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arknights-imagines · 2 years

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Hello! When I saw yoyr notif, I have never clicked on a notif so fast in my life. It's been quite a while Exe! So excited for this event. May I please have one Opera Cat Boy (Phantom) for take out? Thank you! (P.s. I'm actually dying over here coz I can't choose between Phantom and Exe, but Mr. Singing Gentleman don't have much love here, so time to drown him with affection and love! Wheeee!)

-Ocean [the pun is intentional, btw. ;)]

Omg aaa look at all of them the amount of Phantom requests I've gotten is crazy 😮 tysm!! I really really hope everyone enjoys this one 🥺, I put some extra love into it svhsgshs 💞

From, Phantom

Valentine's Day Letter and Date Event

As you head through the Rhodes Island Landship quietly, returning to your room for the night, you can't help but admire all the Valentine’s Day decor adorning the halls. You can still sense the lingering mirth and delight of the Operators and staff who were amassing in the hallways preparing for the celebratory day; though now, the halls are dark and silent.

A yawn comes from you, and you stretch your arms as you near your room door - however something in the shadows causes you to go still. A pair of azure eyes low to the ground stare into your own wide ones.

It’s Miss Christine, sat patiently outside the door of your room. As you approach, whispering her name in question, her pair of tails flick side to side and her eyes peer up at you. You tilt your head to the side, you crouching low and gently petting the top of her head; you’re worried for a moment, wondering if she maybe got separated from her owner. That is before you notice the cat is carrying something in her mouth.

From her, you take in your hand a carmine red envelope closed with a seal of white wax; the corner previously in Miss Christine’s mouth is a little wet, but apart from that the envelope is in pristine condition. From the wax that’s pressed neatly and the spotlessness of its crimson paper, it’s very clear the letter was handled with sincere care - such points to only one person.

You smile softly - you have the slightest assumption as to what’s going on here with Miss Christine and the red envelope, however you don't speak on it. Instead, you stand to unlock your room door. When you head further into your room to take a seat on your bed, Miss Christine follows and jumps atop your nightstand. You watch as she circles then sits beside the hand-crank music box there; she purrs and paws at it. Your eyes soften as you mutter quietly, “I like the music box a lot too, Miss Christine”, and the events of Christmas return to your thoughts. You wonder what your lover, a certain Feline, has planned this time.

A meow from the cat returns you to reality; your attention falls to the envelope in your hands. You finally open it, pulling a sheet of paper filled with oh-so-familar cursive handwriting from inside; Miss Christine watches you as your twinkling eyes begin reading the rows of words.

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My darling [name],

I dearly hope this letter has come to you safely; I’d have delivered it to you myself, or perhaps even told you these words I’ll shortly write whilst I look into your eyes, but I’m afraid I can’t as I have much to plan for us. I’ll entrust the delivery of my letter to Miss Christine. I hope this will be enough.

I can imagine curiosity dancing on your face now…but I can't share more with you, not yet. When it is time, I promise you I’ll reward you for your patience, little kitten.

A romantic occasion is nearing; yes, Valentine’s Day. A time capturing intimacy and tenderness, it is a joyous time for many. In the past, when I did not have to hide in the darkness, I used to watch the sweetness of Valentine’s Day. In Victoria, couples would come hands intertwined to shows performed by myself and those I travelled with; they always imbued the theatre with warmth and mirth. It would even influence me from time to time. Yes, a marvellous sight it was.

Though; while I was not lonely back then, I also did not have a lover nor anyone I cherished enough to wish to spend Valentine’s Day with. Then Oripathy ended everything. Since then, I was certain I would never be allowed the chance to love someone deeply. No one should linger with me and the darkness for too long, it’s not something anyone should have to bear. And so it astounds me, [name], how you remain with me today.

Though you’ve seen me as I am, the lives I’ve ended, the darkness that follows me no matter where I go, you have refused to leave my side. You have loved me despite it all. Little kitten, I’m truly undeserving of the love you've given me, but I am ever grateful.

I could write you a lifetime of love letters….but unfortunately, I don’t have a lifetime. Oripathy, my Infection, won’t allow me one. In the past, this wouldn't trouble me so. Tell me, [name], is it because of you that I selfishly wish to I live my life in full now? I’ve never really thought about that, devoting my living years to anything. But now, I see.

Little kitten, my love for you is so profoundly earnest; not only for Valentine's Day, but always. It’s like a flame burning within me. It almost hurts…like it'll kill me.

If I continue to say those three words I yearn so awfully to say, I’ll become yours forever. [Name]; for me, there is no turning back after this step. But…would that be so bad? To belong with you? The love I desire to share with you, one that lasts for eternity, can't happen without a little faith. Then, perhaps…I should give believing a try.

My little kitten, my only [name]; I love you. Now, always, and forever. I’ll do as you wish and should you ever desire me, I’m always here.

Something came over me, I’ve lost my way with my thoughts and words; this letter is meant to be for the occasion of Valentine’s Day. I deeply apologize, little kitten.

The memories of Christmastime still linger in my mind. The sight of music box and the letter I gifted you for Christmas placed near your bed side at Rhodes Island is something my thoughts seem to often drift to. My past nights have been spent thinking about how I may celebrate Valentine’s Day with you. Finally, I believe I’ve thought of something fitted perfectly for us, and it’s time for the show to begin.

No need to go looking for me, little kitten, everything has been arranged. If you wouldn’t mind, dress for a grand occasion before you leave. An ever generous colleague of ours has offered to escort you safely to where we will meet; when you see her, please relay my gratitude.

Once more, I love you deeply; [name], my little kitten. I hope it will not be much longer until I am able to see you.

Everlastingly yours,

Lucien

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Your heart is racing as you come to the conclusion of Phantom’s letter. The sincerity in every one of his handwritten words is almost tangible; a warmth you’re unable to describe spreads to your whole body, as if the Feline has come and wrapped you in the warm black cloak he wears.

The addendum written at the bottom of the paper includes a floor number and room number on the Rhodes Island Landship. You notice that Phantom is pointing you towards Rhodes Island’s Motor Pool - where the aircrafts and land vehicles are kept. You grin at the letter, then at Miss Christine; and with that, you begin preparing to leave.

You dress in carefully chosen clothing - Miss Christine seems to purr in approval when she sees your completed outfit -, safely tuck Phantom’s letter on your person, then finally you head out the door of your room with the cat trailing behind you.

You’re surprised when you enter the Motor Pool and approach the lot number written by Phantom as you’re greeted by Blue Poison, who’s leaning against a sleek black car. “[Name], hey. Happy Valentines to you and Phantom.” She grins a little at you, and when she looks at your outfit her eyes widen, “You’re glowing. He’s going to be speechless when he sees you.” Your cheeks warm a little at her words, but before you can reply she’s already opened the door to the car and motioning for you to hurry inside.

When you and Miss Christine settle into the passenger seat of the car, you turn to the Anura and thank her; she shakes her head, however, explaining how she still owes Phantom from a while ago. She wastes no time and starts to drive.

At last, Blue Poison halts the car in a quiet city square of Victoria; you quickly give her thanks once more before exiting the car hastily. Your gaze looks this way and that - it’s captured by a Feline clad in a rich suit stood on the sidewalk in front a grand building. As Miss Christine runs towards her owner, you follow behind her and eagerly call his name, “Lucien!”

Phantom looks up - the copper of his irises twinkle as he meets your eyes and tenderness fills his countenance. He seems breathless as he speaks to you, “Little kitten, you’re finally here.” Miss Christine circles his ankles and earns herself a moment of his attention, “Yes, you as well, Miss Christine. Many thanks for your help.”

You grin gently, then take a moment to observe your surroundings - the streets are quiet as only one or two people pass, and notice that you and the Feline are stood in front of a time-worn theatre. You look back at him in inquiry, “What are we doing here tonight?”

In reply to your question, the Feline unearths from an inner pocket of his suit coat a pair of theatre tickets and places one in your palm; his hand lingers there, “I wanted you to see a musical play today, for Valentine’s. But...” Phantom sighs slightly, fingers going to the Oripathy Monitor around his neck, “With this device pressing on my throat and my Infection tainting my voice, I can’t give you a show worthy of your audience…but we still may enjoy one alone together. So late at night, the theatre will be almost empty, though the actors will take the stage with their best even so.”

Smiling at him sweetly, you lace your free hand with the Feline’s. “I’d love to, Lucien.” Your eyes glance down at the ticket he gave you - your eyes glimmer and your lips fall agape. It reads “Phantom of the Opera” as the play you and the Feline will be watching.

Phantom slides his hand upwards in order to link your arm with his own; he turns to face the doors of the theatre with an affectionate smile and emanating a love you fail to describe, “Come now, my little kitten. The show will start very soon.”

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kkusuka · 3 years

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hiii I was wondering if you could do a threesome w kuroo bokuto and y/n?? plsss💞

i can actually, that’s the fun part.

(I'm going to try to use gender-neutral pronouns, but the reader has female anatomy, I hope that’s ok!)

I deadass just took this and ran with it oml.

All 18+, public sex, circumstantial humiliation, slight voyeurism, orgasm denial, threesome M/F/M, they’re both kind mean but not really, slight degrading

Synopsis: Your college chem class is kicking your ass so when your professor recommends you to Kuroo, who seems to come in a package deal with another owl-ish boy, you were more than thankful.

4/25

You couldn't believe it, you were so sure you had done well on this test. You made flashcards and even scoured the web for as many quizlets on the subject as you possibly could. But one thing remained the same: Masahiro sensei’s chemistry class was kicking your ass.

No matter how many times you looked at the reference tables and started at the elements you didn't understand a single word that came out of that man's mouth. What’s worse is that you seemed to be the only one who ever had trouble in his class, and he always made sure to let you know.

Side glances during lectures, calling you out when he knows you have no clue what the answer could be, talking about how 'some people’ would do better if they tried harder. You just didn't know what else to do.

So, in some twisted way, you were thankful when he requested to keep you a few minutes after class requesting to talk about some personal issues. Issues you wished would include a new grade and easier tests.

But him telling you about a boy with exceptional grades who would be a perfect fit to help you out, was something you had expected, but did not want. You felt more embarrassed than you already were, couldn't he just give you a website where you could watch videos about ionic and binary compounds?

Looking back to the phone number he had written for you on an index card, you relent. Sending a quick message to the number you shut your phone off and tried to get to your dorm, dropping onto your bed faster than you’d like to admit.

Hey, this is y/n l/n, Masahiro-sensei gave me your number for possible tutoring, if you're up for it of course. Any time for me works. 12:56 pm

Yeah, he let me know about a possible tutoring session, how about the library tomorrow at 4? 1:03 pm

I'm Kuroo Tetsurou btw. 1:07 pm

And like that your day got 10x worse, you don't even know who this way. You at least hoped it was the boy with the fluffy hair in the first row. At least Masahio told him, you assume it may have gone worse, tomorrow at the library at 4.

You could deal with that.

Your first meeting had gone fairly well. You arrived that the library entrance five minutes early reaching for your phone to let the mysterious Kuroo Tetsurou know that you had arrived, but before you could get that far-

“No need babe, I'm right here, L/n right?”

He was tall, taller than you at least. Tall enough to be able to lock down at you. Looking at you with his narrow hazel eyes and his sleazy yet comforting cat-like smile. His hands were shoved into the pockets of a bright red- volleyball jacket? Nekoma volleyball club must be from high school.

He led you to an isolated corner of the science section on the third floor, a place you had frequented during your mid-semester crying chemistry sessions-- hopefully your tears have dried up by now and you won't make a fool of yourself.

He wasted no time asking exactly what you need help with and seemed more than surprised when you told him everything. He let out a laugh that made you want to get up and run away before letting you know that it was normal to be confused and that you would just start with the electron configurations.

It was going great, he was an amazing teacher and knew exactly what to tell you to make you remember all the rules of the SPDF configurations and everything leading up to the oxidation states of the transition metals. It was just sad that he had to go over everything a second time just for you to get it in your mind.

In the middle of explaining lead’s second oxidation state, Kuroos phone lit up with a notification a Bokuto was calling. Without a second glance, he declined the call and went right to the first state of silver.

Three seconds in this same Bokuto called back after a few choice texts, letting out a sigh he apologized muting about a stupid owl not giving him a moment of rest no matter the time of day.

He picked up and tried to walk away as quick as he could, the only thing you could gain from the conversion was a

HEY HEY! you still at the library? Though you’d be done by now Kuroo!

To which Kuroo told whoever was on the end of the line, that he didn't mind and they should mind their own business. Then you were out of earshot. when he came back he looked as if the life was sucked from his soul.

He plopped into the chair across from you and sat for a second before releasing a deep breath. He looked back at you connecting eyes--they looked impossibly cat-like under the lights of the library-- before shooting you a shifty smirk.

“Babe you're doing great but I've gotta cut it off for today, and you don't mind if a friend joins us for the next few sessions? He isn't that bright.”

It took you of all five seconds to think of your answer, another person who wasn't the brightest will make you look less stupid. Just the thought made you feel bad, you're sure that Bokuto was a wonderful person, hopefully, and did not deserve to be used to make you seem less hopeless. Yet still,

“Yes! That’s totally fine, I'll see you in two days?”

“Sounds great”

“‘C'mon babe what's the dashed configuration of bromine?”

You didn't know, or maybe you did. It's not like that would matter considering the two fingers curling into your sweet spot. You could only focus on the way he rubbed your throbbing nub that sent sparks straight beach into your core.

“I-i I don’t- god, please, please, need to cum.” you were so close, Kuroo had already ripped two orgasms from you because you didn't know the answer, and you were going to scream if he did it again. “Please, wanna cum”

“No can do baby Owl, that’s the deal no cumming until you get the question.”

Bokuto.

You would have forgotten he was there if it weren't for his piercing gaze on Kuroo’s fingers drenched in your slick. Not once has it wavered from you, your silt to you tits up to your lips.

You had to try, he’ll stop. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know the answer, they know you know the answer. Somewhere else in your mind you think about how you got caught up in this in the first place.

How Kuroo was frustrated and told you the if you got another wrong answer he would fuck the right one into you. Or bokuto purposely mocking him that sent him further until his hands were pulling your panties down your legs stuffing two fingers in your cunt, saying how he won't stop until you get all the answers right.

“Two- e-eight- eight-teen- please please, si--six- NO seven, it’s seven. ‘M so close please”

Kuroo seemed pleased with your answer, his hands moving quickly around your bud and curling further into your g-spot as Bokuto makes his way around the table to where the two of you are seated.

Pulling the shirt above your head, Bokuto circles a nipple through the fabric of your bra commenting on how quickly it had pebbled, attaching his mouth to your other as Kuroo commanded you to cum around his relentless digits.

Clenching around his fingers you hadn't noticed a head of white and black hair moving towards your center. Coming off the high of your orgasm you felt Bokuto’s tongue spread your lips as his nose circled your clit.

“Oh, dude! You gotta taste ‘em! Like liquid gold, Man!”

You flushed further, if possible, tethering a hand into Bokuto's hair. Understanding the compliment Kuroo swiped a finger along your slick-covered thighs and let a mockingly loud moan fall between his lips.

As if you could be more embarrassed by the noises of Bokuto slurping whatever he could catch in his mouth, Kuroo’s coos of how red you look and how delicious you look, as the man under you eats as if it was his last meal.

Two hands grabbed your waist and lifted you off Bokuto, placing you back on your feet. Turing you toward the wall of windows and hand on your back bent you over the table surrounded by all of your notes.

“Look at that, she’s just gushing all over the place. All this over a chemistry lesson? Who knew I was teaching such a cockwhore this whole time.” a hand met your clit as Kuroo began to push into you, forcing you further into the table.

You heard a gasping moan as he bottomed out, glancing over to where Bokuto sat hand around the base of his cock, standing as Kuroo waved him over to you.

“I think you can fit two, right?” and just like that bokuto was forcing his way into your clenching walls. There was discomfort until a soft pop to which both the boys let out a sigh.

You feel so full. You didn't know who but one of them was brushing against your cervix. The first thrust came to you as a surprise, following with a second's rest before the two of them created a steady rhythm.

The faster they went the more apparent it was, they were using you like a fleshlight. You couldn't even speak as a cock hit right at your g-spot. Back arching you let out a series of small “ahs” much to Kuroo’s enjoyment.

“You fucking like this! Getting dicked where everyone can see. By two cocks no less!” he laughed pulling your head up from its place in your arms, making you have to look at your reflection in the glass.

“No-no I-” a smack to your ass stopped you from trying to defend what little dignity you had left. There was no defending as Bokuto leaned towards your ear, never breaking rhythm.

“No?,” he was practically snarling, “Then why the hell are you clenching our dicks so well, Baby Owl?”

As if he flipped a switch your world went dark as you clenched further on the two men as you came. Riding out your orgasm neither of them let up the pace as they jackhammered into your poor pussy.

Bokuto came first, with a loud groan of your name before he slumped into the chair he previously inhabited. Settling to watch as Kuroo pulled your chest up to meet your back to his chest. Rutting into you as his orgasm rapidly approaches.

If you weren't so sure this place was desolate you would be worried about someone hearing the slaps of your skin, or Kuroo’s final grunt as he filled you with his load, dropping you to lean on the table.

At least your next chemistry test was graded with a 21/25, you’re sure the two of them will love to hear about that.

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miyaniacs · 4 years

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Exchange - Miya Atsumu & Osamu SMAU

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a/n : sorry that it took me so long to update

With his ripped shirt in his hand he slowly walks back to his home.

With every step he takes he feels his heart breaking a bit more. He stops. If he continues to just walk away now, he’s giving up on the chance of getting you back. He will lose his chance to explain everything to you. Taking a few steps back in the direction of Osamu Apartment, the words of his brother come back to his mind “I wont let you play with her heart as you do with all the others.”. Atsumu stops again and sighs, his brother is right. He will end up breaking your heart. Before he can make his move he has to finally accept the fact that he got feelings and that it’s okay to show that he cares about someone and that it is okay to open up more to those who care about him.

His fingers clenches around the fabric in his hand. He has to do better. He finally has to be the better twin - for you. For you to choose him.

Atsumu throws his shirt in a near bin and takes out his phone. While walking back to his home, he scrolled through his contacts, deleting all the contacts from some girls he used to hook up with or still does .Arriving home, his contact list now having 53 contacts less.

He walks by his kitchen and stops as his eyes lay on the mug you used this morning, his eyes move down to his feet - to your shirt still laying there on the ground. The shirt he ripped about 24 hours ago. He picks it up and walks over to his bed.

With your shirt in his hands he falls asleep.

You wake up to the beautiful smell of Pancakes. After a few minutes you get up - and fall down on the bed again due to your legs giving in. When you finally menage to get up, you took on his shirt and your pansies and take a few steps into the kitchen - you’re rewarded with the sight of a shirtless Osamu standing in front of the oven cooking. His hair still messy, the soft red lines run down his back and arms move whenever one of his muscles flexes underneath his skin.

You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, your head leans on his back. Osamu smiles as he feels your body leaning on him. “I hope you’re hungry.” He smiles and takes one of your hands lifting it up to his face, pressing his lips against it.

“Yes I’m starving.” You laugh and nuzzle your face against him. “Okay, but I need to get something out of the fridge now, so i’m sorry angel but you need to let go of me now.” He gently removes your arms off him. You pout yet you still sit down on one of the chairs at the kitchen counter. The kitchen counter. Before your thoughts could drift off to the events of last night, you see you phone laying there. Oh damn I should message Kuroo and the others. As if he reads your thoughts Osamu says : “I texted Bokuto last night and told him you’re with me, so don’t worry about them.” He smiles and places a cup of hot coffee in front of you. Relived you take a sip from the hot drink. Your phone lights up and you checked the notifications.

Your heart stops for a second and your face drops as you read the message.

“Is everything okay?” Osamu asks. You quickly lock your phone leaving the message on read. “Yes, just a mail from my professor.” You lie and take a big sip out of your cup. “Oh okay- Here.” He places the plate with pancakes, decorated with some strawberries and bananas, in front of you.

“Thank you Osaaaa” you coo and place a kiss on his cheek. “You’re welcome angel.” He smiles genuinely and stokes your hair. “Don’t you have a class right now?” You suddenly ask. Osamu shrugs and rolls his eyes. “You wouldn’t let go of me and I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“OSAMU! Don’t skip your classes because of me!” You judge him. “I couldn’t, you looked so adorable laying on my chest oh btw, you drool in your sleep.” He teases you and laughs as he sees you blush and hid your hands. “You’re still adorable baby,” He kisses the top of your head, “Now let’s eat.”

You can’t concentrate on him nor what he’s telling you. Your thoughts are still circling around the messages Atsumu has sent you. Then they switched back to Osamu, who’s currently beating you in Uno. You lay down the cards in your hands and fall backwards on the couch. Your temples are beating and you sigh in pain. “hey, y/n? are you okay?” Osamu crawls over to you and puts your head on his lap. “No... I have a headache.” His fingers start massaging your temples. “Should I drive you home?” he asks.

Home. Yes. You really need to get home. You feel yourself tearing up. Home. Your friends. Your family. Your parents. God. Your parents. What would you give to be with them now, to feel like a child again, to talk to your mum about your problems while being in the car going grocery shopping. Normally you don't get homesick easily, but whenever your mind is just overflowing with thoughts and you keep on overthinking everything - that's when you need to be with your family.

“Hey, hey,..., y/n? what's wrong?” Osamu starts panicking as soon as he sees tears running down your cheeks. “Just please take me home.”

You open the fort door and see Bokuto standing in the hallway. “Hey,Y/n.!” He beams as he sees you. “Kou.. please hold me.” you whisper and feel the tears running down your face. He rushes over and pulls you into thighs hug he has ever given someone. Your whole body shakes as you cry into his chest.

All the emotions you bottled up the past weeks, everything that happened in the past days. You finally reached your breaking point.

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currywaifu · 4 years

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𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: scouting dilemma 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: hyodo juza/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 1.7k words

𝐚𝐧: guess who was inspired by the 2020 gem heist? wrote a dumb little thing dedicated to all my fallen comrades bc juza won’t come home to them after the reset- sorry to the requests I have yet to fulfill! year 2 ages btw~

This was the moment you’ve been waiting for. You managed to save up a massive amount of gems, waiting to be spent on a banner with your best boy in it. For months, your fingers itched to pull but you were loyal (with a few caving exceptions) to the character who got you into the game in the first place.

When the developers finally announced a banner with him in it, an SSR of best boy in a summer outfit no less, it was as if fate decided to tell you now was the moment to splurge strike.

9:58 pm.

Staring at your phone screen, you made sure everything was prepared before you could summon. You decided to do your first pull at 10 pm (his favourite number was 10), and surrounded your phone with a summon circle made entirely out of candies still in their wrappers.

9:59 pm.

You sent your prayers to the gacha gods, counting down the seconds until the clock struck-

10:00 pm.

With a shriek, you nearly ruined your summon circle formation of sweets as you scrambled to your phone, clicking the bright, shiny button that had tempted you endlessly.

“Yes, I’m sure I want to spend! Come home, come home, come home…” you chanted, unable to decide whether you should close your eyes until the final results or keep them wide open.

Choosing the latter, you gritted your teeth at the sequence of cards arriving.

R, Event R, R, R, Dupe SR, R, R, R, R, Event SR.

Suppressing the scream that wanted to escape your throat, you tried to laugh it off. At least you got two of the event cards…? Maybe it would have been better to wait until 10:10 pm?

An SNS notification popped up at the top of your screen, and from the little summary, you could tell you were gonna get upset at the contents. Checking the chat, your mutual quickly followed up her message with a screencap of your best boy. Coming home to her.

You quickly sent your response before promptly returning to the game, ‘asdfghjkl im happy for u but like also muting u rn :’< brb soon hopefully yeet need to retrieve my boi from the game’s clutches cya’

Despite your initial optimism, as the pulls kept going, the lower your gem count, the worse your mood became.

Should… should you stop right now? Banner really said no rights to best boy, huh? Sure you were able to fully merge a bunch of SRs and even the event R and SR cards, but not once did he come home? Even his sworn rival’s initial SSR came home if only to spite you or him or both.

Mentally exhausted, you decided to sleep. Maybe your luck would be better tomorrow?

When you walked into the room with a frown visible on your face, Juza immediately knew something was wrong.

From even before he got together with you, he was always sensitive to the different expressions you made, and by association your emotions— to the little smile on your face as you ate desserts together or the eyebrow furrow-pout combo you did when the professor said something you didn’t agree with. He’d never say how fun it was, seeing the different faces you’d make.

However, while those were cute, this just made him worry.

He’d really rather not fight anyone, but if he has to beat up someone…

Juza found himself distracted during class, unable to stop himself from constantly looking at you every few minutes. With a faint peach staining his cheeks, he slipped his hand underneath the desk to grasp your own.

“… you okay?” he said, voice low and quiet as to not catch anyone else’s attention. The look on your face turns a little softer, even throwing him a quick smile but he knows you well enough to spot the traces of sadness still present.

You don’t reply, squeezing his hand back as you finally tried to pay attention to the professor.

He sighed, slowly releasing your hand from beneath the table. He’ll find a way to make you feel better later, but for now, he had to take notes— for the both of you, it looked.

It’s not every day that Juza does most of the talking, but that just so happened to be the case today. He’s getting restless, stuck between actively wanting to help you out with whatever you needed or just sticking by you and letting you overcome whatever’s troubling you on your own.

You’ll talk when you want to, he knew that, but even still he wanted to be more useful to you. Do you want him to just keep talking to help you take your mind off things? Do you want to rant to him so he can listen? Do you want him to get you something? He’s not the best at giving advice, but if you needed it he’d do his best.

He doesn’t know what to do. You’re responding to him, but your mind is all the way elsewhere.

The next thing he knew, he’s getting a spoonful of his frozen dessert and pressing it against your lips.

You get startled from your thoughts when a sudden icy temperature meets your mouth. You opened your mouth, cringing slightly at the cool before finally enjoying the shaved ice dessert.

While it wasn’t uncommon for Juza to let you taste the food he ate and vice versa, he was usually more reserved, too shy to feed you in public.

‘He must have been worried,’ you thought to yourself if he had to do that just to catch your attention. You immediately shifted your thoughts from the game to Juza, already about to apologise for troubling him before he interrupted you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and even though he had a scowl on his face, he looked at you with tight and worried eyes.

He knew you played games on your phone, but it was still a bit embarrassing to admit that you were upset for such a long duration because of your best boy not coming home. However, Juza deserved to know, so you pushed away your hesitance before explaining the whole fiasco to him.

Juza doesn’t get it entirely. He’s bordering between relief and confusion— on one hand, at least no one wanted to hurt you or fight you or anything; on the other hand, a 2D guy got you upset?

The concept isn’t completely foreign to him, what with Itaru-san and even Settsu constantly gaming, but usually it was his roommate being irritating and gloating while the salaryman got frustrated, eventually passing his phone to Sakuya.

He’s honestly shell-shocked that you’re upset, so even though he doesn’t understand why it’s such a big deal he’ll do what he can to make you feel better. He’s not the best at comforting people, he can never find the right words… but he’s good at listening.

He placed his hand on top of yours, grateful you don’t point it out verbally or he might actually combust. He can only hope the two of you are seated secluded enough that no one comes by.

Something’s starting to bother him though. The more he listens to you, the more he’s conflicted— if you’re dedicating that much of your… gems (?) to this guy he gets why you’re upset. Another part of him wonders what’s so great about this specific guy.

He’s not upset nor is he jealous, he’s just… figuring out what specific traits you like in this guy. For future reference. Who knew, maybe he’d get to play a role similar to the character you like so much?

“Why do you like him so much, anyway?” He asked, staring intently at you.

Your attitude quickly changed from being upset to being excited to talk about your favourite character.

“He’s just so kind and thoughtful! A total gap moe, you wouldn’t expect him to be so family-oriented because of his appearance but he totally is!” you began, barely catching a break to breathe before continuing on, “plus he didn’t start off as the strongest? But he’s constantly trying his best you just want to root for him and care for him?”

Unexpectedly, Juza finds himself a little flustered, though he’s unsure of why when you’re only describing a character. Perhaps it was the look on your face while you talked?

“Plus, he looks a lot like you! Obviously, I need him to come home, right?” you exclaimed, hitting him straight in the heart with your crinkled eyes and a beautiful smile.

The hand that was comforting you a while ago and gently rubbing patterns onto your skin stilled. You noticed right away, hoping you didn’t say anything too weird during your rant.

“Juza?”

He’s silent for a while, unsure of what to do and ultimately deciding to say the first thing that popped up in his head.

“… then why’d you need him to come home if I’m already-“

When he heard you squeal he stopped himself from continuing whatever he was going to say. Did you hear him? Dumb question, of course, you did!

You covered your face with your hands, unsuccessfully hiding the strawberry red colouring your face, and screamed internally. You can’t see how Juza is reacting but you just heard a bang on the table?

‘Juza? Who told you to- istg I’ll have you arrested for-‘

After a few moments, you’re the one who ultimately breaks the silence, knowing neither of you had enough will to point out the warm flecks that still remained on both of your faces.

“We should get going. Our class is all the way in another building,” you said, slowly standing up from your seat.

“… ‘kay.”

You’re not holding hands while walking, but if he noticed the frequency of your hand grazing his he doesn’t let you know.

Reaching the midpoint between your classroom and his, you turn to face him before splitting off in the hallway. You look to see if the coast was clear, and to Juza’s surprise, you enveloped him into a warm embrace, quick but heartfelt. Neither of you saw each other’s expressions, but Juza wondered if your heart raced just as fast as his did.

“Thank you for making me feel better… I love you,” you whisper the last part, before untangling yourself from him and speed walking away to your classroom. You miss the way Juza looks back at you, body frozen but face a mixture of shock and longing and love.

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Lemon's Misadventures in Dating, Chapter 6 (Lemon x Everyone) - Mermelada

A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s chapter 6, as seen on Ao3! I found out that Lemon’s irl mum is Scottish, so naturally, I had to include her as a character and base her on my own! More is coming soon, so watch this space! :D I love you all!!

[07:24] HEY GIRL!

[07:24] I’m so sorry but I ate your sister for breakfast

[07:24] She was a grapefruit lololololol

[07:24] I’m sorry please don’t hate me

[07:24] But she was delicious

[07:25] So what’s the tea on Little Miss Lemon? I want to know everything! What’s your favourite type of pasta?

Lemon read the messages again as she sat at the kitchen island, sipping her coffee. She couldn’t help but smile. That was not what she was expecting at all from Priyanka, she looked so poised and regal in all her photos, yet in reality she was coming across as a complete goofball. Although it had been three hours now, and she was still awaiting a reply.

[09:58] Umm how fucking dare you?

[09:58] Don’t even expect me to respond to that until I get a full apology, you murderer.

Was the joke not obvious? Fuck, what if she thinks I’m serious? But then she started it…

“What’s got you smiling, princess?”

She jumped with shock as her mum walked through the door, placing her handbag on the counter and opening the fridge door. She knew her mum only worked a half-day on Thursdays, but her sudden appearance was a surprise nonetheless. Lemon felt like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t be.

“Oh, nothing,” she sang, quickly locking her phone and putting it back in her pocket, away from prying eyes, “how was work?”

“Well you’re not acting like it was nothing,” teased her mum, moving around the kitchen in a blur as she prepared her lunch. “Is it a girl?”

Lemon failed to hide the blush rising on her face, she knew her mum meant no harm, but she was not prepared to get into a conversation about dating and hookups with her so early in the day, and with so little alcohol to hand. “Muuuuuuuuum” she groaned, hoping that the coolness of her hands would remove the redness as she placed her chin in her palms.

“I’m just glad you’re happy, darling, you deserve it after the summer you’ve had!” Lemon couldn’t deny that her mum had been an absolute angel these last few months. She listened to Lemon way back when she had first admitted that things weren’t working like they should be, and never once offered any judgement or tried to convince her to stay. She had even helped Lemon move her things out of her old apartment as quickly as was humanly possible for the pair of them, while she was at work. “Are you up to date with your tetanus shots though, because you’ll need one if she’s doing that to you!”

Just when Lemon felt she couldn’t get any redder, her mum’s finger was poking the mottled bruise peeking out from under the loose collar of her t-shirt, her whole body burning as her mind flashed back to the moment it had been placed there… the body above her trembling, grabbing a handful of platinum hair as they grinded against each other’s thighs, the muffled cries in French… “Oh my god, mum, please stop!”

“What?! You can’t just disappear for two nights in a row and not expect me to be curious! What’s her name?”

She audibly groaned at her mother’s prying tone, laying her head on the cold marble countertop. “Mum, I love you, but I am not having this conversation with you right now!”

Fucking Rita, I’m sure she’ll find this funny at least, Lemon made a mental note to text the other woman later, wondering if she’s had any similar happenings with her work colleagues, or if she had enough experience - and common sense - to hide the evidence of her Tinder trysts better. At least she had put on leggings after waking up today, as shorts would have only showcased an even more incriminating patchwork of colourful marks across her inner thighs.

Her mum simply smiled and wrapped an arm around her from behind the high kitchen chair, planting an affectionate kiss on her daughter’s temple. “Well, you know what I always say, pumpkin, as long as you’re happy and safe, go out there and have fun! Are dental dams still a thing? Do you need some?”

Lemon could only muster a grunt in response, her head making an audible bang as she threw it onto the counter, deeply wishing that the conversation was over. Right on cue, she felt the phone in her pocket buzz with a new notification. She practically leapt off her seat, ready to run to the safety of her bedroom. “Well, on that note, I’m going to remove myself from this deeply uncomfortable situation. Thank you, mother!”

“Ooh is that her texting you? When are you seeing her next?” The enthusiastic questions fell - as her mum expected - on deaf ears, Lemon gulping down the remainder of her cold coffee and placing the empty mug in the sink.

When she finally reached her safe haven, she pushed the door closed and jumped back on the bed. Despite knowing her parents wouldn’t mind at all, she still wasn’t ready to admit she was trying to move on, let alone with an assortment of random ladies from the Greater Toronto Area. She grabbed at her phone excitedly, her eyes lighting up when she saw that Priyanka had finally answered.

[13:35] My dearest Lemon, I must beg for your forgiveness, for I have sinned gravely. Upon awakening from my slumber and entering my cooking chamber, my stomach began to sing a dreadful tune. In the search for something to quell its anger, I encountered a grapefruit, as cute as your face and as juicy as your ass probably is. With no other option, I slaughtered it, dressed it with some sugar, and devoured its flesh. Would you please accept my most sincere apology in the form of a drink sometime?

This crazy bitch. No other interaction on the app had left Lemon feeling so giddy, her heart had sped up and her stomach was doing somersaults. Yes yes yes yes oh my god of course! Luckily her common sense kicked in, and she realised she should probably act a bit less… desperate.

[13:40] Let me think about it

[13:41] Loljk of course!

[13:41] Any day/time work best for you? I’m afraid I’m fully booked this weekend

[13:41] Mourning my sister and all

[13:41] (I mean the grapefruit btw sorry that could have been weird)

Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long for a response.

[13:42] LOL I’m glad it didn’t turn dark

[13:42] Any night that’s not a school day is best for me!

[13:43] Speaking of which I better get back and entertain some little people, ttyl xo

[13:43] KIDS, btw, just in case xx

Lemon shook her head as she smiled, Priyanka was certainly something else. Cute, funny, sexy… hopefully she didn’t ruin it by having bad breath or murderous tendencies. She couldn’t explain it, she already felt something special about the girl, something she hadn’t felt since- no. Let’s not ruin a good thing by thinking about her. But the more she looked at Priyanka’s profile, the more memories of Juice kept flooding her mind. Taking a moment, she sat on the floor, stretching her legs out in front of her and breathing deeply and rhythmically, a makeshift meditation to nip any panic in the bud.

Is it still too soon? Maybe I’m not ready to be moving on if I still think about her so much, and if I still get so emotional doing so. Images of the former couple danced around her head; walking hand in hand, snuggling on the couch under blankets, even just helping each other cook, or drinking coffee in bed on a rainy morning. I thought it was what I wanted, but maybe I was wrong. She sat silently for a few minutes, trying her best to think of nothing but a dark sky filled with distant, twinkling stars, but even that took her mind back to the nights they’d spend wandering around their neighbourhood, talking about their hopes and dreams, where they’d live once they got married, how many cats and dogs it was acceptable to have. It seemed like the natural course for them, but not everything can work out the way people want it to.

She didn’t know whether it was the buzz of her phone on the bed behind her, or Gus’s gentle panting as he pushed through the door which awoke her from her semi-trance, but she took the opportunity to stand up and shake the stiffness out of her body. It was a natural impulse to bring her hands to her eyes to wipe away her tears, but she was pleasantly surprised to not find any there today. Maybe things were getting better after all.

She and Gus both slid onto her bed, the dog circling three times before plopping himself down in the crook of Lemon’s elbow, which she rewarded with a firm scratch under his chin. Picking up her phone, it buzzed again in her hand with messages from Rita.

Dr Rita <3 [14:02] shared a link

Dr Rita <3 [14:05] Bonjour! How are you today, mon citron? I had a nap after work and I am now ready for the gym :-O Last night a colleague told me about this dance school where his daughters go, a teacher is pregnant and will need someone to cover the classes when she is off. I thought of you :-) I hope you slept better than a baby! X

Dr Rita <3 [14:06] Also I found a bruise on my ass yesterday, I was in pain every time I was sitting down, thank you very much…

Lemon had always believed in fate to some degree, and upon seeing the link Rita had sent, she had no doubt that destiny had been on her side during the events of the last few days. She stared at the familiar tan bricks of her old dance school, the smiling face of her old principal teacher finally giving her the push she needed to get back in the saddle. She threw on a pair of jeans and a woolen cardigan, replying to Rita with one hand as she pulled on her ankle boots with the other.

[14:10] Merci merci, I’ll check it out!! Have fun at the gym, you crazy pomme! How was sexy kidney lady?

[14:11] And de rien 😘 my mum saw the one on my neck today, she thinks I’m being bullied 😞

Jumping down the stairs two at a time and shouting a quick goodbye to her mum - closing the door before she could hear the inevitable embarrassing reply - she walked as quickly as her legs could possibly take her to the dance school, a path she had already walked hundreds of times throughout her childhood. Even if they said no, she would sign up to classes or find some auditions, how could this not be a sign from the universe to start dancing again? As she reached the heavy iron door, she checked her phone one last time.

Dr Rita <3 [14:14] Courage, ma belle! They would be idiots to not want you! Well, she made me my favourite tea and told me she liked my lipstick, so I think we are married now?

Dr Rita <3 [14:16] And I am so sorry! :-( Do you have arnica cream? I hope your mother knows it was at your request? ;-)

She had really lucked out with Rita, she needed a good friend like her in her corner right now. And as she stepped inside, navigating the bright corridors to the principal’s office, she was really glad she’d downloaded Tinder.

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pucks-no-fucks · 5 years

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Long Distance: Kaapo Kakko X Reader (part 3)

*gif isn’t mine, I am sure I found it on here, I have scoured everywhere, can’t find the owner, if you made it tell me so I can give credit where it’s due*

Authors Note: OOP- I think I know where I’m bringing this now (I have 2 ideas) but you guys will hate me for it for a bit if I go with one of them

Summary: Kaapo and the reader are in Vancouver for the draft.

Warnings: *Possibly a curse or two I can’t remember. Also there’s a passive comment in here, I ain’t got anything against New Jersy btw.

Requested: Yes | No

Word Count: 1,060

It took a lot to convince your mom to bring you to Vancouver. She was pissed about what happened in Slovakia. She was really mad. But you were able to do it. The plane ride over you were giddy. You were excited. You were staying in Vancouver for a week. Plenty of time.

When the plane landed you practically bounced off. Your mom starting becoming suspicious about why you wanted to come to Vancouver. You decided to send Kaapo a text to let him know you were here.

You: Hey I’m here, what are you up too?

Immediately you got a text back.

Kaapo: press

You: oh fun

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This was going to be a busy time and it wasn’t necessarily his fault. Besides, he just told you he was working with press. You were too happy for him to possibly be upset about it.

The hotel you and your mom were staying at was nice. Fancy. Gorgeous. Had a nice restaurant beside it too, so your mom treated you there.

Mom was giving you weird vibes however.

You were seated at the table and the second you ordered and the waiter took the menus she gave you a look.

She swished the water and ice in her cup. “So. When were you going to tell me you chased a boy here?”, she said simply. She didn’t sound mad or upset.

You slumped I your chair. “Mom I-“, she cut you off.

“Hey hey. I get it. Sometimes you fall for the wrong person at the wrong time. Sometimes the right person at the wrong time. I just would of liked to know why you had Auntie Aada almost call the police for your return”, she said with a chuckle, taking a sip of her water.

Visibly relaxing, you told her everything. She listened and laughed. She sided with you on most of what happened.

“Aada just worries. Long distance is hard”, mom told you. You knew it was true.

“Yea, but Mom something about this feels right. Not like he’s my soulmate or anything. I mean he very well could be, but that’s not the point. Everything is calm between us. There’s a peace and appreciation that no one else has ever shown me. There’s something there. I haven’t known him long enough to say I’m in love with him but Mom I think that spark is the start. That little something is going to be bigger. I know it’s not going to be easy, but life isn’t easy”, you took a deep breath. Mom looked at you in adoration.

“My Baby is growing up”! Her eyes watered as she said this and her hand grabbed yours. “If long distance is okay with you, then I’m okay with it”.

You blinked back happy tears. She got it. Your mother got it. She was going to support you through it. Dinner was calm after that. Conversation flowed easily.

“Draft is tomorrow. Are you going to be there”?

“Of course”.

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You and your mom sat up with Kaapo and his family. You waited patiently with him, soothing and comforting him. This was big. Obviously, his childhood dream was coming true.

“Your okay babe”, you whispered to him. He had a straight face and was thinking hard.

“Thank you”. He looked over at you and some of the tension in his shoulders disappeared. But not all of it.

You massaged his hand. It always helped you calm down when you were younger. You hoped this would help him. The pad of your thumb ran along the palm of his hand, rubbing slow circles.

“You have small hands”.

You looked up at him with a smirk. “No my hands are average sized. You just have really big hands”.

He smirked but quickly returned his attention to the stage. You rested your head on his shoulder, continuing to massage his hand. Everyone was talking and being loud but the two of you were content with being silent.

New Jersey had taken their place on the stage to announce their selection. Martin Brodeur was announcing it. “For first over all, the New Jersey Devils are proud to select from the US program”, Kappos face fell, “Jack Hughes”.

“New Jersey sucks anyway”, you whispered while clapping for Hughes. You doubted it would help comfort him but it was something. They took their pictures and whatever.

It was a no brainer when the New York Rangers have Kaapo as their selection. It all blurred together, him getting up and hugging you first and then everyone else around him, his walk up, the pictures. The everything.

You were fucking proud.

You knew he was going to be occupied for a long time. You took your phone out and opened Instagram. Multiple notifications came up quickly on your phone.

“Was that you”?

“Are you at the draft”?

“You went to Vancouver”?

You ignored them. Your followers started slowly increasing. You changed your account to private for the time being. Kaapo has found your account making you smile and follow him back.

Opening the explore page, you searched for the Rangers. You followed them. Their page was already quickly filling up with Kakko posts.

New notification: “Is Kakko your boyfriend”?

You didn’t know what to say. Was he? No, the two of you haven’t talked about that. You read it over and over. The question upset you more then it should of. What were you guys? You were too easily upset, you pinned it on a lot of change.

You exited and started scrolling through your feed. Nothing interesting. Basic selfies, basic vacation pics, basic ads.

It was getting late, you had to leave with mom to go back to the hotel. You hugged the Kakko’s congratulations, and left. Kaapo was still busy with the rangers team and press. Mom talked about how much she loved the draft and how she wanted to go to another one.

That made you happy. When you reached the hotel room, only then you realized how tired you were. Almost immediately you fell asleep.

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You slept in, but woke up well rested. Quickly, you noticed mom wasn’t in the hotel room. She left a note for you on the clock.

‘Out with the girls, will be back before 5’

It was 11 am. What felt like hundreds of messages spammed your phone. Kaapo had texted you too.

Kaapo: When you get up text me?

You: Sorry I slept in. What’s your plan today?

Your phone dinged almost immediately.

Kaapo: No plans yet. Waited for you.

You: Think we could go somewhere to talk?

You left your phone on the nightstand and started getting ready. Your favourite summer clothes was a good choice. Flip flops and you were almost ready to go. Your hair was put into a lazily done bun before you sat back onto the bed.

Kaapo: Sure

You both decided to meet at the Tim Hortons closest to where he was staying. It wasn’t a far walk for you. Even though you could of taken the bus, you wanted to enjoy Vancouver.

The bell dinged as you opened the door. A quick scan of the Tims was all you needed. An awkward, out of place Kaapo sat in the back corner. You smiled but walked over.

“Is this seat taken”, you said in a deep voice.

Kaapos head snapped up to look at you. He chuckled, but motioned to the chair. You slid into the chair with ease. You rest your chin on your hand and looked intently at Kaapo.

“What are we?”, you asked loudly.

Kaapo went tense. “What do you mean?”, he mumbled, tracing random patterns on the table.

“Like. Are we together? Are we not?”, you sighed.

“I-“, he paused. “I don’t know. What do you want to be?”, he finished.

You smiled softly at him. “I want to be your girlfriend”, you said in a teasing tone.

He smiled. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend”, he smirked.

“I, Y/n, agree to be your girlfriend”, you said dramatically. You both stopped for a second before bursting into loud fits of laughter. It wasn’t even that funny, so you weren’t sure why. You were wiping tears from your eyes, still trying to hold back laughter.

You reached for his hands. He reached for yours. Locking fingers together, you both giggled. Stupid teenager babble.

“Oh my god! Tell me how everything was for you!”, you exclaimed. You jumped out of your chair and almost leaped across the table to embrace him. His arms wrapped around you as he hummed in delight.

“Was good”.

“No no like TELL me about it”, you said excitedly.

So he did. He sat there and talked to you about it. He tried to be conservative about it. It was obvious he didn’t want to make everything about him.

You loved it. You loved hearing him talk about something so important to him. You loved just hearing him talk. You loved that this was a big part of his life, and inevitably yours too.

“I love you”, you blurted.

He froze. Kaapo looked at you like you had three heads. You were mentally beating yourself up over it. You didn’t even mean it. You didn’t know if you loved him yet. It was all too fast and all too soon. It was a spur of the moment. Your face went red. You regretted it immediately.

“You what”?

#kaapo kakko #kaapo #kakko #hockey #nhl #kaapo kakko imagine #kaapo kakko x reader #new york rangers #new york rangers imagine #nhl draft day imagine #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

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Not In Kansas Anymore

Heyooo! So a bit ago, I had a little convo with @spiderversetweets and then I decided to make a fic based off of it, because I'm hella cringey. This might be bad, but whatev. This is the refined version, it's also posted on Wattpad and some of the writting is different.

Wattpad link:

Characters: Helena/MindFang (oc), Virgil/SpiderGale, Roman/Royal Slinger, Patton/LoveBite, Logan/Arachne, Thomas/Rainbow Weaver, MJ (oc)

Summary: MindFang gets stick in a certain spidey boy's room, and is ultimately stuck in his dimension as well. How will she get home?

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MindFang opened her eyes and groaned. What the hell had just happened? One minute she was swinging through Laurence and the next she was zipping down a tube of big time acid trips only to wake up in pain and...in a dark purple room? She sat up and looked around. There were band posters, black clothing items scattered about, and black out curtains. "What kinda emo lives here?" She mused to herself. "Where are we?" Asked the tiny voice of Rosie as she scuttled up MindFang's arm. "I have no clue." MindFang responded. She pulled down the hood of her cloak and took off her mask. A confused look came over her round, freckled face. She pulled out her phone and opened Twitter.

'MFangOfficial: Ok y'all, don't panic (I'm already doing enough of that), but I'm suddenly in someone's room. It's dark and really purple, but I have no idea how I got here.'

With that, she posted it. She signed and scrolled around until she started getting blown up with notifications. 'OMG, you ok?' 'Sis, you need us Topekans to rescue you this time?' '@MFangOfficial idk why, but mood.' She smiled and replied to any and all of them. One in particular grabbed her attention. 'SpiderGaleOfficial: Don't touch anything, I'm on my way.' She stared for a moment at the response. SpiderGale? Was that..a YouTuber? Or was she not alone?

'MFangOfficial:@SpiderGaleOfficial I give you my word. I like your spider though. Also, thanks.'

MindFang thought a moment. Could there really be someone else with abilities like hers? Well, outside her family that is. She watched as Rosie climbed up the leg of the table with a spider tank resting on it. The rose-knee curiously peered through the glass. The spider on the other side scuttled up to her.

'SpiderGaleOfficial: He's a chill little dude.'

MindFang glanced back up at the spiders with a smile as they began to chatter at each other.

'MFangOfficial: Indeed he is. I kinda wanna hold him, but I promised. He's a tarantula right?'

She sat down on the floor. Holding up her mask she rubbed a thumb over it in thought. MindFang pulled the mask back on. She didn't know if this person was actually a superhero. They could be some Average Joe. The last thing she needed was some civilian finding out her identity. That would only add on to the stress today had brought her.

'SpiderGaleOfficial: Yes, he is. If he lets you hold him go ahead.'

MindFang smiled brightly under her mask. She gently lowered her hand into the tank and offered it. The tarantula inside came closer. He hesitated before gingerly walking onto her hand. He happily chirped at her a greeting as she held him up. Rosie jumped onto her and made her way to her new buddy.

'MFangOfficial: You're a real pal. Oh he's so sweet.'

"Who are you texting, Helena?" The tiny voice of Rosie asked. Helena looked up from her phone. "The owner of your new friend." She told her. "Ask them for his name." Rosie said glancing back to the other tarantula. Helena cocked a brow. "Can't you ask him?" Rosie giggled at her. "Yes, and I already did, but you may as well make conversation." She said with a playful smirk in her voice. Helena sighed.

'What's his name btw?'

'SpiderGaleOfficial: I'll tell you when I get there.'

'MFangOfficial: 👌'

Helena eyed her spider companion. "You're a little shit, ya know." She said. "Don't forget it." Rosie laughed. Helena chuckled a bit herself. She felt a tingling sensation in the back of her head. "His name is JD." Came a new voice.

The masked girl turned around to see a boy in a purple and white onesie climbing in through the window. Helena's eyes widened as his did as well. The rest of the world seemed to tune out as an aura of purple and dark grey with bolts of bright lightning seemed to surround him. "..you're just like me." They spoke in unison. Helena went over and began to circle him. "That can't be right. I thought it was just me and my siblings. Is that hoodie built in?" She stopped in front of him, "God I love your suit." SpiderGale chuckled. He extended his hand and she shook it. Helena took off her mask once more. "By the way, I'm Helena." She told him, a smile settling onto to her freckled cheeks. The boy removed his own mask and shook out his purple hair. "Virgil." Helena couldn't help but chuckle. "Nice to see we have similar taste in hairstyles." She said, pointing out their heads being shaved on the same side, hers being wavy and auburn while his was straight and naturally dark with the longer part dyed.

Virgil took his turn to pace around her. Studying her. The two tarantulas on her shoulders, one of them being JD, the silver lining on her suit and cloak, the cool color scheme, the thigh-high Nightvale purple boots. "How did you get in here?" He asked. Helena ran a hand through her half a head of hair. "Well, that's the thing. I'm not entirely sure. I was sucked into some colorful tunnel and then woke up in here. That probably makes me sound like a crackhead though." Virgil stopped in front of her. "It sounds like you need to go home."

"So you said you can clearly communicate with spiders?" Talyn asked Helena as they examined her. "Uh, yeah." Helena watched them. Joan stood back and took notes. "Interesting." Talyn mused. Virgil cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention. "I think you're getting a little off topic." He said, raising a brow. "Oh, right. Sorry, it's just so fascinating is all." Talyn apologized, stepping away from Helena. They went over to join Joan and began quickly muttering to them.

Virgil stepped over to Helena. "Sorry about that, they tend to get sidetracked when something tickles their curiosity." He explained. "It's fine, I guess. I just didn't think my powers were all that interesting or whatever." She shrugged.

"Well, they are when my friends and I can only partially make out what they say."

"There's more than one of you??"

"Yeah. What, are you the only one where you come from?"

"Well, no. My sister got bit as well and my brother made something called a symbiote."

Virgil raised his eyebrows. "Huh, we have someone with a symbiote here too." Helena looked down at the floor. "What the fuck." She whispered.

Joan and Talyn came back over to them. "Ok, after talking it over we think we can get you home. Although, it may take a while to make the machinery needed." Joan told Helena. "How long would 'a while' be?" She asked. "About five weeks if we can get Logan to help. Interdimensional transport isn't exactly common or anything." Talyn explained. Helena felt her stomach drop. Five weeks? Oh God, what was she supposed to tell her parents? Could she even contact them? Tears began to sting her eyes. She turned around and walked a few paces away. No. God no. Not here. Not now.

"Helena, you ok?" She heard Virgil's voice ask. "YeAH." She replied. Damn it, that voice crack would give her away. Hesitantly, Virgil placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, look at me." Despite every red flag her brain was sending her about letting him see her like this, she faced him. "Breath with me. In for three, hold for four, out for seven." He instructed as he demonstrated for her. After a few rounds of this, Helena had seemed to calm down. "Better?" He asked. She nodded. "Better"

Helena had been taken and introduced to Virgil's friends; Logan, Roman, Patton, and Thomas, who seemed more like a tired dad than a friend. Patton flopped down next to her on Thomas' couch. "So, if you're stuck here for five weeks, where are you going to stay?" He asked her. Helena's face fell. "Oh, uh, I hadn't really thought of that." Helena admitted. "And what are you going to wear? Don't get me wrong, I love your suit, but that can't be all you have, is it?" Roman added. "...My civilian clothes are back home." She mumbled. The boys all looked at each other before leaning in and quietly discussing the situation. Helena tuned them out and began to fret all over again. Where was she going to stay? Perhaps she could just bum around town and live like the homeless for the next few weeks? Did they have a homeless shelter perhaps?

The boys stopped talking and turned back to Helena. "Well, I guess you could stay with me for now." Thomas offered. The girl was taken aback. "Oh no, I don't wanna be a bother!" She argued. Thomas shook his head. "You wouldn't. It's not like these guys don't frequently come and go from here." He insisted. Helena was about to debate the offer all over again when the door opened.

A red-haired man walked in and over to Thomas. He slipped his arms around the other's shoulders. "Hey, guys." He greeted with a smile. "Hey, MJ." The boys replied in unison. The man, known as MJ, spotted Helena. The girl was caught off guard and ended up making eye contact. She nervously waved. "Who's this?" MJ asked, standing up straight. "This is Helena. She's a long ways from home." Thomas explained.

"How far?"

"A whole other world far."

"Yikes."

"Yeah. I was just telling her that she could stay here with us until Joan and Talyn finish their transporter."

MJ's eyes shined as he looked back up at Helena. "I think that's a great idea." Helena mentally sighed. It seemed there was no way of getting out of this.

Living with Thomas and MJ turned out to be pretty nice. Thankfully she was able to give her parents an excuse for her absence. Since she had been at the library, last they knew, she had gotten some of her friends to agree to be her scapegoat. As far as her parents were concerned, she was spending the next few weeks at with the Loockes. Through her experience there, she had come to know the rest of the boys pretty well. Roman had insisted on taking her out shopping so she could look her best. Thanks to him, she had practically an entirely new wardrobe. Patton had shown her how to bake practically every kind of cookie. When Logan wasn't helping Joan and Talyn, she'd let him ramble about whatever topic he wished. She thought the number of things he knew was fascinating. Virgil was a lot like her in some ways. They often sat around sending memes to each other and discussing horror movies. By the end of it, they had all become good friends. The time did come, however, for Helena to go home.

She had been sitting on the couch drawing with Roman and talking about cartoons they watched as kids when Logan came into the room. "Helena, it's finished." He informed her. She stared back at him in wonder and blinked a few times. "It is?" Logan nodded. She looked down at her sketchpad. "I honestly thought I'd be a little more excited to go home." She said with a half-hearted chuckle. Roman reached over and patted her back.. "We'll miss you too." A sad smile rested on his face. He understood what she meant.

Helena went to pack what belongings she had. While folding and putting away all the clothes Roman had picked out for her, the door to the room burst open. Before she could fully process the outburst a pair of arms were hrown thrownaround her. "I can't believe it's over already!" Wailed the voice of Patton. Helena smiled when she realized who it was that attack-hugged her. She returned the hug, getting a bit misty-eyed. "I know. I'm gonna miss you,, Pat." She said softly. "Ok Patton, give her some space." Virgil laughed from his leaning position in the doorway. Patton pulled back with a slight whine and glossy eyes. "How did you guys know I was leaving right now?" Helena asked them. Roman stepped in. "I may have texted them." He admitted.

Logan came into the room as well. "Helena, could I see your phone?" The girl complied and handed it over to him. He took off the back and slid what looked like some kind of SD card into it. He popped the back on again and handed it back to her. "When you activate that, it should allow you to keep your contact with us." He explained. Helena smiled so warmly. "Thank you, Logan." Virgil punched him in the arm. "You softie." He teased.

Eventually, Helena had been all packed up, even between all the chatter. She had said her final goodbyes and received an especially long hug from Patton and MJ at the same time. With one more round of goodbyes, she was transported back home in a flash of bright white.

After she had come back inside and spun a tale of what she had 'been up to with the Loockes, she went down to her room and flopped onto her bed. Her phone buzzed as Rosie crawled out of her pocket. Helena pulled out the device. 5 messages from SpiderGang. A smile crept over her face as she tapped on the chat bubble.

PattonCake: Hi Helena!

Sir-Sings-A-Lot: With one more round of goodbyes, she was transported back home in a flash of blindingly bright white.

When she opened her eyes, she was standing on the corner of her block. Looks like those two had a pretty precise aim. She walked up to the front door of her home and knocked. Once her parents had finished interrogating her about what she and the Loockes had been up to, she escaped downstairs to her room. Flopping onto her bed, she felt her phone buzz. Rosie crawled out of her jacket pocket as she pulled the device out. 5 messages from Spider Gang. A smile crept onto her face as she tapped the chat bubble.

PattonCake: Hi Helena!

Sir-Sing-A-Lot: @Bi-Stander Greetings!

Pocket-Protector: If the chip is functioning, salutations.

Dark-And-Stormy-Night: Yo

Could-Be-Gayer: Hey, kiddo

Tears of joy began to sting her eyes as she read over the messages.

Bi-Stander: Hey guys

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And that's all she (I) wrote! This is set in the world of the spiderverse au made by the lovely @sugarglider9603 and @ask-spiderverse-virgil . If you guys read this, I hope you like it!

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years

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Howl - Part 2

MASTERLIST

(alright its long again but i hope u all like it! btw, in this universe the boys are not actors or anything. just in case if anyone was wondering! okay ily BYEEE)

Word Count: 3,030

Your morning routine was straightaway and simple. You rid yourself of your clothes and turn on your shower, making sure the water was heated enough. You throw your hair up in a quick bun and watch as the bathroom’s mirror fogs up in a haze. You return your attention back to the shower and slowly step in, allowing the hot water to cascade over your aching muscles. You close your eyes and lean your head back as you slowly sigh in relief. You regain your focus and begin your shower ritual. Wash your face, wash your body and shave. You place the razor back in its original location and lean forward to shut the water off. You glance behind your shower curtain and spot your pink towel hanging on the clothes rack on the wall. You reach out and pull it towards you and quickly wrap it around yourself. You tuck in the end of the towel and fling open the shower curtain. You carefully step out and slowly look around as your bathroom fills with steam. You walk to the mirror and use your hand to wipe it off, revealing a distorted image of yourself looking back. You finish up in the bathroom as you brush your teeth and clean yourself up. You open the door and a gust of chilly air makes you shake as your warm skin produces goosebumps.

You quickly walk to your closet and open it up as you stare in thought. What were you going to wear today? You would usually opt for a tee shirt and jeans, but today felt different. You weren’t just hanging out with the boys like usual. There was going to be someone else with them. Someone you had never met before. Ben, you think to yourself. You wanted to look nice for when you meet Ben. You bring your lip between your teeth as you move each article of clothing back and forth, looking between them all. Suddenly your hand pauses as you stare at a red dress with tiny yellow follows on it. It was possibly your most favorite dress as it was a tad short and it made your bust look flattering. You think for a moment longer until you finally tell yourself yes. You quickly drop the towel as it pools near your feet. You slip on the dress and smooth it out as you walk to the long mirror that’s hanging on the back of your bedroom door. You look at yourself and turn to look at your backside. You smile and nod in appreciation of how lovely this dress makes you look. You turn back around and quickly remove your hair from it’s bun and run your hand through it. You opt for a high ponytail and walk over to your vanity. You sit down on the white furry stool and open your makeup bag. Mascara and lip gloss was your go to look. You quickly run the wand over your lashes and the gloss over your lips. You smack them together and stand back up to walk to your phone.

You pick it up from the bedside table as you sit in the edge of your bed. You look over and Tiger is still soundly asleep, curled into a little ball. You look back to your phone and realize you have a missed call. It was a number you weren’t familiar with. Wrong number? A telemarketer? Curiosity got the best of you and as you were about to press the green button to call back, the same exact number calls you once more. You stare down almost slightly shocked. You hover your finger over the answer button and slowly click it. You bring the phone to your ear and listen for a moment.

“Hello?” you finally ask.

The sound of heavy breathing fills the silence. You furrow your brows and press the phone even closer to your ear. The breathing was fast and deep. It was definitely a man on the other end. You bring the phone away from your face and look at the screen once more, trying to see if you know the number. You click the speaker button and hold it away from your face.

“Hellooo?” you ask, lingering the word.

The heavy breathing starts once more and as it does, Tiger jumps up from his position and arches his back. He’s staring at the phone and he hisses loudly. You jump up and feel as if your heart was going to stop. You look to Tiger and then to the phone. Tiger was now meowing loudly, as if he was distressed. The breathing doesn’t subside and you quickly end the call. You sit on the bed once more and place your hand on your anxious cat. He relaxes under your touch and slowly lies back down. You pet him and whisper soothing words to calm him. You look back to your phone and your heart beat was slowing down. You weren't sure what that was. It had to of been a prank call. Some kids messing around to freak people out. You roll your eyes and look back to your phone just as there’s a loud pounding at your front door. You and Tiger both jump up at the sudden noise and your eyes are wide. You grip your phone tight and tip toe to your bedroom door. You listen closely, but don’t hear anything. You continue to stare at your front door as another loud knock is heard. You jump and slowly stride over to it. You lean in and stand on your tippy toes to look out the peephole. You’re greeted by a friendly face. You fall back on your heels and you let out a shaky breath. You quickly unlock the door and open it with a smile.

“Gwilym!” you squeal, as you rush in for a hug. He smiles widely and wraps his arms around you and spins you in a circle. You laugh loudly as he places you back down.

“Joe said you were a bit spooked last night, so I’ve come to chauffeur you to our play date.” he says, lightly bowing. You smile and shake your head. Your friends were always thinking of you. You were like the little sister of the group and they were the annoying older brothers, but you wouldn’t trade them for anything.

“Well thank you very much! I just got done getting around, you ready to head out now?” you ask. Gwil pauses and squints his eyes, looking you up and down. You swallow hard and expect him to ask why you’re so dressed up to hangout with the boys. You would have to come up with some explanation besides ‘I want to impress the new guy’.

“Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” he asks, almost worried. “Are you still freaked out about last night?” You let out a breath you were holding and nervously laugh.

“Oh, no. Well I mean, yeah I am, but…” you start, not knowing what to say. “I got a creepy phone call before you got here and it just had me on edge.” you say. Gwil raises a brow and shakes his head, obviously wanting more information.

“And? Well what was it?” he asks, moving his hand to tell you to continue.

“It was just eerie, heaving breathing. I know it had to have been a prank call. Kids are always trying to freak others out.” you say as you smile. Gwil’s jaw tenses up and you notice. You turn and walk back into your house, grabbing your purse that’s sat on the table near the wall. You sling it over your shoulder and dig through it to retrieve your house keys. You turn around, but before you shut the door, you call out.

“Bye Tiger man!” You smile as you hear a faint meow back and you shut the door and lock it up. You wiggle the handle to make sure it was fully locked and you turned to walk next to Gwil. He wraps an arm over your shoulders and you lean into him as you walk down your steps and to his car.

“It probably was just a dumb prank call.” he says. “I’d just block the number so they can’t call again.” He unlocks his car as you quickly slide into the passenger side. You pull out your phone once more and click it open. The number stares back at you and you nod to Gwil.

“Yeah, good idea. I’ll block it.” you say as you click a button and the block call notification pops up. Your finger hovers over it for a moment, but something deep inside tells you not to block it just yet. You stare at it for a moment and quickly exit out. You place your phone on your lap and look to Gwil as he’s driving.

“Blocked it.” you say. He looks to you and smiles, looking back to the road. You turn your head to look out the window as Gwil turns the radio up a bit. All of a sudden the name Ben pops back into your head. Surely Gwilym would have to know who he is. You turn to look at him and move your body to face him a bit.

“Hey,” you start, causing him to glance over at you. “Who’s Ben?” you ask. Gwil looks back to you and his face falls a bit. He looks back to the road and awkwardly laughs.

“What?” he asks. You raise a brow, not sure what to say exactly.

“Ben?” you ask once more. “Who is he?”

Gwil continues looking forward as he speaks.

“How do you know about him?” he asks. You shrug and turn to look forward just like he is.

“Joe told me there would be a guy named Ben hanging out with us today. I was just wondering how you all know him? And why I’ve never heard of him?” you ask, almost hurt.

Gwil looks to you and softly smiles.

“He’s a friend. He was a bit new to the states and to this area. I think they met at the bar downtown.” he says fast. You nod as you listen closely.

“How long have you all known each other?” you ask.

“A year.” says Gwil, nonchalant. Your head flies to stare at him and your mouth slowly parts.

“A year!?” you ask, shocked. “And why haven’t I know about this guy?” Gwil looks to you confused as to why you’re so upset over this. He shrugs and shakes his head, not knowing what to say.

“He left for a while, so I guess it never really crossed our minds!” he says defensively. You huff and lean your head back and stare out the window. You don’t notice as Gwil looks over to you and watches you with sad eyes.

“Y/n,” he says quietly. You look back over to him and he pauses for a moment, thinking about what he wants to say. “Ben’s nice, but he’s not the best friend type like we all are. Okay?”

You look at him and shake your head confused.

“I don’t understand.” is all you say. Gwil exhales and looks back to the road.

“He gets into trouble a lot. That’s all. He’s our friend, family even, but so are you.” he says. Your heart melts at that sweet comment and you smile to yourself. “So I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t get involved.”

You open your eyes wide and slap his arm harshly. He hisses in pain and takes his other hand to rub at it.

“Um, ouch!” he calls out.

“Don’t get involved!?” you yell. “You automatically assume I’m going to try to get into this guys pants!?” Gwil looks to you and he shakes his head fast, realizing how that sounded.

“No, no, no! Wait! That’s not even what I meant. I meant-”

“Oh, I know what you meant! I can’t believe you would think that of me, Gwil!” you yell, crossing your arms and frowning. He looks over to you and exhales as he feels defeated. He knew trying to argue with you would result in him messing up even more and making the already bad situation even worse. So he keeps his mouth shut and continues driving. He realizes what he said sounded bad, but that’s not how he meant it. He would never think that low of you. He knew what kind of person you are and that’s why they had to do everything to keep you safe. Even if that means safe from a guy named Ben. He wasn’t a bad guy per say, he just was always finding himself is sticky situations and Gwil would not let you get mixed up in any of that. Not if he could help it.

He looks back over to you and watches you’re still frowning. He drives for several more minutes until a house comes into view. You look up and realize you’re finally at Joe’s. You unbuckle quickly and jump out of the car. You wait for Gwil to walk next to you and you two walk up to the door. You quickly open it up and walk inside. The sound of voices fill the house as someone laughs. You look around and spot a red suitcase next to the front door. You walk in more as Gwil shouts out that you are there. You hear chairs being scooted back and the sound of feet walking towards you. Joe rounds the corner first and smiles widely at your presence. He walks up and wraps his arms around you and squeezes. You smile against him and watch as Gwilym and Rami walk to the far corner of the room and quietly talk. You watch as Gwil lowers his head and says something, making Rami look up at you. You look away fast and then back to Joe. He raises a questioning brow and smiles.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” he asks, noticing some tension on your face. You smile and shake your head.

“Nothing, I’m fine. Gwil was just making some wild accusations about me in the car.” you say, half laughing. Joe laughs with you and nods.

“Sounds like him.” You two begin talking and your eyes keep darting to the suitcase next to you. Joe says something when footsteps are heard walking into the room. Joe’s standing directly in front of you as you watch Gwil and Rami walk up and greet someone. The person talks to them in a low, British accent and a slight chill runs down your spine. Why were you freaking out over meeting one of their friends? This was so not like you! You try to secretly peer around Joe’s shoulder, but it’s not use. You can’t see anything. He looks to you and his eyes open wide, as if he forgot something.

“Oh, that’s right! I forgot to introduce you two.” he says, turning his head a bit. “Y/n,” he says, slowly moving out of the way. “This is Ben.” Joe steps out of the way and reveals a man, staring intensely at you. He has bright green eyes and he runs a hand through his short blonde hair. His tongue darts out as he licks his lips slightly. He’s wearing a leather jacket and dark pants, as one hand is in the pocket. He uses his free hand to bring it to his mouth and he swipes his thumb over his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours. You stare at him and you feel as if they can all hear your heart pounding. You swallow hard and clear your throat before forcing a smile.

“Hi.” you whisper out. Ben smirks and takes a step towards you. He holds out his hand for you to take and you hesitantly do so. He wraps his large hand around yours and it’s warm to the touch. You flinch as a slight shock from him radiates to your hand. He’s still smiling as he slowly shakes your hand. Your arm feels weak and limp at his touch, but you regain your thoughts and shake back.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.” he says, licking his lips once more. You quickly pull back your hand and smile as you take in a deep breath. Okay, wow. This… This is why you were so nervous. You silently thank the gods for you not knowing what he looked like before you came over. You would have picked out an even better outfit and really fixed yourself up. Maybe even let your hair down. You silently curse yourself for hurrying this morning. Ben looks you up and down and as if he can read your thoughts, he speaks up.

“Your dress is nice.” he says. You continue to stare at him and feel your cheeks heat up at his compliment. You smile and look down at your outfit quickly.

“Oh, thank you.” you say, trying not to stumble over your words. Rami walks up and pats Ben’s shoulder.

“Alright, if we could not flirt with our lil sis right in front of us.” he jokes. Ben looks to you and laughs. If you thought your face was red before, well now it was scalding. Ben reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes. He slides out one and puts the pack back in his pocket. He walks and maneuvers around you to the front door.

“Just stepping out for a sec.” he says, low. You’re facing away from him, but his voice sounds like it’s right in your ear. You shiver and looks to the other boys as they all nod to him. The door closes behind you and you finally release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Joe walks up and smiles to you as Gwil and Rami step to the side once more, glancing at you.

“So that was Ben.” Joe says. You look to him and smile, feeling your heart still racing.

“So that was Ben.” you repeat back to him. So that was Ben.

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written-rebellion · 6 years

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Perfect Distractions

A/N: You have no idea how happy I am to have this posted on time. I’m at Niagara Falls with my relatives from the Philippines rn but I had the tiiiniest spare moment to schedule this chapter.

btw, since it’s mentioned this chapter and it’ll be semi-important later on, a Jeepney Bus is a form of public transport in the Philippines. They’re huge jeep-buses that come in all sorts of colours and designs. Here’s a picture of one. They’re pretty cool!

Claire wishes she was home, Jamie wishes he could fly, and as always, all the facts of this fanfic are contrived specifically to make fluffy university/modern-day au scenarios. Please let me know what you think!

Part One: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] | Part Two: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Three: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Four: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Five: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Six: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Seven: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eight: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Nine: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Ten: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eleven: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Twelve: [Chapter 1]

Part Twelve: Message Received | Chapter 2

It had taken Claire roughly two decades to find a place she could confidently call home, a place she could pin her heart to and refill her soul regardless of how exams, classes, or life in general drained her.

And that place was Jamie.

Nothing else on earth smoothed the static tremors of her life like the way his large hand squeezed her waist or the feel of his lips on her forehead.

At the moment though, the prospect of a softer bed and Rose’s cooking after weeks of work came pretty close.

She drummed her fingers against the armrest, dispassionately staring at the bumper-to-bumper traffic she’d quickly become accustomed to. The closer they got to Manila, the less it felt like nighttime as the neon glow of billboards and giant shopping malls lit the highways and reflected off the shiny, brightly coloured Jeepney buses.

Joe, in the seat next to her, patted her shoulder before leaning over to one of their mentors in the front seat.

“He’s got that pocket Wi-Fi thing,” he said, turning back to Claire. “We’re finally in range again.”

She nodded in thanks, thoughts floating anchorless as her body slowly came down from the adrenaline she’d ran on the last few days.

Within seconds of connecting, her phone buzzed so incessantly she thought she was getting a call, but the only Jamie she saw was the one frozen in time at Lallybroch on her lock screen.

It made sense, of course. They’d been off-grid for a while, who knew what kind of emails and notifications they’d missed?

She was heading straight for Jamie’s message history when the car pulled off the highway and down towards Rose’s neighbourhood.

Slipping her phone in her pocket for now, she and Joe slid out of the car once it pulled over.

She waited on Joe to grab the bags from the trunk, thumbing back and forth through her apps till she saw it.

31.

31 messages from Jamie in a small red circle on top of the app.

All manner of anxiety flushed through her. She’d expected a few, but to send 31 required just a bit more intent. Could she have missed an emergency?

Joe’s voice stopped her from opening the app, coming over with her bags.

“You okay there, LJ?”

“We’re fine,” she said quickly, locking her phone.

“I asked if you were okay,” he said, regarding her with raised brows.

“A-and, that’s what I said, I’m fine.”

He nodded slowly.

“I just mean, y’know, I know you and that kid were close…”

She bit down hard on her cheek. Inhaling quickly, she gathered up her bags.

“I’m fine,” she said, nodding to convince the both of them.

“Get some rest, Lady Jane,” he said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “You’ve earned it.”

She smiled at that.

“You too, Joe. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Rest sounded heavenly. This level of exhaustion, she’d quickly learned, was fast to call dreams to her and made it much easier to imagine the small arms she hugged tightly to her waist were Jamie’s instead.

It was two even smaller arms wrapping around her when she walked into the house, though.

“You’re back!”

She held Angie to her for a moment, one hand coming up to bring her close, and finding her backpack instead of her back.

Claire looked up as Rose walked into the doorway, keys on hand.

“I’m working tonight,” she said after hugging Claire too. “Angie’s going to stay with a friend.”

“But I don’t wanna go to Tita Lina’s if Ate Claire’s here!” Despite her protests, she ended on a yawn and Claire smiled, leaning down to rub her cheek.

“I’ll tell you all about my trip tomorrow, okay?”

Tantrum successfully avoided, Claire waved the two sisters off and locked the door, waiting until she was completely alone to melt into the couch.

It started as a sigh, but in no time turned into hot tears streaming soundlessly down her cheeks.

There was nothing she could do. Nothing at all.

She dragged her feet to the bathroom, not bothering to assess the damage in the mirror as she stripped and got into the shower.

The cool water was an unmitigated blessing, doing well to ease the weight of those last few days in Cavite.

Settling into bed in just a shirt – not Jamie’s, because the scent had long since been washed away – she was ready to let dreamless sleep pull her in.

Her phone pinged and her eyes shot open again.

31 messages she’d momentarily forgotten had now turned to 32.

> I expect ye’ll be overwhelmed by the messages when ye get them. Apologies, lass. But, if ye read any at all, I hope it's this one. I love ye, and I’m proud of ye. I miss ye, aye, but I’ll be waiting right here for ye when ye return.

How the bloody hell did he do that? From halfway across the world no less.

She skimmed through the other messages, feeling the tears bubbling anew. But below, her smile was trembling much like her fingers as she wobbly typed a reply.

> Busy? Can I call?

She’d barely taken a breath after clicking send when—

> 5 min, mo graidgh.

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He sprinted back to the dorms, nearly crashing into John at the door of the room.

“Lost Wi-Fi again?”

“Nay, we—” He stopped, looking his roommate up and down. “Where are ye off to?”

“Chess club,” he replied, “And I’ll probably stay over at a friend’s tonight so don’t wait up.”

Jamie waved him off, watching his roommate’s back walk down the hallway with increasing curiosity, but a squeeze to his phone – like the squeeze of her hand in his – reminded him.

He sat on his bed, watching the call connect and already imagining her smile, her laugh as she shook her head at him.

“32 messages, James Fraser?! Are you quite insane?”

When he actually saw her, his entire body tensed.

“Jamie,” she said, attempting so much less than the smile he’d expected.

“Claire… What’s wrong, mo chridhe?”

“Wrong? N-nothing’s—”

“Ye’ve been crying, lass.”

He could almost see her trying to pull a feeble excuse from the thoughts swirling around her head. Then, she sighed.

“What’s happened, mo graidgh?”

Tears were precariously balanced on her lashes. She took a breath and – to his surprise – smiled at him.

“I bloody love you, you know? I just got your messages.”

His cheeks pinked but he said nothing, his eyes gently urging her towards an explanation.

She swallowed, understanding, before she started again.

“There was a little boy, Elijah.” She smiled faintly. “We all called him Eli…”

She’d worked and lived at a centre in rural Cavite, providing any medical assistance needed in the morning and teaching health lessons to locals in the afternoons with Joe taking the opposite shift.

Eli had been a particularly frequent and particularly young student amid mostly teenagers and adults. Only 6-years-old or so, he’d had the kind of bright-eyed curiosity and eagerness that would undoubtedly draw Claire to him.

“He’d want to carry my medical bag everywhere, even though it was basically half his size,” she chuckled. “Followed me around like a little chick so often, Joe started calling him my tail. And he’d have all kinds of questions. We could barely understand each other at first but he was—was so smart and—”

“What happened to him?” He could see her slowly collapsing into herself and his heart physically ached, yearning to break out of his chest and fly across the world just to comfort hers.

“I was getting ready for my second shift on our last day there and I saw a woman talking to one of our supervisors. She was… she was crying, trying to explain something in Tagalog I couldn’t understand and then—I… Eli didn’t show up for class.”

She took a breath and Jamie simply watched her try to ground herself, wanting nothing more than to reach through his phone, take her face in his hands and kiss her tears away.

“Hush now, love. Dinna cry, my heart, my brown-haired lass, I’m here,” he murmured in Gaelic.

“Dengue fever,” she said after a time. “It was sudden. It was fatal. It was—It’s—” She sniffed, despair shifting into frustration. “—we have medicine that could have eased the pain or— Or we… I could have—”

“Christ Claire…” He crossed himself. “I’m so verra sorry, mo chridhe.”

“I could have done something. I should have. I just didn’t… No one knew and—”

“And that’s no’ yer fault, mo nighean donn. None of it was yer fault.”

“I… I just—”

She knuckled away her tears, doing what Jamie wished he could. Every inch of him was on edge, straining to break across borders, distance, time itself to get to her, to tuck her into his chest and shelter her from the rest of the world. His palms were sweaty from both his sprint to the dorm and the sheer will to keep himself from jumping on a plane and flying to her side this very moment.

“I miss you, love,” she said, sounding thoroughly shattered – exactly like his heart. “I… I need—”

“Anything. Anything at all.”

“I need you, Jamie.”

His phone nearly slipped out of his hand.

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