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11. “...did you just sniff me?” for percabeth pretty please 🙏🤍🤍🤍

Heya! I’m finally here to come back to this request 😄😄 It took me only a little bit in comparison to other requests, but I'm here!

Also since @percyheartsannabeth, @skaterannabeth and @not-optimistic-petrol-biscuit had asked about fluff. Here you go... Kinda? 😬 Anyway. Here's a monster sneak peek into may I introduce you to my beloved wife? 😋

It took me all day yesterday, but I managed to pump out 11k words. That's a record for a single session in one day (with like two breaks). And yes, that is still not the entire chapter. Here are roughly 9,2k for you to consume!

TW: alcohol, overbearing relatives not minding their own business, a tiny section talking about domestic abuse and Athena and Frederick Chase ain't shit but that's nothing new. Poseidon too, for once. Enjoy!

may I introduce you to my beloved wife?

(*absolutely not proof-read, my bad)

Annabeth sighed. You can do this. You can do this. You’ve already finished the week. Think about the money. Think about the move to California. Push through this day and next week, think about the money and the minute you’ll hand your termination in. She wanted to splash some water up her face, but the makeup that tinted her lips in a luscious rose and added some bronze to her high cheekbones was too expensive to be washed off and hastily reapplied.

It was pre-Dionysus Day, which meant it was merely the calm before the storm. The first sparkling sip of an impending disaster waiting to rollover the roomy Greek villa Percy forced her to stay in. Well not really forced. Forced and bribed her to stay in. That made it sound slightly better. Just think of the one-hundred seventy-five dollars he’s going to transfer into your bank account for your new start in California. I should renegotiate. California is also expensive. Make it two-hundred fifty thousand.

The tall blonde looked at her reflection in the mirror. A young woman full of life was the first thing she had seen in the morning but now she looked tired and annoyed, just how she felt. Something crashed in one of the dozens of rooms next to her and people laughed. Annabeth sighed again. It was the only thing she could do, otherwise she would scream like a banshee, making sure that at least Hermes and Prometheus would check her, if it wasn’t for Percy stuffing socks into her mouth to make her shut up before they got to her. The majority of his Greek relatives had been lovely if not terribly nosy and overbearing. It was the opposite of her family. His was warm and chaotic and for the most part welcoming. Hers? Cold, apathetic, disapproving of everything she did. She had no family in comparison, and neither would she want to compare this wholesome messy bunch to the cold-hearted Athena Pallas and the monster that was Friedrich Chase.

Annabeth respected Hera and Hestia, she definitely side-eyed Aphrodite who was cheating on her husband and she would definitely stay away from Zeus. Crossing paths with him occasionally in the New York office of Atlantic INC. was terrible, seeing him openly be flirty and loosen up during a forced trip was way worse.

This was a bad idea and I have a terrible feeling about this. The burgundy wrap dress that hugged her skin was soft and light but in the Thessalian heat it felt like a sticky cocoon caging her. She wasn’t a beautiful butterfly, ready to burst out and wow everyone. Neither was she a moth drawn to a flame. She was a bug that had been sprayed by Percy with a pesticide, wrapped in toxic chemicals which were slowly dissolving her body, piece by piece.

A knock shoved the horrendous image inside of her head aside. “Yes?” she asked with a firm voice. Too firm with a hint of annoyance, but she was not a professional actress and could not switch her emotions off as she pleased. She was a junior marketing manager for Christ’s sake. Not for much longer. Only two more months…

Percy opened the door. “Are you ready?“ he asked with his usual pleasant baritone reaching her ear.

He wore light linen pants that hugged his legs loosely and a light blue shirt with the first buttons opened up. She could see his defined chest and the swirls of black hair peeking through. The hair was styled into a disheveled curly mess which suited him way better than the gelled back corporate look and he forgot to trim his beard like the day before. Annabeth couldn’t deny what she saw – her tormentor was a very attractive man.

“Do you want to bail?” His sea-green eyes darkened a shade. Worry flashed through them.

Annabeth exhaled sharply for the last time. “I wish I could but then I’d leave you without a fiancé,” she smiled through the pain.

Her glance found her reflection again. The topknot was still intact, and a few strands carefully framed her heart-shaped face. She looked perfect on the outside and she wanted to commit manslaughter in the inside.

“Let’s get over with it,” Percy sighed and stretched his hand out. It seemed like Percy was the one that would rather bail.

Annabeth took it without any complaint. She was the happy girlfriend soon-to-be-wife and holding hands was way better than being forced into kissing him during Sports Day. The Theodoropoulos family truly had planned activity after activity during those two weeks in winter.

“Oh!” Sally peeked into the bathroom and saw her son holding Annabeth’s hand.

“There you are! Is everything okay, mija?” she asked with her sweet Dominican accent and looked at Annabeth.

Annabeth automatically smiled back. Sally was the mother she never had, and it broke her heart crumble by crumble by the sheer charade Percy and she were forced to display for the next six days. Sally Jackson deserved the best. She certainly didn’t deserve being deceived and lied to by her terrible son and his tag-a-long coworker.

“Yes, Percy was just making sure we’re arriving on time.” Annabeth got on her toes and placed a soft kiss on Percy’s stubbled cheek. It tickled but by now she had gotten used to it.

He rolled his eyes, smiled at his mother, nonetheless. Sally’s eyes sparkled and she clapped, clutching her hands tightly. “You don’t know how proud you’re making me, mijo,” she then said teary-eyed.

“You finally found a great girl and she is standing next to you.” Sally wiped a tear away and the awful feeling that sat on Annabeth’s chest and made everything heavier, amplified by a thousand times.

This was way worse than being referred to as the woman that would bear him three to five children presuming with the first one sired on this current vacation by Ares. Yes, Annabeth wanted two children at max, but not definitely now. She was twenty-eight and in the prime of her life! Note: Percy would certainly not be the father of said two children. Unruly blond waves and a mischievous grin blitzed through her head. Pale blue eyes came back from the deepest pit of her memory. Luke. Fuck no, that was even worse than Percy. His betrayal… Annabeth tried to shake the memory off and focused on the ongoing situation in front of her.

Sally truly hoped her son found love and not a quick fling. Oh shit, Annabeth thought and looked up to Percy whose face expressed similar thoughts. His conscience nibbled and guilt flooded his body.

“Mamá,” Percy began and released Annabeth’s hand in order to grasp the older woman’s shoulder.

Sally brushed his large hands off. “No, no! Off you go! You younglings should be downstairs celebrating your reunion with the entire side of Poseidon’s family.”

Annabeth appreciated the fact that Sally was invited and flown out each winter holiday by the Theodoropoulos’. Despite having been divorced from Poseidon for over twenty years, she was still a popular and welcomed guest, not just because of her son’s attachment to the Greek side and his tied division of the Greek family company.

Sally gave each of them a last smile before entering the women’s bathroom. Percy exhaled and pinched his nose. After ten seconds he released the nose and looked back at Annabeth. “Ready?” he asked a final time. Annabeth nodded.

The loud singing, yelling and talking that had been muffled by the bathroom hit her by a tenfold. The place had all the Mamma Mia vibes without the fun singing four days ago. Not anymore, as drunk relatives hit up the shore with loud music and talked loudly in their Pontic Greek dialect.

As the couple descended the stairs and walked through the parlor, a new wave of guests arrived at the same time. Three people that have just entered early adulthood looked up to them. Two men, one blond with a stoic face and bronzed skin, the other was shorter with spiky black hair and a beautiful grin on his lips. The woman next to him was the tallest out of the trio and possessed a high ponytail that would leave Ariana Grande dying out of envy. The dyed lilac hair swung around and nearly reached the middle of her thighs, meaning the hair was even longer without its tight prison on top.

“Thanatos, Zagreus, Megaera!” greeted Percy and gave each one of them a rib crushing bear hug. They looked pleasantly surprised at seeing Percy being accompanied by a pretty woman his age. It seems like the proposal didn’t reach all of the ends of the Greek world.

They fell into a short conversation in Greek and Annabeth smiled politely next to Percy as she fell entirely out of place. The evil Duolingo owl didn’t prepare her for this experience. Neither did her mother bother teaching her at least their Athenian dialect properly. She could introduce herself in Greek, order a beer, say goodbye and that was it. Thank you, Athena. For nothing again.

“Oh, you must be Annabeth,” Megaera eyed her carefully and Annabeth had the feeling that she could split her open with her hands. Weirdly enough, Annabeth was kind of into it. Megaera wasn’t only as tall as Percy but she was clearly the one with the toughest workout regimen as she displayed her muscular legs and defined arms with a short cocktail dress only a few shades darker than her hair.

“Yes,” Annabeth squeaked. She nearly added a ma’am towards the end. Megaera cocked her dark eyebrow. She had an aura that demanded respect.

“Interesting to see the woman who captured Perseus’ heart. It seems that he did develop a good taste after all. Calypso was as pretty as the crescent moon flower but sadly as dull as his corny jokes are.” Megaera’s deep smirk was a stamp of approval as her eyes roamed all over Annabeth.

“Hey!” Percy interrupted and placed a firm hand on Annabeth’s waist, as if he was trying to mark his territory.

“You have your own toys right to your right,” he then added with a playful tone.

Megaera actually laughed and waved dismissively. “That doesn’t mean there isn’t room for more.” A clear offer which left Annabeth’s face turn into a fiery tomato red.

“Anyway, we have some catching up to do,” Thanatos proposed as Zagreus and he silently watched the conversation blossom. He sounded as reserved as he looked.

“Indeed,” Zagreus agreed, surprising Annabeth with a posh English accent. “Father will murder me if we miss out on his moussaka. It’s to die for you need to try it, Annabeth, at least before Hephaestus gets ahead of himself.”

Annabeth laughed. The Theodoropoulos did have their positives. “I will, Zagreus,” she nodded.

“Oh please, if aunt Sally gave her go for you to stay here, you’re as good as family. We’re Than, Zag and Meg for you,” Zagreus offered.

“Annabeth is already my nickname but thank you for the kind offer!”

The three new guests went on to join relatives and friends at the party which seemed to get more chaotic by each passing minute as the volume seemed to increase.

“My cousin Zagreus from my uncle Hades’ side,” Percy explained as the three went out of his sight.

“Are they friends? Or…”

“Pretty sure they’re polyamorous. You know, I don’t know, and I honestly don’t really care, I see Zag once every twelve months at max. Just don’t stick to Meg’s side for too long otherwise she’ll turn you into her fiancé.” Percy’s tone suggested that he was not joking.

“Oh.” Annabeth didn’t know what to think of it.

Percy closed his eyes as if he was making a silent prayer, before his sea-green met Annabeth’s light gray ones. She smelled like lemon with a hint of lavender, instead of roses like normally. Delicious. If it weren’t for the fact that it was Annabeth.

“So, listen. You know I’ve talked about Dionysus Day and how his birthday brings out the worst side of everyone.”

Annabeth nodded as Percy went on to explain.

“Pre-Dionysus Day is basically same with the only exception that my great-grandmother’s house is filled with the entire family. Yes, we’re expected to eat, drink, laugh, drink, dance, drink, reminisce on our past, drink, make fools out of ourselves in order for them to take blackmail pictures and drink some more, but no matter how much they want you to open up… try to control yourself. Everything you say can and will be used against you.”

Annabeth’s stomach started to churn, and her knees slightly gave in. “Look, I’m truly sorry for the mess that I’ve caused,” Percy looked directly into her eyes and tried to ignore the rosy streaks across her flushed cheeks. “And my relatives can be overbearing. But if we manage to stick through this night and the next one tomorrow, we’re as good as done with playing games.”

“Fine,” Annabeth gritted through her teeth. She had agreed to the terms and condition. She didn’t need a reminder of the stupid decision she made two months ago.

“Let’s go.”

She placed her hand on the doorknob that separated the parlor from the huge living room. Percy followed her as she opened the door. A wave of laughter, wine, ouzo, discovered secrets, cigarettes, sweat and fun hit them.

“Oh wow, someone should open a window.” Percy suggested as he coughed. Luckily cousin Metis had the same idea. No, aunt Metis. Or was it Thetis? Why did Percy need to have so many relatives with similar names again?

“Oh, Annabeth, look at you!” Aphrodite had snuck up behind them and surprised the fake couple by hugging each of them and nearly spilling the expensive Greek vintage in her hand on Percy’s shirt. The red alcoholic liquid carelessly swirled in her glass and more than often seemed to want to escape from her clutch.

“Aphrodite, be careful!” Percy reminded her as she dug her fingers into his arm. Her nails were as fake and bought as was the bond between Annabeth and Percy.

“Oh, please cousin, you should learn how to loosen up!” She laughed, but it sounded more like the shrill sound a bird made when it got nearly hit by a car. The high pitch made Annabeth slightly frown.

“Take your girl upstairs and show her all the Zorbas moves you got!” She wiggled her badly overdrawn eyebrows.

Aphrodite had always been the poster child of perfection. She knew how to dress her curvaceous body the right way, she knew how to apply the perfect touches of makeup on her face and she was the most graceful being Annabeth had ever met. Seeing her so disheveled left the blonde American content. It showed that Aphrodite wasn’t one of the gods, she was a mortal mess like they all were. That, and it was kind of funny seeing the abrupt transition from oozing perfection to looking like a rough mess after a couple of glasses of wine.

“If you know what I mean, you two know what I mean, right?”

“Yes,” Annabeth and Percy answered. Unfortunately, they did.

“That reminds me, this is such a pretty dress that you got!” Aphrodite’s eyes widened and she tugged at Annabeth’s sleeve that went slightly over her elbows. “Percy needs to bring me a couple of those the next time he visits. Oh wait! You’re about to marry, Annabeth can take me shopping. I want to visit New York next summer. When was your wedding again?”

Panic filled Annabeth she tried to stutter a lame excuse like they had done the entirety of the stay. Aphrodite’s brown eyes found something else to focus on in the meantime. Her hand went out to poke the tall blonde’s chest as she went on to pull on the thin fabric.

“You should show the men what you got! Free the girls!” Aphrodite yelled over the loud music, pushing Annabeth’s C cup to its limits. “Let Percy stand in the corner with that stupid frown, all jealous and depressed while you’re out on the hunt!”

Percy did not look amused especially since he tried to pull Annabeth away.

“Yeah, just like that!” Aphrodite’s glass pointed directly at his face as Annabeth tried to shove Aphrodite’s fickle fingers aside. “Oh, if I were just a little bit younger and not tied to your cousin…”

“You mean cousins,” Percy corrected and made a step backwards as Aphrodite’s dreamy and drunk dazed focus shifted from Annabeth to him.

“Aphrodite, leave Percy and his future wife alone,” Hera arrived to save the stressed couple and rolled her eyes. “Go harass Hephaestus and try to be a faithful wife for once in your life.”

She still looked like she had a massive stick shoved up her ass by the way she stood entirely straight next to them, but Annabeth appreciated the gesture. If Hera didn’t like Aphrodite much, Annabeth would rather join Team Hera than stand alone by the bleachers and under Aphrodite’s charmspeak. Aphrodite pouted and stomped with her feet twice as if she were a toddler and not a grown woman marching towards her forties. Then she stormed off and ran into the arms of her lover, nother husband to spite her mother-in-law and embarrass her even further.

“Malàka,” Hera cursed and lost her cool for one second, before clearing her throat and focusing on the already tired fake engaged couple in front of her. Not even Hera seemed to be averse from drinking a glass of wine or two. “You two definitely need a drink.”

Annabeth agreed with her for once.

She pointed at the bar behind her, which was managed by Dionysus and his wife Ariadne. The number of relatives ganging up on them and demanding new drinks was frightening. Surprisingly Dionysus kept his cool and shoved drinks in people’s hands at an impressive speed.

“Yeah, let’s get over with it,” Percy sighed and took Annabeth’s hand again.

“Are you okay?” Annabeth asked him. She knew from Thalia that Percy rarely ever drank and that his family was to blame for most of it. Percy seemed stiffer and graver than usual as well. As much as she disliked his jokey nature and easy-going demeanor he displayed at work, she’d much rather have that Percy by her side right now. Dionysus Day and the day before seemed like it was hell on earth for him and walking through it each year must take a toll on him.

“Yeah, let’s just each grab a glass of wine. Let them be happy about me shoving this disgusting stuff down my throat.” He thanked Ariadne as she prepared two glasses of the same vintage Aphrodite seemed to have inhaled earlier.

“Thank you.” Annabeth took her glass and sniffed. The wine smelled sickly sweet with a hint of the bitterness that the fermentation process had left. The glass in her hand weighed surprisingly heavy, not because of the wine itself but because of the golden swirls decorating it. The glass transitioned from the crystal-clear transparency into a deep black. A lyre surrounded by a bigger laurel wreath decorated the middle section and a golden snake was wrapped around the stem. The golden rim gave it a nice finish.

“Into a fruitful night,” Percy darkly mumbled over the music. He was really not looking forward to it, which confused Annabeth immensely. She didn’t understand why he pushed himself through this if he really didn’t like the drinking activities. He surely had his reasons, hence her not starting a fight with him over it. It was his family and their tradition after all.

“Into a fruitful night,” Annabeth instead repeated.

Issuing a weird toast as well. Percy Jackson was clearly not a drinker. Their glasses clinked and each of them took a sip. Thankfully grandma Rhea made sure they were well-fed before the festivities began.

“Fuck,” Annabeth muttered. A fine vintage as well. Not as sweet as she thought, it left a hint of sweet cumin as the lingering aftertaste. Her lipstick left a mark on the glass, but she didn’t bother to care as she took another gulp. The wine was nearly finished. She slowly started to understand why ancient civilizations went crazy after this stuff.

As she looked at her so-called fiancé, she saw that his glass was already empty. A grimace rested on his face as well.

“Err, Percy?”

“What?” The dark brooding look on his face was no more.

“Shouldn’t you take it easy?” Annabeth carefully asked. His eyes narrowed.

“I am,” he stated and cocked his head towards his cousin who was still busy playing the barkeeper but kept an overall watchful glimpse on the guests that flooded the gates.

“Dionysus saw me drink. Most importantly he saw us have a drink. That should be enough for me, but if you want some more, be my guest.” He shrugged.

Annabeth felt that she should probably drag his mopey ass out of the party, but it was way too early to leave. “Fine,” she said and asked Ariadne for a refill. Annabeth went in for another long sip. She should definitely stock her wine cabinet once she was back at her shitty apartment. Before the glass reached her lips again, Hermes snatched it away and chugged the remaining wine.

“Hermes, what the hell?!” Ariadne grabbed the glass and pushed her husband’s cousin away. The bored postman was back with his shenanigans.

“My bad, dear wifey, but I’m on a mission here to abduct sweet Annabeth,” Hermes winked and placed his hands around Annabeth’s shoulders.

“What are you up to?” Out of all of the relatives she’s met so far, Annabeth was convinced that everything Zeus had ever sired was a mistake. Zeus himself was a mistake.

“Can you stop being German and boring for once?” he joked. Annabeth’s eyes narrowed. She did not like this one bit. She turned her head around and saw that Percy had been pulled into a conversation by Hypnos and Morpheus. He had completely forgotten about her. Great.

Hermes guided her through the crowd, towards the middle of the room. They had to dodge chairs, drunk relatives, a sofa, chatty relatives, the coffee table and dancing relatives before they made it.

“There she is!” greeted Achilles the confused marketing manager.

Paris, Helen, Patroclus, Hermes and Achilles stood in a circle around a table. Dozens of shots of all sorts of colors were displayed. Annabeth had a terrible feeling about this.

“What is this and why are you pulling me into this?” Annabeth asked and did not like the mischievous grin they all shared. She wanted to go back home and cuddle with Daedalus on her sofa and push his cat ass out of the way before the next steamy Outlander scene hit the screen. Yes, Annabeth was that much of a single that seeing some on-screen action was the best she could get. She hoped that the mangy cat didn’t bother Thalia all too much while she was staying in Greece. She owed her so much already.

“Well, I stayed in your country,” Paris started. “And they have a weird tradition with ouzo. They don’t drink it the way we do, watered down and slowly at lunch and what not…”

Annabeth was still American for the most part and had nothing to do with Germany. The last time she stayed there was nearly thirteen years ago. She didn’t want to have anything to do with Germany. Friedrich Chase lived in Germany. And she fucking hated Friedrich Chase. Therefore, she hated Germany. Things that would never change. Okay, Hamburg was a cool city and she was glad her father moved to Cologne. Should she feel the urge to travel back to Germany for a week or less, she’d go to Hamburg, take ten thousand pictures, and post them on Instagram the minute before she was boarding her flight back to New York. Helping her to enrage her stupid father was all Germany had to offer.

“Germans do ouzo shots,” Patroclus cut to the chase. “And since you’re the newest member of our family…”

“And German!” Paris and Hermes added simultaneously.

“We’ve decided to play this little game,” Achilles added.

“What’s the name of the game?” Annabeth asked. She was only slightly curious. Emphasis on slightly.

“Last man standing. Oh sorry, ladies. Last person standing,” Hermes corrected himself as he placed four shots in front of each person. That was way too much hard liquor to handle. But if she did Jägermeister bombs in her sophomore year of college without any issues, this should be fairly easy.

“What are the rules?” They all looked at her in silence. No rules. No prize. Just drink.

“Oh wow.” The urge to roll her eyes and walk off came back with a force.

“I think I’m going to pass,” Annabeth said and already turned to her right.

“Why?” Helen asked innocently. “Need your man to look after you? The one who’s having an amazing time back there with his third glass of wine?”

Foul game. Annabeth’s head shot to the right. Helen was right. Percy was laughing and looked like he was having a great time chatting with Oceanus and his wife Tethys. Tethys refilled his glass as her husband and Percy broke into laughter once again.

If that’s the case…

“Fuck it, I’m in,” Annabeth agreed. She swallowed the bait and she knew it. There was no reason why she should feel upset about Percy opening up all of a sudden. He desperately needed it. Why she wished to be a part of that, Annabeth did not know.

“Great!” Helen threw her brown mane over her shoulders and grabbed the first glass.

“Για μας!” they all yelled and chugged the liquor. Gia mas, the Greek toast, was repeated every time and it seemed to brighten the mood, despite resting heavily on Annabeth’s stomach. Her college days were over, but she was glad she resisted coughing repeatedly.

Patroclus clutched his stomach after the second shot, Helen ran out after the third, Paris and Achilles were laughing maniacally after the fourth and Hermes mysteriously disappeared after the first one. Annabeth was the last person standing. She placed the crystalized shot glass back on the table and examined the messes around her. The only thing that had happened to her, were that more golden locks escaped from her bun and her lipstick needed some reapplying as she left marks on each glass.

Annabeth tried to take a step away from the table and felt how the world slightly shifted around her. The fact that she would curse and hate herself for her behavior in just six hours, was something drunk Annabeth gladly put aside. The headaches that definitely would haunt her for the rest of the trip didn’t matter, she won and that was all she cared about.

“Hell yeah!” she yelled as all inhibition faded away, leaving pure and raw life force behind. Unbeknownst to her, Annabeth had moved right into the circle of dancers.

“Perseus, get your bride before she breaks her legs!” someone laughed. Was it Iapetus? Or was it Hyperion? Who even cared at that point?

The next two hours were a blurred mess. A blackout slowly crept through her mind, leaving foggy memories behind. Annabeth felt how she was dancing with people and how people were laughing. Were they laughing at her or with her? Did it really matter? Why was her hair repeatedly slapping her face, didn’t she tie it up?

She danced with different people, men and women. She really hoped that the guy that looked like a naked Danny DeVito with longer black hair was not Zeus who had lost his shirt and pants. Who was the guy with the sea-green eyes again? Why was he clapping and laughing whenever she was busting a move next to Hermes? Was he important? Why did he remind her of work? The shots might have been a short-sighted idea after one and a half glasses of wine. She probably overestimated the amount of food she had consumed at dinner prior. Wasn’t she supposed to try someone’s moussaka?

“There you are! Ares, stop dancing with her for once. We’re about to leave.”

Ugh. Ares. Not Zeus, but still yucky.

Sea-green eyes. Percy, of course. How could she have forgotten the asshole that brought her into this whole mess? He seemed fairly sober, didn’t he have a glass or three of wine? Annabeth was certain, she’d be able to drink him under the table. His height and his build might put him at an advantage, but if he wasn’t used to drinking, she might have a fair shot.

A rock song was the next song that appeared. Percy wanted to drag Annabeth off the dance floor.

“Oh no!” Aphrodite intervened with a shrill screech. “Give the two lovers some room to show each other affection!”

Hera actually raised her glass for once to show that she actually agreed with one of Aphrodite’s wild ideas. Someone fumbled with the playlist and a Greek slow jam roared through the old speakers.

“Are you guys fucking serious?” Percy muttered under his breath. But roughly eighty pairs of eyes were all but watching the soon-to-be betrothed and waited for a romantic dance which reminded Percy more of the horrors that the eight-grade dance was.

Annabeth drunkenly hiccupped and looked at him in surprise as she felt one of his hands around her waist and the other one taking her hand. They rocked as if it was the final dance at prom. Annabeth barely remembered prom. Oh right. Her mother had forbidden her from going. She never attended prom.

A casual glimpse through the crowd showed her that people were actually filming this nonsense and some women were actually cooing. Did… did they seriously think this back and forth with sweaty clothes on was romantic? Her eyes found Percy’s again.

“So…” he began.

“So…” she repeated.

“Careful!” he warned her before twirling her through the tight circle. People screamed and applauded. A camera flash blitzed through the darkness twice.

“Oof,” Annabeth groaned. Her stomach and equilibrium did not appreciate that sudden movement.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do that again,” Percy swore. The rocking motion made both of them sleepy. Annabeth suppressed a yawn, rested her head on his shoulder. Percy could make the perfect comfy bed, if he wanted to.

Percy, sensing that people were awaiting some action from either of them, placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face up. Annabeth’s eyes widened. Is he going to kiss me in front of them? Again? her panicked brain asked. She was turned into stone, not by Percy’s distant cousin Medusa who had eaten most of the truffles, but by the tenderness of his actions. He was one solid actor.

Percy placed a soft kiss on her forehead, before moving on to a temple. Annabeth blushed and buried her heated face in his chest as he released her. Intimate, soft and sweet. The screaming relatives disrupted their comfortable silence yet again. The slow song came to an end and the next upbeat one invited everyone back to the dance floor. Annabeth released herself from Percy’s tight embrace and just bolted. Damned be nausea. A wave of coldness hit her. She felt something she didn’t like the minute Percy had softly kissed and soberness woke her at a start. What was it? Anger? Disappointment? Longing? She didn’t know and she didn’t want to know.

“Annabeth!” Percy shouted, but the amount of people standing in his way made it more difficult for him to keep up with her. His hand brushed over his own lips.

Annabeth opened and closed doors left and right. The kitchen, the dining room, the smoking room. She hasted through the first floor until she found another lost soul in the fireplace room. Why the villa had a fireplace room in the first place, she did not know. It had been super-hot the entire time but what Annabeth understood as heat and what native Greeks deemed as hot temperatures didn’t have to correlate.

Great-grandmother Gaia’s humming faded away. The eldest of the Theodoropoulos looked up from the pair of socks she was knitting. When she came to find out the intruder was Annabeth, joy spread over her face.

“Come, come!” The broken English that she softly spoke reminded Annabeth of her own grandmother. She hadn’t seen Elsbeth Lilienthal-Chase since she had left Germany. And since her mother didn’t give her a chance to say goodbye, she didn’t have a phone number to reach her with. The only way would be through that asshole Friedrich Chase, and the only time she’d willingly let someone contact that man was if she had been six feet under and he would be forced to show up for one important family event for once.

“I was unable to sleep. Parties aren’t something for me. I’m too old and boring for my children and their children,” Gaia sighed as Annabeth took a seat on the green sofa next to the light blue armchair. All of the cushioning seemed to have been made by Gaia as the socks had the same pattern as the pillow that Annabeth leaned against. Balls of wool surrounded the older woman as if she sat on a field of fresh tulips.

“Drink, drink! You need water. I’m pretty sure you danced a lot.”

Annabeth kindly took the offer, grabbed the carafe and poured herself a little bit of water into a small glass. The water was surprisingly cold and refreshing.

“My children deem me crazy,” Gaia continued. “The war with the ottomans. Deportation. Fleeing and seeing death everywhere. Losing my father in the chaos. Then the big world war after that twenty years later. They don’t want to listen to the same stories. They only want to have fun. So, they sent me away.”

Annabeth felt terrible for the old lady. It looked like she had been through hell and back in her youth. She didn’t look like she needed much, only someone to listen to her.

“I won’t bore you much,” promised Gaia.

Gaia’s tanned leathery hands continued working on the little socks. “Don’t worry about tomorrow, dearie. We have plenty of acetaminophen and other hangover remedies. Tomorrow will be even worse, because Dionysus wants to celebrate his birthday with even more wine,” the old woman laughed, and her green eyes twinkled full of life.

“I also was young once…”

The two sat in comfortable silence, only interrupted by Gaia’s humming or Annabeth refilling her glass of water.

“So,” Gaia began.

“So?” repeated Annabeth.

“You are the woman that tamed my little Perseus,” the older woman grinned.

Oh no.

Annabeth had a lump in her throat and drinking water to solve it, didn’t work. She wasn’t just lying to Zeus and his wife. She was lying to an entire clan, from the youngest to the oldest members. What Percy and she were doing wasn’t right, neither was it fair. Sure, Percy’s shitty uncle didn’t help much by forcing him to marry the next person, but did the rest of the family deserve to be deceived as well? No, they didn’t, and that truth rested heavily on Annabeth’s narrow shoulders.

The fact that Gaia looked so much like her great-grandson was crazy. They possessed the exact same shade of sea-green. It was passed onto Rhea, Percy’s grandmother, and then Poseidon, Percy’s fucked up father. Always full of intelligence and calculation. Shifting easily from delighted and full of life to the crashing anger of a storm. Power and knowledge were key features of Gaia’s eyes.

“How did you meet my sweet Perseus again?” Gaia innocently asked but Annabeth knew that there was some sort of ulterior motive behind her question.

“At work,” she honestly answered, and Gaia smiled. The old lady was able to sense the truth.

“He’s not my direct boss, but we run into each other a lot. And we hated each other from the moment we saw each other.” Annabeth remembered how she accidentally spilled her hot coffee all over his shirt. She had been public enemy number one from then on.

“He’s an excellent boss, as much as I hate to admit it. He knows his ways around and is passionate about the ocean and its inhabitants. Definitely more passionate than me, I’m just there for the money. He actually wants to make a difference. And he’s extremely annoying, might I add.”

Gaia burst into laughter and needed a minute to calm down. Annabeth cracked a toothy grin. “Ah yes, I can see how you fell in love with him.”

Doom. Uneasiness. Discomfort. The lump in Annabeth’s throat grew bigger and bigger. Why was her vision so blurry all of a sudden? She looked down at her dress. Dark dots appeared. More sprinkled across her lap as Annabeth realized she was crying.

“I’m so sorry,” Annabeth sniffled. “I… Percy… I…”

Gaia put her knitting utensils aside and set herself upright in the armchair. “Oh no, what is going on, Annabeth?”

The calming hand on her back did not help the young professional at all. No, Gaia’s honesty and curiosity made it way worse.

“Percy and I… we’re not engaged. We did it because Zeus-” Annabeth tried to confess, but Gaia brushed her off.

“It’s okay, Annabeth. I know,” the old woman smiled.

The tears that smeared her foundation or rather what was left of it ceased to fall. “You what?!”

Shock widened Annabeth’s light gray eyes.

“I knew from the minute you stepped into my house. I’m pretty sure Rhea knows as well.”

Annabeth’s jaw fell open. “B-but how?!” she stuttered and felt like an utter and complete idiot. The first few days had been rough and difficult, but now she thought that Percy and she conveyed the illusion of being a happy couple.

“You were scared of everything including him the minute you arrived,” Gaia warmly smiled. The infectious warm smile of a grandma looking out for her little chicks. Was Annabeth now one of them?

“I knew something was off with that sudden engagement of yours with the way you two behaved. Either you were pregnant, or it was a ruse. Since you are heavily drinking and paper thin, it was clear that there was no pregnancy. You young people truly don’t eat enough anymore,” Gaia shrugged, patted Annabeth’s knee and went back to knitting the sock.

“But now… it all makes sense. You do feel something for each other. Even if you are blind to it for now.” She continued to hum. “I just hope that my dear Perseus will be the young and carefree boy he was all those years ago one day again. And I do believe that you are the key in finding him hidden underneath all those layers and walls he had put up due to his father.”

Annabeth didn’t even close her mouth during the elder’s monologue. Did Gaia seriously connote that she… that Annabeth Chase… might feel something for her soon-to-be boss? Madness. Absolute madness. She took everything she had thought of the friendly old woman in front of her back. Maybe her relatives did have a point, when they decided to brush Gaia off due to her old age.

Annabeth? And feeling something for Percy? If that something was hatred and the utmost rage, absolutely yes. But… anything else? She would receive a hefty sum on her bank account and would put in her two weeks the minute she found a better job in California.

“You know… there is a tale I’d like to tell about men.”

And Annabeth would prefer to place the glass back on the table, throw the heels away, storm out and run to the next airport.

“They are stupid vapid creatures,” Gaia carried on.

Annabeth snorted behind her glass. “That is certainly true,” she agreed and earned an honest grin from Gaia.

“My dear husband Ouranos with whom I had all of my dear children decided one day that one woman was not enough. And that twelve children were not enough.”

Twelve children?! Annabeth's womb just twisted and turned in protest. The shocked expression on Annabeth’s face made Gaia chortle loudly.

“Oh yes, back in my day we were all very fruitful,” Gaia affirmed.

“That sounds horrible,” Annabeth interjected.

“Oh, only the birth part and the eighteen years after it,” the older woman dismissed her which made Annabeth in turn laugh again.

“My father was a farmer and he had one piece of advice: never let someone toy with you. You are not a doll; you are a person with morals and dignity, a person with feelings and dignity. Let no one, especially not a man, treat you like a commodity or something to kick around. Well… when dear Ouranos left me and sought our neighbor with bigger breasts… I taught him that lesson. And I did so with my father’s trusted knife that I hung on the wall afterwards.”

There was no knife displayed on the wall. It was a fucking scythe. Large, frightening, brutal. A golden great long sickle with jagged teeth rested on the wall as if it were ready to cut you up into one thousand pieces. Was there really dried blood stuck on the teeth or was Annabeth’s drunken mind making things up?

“The minute our youngest turned eighteen he took off and was never seen again. And now, should a person, in that case my Perseus, not know how to treat you properly, you know what to do,” Gaia advised and took a sip out of her own glass.

“Uh… you mean threaten to cut his genitals off with a large and sharp family heirloom?” Annabeth’s eyes widened again.

“No, dearie…” Gaia gave it some thought. “Well maybe so, dearie,” she then went on. That made Annabeth chuckle again.

“But demand absolute respect from him. Don’t ask him for it. Demand it. I don’t know how but he has dragged you into our family and expects you to play the perfect fiancé. This will eventually blow up in his face and he will drag you along with him. Teach him a lesson, however.”

“You know what? I will!” With Gaia’s official blessing, Annabeth was all smiles and scheming new plots. If the head of the family gave her the approval of kicking Percy’s ass, she definitely would.

Steps echoed in the fireplace room and Annabeth and Gaia’s heads turned to greet the intruder. They didn’t even realize the door opened and closed again.

Gaia’s younger twin who still had some black streaks in the braids marched into the hall, curious about what the two women in front of her were previously talking about. Gaia’s youngest daughter Rhea had joined them. The large blue floral dress made her seem like she never left the late 1960s and the two long braids only added to that sentiment.

“Mamá, what is going on? By the way Percy is looking for you, Annabeth,” Rhea informed her grandson’s alleged fiancé before taking a seat in front of her and grabbing one of the many balls of yarn in front of her mother. Rhea then went on to play with it as if she was a six-year old.

“Oh no, Rhea, Annabeth and I were just chatting about love and life,” Gaia batted her eyelashes.

“You see, I gave Rhea the same advice about her disgraceful husband when he went out to seek another woman.”

Rhea rolled her eyes behind the large pentagonally glasses. “You and your stories about the scythe, mother,” she sighed.

“I have to make sure the younger generation knows!” Gaia huffed. “I won’t be here for much longer and then-”

“We'll regret all the things we’ve said and done to you, I know mamá, you have been telling me this since I was four years old and spilled my apple juice,” Rhea completed her mother’s sentence.

Rhea’s attention shifted to the smiling blonde in front of her. She grew to like Percy’s fiancé. She had a fire within herself and a backbone, all great things to handle a Theodoropoulos man.

“But my mother is right when she says that the scythe is a trusted tool. Zeus, Poseidon and Hades did scare Kronos with it after he tried some foul things with their sisters. Treated them worse. Did overall horrible things. He never wanted daughters, only sons. Didn’t seem to accept the fact that it was out of my hand.” Rhea squished the ball of light blue yarn in her hand.

“My children were always looking out for me and I will be forever grateful for them. I do hope that you will have the same feelings and love for your children.” It was clear who their father was supposed to be.

“Yes, I hope so as well,” Annabeth squeaked. Did it get hotter in here all of a sudden?

The door opened, and a worried Percy stepped into the fireplace room. “Oh, there you are,” he sighed as he immediately sighted Annabeth’s blonde unruly curls. He had been running from the basement all the way to the roof searching for her. Relief washed over his face like some shower gel from a cheap commercial. Only then did he realize that Annabeth had been cornered by both his nosy grandmother and his even nosier great-grandmother.

“Whatever they’ve been telling you, it’s a lie, it’s wrong and it never happened!” he warned her as he took a seat right next to her.

“Oh please, relax,” Rhea rolled her eyes and threw the wool at her grandson. “We have been talking about mamá’s scythe.”

“Hey!” both Percy and Gaia complained. At least they hadn’t dished out embarrassing stories of him taking off in diapers at night.

“This is expensive! You young people show no respect towards others' belongings,” Gaia cursed.

Annabeth took the blue yarn and placed it back on top of the pyramid of other colors.

“Thank you!” Gaia smiled before she focused on finishing the sock.

“You’ve found your fiancé, Perseus. Now go off back to celebrate and let us old people reminisce about the past and talk.” Rhea lazily waved at them whilst Gaia didn’t even look up from her craft.

“We will,” Percy said while getting up and casually dragging Annabeth along. He kissed both Gaia and Rhea on the cheek, Annabeth threw a hasty “See you in the morning!” over her shoulder before the couple left.

“Are you okay?” Percy asked as he pulled Annabeth aside for a small breather.

She nodded. “It’s just a bit overwhelming with the amount of people that either want to take pictures of us, hope I remember when their youngest kid’s birthday is, or they tell me they hope we have our first baby preferably in less than a year.”

Percy blushed. He didn’t think it was that bad, but then again, men are mostly left out of the baby talk until their mother’s saw that their best friend’s children had their first grandbaby. He truly didn’t have any intention of having a child before the age of forty. He had to save a business from his damned uncle, run and manage said business and preferably find a woman he tolerated enough to marry before he could even think of children.

Percy apologized again. “One week,” he promised her.

“One week,” Annabeth repeated and nodded.

“We’re going in, you’ve missed the high of the party with your talk with my yai yai, but that’s perfectly fine. The first have already left, let’s just mingle for ten minutes or so before we can-”

The door flung open. “There they are!” yelled Hermes who was followed by Zephyrus and Hercules.

None of them had any intention of letting the party stop before five in the morning. It was merely two. The minute Hermes had his sights on Annabeth, he knew that he had found his best drinking buddy aside from Dionysus himself. Oh no, Annabeth thought and rightfully so.

The minutes of calmness and rest next to Gaia did their wonders because Percy and she were thrust back into the party at full force. She didn’t exactly remember when the blackout happened, but it was roughly thirty minutes later. She was drinking, she was dancing, she was completely making a fool out of herself. The hair? A mess. Annabeth herself? Don’t even think about it. She had been dancing with Hermes and Patroclus, Aphrodite accidentally stepped on her foot one time when Ares approached her.

Percy broke his own promise and accepted a fourth glass of wine from Dionysus who insisted on it. That glass was his doom. The last droplet touched his tongue and his world turned into a flashy mist, his consciousness was broken into pieces, fragmented and sprinkled across the floor. Where he was, when he was and who he was were things he couldn’t remember. The only thing that popped up in his mind were waves of solid gold. Was it hair? Could hair truly move like that and possess that texture? And a whiff of lemon with a hint of lavender crawled up his nose. It was an odd combination, but it felt safe and like home. He liked this smell. Where did he smell this before?

Percy didn’t care, he had other matters to attend to. The first thing on the docket was finding the bathroom, he had drunk way too much. The house had weird rules in regard to bathrooms. Was it the left side or the right side that the young men could use? Why did his uncle Hades have to break two sinks in a span of a week when he was sixteen again? Why were women and others allowed to do whatever they wanted? His great-grandma and her weird plans were always set to make him fail somehow. Things that she had thought of decades ago still bore fruit today.

Percy stumbled upstairs and turned right and prayed the doors he was opening were empty bathrooms and not relatives making out. That was just what he needed. The first door he opened was of his great-uncle Oceanus and Tethys who had a face mask on her face and pink curlers up her hair. At least the old people still knew how to behave. He hoped his mother had left the party hours ago. He apologized and closed the door. The next one was an empty bedroom, his even maybe. No, his bedroom was on an entirely different floor. Or was it?

The next bedroom was closed off thank god, but from the sounds on the inside it seemed like cousin Eos and her newest catch Orion had some fun. Disgusting, Percy thought before he moved on. The next door was what he was looking for. A bathroom. Lit up, clean and empty. Empty if it wasn’t for this one woman who was clutching the brims of the polished sink. She was tall, the golden hair equaled a rat nest and her red dress seemed to have witnessed a lot.

“Ugh,” she muttered and looked into the mirror. Her eyes found his immediately.

“Percy?” she turned around.

Oh right. He was Percy Jackson, thirty-one, single, hopefully the new CEO of Atlantic INC., he had a fantastic apartment in the Upper East Side with an amazing view and he was in Greece to impress his family with his fake fiancé in order to secure his father’s legacy. His fake fiancé being Annabeth Chase, a woman he loathed, had to pay a little hush money and hoped would leave the company fairly soon after.

“You’re in the men’s restroom,” Percy then stated.

Annabeth looked around. No, it was not the same bathroom she used in the morning. Oh yeah, Gaia’s weird bathroom rules.

“Honestly who cares?” the junior marketing manager complained. “A toilet’s a toilet, no matter who uses it.”

Percy shrugged. Annabeth had a point but it wasn’t their house so they couldn’t dictate the rules.

“I wanted to retouch my makeup, but I didn’t find my makeup bag.” She walked steadily to Percy, but it was clear to both of them that she had her fair amount of shots in her system.

“Yeah, it’s probably in the other bathroom. Wait, let me use the bathroom for a second and then we can head back to our room and you can look for your makeup.”

Annabeth nodded and waited on the outside while Percy was tending his business. After drying his hands, he opened the door and found Annabeth yawning in front of one of his yai yai’s paintings. It showed the scythe from the fireplace.

“In all honesty, your great-grandmother is an amazing woman. I admire her. Showing kindness and strength each day. How old is she?”

“Turning 106 next October,” Percy smiled at her. “She always said she wanted to live long enough to see her favorite descendants find their own happiness, whatever it may be.”

The softness in his voice made Annabeth’s heart ache. She turned her head back to the painting. She was a nobody. She had no family, no traditions she could upkeep. She didn’t even have a steady relationship in the past five years. Fucking Luke Castellan. He also had to take that from her as well. Make her suffer. That’s what Athena, Friedrich and Luke all thought at the same time. And they all had nearly reached their wicked goal if it hadn’t been for her stubbornness and will to eventually blossom into something else. The first step towards that something else resided within her move to California. She wanted to leave everything and everyone behind and start a new life, somewhere where no one knew her.

A thumb brushed over her cheek. Annabeth looked up to Percy. She hadn’t even realized she was sobbing again.

“Whatever it is, it’s going to be okay,” Percy assured her. His hands found her sides, pulling her into a soft hug.

A true fiancé level hug. Annabeth had never felt that comfortable within a man’s reach. Percy might have been an awful and annoying coworker, but he truly cared about his fellow people. The way they slowly rocked and kept hugging each other reminded her of the school dance work they had put on the floor earlier. But this time it was real. This time there was no one taking pictures or yelling into their ears, or the demand to see a kiss.

Annabeth rested her face in his chest and Percy leaned his head on hers. It was like they had been made for each other. A welcoming scent greeted Percy. Lemon and lavender. The person stuck in Percy’s crumbled mind had been Annabeth. She was his anchor in the havoc his relatives had created in such a short time. He took a deeper breath. It felt reassuring.

“Did you just sniff me?” Annabeth laughed as she pulled away from him.

“You do smell good!” he defended himself with a stupid grin on his mouth.

“Oh, wait you’re super drunk,” she giggled again as she saw his widened pupils that had pushed the darkened sea-green iris away.

“Well, look at you,” he retorted.

They looked at each other. Aside from the bumping music and the noises people made downstairs it had been completely silent. He missed her warmth; she missed his comfort. Neither would have guessed that a simple embrace could offer so much. Neither would have thought they would take it to the next step within a split second.

One last look. A last time sea-green and light-gray met before each set of eyes closed and their lips met with a brutal force in the middle. Their teeth clacked but it didn’t matter to them. What mattered now, was the moment. Forgotten was the alcohol, forgotten were the troubles of past, present and future. Forgotten were the friends and relatives in the building and back in New York.

So... what do you think? 😄 Like I said, this is not the entire chapter 🤷🏾‍♀️ I honestly feel bad for cutting the chapter off because it's really getting more interesting from that point on 💁🏾‍♀️ I'll probably continue working on this once I've published the next act of The Fool 🥳

Also Greek people, if something seems off with this (aside from random English at times lol) hit me up, I definitely have to do more research!

#mel answers #pjo #percy jackson #Annabeth chase #percabeth #percabeth fanfic #may I introduce you to my beloved wife #mel writes #hoo #heroes of olympus #percy and annabeth #pjo fanfic #percy jackson and the olympians #mel spoils

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ryswritingrecord · 2 years

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The Never Ending Pain of Loving a Friend; Chapter 2

You know what it means when someone googles ‘how to not be in love with your best friend’ at 4 am while sleeping next to said best friend? It means that person is very, very desperate. I am very, very desperate.

It's been 2 hours since Elliot went to sleep and all I can seem to do is stare at how absolutely gorgeous he is. From his adorably curly blonde hair, to his long eyelashes, to his tattoos. From his perfect nose, to his red, slightly chapped, plump lips, to his sharp jawline. And that's just the physical beauty of the man. Every time I look at him I see his beautiful eyes looking at me in concern, his lips stretched wide into his breathtaking smile. The feeling of his soft curls between my fingers when I play with his hair.

All I can ever see is his beauty. And all it does is remind me of all my ugly.

From my double chin, to the back and stomach rolls, from my too small eyes and too large nose, to my weirdly shaped fingers. All I can ever see is the imperfections in me. As a bigger girl, there are things that usually ‘make up for it’ in guys' eyes; I.E., big tits and a big ass, but I didn't have any of that. As a member of the IBTC and being classified as having a “long back”, I had no pluses to dating me. And sure, I have things I like about myself. I like my hair and I like my lips, but those are the only physical things about me that I can tolerate. Every other thing I like is in my personality, and even those are things I force myself to like. I like my voice, even though I personally think I sound like a dying donkey. I like my artistic skills, even if every time I see my work all I see are the imperfections. I like how smart I am, even if I feel like I’m just smart enough to not be stupid, but not quite brilliant.

The best way to sum it up is I feel mediocre. I'm an ‘ok’ singer, an ‘ok’ painter, with ‘ok’ intelligence. And that's hard to feel when your whole life your parents have been hyping you up to be the next Einstein, or the next Stephen Hawking. You feel like the world's biggest failure because you got a 80 and not a 98 on your English paper. I was the bright, gifted kid throughout all of elementary school. Almost skipped 2nd, 3rd, and 4th grade because I scored off the charts. My parents decided against it because I needed the social skills that came with those grades because of my autism. That didn't really make sense to me since I was told not to make friends at school because Jehovah has not reached them spiritually. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I was raised as a Jehovah's Witness. Actually, now that I think about it, I haven't told you a lot. Let's back up shall we?

May 2004. Alice Lee met Daniel Ballard. Daniel was a born and raised Jehovah's Witness. Alice had just started studying. As ridiculous as it sounds, they met in a Yahoo Pool chat room. They realized they both went to the same congregation and started hanging out. Alice already had a son who was 3, named Ian. They started dating and got married in early September of 2004. On August 25th 2005, Alice gave birth to a baby girl and they named her Selene.

Selene was a fairly average baby, and she even had a fairly average early childhood. She was in an early learning program from birth where she tested amazingly high for her age. She was very good with logic puzzles, but did not do well when it came to anything that didn't have a right or wrong answer. She was extremely curious, to the point where she would accidentally put herself in danger. When she was 2, she got into a very bad car accident with her mother where they got t-boned by a tractor trailer. Her mother was really hurt physically, it messed up her neck and back, as well as triggered something called fibromyalgia. For Selene, it affected the growth of the left side of her body. Her left eye sight was worse, she was losing hearing in her left ear, etc. As a Witness, women and girls are to sit still, do what they're told, and be quiet. Selene did not do that. She never quite fit in anywhere she went. At school, she was socially awkward and had no friends. At the Witnesses, she wasn't obedient enough and never fit their standards. At home, she was too much; too much curiosity, too much energy, too loud. She always felt alone.

Selene had a lot of trauma. She never talks about it though. She was thought to possibly be a sociopath by her parents, but that wasn't the case. She instead got diagnosed with BPD, as well as PTSD, C-PTSD, anxiety, depression, ADHD, autism, and a plethora of other ‘illnesses’ she worked through in the years of therapy that started at 5 years old. And that’s just the mental. She also has Fibromyalgia, AMPS, Migraine Disorder, low metabolism, possible thyroid issues, asthma, severe scoliosis and hyperkyphosis, as well as all the damage the car accidents and concussions caused.

I do this all the time. I just started talking to myself in the 3rd person. Is that weird? I feel like I'm giving a presentation in my mind. As I go through this ‘presentation’ of my life, I start to unlock the box. You know, that box that is full of memories or thoughts that could at any moment mentally obliterate you, so you lock them away to be dealt with when you have the ability to be unreachable to anyone and anything for a while. Well the box has started oozing feelings. Feelings of worthlessness, loneliness, feeling like I'm unlovable, feelings of self hatred for letting myself get and stay this overweight, as well as falling in love with your best friend. What the fuck was that about anyway? That’s so fucking cliché to fall in love with your best friend.

As I'm thinking about this I fail to realize 2 things. Number one, the emotions have hit me so hard I'm crying just trying to process them all, and number two, Elliot has woken up.

“Hey, why the fuck are you still awake Selli?” He asks as he rolls towards you and opens his eyes.

“Oh, nothing,” I say as I wipe my tears as inconspicuously as possible. “Just having a hard time sleeping.”

“Oh, ok. Do you feel like talking about why you're crying, or do we just wanna pretend that I didn't see that?”

Shit. Of course he saw, it's Elliot.

“Crying? I think you need to get your eyes checked Elliot, you're imagining things.” I say trying to cover, even though he sees right through it.

“So pretending I didn’t see it, got it.” He says as he smirks at me.

“Ya know what Elliot, fuck you. Go back to sleep so I can ‘not sleep’ in peace.”

“Uh huh. Ok. Only if you go to sleep as well. You've spent the last 4 nights at my house and I know you didn't sleep at all.”

How the fuck does he know that? I know he slept through the night because I was awake all night every night this past weekend.

“If you insist Elliot, but it’s just so I don’t have to hear your annoying ass voice and smell your nasty fucking breath.” I say, trying my best not to yawn with how tired I am.

“I do insist. And I’m going to let those comments go so you’ll actually get some sleep tonight. Goodnight Selene.”

“Goodnight Elliot. Sleep well.” I respond as I roll over

After a few minutes I feel Elliot scooch up behind me and throw his arm over my waist, pressing his face into my neck. It feels so good I can't help but snuggle in closer to him. I feel as he smirks onto my shoulder as I roll my eyes at him. I soon find myself drifting off into a restful sleep in the arms of the only person who's ever there for me.

#elliot euphoria #elliot #plus sized #oc

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ssson-of-sparda · 3 years

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A Dozen Ice Cream Cones (Dante x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Patty wants to know what happened to the girl who offered Dante his very first strawberry sundae. But to know the rest of the story, she must erase the dozen ice cream cones from Dante's tab. (Part 2 of A Tab To Erase) (Part 1)

Tags: Pre DMC3 Dante / Dante is Tony Redgrave / Flirting / Lost Friends to Lovers / Implied Sexual Content / Explicit Language

Author’s note: You wished for Part 2, there it is ;-) If you want to place this part of the story in the DMC timeline, I'd say that it is shortly before DMC3. Dante is roughly eighteen (and so is Reader) and still goes by the name Tony Redgrave. Again, the Dante who is talking to Patty is definitely post DMC Anime. I decided not to give many details about him so that he could be the one of your choice. Can definitely do a part 3 if you want.

MISSION 2

Dante was about to get fleeced. He could feel it in his guts, which had somehow developed this strange ability to knot tightly in his stomach each time he was about to lose. Probably the result of so many years of bad luck in gambling. And yet, Patty’s eyebrows were weirdly furrowed as she was quietly eyeing all of the cards in her hands. She had to have a straight flush. Dante had no doubt about that. So why wasn’t she playing? “You know, Dante. I was thinking …” “Not again.” The man grumbled, wondering why she was taking her time. But Patty had learned to ignore Dante’s sudden irritations long ago, knowing they were always brief and harmless. “You didn’t stay friends, right?” Dante arched an eyebrow and stared at the girl in front of him as she was sitting still, big blue eyes fixed upon his face, patiently waiting for the answer to her unexpected question. “What are you talking about?” A sigh escaped his mouth. He knew what she was talking about. He just wanted to elude the answer. But the little blonde was not one to easily give up. “With the little girl. The one who made you first strawberry sundae. You didn’t stay friends. Why?” “What makes you think that?” Using a question to avoid an answer. Yes, could work. “Well, if you had a friend making you strawberry sundaes for free, then you would not spend an unreasonable amount of money on them. So, I’m guessing she must not be around anymore.” Patty was perceptive. Dante could give her that quality, for sure. Though right now it was more a bother than anything else. “What happened?” “She moved on with her life.” was the only thing that he felt like answering as he quietly stood up to take a beer in his fridge, certain that this was just the beginning of another long questioning. “So you never saw her again after that night in the diner?” Patty asked as she watched Dante slouch back in the couch, taking his cards back in his hand to cover whatever expression Patty was trying to spot on his face. “Yes, I did saw her again.” He finally confessed, eyes on the dog-eared Queen of Hearts he was grazing with his thumbnail. “Then tell me!” The girl begged, unable to resist the excitement growing in her body any longer. “ Why would I? Don’t you have any stupid soap opera to watch?” “ The TV’s broken… AGAIN.” She complained but he couldn’t care less. He had no money to afford buying a new one or fixing this one. Plus, there was nothing worth watching on TV so …“Come on. I’ll erase the dozen ice creams cones from your tab if you do.” Dante looked away from his cards with a sudden tiny smirk as he noticed Patty on the edge of her chair, impatiently waiting for the new part of his story to begin. “Now you speak my language, Patty.” “ You never do something for free! It’s annoying!” “Are you kidding me? I do a lot of things for free. That’s why I’m so broke and live in this hellhole.” He waved at the place with open arms before taking a gulp of his beer with a grimace. Yuck, it’s hot! And of course it was. He hadn’t paid the bills yet again. “So we have a deal, then. Now tell me.”

A DOZEN ICE CREAM CONES

It was the nineties – perhaps the most awful period for anyone who had even just a small sense for fashion or music - and as the city of Red Grave was still lovingly dancing on ridiculous love ballads on Friday nights, wearing tight crop tops, colourful scrunchies and platform sneakers, Dante – now named Tony Redgrave - was trying to make his place as a young mercenary in the rough areas of the city, hanging in bars serving some drinks stronger than strawberry sundaes (though he would always order one at some point) and in clubs where women would gladly take their clothes off if asked too, mind a few bucks of course (except for Venus. Venus would always flash her breasts for free for her sweet Tony).

“Not sure I want to know that.” “ Oh yes. Forgot the story must be PG-13, sorry. Anyway …”

He was looking for jobs, something that would help him pay for a proper roof over his head and the fancy long red leather coat he had just bought (five hundred bucks but worth every single dime) and luckily for him he knew the perfect man to find him that.

His name was Enzo Ferino. A short and chubby Italian-American broker, probably the best informant in the neighbourhood, one who could smell high-paying jobs for miles around especially those Dante loved to refuse.

“Where was Morrison?” “Can I tell my story please?”

“Come on Tony! You can’t refuse that job. Not another one. Not again.” He almost threw a fist on the counter before he remembered the last time he did so. Two bullets had whizzed the top of his black curly head and he had had thanked his mama for making him so short. “Haven’t you heard the reward? Don’t you see all the zeros on that check, my friend?” Yes, there were four and enough to pay the bail and few rents of the place he wished to rent to create his own agency. But Dante didn’t want that check nor did he want that job. “If he wants to recover a stupid necklace, he can call the cops for that … or a bailiff. I don’t go after silly poker players. I have better things to do.” He took a sip of his whiskey, the third of the night, not even looking at the two men sitting next to him and begging him to take that damn job with pleading eyes. “You have nothing better to do!” Enzo shouted, throwing his hands in the hair like a living Italian cliché. “Please Sir. It’s my girlfriend’s necklace. One she offered me on our anniversary. It’s very precious to her.” The man who wished to hire him declared as he started rummaging in the pocket of his designer coat. “And you bet on it?” Dante scoffed. “Damn. What a perfect boyfriend you are. But that’s still a no.”

The man pressed a piece of paper next to Dante’s drink. A photo, a polaroid, judging by the quality of the paper, carefully placed face down like a poker card, showing that that man was most probably a pro-gambler or at least was used to card games. Another reason not to help. He would probably lose the damn necklace right after recovering it. And yet, Dante took the picture in his hand. Though he didn’t really know why he did. Certainly the curiosity to know what kind of chick that prick could have in his life or maybe the will to use the picture to taunt him about his taste in women. He imagined a prude church girl, some daddy’s girl probably as rich as him, not very pretty but fancy, wearing pearl earrings and silk headscarves matching her shiny shoes. The type of girl that swaggers in the street and roll her disdainful eyes when they see men like Dante (though they might secretly wished he would rumple their sheets).

Patty cleared her throat. “What? Every girl loves some good bad boy once in a while... And how do you even know what that means?”

He couldn’t be more wrong. And he couldn’t be more surprised. He would recognize those big (colour) eyes and that sweet smile among thousands, despite the time apart, despite the years that had turned a fearful little boy into a daredevil mercenary and an adorable little girl into a magnificent young girl. He would recognize them always because they were the first that had made in smile when he thought he would never smile again. “Her name is Y/N. She’s the sweetest girl in the world. Innocent. Pure.” Dante cringed at the man’s words, finding them rather repulsive and somewhat perverted. Something in the way they were rolling off his tongue. “Come on, Tony. You can’t say no to a sweet girl.” Enzo’s sentence was met with a glare that made him shiver but when he saw his partner stand up and empty his glass of whiskey, he somewhat relaxed. “You’re pieces of shit. Both of you.” “Does that mean you take the job?” Dante didn’t bother answer.

But he took the job. Not for Enzo. Especially not for his shitty client. And even less for the cash. For her. Just for her. To finally return the favour after so many years. Because he owed her one. Because she was possibly one of the few humans he’s always respected in his ten years wandering the nighty street of Red Grave. And because she didn’t deserve an asshole like the one she dated to lose something apparently so precious to her in a silly game of cards. An easy job for someone like him but one he despised nevertheless. He hated to deal with humans. They were sometimes worse than demons and you can’t fix problems with them by using a sword.

“Don’t tell me you won the necklace back?” “ I did. Fair and square. Well … almost. I ended up using my sword. Turned out the Mafiosi who had Y/N’s necklace were a bunch of demons who had made a few bars in downtown Red Grave their lairs.”

But once Dante had Y/N’s necklace in the palm of his hand he did something only Dante could do. He refused the reward, refused all the zeros on the check and the chance to finally buy that agency he wanted so badly. “The things you do for beautiful women.” Gunsmith Nell Goldstein had said when she had given him back his guns, all polished and fixed, after he had wrecked them on the job again. “They’re your weakness, Tony. Always leading you around by the nose … or something else.” Perhaps, but he never minded.

And as he watched Y/N approaching the door to her home out of the corner of his eye, a bunch of books under her arms, looking for her keys in her bag, Dante knew he would not regret his weakness for women or his decision to refuse the money.

She looked as sweet as he remembered, as delicate as in the picture if not more. And just as her shitty boyfriend had said, she indeed seemed rather innocent and pure. Almost fragile. Nothing like the girls he had met before, especially those he had seen undressed at Love Planet or in one of the magazines he kept in his drawers. “Goodness grac…” She almost dropped her books as she jumped, surprised and somewhat scared, and put her hand over her heart that had certainly missed quite a beat when she noticed this insanely tall stranger on her doorstep. But her sudden fear disappeared immediately when she recognized the silvery white hair covering the icy blue eyes of the man before her. “Tony?” She arched an eyebrow and he smiled with the same childish joy she had witnessed on his face years ago. And just like that, she was certain it was him. “Hello, Y/N” He offered his hand and she briefly stared at it, remembering for a small instant the time she held out her tiny hand to him the same way, the night they met. And so she grabbed it, genuinely happy to see him again and yet curious to know how he had found her and why he was back after so many years. But when she fell something cold and metallic in his hand she got her answer. “My necklace. How?” “Won it back for you.” He simply answered but that was enough for her to understand what happened. “[Boyfriend] lost it on a poker game, didn’t he?” And even though that didn’t really surprised her as she knew how much he loved gambling despite her telling him not to, it disappointed her anyway. “You shouldn’t date boys who have a streak of bad luck in gambling… Except those like me.” She looked up at Dante’s piercing blue eyes, unsettled by his flirtatious humour, thinking he accidentally let that slip but he definitely did not. Those last words, impulsive and yet somewhat well thought out, had rolled off his tongue with a scandalous smoothness and a self-confidence that had rooted her to the spot, speechless, but in a weirdly pleasant way that made her want to slap herself. “Or especially me. Depends if you like trouble.” With a smug smirk, he stared at her, deep in her eyes, almost … hungrily? She didn’t really know. All that she knew was that never a man had looked at her that way. Certainly not her boyfriend. And who knew such icy eyes could set fire to her cheeks like that? “But, judging by that place and your guy, you seem to enjoy some well-ordered life.”

Not really. Not at all. Her life was boring, plain and dull. Nothing like in the books she read. Nothing like what she had dreamed of. But exactly what her mother had wished for her. She was an adorable daughter, a top student finishing up high school, ready to leave Red Grave with her well brought up boyfriend to start a life many would envy but that she cared little about. She wanted adventure. She wanted excitement. Passion. Frivolity. Freedom. And maybe even some danger. She wanted all that and more. And as she looked at the self-assured man in front of her, she couldn’t help but believe that he had somehow managed to obtain all that. And she wanted to know how. How did that life feel? How could he live such a life? How could she have the same? And Dante noticed that small fire, that tamed lonely flame burning deep in her eyes that needed just a drop or two of gasoline to rage and shine brightly. Something he could easily provide if she let him, if that’s what she wanted.

“Take care of yourself, Y/N” He nodded her goodbye and as he shifted to walk away, she opened her lips to say. “Would you like a strawberry sundae?” And she cursed herself for this, so damn loud in her head. You have a boyfriend! A voice repeated on and on, feeling the temptation in her heart and the ideas of what some people would call unfaithfulness seeping in her brain. But as she opened the door to her apartment, ready to finally kick the boredom out of her life for something else, for something more, the voice seemed to fade. Guess the Devil truly finds work for idle hands to do.

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc fanfiction #devil may cry fanfiction #dante #dmc dante #dante x reader #a dozen ice cream cones #a tab to erase

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ladieswttda · 4 years

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One in a Million (Guns n’ Roses x Fem!Reader)

Chap.1

Description: The tour life of a rock girl band in the 80’s, but not without their not so normal friends and band called Guns N’ Roses.

Warning: some curse, and a light mention of alcohol and drugs. It’s not a warning, but Mötley Crüe is going to appear into the chapters

Words: 2911

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Y/N exclaimed as she ran down Sunset Strip trying to get to the bus, and of course with a huge bag trying not to bump into anyone and screaming 'sorry' to a guy she almost knocked into the ground.

Today was the day her band would take a new level. They were going on their first big tour, opening with Guns N' Roses for the crazy band called Mötley Crüe. She was beyond excited, but as always she was super late. The bus was supposed to leave at ten am and was already eleven. Y/N was certain that they had already left her in LA, but she had a little hope they waited for her because they couldn't replace their amazing drummer.

Y/N was relieved when she spotted a huge bus with a not so tall redhead smoking a cigarette and kinda stressed talking with, what looked like, the bus driver.

"I'm sure she's coming, Sir. She's just a bit, how can I say.... slow?" When the driver was going to say he was done and the bus was leaving, they heard a scream and turned their heads "I'M HERE! I'M HERE!!"

Axl blew a breath that he didn't even knew he was holding "You almost made they leave you here, sweetheart." Y/N smiled at her old friend and handed over one of the bags to the driver, with a quiet 'thank you'.

It wasn't new that the girls from Y/N's band had a great friendship with the boys from Guns. And more obviously because Ayla, the guitarist, was Slash's sister, so they knew each other from a long time.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Ax. For real, a lot happened and..." She was going to start explaining, when he put his finger over her mouth and smiled "It's okay, let hop in the bus before someone scream at me again, and at you now." Y/N nodded and they started walking into the bus.

When they got inside, the first thing Y/N noticed was that the girls were already having a friendly conversation with the mötley boys, which was great and how Steven looked worried.

"What if she died? And how we just abandoned her here? She's going to be..." Before he could finish, Axl cleared his throat and everyone looked at their direction "Look who I found outside?" He had a hand on Y/N's small back and she weirdly smiled and waved.

Steven ran and hugged Y/N with all force he had, almost crashing her "You're alive! We were so worried abou you..." Ayla laughed and replied "You were worried, Stevie. We all knew Y/N would be late." She said rolling her eyes making Y/N roll her ones too.

"What happened this time, sweets?" Izzy asked hugging her.

"Actually the question is, what didn't happened?" Y/N answered setting her backpack in one of the sits.

"Are you sure you didn't over slept with a groupie?" Blake, the bassist asked earning a laugh from everyone besides Y/N, who kindly answered "Fuck off, will you?"

"Before we continue with Y/n/N story time, let's introduce her to the them." Axl said and pointed to the older band "Guys, this is Y/N, the drummer." She smiled, not sure if they were mad at her for the lateness "I'm so sorry for being late..."

Before Y/N could continue the tall drummer interrupted "Its okay hot stuff, we all lose the time track, don't we pals?" The other mans nodded their heads "I'm Tommy, the old man there is Mick, the blonde bitch right next is Vince guy and then we have Nikki." He pointed at them and they waved at her too "I know who you are..." Y/N said laughing a little at the adjectives Tommy gave for his band mates.

"Even better!" Vince winked at her making Y/N blush a little.

When they finished introducing, Y/N turned to her best friends and band mates who were already waiting in one of the sits "Hey girlfriend!" She exclaimed while hugging Ayla, who was Slash but in a female form. "Hello, my love..." They laughed at how they always said their hi's as a couple.

"You two date?" Nikki pointed at the two girls, they shook their heads and Ayla explained "For the press yes, they think we are a big orgy." She rolled her eyes and Y/N giggled at how her best friend hated the midia, like she did too of course, how sexist they were to say stuff like that just cuz they were fucking best friends?

Turning to the brunette and super tall bassist, more known as Blake " Heya, Y/n/N!" They hugged and saying hi lastly to their amazing blonde singer Sofia, who gave her a little kiss on her cheek "Where's Duff and Slash?" She asked sitting between Blake and Steven, who was more relaxed now that his bestie ( hehehe cute) was here safe and sound.

"Slash is passed out in one of the bunk beds and Duff is..." Suddenly Duff pop it out from the tiny bathroom interrupting Iz "Missed me sweetheart?" He asked giggling at her, who jumped and crashed him into a bear hug "Always, giraffe!" Besides him she looked like a smurf, not that she was normally tall, but with him it was like he turned everything into small ants.

"Now that everyone is settled, I wanna now what or who made our amazing friend late?" Axl said with his well known smile.

Y/N knew she could lie and make a false statement, that her car broke or something like this, but she was a terrible liar, so she decided to say the truth "Well, remember that my dad was working on a huge case and it was for a very famous person?" The girl's nodded indicating she could continue.

"What he does, kid?" Mick asked "He's a layer, actually both my parents are." Y/N answered gesturing with her hand and he nodded.

"When did you dye pink under your hair?" Steven asked as if nothing was happening, making Y/N giggle at Axl and the others impatient faces "Yesterday, Stevie.Needed a new look, don't you think?" He smiled and nodded at the girl "Continuing, happily the case was resolved and my dad's client won, so as a gratitude gift he gave my dad some tickets."

"Tickets? How this place into you being late?" Blake asked getting confused.

"Well, my dear friend, he happened to give backstage tickets to his show..." Everybody was paying attention to the girl and she was making even more mystery now.

"For gods sake woman, spit it out!" Everybody laughed when Tommy screamed at her, Y/N laughing too "It was tickets for Aerosmith, and the client happened to be Steven Tyler." Especially the girls were shocked, following the other men's reaction.

"You got fucking BACKSTAGE tickets for a fucking Aerosmith concert and didn't tell us???" Ayla jumped from her sit and started hitting Y/N with a jornal "Stop bitch! I didn't get! My father did, I just fucking went!" The boys were surprised that she wasn't that shy as she looked when she entered the bus.

"And now we have the true Y/N." Izzy laughed at the scene, but stoping as soon as Y/N gave him a mortal look "Just joking sweets, just joking!" She rolled her eyes and turned to their curly guitarist "If I could, obviously I would take you guys, especially you Lala." Ayla smiled at the sweet nickname.

"How it was it???" Sofia asked gripping and shaking Y/N arm.

Remembering last night Y/N smirked and put a hand in front of her mouth starting to giggle "STOP, you are doing the face when you get the D!" She laughed even harder at the bassist.

"You fucked Steven Tyler, Y/n/N?" Duff asked more curious then ever.

"NO, fucking hell!" She couldn't stop the giggles "I wish guys, but no..." Y/N shrugged "But the concert was fucking amazing, I thought I was going to have an orgasm right there." Everyone started to laugh "But the thing was after the gig, we were invited to the after party."

"You even went to the after party? Aren't you a luck bitch?" Nikki exclaimed receiving right after a push o his shoulder from Mick "Have some sense." Y/N shook her head with a smile "It's okay! Actually my dad is! I just came along with my bro's."

"And Mrs. Y/l/N?" Izzy asked "Nope, girl's night with her friends." Y/N shrugged and turned to Stevie, when he poked her arm "Yes, Stevie?"

Steven was the biggest fan of Aerosmith she knew. Y/N was sad that they didn't went together, but little did he know she was already planning the next time they were in the same city "Did you take photos with them?" He asked with a little smile.

Was clear that Y/N had an inexplicable connection with them, but nothing explained how much she loved Steven. Not in a romantic way, and not denying that sometimes she would do some naughty things with him, but they were best friends since high school. Y/N always saved him from fights and problems from school, sometimes when his mom would kick him out, her parents would let him stay with them, making him forever grateful for Y/N's huge heart.

"YES, how could I forget? They are in my bag pack, pick for me Ax?" He nodded and picked the pinky glittery bag, yes she was on a rock band, but how could you not love glitter? "Why do you have so much stuff?? Look, why do you have so fucking much medicine?" Axl hold a little bag with some meds "Well, I'm the mom of the group, I need some back up. If I don't have all this, the next thing you know she's vomiting." Y/N pointed at Blake giving them a weird smile.

After some minutes Axl found Y/N book of polaroids, dropping to her lap, she started flipping the pages till the last page where the photos were "Here! Everybody come closer." All of them got around her, sitting in one of the tables in the bus, with Axl on her left and Tommy on her right "Okay this first one is from de beginning of the gig, then this is... me and the band in the back playing."

"Nice dress, Y/n/N." Sofia pointed at the photo with a smile "Thanks, Sofs. I think I got last summer." Y/N flipped the page showing more pics from the gig "Doesn't he look like a god?" Stevie said "He is a god, Stevie!" Tommy said picking the photo from Y/N making her stare at him "Sorry, just got excited" He laughed but gave back the photograph saying sorry.

She flipped again, now the photos from the after party "Didn't your old man got uncomfortable with all the booze and drugs?" Vince asked "Nah, he's used with rockstars. It's not the first time he provide services for a famous person..." Y/N shrugged "So you are rich rich?" Nikki asked, making Mick poke his arm again "You truly don't have sense, do you?"

The girls were trying their harder to not to laugh at how Tommy, Vince and Nikki looked like Mick children. "Well, you can say my folks are, i'm not. Yet..."

"Oh my god, look at this one! Isn't Joe Perry looking at your ass?" Blake screamed.

"Oh, yeah." Y/N smirked "You naughty little bitch, you slept with him, didn't you?" Ayla said laughing "Yes, of course with my father and my two brothers in the same place,I escaped and fucked him in the bathroom." She rolled her eyes at her best friend "This is me and Steven, then me and the whole band. Then Joe whispering in my ear for my number." She smiled at the memory, Y/N always had a crush on him and when this happened she almost died at the moment.

"Did you give?" Izzy asked sitting on Axl legs to have a better look at the photographs , making him grumble at the guitarist.

"Nope, but he did." She giggled like a teenager girl when her crush ask her out.

"Are you going to call him?" Duff asked "Maybe, dunno, he's like 37?" Y/N bite her nails thinking "What's the problem? He seems to be nice enough to not be a creepy." Blake words made Y/N think, maybe she should call him.

Before they could continue, the tour manager cleared his throat making everybody look at him "We are going to stop at a gas station, so you guys can eat, hydrate, piss, I don't know. But please don't destroy or rob something!" He said looking directly at the mötley boys, that only looked at each other and laugh "Of course Johnny, we have some girls to impress" Tommy said looking at the girls.

Blake did a sass face and looked them up and down, trying to control her giggles "Yeah, sure drummer boy, you wish." Ayla and Sofia laughed too, making him blush, who'd thought that bad boys would blush at some rock girls?

Y/N put the book back into her bag, picking some cash to buy some food and something to drink "Who's gonna wake Slash up?" Axl asked already in the bus door "I can go!" Y/N said, going to the only bunk bed that was with its curtain closed.

Opening it, she could see only his naked back and how his hair was everywhere "Hey, sleepy boy, wake up." She stroked his back receiving a pleased 'hmm', but still not moving "Slash, honey, we stopped so we all can eat something, you need to wake up."

"But it's so good right here" He turned and shook the hair of his face "You should join me..." Slash smirked at Y/N who only did a negative sign with her head and pushed his hands "Nops, get your ass up here or I will... I will cut your favorite leather pants!" He stared at her face thinking if she would do it. After solids two minutes he gave up and got out of the bed "You can be very nice, but you still are a little minx sometimes, i don't trust you with my babies..." He grumbled and crossed his arms "Don't be such a baby. I can cuddle with you when we get back! Or you are too macho man for that?"

Slash was a little behind her, so when she said that he ran a little and hugged her waist, nuzzling her neck "Baby girl, for you I have both sides..." Y/N laughed loudly, making some other people in the convenience store look at them "I already said for you to stop calling me that, people will think we have a thing!" She said poking his hands that were on her hips "People thinking you date me is that bad? He made a fake cry sound "If you weren't such a whore, I wouldn't care." Slash couldn't stop laughing at her statement "Not a lie, Y/n/N."

After some good 30 minutes they had found everything they needed and went to check out their stuff "24.60 dollars." The cashier said with a bored tone "I pay, add a pack of marlboro, please." Slash gave the cashier a 50 bill making Y/N complain "Hey, why you paying my stuff, dickhead?" He smiled "Always treating my lady the way she deserves..." Slash winked at her, making her roll her eyes.

Picking their plastic bags, the duo returned to the bus, and setting the drinks into de mini fridge "Everyone is here, right?" The manager asked and received 'yeah' and 'yes' from the guys "Okay, we can pull off!"

"I'm going to sleep again, you coming?" Slash asked Y/N "Yep, just let me put a hoodie." He nodded waiting beside her, talking with his band mates.

"We can go." She extended her hand to him who happily accepted "You two don't forget to use condoms!" Axl screamed and hit high five with Izzy.

"Don't fucking start." Y/N flipped him off and got into the bunk bed, Slash following her movements.

He laid behind her and hugged her waist "I don't know why you still pay attention to his comments..." Slash nuzzled his nose on her hair and neck "That's nice" She hummed at his actions, he gave little kisses to her skin in response "And, other thing, we all know he's jealous of me..." He said making her kick his leg "You are not the only one who cuddles me, curly boy." Slash pinched her hip " But i'm the best on bed..."

Well, with great friendships, great relationships come too. It's a not a lie that Y/N and the girls would have a little more than a friendship with de boys once in a while, but more exactly Y/N, she was the closest with the boys and sometimes they would have some escapades...

"Okay, Saul" Y/N giggled "Believe what you want." Slash hugged her even close and whispered to her ear "You can be sure, sweetheart." They giggled "Night, curly boy"

"Good Night, Y/n/N."

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lightningbugqueen · 4 years

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My thoughts for Modern High School Cosmere Characters(Feel free to draw)

Shallan- Nerdy/Preppy. Really likes wearing blue, sun dresses, and has a pencil behind her ear constantly. “Popular” but always has a book. Not opposed to Yoga pants, enjoys Ed Sheeren-type music. Red hair generally down, sometimes partially pinned back.

Adolin- Popular, poised, nice clothes, rich parents. Basically rules the school. Takes fencing, smarter than you would think. Looks good in purple. Kind, never bullies, sticks up for the underdogs, especially his little brother. Blond hair always styled.

Renarin- bullied, twitchy, pretty emo. Similar to Nico from Percy Jackson, but also very smart. He probably has a Tumblr and is most likely famous on it. Glasses. Black hair jaggedly cut.

Kaladin- Dark, stormy, friends with no one, except Syl. Friendly with Adolin, friendly rivalry with Shallan. Wears black sweatshirts and baggy jeans all the time, a bunch of people kinda think of him as this mysterious nomad, like he's magical. Headphones. Long brown hair.

Syl- Quiet, but once you get to know her super sweet and talkative. Only really hangs out with Kall. Wears lots of dresses, and kinda flits around like a bird. No one really knows what to think of her. She’s very pale. Really long blonde hair.

Lopen- Class clown, talkative, extroverted, funny, everyone loves him. Accentuates his lack of one arm, wears bright clothes with holes in them, very loud. Friends with Wayne and weirdly obsessed with becoming friends with Kall. Short-ish brown hair.

Jasnah- Uptight, wears sharp clothes, brutally honest. Keeps to herself, gets straight As and is already taking college classes. Neatly pulled back straight black hair.

Kelsier- Also quiet, but the strong kind of quiet, and has a close-nit group of friends. Wears darker clothing, usually just jeans and a dark t-shirt. Has taken Vin under his wing, and is very protective of anyone found being bullied. Long blond hair.

Vin- Small, quiet, very emo. Wears dark leggings and a sweatshirt usually, and hangs out with Kel a lot. Funny once you get to know her, but it’s hard to do so. Very defensive, grew up in unstable living conditions, either being beaten or along on the streets. Black hair in jagged bob.

Breeze- the one who all the teachers love but most students hate. Dresses nicely, in nearly suits, and is very manipulative. For some reason he gets along well with Kel and his crew, and always manages to have a group of freshmen at his beck and call. Nicely styled brown hair.

Ham- Quarterback of the football team, sweet guy, very close with Kel and for some reason Breeze. Wears usual jeans and shirt, sometimes with a Letterman Jacket. Protective of people he cares about. Buzzcut.

Dockson- Kel’s right hand man, blends in. Wears general clothes, but switches it up a lot. Nice guy, falls into the shadows a lot though. Simply styled brown hair.

Spook- One of Breeze’s freshman lackeys, major crush on Vin, super quiet, super smart. Wears some weird clothes, trousers and a plain white shirt. Glasses. Short brown hair.

Wax- Tough guy, nice on the inside though. Girlfriend moved away, got sad about it. Half the time he comes in dressed as fancy as Adolin, the other half in ratty jeans and an old sweatshirt. Really close with Wayne, and getting closer to Marasi and her sister Steris. Long brown hair(man bun!)

Wayne- Other class clown, more into practical jokes and pranks. Teachers hate him. Wears old western gear for some reason and has an obsession with hats. Super close with Wax, in love with some random Senior. Short brown hair.

Marasi- Quiet really smart girl. Likes Shallan, mostly hangs out with Steris and Wax. Wears dark pants/leggings and comfy sweaters. Always has a book, is on the track and tennis team. Shoulder-length curly brown hair.

Steris- Alienated because she has Autism, close with Marasi and Wax. Budding relationship with Wax. Wears neat clothes, skirts and collared shirts. Hair always up. Long curly blonde hair.

So, I didn’t do some characters because I thought they were better off as teachers. If I get a lot of feedback for this, I will do that.

#Cosmere #Brandon Sanderson #Mistborn #Stormlight #Vin #Kaladin #Shallan #Adolin #Renarin #Jasnah #Syl #Lopen #Kelsier #Breeze #Ham #Dockson #Spook #Wax #Wayne #Marasi #Steris #Modern #au #characters

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amoosewritesfanfic · 5 years

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[Part 1]

[Part 2a]

[Part 2b]

[+18]

[Bakugou Katsuki X Female Reader]

[Mafia Bakugou X Stripper Reader]

[All art and characters belong to original creators.]

[All characters are aged up]

[Warnings: rough sex, alcohol, violence, mentions of blood,]

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It had been two weeks since that infamous gangster Bakugou Katsuki had taken you in as his little plaything.

You weren’t working as a girl at the club anymore… you had become his personal thing to use as he please…

But,

It wasn’t what you were expecting at all, he spoilt you almost all the time, buying you new clothes and things that you wanted no matter what it was, he had taken a liking to you.

“Look at you princess~” he mumbled as he stood behind you putting that silver locket around your neck, looking at yourself in the mirror you felt like a completely different person.

The dress that you had on was one you always dreamed of wearing, it was a red dress which ended mid thigh, it hugged your frame awfully well too.

Your hair was done up into a pony tail and your make up, well it didn’t look like you were wearing any make up. Your lips were a soft shade of pink and your cheeks were dusted with a light tinted of red.

Katsuki was dressed in a black buttoned up shirt, with black slacks and a black pair of dress shoes.

“What a pretty girl…” he mumbled against your neck once the necklace was in place.

“Thank you.” You said giving the blonde a bright smile.

“Its a pleasure princess, now are you ready to go out on our little date?” He asked you, arms wrapping around your frame.

“Yes of course, where are we going?” As you spoke you turned around, you arms wrapping around his neck, but your expression didn’t match your tone.

By now you learnt what going on dates meant, he always had business and if you were there it distracted the men he had business with, making them say yes to whatever it was Katsuki offered as long as they got to play a little with you…

You hated it… you hated that he was using your body… no you hated that he wasn’t the one biting and fucking you senseless, the men that used you couldn’t compare to him.

Not one bit.

You had never actually been on a date that didn’t involve him making deals or taking care of someone who pissed him off.

You didn’t complain… because if you did he would get violent and go off for a few days and come back as if he hadn’t left.

But for some reason you did not mind it. It didn’t matter that he stormed out and came back acting is if you two didn’t fight.

He never raised his hand to you… only while you had sex, but then it was pleasurable.

“Princess it’s just one quick stop before our date.” He said as he cupped your cheek, his thumb trailing along your cheek bone.

Your gaze shifted to those crimson hues you fell in love with.

“Will it take long?” You asked with a pout, he gave a soft chuckle as his thumb ran along your bottom lip now, out of habit which you built up for the past two weeks, your lips parted slightly for his thumb.

“It’ll be quick.” He responded.

“Just something that needs to be taken care of tonight.” He said thumb sliding into your mouth, gently caressing your tongue.

“Will you suck daddy off while he drives?” He then asked and you gave a nod, rubbing your tongue against his thumb causing him to smirk.

“That’s a good princess~ let’s go~” he said pulling away taking your hand in his as he pulled you along after grabbing his keys, wallet, gun and your purse for you.

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The drive felt short, especially since he had you leaning over the middle console sucking him off, you had perfected your technique, knowing where to touch him to send him over the edge.

Your head bopping up and down, one of his hands holding your pony tail as if it was a leash and the other on a steering wheel as he focused on the road.

A groan escaped his lips as he pushed your head all the way down forcing you to take his entire length before he had emptied his load down your throat.

“Fuck baby girl… you suck me so fucking good~” he cooed seemingly still on cloud nine.

You made sure not to waste a single drop of the salty essence before you sat back up in your seat looking over at him as he zipped up his pants before handing you a tissue to wipe your mouth off.

You wiped off your mouth and dug in your purse retrieving your lipstick but before you could grab it he handed you a new tube.

It was bright red to match the dress.

“I got you this, try it.” He said.

“Thank you daddy!” You said happily taking the lipstick tube and applying it to your lips.

You made sure that it was spread out evenly before looking over at Katsuki as he parked the car looking back over at you.

A grin plastering his lips.

“Theres my princess~ you look so good with it on~” he hummed cupping your cheek and stroking your cheek bone which had you hum and lean into his touch.

“I could suck you off again after this~ I think you’d like to have a few lipstick marks on your cock daddy~” you said giving his palm a soft kiss leaving a lipstick mark.

“Fuck baby girl I just might, your face is always so pretty when you choke on my cock I can’t say no to you~” he said.

“C'mon let’s get this meeting over and done with.” He said giving your breast a firm squeeze before climbing out of the car.

You followed suit walking around the car to meet him where he waited.

His hand pulled you in close and rested on your ass giving it a few squeezes before he pulled you into the building.

You weren’t too focused on your surroundings when you got there but you noticed that you were in a storage facility.

It was odd… he had never brought you to a place like this before.

Usually it was at the back of a restaurant or a different club… never somewhere as secluded as this.

“Stay close.” He said and you gave him a nod as you entered a room, Kirishima stood with his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at a man with curly green hair and another with mismatched hues and hair, this male had a scar on his left eye.

A burn mark? Perhaps.

You’ve never seen these two men in your life and you sure as hell never seen two man as attractive as Bakugou.

As for Kirishima you’ve seen him come to Katsuki’s apartment to have a few drinks, along with the other two, Denki and Hanta.

You were grateful to see a familiar face though.

Kirishima was always really sweet towards you and he never got violent in front of you, compared to when Katsuki did, but he would chase you out before he would get to the good stuff.

“Glad to see you two bastards made it.” Katsuki spoke.

“Don’t talk like that now Katsuki.” The heterochromic male spoke in a smooth tone, his hands in his pockets.

“We wouldn’t miss out Kacchan, theres no reason to.” The curly green haired male said.

The closer you examined the two the more you noticed the small scars scattered along their hands or on any exposed parts of their bodies.

The green haired man had freckles peppering his skin and a calm expression, he was built rather nicely but he gave a nerdy vibe to him. He had one or two viable tattoos on his neck.

Dressed in a somewhat formal casual suit which consisted of a green shirt, which had a few buttons undone and a pair of black slacks accompanied by red sneakers, which you found… odd but it suited the look weirdly enough.

The one with heterochromic hues and hair had a similar attire to his partner, but he had a red dress shirt with a black vest and a knife holster instead of a gun… how odd.

His shoes were normal black dress shoes.

“And who’s the pretty lady?” The green haired male asked.

“None of your fucking business ya damn nerd, you touch her and I’ll chop your fucking hands off.” Katsuki growled sending shivers up your spine.

You just stood by quietly, not wanting to cause a scene for yourself.

“Just asking, theres no reason to become tense Kacchan. You’re always like that~” the green haired male said with a smug smirk on his lips.

“Shut it Deku.” Katsuki spoke.

You finally could identify the green haired male.

“Are you sure? She’s rather cute I wouldn’t mind paying you to have a few rounds with her~” the heterochromic male spoke,

“Look here icy hot, you’re just beggin’ for me to kill ya ain’t ya?!” Katsuki raised his voice and got closer to the male, but Kirishima pulled him back.

Like he always did, defusing the situation fast.

“C'mon Katsu, don’t do that we need to talk to them about.. ya know.” Kirishima spoke, his voice was nervous but it made you feel at ease.

“Tch..” Katsuki scoffed and stepped back closer to you now, a protective arm wrapping around your waist.

It made you thrilled to know that he was protective over you…

But clearly it only happened when it benefited him.

“Shoto, about the proposition we spoke about over the phone, did you think about it?”

“I did, I think it be interesting what with Shigaraki taking over from his mentor. If we need to keep the peace we’ll have to call a truce between us, don’t you agree Katsuki…” Shoto spoke.

“Don’t talk to me like we’re equals ya half and half bastard… but yeah I guess we have to. Our little feud needs to stop if we wanna take down that creepy bastard.” Katsuki said, his voice sounded slightly deeper than usual it gave you goosebumps.

“That’s the spirit Kacchan. Besides it’s best to knock down Shigaraki now since everything will be in chaos. It’s never a smooth transition when you take over for a former boss.” Deku said clapping his hands together.

But just as he clapped his hands together Sero had walked into the room, dragging along someone behind him who seemed to be struggling.

“We told you that we don’t want any disruptions flat face.” Katsuki said glaring at the male.

“Uh.. well ya see boss this idiot here was sneaking around and he said he had some information about something you needed.” Sero said as he pulled the male forward.

The man looked like some low ranking lackey you’d see in a movie.

A crude grin on his face, tattoos covering his arms and long shaggy hair.

His dark hues glancing over your frame once before shifting to Katsuki.

“Oh, Bakugou Katsuki, I haven’t seen ya ‘round these parts since you took over the south.” The male spoke as if he was familiar with Katsuki.

“You dumb fuckin’ idiot.” Katsuki had pulled away from you and grabbed the males collar and struck him right across the jaw with his fist.

“You think that you can just act like you know me? You got another thing comin’ you bastard.” He growled, his grip tightening on his collar.

None of the other men in the room had made a move to stop Katsuki either.

You stood by too, you didn’t want to get in the way of Katsuki when he’s pissed off at someone.

Your gaze remained on the tattoo man watching him laugh as Katsuki his him square in the jaw and once on the nose.

“You still punch the best ya’ know that Katsuki!” The man laughed.

“What is it you want?” Deku asked, before Katsuki could land another hit on the male.

“Just to relay some information from Shigaraki.” As he spoke you noticed every one in the room tense up, panic spread across their faces, but they all quickly recollected themselves.

“What do you mean?! Huh!?” Katsuki screamed.

“He said that you shouldn’t count on taking him down while he’s transitioning into power, it’s already been done~ whoever’s was telling you this information was lying to you the entire time.” The man talked as if he was in charge here, as if Katsuki didn’t have an iron grip on his shirt.

The room was silent, as if everyone was thinking about what to say, but Katsuki had other plans for the man.

“Well I guess we’ll just have to kill you to send a message huh?” He growled lowly, landing a few blows to his jaw. His red hues filled with rage.

You stood by, gripping your arm watching him beat the shit out of the male, blood splattering on the floor.

“Kacchan wait… we can use him.” Deku said, but again no one made a move to stop Katsuki from beating the man to death, but Katsuki stopped his bloodied fist a few inches from the mans face.

“Haha! I’m not doin shit! But if ya let me go I’ll promise to tell Shigaraki about that dame over there~ I’m sure he wouldn’t mi-…”

Everything happened too fast for your liking, you heard Deku tell Katsuki to stop but all you heard was bone breaking, a skull was smashed against the hard concrete floor and blood pooled around the floor.

“Katsuki! We could have kept him alive to pry information out of him!” Deku said.

“We’ll get that information you damn nerd! Don’t fucking stress out about it.”

As Katsuki spoke he let go of the now probably dead men and went over to you, your body felt hot…

Seeing him like this, blood covering his knuckles and that wild expression on his face sent shivers up your spine, your heart felt like it was beating faster as he stepped closer.

“C'mon. We’re done here, let’s go home.” Katsuki said walking straight past you, he didn’t even check if you’re okay, or grab your hand…

He was extremely pissed off.

And you knew that.

You quickly bowed towards the men who said farewell, but Shoto managed to say a little something extra.

“I was being serious about that, talk to him about you spending a night with me doll face~” he sounded smug, but you didn’t think much of it.

When you got outside Katsuki had grabbed your hand and dragged you to the car.

Without a single word you both got in the car and started making your way back to his apartment.

Silence was unbearable.

“Uhm… Katsuki.” You spoke.

“What?” He snapped, he sounded pissed off.

“Are you okay?” Your voice was quiet.

“No I’m not. I’m pissed off. That damn rat…” he paused.

“Just keep quiet I’m trying to think.” He snapped.

You sunk back in your seat and looked out the window.

He was too pissed off for you to have a normal conversation.

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[Part 1]

[Part 2a]

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currentfandomkick · 4 years

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Marinette did not sign up for this part 4

hey, so OG chapter 4 will now be chapter 5 as the gremlins hijacked this chapter.

part one here previous part here ao3 here

Damian stared in quiet horror as he looked over Ladybug’s exploits after hacking into Paris’ servers. His sister—the one he took down with little effort—had been defending the city for a month before he appeared. From the video of “Stoneheart” he could tell she was given no training. And her partner was flirting with her! When he should be focusing on the mission!

What gathered from further research was the following: his sister and her ‘partner’ were untrained. Their teammates were also untrained. A team of ten untrained teenagers—perhaps younger—were tasked with keeping a villainous coward from stealing their magic artifacts, and with stealing his in turn. A team lead by his sister. A very alone, scared girl from his one interaction with her. Smart (he saw now she knew how to save her own skin. Redirecting his attention was a good move at the time). She is smart and creative because if she isn’t, then her city and her will lose. Be under the control of some madman.

He had to get there, and he doubted he could convince Jon to help him at the moment—why are kyptonians always fighting one another when you need the assistance of one?

Father would stop him.

The League was keeping Father in Gotham and he didn’t have individual access yet…

He was stuck for the moment, and did not like it. Perhaps Grayson could prove useful? He’d ask once the man was done resting from patrol.

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Cass was enjoying Paris. She spotted the possible sister at the bakery with her adoptive mother. They were happy. Cass likes that.

Cass moved quickly through the crowd, managing to make it to the bakery.

Marinette ran into her.

“Ah! Sorry!” the girl managed to catch her things before they hit the ground.

Cass waved her hands, indicating there was no harm or foul. The girl was no clumsy—Shifu Cheng was ill-informed. Those reflexes and her expression before indicated nothing but an intense focus on something else. On what, Cass wasn’t sure.

Yet.

For now, Cass took a seat in the bakery, smiling at the kind woman working the front. Sabine Cheng, the woman who raised the maybe-Bat.

Cass began doing her own research, messaging Babs that she saw Soup Girl for a moment, and would be assessing her parents. She knew of cases in Gotham where things weren’t always right, and she wanted to be certain that this girl was safe, regardless of if she’s a Bat or not.

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Tim decided to ignore Babs offer in the end. The possibility of owing Jason was low given both him and Cass are on the Case. Jason is good, don’t get him wrong, but the chances of Jason actually talking to the girl in a real conversation before the rest of them? As Red Hood?

This is a calculated risk and the odd are in Tim’s favor. (Well, not in Jason's.)

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Steph hummed as she went over the designer pool she was looking over. Shockingly low given its Paris—granted 200 girls is a lot to investigate… she didn’t give the others all the information she had though.

According to Damian, she “posts a disgusting amount” which means she’s posting or tagged often. When she used some of Babs old filtering program with social media involved, it brought the candidates down to 30. She could go through thirty teenage designers social media and comb over who at least has some genes that are dominant from the Wayne side. Her natural hair had to be medium brunette at the lightest, so the natural blondes took out seven candidates right off the bat. While blue or green eyes would give them more priority on the list, eye color genes are weird. Weirdly, five of her candidates had attached earlobes, so she only had 18 left after that filter was put on… Bruce’s hair isn’t curly, so two girls with intensely curly natural hair were taken off the list. Bruce’s thin lips only knocked out two more candidates.

That left Stephanie Brown with 14 designers in Paris to find and investigate in the right age range, because she doesn’t think Bruce started having sex at 15, unlike Tim who is allowing college kids into his ‘could be Bruce’s daughter’ mix.

Stephanie is also going to need a plane ticket to meet these girls, and that means getting help from one of Wayne kids… Or stowing away on the private jet that she knows Tim can and will be using sometime today to do ground work himself.

She’s cool stowing away—Babs is covering for her on principle since Tim wouldn’t take the deal. Steph was smart enough to relinquish one piece of blackmail in total in exchange for use of Babs filtering tech—she has more than that thanks to one Supergirl spilling a number of things Babs has done over the years. Has Stephanie mentioned she’s the only one of the Bats to listen to Oracle, Queen of Technology, in this bet? She is, and she is better for it.

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Marinette managed to make it to the Agrests Mansion with little issue this time. Today she was going to one of the production lines with Gabriel to learn how to reset the machines and program them to follow any simple stitch pattern she wanted. It was good.

She also noticed that during none of her times with Gabriel, was there a single akuma sighting. Not an attack—those never happened anywhere near their time together. It was an… interesting pattern. She was beginning to suspect that if Hawkmoth wasn’t Gabriel (he was akumatized, it can’t be him. Get that theory out of your head Marinette), then it had to be someone who worked for him, and high on the food chain.

She made sure to memorize each of his ‘supervising managers’ and partners’ names. One of them had to be Hawkmoth. And Gabriel had to be someone that this Hawkmoth either really respected or really didn’t want handle re-scheduling with. Which would be all of them…

She really wished she had more time to dig into their lives herself. For now, she had to trust Max and Markov to do the research… which reminded her, her name had been pinged on multiple searches in Gotham last night. From numerous devices. If the Bats were planning anything…

Marinette gripped her purse a bit tighter. Her team has her back. She just doesn’t want them caught up in this mess too. She wishes that Aquaman never showed up. If he hadn’t, then the Bats wouldn’t be looking into her civilian life, the one they already knew about but only now deemed worthy of their attention.

She wished they would just stop—she won’t look into the Great Detectives. She knows she’s not one of them. That she wouldn’t hack it in Gotham. But Damnit, in Paris? Her Territory—she does more than hack it. Sure, she may have blown herself up that one time, and yes, there is the timeline where as Princess Justice she may have sort of broke the world by forcing it to conform to that akumatized version of hers’ idea of Absolute Justice (apparently she was ruthless, made no exceptions and took out a third of the Justice League using Multimouse at the time on top of it all). Yes, she is not a perfect leader. Or hero. But Damnit, her (admittedly two) supervillians have been almost caught twice. Her re-akumatazation rate is much lower than any of the Justice League’s heroes’ normal villain or general crime recidivism rate by more than a little. By a lot. She’s not some Detective but she’s a damn good strategist, a champion at improvising and she and her team do work with the public and victims and reworked so much of Paris’ social culture to lower akuma-creating circumstances and keep the public emotionally healthy.

She’s no detective.

She’s a Guardian. That means caring about the details that shift the bigger pieces. That means adaption with what is there and creating what she needs. That means knowing her limits and getting help—to set an example and prove that not even her or Chat are an island. That even superheroes need help, need others and need to work together.

She’s no detective. Detectives work alone.

Her? She’s forged a team that (she hopes) could become the new Order of Gaurdians with her… some day. For now, they’re heroes with the same mission and different roles to play.

Marinette just wishes that she could shut up this hunch since its been disproven. Her instincts on guilt and possible baddies aren’t the best—Adrien’s job is to sense what’s wrong and take them out. Hers is to make whatever is needed to help fix things, to push someone forward and help them grow. Her job to craft a better tomorrow today… and to do that, she lost the parts of her that picked up Danger. She can still find Caution signs (and her anxiety will always invent danger) but real Danger detection went to Adrien when she agreed to become Ladybug in the first place… And until both her and Adrien renounce their roles as the pair wielding the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculouses, she’ll always be missing it.

The same way Adrien is missing his ability to think outside the box—seeing things as what they could become to help them went to her. He can only see potential threat and act on them. She can only see potential aide and act on that.

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Jason grinned when he managed to make it into Paris. The second there was some damn akuma attack, he was grabbing the baby Bat and hunting Hawkmoth his way—she need the jewelry? Fine. She can have it. The guy brainwashing kids? The one that slaughtered the city? He’s Jason’s. ---------

Bruce didn’t like being benched. He doesn’t like not knowing he had another child. He especially doesn’t like that this one is constantly preventing an apocalypse and his allies can’t be bothered to even send him anything about it. Not even a basic ‘she’s not living on the streets’ like Jason did. Or ‘she’s got parents here, calm down’ so he could get this stupid instinct to storm Paris and take on the bastard threatening his family that he didn’t know he had.

Apparently Barbra has a hunch, but isn’t sharing until she has “conclusive evidence” of his daughter’s identity. Damian just isn’t speaking of it. As if being someone’s father biologically gives him a built-in alarm system for when he’s had a child and the ability to track them down at birth. Damian being raised in the League of Assassins should be enough proof to the contrary there.

The others were… he wasn’t absolutely certain, but fairly certain his self-proclaimed ‘middle kid club’ were tracking his missing daughter down themselves. Possibly to claim her as part of their group, specifically.

God, she was so young, It was before he even heard of the League that she was born. In that lifetime before becoming Batman. Would she like him? He was absent her whole life—did she want to meet him, meet the family? They’re a mess, he knows it. But they’re his—he chose them and they chose him. Would she chose him too?

He watched another video of Ladybug in her early days, before she and her partner (dear god he’s cat-themed. Is it genetic? Should he test her and himself for some ‘drawn to dresses-as-a-cat’ gene?) were given any kind of training.

She blew herself up to stop her city from being taken over by ‘Animan’ and his creatures.

His daughter.

Exploded.

(She died. She died and he didn’t know. God he’s a horrible parent, and he hasn’t even parented her yet.)

She died.

To keep her city safe.

She somehow reconstituted. But her face, in that video, she was shocked.

His daughter should be dead but she’s not.

Magic, he’s so glad his daughter uses magic.

He. He’s going to need to consult someone. Raven? Raven should work. He can’t talk to the Justice League—nothing wrong with talking to the half-demon all of his Robins that lead the Titans has worked with.

Loopholes.

The Justice League is horrible at closing them.

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Dick wanted to be mad when Damian came clean to him about the needles. He wanted to freak out over almost losing a sister he hasn’t met.

He did.

But.

But this is Damian.

Damian who still has trouble connecting. Who still flinches at certain tones of voice and phrasing. Damian who desperately wants to do Good but… struggles.

Damian who has all of Bruce’s communication problems and then some.

So no, Dick did not scream when he found out Damian only sparred “the blood daughter” because she looked too frail and weak for her to be considered anything resembling a threat to him. He did not sigh when he found out that Bruce didn’t know when Damian assumed he did. He did not hit himself when Damian discussed the various weapons he’d gifted her as a apology with the bouquets over the years and their meanings.

He did take a deep breath, and begin explaining from this baby bat’s stance what had happened.

“Imagine for a moment that it was me before I became Robin, and I was almost killed by someone who only let me live if I never contacted a shared parent or that parent’s known family. How do you think Pre-Robin me would have responded?”

“You would have feared for your life and done whatever you could to prevent contact.”

“Now, imagine I wasn’t told who to be avoiding, only aliases.”

“You would avoid everyone with an alias that you did not help them create, and keep them from unknown aliases.”

Dick snapped his fingers. “Exactly. That’s what this sister, what are we calling her?”

“Her alias is Ladybug.”

“Yes, that is what Ladybug was going through before Aquaman made contact.”

Damian was quiet for a moment. “She must be on edge.”

Dick nodded at that. “She probably is.”

Damian furrowed his brow. “Do you think the League would allow me to contact her and end our agreement?”

Dick rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not sure, but we can try.”

“… And if they refuse?”

“Then we find another way. We’re Bats,” Dick reassured Damian. He just hoped the missing members weren’t doing anything too rash…

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Marinette made a (painful) decision. Adrien and her would swap miraculouses—at least until there were less pings on her sites from Gotham. For added protection, she kept the Mouse miraculous on. Chatte Noire was less known, and she doubted Wonder Woman or Aquaman informed Batman about the miraculous of Creation and Destruction’s particular… refusal to let anyone but a pair chosen together to wield them at any point.

Chatte Noire would only be on call for a day or so… what’s the worst that can happen?

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the characters are jinxing themselves, and procrastinating the (vague) plot of Shenanigans. i swear.

if anyone can message me on how to add in a read more, that’d be great since i know these can get long to scroll past for mobile users.

@heldtogetherbysafetypins @laurcad123 @raisuke06 @chaosace @jeminiikrystal @toodaloo-kangaroo @kris-pines04 @laurcad123

#maribat #bio!dad bruce #marinette did not sign up for this #part 4 #long post #my writing #i hate formatting #how do i tag

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roseelise · 4 years

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Safe Place (JJ Maybank)

Reposting all my writings from @r0s3mm, my main blog, it is not stolen or plagiarized. All my works on my masterlist are main unless stated otherwise.

Hello! Welcome to 2-h, the back up account of @r0s3mm, I’ll be posting my works on here too until (hopefully) my blog gets restored and if not this will become my main blog.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Elizabeth Miller (not canon for SWEET)

Word Count: 2349

Author’s note/warnings: mentions of physical and mental abuse, PTSD, fighting, injuries description, soft JJ, supporting/soft pogues, John B being a good friend,

Requested: Hi! Can you do a JJ Maybank request where y/n is getting abused at home and when jj is mad and John b it scares y/n. She’s usually confident and denies anything JJ asks. Jj steps towards y/n and she yells at him. Y/n tries to back away from him, but she trips and gets hurt from her previous bruises. Jj helps her but she is still reluctant, and it is super cute ;)))

Again, I changed it to an Elizabeth Miller x JJ Maybank bc yeah, I prefer writing it

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It was raining when Elizabeth arrived at the Routledge’s house, already playing nervously with her sweater she looked at her reflection in a window, hoping that the harsh rain hadn’t smudged or “wiped off” her make up covered bruises. Her whole body ached as she walked the few steps leading to the front door.

“Hello?” She said opening the door.

“You’re so fucking full of yourself John B!” She heard JJ yell. “Thinking that you’re better or whatever!”

“You’re on probation JJ! Peterkin gave you chances after chances and you keep blowing it!” She heard heavy footsteps coming her way and she stiffened.

Both teenagers seeing the girl but not saying anything to her.

“I’LL BE FINE JOHN B! Unlike you I managed to survive without my friends’ parents or the fucking sheriff bailing me out everything I fuck up.” The blonde yells, finger pointing at his best friend as he walked closer to him, a few inches between them.

“Don’t listen, don’t listen.” Elizabeth whispered to herself as she walked a foot from them going to sit on the couch, her pointer fingers scratching off the skin around her fingers.

“You’re a fucking asshole JJ, the Carrera’s and the Heyward’s always offered to help you but you’re too damn proud to accept it. Don’t fucking complain about not having shit when you have it but don’t take it.” John B said, raising his arms in anger, moving suddenly towards the brunette making her flinch.

She saw his face change, softening, while JJ was still fueled with anger.

“That’s how I was raised John B, I don’t need handouts.” He yells getting angrier at the pity in his best friend’s eyes. John B’s eyes fleeting quickly to the girl, trying to make her way to the guest room with getting anyone’s attention.

“JJ, calm down.” John B said, suddenly calm at the sight of the slightly trembling girl.

“I’m so sick of your hypocrite shit John B.” He said turning around to throw his fist into the wall, the punch landing not even a foot away from the girl making her whimper and flinch hard, hard enough that she walked straight into the ottoman, falling on the floor on her side. Screaming in pain, it pulls JJ out of his anger, John B immediately at the girl’s side, helping her stand up, flinching when his hand pulls her up by her shoulders.

“Don’t- don’t touch me John B.” She said quietly.

“I’m just hel—”

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME, JOHN!” She screams, her voice so vulnerable it wasn’t as loud or as strong and confident as she had hoped. The teenager raises his hand into the air defensively, leaving her on the floor. JJ alarmed at seeing his usually bright and confident girlfriend so vulnerable takes a step towards her, only to have her take a step back towards the hallway. She watches his expression change to a pained and confused one, never had she flinched away from him. She subconsciously puts a hand over her shoulder, rubbing it and wincing. She raises her arm in the air, making her shirt riding up and the boys gasp when they see the violet, blue and yellow marks on her side.

“Angel?” JJ calls out to the girl, his voice cracking, not believing his eyes.

“I’m okay, JJ. Bad fall is all.” She mumbles. “I’m gonna change my clothes, they’re all damp from the rain.” She says trying to hold back a sob at the pressure on her side. She takes a breath and walks to the spare room, closing the door behind him.

“What’s going on?” John B asks his blonde best friend. JJ shakes his head in shock and pain, recognizing the same defensive and fidgety persona he had been stuck with since he was a child.

“I’ll- I’ll be back.” He says softly to his friend, his breathing hard.

He walks hesitantly to the door, moving the knob without a sound, finding locked.

“Angel... Can you open the door for me please?” He mumbles against the door, his voice soft. “I’m sorry I scared you, would you mind letting me see your pretty face?” He asks, he looked back at John B, seeing his friend looking at the door with pity. His attention snaps back towards the door when he heard sniffles.

“I’m fine, J. Just changing, I’ll be out in a sec.” She says and he immediately knows that she is right against the door.

“I love you, Beth.” He says his head falling on the door with a thud.

On the other side of the door, Elizabeth is sitting against the door, looking at her half naked body, her hands tracing the weirdly shaped bruises. She stifles a sob when she hears JJ sliding down the door. She stands up, puts on dry clothes belonging to JJ and she slips into the bed, curling up on herself.

After a while, forty-five minutes to be exact, JJ starts to get worried.

“John B?” The curly headed teen looks up at his best friend, sitting in front of him against the wall. “You still got that key, right?” John B nods and stands up, going to his room and coming back a minute later with a silver key, handing it to the blonde.

“I’ll go out, get us some food from The Wreck, maybe get Kie and Pope here?” John B offers receiving a grateful smile.

“Sounds good. Seeing Kie will probably make her feel better.” JJ agrees, gripping the key tightly, he stands up, offering a hug to his friend. “Thanks, JB.”

“Anything for you man, her too.” He walks out the front door, leaving the two broken souls to put the pieces together.

He makes sure to not startle her or make any loud noises. He unlocks the door, seeing that the room had been plunge in darkness. He turns his head towards where the bed is, hearing her soft snores. He turns on the bedside lamp, making the girl frown is her sleep.

“Angel,” he says being careful to not hurt her as he caressed her hair. “open your eyes for me.” He mumbles

“Mmmh” she says burrowing her head in the pillow JJ usually used. “JJ?” she raises her head only to see her blonde headed boyfriend look at her with sad blue eyes. “what are you doing here? I locked the door.” She looks at the door seeing a key stuck inside the lock. “oh.”

“are you okay?” he asks, digging deep into her green eyes.

“yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” her eyes avoiding his

“look at me, Beth.” He asks and she does. “you know that I love you, right? So much, but I want you to tell me who hurt you.”

“N-nobody, I told you I fell down the stairs the other night. Went to a party at some kooks house with friends and got drunk.” She says looking directly into his eyes, repeating the rehearsed line that she used oh so many times and that’s when it clicked in JJ’s mind, she had used this excuse a few times, never making him doubt anything because he knew his girlfriend was clumsy.

“Shit. Beth how long has this been going on?”

“Since I was born, JJ. You know I’m not the best on my feet” she says moving her head to the side slightly and he gasps, eyes wide in horror as he sees the blueish, yellowish borderline green faded bruise on the side of her face, followed by some smaller ones scattered to her neck. “what?” she asks sitting up against her body’s wishes and she looks in the mirror, “oh fuck” she mumbles when she notices that the foundation, she had spent minutes blending on the face had been smudged. She looks at the white pillow seeing a pinkish tint on it.

JJ felt angry; anger, pain, pity, sadness. He was overcome with emotions at seeing his girlfriend avoid his gaze, her lower lip trembling as sobs silently and rapidly took over her body. JJ reaches out to bring her to his chest only to have her flinch away.

“Baby, baby, look at me, angel.” He says searching for her eyes. He doesn’t want to touch her in case she gets scared and shuts off. “Come on, my angel, show me the forest I love so much.” He says referring to her forest green eyes. She looks up, eyes filled to the brim with water. “Oh, my angel.” He says reaching softly for her hands, his own going up her arms with a feather like touch, adding pressure to her shoulders and bring her body against his.

He holds her tightly, without hurting her as sobs after sobs escape her body. He lifts her up, her legs naked under the blankets and a shaky breath leaves his lips when he sees the top of her legs covered in fists shaped bruises. He burrows his face in the crook of her neck, leaving frail kisses up her neck and to her lips. Peck after peck as the both let go of the tears that accumulated in their eyes.

“Show me.” He says against her lips and she presses a long kiss to his pink lips before breathing in.

“Promise- JJ promise me that you won’t go over there.” She says her eyes closed.

“who did that?”

“Kevin,”

“your mom’s friend?” she nods and he breaths in through his nose, before kissing her forehead. Keeping his hands on her as she painfully removes the hoodie. JJ’s eyes catch sights of her bruised skin, inches after inches. He inhales noisily, his hands rubbing comfortingly her thighs and the skin appearing. She sits back on her knees, JJ following her, he grabs her hands, kissing the tip of each finger, then her palms where marks of nails had been dug. He kisses up each arm, laying her back carefully as if she was made of porcelain. Her tears never stopping.

“So beautiful.” He mumbles against her shoulder. He places himself between her thighs, kissing each bruise that he could touch. “I love you so much, my angel.” He takes off his own shirt, nothing sexual about it, simply wanting his own bruised skin to touch hers. She knew about his home situation, Elizabeth being witness to it to many times to count in the years they had known each other.

They lay down on the bed, before JJ sits up and walks to the door, grabbing the key and putting it on the table, he locks the door and goes back to her. They face each other, her red eyes looking up at him, she felt safe for the first time in days. She felt at home, her own fingers tracing the bruises on his abdomen, something she had done dozens of time whenever they were intimate or simply when JJ had had a bad few days at home.

“I love you.” She says as he wipes away a tear from her cheek and she leans into his comforting and tender touch.

“I’ll get us out of here, I promise.” He mumbles and kisses her lips a last time before he pulls their half naked bodies together and they fall asleep for a short nap.

A nap that’s interrupted when the front door slams shut, the girl’s body stiffening and relaxing when she hears her friends’ laughter and loud voices. She breathes out in relief and rests against the warm skin of her boyfriend’s.

“Hi.” His voice his full of sleep and he tightens his hold on her.

“Hello.” She speaks against his skin, smiling at the comforting thought of her boyfriend and their friends. She places a kiss between his two pecs, making him sigh.

“I’ll go with them, okay? Let you put some clothes on.” He kisses the top of her head before reluctantly getting out of the bed.

“I love you, JJ” She smiles as he puts his shirt over his head, leaving the boots next to the bed.

“I love you, my angel.” He unlocks and opens the door, all the gazes settling on him and he shifts uncomfortably.

“How’s she?” John B asks, concerned about his friend.

“She’ll be good.”

“Is she coming out?” Kie asks her voice shaking.

“Yeah, just changing clothes. Guys, don’t—”

“We get it, J” Pope says slapping his friend on the shoulder, bringing him in for a hug.

JJ hears shuffling behind the door, his head snapping to the opening door, her small frame walking through. Her body was engulfed in his clothes, her face fresh of any make up, the girls, Kie and Sarah, gasp at the sight of their friend. John B and Pope angry like never before.

“My baby.” Kie sighs opening her arms to her best friend. Elizabeth walks to the girl letting her engulf her in a safe hug, Sarah following soon after, the two tallest girls holding the broken girl up. She pulls away from them, looking up at the two boys next to her boyfriend, both sporting angry expressions and she walked to them getting on her tip toes and kissing their cheeks.

“I’m gonna be okay.” She says, walking backwards until her back collides JJ’s chest, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed a kiss to her neck, making her smile. “I’m safe.”

#obx jj #jj maybank #jj maybank x Elizabeth Miller #JJ Maybank one shot #beth miller x jj maybank #jj #Rudy Pankow #Outerbanks #SWEET masterlist #r0s3mm #fluff #smut #angst #physical & mental abuse

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threeletterslife · 4 years

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Cuss Out

→ summary: As a senior in an old, cockroach-infested school, you’d honestly rather die than take a zero period class at the asscrack of dawn. But there’s a quiet boy who sits next to you that keeps you from ditching. He’s kinda cute (although you’ve never really seen his face). Yikes. But as they say, actions speak louder than words, right?

→ pairing/rating: jungkook x reader | PG-13

→ genre: this was supposed to be fluff until i realized how fucking funny this whole situation is so now the majority of it is crack | high school!au

→ warnings: profanity as always

→ wordcount: 2.3k

→ a/n: inspiration hit because i hate my physics class and guys this is like my FIRST crack fic on tumblr after having a depressing fic streak 🤭 i hope you laugh as much as i cackled when i wrote this shit

Say you're on your deathbed. Your right leg is already crossing the thin line that divides life and the afterlife; you begin to feel your body succumb to death. But an angel appears. She sparkles, glimmers, and asks if you would like a second chance. You nod your head frantically. Anything to see another day, another sunrise. But the angel says there is a price to pay. She twirls her long, curly blonde hair with a perfectly manicured, dainty finger.

She leans in and you catch a whiff of Bath and Body Works' Beautiful Day perfume. It makes you feel uneasy. You don't trust that smell.

"If you want a second chance, my dear Y/N," she sings, her voice light and feathery. "Then you must retake AP Physics C."

I what???

Your daydream skids to a complete stop and you jerk awake, hands flying to steady yourself and eyes wide in confusion.

You look around your stupid zero period AP Physics C class to see if anyone had witnessed your embarrassing actions. But it looks like everyone else is half asleep—except those crazy kids who are actually taking notes. You breathe a sigh of relief before turning towards your uptight teacher, Mr. Chung. He's droning on about magnetism again, his posture annoyingly straight and voice fairly high-pitched—like he never went through puberty. Honestly, if you hear him say 'right-hand rule' one more time, you might just raise your own right hand and slap the shit out of the nearest person. And that person happens to deserve a good slapping, in your opinion.

She's the pesky girl in front of you that won't stop spritzing her stupid perfume in ten-minute intervals. You swear to the heavens you used to like the scent of Beautiful Day. But now, it makes you want to throw up.

Yes, AP Physics C is the epitome of a hellhole.

What's more, you don't know anyone in the class, which makes everything worse than it already is. You wouldn't be surprised if some kids in the period thought you were mute—rightfully, too, because you've never spoken a single word. Frankly, you don't feel the need to.

God, lecture days are the worst. Mr. Chung yaps on and on about a subject that frankly, you don't give two shits about. You're only taking this to fill up your schedule, anyway. Besides, the only unit you enjoy in physics (electric circuits) is over, which means everything else is tedious and stupid.

You don't know how you're going to survive another few months of this.

Then again, you suppose something does keep you coming to your zero period class every day. It's the only thing that actually keeps you from ditching.

There's this quiet boy that sits right next to you. As a fairly reclusive person yourself, you know shy people don't really catch people's attention. But he does.

Well, you barely even know what he looks like since he wears a cap covering his face or pulls a hood over his head every day. So you can safely say the boy doesn't interest you because of his good looks. He piques your interest because he is weirdly considerate.

You're a zero period class, which means when you come into the classroom, the stupid chairs are set on top of the stupid tables so the janitors can clean the stupid floor. It's such a fucking pain in the ass to have to haul your rather heavy chair back down at seven a.m. in the morning so you can sit on it for fifty-seven instructional minutes.

You've embarrassingly struggled over putting your chair back down for the first month of school. But after that first month, magically, your chair would be put down for you.

The boy who sits next to you would be the only one near your seating row. So you know it's his doing. But strangely enough, your seating row consists of four seats. He only puts down the chair for you and himself.

It's an awfully sweet gesture that doesn't go unnoticed.

And he's been doing that every day without fail since last year.

Honestly, it's your senior year and you wouldn't be too against ditching your zero period class, but he keeps you grounded. You need to come every day to see if he puts down your chair. It's the only interesting thing going on in your life, anyway. College decisions are out, you're completely stress-free and you're only coming to school so the office doesn't report you to your parents.

Come to think of it, you're not even sure what the boy's name is. Jeon... Junook? Joonuk? You've only heard his friends call him by his last name, so that's what you've been calling him in your head.

Jeon.

It sounds kinda dreamy.

Yikes. I cannot be possibly falling for a boy I haven't spoken a word to.

But even the way he makes sweater paws with his oversized hoodies is fucking adorable. And sometimes, his head droops a bit, which means he's dosing off again. See? You have that in common with him. Both of you can't stay awake during Mr. Chung's lecture.

You applaud anyone who can stay awake through Mr. Chung's monotonous lectures, actually. Okay, back on track, though.

You've been keeping your little crush on Jeon to yourself for months. You're sure your secret will stay with you when you graduate this stupid hellhole that they call a school. You can't wait to leave this cockroach-infested high school. Well, you'll miss your friends, a couple of teachers, of course. And you'll miss Jeon too... But other than that, you can't wait to leave.

The sound of Mr. Chung yelling at a fellow student makes your daydreaming come to a halt. You sigh. Every week, that man gives out at least one detention. You figured your best bet to not get one is to not talk at all. It's been working so far, too.

You look over at Jeon to see how he's faring. But his head is on his desk, his arms covering his face entirely.

Must've had a rough night.

You're contemplating whether to wake him or not. Mr. Chung might go on a serious rampage if he catches someone so blatantly ignoring his oh-so-important lecture. You're just about to muster up all your courage to speak your very first word to Jeon—and your first word in the class—when something scuttles beneath your feet.

You freeze.

Oh, fucking hell no.

It is what you think it is.

A big, fat, ugly, winged-ass roach.

It twitches its antennas almost sinisterly, and you scream silently, mouth open in shock. If it flies straight at you, it's game over. You're logging out of the group chat of life.

Ohmygod. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

Okay, if you're smart about this, you'll get out of it without a major heart attack. You slowly tug your feet up to your chest, hands shaking and eyes glued onto the disgusting insect.

Apparently, the cockroach does not like being called disgusting in your thoughts. It twitches its antennas again as if to give you a warning signal.

Bitch, you curse at it.

You regret doing that.

The fucking cockroach hears you. And the next thing you know, it's flying straight at you with what you assume is blind rage.

You have no time to think. You scream the first words that come to your brain, "FUCKING SHIT," before nearly falling out of your chair to escape the terror of the fugly cockroach.

The roach manifests itself on your backpack, probably smug about the terror he'd just caused you.

Meanwhile, the whole class is staring at you. You, the quiet, shy girl that some people didn't know existed.

And for the first time, you're able to get a clear look at Jeon's face. His hood had fallen off of his head from the force he had jerked awake when he had heard your vulgar cussing. He's beautiful. His slightly long, curly hair brushes against his wide, doe eyes, and he's staring you down with a shocked look on his face. Your lips part as you examine his features. Oh fuck. I didn't expect that to be under the caps and hoods. And the fact that he's intensely meeting your gaze... You flush, unable to take his blatant stare, you turn away to see your teacher shaking his head at you.

"Y/N. That was unacceptable behavior," Mr. Chung's stern voice yells at you from across the classroom. Your teacher looks a bit shocked at your outburst as everyone else in the room. "We do not... partake in such profanity."

Your eyes grow larger as you stutter, pointing at the cockroach on your backpack. "I-I! Mr. Chung—"

"Detention, Y/N. I'll see you after school."

"I—" you start, fists clenched and eyes watering up with frustration. "I'm sorry, but there was a—"

"WHAT THE FUCK?! THERE'S A BIG ASS FUCKING COCKROACH. HOLY SHIT!"

Your eyes bulge out as you see Jeon of all people yell at the top of his lungs. His voice is surprisingly soft even when he's using it to shriek vulgar profanities. He turns back to grin at you, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Before you can even react to his unthinkable gesture, Mr. Chung begins to yell:

"Jungkook! That is absolutely unacceptable. Profanity will not be tolerated in this classroom! Both of you! Detention after school!" Your teacher huffs. Jungkook. You perk up at the sound of Jeon's actual name, a stupid smile blossoming on your face. Bad timing, though. "What are you smiling about? You know what, both of you leave the class until you are able to behave yourselves."

Humiliation tinges your ears red as you hang your head low. God forbid you were being chided by your teacher like you were back in freshman year.

"There's a cockroach on her backpack, Mr. Chung," Jungkook protests, crossing his arms.

Warmth floods through your cheeks as Jungkook defends you.

"Did I ask?" Mr. Chung counters to your utmost disbelief. "Leave your backpacks and get out of class. We'll talk when the period ends."

Fuck.

Jungkook looks over at you, shrugging. He mouths, Oh, well, we tried. Let's go.

Wait, alone time with Jeon Jungkook outside of class? Maybe the cockroach was a sign of luck. Even so, you shudder as you look at the disgusting piece of shit sitting on your backpack. The ugliest luck on Earth, that is.

You maneuver your way around your bag, quickly following behind Jungkook as he struts out of class as if nothing had happened. You feel the eyes of all of your classmates on your back and you would be lying if you said you weren't sweating up a storm.

The moment you're out of the class and away from the windows and door of the room, Jungkook lets out a large sigh of relief.

"That was one hell of a cockroach," he laughs, his nose scrunching up cutely and bangs falling in front of his eyes.

"Y-Yeah," you manage to answer. "Sorry. I think I might've gotten you in trouble..."

Jungkook grins. "Pity. Guess I'll have to spend time with you in detention."

"Do you think Mr. Chung will kill us?"

The boy snorts, casually leaning against the wall and gives you a sideways glance, tilting his head curiously to look at you. "That man's all talk and no action. He hasn't put a student in detention in thirty years... Although he seems like he does every week. I think we'll be fine."

You nod, cheeks turning red as Jungkook stares you down.

"You know, I've been meaning to talk to you for a while," he confesses, smiling softly at you. "But I'm always drowsy zero period, so I didn't want to say something stupid. You really woke me up today. Thanks, honestly."

"O-Oh," you mumble, "yeah, um, no problem. Oh, and thanks for putting my chair down for me every day."

"No biggie," Jungkook grins. "Oh, and by the way, you free this weekend?"

"Uh, yeah," you say, nodding, heart beating as you realize what this is going to lead to.

"Good!" Jungkook exclaims. "I've always wanted to take you out sometime... Is this Saturday okay?"

You nod, too shell-shocked to speak. Turns out the shy boy isn't so shy at all. He'd been quiet because he was tired.

"Great!" he says, clasping his hands together.

The rest of the conversation flowing nicely. The two of you are really getting to know each other. And you find that your instincts had been very accurate—this boy is godsent.

When the bell rings to signalize the end of zero period, you're honestly a bit disappointed. For the first time, you wish your zero period dragged on longer.

"Well, it was so nice getting to you know," Jungkook says as he waves his phone. "I'll text you the details about our date later!" He begins to walk backward away from you, waving.

You watch him like you're entranced in a deep, magical spell.

"Y/N?" he calls when he's several feet away from you.

"Yeah?" you answer.

"You know, I didn't know you were such a cuss out!" he says, winking at you. "Would've never pinned you as the type!"

You giggle, shaking your head. "Speak for yourself!" you call back, making Jungkook grin wider. "And Jungkook?" God, his name sounds so right, rolling off your tongue.

"Yeah?"

"You forgot your backpack, silly. It's still in the classroom."

"Oh shit!"

masterlist

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook crack #jungkook fluff #jungkook #bts fanfction #cuss out #i imagined this whole story line in my chem class #this was originally supposed to take place in an ap chem class but then physics whipped my ass more than chem so #i kinda laughed writing this #i'm kinda lame

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slowlymadeart · 5 years

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[Image 1 Description: A Crowd of people, all colored blue, with the label "Interneters" on them. To the left of the crowd a young man stands out. He is a repeat character. We'll call him "The Interneter." He has dark brown skin, short light blue dread-locks. He wears a burgundy colored hoodie, a dark teal V-neck shirt, and dark bluish-grey jeans. The Interneter says "You never told us what a "Spoonie" is."

To the middle right is Rachel, we can only see to the bottom of her shirt for now. (She has pale white skin, short and messy blonde hair, teal shirt with ferns printed on each side, Maroon shorts, light cyan thigh-high stocking with cut outs of leaves on them, maroon shoes). Rachel, smiling wearily, looking right at us, holding her index finger up:"Well, you could just google it. But hey, what the heck? Why pass up an opportunity to be the first person who tells you what it means?"

We see Rachel again on the lower left side, smiling while raising an eyebrow, holding her left hand to her face, and her right hand out towards us: "Ya ready?"

The crowd lines the bottom of the image. The Interneter stands in the middle, with a speech bubble above "Yes." and a speech bubble to his bottom right, "That's why we asked."]

[Image 2 Description: There is a lavender square at the top of this image, on it is the text: "Spoonie" comes from a disability metaphor first described in a 2003 essay by christine miserandino called "The Spoon Theory" in which she tells the story of trying to explain to a friend what it feels like to have lupus, using spoons as visual representation of her daily energy. She actually handed her friend a bouquet of spoons and said: "

Below Christine, a white woman with long brunette hair, a white headband, purple dress shirt and jeans, holds out a sparkling bouquet of spoons saying "Here you go".

Below this we see her down on one knee. To her right her friend, female, brown skin, long braided dark brunette hair with a reddish tint, blue over-all dress, and teal leggings, sits on a stool holding the spoons Christine handed her.

"You have Lupus." Christine says, to which her friend nervously responds "Haha, whaaat?...... Please explain."]

[Image 3 Description: Another lander square fills the top of this image, on it is a quote from Christine's Essay, "Most people start the day with unlimited amounts of possibilities- energy to do whatever they desire...for the most part, they do not need to worry about the effects of their actions...I wanted something for her to actually hold, for me to then take away. If I was in control of taking away the spoons, then she would know what it feels like to have something else being in control."

Below Christine sits alone, her legs "criss-cross". She is smiling at us and holds a giant spoon. Around her are little blurbs in purple text, "Might actually own a giant spoon" "Has done awesome advocacy work" "Read more at butyoudontlooksick.com (if you want to)"]

[Image 4 Description: a chart titled "How Spoon Theory Works". A single spoon equals a unit of energy that a person can use safely. On the left is "spoon cost per activities" on the right is icons to show the activities.

1 spoon; Getting out of bed, taking medications, changing clothes. 2 spoons; Watching a tv show, a microwavable meal, using the internet.3 spoons; Enagaing in a small activity like art, cleaning something, making a meal that required stove or oven.4 spoons; Taking a shower, leaving your home, socializing.

Narration text: Why use it? I'll let this quote by a doctor who was originally using buckets of water (???) with patients explain. "Using analogies and/or metaphors...can help clinicians and patients' loved ones get a better understanding of the impact of specific activities on a patient." (John Hopkins Neurologist Scott Newsome, DO, on the topic of "Spoon Theory")]

[Image 5 Description: The Interneter is looking worried, sweating. He says to Rachel,

"Oh wait, so I have major depression disorder, insomnia, and ADHD. During my last episode, I was barely able to make it to one class a day, and maybe get one meal. My insomnia felt uncontrollable. I ran out of mental brain power for my classes, but I still attempted as much class work as I could, even if my brain couldn't fully show up. Don't get me wrong- I still tried, so hard. Even if I was too depressed to feel things like 'normal' I still wanted to be embracing my college life. I feel like spoon theory would have really helped me in times like those. Especially since I haven't found an antidepressant that works on me yet. I know it's not like what you go through, like chronic physical illness. I wouldn't want to make less of your experience or appropriate this term. I'm just wondering if-"

Rachel, looking calm, finding The Interneter endearing and smiling slightly, "Your experiences are just as valid and the level of impact your depression has absolutely qualifies you as a spoonie."]

[Image 6 Description: Narration text "Today a spoonie is someone with a condition that causes limited amounts of physical and/or cognitive energy, such as chronic illness, mental illness, or disability. It's also used by neurodivergents who deal with persistent energy limitations."

Below sits 4 girls all smiling, waving, and looking at us, left to right; The first girl has an average frame, tan skin, long navy blue hair, a maroon hat, faded pink pants, a blue/purple/lavender striped shirt, and cutting scar on her arms. Second girl is Kitt, she was in another comic, she has a plus sized frame, dark brown skin, shoulder length curly/dark brown hair. she wears a teal dress with white strips, a waist long blue jacket, blue shoes, her left left is a purple prosthetic. Third girl, she is Asian, very light but still tan skin, with black hair in cut in a pixie style. She has on a white sweat shirt that has lavender sleeves and a salmon color at the bottom, in the center is the rainbow infinity sign for neurodivergence. She has on mint pants and wear white and salmon colored sneakers. On the floor below them sits Rachel.

Narrative text "Not all of us are literally measuring out energy in terms of spoons, but having such a metaphor is extremely helpful."]

[Image 7 Description: Narrative text "Spoon Theory embraces acknowledgment of a condition's control, which is weirdly liberating because this reminds a person:"

Girl number 3 is on the right is whispering to The Interneter "Lack of control isn't proof of personal weakness. You don't have to beat yourself up for experiencing your condition."

"I know that. . ." the interneter says shyly, blushing and smiling.

"Do you though?" Rachel says from the left.

Below her is girl number one. "Do u? I've been doing this for 13 years and even I forget sometimes."]

[Image 8 Description: Narrative text "For young people in particular, spoonie is the first word a person may use when starting to rewrite what their life with their condition could look like."

The Interneter lays flat on his bed, we see him from the side looking hopeful "Having to live life this way isn't easy, but I want to make it work."

Below we see he is centered on his bed holding 1 spoon, "especially since I'm still having that episode of depression." On the right side his words continue "I didn't say anything because I was afraid of messing up the flow of the comic."]

[Image 9 Description: Narrative text "Spoons can be a silly thing to associate with possibly not having enough energy to manage basic survival activities, which is one reason some don't bother using the term at all. Still, it's easier to say,"

A woman, standing in the center of the image with a long purple dress, short brunette hair, and a purple walking cane, holds a hand to her chest smiling "I'm a spoonie!"

To her left is a large man all in red, hand on his hips smiling, "My own experiences of feeling tired helps me empathize with you. You make me feel validated."

To her right is a little girl colored pink "Spoons are good!"

Next to her is a woman in maroon "Such a cute and positive take!"

At the bottom of the image narrative text says "Rather than bring folk's moods down with-"]

[Image 10 description: "My body is disabled! Living an existence with a condition that is unpredictable and invisible sometimes breaks my brain! Please don't shut me out until I'm "Fixed". Just respect my limits." Rachel says, now in the center of the people instead of the purple-dressed spoonie. She sits in her wheelchair with legs up, holding her arms out, her expression is crying yet smiling.

The large man to her left has his arms folded, now very uneasy "How do I tell apart your "disability" from excuses, self pity, and faking stuff? And who sits in a wheelchair like that?"

On the right the little pink girl is crying, her maroon mother bending down to hold her. "Isn't "Disabled" bad?" the girl ask.

Her mother responding "Nothing we need to worry about, sweetie. There are plenty of programs that think of the disabled so we don't have to."

Narrative text, "Yes. Spoonie can at times feel detached just enough from harsh reality to ease people's discomforts."]

[Image 11 Description: Narrative text:” Perhaps detached enough for misguided normies to think,”

A young woman standing in the center with one hand on her hip and one raised with her index finger pointed upwards says "Hey! I feel like I have limited energy to! I like this "spoons" idea. It will help me be mindful and proactive with my energy! I'm a spoonie now!"

She is white woman with tanned skin, long bleach blonde hair in a pony-tail, wearing grey yoga pants and a green tang top. On her tang top are the words "Has no condition is just human".

To her left Girl number 3, Kitt, and Rachel are huddled looking at the woman. “Don't-” says girl number 3. "Oh no, wait-" says Kitt. "You're not one now, but hey, you'll be one of us eventually. No need to rush." says Rachel.

On the left is a young hipster male all in orange "You're just a product of obsessive online health trends." He calls out.

Narrative text "Let's hope it doesn't turn into the 'snuggie' of disability lingo.]

[Image 12 description: Narrative Text: "Now, being disabled by a condition, especially it's fatigue aspect, doesn't mix well with the 'hyper-productive' narrative that today's society puts out."

A Pinkish-maroon leg with the words 'society that doesn't fully realize the systemic harm of it's ableism' on it, kicks a stick figure of the Interneter high up into the air in a Team Rocket fashion.

"Looks like having problems with my human body is causing me to be considered less of a human agaaiinn!!!" The interneter says, surrounded by anime sparkles.

Narrative Text "Still, being active, productive, and accepted by some form of community, lay the foundations for self-confidence and a sense of worth. Contributing online is one way even the most debilitated amount us have managed a version of that foundation."]

[Image 13 Description: Narrative text: "Disabled communities are sources of support, love, guidance, and empowerment built upon collaboration, inclusion, and knowledge. They help bring together people with a willingness to listen, because they all know the value in feeling heard."

Two horizontal rows of a diverse group of people with disabilities, drawn to show them all in bed, all interacting with each other like the would if the were together in person. Below each person is an awareness ribbon to indicate the condition(s)they have.

From left to right, top row; A young woman with very dark brown skin, black hair in a bun, is looking concerned and reaching for a young man in the row below her. He is black with slightly lighter skin, very short hair, a 5 o'clock shadow, wearing glasses. He is reach towards her with is left arm, his right arm is curled due to his medical condition. Next in the top row, a Young woman with curly brown hair, tan skin, glasses, and cutting parts on her arms is smiling and being handed a book by a young white male with Downs-Syndrome, he hair short light brown hair and glasses. A young woman with tan skin, glasses, wearing a hijab, has a pink prosthetic arm holding a piece of paper, and is using her other arm to hold hands with the person she is smiling/talking with- a thin non-binary with short blue pixie hair and braces on her elbows and right arm. This person is also holding a piece of paper, eyes shut from laughing, with happy tears coming from their eyes.

Bottom row; Next to the young man with dark skin, is a plus-sized woman with white skin, her hair is deep violet in a pixie cut. She is holding a yellow ribbon, looking concerned and speaking a "?" as she taps the should of the girl next to her. This girl is Asian with black hair in a short ponytail, she looks back at the woman with the ribbon, her arms are on the back of the next woman, whom she is comforting. This woman has medium dark skin, half her head is shaved, the other is short navy blue dreadlocks. She is curled up and crying, below her is a yellow ribbon next to a purple one. The young man on her left has his left arm around her, and has a sympathetic expression, talking with the woman to try and provide comforting. He has tan skin and short curly brown hair, with short curly brown facial hair.

Narrative text: "Spoonies are just one part of this collective, their efforts displaying that a condition's control isn't proof of weakness, as if can exist even along side massive amounts of inner strength."]

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fell too hard

pairing: tsukishima kei x cheerleader!fem!reader

au: colorblind soulmate au

warnings: a tiny lil bit of angst but that doesn't even count

prompt: (y/n) and his boyfriend broke up, resulting in tsukishima and (y/n) to get closer than before. when karasuno and (y/n)’s school have a practice match, the two first years finally touch for the first time. (the cheerleader factor doesn’t really make a difference in this one)

word count: 2.7K

a/n: hi hi!!! so, i wrote this quite some time ago and thought i'd post it here <(￣︶￣)> lowercase intended! (it’s for the aesthetic forgive me)

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my mom always talked about how blue the sky was, the beautiful colors of the flowers in our garden, or trying to explain the colors to me with feelings. i never understood, because obviously, i never met my soulmate. or maybe i did, i just never touched them.

here comes the scary part - i had a boyfriend.

i had a boyfriend, until the day he realized his best friend was his soulmate. we knew we weren't soulmates, obviously - we touched each other countless times, and still all we saw were shades of grey.

so he broke up with me. the biggest problem was that we were in the same friend group. i hid my pain from them, i didn't want them to worry. even though we weren't together anymore, akaashi still worried about me, which was very obvious to bokuto - his soulmate. it took some time for me, but i opened up more and more towards one particular person in that friend group.

tsukishima kei.

strange, huh? kuroo, kenma, bokuto - then him, of all people? but weirdly enough, we got along well. we teased each other, but it was all just playful banter. and since we lived so far away, we eventually got to the point of face timing every day. despite how cynical and - quite honestly - an asshole he can be, he actually is a very good friend. if he tries, he cares and can be kind. sounds impossible, i know.

and we arrive to present day, karasuno's and fukurodani's practice match. which i wanted to watch, since then i got a chance to meet tsukishima. that's why i'm here, close to the gates, bouncing around with bokuto, while akaashi tried to calm us down. our relationship was more chill now - we could actually talk to each other without me being a childish idiot.

anyway, when i saw the crows walk trough the gates, i yelled out in excitement.

"tsukishima!"

he whole team heard my voice and looked towards us. i saw tsukishima's face pale and he whispered out a small 'oh no'. by the time he realized he should probably run, i was already sprinting towards him. in his last efforts, he tried to brace himself for the impact, but he still fell backwards when i crashed into his chest, hugging his torso. he groaned in pain, leaning on his hands. i scraped my knees on the pavement, but at that moment, i couldn't care less.

and that's because as soon as the contact was made, a warm feeling enveloped my body. it was subtle so i barely noticed it. my head was buried in his chest for a few moments. when i looked up and he finally opened his eyes, i could not believe what i saw.

all i could see was the shining caramel color of his orbs. then his ash-blonde curly hair, the red tint on his cheeks and his milky pale skin. the sky was so bright and blue, the grass so green, it brought tears into my eyes. i couldn't get enough of the way his eyes sparkled.

i sat back on my knees, staring at my hands, then back at him. his face got redder by the second, his glasses sitting kind of crooked on his nose. he fixed them quickly, trying to keep his composure. he turned his face away from me, attempting to cover the very obvious blush on his cheeks.

"never thought you'd make me cry and i wouldn't feel miserable." i wiped my eyes, chuckling at his reaction. he scoffed, standing up and dusting himself off.

"the fact that you're saying that the second time kind of worries me at this point." i pouted, then accepted his extended hand and he pulled me up.

"whose fault is that, exactly?" he clicked his tongue and i couldn't help but giggle. he crossed his arms, his all time stoic expression back at it again.

"why'd you jump at me like that?" i tilted my head to the right with a teasing smile.

"why didn't you catch me?" he clicked his tongue again, clearly annoyed.

"because you're heavy!" i huffed, pointing at him accusingly.

"you're just not strong enough to lift me up, no need to pin it on me. i was just happy to see you!" i stuck out my tongue playfully and he fixed his glasses again.

"we face time every day." i puffed my cheeks out at his answer and he grinned at me.

"that's not the same!" he laughed at my desperate attempt to argue back to him. then i heard familiar voices from behind me.

"tsukishima, you okay? sorry, she can be intense." akaashi flicked my forehead and i whined in pain. i pouted again, not very happy with his action. then bokuto arrived and slapped tsukishima's back very hard. his glasses almost flew off.

"tsukki, my good friend! how ya doin'?" bokuto wrapped his arm around tsukishima's shoulders and he just... stared. he was probably trying not to throw the owl off of him. not that he actually could.

"i'm fine, thank you." his voice was dripping from fake politeness, but i guess bokuto didn't pick up on it. or he just didn't care.

"wow, tsukishima has friends. ...why does that sound so weird?" sugawara wondered, and kageyama answered him.

"that's 'cause it is." he sipped on his milk, his expression unphased. i was distracted by their conversation, so i didn't notice nishinoya and tanaka creep up on me. i jumped when i heard the smaller boy's loud voice.

"are you tsukishima's girlfriend?" i felt my cheeks heat up, suddenly flustered and not knowing what to say.

"i- i uh- i'm no-"

"yes, she is. please stop drooling over her." before i could finish my sentence, tsukishima butted into the conversation and stepped in front of me protectively. i just stared at the back of his head, utterly confused. we may be soulmates, but he didn't even ask me out!

"aw man, how the hell did stingyshima get a girlfriend before me?! this is not fair!" the bald guy yelled, throwing a small tantrum. when my lamppost of a best friend turned around, i immediately questioned his actions.

"why in the seven depths of hell did you say that?!" i whisper-shouted at him, crossing my arms.

"they would've ran around you like lovesick puppies the whole day if i didn't. besides, you looked quite pathetic." he grinned at me teasingly, and my cheeks flared up once again out of embarrassment and anger.

"s-still! we may be soulmates, but you never asked me out!" i managed to keep my voice down so just the two of us hear it, even though i was quite agitated. he raised his brows curiously.

"it's just a title. do you care that much about it?" i opened my mouth to answer, but closed it just as fast, not knowing what to say anymore. he smirked, knowing very well that he won one of our arguments- again. just because i can't get my shit together doesn't mean he's right! i huffed at him, then i stomped over to akaashi with puffed out cheeks and my arms still crossed. there were a few seconds of silence between us before he started talking.

"are you guys really together? you look quite angry." i knew he was going to ask, but it still caught me off-guard. i rubbed my arms awkwardly, staring at my feet.

"not officially, no... and he just told me it's just a title, so i don't know what to think anymore..." it felt weird to talk about my newfound romantic interest with my ex but, at that point, my brain was fried from overload. he hummed in response, and i thought the conversation ended there. guess not.

"you found your soulmate, huh?" his face was peaceful, watching bokuto mess around with hinata. a small, serene smile took over my features- even though they were really loud.

"i guess i did." he turned towards me slightly as his lips tugged upwards in a genuine gesture, making my heart flutter even though i was already over my feelings for him.

"i'm happy for you, (l/n)." that took me by surprise, but i looked up at the vibrant blue sky, instantly calming my nerves, and closed my eyes.

"thanks, kaashi."

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"you guys did great!" i stood in front of the gym door, with a big smile on my face. the fukurodani team thanked me, with bokuto jumping right at me. i reacted too slow, and i screeched as he crashed right into me.

"bokuto-san, no!" akaashi yelled, and ran to us to get the tower of meat off of me. i can't say i could breathe, but i tried.

"that was a nasty fall. do you think she's okay?" sugawara asked.

"she's probably dead." tsukishima commented, and hinata freaked out at him.

"shouldn't you be more concerned?! she's your girlfriend!" the blonde giant just clicked his tongue and jogged over to my dead body. even though akaashi already got bokuto off of me, i was just laying still, not moving an inch. i was like a starfish, mostly. then i saw tsukishima's face right above mine - he was bent down, supporting himself on his knees.

"you okay?" his caramel eyes sparkled in the lights if the gym, and it made my breath hitch and my heart pick up. i felt my cheeks getting warmer, which i didn't like one bit. i stood up quickly, looking anywhere that wasn't him. i answered him, cursing myself for stumbling over my words.

"i'm fin- fine!" he snorted at my behavior, and my face turned even redder than before. i dared to glance up at him, and his arrogant smirk made the butterflies in my stomach start flopping around violently. he put his left hand on his hip, teasing me relentlessly.

"can you be any more obvious than that? you fell a little too hard this time, didn't you?" my whole face was beet red at this point, and i felt the blush creep down my neck as well. the meaning behind his words was obvious- to me at least. i had to fan my face with my hands to try and calm down my embarrassment. i yelled at him, desperate to try and stop him.

"i- i didn't, shut up! stop teasing meee!" he flinched at my volume, and i pouted, still fanning my face. he clicked his tongue, despite being quite pleased with my reactions.

"you're so loud. shut up." i huffed angrily, reasoning against him.

"i'm a cheerleader, i'm supposed to be loud!" he flicked my forehead, and i groaned in pain once again.

"well, you're not cheering right now, so there's no reason for you to be." we weren't far from his team, so i heard nishinoya's excited yelling.

"you're a cheerleader?! woah, that's so cool! do you do flips and stuff?!" he hopped over to us, and i felt flustered once again, being put on the spot like that.

"ah- no, i'm a base, i'm the one who catches the ones doing the flips in the air and such... and our uniform is quite tight, i don't think i could, anyway..." i explained, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly. then i saw Nishinoya's face get redder by the second, and his eyes wonder downer and downer, down my whole body.

"cheerleader... uniform... tight..." he mumbled, then passed out, with his nose bleeding. i shrieked, not knowing what to do.

"noya-san!" i kneeled down next to him and put his head on my lap carefully. the whole team looked towards us at my panicked tone. as soon as nishinoya's head hit my thighs, his expression turned peaceful and happy, with blood still flowing from his nose. tsukishima scoffed.

"get his head off your lap, will you. you're making it worse." i furrowed my brows as tanaka and hinata dragged him away, trying to wake him up. i stood up again, very confused.

"what the hell was that about?" tsukishima grabbed my forearm gently and pulled me closer to himself protectively. he bent down and placed a tiny kiss right behind my ear, then let me go and walked away like nothing happened. and i just stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the number on his back with a very obvious blush on my face.

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i was walking out of the school, gripping the strap of my bag on my shoulder. then i saw our team's manager and coach seeing off karasuno, as they were about to get on the bus.

it was really late, almost completely dark- the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. i sighed, knowing that i wouldn't be seeing tsukishima anytime soon. i shook my head dismissively, trying not to think about it too much.

the sunset was so beautiful though, with all the oranges, pinks and reds, as the darkness of the night and the stars were already visible at the other side of the sky. i stared upwards, enjoying the gentle breeze and taking in all the color around me. little white specks in the darkness - still shining with the same light as before, if not brighter. i closed my eyes and took a deep breath, tranquility overcoming my senses.

"(l/n)?"

yep, there goes the calm (y/n). far, far away from me.

i opened my eyes quickly, looking to my right, only to see akaashi standing there awkwardly. i smiled at him to let him know his presence was welcome. he walked closer to me, looking up at the sky along with me.

"you're not going to say goodbye to tsukishima?" i hummed at his question, taking my sweet time with the answer.

"should i?" he shrugged, trying to influence my decision in more subtle ways than just straight up saying yes.

"he'd probably appreciate it. you're not going to see each other in person for a while, i assume." i stayed silent for a while. the more i thought about it the more sense it made, but my insecurities still wouldn't let me.

"well, despite him teasing me to death and being really weird today, we're not a couple. i don't think he needs me there." he shook his head disapprovingly, and i bit my lip to stop my eyes from watering.

"no one said you have to make a show. a simple goodbye can feel just as good. especially for someone like tsukishima- he doesn't like flashiness."

i gripped the straps of my bag tightly, and started running towards the exit of the school. the bus was still there, thankfully. he was about to get on the bus, but the loud yell of his name stopped him from doing so. he was the last one there- they were probably waiting for him. i stopped in front of him, panting just the slightest bit. i stumbled over my words, but nonetheless, i yelled once again, with really small tears rolling down my cheeks.

"g-goodbye!" he stared at me blankly for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. i swear to god, my whole life flashed before my eyes. before i could say anything else, he cupped my face and wiped my tears away with his thumb. my brain couldn't decode what was happening, i just felt something soft and warm on my lips, but it disappeared just as fast. he pat my head with a genuine smile, which made my heart do backflips.

"see you, *chiisai-chan." then he got on the bus like nothing happened, loud yelling coming from inside the vehicle.

i just stood there, probably a blushing mess, my stomach turned into an elevator apparently, and i felt like my heart was going to pop out any second. the bus then started driving away, leaving me behind. my legs felt like jello, i thought i might collapse right then and there.

i touched my lips faintly- he kissed me! i was such a mess, and this was just a peck on the lips. what will i do if he actually kisses me?

"you okay there? what happened?" i heard akaashi's voice from beside me and i jumped a little. he raised a brow, quite confused at that point.

"i'm fine... i guess? i seriously have no idea anymore." i buried my face into my hands, sighing with all hope lost. he chuckled, shaking his head once again.

"come on, let's get you home."

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*chiisai=small

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