was baby.”

“Well, you seem aimless and hungry.”

“I don’t go to, like, nerd parties.”

“This is pretty much just getting into a club. That’s what I do every day.”

“Should I even be surprised?”

“I think maybe this isn’t the best plan.”

“Uh, it’s more locked than I thought it would be.”

“You’re stronger than I remember.”

“Does playing guitar give you muscles?”

“Can you just let me try something, ___? Without commentary?”

“How many times do you have to fail to learn the same lesson?”

“They’re all… dead?”

“You can mess up even if you stand still.”

“Do I get a turn at being smug now?”

“The wait will make it, like, better.”

“Party time, corpses.”

“Well, this is… literal.”

“Yeah, it’s just been a while.”

“Dude, relax. The pressure couldn’t be more off.”

“Oof, that is one rowdy crowdy.”

“Sorry I left you out there.”

“I wasn’t ready.”

“Why’d you choose to sit in the grossest room at the party?”

“I’d say it can’t get much worse.”

“I think we just gotta do it.”

“We can always count on you to fail.”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny.”

“No, I think that now is probably the worst time for that.”

“He’s not gonna get better.”

“He’s dead weight.”

“Why doesn’t anyone care about how I’m feeling!?”

“If you don’t even want to be in my life why do you care how I live it!?”

“I wanted to give you another chance!”

“I can’t drop everything in my life just because you want to figure out yours!”

“You left me.”

“Hey, if I wanted to leave, I could’ve!”

“This is my home, isn’t it nice?”

“Everything’s been so easy for you!”

“Nobody cares about me unless I’m doing… something.”

“Well, I don’t know why I’m doing anything.”

“And I know I should trust you, but the truth is… inside, I don’t.”

“I’m just so tired of faking it.”

“I definitely wasn’t trying to, y’know, leave you.”

“You guys are being, like, way too hard on yourself.”

“The only thing I’m obsessed with is justice!”

“When you force it, they really do grow up so fast.”

“Why are you wearing a parka still?”

“You really shouldn’t have come back here.”

“You ruined my life.”

“Everyone’s mad at me all the time but I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“You never actually apologize.”

“So, you didn’t mess up.”

“I helped?”

“I think you’re basically good, ___. You just need to, like, get better at it.”

“It’s always gotta be something, huh!?”

“I’m coming in. Don’t be naked.”

“I don’t wanna talk.”

“You had a bad thought. I have those all the time.”

“You stuck with me, so now you’re stuck with me.”

“That’s, like, pretty metal.”

“We’re not gonna run anymore.”

“I tried to ignore everything but it just keeps hurting everyone.”

“I’m sorry I tried to push you when you said you weren’t ready.”

“If you want me to say I feel better now, I don’t.”

“Maybe the experience is the point.”

“So, umm, this, like, ended kinda weird.”

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Denial

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Saeyoung X MC

Warnings: talk about money and mental health

Genre: Comfort

For @space-kitten-606 Sorry it took so long to write this !😔 Life has been super busy, but I’m back at it now ❤️

She was trying to make it she really was, but her employer increased the cost of her insurance, and to cover her antidepressants and anxiety medications she had to pay out of pocket. Not to mention the doctor and physiatrist appointments. That with rent and regular household bills, it was impossible to keep up. She was broke.

After getting dressed she twisted her hair up into a tight knot on her head as she went to the pantry knowing the only thing she had other than boxed and canned food was ramen.

“ Breakfast of champions.”

As she sat down to eat there was a knock at the door. Saeyoung was standing on the other side of the door with a big smile on his face.

“ Hiii” She was surprised to see him, he hadn’t even called. It was completely out of the blue.

“ Hi! I wasn’t expecting you to come over.” He kissed her cheek.

“ You are always at work! I haven’t seen you in like foreeeevvvveeerrrr. I was starting to think you don’t love me anymore.” She rolled her eyes.

“ You are so dramatic.” He gave her a toothy grin.

“ I miss you _ _ _ I've been lonely without you.”

“ I miss you too, I’ve been busy is all.”

She was standing in the doorframe and he chuckled.

“ Are you gonna let me come in or are we going talk out here the whole time?”

“Oh! Yeah, come in.”

After he shut the door, he saw the steaming bowl of ramen on the table, and his eyebrows drew together.

“ _ _ _?” It wasn’t his usual cheerful tone, it was one of concern.

“ Yeah?” He crossed his arms and looked at her with a serious look on his face.

“ Are you eating ramen… For. Breakfast?!” Her cheeks turned a crimson color. She had been caught.

“ And you dare to lecture me about eating honey buddha chips and Dr. Pepper. Do you have any idea how much sodium is in ramen?” She looked down at the floor.

“ I know”

“ I’ll make you something.” He stated, and her eyes shot up.

“ Uhh, I don’t have much food.” He waved his hands, telling her not to worry.

“ I'm sure there’s something I can make you.” He said as he made his way to the fridge.

He opened the fridge to see it practically barren with only a half-gallon of milk and a container of leftover food, that appeared to be spaghettos. He raised his eyebrows then went to the pantry and there were a couple of boxed and canned meals, a loaf of bread that was almost gone, peanut butter and honey. What happened to his girlfriend who was always so diligent about eating healthy?

“ Why don’t you have any food?”

“ I’ve just been so busy, I haven’t had time to go to the store.” He gave her a hard look. Saeyoung didn’t often look at her like this and she knew she was in trouble. He walked over to her.

“ You’re here now, you could’ve gone shopping right?” She was trying to come up with any excuse she could think of. She didn’t want him to know how broke she was, he had money. Even with quitting the agency he probably never had to work again.

“ I uhh was gonna go, I just wanted to eat first.”

“ Okay, let’s go out to eat then I’ll take you to the store.”

She shook her head

“ No, it’s okay. I’ll go later.”

“ You are not eating ramen for breakfast.” He noticed she was having a breakout on her forehead, and her face looked a little sunken in with dark circles under her eyes. She looked awful.

“ No, c’mon let’s go.” She shook her head and stood her ground when he started dragging her to the door.

“ I can’t!” He turned and looked at her when her face twisted into an expression like she was getting ready to cry.

“ What’s going on _ _ _? What are you not telling me?”

She sat down on the kitchen chair and covered her face with her hands. Saeyoung sat down next to her, facing her completely flabbergasted. He brought her hands away from her face.

“ You can tell me. We need to be open and honest with each other.”

She looked up with tears brimming in her eyes.

“ It’s just-“ She sighed “ I can’t afford to go shopping. I’m broke…. Really, really broke.”

“ I can help y’know, you just have to ask.”

“ No, it’s not your problem.” That stung, he wanted to share everything with her even the bad things. He tightened his grip on her hands. At that moment she knew he wasn’t going to give up, she had to just tell him the truth.

“ It’s not like I went on a shopping spree and spent too much money. I don’t get to do that, I don’t even remember the last time I bought something for myself. It’s my job the cost of the medical insurance went up. I just can’t afford it. I’d have no money left over and to pay for the medication I need I have to pay for it myself. I have to pay for doctor’s visits I have to pay for everything and I just can’t keep up. I’m always late on my bills, I have to use credit cards and bounce checks. It’s been … Hard.” Tears finally spilled out of her eyes.

His heart dropped at hearing this. She was suffering this whole time and he never even knew.

“ How long did you think you could keep this from me?” He didn't say it angrily, it was more of a disappointed statement. He tilted his head and sighed.

“ Is this why you’ve been working so much overtime?”

“ I have to take my meds, I can’t go without them.” He brought her hand up and kissed the top of her hand.

“ This is probably not helping your depression and anxiety though kitten. You don’t look good. You are going to make yourself sick if you work yourself to death and eat like shit.”

“ The pot called the kettle black.” She said wiping her tears away. Saeyoung let out a little chuckle.

“ Seems like it. Seriously though you don’t have to keep things from me. Even if it is YOUR problem. I want it to be my problem too.” He paused, seemingly contemplating something when his eyes widened as if a light bulb had gone off.

“Move in with me, you wouldn’t have to pay rent, my house is paid off, there’s food. You wouldn’t have to worry anymore.” He gave her a toothy grin.

“ I don’t know Saeyoung. What about Saeran?”

“ He’ll be fiiiinnnee” He waved her off “Besides, I think he likes having you around.” She bit her lip.

“ I don't want to put you guys out. I should just get a second job. I can’t depend on you like that.”

“ No no no, you aren’t getting a second job, that’s crazy! You are already overworked enough. You are just so stubborn, it’s drives me crazy sometimes! I am offering you help and a way for you to make it because right now sweet pea you are just barely getting by. It’s not healthy to be more worried about paying bills than eating. Plus, I’ll have a human teddy bear to cuddle every night.” He leaned forward and gave her a big hug.

“ I’m not your teddy bear!” She shoved him, and he put his bottom lip out, pouting.

“ Aww c’mon. Please kitten” He tucked her hair behind her ear “ I love you and I am worried about you. Let me help you. If you keep going like this your mental health will just get worse.” She knew that of course, she knew that.

“ What’s stopping you? Why won’t you live with me?” She didn’t know, maybe she was afraid?

He smiled at her and cupped her cheek. Giving her that tender look that she so adores.

“ It kills me that the only way I can make is to get help from other people. I wanted to make it on my own, to prove to myself that I am worth something.”

“ You are worth something! It’s okay to need help. Most people do at some point in their lives. You don’t have to do this alone. I’m here and we can figure it out together because that’s what partners do. I’m not telling you to quit your job. I’m not saying that I’ll pay your bills. I just want you to move in with me.

“ You just feel bad for me.” He flicked her forehead and she glared at him as she rubbed her head.

“ That’s not it! I mean yes I do feel bad, but I want you to move in because I love you and want you around. It would’ve happened eventually, why not now?”

She looked at him hard and long as if the answer was on his face. Finally, the tension from her shoulders left and she squeezed his hand. She pressed her lips together as she looked at his pleading expression.

“ I’m not letting you say no.” She inhaled deeply through her nose.

“ Okay” He tilted his head to the side.

“ Okay? Okay, what? That I won’t let you say no? Or that you’ll move in with me?”

She sighed.

“ I’m sorry! You aren’t explaining!”

“ I know I’m just nervous.” She steeled herself and sat up straight, looking right into his eyes.

“ I’ll do it, I’ll move in with you Saeyoung.” A big grin spread across his face.

“ Yeah?” She nodded her head.

“ Yeah, just as long as you promise it’s not out of pity.” He shook his head vigorously.

“ Nope! it’ll just work better for both of us. I’ll get to see you more, and you’ll be able to pay your bills. It’s a win-win.” He was beaming.

“ I think I’m getting more out of this than you are, but if you’re happy then I’m happy too.” She said with a smile.

“ Finally a smile. I don’t like it when you're sad.” He stood up and held out his hand for her to take. She looked up at him, but then took his warm hand and he pulled her up. He kissed her lips softly then hugged her tight trying to convey his feelings.

“ Now that it’s decided, I am taking you out for breakfast. You aren’t eating that crap.” She smiled and slipped her shoes on letting him pull her out the door. He stopped just as they were about to get into his car. He looked into her bright eyes and stroked her cheek.

“ I really do love you _ _ _. I hope you never forget that. I will do everything in my power and beyond to take care of you like you deserve.” She placed her hand over his.

“ How about we take care of each other?” He gave her a tender smile.

“ I like the sound of that. No one’s taken care of me before.” She hugged him tight and gave him a light peck on the side of his neck.

“ There’s a first for everything!” She smiled and ran her fingers through his soft hair.

“Thank you Saeyoung. For being in my life, for loving me, for letting me love you.”

He pulled her close to press a fierce kiss to her lips, holding the back of her head as he deepened the kiss. When finally they parted he opened the door of the car for her ready to take on this new adventure in their lives.

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