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A Jeon Jeongguk fanfic, by jeonggukkiss.

Tough | mom!reader x ceo!dad!jk with a little bit of reader x yoongi | smut, angst, fluff, slow burn, slice of life ! au series

Warnings for this chapter: kinda edited im not confident wt it tho, nari’s second bday is a rollercoaster of emotions, reader and yoongi talk about their relationship, joon and hobi making their appearance, confessions and arguments, nari cries bc joon scared her >:( , namseok thrash reader's apartment's living room, smut in the form of: unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), daddy kink is this even yoongi smut without daddy kink, reader is just a very needy baby, oral (f receiving), fingering, slight clit play, TOO MUCH DIRTY TALK (yoongi a pro), yoongi's big shlong debut O.o, creampie, degradation, praise, begging, slight nipple play, body worship, yoongi's whipped and reader is sex deprived, yoongi is really really whipped for reader like disgustingly whipped, sloppy seconds but it's reader who wants to go again, yoongi and y/n's vomit-inducing fluff, more to be added

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Chapter 2

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2018

"Y/N! I'm home." Yoongi's voice echoes through the small apartment in the early hours of morning, you wipe your hands off on your apron as you turn to greet him.

He took off his shoes and and set down the sling bag he had before meeting you in the middle. You were the perfect height, a little smaller than him to tuck your head under his chin as you wrap you arms around his neck.

"What do you mean home? You don't live here, Mister Min." You teasingly ask him as he holds you from your waist.

"Home is where my two girls are." He replies softly, feeling the way his chest rumbles when he talks.

You sighed contently and inhaled deeply, missing his manly scent.

Yoongi agreed to visit you every other day, you were alone and you stayed at home, relying on your savings from work and the back account your grandmother passed on to you to attend to your needs.

You didn't want to leave your daughter with other people to take care of her, she's only two years old, she needed you more than ever.

Yoongi tilted your face up by the chin and kissed you softly, greeting your lips with warmth.

This had become a routine every time he came home to you. Yoongi loved greeting you with kisses, you didn't mind it. He was a good kisser. But the two of you never went far more than kissing. You both knew your limits.

He pulled away and kissed your forehead, thumb rubbing your cheek.

"Good morning, beautiful." He says in a deep smiley voice, as if he just woke up and rushed to get here.

You smiled at him before pulling away, going back to cook the perfect birthday breakfast. He joined you in the small kitchen after hanging up his coat. He slipped his hands around you as his chest meets the small of your back.

"Is she awake yet?" He rests his chin onto your shoulder, watching you perfectly flip the golden soufflé pancakes.

"Nope, I woke up really early and showered to get all of this ready. Did I wake you up? I'm sorry. I should've let you sleep more, you're probably so tired from work." You say as you turn off the stove and turn to him, resting your hands onto his chest.

He chuckles at your concern before reaching over you and picked up a small piece and popped it into your mouth. You chew as he leaned down and nuzzles his nose onto yours, a soft smile onto his face.

"It's fine, baby, I was already awake when you called. Jin hyung's coming a bit later though." He kisses your nose before letting you go, setting up the living room table with food. You then went after him to clean the room, picking up toys and folding in Nari's tent.

You both were so domestic with each other, both of you might as well be the kid's mom and dad. Well, at least that's how Nari sees the two of you.

"Ap—pa!" The small two year old can hardly maintain her balance as she runs to Yoongi, hugging his legs as he looked down in surprise. Her princess night dress was ruffled and she was still holding her kitten stuffed doll.

"Baby! Did you just wake up, honey?" Yoongi asks sweetly as he picks up the small girl, giggling as he started to kiss her cheeks. You sighed before turning to kiss her cheek as well, smiling as she grinned at you, most of her teeth were already there.

"Nari-ah, Yoongi is called uncle, remember?" You ask the girl as she thinks for a moment, her brows furrowed and her lips in a small pout before looking back at you. She shook her head and pressed a finger to Yoongi's cheek, still staring at you.

"No, daddy, Appa." She says in the most serious voice, expression angry as her brows furrowed deeply.

Yoongi was the only man that Nari knows the longest, she knows that Yoongi is her father, and sometimes when Jin is around, that was who she called uncle.

Both of you and Yoongi had wide eyes from shock, the two of you looked at each other before laughing. The baby giggling, seeing her two favourite people laugh.

"Okay, baby, Yoongi is daddy." You chuckle lightly as she reaches for you. You adjust her on your hip, feeling her growing weight as Yoongi quickly went to the kitchen.

"Do you know what day it is, honey?" You ask the two year old on your hip, who was busy playing with your fleece sweater. She looks up after a moment, eyes curious looking at you with her head tilted to the side.

"Day?" She blabbers out cutely, oblivious of her birthday. You giggle and puckered your lips, she smiled and kissed you all over your face, it was the thing she knew how to do. She pulled away when she deemed she had filled your entire face with her kisses.

"Happy birthday to you~" You heard Yoongi's soft voice singing behind you, the baby on your hip gasped and leaned over your shoulder, getting a good look on the soufflé pancakes.

You smile and put her down before reaching over to the side of the couch and picked up the camera. You turn around to see her sitting on the couch with Yoongi approaching her, wearing a paper party hat, the candles were stuck on the side of the plate, away from the pancakes.

You sing with him, recording with your left hand with your phone while your right was using the DSLR to take pictures.

You documented every moment you had with Nari, sometimes with Yoongi, most of the time with both.

"Blow your candles and make a wish, baby!" She giggles at Yoongi's words before she blew the candles, having trouble because she kept sticking out her tongue so Yoongi had to help her. You cheered and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

You then placed the camera onto the shelf below the television, the perfect height were you three were all seen in the screen of the camera while sitting on the couch. You pressed the timer and quickly sat next to Nari, she was sitting between you and Yoongi.

"Say Nari!" You said before you smiled widely as you heard the two of them say,

"Nari!"

"Nawi!"

And the photo was taken. You smile before tackling the little girl next to you. Yoongi laughed and got off the couch, getting the rest of the breakfast you made. You sat up straight before looking at Nari.

"Eomma, I gips?" She peers under her long lashes to look at you shyly, hands fumbling with each other.

You nod and she quickly jumps up on the couch, squealing excitedly while her hands found your face before squishing. She always does this when she's excited. You laugh lightly before pulling her hands down and making her sit onto your lap.

"You can get your gifts later, but what did mommy tell you about jumping on the couch?" You lightly tell her as you brush her now messy brown hair, her big light hazel eyes looking up at you. She was growing up so beautifully.

"Fall, I cry." She says this while nodding her head, realising her mistake, she suddenly gasps and hugs you.

"Sowwy, not do." Her broken Korean made you chuckle. You rake your hand through her hair and sighed before kissing her head. You pull her back to make her stare at you, holding her face gently between your hands.

"If something happens to Nari, eomma will cry, uncle Yoongi will cry, uncle Jinnie will also cry, we don't want that, right, baby?" She quickly shook her head and you smile.

"So you have to be very careful, okay?" She nods just in time as Yoongi comes in with a tray of food.

He places it onto the coffee table before getting Nari's chair out. She drops off the sofa and sat on the chair before choosing what to eat.

She started to eat independently when she turned 1. And since then, she never gone a day without choosing what to eat by herself, only asking for help when she wants to use chopsticks.

Yoongi sits next to you and reaches for the fruit bowl, giving one to you and getting chicken with rice for himself.

You all watch the television as the morning news came on.

"New Crowned Prince of the Jeon Enterprises just turned 20 today! Mr. Jeon has now officially and legally gave his only son, Jeon Jeongguk, the title of CEO—" The news anchor starts. Yoongi didn't even let her finish her report before changing the channel to Nari's favourite cartoons.

You look at him and see him just continuing to eat as if nothing happened. He felt your gaze and looks at you.

"What?" He asks with a mouthful of fried chicken. You just giggle and lean in to kiss his bulging cheek, making him look so cute.

"Eomma, appa." You both were startled and looked down at your daughter, Nari was already looking at both of you. You smiled tiredly before gesturing for her to eat her food. Once she's immersed in her cartoons, you turn to Yoongi with a worried expression.

"I'm worried." You start.

"Why?" Answers the man sitting beside you.

"What if she grows up thinking you're her dad? Then she suddenly meets Jeongguk and-"

"We'll tell her when she's older and knows the difference between her dad and her uncle. You don't have to worry about this, babe. Let her grow first, you have her whole life to teach her everything you know." Yoongi assures you, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him, making you lean into his side.

You sigh as you pressed your head against Yoongi's shoulder and nod, feeling as if a little bit of weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

Thank god for Yoongi.

"Baby, are you done?" You finished your fruit bowl and checked to see if Nari's plate was finished. There were bits of rice everywhere. You sigh when she meets your gaze, she suddenly smiled sheepishly.

"Clean now?" She asks and raises her arms cutely, knowing you can't resist her charm, you and Yoongi chuckle.

Rolling your eyes, you picked her up and bounced her lightly on your hip.

"You're lucky you're cute." You teased playfully, nuzzling your nose on hers before leaning into Yoongi.

You kissed his lips gently before pulling back, your daughter stares at you both before she kisses Yoongi in the cheek.

"Kiss eomma, appa." She blubbers, her voice so light and music into your ears.

"I'll clean it up, babe. Go give her a bath." Yoongi kisses both yours and Nari's forehead before standing up, starting to clear the coffee table of food.

"Bath time~" You sang as you hauled Nari with you. She squealed in delight as you playfully ran to the bathroom, well, not before stopping by your room to get towels.

You lift up her night dress, grimacing when you took of her soiled diapers, she giggled at your reaction. You undressed as well before you gently push your jumping daughter into the shower.

You laid the rubber mat on the shower floor so the both of you can sit down under the stream of water. She sits in front of you and waited for you to get the shower head from up top.

"Hehehehe~ eomma." She points out to your chest with a giggle as you sit in front of her. You laugh and shook your head.

Your Nari was a funny kid but a smart one too, at least.

You wash her hair and then after, she does the same to you, always making sure you get the same treatment. You loved when she always tries to massage your scalp like you do to her but she's really just shaking your head with her hands, making you laugh loudly.

"Baby, are you trying to make mommy's brain dance?" You held her hands to make her stop before turning around, her hair was up to form a spike, held by the shampoo in her hair. She giggles and nods aggressively.

You smile before rinsing her head first, then rinsing yours.

You then lather up the loofa with the baby bar soap.

"Arms up, baby." You gesture for her. She raised her hands over her head and then you start to scrub, tickling her in the process.

Bath time continued on like this, you two try to condition your hair before getting distracted and laughing. Once you had deemed both you and your daughter rinsed you wrapped her up in your matching white fluffy robes Yoongi got you both.

You sit her on the counter before reaching for both of your toothbrushes. You eyed Yoongi's toothbrush, wondering if he'll be sleeping here tonight before you handed her hers, you brush your teeth first then brushed hers.

It wasn't long till she was slouching on to the counter, eyes fluttering closed with her toothbrush still in her mouth.

You chuckled, she was always like this, likes to take naps after baths because she feels so cool and refreshed, plus she was full and ate well earlier. You wake her up for a bit to make her rinse her mouth.

She raised her arms up to you, "Up, up."

You pick her up and almost in an instant she laid her head on to your shoulder as you both step out the bathroom. You crossed the small hallway and neared the living room to see Yoongi sitting down the couch as he just finished cleaning.

"I think we're going out a little later than planned, Nari wants to nap first." You tell him as you turned around just enough to let Yoongi view the sleeping child.

"That's fine, Jin-hyung should be here any moment and we could all just chill while waiting for her to wake up." He nods and sends you a smile. You smile back at him before going to your bedroom.

"Nari, you have to get dressed first, baby." You wake her up, placing her onto the bed, before getting her clothes, a checkered print tshirt and gray fabric shorts so she could sleep comfortably, and slowly putting it on her, careful not to move her too much as she gets a bit cranky being woken up.

Her hair was still a bit wet, so after you got dressed in grey sweats, a white tank top with Yoongi's oversized white sweater, you sat in the bed and pulled her onto your lap, her face facing your chest while you dried the back of her head using a towel.

You leaned over the side of the bed to turn on the rotating fan, making sure Nari wasn't sweating so much, she hates sleeping without a fan on.

You hum a tune while swaying her side to side, raking your hands through her hair to dry it as the fan blows to you.

You finally lay her down, her hair not completely dry but it was fine enough. You were about to go out to the living room before you heard voices.

"Hyung! You're here, finally." Yoongi's voice sounded throughout the living room.

"Yeah, I know you missed me, where's Y/N and Na-" You heard Jin's voice get cut off with a loud bang of the front door, you furrow your eyebrows, leaning against the wall to peak at the crack of the door, but it was no use since all you can see was the hallway, so you opted to close your door and locked it quickly.

Something seemed wrong.

There was a still quiet moment.

"N-namjoon? Hoseok?" Yoongi's voice sounded out, laced with shock and clear nervousness.

Namjoon? Hoseok?

Your eyes widen in worry and shock, covering your mouth when a loud gasp bursts through your lips.

How did they found you? How did they know you were here?

"We followed Jin hyung, we saw him sneak behind the couch going out the front door while we were watching tv. You two are being secretive the past year, always going in and out on certain days, sometimes not even coming home to the apartment. What are you two hiding that we can't see? What is this place?" You heard Namjoon's deep voice laced with disappointment.

You heard a bit of shuffling, your eyes peered at the door knob, waiting for it to rattle but it never did, you sighed in relief before pressing your ear against the door again.

"What is all this? Baby toys? A pink tent? Hyung, are you and Jin-"

"No! No, it's not what it looks like. It really isn't." Yoongi quickly declines. You heard Jin's sigh.

"What do you mean it isn't? What, you want to act like a single dad now?" Namjoon snapped at him harshly, tired of being lied to. You can just imagine his face. Jaw locked and eyes burning daggers on his elders.

"Namjoon, I'm older than you and I-"

"I know you're older than us but what do you think we feel right now? You think the others won't suspect you both 'cuz they're young and always out but we're old enough to know when we're being lied to. Hyung, you're my roommate for heaven's sakes! You don't think I notice when your bed's empty? You don't think I notice I don't see Jin hyung eating a banana in the kitchen at midnight like he normally would?" Hoseok angrily answers. You quickly looked over your shoulder to see if Nari had woken up since their voices are a bit loud, but she's still sleeping soundly.

"You both also missed three of Jeongguk's birthdays. Last last year, last year, and now this year. And— what's this? A party hat?" You heard Namjoon tear the paper party hat, the ripping sounds making your heart hurt a little bit, remembering how the small hat made Yoongi look.

"Namjoon, Hoseok, please just leave, I—" Jin tries to say before you hear a loud crash, a loud shatter, and bang, followed by Namjoon's yell.

"I will not leave until we get an explanation! This friend group's slowly drifting apart! What do both of you have to hide?!" He yelled so loudly it echoed into the bedroom, like he was inside the room as well, the intensity making you jump.

You heard a sniffle behind you, you stilled.

"E-eomma?"

You quickly looked over your shoulder and see Nari slowly sitting up, tears already streaming down her cheeks, a scared glint colouring her eyes as you see her bottom lip visibly wobble.

You run to her and cover her ears, quickly hugging her and shushing her cries as a series of shouts and more crashing sounds echoed through the hallway.

"E-eomma, Nawi, s-scare." She sniffles harder onto your chest, mumbled by your sweater. You rubbed her back softly.

"You should fucking leave." You heard Yoongi's voice say. Your eyes widen in disbelief.

"Not until you stop fucking lying!" You heard Hoseok's voice shout as another loud bang sounded through. Nari looked up and stared at the door, crying harder.

It made you see red suddenly. You sat up.

No one swears in this house. Your motherly conscience got the best of you before you picked up Nari and went to the door.

"Nari, cover your ears once mommy talks, sweetie." You tell her and she quickly complies.

You opened the door and stomped loudly, your body carrying a crying Nari coming into the living room, making the four men stop with whatever they were doing.

A silent moment stilled upon the whole apartment.

Seeing the place thrashed and wrecked, you slowly neared the shelf on the television after placing Nari down, holding her hand, her little feet following near you and never leaving your behind.

You picked up a picture frame, glass broken from being thrown. It was a picture of you three in the hospital, Yoongi holding a one-day-old Nari with you in the hospital bed.

You slowly looked up and see the shock from the faces of the two new people.

"Who broke this?" You sneered lowly, face blank of expression. You slowly look into each of the men's eyes, seeing a glint of fear build up quickly.

They knew they fucked up.

Everyone pointed to Namjoon who clearly looked guilty, seems like he was the one who threw the stray pillow that was under the shelf. Nari stays, hiding behind you, away from the view of the men.

Namjoon and Hoseok's shock were now replaced with nervousness and fear. They knew how scary you can get when you're mad.

"And who swore?" You raised a brow, holding up the picture frame. You already knew who, but you wanted them to know that they should be scared. You visibly saw Hoseok and Yoongi gulp before raising their hands.

"Did no one tell you that not one person swears in this house?!" Your voice slowly raised in octave with each word, making your whole body shake. You saw them flinched.

You pick up two throw pillows next to you and literally threw it to Hoseok and Yoongi, making the two of them cover their face.

"And who gave you the audacity to thrash my living room?! Do you pay the rent?! Do you pay the helper?! Do you expect me to clean all of this for you?! Do you?!" The four of them shook their heads, looking down as they stand before you.

For some, it would be a funny sight to see four tall and big men look down at the floor and cower before you. But the seven of them know better than to cross you, they know they should never make you mad.

'Cause this is what happens.

"You two are so stupid to think your hyungs don't have a good reason why they're being sneaky! And you two could have done a better job at being sneaky!" You neared them and flicked all their foreheads with two fingers.

They groaned and rubbed the spot where you flicked them.

You went back to your place, Nari still following you while covering her ears. You motioned for Yoongi to come forward with your hand before crossing your arms.

He looks at Jin hesitantly and pleaded for help quietly with his eyes, but the eldest in the room pushes him toward you, not wanting to be under your anger radar.

You tilted Yoongi's chin to make him look at you. He gulps as you smiled fakely, knowing nothing good can happen with that smile.

And he was right. Because your sock-covered foot was meeting his in a painful stomp. The force made him fall and clutch his foot, groaning in pain.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry!" He chanted quickly with his eyes closed while clutching his foot, rolling on the floor. You looked up at the men, when you met their gazes yours they quickly backed away.

"Clean this up! Jin oppa?" The eldest flinched before looking up at you.

"Y-yes?"

"Call me in the room when everything's tidied up." He nods and the four of them started to frantically pick up the things they had thrown.

You turned around to pick up Nari, who was already staring at you with her red rimmed eyes. You sighed and kissed her cheek before she looked over your shoulder, curiously looking at the busy men following your order.

It was 1 in the afternoon.

"Y/N?" The door creaks open just as you had finished doing your daughter's hair. You both looked up and saw Jin through the crack of the door.

You changed your daughter's clothes to something warmer, and you only changed your tank top into a turtlenecked sweater. You decided to go out with the plans for Nari's birthday once everything's settled down.

"We cleaned everything up." You nod and turned Nari around. Jin leaving the two of you be, closing the door gently behind you.

"Nari, baby, listen closely to eomma, okay?" You held her hands in between the two of you, staring at her eyes as she nods.

"Two more of your uncles came today to celebrate your birthday. The tall one is uncle Joonie, and the other one is uncle Hobi, got it baby?" She nods, listening carefully to your words. You furrow your brows and ask her softly,

"Do you want to meet them?" She nods again.

"Do you want to hug them too?" She thinks for a moment, looking down at your intertwined hands before looking back up, her small face clear to view because of her normally long hair were in pigtails.

"Joonie scawy." She says unsurely.

Whenever she meets someone new, her go-to action was to hug them first. But she's certainly having a hard time deciding right now because of her first impression of Namjoon.

"Uncle Joonie is a good person, baby, he was just mad at Yoongi." You raised your hand to cradle her small cheek, rubbing your thumb across to soothe her stress.

"Appa do bad?" She looks up at you in worry.

"No baby, he didn't do anything bad, he just made uncle Joonie angry." She nods before looking at the closed door, contemplating. You look at the door as well before looking back at her.

"Let's go meet them?" She looks at you for a moment, then nods.

You stood up from the bed and she reaches for your hand, holding it tightly as you open the door. She follows quietly behind you as you both reached the living room, the men were now seated on the couch, anxiously waiting for you. Yoongi was sitting on the single cushioned chair beside them.

You cleared your throat loudly before their heads raised up to yours. Hoseok's eyes were glistening with unshed tears and Namjoon was just really in a state of shock.

"Y/N, is it really you?" Hoseok asks from the couch. You neared them, keeping Nari hidden behind you.

It seems that after the dispute earlier, they didn't notice the little kid trailing behind you. They were far more focused on trying not to get swatted by your hand than looked at the two feet behind yours.

"Hi oppa." You bowed and smiled softly. Namjoon suddenly sits up straight.

"Why did you leave, Y/N? We missed you lots. You know, you scared us to death. And what is all this? Why were you hiding from us all this time?" He asks softly this time, his anger seeming to have deflate while they cleaned earlier.

Namjoon and Hoseok looked at you curiously, Yoongi and Jin looked at you with a wide smile of anticipation, waiting for you to reveal,

"Nari?"

You call behind you and looked over your shoulder, looking down at the girl clutching your legs. You brought your hand to the back of her head as you stepped aside, giving the men view of her.

Hoseok gasps and held his breath while Namjoon's eyes were wide as saucers. Nari looks at all the men before her eyes landed on Yoongi, she smiled and ran to him, giggling.

"Appa!" She quickly climbs Yoongi's lap and stands on his thighs, her small weight seeming to have no effect on him as he smiles widely before quickly wrapping his arms around the little girl to prevent her from falling.

"Hi sweetheart." Yoongi says and she gushes while giggling as Yoongi nuzzles his face onto her torso.

"A-appa?" Namjoon, for the first time, stutters out as you all looked at the two.

Hoseok finally found out how to breathe again.

"Yoongi, you're — her dad?" Hoseok asks in small breathes.

"Kind of, it's a long story." Yoongi confirms, busy with the little girl squirming in his lap, playing with her stuffed kitten.

"How about we go out to eat? It's Nari's birthday today, and I'm sure you're all hungry for lunch." You proposed. They all nod and stand up, Yoongi carrying Nari with him.

The men in the room stare at you and Yoongi as you both got Nari ready.

It was like they were watching a family on an outing.

You took your coat, Nari's backpack filled with two milk bottles, two diapers, a baby cloth, napkins and baby wipes. You put in an extra t shirt because you knew she was a messy eater. Yoongi took the bag from you and slung it over his shoulder while you brought the biggest umbrella you had in the house.

"Jin hyung, can you hand me Nari's coat up there?" Yoongi points to the coat hanger as he helps Nari with her shoes.

"The brown one or the candy canes?"

"The brown one, it doesn't look like it's going to rain but it's a bit chilly out." Hoseok says as he sees that the brown one was more thicker. Jin hands over the brown to Yoongi, the man helping her putting it on as you sneakily snuck in another pack of tissue in Nari's bag.

Yoongi turning around to look at you exasperatedly, you raised your brows in questioning.

"What? My daughter is a messy eater." You say as a matter of fact with a raised brow, but the man just chuckled at you and went with your explanation.

When Nari was all done, Jin and Yoongi took both sides of her and held her hands and went out first.

Hoseok went to drape an arm on your shoulders and Namjoon reached out to hold your hand.

"Listen, we both missed you, but you have a lot of explaining to do, Missy." Namjoon side eyed you, his brow raised. You chuckle and nodded.

"Sure, oppa." And the six of you went out in the cold, sunny Seoul.

"So you're telling me, Nari is practically Yoongi's child?" Hoseok asks in surprise as the six of you sit inside the restaurant.

You were chewing on your bulgogi beef as Nari sipped on spoonfuls of kimchi stew Yoongi was feeding her; she loved spicy food. Her stomach tolerance on the flavour surprised you the first time you tried to offer her kimchi.

You nod and sighed.

"Nari sees Yoongi as her dad, I think it's because he actually raised her with me and has been with her the longest, he's the only man in her life, well besides Jin oppa, and now you two. It's a mess. I told Nari countless times to call Yoongi uncle, she kept saying appa." You picked up a piece of tissue and wiped the remnants of the stew on Nari's mouth, smilling as she mumbled a thank you before opening her mouth again to Yoongi.

"And Jeongguk's her real father?" Namjoon thinks out loud. You nod and confirm it as Jin puts more beef onto your plate, you thank him.

"Wait, so like, are you and Yoongi... you know? A thing?" Hoseok asks, scooping up a spoonful of rice and following it with the bulgogi beef Jin was cooking on the grill.

You and Yoongi looked at each other, not really knowing what to answer.

You both never really established what you had between the two of you. All the kisses, hugs, movie nights, dates. The way he greets you whenever he comes to visit, the way he holds you in bed when he decides to stay the night.

You didn't know. What were you two?

"Y/N's..." He starts, going back to feed the little girl when she tugged on his sleeve. The men around the table unconsciously leaned in, even you, were anticipating his answer.

"Y/N is Y/N." He looks up and nods at them with a blank expression. They all grumble in disappointment and sat back. You laugh and nodded, agreeing with the man feeding your daughter.

"And Yoongi is Yoongi." You confirm as you stuffed your mouth with beef and rice. Hoseok crosses his arms as Namjoon's eyes shift between the two of you, Seokjin continuing to cook on the grill.

"What does that even mean, hyung?" Hoseok asks the elder in laughter. The man in question shrugged and ignore them all, baby talking Nari as the two of them started a conversation.

When they received no answer, the two of them looked at you. You raised your eyebrows and shook your head, refusing to answer them as well.

Hoseok grumbled and Namjoon sighed.

"It means they don't know, so shut up and eat your food." Jin says as he fills their plates with more flavour ribs and beef. Namjoon nodded and ate as Hoseok picked up his chopsticks.

"Pssh, rude." He scoffs before scuffing down at his plate.

The table was quiet for a few, the soft voices of Nari and Yoongi in baby-conversation accompanied by the restaurant's chatter was filling the space.

"Uncle." Nari suddenly says, making all the men on the table look up.

"Yes dear?"

"What, honey?"

"Why, sweetie?"

Nari giggles as Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Uhm, I think she was referring to me." Hoseok started. Namjoon laughs airily before talking with a sassy tone and a raised brow.

"You wish, she looked at me when she said it." He crosses his arms.

"Excuse you, I was her first uncle here, you all can eat quietly, what is it sweetie?" Jin smugly says to the two before looking at Nari with a soft smile. Nari giggles shyly then shook her head before looking at you.

"Eomma." She calls. You laugh loudly before you brush your fingers down her pigtails.

"Me? I thought you called uncle?" You ask her as she licks the ice cream Namjoon ordered for her. She looks at you and then smiles.

"Eomma pwetty." She randomly gurgles. You smile before you leaned to kiss her cheek. Yoongi was looking at you both with adoration.

And if someone was watching, it would look like a scene from a happy Disney movie. That's how the men on the table look at you three.

"Okay we gotta take pictures." Hoseok pulls out his phone before stretching out his arm, he looks over his shoulder and asks,

"Do you guys say anything for Nari before taking pictures?" You nod, cleaned Nari's face and made her face the camera.

"Say Nari!" You cheered loudly as the others follow.

"Nari!" Says the uncles and mommy.

"Nawi!" Says the little baby. Hoseok clicks the button.

"Nari?" Says the new person that had enter the restaurant, startled by the cheers of the table.

You looked over your shoulder and saw the boy's landlord. Your eyes widen in surprise, not expecting the new comer, but you weren't worried.

Mr. Bang is like a father to you.

"Oh! Mr. Bang!" You waved him over to your table as the boys follow your gaze with surprise. Said man comes and greets all of you as he nears the table.

Mr. Bang smiles at the sight of you and the boys, nostalgia hitting him as he sits between Jin and you.

"Mr. Bang, are you here for the rent money?" Hoseok asks jokingly and the table rumbled with laughter, Nari looking at the newcomer with — once again — curiosity.

"Aigoo, I told you that the house was yours to keep, yes?" He waved them off with his hand as you offered him a plate. You gasped in surprise before looking at him.

"Really?! You gave them the dorm house?!" You ask him with wide eyes. They all chuckle at your reaction.

"Yes, Y/N, a big luxurious one in Hannamdong, you know I treat these boys like my sons." He says proudly before picking up a piece of beef and eating it.

"Really? 5 years ago you were banging on our dorm doors and threatening to kick us out because we just put the trash bags out and not in the bin." Yoongi comments and all of you around the table laughed loudly. Your stomach cramped as you tried to regain your breathing.

"Aish! I told you I was sorry for that!" Mr. Bang pointed his chopsticks at Yoongi, making the man shrug and lean back on his chair, the atmosphere calming down to soft chatter.

"By the way, how are you doing, Y/N? I haven't seen you since..." Mr. Bang trails off, deeming the subject uncomfortable to say. You waved it off and smiled.

"I've been doing great, Mr. Bang. Been busy and all." You don't think he sees Nari because she was sitting between you and Yoongi, so you were unintentionally blocking the little girl from Mr. Bang's view as he sat at the head of the table.

"Do you work?"

"Not at the moment, I've been taking care of something else, or someone." You leaned into your chair to give him view of your daughter, licking her ice cream in her baby chair.

The men chuckle as they see Mr. Bang's eyes widen, jaw going slack as he looks at the little girl.

"Is she your daughter?" Mr. Bang recovers from his shock and now was smiling and waving at the girl.

You nod and turned to pick up Nari from the high chair and put her down, her little feet padded instantly to Mr. Bang's seat. He pulled her into his lap and she quickly warmed up to him hugging him with one hand as her other was holding the ice cream.

Nari was like a observe-to-be-sure kind of kid. As long as she sees her mom smile at the person she was talking to, she deemed that person her mom's friend, and her mom's friend is her friend as well.

"Aigoo, what a cutie." You smile at your uncle's words.

"Of course, she takes after me." You say jokingly and Yoongi scoffs playfully. You look at him and push his shoulder lightly before he smiles and he places his hand on your thigh.

"Are you her dad, Yoongi?" Mr. Bang asks as Nari busies herself with playing with his glasses.

"Jeongguk is, but I raised her and she calls me appa." Yoongi simply answers. Mr. Bang stops and nods after a moment, not prying into the subject anymore.

He knows how you and Jeongguk ended, but didn't know what happened after you disappeared, but nonetheless, he didn't try to pester you with questions as he just played at the cute baby on his lap.

Lunch continued on 'til you were all full. You paid the bill even though the men all wanted to pitch in and pay it for you, but you said, "It's Nari's birthday, consider it her treat." So they stopped nagging you about the bill.

As the seven of you walked down the street, Hoseok and Jin were holding Nari's hand and were walking first. You had your hand wrapped around Yoongi's arm, inseparable as the two of you walked behind them, Namjoon and Mr. Bang were behind you conversing about changing something in their apartment.

The triad in front of you suddenly stop, making you and Yoongi look at them. Nari gasped and saw the sign of a store nearby. She turned to look at you, still holding her chonnies hands.

"Eomma! Eomma!" She squeals in excitement as she jumps up and down.

"What is it?" Hoseok asks as he smiles at the excited baby.

"It's her favourite toy shop." You sighed before you nodded at her. It was her birthday after all.

She squeals and pulled their hands towards the shop, Jin almost stumbling at the strength of the two year old.

The rest of the group followed closely behind, as soon as all of you were inside the shop, everyone had all dispersed, talking about what to get for Nari. You and Yoongi were walking together before he stops in front of a toy.

It was a hardware tools set, all in different colors. You smiled at Yoongi.

"You don't mind that it's essentially for boys, right? It's just that — she likes to pretend she's building furniture and stuff ever since she saw me fix the coffee table last July." He asks for your approval first as he picked up the box.

"What do you mean for boys? Yoongi, it's fine, it doesn't matter what gender it's for. As long as she'll be happy with it, then we'll get her all the tools and broken furniture to fix in the world." You kissed his cheek before he smiled at you, tucking the box under his free arm and continuing to walk with you throughout the store.

You eventually saw Namjoon, who was looking at a box before he saw the two of you.

"You think she'd like this?" He turned the box to you.

It was a block puzzle, with the blocks shaped as people in the army in different shades of purple. You had to assemble the soldiers to form a shape that was in the picture book the set came with.

You smiled at him and nodded, "She loves the colour purple and smart enough to know shapes, she'll love it." Yoongi confirms.

Namjoon smiles widely and thanks you both before quickly running to the cashier and having it wrapped up. You both follow him and also had yours wrapped to a gift.

Mr. Bang follows behind shortly, holding a giant yellow stuffed dog that stands at half of Namjoon's height. You laughed in surprise as the staff just shoved it into a huge plastic bag that had designs on it, to at least make it look like it was wrapped as a present.

You all walked out of the store, waiting for the three people outside.

And when they were out, Hoseok was wheeling Nari in a bike. Your eyes widen in surprise. That must've cost a lot.

"God, that must've been expensive, oppa." You say to him as Jin follows behind, holding a plastic bag filled with other toys.

"Nonsense, I'd buy anything for my little Nari, you think we didn't see the broken one outside your apartment's door when we followed Jin hyung?" He raises a brow at you playfully. You sighed and thanked them, feeling grateful.

You've been meaning to replace that one with a new one but haven't found time to go out alone to surprise her.

All of you were now walking towards the local playground, a comfortable chatter between all of you, sometimes Nari will slip in with her random blubbering, making all of you laugh.

It was now 3 in the afternoon, the sun was still high up in the sky but the weather was so chilly that you had to stick next to Yoongi for warmth, your coat doing you no justice whatsoever despite it being the thickest and warmest you have.

"Uhm, guys?" Namjoon stops you all, the group turning around to look at him but he was looking down at his phone.

"What's wrong, Joon?" Jin asks as he comes near to the back of the group. He leans in to look at Joon's phone before fumbling with the bags, reaching out to his back pocket.

"What's going on?" You ask, wondering why were they suddenly acting fidgety.

"Just tell me what happened when I get back, I'll distract Nari for a bit, she's bothered why we got all quiet." Said Hoseok before he wheeled Nari around, distracting her with his sound effects from the thick tension around the group.

"Jeongguk's sending screaming chats to our gc."

"He's mad, talking about how we bailed on him on his 21st." Namjoon replied while typing aggressively on his phone, Jin quiet as he types as well.

Mr. Bang had left a little earlier, saying that he'll mail the large stuffed toy since no one wanted to carry it while walking around town.

"Uhm, did you have plans for today with him?" You timidly ask them and Namjoon nods, continuing to type. Yoongi sighs before turning you to face him then hugs you.

"We were supposed to go drink at this exclusive club he goes to, he's got a whole section rented out since he's famous." Yoongi rubs your back to comfort your stress. You sighed before wrapping your arms around his waist, watching Hoseok talk to Nari playfully.

"I think you all should go. He doesn't know that you all came by to see me, let alone know I'm alive. Just say you weren't together but met up and came home when you saw his messages." You insisted. You didn't want to cause a rift into their friendship.

You already did once.

"It's fine, babe. It was for Nari anyway." Yoongi kisses your forehead before he pulls out his phone, sending a quick 'calm down Jeongguk' to the gc.

"No, I'm being serious, you two have been doing this for 2 years now, today makes it 3." You point at Yoongi and Jin. You quickly call Hoseok over, when he was near enough you turned to Namjoon.

"And I don't want you two, Namjoon oppa, Hobi oppa, to do the same. He's still a friend that you know the longest. He's still your brother. It's fine if you miss Nari's birthday sometimes, she understands, right baby?" You look at the baby that was still sitting on the bike, she looks up at you and smile while nodding, even though she doesn't understand what you just said.

"I guess we better get home." Namjoon sighs as he turns off his phone and picked up the plastic bags that had fallen.

"We'll walk you to your apartment, Y/N." Hoseok says before all of you started to walk towards your complex. Silence engulfing the group, gone were the happy auras earlier, now replace with dread.

Once you've reached your door, which was on the third floor of the building, you let Nari in first, putting her down from carrying her up the stairs. Hoseok wheels the bike by the door, folding it up as the others wait outside the entrance of your apartment.

Nari runs inside and gets her box of toys. Jin puts down the bags of gifts they had bought her before he stands up and hugs you.

"We'll visit soon." He says as he pulls away from the hug. You smiled. The other two did the same, bidding you a goodbye and a see you soon.

"Yoongi, are you driving your own car or you wanna ride with us?" Hoseok asks as he twirls his keys. Yoongi shook his head and waved them off.

"You go first, I'll see you all at home." They nod and said goodbye. You close the door after Yoongi came in, lifting the bags to put them into Nari's playroom. You start to walk to the living room when your phone dinged.

It was from your sister.

AreumUgly: Hey sis, I'm outside your complex, wanna ask if I can take Nari out with Janyeon, he's been wanting to see her

You look to the living room to see your Nari pouting, she didn't want to go home yet since she now knows it was her birthday.

Y/N Eonni: Yea sure lemme just ask her

"Nari baby? Do you wanna go to your auntie Areum's for a bit? Janyeon's with her." You ask when you saw her playing with her stuffed kitten. She looked up at you and nodded aggressively with excitement before lifting her arms out to you.

You went down the apartment with her in your arms and saw your sister with her son, Janyeon, who was around Nari's age as well. You greet her with a kiss on the cheek and a hug, then set Nari down, the two kids bonding instantly. You hand her Nari's backpack which still had her stuff you packed earlier in it.

"We'll be back a bit late, around dinner time, Eomma and Appa did said they wanted to see the kids, did they text you yet?" She asks you as you both stand outside the building.

Your parents finally reached out to you when Nari turned one. They were crying when they came to your apartment with Areum's help and had apologised repeatedly. You were a big mama's girl, well, also a papa's girl because you were the first born. You cried too and forgave them. Now, they were constantly video calling and made you visit them, always having Nari with you, sometimes Yoongi coming along.

"They did? I haven't received a text yet." You opened your phone and sure enough, no texts and calls from your parents.

"Yeah, well, they were supposed to send a text, since they planned to surprise Nari today. But then their sink got clogged again and they said they were just going to text you to come and I don't know, fix it for them? But I don't know." She jokingly shrugged and you laugh with her before she called the kids over.

"We'll get going now, see you later!" She holds each of their hands and you crouched down to kiss each of their cheeks. They start to walk and you waved to Nari, who looked back and waved.

"Be safe! Love you!"

You went back inside the complex, took the elevator to your floor, walked through the hallway and through your door, to see Yoongi standing in the middle of the living room, staring at his phone, his back was towards you. Locking the front door, you started walking towards him.

You quietly got behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, startling him.

"Are you staying for a bit?" You ask him as he turns around. He reaches and pushed away the stray hairs falling on your face since you took out your hair from your bun.

He nods and lowers his hands to wrap around your waist, your hands reaching up to wrap around his neck. He pulls you closer and rests his forehead against yours before slowly swaying your bodies side to side.

"Yoongi?"

"Hmm?"

"What are we?" You push against him, hands on top of his chest as you looked up at him. He looks at you in gentle surprise, not expecting that question from you.

"What do you want us to be?" He softly asks you as he runs a hand through your hair before it rests on your cheek, thumb rubbing your skin softly.

What did you want you two to be?

You never imagined you and Yoongi in a relationship, let alone raise a child together. He was practically your husband with no strings attached. The way you acted with each other was so natural, you two were like a married couple. But the way you felt about Yoongi, it scared you. It confuses you. You knew how he feels about you, and he knows that you can't return them. You started to doubt what you said to him about your emotions.

Can't you really return them?

"I..." You trailed off. Uncertainty waving through your veins, filling your fingertips as Yoongi felt them fist his shirt lightly.

"You don't have to—" You quickly cut him off with your fingertip on his mouth when he starts.

You had to get this off your chest. You had to say this before you burst.

"I, Yoongi, I-I think, we can be something... more..." You struggle to say and looked down at the floor, embarrassed that you had actually confessed like a high schooler. You mentally groaned.

This was so easier back then with Jeongguk, why is it so awkward now? You thought.

You then felt his fingertips tug your chin upwards, when your eyes finally met his, he was smiling so widely. You lost your breath for a moment.

He was perfect. Perfect. You needed him to take care of you. Needed him in every way possible.

"I love you, Y/N, so so much." He says while tipping your chin. You struggle to say it back, words caught in your throat, staring at the beauty before you named Min Yoongi.

He chuckled at your reaction.

"You're not obligated to say it, if you don't-"

"I love you, Yoongi." You say out before you crashed your lips onto his, hands finding his neck as you leaned in harshly.

His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer. His tongue prying your mouth open, exploring a bit before dancing with yours. He steered you both through the hallway, and into your room before pushing you gently on the bed.

Laying on top of you, he pushes you further so you were laying down, not pulling away from your lips.

As soon as you felt his hands on your sides, caressing every bit of your skin, you let out a rather loud moan. He pulls away quickly and says in his husky voice, panting for a bit.

"Quiet, baby, I wanna show you just how much I love you." He smirks at you, sending a wave of pleasure to your core as he leans in again, this time aiming for your neck as he suddenly sucks on the soft skin.

You groan out loudly, fisting his shirt before lifting it up, he took the signal and leaned away to take off his shirt. You copied him, taking off the sweater and the turtle neck before you looked at him. He was already staring at your chest hungrily and in adoration.

"Fuck, you're a goddess." His eyes flicker between yours and your chest. You laughed and pulled him in by his arm.

"If I knew better, I would be screaming at you for cussing." You whisper in his ear before licking his earlobe, bitting it softly while pulling away to lay your head back onto the bed.

"Well good thing you don't, 'cause now you'll be screaming my name instead." He says before he dove back in your neck and kissed down to your chest. He eyes them before looking up at you, asking for permission with his eyes.

You arched your back up and unclasped your bra, letting your breasts out in front of his eyes. His now wide eyes were ogling shamelessly, he licked his lips and captured one nipple into his mouth.

"Pretty tits." He says as he sucked and licked on your nipple, licking and suckling until it was taut and sensitive.

You moaned and gripped his hair as he suckled and flicked it with his tongue while he fondled with the other in his hand, twisting and playing with your other nipple in his fingers.

"Y-Yoongi, please, I-" He shushes you up by putting two fingers in your mouth. You moaned around his fingers and sucked harshly, wanting to be full. Your hands slid down his chest down to his trousers, fumbling around with his belt as he layered hickeys over hickeys onto your chest, paying more attention to your nipples.

You finally got his belt undone and you tugged down at his pants, whining loudly. He popped out your nipple loudly before looking up at you with a smirk.

"What is it, baby?" He asks in a sultry voice, teasing you a bit with his thigh rubbing onto your sweats-covered core.

You whined once more, your hands sliding up your torso before squeezing your breasts in each hand, Yoongi's eyes following your movements.

"Please, Yoongi, cock, I need your cock." You whined at him as you then moved your hands to take off the sweatpants you had on, revealing the lacy black panties you unintentionally wore today.

"Shit." Yoongi gulps as he quickly stand up to take off his trousers, cussing loudly as it got stuck on his foot. While he was busy prying his foot free, you took off your panties and watched him silently.

When he was done, he was clad in tight looking black boxers when he finally looked up at you, his jaw dropped as he watched you on the bed, snaking your hand from your chest down your torso and onto your dripping core.

You moaned at him, watching him watch you with love and lust. You shifted on the bed, your legs facing him as you spread them, giving him a good view of your dripping rose.

"Fuck, love, you're killing me." He breathes out before he neared you, laying on his stomach as his face neared your wet core, he places his hands on your thighs and spread them out more. He begins to place kisses on your inner thigh, making you groan eagerly.

"Y-Yoongi!" You moaned loudly as you buck your hips up to meet his face, but he leaned away teasingly before slapping your thigh. You gasped and moaned as soon as he kissed the spot his hand landed on.

"Good girls are patient, baby. Are you my good girl?" He asks you, voice muffled as his lips pressed against your inner thigh, so dangerously close to your slit.

You nod furiously, trying to keep your hips at bay as he slid his hands up and down your thigh, your eyes were closed when you felt his breath on your core.

"Look at me, baby, let me see your beautiful face." You looked up at him, seemingly in a daze as he smiles at you before lowering his head onto your slit.

You moaned loudly and thrashed around the bed as he licks up a bold line from your opening to your clit, swirling his tongue on it before sucking it into his mouth, pulling off with a satisfying pop.

"Pretty pussy." He seemingly says to himself as he admired your pink wet pussy, all on display for him. He brings up a hand and thumbs your swollen clit around, making you shudder.

"You like it when daddy plays with your pussy, baby?" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, a wave of pleasure crashing to your body because of his words plus the pressure he was putting on your clit.

He chuckles at your reaction before he inserts two of his long fingers in you, tongue replacing his thumb on your clit as he flicks and sucks the bud.

You screamed lightly as he fingers your pussy in a fast steady pace, reaching down to fist his hair making him moan onto your clit before he licked it furiously, sometimes sucking while licking it. His fingers hit a spot in you that made you arch your back from the bed as your mouth formed the perfect o face.

"That's it baby, cum on my face. Let me taste you, such a good pussy, so tight and wet, I can eat you all day." He encouraged as he flicks your clit over and over, fingers hitting the spot that sent stars over your head.

"P-Please! Want you! Inside, please, Yoongi!" You try to push off his head off your throbbing pussy, not wanting to cum from his tongue. Your body was shaking when he finally pulled off, giving your cunt one last powerful suck and kiss to your pink and engorged clit, making you whimper, before he stood on his knees on the bed.

From your view, he looked like a king. You were ready to bow down at his every will.

"Kitten wants my cock?" He pulls off his boxers, making his length slap up his stomach, ending just above his belly button, the tip red and angry, leaking with pre cum. You eyed it hungrily and unconsciously spread your legs wider, feeling your wet cunt drip with even more of your juices.

"Yes d-daddy, want it in me, in my tight pussy!" You whined as you buck your hips at him. He grips his length and taps your inner thigh with it teasingly. You groaned as he smirked at you.

"Show daddy how much you want my cock." He commands, you comply. You reached down while staring at him, replacing his hands with your own as you gripped him tightly. He hissed and threw his head back before going back to look at you.

You stroke him in a steady pace, from the base and twisting your hand when you reached up to his head, he loved it.

"W-Want you to wreck me daddy, fuck me please, fuck my pussy hard, I-I'm so wet for you, daddy." You leaned back on your elbows, still stroking his cock when you reached down to rub your pussy with the head of his shaft, moaning when you rubbed your clit slowly with the velvet tip.

"You want this fat cock inside your slutty pussy? Bet your tight cunt's begging for me to fuck it open." His eyes followed your each move, licking his lips before he slapped your hands away.

He lined up against your entrance and slapped the head of his cock onto your wet throbbing clit before thrusting over it, rubbing your glistening pussy with his large cock. You moaned and whined as the underside of his long length caressed your pussy, spreading your pink folds and grinding against your clit, your entrance was dripping that the bed below you was wet.

"Yeah baby? Like how my cock glides on your wet pussy? Like this, baby? Oh fuck! You're so wet and warm, my good girl." He moans as he rubs the head of his cock onto your clit, teasing you as your back arches, your mouth letting out moan after moan.

"Please, daddy, fuck me!" You groaned as you buck your hips again when his head catches onto your opening, making you tighten involuntarily.

It astounds you that although it's your first time with Yoongi, he knew how to pleasure your body like the back of his hand.

He swears and he held your hands against the bed, levelling himself so he doesn't crush you. He grunts before he pushes in slowly, filling you up inch by delicious inch. Your mouth opened up in a silent scream as your pussy stretches around him, accommodating his large and thick cock.

It has been so long since you had sex, you forgot how the stretch felt at first.

Yoongi stills for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, brushing your sweaty forehead to get rid of your hair that covered your beautiful face.

Your eyes were closed and your mouth was letting out small pants as you focused on the way he felt inside you. He was admiring you, restraining himself from lifting your legs and fucking your pussy the way he wanted to.

Hard and fast. He wanted to wreck you, to fuck you until all you can remember was his name, how good his cock was inside you. He wanted to be the only man to ruin you.

"Yoongi, fuck me please." You open your eyes to find him staring at you. He nods and leaned down to kiss you harshly. His hips moving slowly before gradually setting into a steady face, restrained thrusts and muted grunts.

Your pussy was squeezing him so tight he didn't know how he hadn't cum yet.

"Yoongi, more, please, daddy!" You breathed out, wanting more than what he's giving you. He looks up to you and smirks, feeling his cock throb inside your warm velvet walls at the name.

"Baby wants more?" He suddenly thrusts sharply, as if proving a point. You nodded weakly, biting your lip as you pulled him down to stick your tongue into his mouth.

He started to rock hard and fast into you, skin slapping into each other as the room felt humid and hot. You moaned loudly as he repeatedly abused your soft spot, his thrusts never weakening.

"Good baby? Is daddy's cock fucking your pussy good?" He detached his lips from yours and moves down, now sucks at your neck as his hand comes down to rub at your swollen clit, cock still abusing your sensitive pussy.

"Yes! Ah! Fuck! Daddyyyy!" You cried out, your breasts were bouncing up and down and Yoongi's eyes were following them all the way, admiring how sweat drenched your body was, and it was all because of him — his tongue, his fingers.

His cock fucking you in the right places.

"What a good little cockslut, love your pussy fucked by daddy's big fat cock? Huh?" You nod aggressively as his words affecting you so bad. You had forgotten what it was like to be in subspace, it felt good.

"You want daddy to wreck you baby? You want daddy's cock to fuck you everyday? Make you cum so many times you lose count?" You nod and thrashed in his arms, feeling so overwhelmed as tears fall from your ears. You were tightening around him, feeling dangerously close to your high as his thrusts were hammering your body further into the bed.

"A-Ah! Daddy! Ohhh daddy!" You were a babbling mess, not aware of what was coming out of your mouth as Yoongi's cock fucked you nice and open.

"You love my cock don't you, slut? Fuck, I love this tight wet pussy so much! Should've known you were such a cockslut for my cock, baby. I would've fucked you over and over 'til your pussy's raw, but you'd like that don't you?" You nod enthusiastically and whimpered at his words, his hands squeezing at your breast as your head bobbed up and down at his thrusts.

"Can't even talk now huh? Daddy's cock fucking your little whore pussy so well, slut?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck, never getting enough of his lips. You begin to feel the knot in your core tighten and it seems like he too is close to release, his lips moaning into yours as your tongues battle for dominance.

"B-Baby, I have to pull out." He breathily says as he feels you wrap your legs around his hips, thrusting sharp and fast, trying to reach both of yours highs. You shook your head and looked at him, your body moving upwards as he keeps his pace. You moan as you say,

"I-IUD, you- cum — OH GOD! — i-inside!" He aggressively pulls you into a sitting position in the middle of your sentence, sitting on his thighs as his knees were still on the bed, the position making his thick cock go deeper into your pussy, grazing your swollen walls.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you rested your forehead on his shoulder as you melt into his body, whimpering loudly as his thrusts going harder and faster by a mile as you felt his arms tightly hold you up.

"Fuck — baby! You wanna be my cum slut, huh? Are you my cum slut, babygirl? Want my cum in your slutty greedy pussy? Daddy's gonna fill you up, make you my cum bucket?" He asks you as he reaches down to slap your ass, making you jerk upwards, moaning.

"Y-Yes daddy! Am your slut! Want your cum in my slutty pussy!" You fall deeper into subspace, becoming putty in Yoongi's arms as he reaches down between your bodies to rub at your clit.

"I'm gonna cum baby, you're gonna cum with daddy, understand?" He demands you as he rests his forehead against yours, his lust filled eyes staring into your dazed ones as you felt your high quickly coming. You nod and moaned while looking into his eyes.

"Gonna let daddy cum in your pussy like a good girl? Are you my good girl?" You nod and started to move with him, wanting to release the pressure in your lower abdomen, desperately.

He groans loudly and he snaps up his hips sharply, making you gasp, a silent cry coming out of you as you shake with your release, Yoongi holding you tightly as he spurted ropes and ropes of his thick hot cum in you, grinding his hips slowly to ride out both of your orgasms.

"Yeah, take my cum like the good girl you are, baby. That's it. Fuuuuck! Take it princess, yeah — fuck, take it all, your greedy pussy's milking my big cock. Fuck, I love you." He groans as he still thrusts up to you, fucking his cum back into your sensitive pussy, not wanting even a small drip out. You moaned as he kisses your forehead, sensitive from your high.

"I love you, Yoongi." You say in breathes as you look up at him. He smiles and kisses your lips.

"I love you too, Y/N." He shifts your position, he was now leaning against the headboard, his back supported with pillows as you lay on top of him, too high from your orgasm you refused to move.

"Y/N, I gotta pull out, baby." He laughs as you grumble and swatted his hands that tried to pull you off, not wanting to move from your position. You were still pretty much in your subspace, and you weren't coming out anytime soon.

You got horny again after a moment of silence, wanting relief, the lack of sex for years was now getting to you. You started to slowly grind your hips into his, feeling his softening cock still in your very wet and very sensitive pussy.

Yoongi groans and holds your hips, stilling you from your movements, you whined loudly and tried to grind against him again. He raises a brow, feeling his cock harden inside your walls as you ground your clit into his pelvis.

"Babygirl wants to go again?" You nod and softly bounce yourself onto his hardening cock, feeling him graze your swollen walls once more. You gasped as Yoongi bucked his hips up, his now fully hard cock hitting your spot perfectly.

"Oh Daddy! So big! Please let me fuck your cock in me! P-Please!" He raised a brow as you continued jumping up and down, his eyes following your every movement. Stopping you from moving, you cried even harder as he grips your waist, and with an arched brow and smug smirk, he says,

"Beg."

"Daddy! I — hic! — my greedy pussy needs m-more! Please! N-need your cock, need your cum! Please!" Seemingly satisfied with you, he releases you and immediately you started bouncing up and down on his lap, his cock spearing your pink pussy once more.

He sighs at the feeling of your wet, tight and warm heat engulfing his huge cock, wanting nothing more than to fill you over and over with his cum.

"Go ahead baby, fuck your tight pussy back on daddy's cock, make daddy fill you up with cum again." Yoongi leans back and puts his hands to rest behind his head, watching you fuck yourself on his fat hard cock.

"Yes, daddy." You nod and leaned in, kissing his lips and fucking your tongue into his mouth, he groaned and sucked at the muscle as your pussy engulfs his huge cock over and over again.

You were obsessed.

After you both had shower, of course Yoongi insisting you shower together "to save water", you dry your hair with a towel as you step into the living, fresh new clothes on and sat onto the couch, reaching over to grab your phone.

AreumUgly: Eonni, Is it okay if Nari stays the night, Eomma and Appa insisted we sleep here and just go home tomorrow

AreumUgly: weather forecast says a snow storm will hit Seoul tonight

Y/N Eonni: Really? I thought snow was coming in late November. It's early this year

Y/N Eonni: Ask Eomma if Nari still has some of her clothes there

AreumUgly: Ok brb

AreumUgly: Yep they still here, does she drink the same formula Janyeon drinks?

Y/N Eonni: Ye, and make sure to tell Eomma to sleep next to her, she can't sleep without someone next to her

AreumUgly: sure c u tomo

Y/N Eonni: Bye

"Nari staying at your parents' tonight?" Asks Yoongi as he stepped into the living room and sitting down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. You leaned backwards, back to his chest as you sigh.

"Yep, snow storm tonight."

"Tonight? Snow's coming early this year." Yoongi says as he runs his hands down your arms.

"You staying tonight? Don't you have somewhere to be, mister?" You say as you turn to face him. He chuckles and kissed your lips softly.

"I'll leave a bit later, I know Jin hyung's gonna get my head for this." He says as he leans back on to the couch. You nod and laid down on top of him, his arms automatically wrapping around you as you both watched a drama on the television.

The both of you stayed like this until Yoongi had to go. You kissed him goodbye before shutting the door behind him.

"Guess I'm all alone." You say as you relaxed onto the couch again, getting a well deserved rest.

Author’s Note:

beautiful reader,

SURPRISE SURPRISE!!! i was bored so i decided to post chapter 2 a day early!

phew. well that was steamy. how r u guys doing? teehee this was such a long chapter tho! next chapter will be the second to the last chapter that flashes back into Y/N’s past and Nari's birthdays!

how'd u guys think i do for today's smut it's the first one I've ever written hehehe they'll be more coming tho wink wink

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s-odasoda · 3 years

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My thoughts on the LOKI series

Yall can scream “it’s so in character of Loki to fall in love with himself” all you want but I will still believe he was out of character the entire season. This man was literally suicidal not long ago now he’s acting like some love sick puppy over another version of himself. The way he fell for her was waaay too quick and the fact that it’s completely one sided has me wondering why on earth marvel even bothered.

They said this series would really be about self love, they were doing a good job at it for a while. In episode 1-3 I felt like Loki was definitely getting some character development and beginning to journey down the path of self love and forgiveness.

This is one of my main problems with Sylki because as soon as it was really introduced that all completely shifted. The story was no long centred around Loki and his journey in self love but instead was some selfcest romance story.

This is so harmful and I don’t get how people don’t see it because all it did was completely scratch away all his character development and enforce the idea that Loki is incapable of loving anyone but himself or “another version of himself”. This IS NOT SELFLOVE.

Even if Marvel did want to say that Loki loving Sylvie was a version of self love them completely stripping Sylvie’s character of all the things that fundamentally make her a Loki just so that it doesn’t feel weird to ship makes it so that it doesn’t even feel like self Love because they’re trying so hard to make her not a Loki.

Yet they contradict themselves by constantly feeling the need to remind the audience that they indeed are the same person and shipping them is weird whilst continuing to show them romantically. Including scenes like Mobius calling the relationship out for being “sick” and “twisted” or Sylvie telling Loki that “they’re the same” and Kang purposely calling Sylvie Loki just to highlight that they’re the same person and calling the relationship “unnatural” makes no sense to me if Marvel act wants us to enjoy this ship. Like make up your mind do you enjoy selfcest or not Marvel? Because it feels like one minute their otp and the next you like NOPE.

A romance was not necessary at all this season and while I do ship Lokius I didn’t even want that to become an actual thing this season because it’s just too fast. Especially with Sylvie and Loki’s relationship they’re was no need to make it romantic.

It would have felt much more impactful had Loki either 1.) Fell in love with someone who wasn’t himself.

2.) Had a relationship with Sylvie that actually revolved around self love.

3.) Fell in love with the person he actually originally had a bond with in the series and who ACTUALLY helped him along his journey for self love and forgiveness. Not the person who he met halfway through the series. Cough Mobius Cough.

Let’s not even go into the lack of actual Genderfluid representation and Bisexual representation. I’m neither so I don’t feel like I’m the right person the go in depth but a few things that really annoyed me are

1.) Loki is Bisexual that means he’s attracted to BOTH men and women so why do we only see his attraction towards women in the entire show (Canonically) even the flight attendant, they could have easily made her a man but nah let just show him flirting with yet another woman. ONE AMBIGUOUS LINE is not enough to claim that a character is bisexual

2.) Loki never actually getting to be genderfluid in the series and then treating all Loki’s like they’re cisgender when they’re not. (You can come at me and say the fluid on the file was just stating he could shapeshift but Kate Herron and Tom Hiddleston confirmed that Loki is actually genderfluid yet we got no representation of this.)

3.)Them saying that it seems“terrifying” that there would be a Female Loki when they’re literally meant to be genderfluid was so unnecessary and as someone who isn’t even genderfluid it deeply upset me.

The actual kiss to me felt like it was only a manipulation tactic on Sylvies part. It wasn’t romantic she was just using him. If you look back you can see that Sylvie never actually showed any signs of returning feelings for Loki. The fact that she never trusted Loki doesn’t seem like the best way to build a relationship.

Now it honestly feels like Loki is right back where he started but worse cuz he’ll probably not be able trust easily anymore. It feels almost like they only used his character so that they could introduce the multiverse and I feel like there’s way better ways they could have gone about that.

Edit: I wrote this in a sleep deprived state so I had to edit it there to make it make more sense. I also wanted to include that overall I actually did enjoy this series I definitely didn’t hate it. I just believe that they didn’t do Loki’s character justice. I really enjoyed a lot of scenes and the acting in it was OUTSTANDING. I’m looking forward to see what season 2 brings and hopefully they’ll take a different approach with certain things.

No one has to agree with any of the points I stated here. This is literally just my sleep deprived rant so I really hope I don’t get a bunch of hate comments on why I’m an idiot and this is all totally wrong. This isn’t meant to offend people it’s MY opinion. Thank you.

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sundimus · 3 years

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Request for Spot! - “You should be in bed.” / Wukong and Macaque /// Macaque doesn’t sleep.

Or, rather, he doesn’t need to sleep. Not really. That doesn’t mean he’s immune to tiredness or fatigue when it comes to sleep deprivation. Going longer than a week without sleep will dull his senses quite considerably, and as a being who is nearly constantly snaking through the shadows, it’s pretty important for him to keep well rested so that everything was in tune for him. He would prefer to not have anyone sneak up on him if he could help it. Plus the yawning that comes with lack of sleep serves as too much of an annoyance anyway. Occasionally, though, there are nights where he simply can’t sleep. Whether it be from nightmares or memories or something else, sleep just refuses to embrace him every once in a while. Tonight it was something else. A large clap of thunder resonates throughout the ship they’re on and he winces, his ears ringing from the sensitivity brought on by having two more sets. He leans against the wall of his room and breathes deeply and shakily, pulling his blanket tighter to him to combat the chill brought on by the storm. It wasn’t the worst storm they’ve been in so far, but all storms sound the same to him, and they sound loud. “You should be in bed.” He curses when he accidentally slams his head against the wall, jumping from being completely caught by surprise. His guard had been down. So much for not being snuck up on. Rubbing his head he turns to see Sun Wukong standing in the room, his room, hands on his hips and lips twitching as he’s clearly trying not to smile at what he just witnessed. “What do you want?” He mutters bluntly, turning fully to face him. Normally he’d tell his brother to get out and leave him alone, but this situation is an easy distraction from what’s happening outside. Even if the distraction was Sun Wukong of all people, but Macaque wasn’t known for being a begging chooser. Wukong shrugs and steps more into the room, his eyes looking around and taking in the very, very, very few decorations that Macaque had managed to scrounge up and keep during his time here. Not that he has many either, most of his stuff is kept in his cave on Flowerfruit Mountain. Mac himself almost wants to tell him to stop looking as he feels like he’s sort of being scrutinized although Wukong’s face holds no sort of judgement on it. “I just wanted to check up on you,” Wukong says as his eyes finally land on him again. Macaque responds immediately, so quickly that he didn’t even think about it. “No.” “No?” “No. I don’t believe it.” Wukong sighs and, without warning, moves even closer and plops himself right next to Macaque, the latter of which feels his fur bristle. Wukong props an arm against his leg and puts his face into his hand casually. “Well, you should. I make my rounds every night to check up on everyone. To make sure they’re safe and asleep and all that.” Macaque simply blinks at him. “Did someone ask you to do that?” He shakes his head. “Nope.” He pops the ending of the word. “It’s all me. Everyone’s mortal here, and I just get concerned, you know. Especially after the whole Lady Bone Demon thing.” Macaque tries not to shudder at the mention of her name, still feeling the ice cold grip of the Mayor’s hand clamped around his throat. “Well, I’m not a mortal. You don’t need to be concerned over me.” Wukong nods in agreement. “You’re right. I know you can take care of yourself, and so can everyone else on this boat, but I still care about you enough that I get concerned. Hence why you’re included in me checking up on everyone at night.” Macaque can’t stop the sharp barking laugh that comes out. “You? Caring about me?” He stops himself there, the words you’re the one who killed me, remember? rising and dying on his tongue. He doesn’t want to fight tonight, not when it’s loud enough outside as it is, and not when he’s already so tired. He’s not even sure if he’s ready to confront him about it at all, if he had to be honest. Maybe when they’re both truly alone and only a few feet away from a group of people. Wukong simply stares at him in turn, his expression telling Macaque that perhaps he already knows the words left unspoken. “Would I be here if I didn’t care? At least a little?” He counters. Macaque clamps his mouth shut, not really knowing how to respond to that. He doesn’t know if he wants to relish in the thought of his twin admitting that he still cares about him in some way, or if he wants to dismiss him and his concerns altogether. He chooses not to think about it too much right now. The sun is starting to peek through the window. “Well... you’re in here,” he says lamely. He can’t bring himself to say thanks to him for anything yet, not at the moment anyway. “Are you going to leave or are you going to stay and bother me some more?” It’s not quite an invitation, but he also doesn’t just outright tell Wukong to get out of his room either, not like he would have - or probably should have. Hearing that, Wukong stretches his arms with a loud and guttural yawn, his mouth opened wide enough to show off four large, deadly fangs. He rips two small pieces of his hair out of his head and blows on them to create two pillows, which he promptly sets on the ground next to them before laying down and resting his head on one of them. “What are you doing?” Macaque asks. “I have a bed right there.” He doesn’t bother asking why Wukong is deciding to sleep in his room of all places. The Monkey King doesn’t pretty much whatever he wants. “Yeah, but you’re right here. And I don’t feel like moving, so come lay down and bring your blanket, would you?” Macaque grumbles but lays down next to him anyway, messily throwing his blanket over the both of them. He hasn’t slept next to his brother in... however many years it’s been. Centuries, even. The last time he remembers is when they were both small, and there hadn’t yet been any kind of bad blood between them yet. It’s sort of painful - the nostalgia he’s feeling right now. He closes his eyes, and he never realizes that the thunder has stopped a while ago.

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Physical Fatality Part 13- Icarus

18+ Hawks x fem, pro hero!reader

Summary: You’re a rising star in All Might’s agency. Hawks is the darling of Endeavor’s. By virtue of your job descriptions, the two of you are supposed to hate each other, or at the very least be cautiously neutral. For a long time that’s exactly what the two of you did. You stayed out of each other’s way and formed little opinion of the other. One fateful night at an HPSC gala changes all that. Based on the album Hopeless Fountain Kingdom by Halsey.

If you don’t want to see Physical Fatality content blacklist #hopelesspf

This story will have multiple NSFW parts so it is 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warning for very slight suicidal themes this fic has a happy ending I swear

Masterlist

Agony.

Losing you is agony.

Endeavor is lecturing him for pulling the stunt with Bakugo earlier that day but he can’t hear or really process any of it when all he can think about is the fact you’ve blocked his number and seem to want nothing to do with him. He vaguely registers words of “I told you so” and “I warned you” and even a word or two about a demotion but none of it matters. Hawks doesn’t know how to do anything but be a hero. It’s been the driving force behind a lot of the choices he’s made in your relationship and he knows it’s the same for you, but that doesn’t make any of this easier.

“You’re going to have to work really hard to earn my trust back Hawks and the trust of your coworkers,” Endeavor warns. “Understood,” Hawks replies, his voice almost detached. It seems to disconcert Endeavor, the other man being far more accustomed to the snarky Hawks persona than the serious man in front of him now. “Hawks, uhm, do you,” Endeavor stutters suddenly unsure. He coughs to cover his discomfort and clears his throat before resuming. “Do you need to talk about what happened between you and Artemis?” he finally manages to ask. He looks so deeply uncomfortable potentially talking about the subject and his discomfort only grows when Hawks continues to give him nothing back. “That won’t be necessary,” Hawks replies before turning and walking out of the office. If Hawks doesn’t know how to live without hero work, Keigo doesn’t know how to live without you. So his only option is to abandon Keigo until the pain stops.

He can’t have slept more than a handful of hours that night but he still wakes up early the next morning to run an extra patrol before his normally scheduled one. He files paperwork, even revisits old cases, all in a bid to keep you off his mind. Of course it’s not enough to stop his coworkers from whispering. Typically he ignores the gossip of the lower ranking heroes but it’s hard when he knows they’re speculating about you and him. It certainly doesn’t help that your break up was so public and now it feels like nearly all of Japan has watched the video of it happening. Hawks used to be the darling of Endeavor’s agency, beloved by all of his coworkers. Now he’s practically a pariah.

His new outcast status is only made more obvious at the cocktail party later that day. He’d wanted to skip it entirely, the fact you were supposed to be his plus one to the event made it all the more unappealing, but he’s already skating on thin ice and had no legitimate excuse to justify his absence. So instead he watches the other heroes talk and drink and laugh about things while he hides in the corner, too exhausted and heartbroken to put up the persona necessary to maintain conversation. No one seems to ask about him anyway or even care what he thinks despite the fact it’s his personal life that’s become the hottest topic in all of Japan. He wonders if this is how Icarus felt as he plummeted to the earth. Hawks had flown too close to your light and warmth and now he’s fallen from grace. He wonders if it’s true that Icarus laughed as he fell. If so he can empathize. As painful as this fall is, he would live it over and over if it meant he could catch even a glimpse of you again.

When Shoto comes to join him it’s literally the first genuine interaction he’s had all day. “You look like shit,” Shoto comments by way of greeting. “Thanks. Feel like it too,” Hawks replies. He doesn’t have to pretend with Shoto and for that he’s grateful. “Are you ok?” Shoto asks. “Even though I’ve always hated these things I was always so good at them,” Hawks starts in response. “I’d talk, drink, laugh just like everyone’s doing, be the center of attention, play the part of the charming number two hero. And look at me now. I’m so fucking anxious about what they’ll say about me, about her, about us and what happened that I can’t have a proper fucking conversation. I used to be on fire and now I’m standing in the ashes of who I used to be and I’m just fading away. Without her I’m fading away. I’m just as pathetic as she said,” Keigo confesses and it’s a weight off but it also makes the hollow space behind his ribs where you used to live feel all the more prominent. “This right here is kind of pathetic,” Shoto starts, earning him a shocked almost laugh from the other man, “but you are not pathetic Hawks. I think (y/n) knows that, she’s just hurting. Rightfully so. The bullshit with the others in the agency will get better too.” “I don’t know about that one.” “You’re not the only one who’s done dumb or bad shit. Not by a long shot.” “Really?” “You know Iida?” Shoto asks, pointing to the man in question as he obliviously continues his conversation with one of the others present. “Yea. Your year at UA, stickler for the rules. What about him?” Hawks asks. “He chose his internship our first year with the sole intention of trying to hunt down and kill Stain to avenge his brother.” “Really? That guy?” “Yep. My dad isn’t so innocent either: quirk marriage, child abuse, oh the stories I could tell you.” “Jesus Christ.” “Exactly. Everyone has their own shit Hawks. This will pass and hopefully you and (y/n) can find your ways back to each other when it does.”

Shortly after Todoroki finishes speaking his phone rings and he frowns down in confusion when he notices it’s Bakugo calling him. “I didn’t think we had task force business today,” Shoto says as he answers the phone. “We don’t. Is Hawks there with you?” Bakugo asks, his tone betraying his worry. “Yea he is.” “Shit.” “What’s going on Bakugo?” “It’s about (y/n),” Bakugo admits and Shoto’s eyes widen. He casts a look at Hawks before finally deciding to drag the other man with him to an empty office on the floor they’re currently on. He locks the door behind them and then pops his phone on speaker. “Ok you’re on speaker with me and Hawks what’s going on with (y/n)?” Shoto asks, his voice remaining calm. “All Might fired her last night so she was supposed to come in this morning and collect her stuff except instead she pretty much just threw everything away. I came back to patrol and found out she’d left Midoriya and I little gifts on our desk which was weird, so I hit up her roommates and apparently she never went home after she swung by here. I thought she and Hawks may have run off together but if he’s with you...” Bakugo explains. “Maybe she’s just clearing her head or something,” Shoto suggests. “No way. The whole of Japan is gossiping about her right now, the last thing she’d want is to be out in public,” Bakugo quickly refutes. “Was there anything else off about your desks? Drawers opened?” Hawks asks. “Maybe, I wasn’t paying that much attention. Why?” Bakugo asks. “Your task force notes still there?” Hawks asks in lieu of an answer. Hawks and Shoto wait with baited breath as they hear the sound of Bakugo moving around and then opening a desk drawer. “Nope, they’re gone,” Bakugo finally reports back. “Thought so. (Y/n) wouldn’t just roll over and kiss her career goodbye, she’s probably trying to take out the terrorist cell herself and use it as leverage to get her job back,” Hawks deduces. “Alone? That’s a suicide mission,” Shoto says. “Hence the gifts on the desks,” Hawks replies grimly. “Most of our notes are over there with you guys though,” Bakugo points out. As if on cue an alarm starts blaring overhead warning of an intruder. “That’s gotta be her,” Hawks says. “I’m on my way, hold her there so we can talk some sense into that idiot,” Bakugo tells them before promptly hanging up the phone.

Hawks has to give credit where credit is due. As foolhardy as your plan is, it’s incredibly well executed. As a former member of the guest list, you would’ve known everyone would be occupied with the cocktail party on one of the lower floors, far away from where the files you need are. The elevators will take forever with so many people trying to all get upstairs which only leaves the stairs, which are marginally better but still relatively slow. You must have spent most of the night planning this out. That thought fills Hawks with a certain amount of dread. You’re probably emotional and sleep deprived on your way to take on an entire villain group yourself all in a desperate bid to save your career. It almost sounds ludicrous. Yet, as Hawks races to the top floor in hopes of catching you, all he can think of is something you’d once told him during happier times, late at night as you two were wrapped up in each other:

“Honestly Kei? I’d rather die a hero than live long enough to prove those stupid reporters right about me.”

Author’s Note: Does this still count as a double update if I’m posting the second one after midnight 💀 anyway I can’t believe how quickly I was able to get this chapter out. The image of Hawks standing in the corner of a massive company party feeling like a shell of himself is actually a large part of what sold me on writing this fic for him. The song this chapter correlates to just felt so right for his character that I knew it couldn’t be anyone else. I thought about waiting to post this until later tomorrow today? but I’m ✨impatient✨ so instead y’all get it now

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haru-sen · 2 years

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So. I’m rereading IAL again and I noticed. That sometimes Tataryn’s given name is spelled Fedor, especially upon introduction, but in later chapters it seems to semi-consistantly be spelled Feodor. What is Fedya’s full name? Fedor or Feodor?

I read this, sighed deeply, and went back to sleep.

Mostly because I thought I caught all those, damnit. His current given name is "Fedor." I was going to write a schtick about him using "Fedor/Feodor/Fyodor/Fedir" for different aliases, and thinking it was funny to confuse people (but not really?). I ended up not doing that. Not just because I couldn't keep it straight myself. Nope.

I know, I deprived us all of a Fedor "Teddybear" Tataryn joke. I'm a monster. I also had this problem with Prescott/Preston, like several chapters worth of it, and I probably haven't caught them all in the AO3 version. (＃`Д´) At this point, I'm just trying not to de-evolve back into a fish. (ノ_<。)

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thewildomega · 3 years

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Second Chance Ch. 5

Fixing himself something to eat and settling down on the couch to eat while he watched something on the TV, something about this giant alligator that had caught his attention he started eating. Finishing the supper he had made with the slab of beef in the fridge and some other vegetables he continued holding his bowl in his lap for sometime as he watched the movie. By the time the movie had went off he let outa sigh and stood to go clean up before taking a shower. Walking to the kitchen he stopped when he saw something outside. Stepping back a step he looked out into the dark night to see Y/n's truck parked in it's usual spot. When had she got home? He was sure her truck hadn't been there when he started eating an hour or so ago. Had she somehow came in without him knowing? Setting his bowl on the table he moved to the hall way and looked towards her bedroom door to see it still open like she always left it when she was at work. Nope, not in there. It was still early for her to be home, only around ten or so. Don't tell him she had went swimming, it was freezing outside, he had even started a fire with the wood he had caught her stacking by the backdoor earlier this week.

"You do know I am willing to help out around here right darling?" he asked when he woke up to find y/n already up and moving about. She had told him the night before that she didn't have to go in until later today. Damn girl shouldn't have to work at all today after working the past three days on barely a wink of sleep. After they had gotten back from taking Nook to his new home she had had to wake up four hours later to go into work, probably not even that considering that like always, breakfast had been waiting on the table for him. She had gotten back that night at her usual late time and he knew she had been exhausted when she didn't even go for her nightly swim. For the following two days she had worked long shifts and when he got up out of bed to see her last night as she arrived home he saw the dark circles under her eyes. Still though she had remained as kind as ever, speaking him to him like normal even when he noticed her wince as she removed her boots from her no doubt sore feet.

So to see her out here now, early in the morning unloading a pile of wood from the back of her truck he frowned. She didn't answer him when he spoke and he took a step down towards her when she seemed to finally notice him and pulled out one of the headphones that had been in her ears. The thing she said she used to listen to music on. Meeting her eyes he saw them a little less sleep deprived but still he could tell she was tired.

"Good morning." you said with a small smile. Setting the piece of wood on the chopping block you grabbed your ax and moved to swing at it when something stopped you. Turning around you saw Edward had taken hold of the ax handle and was holding above your head. "Wha..."

"Why are you out here chopping wood?" he asked.

Furrowing your brows at the question you looked up to him, still holding onto the ax. "Because it's going to be cold in a few days and I need fire wood." you answered even though you thought it would be obvious.

"I get that but why wouldn't you ask me to do it?"

"Because I can do it and you are my guest."

Raising a brow he huffed, "I'm pretty sure I don't really count as a guest anymore lass, not when I have been here for two weeks now." he told her, pulling the ax out of her hands. "Go in the house darling." he told her, moving to chop the wood.

"Edward you don't have to do this. I really am capable of..."

"I know you are but I am going to do it. I think it is you that needs to understand that I am capable of working as well." he spoke, looking down at her with a soft grin. Noticing her still reluctant he smiled and gave her a small nudge towards the house. "I am no stranger to hard work. Now go. Read a book, watch TV...eat something." he said and saw her sigh before she turned and moved towards the door. Watching her walk away he smiled and then moved to start chopping and stacking wood.

He shouldn't have been surprised when he had finished and found her in the house cleaning. Over his time here in this world with her he had taken notice of one very clear thing, this woman never took a break. She was always doing something. It was like she didn't know how to take time for herself. Checking over the house just in case he confirmed that she wasn't inside and he knew she wasn't swimming when he saw her bathing suit top and bottoms hung over the rod in her bathroom. That strange feeling was back in his chest making him feel anxious. Humming he moved over to his boots and slipped his feet in them before opening the door and quickly stepping outside, shutting the door behind him to keep out the cold. Walking down the steps he saw her truck empty but heard music coming from somewhere and knit his brows. Walking around the house he looked to the barn in the backyard and noticed a light coming from under the door. He had taken a peek inside his first week here but wasn't able to see much through the small crack the lock allowed in the door. Moving closer he noticed the lock now hanging off the handle and not in place.

Opening the door some he heard the music get louder and looked the inside over to see it filled with various things. Hearing a hammering along with the music he walked around the strange looking thing and towards the back of the barn all the while the lyrics played in his head.

Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take my hand come undercover They can't hurt you now, Can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now

Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us

Finally finding the woman he had been looking for he stood there quietly, watching her. She had her back to him, her hands working on something. She looked to be building something... a table it looked like. Her over shirt laid discarded on the nearby counter with other tools and such leaving her in nothing but a grey tank top. While he would have normally noticed how form fitting the tank top was on her, something she didn't normally show off, his eyes focused instead on the other things. A cut in the shirt itself, along her left side that had blood staining the material a dark red. Fresh bruises forming over shoulder blades that disappeared beneath the shirt. Her stance that was favoring her right leg more than her left. A bottle filled with an amber liquid that sat half empty on the table she was building, the top no where in sight.

Have I doubt when I'm alone Love is a ring, the telephone Love is an angel disguised as lust Here in our bed until the morning comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel under your command Take my hand as the sun descends They can't touch you now, Can't touch you now, can't touch you now

Because the night belongs to lovers…

Watching as she reached for the bottle neck he noticed the cuts and bruises along her knuckles. A deep frown had set across his face, his brows dipped down low at seeing the state she was in. She took a long drink from the bottle before sitting it back down and grabbing the piece of wood to take it over to what looked like a saw of sorts. He had been right about her favoring her left leg, a small limp giving her away. She had yet to notice him and when he saw her move to use the saw he quickly called out to her. "Y/n?"

Letting out a small gasp in surprise you dropped your hold on the wood and quickly turned to see Edward standing there. "You scared me." you spoke, quickly looking down and picking up the wood, biting your lip to hold back your whimper of pain as it throbbed through your body. "I thought you would have already been asleep." you said.

Watching her place the wood under the saw and hit a button to make it start turning quickly he stood behind her, his arms crossed over his chest. As soon as the piece was cut she grabbed it and moved back over to where she had been working. She kept her eyes down, avoiding him it would seem. "What happened to you?" he asked.

"Nothing." you answered shortly. Going back to work you were hoping he would let it go and go back in the house but you weren't that lucky.

Stepping up beside her he curled his finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to his. Seeing the bruise staining the side of her cheek and up her temple he grit his teeth, noticing her busted lip as well. "This doesn't look like nothing darling." he spoke deeply.

Looking into his yellow eyes for a moment you swallowed hard and quickly pulled away from him, focusing your eyes back down and curtaining your face from view with your hair. "I'm fine." you mumbled. Putting the board in place you grabbed the hammer and nails. Maybe if you went back to work and ignored him he would leave.

Sighing he leaned up against the table, watching her try and brush this off. Glancing down to the bottle he lifted it up to smell it, "Damn girl, are you trying to burn a hole in your stomach?"

Rolling your eyes you grabbed the bottle from him and sat it on the other side of you. Hammering the nails in place you looked around for your pencil and realized you had left it over by the saw. Sighing you grabbed the bottle and drank from it as you walked over to the work bench, feeling it burn all the way down.

"I know that stuff can't taste that good." he said, continuing to watch her. She was swaying a bit, her movements slightly clumsy. She wasn't drunk but she was on her way to being so.

"Doesn't have to taste good so long as it does it's job." you spoke, tucking your pencil behind your ear and moving to go grab another piece of wood from the stack. "You should go back inside, it's cold."

Huffing he shook his head, "Says the woman out here with a tank top on."

"I'm fi..."

"Fine? Yes lass you keep saying that but you are a horrible liar." when she didn't reply he watched her disappear behind a wall, listening as she moved wood around. "So want to tell me what really happened?"

"It was justa fight at the bar... group of guys started arguing. I went ta try and break it up when it turned ugly and well.... whatever... doesn't matter." you grumbled, finding a piece that looked right you reached over and tried to pull it out when you lost your balance and tripped over some of the other wood that had been in the shadows. Falling to the pile you groaned and cursed through your teeth.

Hearing a loud clatter of boards and then her noises of frustration he walked around the side of the wall and saw her laying on her back in the pile of wood, one foot caught under a few of the boards. Her hands were rubbing her face until one moved to lift the bottle of alcohol from the stack of wood, only a little of it left now.

Going to bring the bottle to your lips you felt it get snatched away from you and knit your brows, moving your hand away from your face to look up at him. "Hey... give me back my..."

"You've had plenty lass." he told her, setting the bottle on the shelf out of the way. "Now come on let's get you inside." he said bending down to help her up.

Being pulled up you felt the room spin but you still tried tugging your hand out of his, not ready to call it a night. "I said I was fine, I don't want to go inside yet and I don't need you telling me what to do."

"Y/n you are drunk, hurt and cold. You are not staying out here anymore tonight." he told her firmly.

"I am not drunk." Huffing you pulled and pulled but he wouldn't let go. "No, leave me alone." you growled.

Knowing she wasn't going to give up easily he shook his head and finally lifted her up, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of flour and turning to carry her into the house.

"Hey. No. Ed you put me down right now. Let me go." you told him in your best angry voice.

Smiling at the shortened name he moved over to turn off the thing that was playing music and then move to the light switch. "Now you ought to know that captains don't take orders from others darling."

"Captain jackass!" you yelled and heard him laugh. Hitting against his back to try and make him put you down you dangled over his wide shoulder, his large arm wrapped over your thighs, just under your ass.

"I've been called worse." he told her, taking her into the house and closing the backdoor before locking it. Continuing to hold her he unlaced one boot after the other, dropping them to the floor and then kicking off his own. Carrying her over to the couch he sat her down on it, pushing her gently back down when she tried to get up and then moving her feet to set up on the other side. "You sit here while I make you something to eat." he told her and saw her glare at him.

"I'm not hungry." you grumbled.

"Well that's too bad because you're going to eat." he said in a firm voice. Walking to the kitchen he made her a bowl of the stew he had made and grabbed a few of the crackers from her cabinets to help soak up the alcohol in her system. Carrying it back over to the couch he held it out for her, raising one of his brows when she at first didn't take it. Sitting beside her he found something to watch on the TV while making sure she ate like he had told her to. After a while he looked over to see her sleeping, her bowl sitting in her lap with almost all of it gone. Grinning softly he took the bowl from her and set it in the sink before moving to pick her up, this time bridal style in his arms and carry her to her room. He couldn't lie he enjoyed holding her in his arms, her head resting on his chest. Holding her with one arm he moved to pull back her blankets and then gently laid her down on the bed. Looking down to the bloody area on her side he cried his finger under the material of her tank top and lifted it up enough to peek at the injury. Frowning at the cut that he easily recognized as a knife wound, he moved to her bathroom to grab a rag and wet it with hot water. Ringing it out he went back to her bedside and then proceeded to clean the area, hearing her whimper a bit in her sleep. Once he was satisfied he tossed the rag to the sink and covered her up, turning the light off and leaving her door open so he could check up on her throughout the night. Cleaning up the dishes and putting the stew away in the fridge he checked on her before moving to take a shower, with one last look at her before bed he made sure she was sleeping soundly before laying in his own bed.

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He had woken throughout the night to check on her and tend to the fire. Every time he had went into her room she was sound asleep. At one point he had nearly tripped over something and when he picked it up to see what had been laying in the middle of her floor he found it to be her discarded pants. Snapping his eyes to her he saw she had one of her feet sticking out from under the covers, her bare foot and calf visible to his eyes. When he woke up the next morning he saw her still sleeping, this time on her stomach with her head under the pillows. Chuckling he moved to the kitchen to make them both breakfast.

Waking up with a groan you turned your throbbing head under the pillow and looked out to the sun lit room. Blinking you moved your hand up to rub your eyes and yawned. Thinking back to last night you sighed, stupid you had been so fucking stupid. First you had tried to break up a fight which hadn't ended well then you come home and embarrass yourself in front of Edward. God you just wanted the bed to suck you up but your bladder had other ideas. Rolling over you winced at the pain in your body and burn in your side. Looking to the floor and seeing your pants by your bed you felt your eyes go wide at the thought of Edward removing them but then quickly remembered taking them off yourself when you got uncomfortable in the middle of the night. Sitting up you swung your legs over the side and then stood and walked, slightly limped to the bathroom. There was a small bit of noise coming from the other part of the house but you wanted to clean yourself up before you faced him. Shutting the door you took off your tank top and bra, biting into your lip to stop the whimper when your side seemed to be set aflame. Looking up to your reflection in the mirror you frowned at the sight that met you. A dark bruise covered your cheek and up into your hairline, your lip was swollen slightly and busted. You couldn't see your back but you could feel the ache there from where you had been slammed into the beam by that man. Dropping your eyes to your side you saw the red cut that happened when you stepped into the way. Looking to your leg you saw the slightly swollen knee and well you didn't exactly remember how that had happened. All in all you looked and felt like shit. With a deep sigh you turned on the shower and moved inside.

Looking up when he heard a small noise he saw something out of the corner of his eye and turned, "Good morning lass. Wasn't expecting to see you up so soon." he said with a smile even though she had her head dipped down.

Glancing up at him from under your lashes you rubbed your arm. "Good morning." you said softly and bit your lip in thought. "I'm sorry about last night, for bothering you. You didn't have to.. to help me but thank you. I really am sorry."

Knitting his brows at hearing her apologize so much he looked to her and saw her curled up some. Was is shame or embarrassment? "Darling you don't have to apologize to me, it was no trouble at all."

"Still though, I.. I'm not your problem and you shouldn't have to take care of me." you said, looking down at your feet as the guilt ate at you.

Stepping over to stand in front of her he looked down at her. "You're right you're not my problem, you are my friend and friends help each other." he told her, her eyes lifting to his for a moment. Seeing the set in bruise on her face he furrowed his brows, anger filling him that someone had hurt her. Curling his finger under her chin to better look over it h felt a warmth spread through his chest, her eyes shooting away from him. "Beautiful woman like you shouldn't have bruises on her face." he said, moving his thumb up to gently stroke her discolored skin.

Freezing you thought you had heard him wrong at first but then his eyes told you that you had heard perfectly right. A warmth spread to your face and you knew your cheeks were on fire, your ears to no doubt. Opening and closing your mouth a bit you shook your head and tried to find the words you were looking for, "I...I'm not..."

A round of knocks on the door cut her off and he stiffened. Feeling her face fall from his hand he looked down at her to see her turn towards the door, watching her limp her way over to it. Turning back to the stove to finish up breakfast he heard her speaking with whoever was at the door, noting she didn't sound like she was in danger by any means. Thinking about what had just happened he swallowed hard. He was well aware of his own feelings, he knew there was something going on between them, something that he couldn't explain. There had been many stories back in his world about certain people who had this unexplainable connection to one another, a soulmate and he couldn't help but wonder if maybe she was his, if maybe she was the reason he was sent here. He was younger, shorter both to more fit her the fact that he had literally shown up right hat her feet. Still though he had to take this slow, it was clear as day that y/n had been hurt, emotionally, mentally, hopefully not physically, she would need more time. Time to open up and come out of her shell.

"...damnit y/n I just don't see why you..."

Hearing the male voice he turned around some and looked to see the man from before standing in the dining room. He was an older man with black hair that was turning grey along with a goatee. He wore a dark green uniform that reminded him of a marine. Seeing the male look to him with a clear unhappy look he rose a brow.

"What is he doing here?" Garth asked the young woman before snapping his eyes back to the young man. "What are you doing here?" Not waiting for the man to answer he looked back down to y/n and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You do know I was only joking when I made the comment about you taking in another wild thing right?"

Rolling your eyes at the sheriff you saw Edward glaring at him and walked over towards the coffee pot, gently patting his arm on the way, silently asking him to just ignore him.

Feeling y/n pat his arm as she passed he relaxed and felt the corner of his lip lift a little.

"You are the reason my hair is going grey I swear it." Garth grumbled. Looking back up at the woman he placed his hand on his hip and watched as she filled his cup with more coffee. Sighing he looked down at her.

Meeting his eyes you rose your brows, "What?... Well are you going to arrest me?" you asked, both of you missing Edward tense up again.

"I should... but no, I'm not. BUT. I want you to promise me you won't get into any more fights at the bar."

"I didn't start it." you said defensively.

"I don't give a rats ass who started it y/n. Point is I got two guys in lock up that look like they have been through the ringer and one in the hospital that had a knife stuck in his thigh..."

"He pulled the knife on me first."

Listening in on the conversation behind him he raised his brows at hearing what his little lass had done in the fight with three men. He hadn't really taken her as a fighter. One thing was sure she may be small but she sure as hell wasn't some push over.

"Y/n." he said in a stern voice and saw her drop her arms. "Look I can't keep bailing you out every time something bad happens. One of these days you are going to get into it with the wrong people and I don't want to find you dead in some ditch." Seeing her look away with her brows lowered he moved his hand to her shoulder. "I'm not saying you need to let those fuckers walk all over you but just... be careful will ya?" he asked and saw her relax some before nodding. "Alright then. Well you just take it easy today. I've talked to Mel and he agreed you needed a day off."

Sighing you looked up to him and nodded. "Thanks Garth."

Humming he glanced across to the large man cooking at the stove and rose a brow. "What's going on here?" he asked quietly, waving his finger between the two.

"Nothing Garth." you groaned from under you breath.

"Hey there boy..."

Boy?! Did he just call him boy? He should be the one calling him boy? Gritting his teeth he turned around and looked to the man but relaxed some when he saw y/n looking to him. "Yeah?" he asked, attempting to make his voice not show how irritated he was.

"Where is it you are from?" the sheriff asked.

"Out of town." he answered.

Giving a grunt he went to speak but y/n cut him off.

"Alright well thank you for the visit Garth, I am sure you have much work to do today." you said.

"Now wait just a minute, I wanna talk to you down at the station, get some things sorted out..." he said, looking to the large man as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Sensing the tension between the two men you started pushing Garth towards the door. "Well we already have plans for today so he's going to give you a rain check."

"Plans where?" Garth asked.

"We.. we are going..." thinking you looked to Edward and then back to Garth, "to the fall festival."

"You are going to the fall festival?" The sheriff asked in disbelief.

"Am I not allowed?" you asked, raising one of your brows at him.

"I didn't say that." looking to y/n and then the stranger and then back down to the small woman he sighed "Just be careful huh?"

"Always am."

Huffing out shook his head and walked away, "And behave.", showing himself out.

Once Garth was gone you turned to walk back to make your own cup of coffee, letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry about Garth he is just, well that's just how he is." you told Edward.

"I don't think he likes me much." he said, flipping the pancakes he was making.

"Don't take it personally he is just warry of new people." you told him.

"He seems to think a lot about you."

"I wouldn't say a lot but then again if it wasn't for him I don't know where I'd be right now." you said, your voice growing softer towards the end.

Furrowing his brows he looked down to her and saw her stirring her coffee. Of course per usual before he could ask anything further on the matter she spoke up, changing the subject.

"Want me to make you some tea... since you took my job?" you asked with a small smile towards the breakfast he was making. He had told you he didn't much care for coffee but you knew he liked tea.

Grinning he nodded and saw her move to make him tea as he grabbed the plates.

Taking both your cups to the table you saw him set a plate filled with food by your cup and snapped your eyes up at him. "I can't eat all of that." looking back to the plate holding the two pancakes, two eggs, three pieces of bacon and one piece of toast you shook your head. There was no way.

"Sure you can." he assured her, sitting down once he had grabbed the syrup and butter. Watching her sit down and start trying to eat he grinned. "So are we really going to this fall festival?" he asked, taking a bite of his food.

"If you want to." you told him.

"Sounds nice. What sort of stuff do they do here for a festival."

"I don't know I've never been." you told him honestly.

Humming he looked up to her, "Then I guess we will just find out together." he told her and saw her smile before they both ate in a comfortable silence. As he continued eating he thought about her and the things he had observed. He knew from what others said and how others reacted that she didn't seem to do things with others before him. The whole time he had been here he had not once seen anyone else around, no family of any sorts or even friends. He knew she loved books based on the amount in her home. She also seemed to enjoy music. Then of course their was her love for nature and animals, grinning he imagined how much she would enjoy meeting a Mink. She wasn't a materialistic person, something he liked about her. Other than that though it was becoming clear to him that she lived a very lonely life and while some chose that life she didn't come across as a person that wanted to live that way.

When he noticed her getting up he snapped his eyes to her plate and saw she had only ate half of it.

Noticing his look you quickly spoke up, "I'm going to put it up and eat it tomorrow." you said defensively and saw his eyes narrow playfully. "I promise." you smiled and saw him take another bite of his food. "Thank you for breakfast." you told him.

"You are more than welcome darling."

Wrapping up your plate and sticking it in the fridge you moved towards your bedroom. "I have a few things to do before we leave, I have to go check in with my boss and run a few errands. Put your dishes in the sink and I'll wash them when I get done. Be back in a few hours." you told him.

Cleaning up himself he had been filling the wood heater while she went and got ready to leave. She had told him it was only an hour away so they should be getting there around four and from what she had said the festival lasted until ten at night.

"I told you I would wash them. You cooked I would have at least cleaned up." you told him.

Turning around he felt his heart thump a little harder in his chest. She was dressed differently than she normally did, having traded in her jeans and shirt for a pair of tight black fitting pants, a baggy looking grey long-sleeved shirt, a black pair of boots and a red scarf. Her make up had been done as well, something he had never seen her wear before. It wasn't caked onto her face like he had seen women before do, if anything it looked to be applied to help hide the bruises on her face. She looked nice in a casual way, cute but when he watched her move over to grab something and bend over he had to swallow hard at the way the black pants like things left nothing to the imagination. Seeing her stand he quickly adverted his eyes, feeling the back of his neck heat up a bit.

"Ready?" you asked with a smile.

"Lead the way lass." he said and followed her out to the truck.

#Whitebeard #whitebeard one piece #one piece whitebeard #whitebeard x reader #edward newgate #edward newgate x reader #Young edward newgate #soulmate au #is this still okay?

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Day 3 – Polyamory, KaruHinaTema

took ages to get any ideas for this day but some of my fic-buds gave me a couple of prompts, ended up longer than intended but i’m happy with it! (hina is trans btw)

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Day 3 – Polyamory, KaruHinaTema

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Her hand was trembling as she painstakingly painted a single line, her breathing shallow and rapid. If she didn’t calm herself down quickly, Hinata was going to end up taking her own eye out, but she just couldn’t bring her arm under her complete control, not even when she brought her free hand to steady it – if anything, that just made her shaking even worse.

Finally, her liner was complete; she opened her eye to see the result. It immediately disappeared underneath her eyelid. She had to restrain the urge to growl as she pressed a little closer to the mirror and – keeping her eye open this time – drew another line across her skin.

Blinking at her reflection, she couldn’t help but grimace. She leaned back in the hopes that maybe it just looked so bad because she was staring at point-blank range, but the extra distance didn’t really make the black streak across her eyelid any less wobbly.

Crying would definitely just make her terrible attempt at winged eyeliner even more smudgy, but she really was tempted to break down; just for a few minutes.

It was safe to say that she failed hard at makeup. Maybe the foundation kind of worked, if you didn’t mind it being half an inch thick, and it was difficult to mess up lipstick, though she wished she’d gone with a different shade, but her eyes were completely unsalvageable. She really should’ve watched some videos before attempting this, but she’d been rummaging through dresser drawers trying to find her contact cleaner and there were some old bottles that Temari had probably gotten for her birthday and never bothered to use sitting right there and before she’d really registered what she was doing the tiny four year-old who’d sit on her mother’s lap while she was doing her makeup had pulled the cap off the lipstick and now she had this mess to deal with.

Hinata sighed, rummaging around the dresser for tissues when the faint click of the door being opened made her jump. Hand pressed against her thudding heart, she turned to face her girlfriend, who was already apologising for scaring her – she could never resent Temari’s habit of creeping around the house in near-total silence, but that didn’t mean she had to like it – before she actually took the time to really look her up and down.

Quite obviously biting back a smirk, she gestured vaguely to Hinata’s face. “Bold look you’re going for there.”

Giving her girlfriend the blankest look she was capable of – and she’d had a lot of practice from listening to her father’s transphobic comments throughout her childhood – she returned to opening drawers until she found the makeup remover. “Your entire face is a bold look, but you don’t hear me talking about it.”

Five years ago, she never would’ve dared say anything like that to anyone, not even behind their back, but her girlfriends had been encouraging her to let her ‘sassy thoughts’ out, if only because they got a kick out of the disconnect between her sweet, feminine image and her surprisingly sharp comments, especially when there were others around to gap in shock.

“Wow, not pulling any punches today are we?” Temari was laughing hard, her giant grin showing off her dimples.

Hinata couldn’t help smiling a little herself; they were just so cute.

“Seriously though, what’s with all this?”

It took a long while to find an answer, time she spent staring at her reflection and overlaying it with the image she’d had in her head. “I… just wanted to try it.”

There was a small huff from her side, before Temari wiggled her way between Hinata and the dresser, sitting down on it as she pressed her rough-skinned hands to either side of her face. Her thumbs rubbed gently under her eyes as she said, “It’s for you, right? Not because it’s what people expect from you, or because they don’t have the right eyes to see how perfect you are or-”

“It’s for me,” she said, giggling and laying her own hands over Temari’s. “I just think it’s so beautiful, to be able to paint your truest self onto your skin… it’s like your tattoos, I just want another way to express myself.”

Dark eyes stared deeply into hers for what felt like a lifetime, but eventually her girlfriend was satisfied with whatever she found there. “Alright, good. Now shuffle back a bit so I can fix this.”

She blinked as she tried to digest Temari’s implication.

“Oh, don’t give me that look!” Slapping lightly at her arm, Temari forcibly pushed her chair back a few inches and settled more comfortably on the dresser, picking up the pack of baby wipes and fighting with the seal.

Hinata had to bite her lip, eyeing her girlfriend’s completely bare face doubtfully. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing? I mean, you’re kinda butch…”

Temari rolled her dark eyes, flapping a wipe in one hand before slapping it to Hinata’s cheek. “I’m very butch, thank you.” Apparently, she still didn’t look very impressed, because she rubbed away at her forehead harder than was strictly necessary. “C’mon, I’ve seen both my brothers do this a million times before, how hard could it possibly be?”

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“…Temari what the fuck are you doing to our baby girl?”

Perhaps she should’ve jumped to her defence, but honestly at this point Hinata was too horrified by her own reflection to even look at Karui as she walked into their bedroom.

“Shut up, I can still make this work!”

Karui’s face appeared in the mirror, one brow raised and her mouth pulled into a tight line. “Kinda looks like you’ve just punched her in the eyes a couple times and then bit her entire mouth – is that supposed to be lip-liner?”

Slapping their meddling girlfriend away, Temari pulled at Hinata’s chin and swiped a foundation laden brush under her eyes – a poor attempt to cover up the deep plum eyeshadow that she’d been more than a little overeager with – all while snapping, “I. Can. Do. This.”

“And by ‘this’ you mean ‘make our beautiful angel look like a sleep-deprived clown?’ If so then good job.”

“If you’re just going to criticise you can do it somewhere else, I’m trying to concentrate here, besides, Hina thinks I’m doing a good job, right babe?” She didn’t bother replying, because anything she might say would only be ignored when the stubborn woman had a point to prove, but hopefully her expression would get her feelings on the matter across quite well. “See, she loves it.”

Karui’s mouth dropped open in horror when Temari reached for an eyeshadow pallet, selected the glittery gold one and spread it across one eyelid.

“Ok, no, see you’re just drawing attention to the piss-poor job you’ve done, here, stop, just-” Placing one hand fully over Temari’s face, Karui pushed until she was forced to abandon the dresser and immediately took her place, already reaching for the makeup remover. She was gentler in wiping her face clean than Temari was, but Hinata was still fidgeting nervously in her seat when she started eyeing the collection of tubes.

“Is adding another butch to the equation really the best idea?” she asked, berating herself for ever trying this out in the first place; if only because her girlfriends were both too competitive to ever let an opportunity to one-up each other slide. “I can just look up some tutorials or something…”

Already squeezing out a little foundation onto the back of her hand, Karui shook her head. “Nope, I’m gonna do this right, my girl deserves nothing but the best! Now what kinda look are you going for?”

“I-” she frowned when, instead of reaching for the brush, Karui instead picked up some moisturiser and added a blob next to the foundation, then gradually mixed the two products together “-I guess something natural… I did want to draw attention to my eyes though.”

Loading a brush with the combined liquid, she set to work.

It was already off to a better start than either of the two previous attempts – mixing the foundation with moisturiser seemed to have lightened it to a shade that better matched her skin and Karui was much more sparing with the product, by the time she was done with it Hinata could barely even feel anything on her face. Next was the highlighter that she’d been too nervous to try out herself, carefully applied to her cheekbones, a light sweep of blush underneath that, finished off with a dusting of that unmarked powder that she’d had no idea how to use.

At some point Temari had leaned in to glare at the work being done. “How the fuck are you so good at this, I’ve literally never seen you wear makeup.”

Karui snorted and leaned back to scrutinise the small selection of lipsticks available, saying, “Yeah, that’s how good I am; you think this jawline is natural?” She held up two in front of Hinata, pursing her lips before chucking one back on the dresser and taking hold of Hinata’s chin, tilting it until she had full access to her lips.

“Seriously?” Temari sounded unimpressed for about five seconds before bursting out laughing.

Carefully swiping a lipstick-coated finger across Hinata’s mouth, Karui glanced at their girlfriend with a very familiar look, Hinata had to giggle slightly in agreement – receiving a flick to the nose for almost messing up Karui’s stroke.

“We can’t all be blessed with cheekbones that could slice through metal-” she turned to Temari with her most obnoxious grin “-just like we can’t all know how to draw a straight fucking line.”

The laughter stopped dead. “Her eyes kept moving, how am I supposed to work with that!”

She was pointedly ignored by the artist, who was too busy dabbing a small brush in the dark grey powder and telling Hinata to close her eyes. The gentle pressure at the lower edge of her eyelid made her try to blink, but as the sensation continued the urge to shudder grew weaker, every time there was a brief respite she wanted to open them again, but Karui’s tutting quickly taught her to just keep them shut until instructed otherwise.

It was a little exciting though, having no idea what was going on, only the strokes against sensitive skin and Temari’s noises of annoyed admiration – an emotion she expressed so often that Hinata could pick it up a mile off, even without seeing her cute, pouting face – to guide her expectations. At some point colours must’ve been changed, because the power felt just slightly different, a little heavier, and a breathy ‘Ohhh’ was released to her left.

She was fidgeting in her seat like a child waiting for their birthday cake to be revealed, burrowing both hands under her thighs just to keep them from flapping, biting the inside of her cheek so she wouldn’t bite her lips and mess them up, heart hammering in her chest every time she heard the clicking and popping of various tubes and compacts, stopping for a moment when she felt the fine, liquid brush sweep under her eyes in a single fluid motion, then rushing back like a drum when Karui told her to open up.

The sensation of slightly powdery skin sliding against skin was unnerving, but when she realised that both her girlfriends were strategically positioned to completely hide the mirror from her desperate eyes all discomfort vanished.

Before she could build up the rant she had planned, Karui snickered and waved a mascara wand in her face. “Look up for a sec and try not to blink.”

“You’d better let me see as soon as you’re done,” she muttered, turning her gaze skyward.

Temari’s soft chuckle brought a smile to her face, even as she was fighting to keep her eyes from flickering so hard that she had to imagine the mascara was going to end up washed away by her tears before any product stuck. “You look so fucking amazing sweetie, I hate it.”

She laughed, hissing when it made Karui accidentally poke the corner of her eye – only on the lid, thank god – but still managed to say, “Such high praise!”

“You’re just bitter ‘cause you lost, loser.” Luckily by the time Temari slapped her arm playfully, Karui had put the wand down and Hinata’s eyes were spared any further torture. She blinked a few times to clear them and glanced back at the two loves of her life, both squashed onto the small dresser having a shoving match that was more endearing than it had any right to be. “Ok, ok-” Karui gave the blonde one last elbow and turned to Hinata with that wide, beautiful grin, “-you ready for this?”

Nodding so hard she gave herself a headrush, she practically dove to the mirror the second they jumped to their feet.

She looked… gorgeous. Never would she have chosen such a bold look for herself, but the subtle sweep of silver across her eyelids, with just a slight hint of glitter when she tilted her head, contrasted with the hard, electric blue streak clinging to her lower lids, really brought out what she’d always considered her best feature.

Tears were definitely coming again, but this time it couldn’t be for a better reason. She spun round to face Temari and Karui, both wearing identical grins, and wrapped an arm around each of their necks. “I love it, thank you so much!” She immediately released them, spinning back to stare at herself some more, mind suddenly filled with all the possibilities she could explore in this whole new avenue of artistic expression.

Karui stalked up behind her, throwing her arm across her shoulders and raising a brow. “You realise that Temari did literally nothing helpful, right?”

“I will snap your fucking neck-”

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#ictoan writes #narutofemslashweek2018 #karuhinatema #hinata hyuga #temari #karui #naruto #just a femme trans girl getting doted on by her two butch gfs #anyways this ship is The Good Shit #why isn't there more content for it????

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chapter 11: the glass and the torch

Saturday, October 13th, 1990

“Helloooo – oh, hey Alex.” The door swings open and my obnoxious greeting is cut short as I realize I’m talking to him, not her. It’s the first time I’ve seen him since she got home. My rural manners hitch my smile back up on my face fast enough that I don’t think he noticed anything, but fuck, I still want to smack him on the side of the head with my shoe. Not just once, either, like… once for every word I shout at him. Stop! Fucking! Up! With! My! Friend! You! Fucking! Jackass! I’ll! Fucking! Kill! You! If! You! Hurt! Her! Again! Ahh, that is deeply satisfying.

“Hey, Lucy,” he greets me pleasantly enough, but I have a feeling he’s wearing a similar mask to cover whatever his own thoughts are about me. I can only hope his is concealing a bottomless pit of despair and embarrassment and sheer mortal terror at having fucked up so badly the other night. What kind of idiot actually forgets a whole entire human being?

“Okay, babe, you sure you don’t need anything else at the store? Grocery list looks okay? No? Okay, I’ll be back in a while, love you,” he fusses over an extremely stressed out looking Cora, who barely responds to him as she pores over a piece of paper at their kitchen table. He grabs a few tote bags from the hook by the door and offers me an awkward wave before leaving and closing the door behind him. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was scared to talk to me today. Good. He could stand to be on his best behavior a little more often.

“Luuuuuce,” Cora whines as soon as the door closes, dropping her pen and yanking off her glasses, “I need huuuuugs.”

My murderous thoughts evaporate and I go to my friend and give her a bear hug from behind her chair, and she wraps her arms around mine and silently fake cries. “What’s your damage, woman?”

“I can’t science,” she pouts, and then glowers at me over her shoulder when I can’t help laughing at her.

“I’m looking at some persuasive evidence to the contrary.”

I nod toward their little table, which is covered with paper several pages deep, each one filled with typing that is bleeding red from where she’s marked it up for editing. There are a lot of things my best friend doesn’t do well. Suffer fools. Bluff at poker. Pick boyfriends. But she’s a goddamn science rockstar.

“There does appear to have been a struggle, though… this is that fellowship application?”

She nods, and I take one arm off her to pick up the nearest page. “Page nine. How many pages is it supposed to be?”

“Five…” she mumbles into her hand like she’s trying not to be heard.

“And how many pages is it, currently?” I stand up and try to neaten up the nearest pile.

“Eleven…”

“Okay. This is bleak, but we will manage. We just need fortification. Stay strong, I’ll be right back.”

On autopilot, I grab their teapot out of the cabinet and start boiling water for tea. Once it’s done, I go back to the table, where she’s done a half-assed job of clearing a spot for the cups.

“You’re an actual angel.” She cradles a mug in her hands and her eyes zone out as she watches the steam curl upward.

“You’re delirious and sleep deprived. Okay, where are we starting?”

I understand maybe a tenth of the content, but if nothing else, I can help her find places to trim down the writing, or remove redundant graphs or figures, or shorten the references section, and an hour later we’ve got it cut down to seven pages.

“The rest is on you, or else we’re going to need something stronger than tea,” I groan as I stretch my back, and her head hits the table in a dramatic clunk.

“I repeat, an actual angel,” her voice is muffled by the papers she’s squashing her face into, but then she sits up and flashes a tired but happy smile. “I’m 95% sure I can fix the rest of this myself after a cat nap. Or some FOOD. Let me feed you for your services, it’s only right.”

I follow her into the kitchen, but she hip-checks me out of the way when I try to help. She aimlessly roots through a couple of cabinets before turning around looking defeated.

“So the cupboards appear to be bare… OH!” her eyes widen. “His stash of illicit starches!” She wheels around and produces a half-eaten bag of tortilla chips from a drawer next to the stove. “Do you know what this means??”

“Nachos,” we say at the same time.

I may not be able to live out my fantasy of bloodying Alex with a shoe, but at least I can passive-aggressively eat all his favorite junk food. We pile on our preferred sins and head to the couch with our plates.

“So, how’s work?”

“Medical and fascinating, as always,” I roll my eyes. “The new girl labels all her food in the fridge because she thinks everyone else is going to steal it.”

“Well, to be fair…” Cora holds up a chip and regards it.

“I mean, no jury would convict me for stealing nachos from my friends. But come on, some office rando’s disgusting tunafish salad?”

Cora mimes puking in her mouth.

“Jake says I should make fork marks in every dish, not actually to eat it, just to fuck with her.”

“Jake’s my kind of sicko.”

“Anyway, it’s just the usual office bullshit.”

She scrutinizes her next bite very carefully. “Yeah. You think any more about moving on?”

Her eyes dart up to me, like she knows she’s on thin ice. Every now and again we talk about it, the idea of changing careers, because she knows I hate my job, but she’s at least figured out that it’s mostly an off-limits subject. I love Jeff to bits but he hasn’t gotten that memo yet.

“Ehh, not lately. It pays the bills, it doesn’t take a lot out of me, I have good hours… why rock the boat?”

“Sure, sure, makes sense,” she nods, and I can tell she’s done asking questions. I love her for that.

“Anyway, fuck my stupid job,” I say a little too loudly, “are you coming to the guys’ practice later?”

“Oh come on, you saw how much work I still have to do…” she looks back at the kitchen table with that cornered wild animal look in her eyes.

“Nope, uh-uh. We slayed that monster. You’re going.”

“Yeah, but once this thing is submitted, I really should get started on my thesis proposal…”

“Cora.”

“Lucy.” She fires back in an exaggerated version of my impatient tone.

“What. the hell. is up with you and Stone?”

The customary Stone-induced eye roll is a lot more impatient than usual. “Uhm, Stone’s an irredeemable asshole?”

“Well, sure, but that’s nothing new. What the hell happened last night? Jeff said that when Stone came back inside after talking to you, he looked like a decapitated praying mantis.”

“This image pleases me.”

“Come on, what happened? Why don’t you want to come to the gallery?”

She purses her lips for a moment. “I don’t even know. He’s just up my butt all the time about everything.”

“Speaking of images.” I earn a shove to the knee, but she’s laughing.

“I don’t know,” she says again. “I just… why’s he so fucking interested in my love life all of a sudden.”

“He’s your friend, he cares about you.”

“I know, just… I want things to go back to normal, when Stone being my friend meant calling Alex Cletus and making fun of the Doc Watson tapes in my car. Now it means him treating me like I’m breakable all the time and fixating on every little spat I have with Alex.”

“Well,” I say slowly, choosing my words with precision, “maybe he feels a little protective, I mean, he was the one who picked you up, and probably saw you when you were feeling the most upset that night…”

“No, I know, that’s the thing, I already owe him enough, can’t he let it go? Does he have to keep reminding me that we’re not… equal anymore?”

“Ah yes, the hallmark of a healthy friendship, keeping score.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re the sarcastic one now? Filling in for Stone in his absence, are we?”

“When are you going to drop this and let the poor guy relax? He’s worried about you.”

“Since when does him worrying about me translate to him deserving to hear every gory detail of my personal life?”

“You told me everything,” I point out.

“Yeah, but you’re you.”

“I’m who?”

“Abbott, or Costello, I don’t give a fuck. You’re my best friend. I’m just saying, of course I told you, I tell you everything. I know you’re not going to judge me, think I’m weak, mock me for still trying to make it work. Stone… he wouldn’t get it, he’s always making fun of Alex, and like, I don’t know… he just doesn’t miss a thing, does he?”

She chews her lip, and I can tell she’s not really expecting an answer to that last question, because we both already know it. It’s true, Stone’s invested in her. It’s plain as day when they’re in the same room. He can hardly look anywhere else. I’m pretty sure she has no clue why, because she’s too busy being irritated by him, but it’s obvious enough to me that he’s carrying a torch for her. But it’s also not my hill to die on, and I don’t want to make her feel any worse.

“Well, he’s your friend, he cares about your happiness. Give him a little credit, Cor. Maybe he wouldn’t make a joke out of it after all. You don’t know.”

“Yeah, and if a frog had wings, he wouldn’t bump his ass hopping…” she gets up to put our plates in the sink, and it’s clear the subject’s closed.

“Okay, well, think about it? Their practice, I mean. Eddie goes back to San Diego tomorrow, you know, it’d mean a lot to all of them if you came with me.”

She gives me a pained expression and I know I’ve got her. “Okayyyy, maybe…”

“Alright, come downstairs at 2, no take backsies!”

She opens her mouth, but I’m out the door before she can say anything.

***

“Uhm, hello?” A muffled voice calls through my door, accompanied by a knock.

There’s no mistaking that guy’s voice anywhere, is there? That impossibly deep voice for such a small frame, and the way he pronounces words like he’s got a gerbil in his mouth. That thought makes me laugh to myself, but the smile’s instantly wiped away when I open my door to see Eddie, his hand still held up from knocking with the back of his knuckle, his other hand holding that one inside a wad of bloody paper towel, giving me the world’s most sheepish look.

“Jesus, what happened to you?” I bolt to the kitchen to grab a dish towel.

“I, uhm, broke a glass,” he explains lamely as he unfolds the makeshift bandage, showing a gash on the outside of his thumb. I take his hand to get a closer look at the cut, which is bleeding like crazy but I don’t see any glass in it, and it doesn’t look deep enough to need stitches.

“And you did this how, by crushing it with your superhuman grip? Here, put pressure on it, Stone’ll kill us both if you bleed out in my apartment before your first show,” I wrap the towel around it and compress it, making him wince a little. “Well, first he’ll kill me, but I guess he’ll have to dig you up first and then kill you again.”

“Nah, just slipped when I was doing the dishes just now, and I tried to fucking catch it as it shattered, so I’m standing there with a pile of broken glass in my hand that I’m try to corral while I bleed all over everything, and guess I just kept making it worse,” he chuckles as he takes over pressing the towel into his thumb and nods in thanks.

“That was a shit plan, Eddie.”

“Yeah, I worked that out too.”

I look up from his mangled hand, and now that the crisis is somewhat under control, I actually notice him for the first time. Jesus, I mean, everyone looks different when they’re wearing a hat, but…

“…what…?” he asks slowly, narrowing his eyes at me just a little, and I realize I’m probably staring pretty rudely.

“When did you get all that hair?”

“I don’t know,” he laughs, “like, slowly, over the past couple years?”

“Ask a stupid question…” I grin at him. “No, sorry, just, I guess you had that hat on when I saw you before.”

“Ohh, yeah,” he laughs. “Your fair city’s pretty fucking cold, if you hadn’t noticed.”

I’d figure out a pithy reply if I wasn’t still trying to work out the mathematics of how this giant mane of hair fit up inconspicuously in that little baseball cap. I’d say he looks like a totally different person, except it suits him. It has this sort of salt-tangled look to it like he’s permanently just gotten off the beach.

“Well, you’re well insulated with that hair, then,” I laugh. “Okay, so, bandaid?”

“If you don’t mind,” he mutters, suddenly looking embarrassed again. “Sorry to bother you, were you working?” His eyes fall on my table, which is still covered with the bleeding carcass of my research statement.

“Essentially always,” I shrug, “so bothering me’s not really a thing.”

“Thanks,” he scratches the nape of his neck with his good hand. “I just couldn’t find anything helpful in Jeff’s place, and I didn’t want to bleed all over every cabinet.”

“Yeah, and even then, I doubt he has bandaids,” I laugh. “Kinda the textbook bachelor pad.”

“Yeah,” Eddie grins, “pretty great, right?”

“I mean, if you’re a bachelor.”

He looks around my apartment. “Yours is nicer, though.”

“I wouldn’t say nicer, I would just say we don’t…”

“…live in squalor?” he volunteers.

“Yeah, that. So are you gonna stay there when you come back up?”

“I don’t know, maybe. He’s been pretty great about letting me futon-surf so far.”

“The only kind of surfing we’ve got in Seattle, after all.”

“Oh, you wait, if there’s surfing I’ll find it,” he chuckles.

“So do you have a lot to take care of back in San Diego? Probably a lot of people you want to say bye to?”

His expression darkens a little bit, but he just shakes his head and says, “nah, not really. I mean, friends and stuff, sure, we’ll probably have a little gathering. But I don’t have a lot keeping me there. Kinda… kinda why I’m here, right?” The frown deepens.

I don’t know the guy or what’s going on in San Diego, but I know how it feels to be asked questions you don’t want to answer.

“Yeah. Hey, let me get you that bandaid…”

“Thanks,” he says with a little smile, and I think he’s talking about more than the bandage.

***

“Okay, so Mike, we said 5, but can you maybe show up a little earlier than that, like, uh, like 4:45? I just really don’t want to be late…”

Eddie’s nervously hassling Mike to make sure he’s got his ride figured out for his flight tomorrow morning, and Jeff’s bouncing his stupid fucking basketball off the wall like he’s catching rebounds while Dave tries to swat the occasional rogue ball with a drumstick. We’ve been playing for hours and I guess it makes sense that everyone needs a break, but I’m getting tired of the goofing off, so I focus on making a big chord chart for each song we’ve written and try to ignore the fact that I’m surrounded by idiots.

“Hey, beautiful!” Jeff lobs the ball at Dave’s head when he notices Lucy coming down the steps and runs over for the usual nauseating makeout session that occurs whenever they say hello, or goodbye, or whenever the hell they feel like it. Before I can avert my eyes, I realize with a jolt that Cora’s right behind her, and she dodges the two of them on her way to the couch at the back of the room. Mike ruffles her hair as she walks by him and she elbows him in the ribs with a grin before greeting Eddie and Dave. Of course, all of this comes from my peripheral vision, because I’m too busy studying this chord chart like my life depends on it to avoid looking directly at her.

“Okay, one more time through each one?” I bark, a little louder than I meant to, and thankfully the guys come back together pretty quickly.

We run through Breath again and then E Ballad, or, shit, Black, is that what he’s calling it now? Anyway, it’s sounding pretty decent. When that one’s over, Mike scratches his cheek and squints at Eddie.

“You change something, dude?” Eddie just looks at him questioningly until he goes on, “what was it… I thought there was a line that repeated both times about clouds, but it was something different in the second chorus…”

“Mmm? Oh, yeah, uh, the broken glass?”

Ed shoots a sideways glance at Cora, who tries to disguise a snort laugh as a cough when she notices I’m staring at her trying to figure out what the hell she’s laughing at.

“I like it! Edgy.” Mike grins. “What next, Gossard?”

We run through a few more things before we feel like we’re in a solid enough place to take a break for a few days while Ed’s gone. The whole time, I have to fight the temptation to look over at her and try to figure out what she thinks of our new stuff. But it’s not going to work that way. If she came to talk to me, she can come to talk to me. I make a meal out of packing up my guitar.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, enough playing, time to go play!” Jeff grins, trying and failing to spin the basketball on his finger. Lucy swats it out of his hands and they wrestle over it like a pair of otters.

“Stone, come on man, come play with us! Last chance to prove your manhood,” Mike nags.

“My manhood’s not contingent on my ball-handling skills, Mikey.”

“Pain the ass,” he grumbles, but he’s grinning. “What about you, Cor? Lucy’s actually not bad, but we could use a little more gender equality out there, I mean, if Stone’s not coming along….” I flick a pick at him.

“Uhm, no, I’m good, I think I’m gonna hang out here,” she says casually, but I can feel her watching me again. A little flare of hope sparks up in my chest, but the image of her furious expression last night squashes it pretty quickly.

As their footsteps pound up the stairs, I hear Eddie remind Mike one more time about his flight, and then the sound of the door closing behind them as their voices dissipate. Alone again. There’s so much I need to tell her. Except I still can’t bring myself to look at her because I’m so apprehensive of another stupid fight.

“So, hey,” she says, fidgeting with her fingernails.

“Hey yourself.” I’m probably being difficult, but I’m not about to stick my neck out again unless she does.

“Can we talk about the other night?”

“That depends.” I lean against a short stack of amps, taking a deep breath to brace myself in case this goes to hell again, and finally force myself to make eye contact.

“On?”

“On whether you’re going to bite my head off again.”

“No biting. Promise.” She bites her lips in. It’s almost enough to make me laugh.

“I’m sorry I bit your head off,” she continues. “You were right to be pissed at me, I didn’t call you.”

Jesus, is that all she thinks it was about? How do I begin to explain it to her? “I don’t care about that, you know. I mean, yeah, you shoulda called. But I just wanted to know things were okay. I mean, or not okay, whatever they are… But I shouldn’t have –”

Her mouth flies open to interrupt me but I wave her off.

“– I shouldn’t have hassled you. You had enough on your mind without me getting in the middle of it.”

She shakes her head with a deep crease forming between her eyebrows. “Don’t do that, don’t let me off the hook. I was a jerk, Stone.”

“You were jerk-adjacent, maybe. But it’s understandable.”

“Well, I shouldn’t have lost my shit. You were just trying to look out for me and I took it all out on you like a fucking asshole. I’m sorry. It’s not your doing.”

“It’s not like I helped, though,” I mutter, fiddling with the dial on the amp. “I have this thing I do, where I end up getting the wrong end of the stick because I’m too busy thinking of myself as the center of the universe.”

“I can relate,” she says, fighting a smile.

“But today I was thinking about it some more, and… you don’t owe me anything, Cora, no explanations. I was trying to be there for you, but I just ended up making your… situation into something that was about me. Which is stupid, because at the bottom of it, you’re just really important to me, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

She’s chewing her lip so hard I’m getting worried about it before letting go of it to ask me, “so, are we okay?”

“I am if you are.”

Finally she lets her smile break the tension on her face as she comes closer to pull me down into a hug, her arms coiled tightly around my neck.

“I’m sorry.”

“You said that already.”

Her shoulders shake with a silent laugh, and she sinks into me. “I fucking hated being on the outs with you, you know?”

“I know. Me too.” I press a quick little kiss against her temple and lean my head against hers.

“Ugh, Stone cooties.”

“Sorry,” I mutter, but I don’t mean it.

“I kid because I love. You know I love you, Stoner,” she adds, squeezing a little tighter.

Oh.

Something falls into place that I hadn’t even known was missing. I didn’t know I needed to hear her say it, even in that laughing, joking, friendly way, and I didn’t know that I needed to tell her, but suddenly it’s the only thing on my mind.

“Yeah, uhm… I, I love you too, Cora…”

She pulls back from me far enough to inspect my face, grinning that sly grin. The grin that I learned on the night we met means pure trouble. Pirate smile. I have to smile back, I’m powerless against it.

“Thanks for bailing me out there, bud,” she teases.

“Yeah, I couldn’t leave you hanging, how embarrassing for you.”

Christ, I want to lean down and kiss her, she’s so close, it feels like fighting gravity. But obviously I’m not going to. It’s an asshole move, and she’d kill me and I’d deserve it. In the bad idea hall of fame, that's…

She stands on her tiptoes and pecks me on the cheek before unwinding her arms and stepping back.

“So, is this a band practice or what? The fuck are we just standing around for?”

After what feels like a very long minute, my heart starts beating again and speech returns. I look around the empty room. “Note the conspicuous lack of band…”

“Excuses, excuses. Are you a guitarist or aren’t you?”

She parks cross-legged on the couch and eyes me expectantly. I shake my head and grab a guitar, sitting opposite her in the little folding chair.

“You’re bossy, Red.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Okay boss, whaddya want to hear?”

***

He indulges me with only a little grumbling, but I think it’s because he’s got so many new ideas rattling around in his head for the new band that he doesn’t mind having someone fresh to play them for. After a while, he runs out of stuff I haven’t heard, so he starts goofing around with riffs and songs from all over the place and I stretch out on the couch to listen. I recognize Tiny Dancer right off the bat, and a few others, but he gets a good minute into Dirty Work before I can finally place the tune and complain loudly enough that he gives up.

After the usual eye roll, he breaks into the opening chords of The Rain Song, which sound so delicate that I have to close my eyes because I feel like any other sensory information is just going to get in the way. It feels like he plays that one for ages, occasionally singing a line quietly here or there over the top of the chords, more to himself than audibly. When he finally stops, I open my eyes to see him squinting at me.

“Thought I’d lost you,” he jokes.

“No, the opposite. One of my favorites.”

“Really? Why?”

“Why? I need a reason? It’s perfect.”

“Sure, it’s just so ballad-y and sentimental…”

“…thus spoke the Marshmallow…” I cut over him.

“…and, like, so out of character for them. That’s such a weird album.”

“I’ll have you know it’s my favorite Zep album, you dick.”

He frowns at me. “Really? Houses?”

“This surprises you?”

“I don’t know, I figured you for a IV kind of girl.”

“That’s everyone’s favorite Zep album. Since when do I do what anyone tells me I should do?”

That makes him chuckle. “God, it figures, of course you would like the weird one.”

“It’s a thing I do. Anyway, you brought it up, why’d you play it?”

He drops his eyes back down to his guitar and fiddles with a few chords. “I don’t know. Just… just been on my mind, I guess.”

“Your mind’s a sentimental place then, Stoner, like it or not.”

His ironic smile relaxes a little, and for a second I think he’s stumped for a reply, but then he nods to himself.

“Alright,” he says thoughtfully, “she who likes the weird ones. I bet I got your number…”

He bends his head back down to his guitar and starts playing the opening notes, the intro to that song, the one that sounds the way a sunrise feels. The weird one. Well, the most normal one on the weirdest album, which makes it the weird one in an especially weird way. Only Stone. I sink a little deeper into the couch as the sound radiates, resonates. By the time he starts quietly singing again, my smile’s so big it hurts.

“Hey, lady…”

#behind the sun #chapter 11 #fanfiction #fanfic #stone gossard #jeff ament #mike mccready #eddie vedder #dave krusen #pearl jam

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greenishbucket · 6 years

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Sacred Duties

“Are you an angel?” the guy asks, awestruck.

“Nope,” says Bully.

Shitty & Bully, passing on responsibilities, 1k. ao3

Bully is feeling a little worse for wear, but all around not too bad for having partied into the early hours of the morning. He can only guess he passed out for a couple hours on the front steps to the Haus because that’s where he is when he forces his eyes open. On the bad side it means his head is pounding and his neck has a crick that’s gonna take some fucking work to get rid of, but at least the temperatures hadn’t dropped too low in the night so all his fingers and toes are still working, and his balls haven’t dropped off.

It’s still pretty early, the sky only starting to get light above the houses and the birds still a little sleepy, but Bully deeply feels he could do with a handful or two of dry cereal and a glass of water, so he decides to make his way quietly inside.

There’s a fair amount of people sleeping in awkward, probably-painful places and a shitload of cans to be cleared up; it makes for tricky navigating, especially since Bully isn’t sure he’s quite sober yet.

There’s also a dude sitting at the kitchen table, eyes bloodshot to fuck either from weed or lack of sleep or both, seemingly naked from what Bully can see. Bully stops still, almost kicking over a stack of empty beers in a surprise. Dude’s got a pretty impressive moustache situation going on, and Bully opens his mouth to say so, but before he can the guy is snapping out of his alcohol-weed-sleep-deprivation haze and fixing Bully with a look of complete wonder.

“Are you an angel?” the guy asks, awestruck.

“Nope,” says Bully.

Moving as if in a trance, the guy gets up from his chair and moves towards Bully’s side of the table. He doesn’t have the same care for lack of noise, but no one stirs. Bully had also taken a half second to prepare himself for an unexpected dick sighting, but the guy turns out to be wearing jean shorts; they say ‘booty’ across the crotch in purple sequins, and the lettering is suddenly right in Bully’s face when the guy gets unsteadily onto one of the kitchen chairs nearest.

“Bro,” the dude says, almost tearful, and reaches to sink his hands into Bully’s hair. Bully blinks at the guy’s crotch, and the guy continues, “Like, fully fucking tell me if I’m overstepping into your personal space here and shit but your flow. It is a motherfucking beaut. It’s a masterpiece, an art form, a– would you let my best lady bro friend braid it? Please?”

“Uh,” says Bully. “Sure, I guess? I don’t really think it’s long enough to braid, though, man.”

The dude massages Bully’s scalp a little, eyes shut and expression blissful when Bully peers upward, and Bully can get behind that. It takes the edge of his headache a bit, even if it’s just temporary.

“No, no, no, she’s a fucking artist, brah. Works with all kinds of multimedia shit and this fucking flow deserves to be– to be immortalised, to be appreciated for the fuck you to the man it is. The dedication, the belief, the entire aesthetic concept.”

“Thanks,” says Bully. Maintaining a flow is more work than people think, and it’s nice to be appreciated, even if it’s by some random dude.

“No, thank you,” says the dude. “You’re carrying on my sacred duties, brah. There must always be one bearer of the flow on this team. I, Shitty Knight, once made it my solemn task and I have gotta fucking say, you are doing a majestic job now I’m gone.” He leans down and kisses Bully on the top of the head, which is chill, then breathes in deep. “You smell like tub juice. Good shit.”

Bully shrugs. “Yeah, well. It’s pretty potent stuff, dude.” He vaguely remembers a Shitty being mentioned, and he’s happy to take on the mantel of flow-bearer, if only… “Hey, could you get me a handful of cereal? Cupboard to your left.”

“It would be my fucking honour,” says Shitty and then he takes one hand out of Bully’s hair to rummage in the cupboard, teetering dangerously on the chair, and then presents a handful down to Bully to eat. It’s kind of like holding out food to a horse, or like a deer or something. Bully can dig it; saves lifting his own arms, anyway.

“Thanks, man.”

Shitty massages Bully’s scalp and runs his fingers through Bully’s hair one last time, then gets down from the chair with a sigh.

Bully looks down at him. For the former bearer of flow duties, this Shitty guy doesn’t have much impressive going on anymore; run of the mill shortish cut, a little messy after a good party. He also looks a bit cold, and tired, but in a mostly happy way. “You good?” Bully asks just in case.

“Jesus God I am fucked,” Shitty says, sitting down like his joints ache. “I’m going to need to nap so hard.”

Bully tells him, “Green couch was free when I saw it. It’s not a bad place to catch some Z’s.”

Shitty stares at him hard a moment, and then says, “You know what, brah? I can respect that. Challenge accepted.”

Bully watches Shitty zig-zag towards the living room, somehow managing not to walk into anyone but kick every beer can in his way. The clattering ends with the groan of the couch’s springs, and Shitty swearing as he gets comfortable. Bully doesn’t get what people hate about the couch; Chowder had shown him how to get comfy on it and avoid the most sticky or rash-inducing patches. But maybe that’s just a secret between them, which is a nice thought.

Eating another handful of dry cereal, Bully thinks to himself that even though every team he’s been with has had a few eccentric types, Samwell seems to have a higher proportion than any other. It’s got some weird traditions, too – like, Bully had been put on post-kegster megaphone duties last night. And some alumni called Shitty has just fed him cereal and stroked his hair while his crotch was in Bully’s face.

But Bully is kind of looking forward to using the megaphone in a bit, and his head is feeling a little better from the massage, and Chowder is out there teaching him secret cheats, and so far Samwell and the team have been pretty awesome – swawesome, even – so Bully figures he can roll with it.

#my writing #omgcp fic #can't have bad characterisation if the character barely exists yet #anyway. flow is an emotion.

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lethesomething · 7 years

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BnHA Profile: Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa is one of the cleverest, most underrated characters in BnHA, and I'm not just saying that because he's voiced by Suwabe and therefore immediately on Lethey's Love List. This is a guy that sort of drags himself through life, doing good deeds without seemingly getting a lot of satisfaction from it. He's almost an anti-hero even though he's more pure than several of the other characters in the series. So let's break him down.

Out of the Limelight

Aizawa is an 'underground' hero. He avoids the media, he stays out of all the flashy stuff and really, the only reason people like Izuku know his name is because, well, Izuku is a massive nerd. As a hero, but also personality-wise, Aizawa is a clear foil for All Might. One is always smiling, embracing fame to become a symbol of peace that stops villains everywhere from even wanting to start shit. He's super flashy, cares deeply about appearance and also he's just… huge and muscular. Eraserhead, meanwhile, has a resting bitch face, looks like he hasn't showered in days, wears basic black pyjamas wherever he goes and he shrinks back from attention like a vampire seeing the first rays of the sun. This contrast extends to their fighting style. All Might is all about power and speed. He's an all-rounder that overwhelms his opponents with a super-quirk. Meanwhile, Aizawa is an incredibly specialised hero that needs a clear strategy and an extensive knowledge of martial arts to even stand a chance. In many ways All Might is to Aizawa what Izuku is to Shinsou, someone blessed with overwhelming power and therefore hard to deal with. It's not really that difficult to see why they don't get along very well.

(spoilers from the manga under the cut) (also this stuff is just really long ok) (I have many feels)(and many opinions)

Fundamentally, though, Aizawa looks the way he does because he gives absolutely zero fucks about how he comes across. You see this when he decides to (or was forced to) make an effort after the forest camp. He's totally capable of looking less villainous. Put him in a suit and he may not look like a full blown superhero, but he's at least passable as a Japanese salaryman.

When given free reign, however, he cares not. He's basically introduced to us as the apathetic, possibly even cruel teacher who cares little for his students. Superhero Snape. He's grumpy, he makes them go through gruelling tests and he threatens to expel them at a moment's notice. This turns out, of course, to be a logical ruse (he also has a really awful sense of humor).

The workaholic

What's interesting about him as a character, is that as you start reading BnHA, it becomes clear that this initial idea is almost completely wrong. For one: he carries a sleeping bag around and catches a nap at any opportunity given to him. Not because he's lazy. But because he's extremely sleep deprived. Because this idiot never stops working. Aizawa appears to have very little life outside his work. We know that his room is bare, he teaches during the day and he does most of his hero-ing at night. He doesn't appear to have much of an off switch.

That scene is a rather nice one from the later chapters. Everyone's being called up and it's the middle of the friggin night. Nedjire is half asleep, at the same time we see the others in their jammies. What is Aizawa doing at this ungodly hour? Working. Multitasking, even. On two devices. Probably planning shit. This is the reason that man teaches from a sleeping bag. He's trying to fit too many hours of work into a single day, and tries to somehow fit the necessary sleep in by multitasking. How very Japanese of him. But also. Can we please talk about this?

Why the hell is a fully bandaged up, injured man, at work? Dude got nearly killed on school premises. By any insurance policy in the modernized world, he should be on sick leave, watching the whole thing on tv, with a nice cup of tea and maybe some grapes or something by his side. You can't tell me UA has that bad of a health policy, the damn school probably has the most expensive insurance in the world. But nope, he sitting in a booth commentating. Because Yamada asked him. Please note that several of the teachers are just up in the crowd, watching the games. They could have gotten Blood Baron or Nedzu to do it. But no, get the workaholic who can't even lie in bed for a day when all his bones are broken.

The teacher

When I first started reading BnHA, I heartily wondered why the hell they'd put someone like that in front of a class. But again, once you get to know him, it turns out this man is a really good teacher. I certainly never had anyone pay that much attention to me and my well-being when I was in school. He understands a bunch of his kids better than they do. See exhibit A: Bakugou.

Aizawa's teaching style is very much a 'hands off' kind of thing. He doles out advice, he makes them run themselves ragged, but in a very specific sense, he also Trusts them. Even the explodey one. He has implicit faith in them, because he's observed them.

He can almost predict them. See exhibit B: Izuku.

He knows Izuku enough to know, for instance, that he *cannot* stop himself from being a hero. He can't. He waded into the sludge monster to save Kacchan. He chose saving Uraraka over getting a shot at the entry exam. The forest, the kidnapping, all of it. He will choose the saving option every time. That's why this is such a lovely scene. It really shows how well Aizawa knows his pupils. He knows he can’t stop Izuku so he’s just kinda... going along with it. He knows there's no point in telling Izuku not to go. So he decides to let him, if only so he can keep an eye on him.

I mean.. Especially when it comes to these two, Aizawa is a bit of a softy? I'm sure he'd prefer the term 'realist' but come one. Softie.

The Reluctant Dad

Speaking of softies. BnHA has a surprisingly large amount of father figures. Maybe it's because Izuku's dad is absent, but the theme sort of runs through the whole thing. The dads in this series range from the loving, supportive examples like All Might, or Bakugou's and Jirou's perfectly normal dads, to more tough loving guys like Gran Torino. They go all the way into the utter shit and abusive section, with Todoroki Sr. The Big Bad is, in a rather premeditated way, a father figure to Shigaraki. Even All Might and Shigaraki himself have a rather messed up bond that mirrors some father-son elements. But out of all of these, the most grumpy dad is doubtlessly Aizawa. This is a guy who's been given twenty highly rambunctious kids and who Cares Deeply about them, despite his vocal assurances that he would rather be sleeping. He then goes and adopts another one in the form of Shinsou (sort of, that might just be my wishful thinking).

It's interesting to note that Aizawa is very much a dad of the 'papa wolf' variety. He will protect the shit out of these kids. This is a guy who, as mentioned, has a very specialised fighting style that works best against small groups, for small periods of time. So obviously he jumps in the middle of a veritable army of villains to give his students a chance to escape , papa wolf style. That bit up there where he saves Tsuyu? Despite being very nearly dead? Yeah. He will also protect their Honour, like when he calls out the crowd on their (wrongful) estimation of Bakugou in the Uraraka fight. He will even, in a way, protect them from themselves.

I'm personally really in love with the fact that he's aware of his role, as a teacher, an adult, a substitute father figure, but that he doesn't particularly want it? Like he knows he's a teacher, and teachers/adults behave in a certain way. You see it a little here, when he brings Kouta back to relative safety. A big part of Aizawa, you see, admires the hell out of Izuku. This is the kid that surprised him. The kid that wants to be a hero so badly that he's willing to break himself over and over again, to save people. He gets that. But at the same time he knows that he has to try and keep Izuku in line.

And keeping Izuku in line is one hell of a job. Definitely the part of the job that he doesn’t particularly enjoy. Even when he's legitimately angry. Even when he has to play the strict one to All Might's entirely too soft heart.

The repentant

Diving straight into headcanons now. Be warned.

I've already talked about how Aizawa understands Shinsou in a way that Yamada, or All Might, or people like Todoroki or Bakugou could never understand. He knows what it's like to, in a way, be weak. To be specialised. In order for him to be a hero, he has to not only be strong, he has to be smart. I think part of the reason he appreciates Bakugou like that, is because he's Both.

But back to the headcanons. We know nothing of Aizawa's past (as of now, chapter 143, when I write this) but doesn't it sort of seem like there's some big dark secret in there? He certainly acts like he has some kind of regret.

He had to go through a particularly gruelling time to become the hero he is today. And he doesn't even get to be the good kind of hero. He does not get shampoo commercials and adoring crowds. He gets long nights of sneaking around and being beat up, and a day job as a teacher.

What the hell for?

Thing is, he did expel a whole class. And while we're first assuming he did it because he's a jerk, in a way he does it to save them from what he believes is cruelty. It turns out he cares, you see, he cares an awful lot about his students.

Doesn't that suggest some kind of deep seated issue?

We know little of Aizawa's past, other than that he went to UA with Yamada, but his actions and his words suggest that he definitely has seen some pain. Maybe one of his hero friends died. Maybe he saw classmates fail to fulfil their dreams. Maybe one of his ex-students got hurt and he saw it as a personal fault of his. Personally, I think his motivations might lie closer to Tenya's, with some sibling he looked up to, who failed and became his main motivation to succeed. But that's just a theory. Either way, he's seen failure. Maybe he's lived it. He's seen what it can do to a person, especially in a high stakes environment like the hero business and he appears to have made it his personal mission to stop this from happening by being the most nurturing, supportive person a grump like him could be.

I’m starting to rack up a lot of BNHA theories lately.

#aizawa shouta #character theory #character profiles #bnha #boku no hero academia #meta #manga spoilers #ok i may have a thing for aizawa #just about willing to admit it

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escailyyy · 7 years

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Sweeter than fiction (SherlollyFicExchange2017 @darnedchild)

Mary would be the first one to admit that motherhood softened her embarrassment threshold, that was one explanation for it, domesticity had apparently made it mentally acceptable for Mary to indulge in the hobbies of middle aged housewives that Sherlock would roll his eyes on. (Joining the ranks of the type of women that made fifty shades of Grey a best seller) so she couldn’t exactly share her new hobby with him.

So when Molly Hooper caught Mary reading something called ‘Warstan gets Naughty’ by username: WhatzonDkink, Mary not only was way too eager to talk about her latest obsession but also had no shame in admitting it was an obsession. Sherlock probably would have expected more from Mary! She blamed this on Rosie, if as a woman she no longer had an issue with having baby vomit on her shirt when she went grocery shopping, then obviously she wouldn’t have it with sharing her smut preferences with a friend during girls night either.

“Let me get this straight, people write about you and John, just because they saw you on the telly and mentioned in John’s blog” Molly hummed over her second glass of wine “they write about you the way people write about Clara Oswald and the Doctor, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley kind of thing?”

“Like Posh Spice and David Beckham” Mary nodded “I found this site dedicated to real people fanfiction it’s quite big, there’s a section for royalty, politicians, sports players, celebrities and crime fighters, people consider us the second best pairing in that category, they write all sort of thing featuring John and me” she grinned proudly while Molly giggled

“Let me see” Molly peered at Mary’s tablet while reading out loud “ this one is called "Make me scream” by username Bby8R2D2, John Watson comes home from a day chasing a serial killer to find his wife wants to leave him, unless he can prove to her why he was nicknamed 'Three continent Watson’ ….“ Molly burst out laughing opening the link and skimming over it "Mary I’m not sure paragraph five is anatomically possible”

Mary nodded scrolling down “just wait, paragraph ten defies the laws of physics and some of chemistry’s” feeling emboldened Mary opened another file and pushed it into Molly’s eyes “this one is a particular favorite of mine”

The fan fiction was called “Duty to Love” by LaD-GG-romnuv,and Molly read out loud “ An: I wrote this while sleep deprived working through rocket science and assembling an IKEA bedroom set, John Watson is Captain America and Mary Morstan is Black Widow having a hot affair, their love will be put to test when John has to choose between his love for Mary and his duty to Rehabilitated Winter Soldier Sherlock Holmes” Molly perked up with interest opening the first chapter and reading through “wow this is…this isn’t bad, you’re..very in character, oh look I’m in here too… Molly Carter-Hooper agent 221” this brought a smile to Molly’s face, then she let out another gasp “Oh John how could you!…Mary, you know him better than this….No, Sherlock, that’s a bastard move”

“I know right, the writer hasn’t updated in ages” Mary groaned putting her hands to her face “I have half a mind to track down their IP and ask them if I John will ever see me again now that he joined the group fighting Lokiriarty in Asgard and I am single-handedly heading S.H.I.E.L.D” she also didn’t mention that special Agent 221 and the Winter Soldier were also having awkwardly adorable encounters as a ‘side pairing’ and that she wanted to know how it ended, but that was neither here nor there.

“Aaaand thanks for the spoilers” Molly glared at Mary who shamelessly raised her glass, surreptitiously closing the link

“Some people write things that you wouldn’t believe in the NSFW rating…let’s just say I’ll spare you the details of 'Watson Gang bang’ and 'Blood kink Mary’ because you’re not ready for that type of darkness”

“ what? Really?” Molly’s finger hovered over the rating button but Mary stopped her with a glare

“Yes, really, but back to my favorites, there’s an angsty one that’s very on demand recently. "Bone Marrow,” I think, apparently John met me as a patient, we had a collection of one night stands turned dates and now I only have weeks to live because the writer of that fanfiction is a sadistic ass"

“Do you end up together though?”

“I have no idea!” Mary groaned “ I swear Nick Sparks could use a tip or two from the hyperactive teenage girl that’s writing about my imaginary terminal illness”

Molly snorted patting her hand “speaking about angst, does John know about this?” She motioned to Mary’s tablet

Mary rolled her eyes and shook her head “He doesn’t want to hear about our fictional sex life, apparently it’s not fair that his fan fiction persona is better stud than he is, and a better doctor, actor, polo player, international pilot, astronaut” Mary ticked off her fingers “You don’t see me complaining about the superhuman professional skills that those fans give me” “That’s actually kinda…sweet, if a little disturbing” Molly settled in comfortably in her lounge seat while she ordered another round of margaritas when once again Mary’s tablet beeped with a notification

“Hey Mary what’s "Sherlolly finally does it” about? It’s by username Sherlicks-lollies and it looks promising….“ but Mary had already grabbed the tablet out of Molly’s hands

"Yeah no you can’t read that, nope not at all” Mary as a rule never looked nervous unless she wanted people to think she was nervous, but the face she made at the very mention of that fan fiction was…actually the same face Mary made whenever something unexpected happened to Rosie’s nappy

“Mary” Molly eyed her tablet suspiciously “what is in there?”

“Nothing, just more tawdry things about me and John….if you’ll excuse me I need to leave a proper commentary review on this work of art” her face was turning a bit red and as far as Molly was concerned, Mary’s face had just passed dirty-nappy territory straight into buying-condoms-for-Mrs Hudson level of uncomfortable.

“You do know that I also have Google on my phone don’t you?” The tiny pathologist said in a threatening tone taking out her serviceable smartphone and waving it in front of Mary’s face

“You wouldn’t dare” her friend replied as nonchalantly as someone hiding smutty fan fiction could

“Google it is”

“Molls you’re not ready for the world of RPF, trust me”

But Molly Hooper was a brave soul, a brave, intrepid and possibly drunk soul who was capable of sawing through the rib cage of a dead body without batting an eyelash and also once gone on a date with Moriarty, she hung out with Sherlock! and somewhere, one day if she ever needed to change jobs, those things were going to be stamped in her CV under 'work experience’. So she wasn’t afraid of fan fiction.

Or so she thought “You don’t intimidate me Mary Watson” Molly whispered ominously

Finally as if hit by a very mischievous idea Mary’s face did a 180 and a rather creepy smirk graced her face “Fine, Google the word Sherlolly, go ahead Hooper, I dare you, I’ll let you read this if you do” And so Molly did.

Mary who was now shamelessly enjoying herself again covertly turned on her tablet’s camera and carefully took pictures of the progression of emotions crossing Molly’s face, shock, disbelief, despair, embarrassment, flattery, embarrassment again, and finally plain mortification.“Mary I’m in the dictionary”

“I know”

“Sherlock and me…we’re in the bloody Oxford dictionary”

“Next to the definition of Shipping, yes” Mary passed Molly another margarita in mock sympathy “Oxford, but only the updated version, nobody over twenty reads the updated version anyway”

“Sherlock and Molly” More disbelief “Sherlolly…”

“I warned you” Mary nodded, then since she might as well rip off the band aid completely she added “there’s fanart too”

The horror dawned “People draw…people draw Sherlock and me together”

“And they’re quite talented at it too, all sort of situations, oh don’t look so terrified Molly, the fan-art isn’t that bad, the fandom thinks you’re both Kawai or something, not all of what they draw is porn”

Molly cursed something so colorful it made Mary feel proud “tell me Sherlock doesn’t know”

“Oh he knows it exists, he probably just hasn’t thought about it very deeply” Mary shrugged “Like Greg’s name, fan fiction is probably not relevant enough for his nibs”

“And thank God for his little mercies” Molly hissed “Someone drew us sailing with the Queen!”

“must be a new member, usually your shippers are more into drawing the insides of St Bart’s or imagining what your flat looks like” Mary was enjoying herself Furthermore she wanted Molly Hooper to enjoy herself so she tried a new approach “hey don’t be so shocked, the shippers love you, they buy any science magazine you’re mentioned in, it’s not all about Sherlock for them”

“They like an imaginary version of us” Molly was not appeased

“And we liked the airbrushed versions of Prince Charles and Princess Diana when they were a thing so I don’t see how it’s any different, cheer up Missus Pathologist” Mary encouraged in her best 'mom’ voice trying her best to make her friend see the bright side “Carpe Diem and all that”

And that’s how Molly Hooper discovered the world of Real Person Fanfiction, at first Molly was reluctant to see the website again, after all any sane person would be a bit miffed if they found out that other people played around with the details of their life like grown children with action figures. But curiosity won out, the next time she felt bored in the tube she pulled out her phone and decided to give them the benefit of the doubt.Soon she came to realize that the so called shippers were not really malicious or ill intentioned. In fact, most of them had in one way or another become interested in her romantic life because they’ve been previously impressed with something during the course of her career and looked her up online.It was somewhat ridiculous, these people knew nothing about her life (or so she thought) but apparently, they decided over the course of who-knows-how-long-this-had-been-going-on that she and Sherlock Holmes were either going to make a good couple or were already a good couple behind the scenes.

Anderson’s crazy conspiracy group had probably only proved these people right when Sherlock was gone and….. Oh damn, it got worse.

There were fanfics about that too. (Username ‘Notr3a11yAnderson’ wasn’t even subtle when it earned the website’s award for reviewer of the month)

“How many variations of Sherlock snogging me after falling from the rooftop can exist?” Molly muttered to herself glaring a bit at her phone, a quick refinement in the ‘advance searching’ gave her an answer that had her cursing again.

Ten million? Really?.

But Molly couldn’t find it in herself to hate them, when her mortification died out over the weekend amusement replaced it, after all, if she was allowed to silently wish Mycroft and Anthea would snog already, then why judge the shippers for romanticizing her extremely ordinary life in their heads. Mary was probably right in taking a relaxed approach.Outrage would serve her for naught, it wasn’t as if these people were like Kitty Riley or her ilk, fan fiction was still considered a widely taboo hobby in most places and the so called 'shippers’ didn’t seem to be doing it for personal profit. To these perfect strangers imagining her and Sherlock together was just…fun, so they kept doing it.

A phone call from Mike interrupted her musings and when she went back to her phone like most Internet browsers hers allowed a pop-up ad on the fanfiction website latest updates to blink on her phone screen.“Sherlolly Saves the endangered Koalas” Molly hummed reading through one of the fanfics suggested by the pop up, apparently the Sherlolly shippers were very dedicated fans, of course there were other suggestions, an N-sync fan fiction that featured the band’s most popular members getting together and someone wrote Tiger Woods and Serena Williams having a super powerful tennis playing golfer baby. Mary and John were popular too with a multitude of different scenarios straight out of a Hospital Soap being the favored fanfic inspiration. Molly bookmarked the one marked as a ‘Letters of love in Afghanistan’ because it sounded like something she wouldn’t mind reading, even if the author’s bio made Molly think he really needed a hug.

But the fanfiction about the endangered Koalas taunted Molly again, it wouldn’t hurt to click it just once.

How bad could something tagged #fluffy-super-fluffy be? The summary promised two people in a Koala rescue, really it wasn’t as if she’d be reading anything rated NSFW. The tube wasn’t going to get any faster and she was curious.

One click became another, then another and before she knew it Molly was making BogusRPFwebsite.notcom part of her daily routine in the tube and slowly started replacing her paperback novels during her relaxing time. Sometimes she could even ‘deduce’ who the writers of certain stories were but she tried not to, things might get weird in real life if they turned out to be people close to her (She was pretty sure leg-in-a-cast Polly Turner and Nurse Roberts from upstairs were writing that collab, where Sherlock and Molly had a host of quintuplets and labor, was a sneeze for Molly’s vagina).

Also, the more she read, the more questions she had, like:

Why were her first borns always either girls or twins most of the time? Were the authors aware that little boys made cute fantasy babies too?.

What was the obsession with Sherlock’s hair? I mean yes Molly knew that his curls were unusually perfect and had fantasized about pulling them as much as the next girl but really, they all made it sound as though he used unicorn blood in his shampoo and it was starting to get to Molly in real life.

Why did every girl that liked him with the exception of Molly turn out to be a serial killer or a criminal of some kind?.

Also, why was everyone in fan fiction always extremely attractive? Had the ugly people been abducted by makeup scientists?.

Why was Sherlock’s shirt always open during his fictional interactions with her?.

How exactly did time work in fan fiction? Nobody ever seemed to own a clock in fictional London.

And with these type of questions in mind, Molly pretended that it was someone else in those pages, someone else who was pretty, witty and adorable who was in love with another Sherlock who definitely wasn’t her Sherlock because this was all fan fiction and it didn’t count as real life.

Some writers made it really easy for Molly to compartmentalize her denial, writing either Sherlock or her out of character was a sure fire way for Molly to keep her plausible deniability while enjoying a bit of escapism, it didn’t hurt that Sherlock was in France for an overnight case with John and wouldn’t be back until he solved another seemingly impossible puzzle and Molly didn’t have to SEE him.

Sure he texted her with crime scene pictures and called her every once in a while to talk about incompetent French coroners but so far so good Molly was keeping real life Sherlock out of sight and out of mind while the multiple incarnations of RPF Sherlock gave her a good source of amusement and that was fine with Molly Hooper.

It was hard for embarrassment not to turn into flattery after some days swimming through the #fluff and #morefluff tag, I mean what woman didn’t like the idea of being cool enough to inspire people to writing glorified romance novels in obscure corners of the internet, Molly didn’t think either Sherlock or her deserved half of the unspoken admiration these writers had for them, but nevertheless it was…sweet (if a little disconcerting).

Fanfiction was one of those things that were ignored when one saw another person doing it, like reading the newspaper, people never paid much attention to another’s reading materials unless the topic was broached and as such Molly’s new pastime could have gone largely unnoticed had it not been for one thing: Sherlock Holmes did not like it when Molly didn’t pay him attention and Two weeks later when he got back from France, Molly Hooper knew she had a problem.

“Molly, I need access to a good set of kidneys, before noon if you please" was the first thing Sherlock said when he got back from his case, John at his side rolled his eyes, expecting the pathologist to at least greet him with her usual bright smile, but Molly surprisingly didn’t even lift up her head from her computer.

“yes Sherlock, I’ll get it to you later”

“and a good femur, for some reason Mrs. Hudson threw away my last one"

Molly who was still clearly engrossed in whatever she was doing barely managed an “of course Sherlock”

“And some eyes, preferably without much cornea damage" Sherlock frowned at her “Molly are you even listening or is the usual game of Solitaire taking up too much of your time?”

But even then he only managed to make Molly separate herself from the computer long enough to pull a notepad from her desk drawer and slide it in his direction “write a list of the body parts you need and I’ll deliver them at Baker Street after my shift” and then she was back to what had her so busy.

Molly tried to ignore Sherlock’s presence, easily opening the tabs for a couple of vaguely interesting autopsy reports to justify herself in case he decided to snoop in her files and went back to reading more fanfiction completely tuning out the real life consulting detective of her dreams.

The fanfiction that had her giving Sherlock auto pilot responses was titled “Celebrity Romance” in it Sherlock was written as an actor in a BBC series called ‘Benedict’, the TV show he starred in followed the life of fictional Hollywood darling Benedict Cumberbatch ( Sherlock apparently had been at it for five seasons) who was married with kids and held a demanding life as a sought after celebrity, and Molly, in turn, played a secondary role in his show as one of Benedict’s equally famous friends, progressive feminist actress Louise Brealey. What had Molly intrigued was that in the fanfiction despite the fact that on screen Sherlock and Molly’s characters were only good friends, with story lines that rarely overlapped, off screen they were actually falling in love and bonding over Starbucks coffees. (privately Molly rather liked Loo’s minor suffrage-style story line just as much as she liked Ben’s love story with his wife Sophie, but that was just her)

The point was that Molly was really invested in the plot of that story, the author was making his characters jump through rings of fire to get that happy ending…..Aaaand “Excuse me Sherlock did you say something? I was a bit distracted with this autopsy report” Molly said, eyes snapping out of her reverie to catch the tail end of one of his deductions on the state of Lestrade’s NSY passwords.

Molly saw a muscle in his jaw twitch with exasperation “Yes, I can see that” Sherlock said with narrowed eyes “if you tried to get any closer to the screen you would be in danger of merging with it”

Molly nodded distractedly making the same face Sherlock usually did when he was texting behind his back “Of course Sherlock, merging, that’s great for the victim” in response Sherlock calmly walked to the power outlet in the corner and unplugged her desktop “HEY” Molly snapped glaring at her blank computer and turned her whole attention to Sherlock Furiously, now she would never know what Happened after fictional Molly tweeted about how her character Louise needed to get more screen time.

“Body parts? Assistance in the lab?” Sherlock said without flinching watching Molly’s petulant glare melt into her usual friendly smile

“I gather you brought a sample of evidence with you" She replied easily getting up as though she hadn’t been not paying him attention for the last fifteen minutes, privately she resolved to find that fan fiction again when she got home “let’s see it, if it was worth bringing here it must be something big”

Sherlock handed over the evidence bag and for all intents and purposes that should have been it, she was back to the usual, except it wasn’t.

Because that week was the week Molly ventured into the deep dark hole that was the smut rating. And Sherlock being Sherlock, noticed the change immediately.

Molly began distancing herself from him and he didn’t like it.

She was distracted almost disinterested in him every time he saw her, she answered his questions in sentences that might as well have been recorded on an answering machine and had started spending too much time on her emails. To everyone else, she looked and acted like the normal Molly but Sherlock knew that something was going on in her life.

Normally this kind of behavior would lead him to deduce some new sort of paramour in her life, but a deeper look at the details of her social life showed no variation in patterns, her flat showed no sign of new visitors staying longer than what was considered appropriate and a quick call to Mycroft reassured him that she hadn’t been anywhere else in the past month.

Browsing through her phone and computer gave up similarly uninspiring results, other than a mountain of random pages and articles on things he didn’t care about Molly hadn’t logged on to any new dating website or media equivalents.

The only detail he could see was that Molly’s strange behavior coincided with the recent scheduling of her weekly nights out with Mary and like a dog with a bone, Sherlock had to investigate further. So using his master detective skills he roped John into trying to spy on his daughter’s godmother and on his wife (John was naturally against it citing that for very obvious reasons spying on a retired secret agent like Mary was almost impossible, also according to him spying on girls during their girl time was something teenage boys did, not men) but Sherlock eventually managed to convince him .

Meanwhile, Molly felt she couldn’t be around Sherlock anymore and it was all Mary’s fault.

“I ran away Mary, I said I needed to wash my hair and ran, like a coward” Molly complained bringing her hands to her face “ I can’t look at him in the eyes, I’ve tried!”

“I hate to say it, but: I told you so” Mary chuckled patting her hand “tell me again how bad is it?”

“On a scale of one to ten, eleven, I can’t seem to stop reading them" Molly wailed not daring to take her hands off her face “maybe I’ve turned into a pervert”

“you’re not a pervert Molls, people that send pictures of their privates to unsuspecting strangers on chat rooms are perverts, you’re just you know….sexually frustrated” the chuckle turned into a full blown giggle.

“Thank you for stating the obvious Mrs. Three Continent Watson" Molly grumbled “They like Sherlock’s penis! A lot and my breasts, just look at them Mary” Molly pointed to her modest chest “They are not a big deal, but out there in the big wide internet there are strangers that…have a very artistic view of my breasts”

“And of Sherlock’s penis,“ Mary reminded her laughing

“Stop laughing this is serious, I need help” Molly then pulled up her phone “hear this one” Molly cleared her throat “Prince Sherlock wasn’t supposed to be fucking his niece’s Fairy godmother, but he couldn’t help himself, the christening was almost over and he just had to know what it was like to taste her dewy pussy, to be inside her and hammer his member so deep she cried with pleasure, his manhood was made for her, hard red and angry his shaft was painfully aware of how beautiful she was and he just wanted to rip off every single item of frothy fabric covering her and her, gloriously hard nippled small breasts, see his little fairy naked and open just for him, while he made her miss the christening of Princess Briar Rosamund”

“Oh wow, what talent”Mary was holding her sides in laughter “Remind me to invite whoever wrote that to the christening of my next baby”

“MARY” Molly almost started crying “that one had a plot I enjoyed and now I can’t stop thinking about…”

“Sherlock’s rock hard penis?”

“STOP SAYING IT” Molly hissed “this is all your fault”

“Hey my friend I told you not to do it, you didn’t listen"

“you knew I would do it anyway" Molly wailed “Now I can’t stop thinking about how it would be like to actually have sex with him, not that I didn’t before, but these people are graphic Mary, VERY, graphic, now every time I look at Sherlock I wonder which one of these people hit the mark, is he rough in bed, does he take it slow, does he like his hair pulled, or does he do the hair pulling, is his penis as big as they claim it is or is that just normal smut exaggeration” Molly began ranting while Mary kept trying not to spill her drink with her giggles “I mean I’m pretty sure some of these people have access to his medical records from his druggie days so one has to question if it’s true, I for one like to be dominant in bed and now it’s affecting my relationship with Sherlock because I can’t look at him in the eye without wondering what it’s like to spank his perfect ass with that bloody riding crop he likes so much”

“Oh Molly, you really need to have sex and soon" Mary advised wisely patting the petite woman’s head, then she turned around on her stool and looked at the pair of old men that were sitting at the table behind them “By the way, John, why don’t we head home and leave Sherlock and Molly alone, I think you’ve heard enough”

“Mary Watson that move just cost you a friendship” Molly looked genuinely betrayed but Mary didn’t look one bit regretful

“You need him out of your system and you Mr. Clark Kent…“ She said pulling Sherlock up and divesting him from the trey wig and bad prosthetics "need to stop being a tosser over the fact that Lois Lane likes Superman better” and with that Mary swanned out of the pub with an apologetic John in tow, leaving Sherlock alone with Molly

minutes ticked down.

Another minute.

Sherlock still was looking at her like he’d never seen her before. “So it was fan fiction all along”

“Yes"

“That might present a problem for us” Sherlock said awkwardly

“I’m aware”

“Molly I….”

But she cut him off deciding enough was enough “Just say whatever you need to say Sherlock” Molly glared at him “I’m tired, I’m hungry and extremely sexually frustrated so if you’re going to be a bastard about this get it over with, I need to find a stranger to shag tonight preferably”

that got his attention really fast, no, the only man Molly was going to take home was going to be him “you’re embarrassed when you shouldn’t be, I was merely thinking about the next course of action one should take when a woman one has fantasized of fucking confesses the same thing”

“I was not expecting that" Molly eyed him suspiciously before downing whatever drink she had in hand before shrugging and eyeing her phone “you know what Sherlock, any other day I would be very accommodating talking about what you want and why this isn’t a good idea, but right now, I can’t think clearly when your shirt buttons look like they want to pop out so here is what will happen” She stretched to her toes and grabbed him by the collar watching his eyes grow dark with want, taking his hand and pressing it to the waistband of her skirt “I have questions about how we would be in bed, you have answers, it ends tomorrow and it absolutely doesn’t mean anything”

“we could start with those fan fictions you were reading, you seem to want to investigate which ones are accurate and which ones are entirely poppycock" he murmured in her ear making her shiver, desire pooling in her belly

“I have a long list”

turns out that Sherlock was in fact not as disgusted with Molly’s fan fiction problem as he’d been with Mary’s, he was positively pleased by it and it was a frequent source of both amusement and role-play ideas any time he went to Molly’s flat or had her over in Baker street.

The flowery language in the smut section only made Sherlock more aware of the tiny details of Molly’s body that he could use to his advantage, it was like having a cheat code on how to sexually please Molly.

And in turn, he found himself pleasured by her in many wicked ways.

“I think we might have to extend this arrangement” Sherlock murmured into Molly’s hair for the umpteenth time, he was sated and she looked happy, he wasn’t going to ruin a good thing.

“An Extension?” Molly replied with a yawn cuddling into his chest “How big?”

“Depends, these people publish stories every day, how about until they stop writing?”

“That could take forever"

“Good thing I’m a patient man then" He replied kissing her lips.

And yes it turned out that Sherlock, was so much better at everything he tried in real life than he was in fiction, especially when it came to Molly.

#sherlolly #sherlolly fic exchange #@darnedchild #promptfill #fanfiction about fanfiction #the writer makes fun of herself here #pure crack #and satire #my Tumblr mobile sucks

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How about a really intimidating/rude teenage MC? Y'know, a teen that's built on angst? That swears a lot? (But they're not all bad, they're just like that when they first people people? Thanks

Everything is platonic, no romance here. Also, there is A LOT of swearing so just be aware

Yoosung

unbelievably intimidated

Kinda glad he isn’t the youngest anymore

But honestly??? You don’t act that young

You act like you grew up on the streets… in the rough part of town.

When you first met, he thought you might be dangerous

“Are you a dangerous person?”

“I will be if you keep acting fucking stupid”

S c a r e d

After he got to know you… he was still scared

He thought you’d be like Rika… and then you weren’t…

“You’re nothing like Rika”

“No fucking shit, I’m MC not Rika”

You ain’t having none of that

After knowing him for a while, he learnt about you and your past

Suddenly he’s the protective big brother

“Yoosung I could put you on your ass in three seconds I don’t need you to protect me”

Asks you on advice on being more brave, and on self defence

“MC! Tell me stories about your gang member days?”

“Gang- what the hell Yoosung? I’ve never been in a gang!”

“That’s what Seven told me!”

“Sevens a fucking liar I’ll cut him if he makes up bullshit like that again”

Oooooookay

Avoids believing anything Seven says

When he and Seven suggest going to scope out Mint Eye

Boy howdy were you so not okay with that

“Have you ever been taught anything ever; you don’t go to the fucking place with the bad people”

You knew that if they went there, either they’d get hurt or you’d be dragged into more BS

Of course, Yoosung went anyway because-

“I’m older than them! I can make my own decisions!”

And then he got hurt

“Maybe they were right..”

After the RFA party, MC sees Yoosung as a younger brother she needs to protect, much to Yoosungs embarrassment because it should be the other way around

You go to him when you have problems with school

And he goes to you when he has problems with his masculinity…

Jaehee

at first she’s very concerned that you are here to hurt them

“How do we know we can trust you? It would make me feel better if you told us a bit about yourself”

“I really don’t care how you feel so fuck off”

Confronted and offended

But this isn’t the first time she’s been spoken to in a very disrespectful manner, she did work for Jumin after all.

After she got over her initial thoughts of you being dangerous, she became very… protective

In a motherly way

“Are you attending school regularly? Who do you live with? Do your parents know where you are? Can you handle the responsibility of the RFA?”

Whoa calm down

You are fond of Jaehee because of how much she cares for you, you weren’t shown that when you were younger

You threatened Jumin every time he brings up something else to add to Jaehee’s work load.

“One day Jaehee is going to quit and you’re going to realise how fucking useless you are without her and you’ll try to hire an assistant as good as Jaehee but your efforts will be futile because Jaehee is the greatest good you’re ever gonna get”

“MC did you just quote The Incredibles?”

“Shut the fuck up Seven or I’ll shove your face into a blender”

One time, when you were sleep deprived on groupchat and completely getting ready to pass out, you accidentally called Jaehee Mom.

“Get some rest, MC, the party is coming up and you don’t want to be too tired to attend”

“Thanks Mom”

You logged out two seconds after, and Jaehee was completely confused

She also felt bad, that you hadn’t had a good enough mother figure and you considered her of all people as your mother

You also got shit from Seven for it the next day

Until you threatened to shove his keyboard so far up his ass he could type with his rib cage

He left you alone

Zen

Realises you’re not to be messed with straight away because of the very first thing you said

“Maybe it’s a beautiful woman!”

“I’m a fucking kid you fucking creep”

Mental note: do not fuck with

He’s met people like you when he was younger and they are terrifying to be on the bad side of

Though, when you joined the RFA, he felt like a bit of his reckless youth was coming back to him

You remind him of himself when he was your age

That kinda scares him, because he did not do good things when he was younger

He hopes you don’t go down too bad of a path…

“Stay on a clear path, Ok MC?”

“Zen I’m a reckless teen I’m not about to go snort cocaine off a stripper’s ass and join the Mafia”

Becomes the protective big brother

He’s better at it than Yoosung

But you still don’t really need it

And the fact that you can handle yourself is shown when Unknown breaks into the apartment you’re in

Everyone panics when they’re hear the news.

“Oh my god MC is a child and she’s about to be kidnapped how will we live with ourselves?”

Suddenly, you message the groupchat

Everyone freaks

“MC!! What happened are you okay??”

“I’m fine”

“What about the guy that broke into your apartment??”

“I hit him over the head”

“With a frying pan”

“I hope he isn’t dead…”

MC PLEASE

He wasn’t dead, but he had a very bad concussion

Zen comes to you when he’s playing a role that requires him to act badass and like a jerk

You’re kinda offended, kinda honoured

Jumin

Nope

Not happening

You’re a kid, you can’t run an organisation! Seven, take them away

“Since MC is so young they’re probably useless to the RFA”

“Excuse me twinkle toes but if I can take on three guys at once that are all twice my size with guns I can handle emailing a few people”

Wait you did what?

After getting to know each other, Jumin begins to offer to pay for everything

“MC I noticed you haven’t yet paid your school fees, would you like me to take care of them

"Jumin what the fuck how did you know that”

He treats you like any other person, but with a little more caution since he knows you could totally mess his shit up

When you get 30+ people to attend the RFA party, he is thoroughly impressed

“Perhaps you could work for my company when you are older, MC”

“Go to hell”

“Didn’t think so”

You and Jumin have this weird mutual friendship

While it’s weird for the pair of you to hang out with someone who is almost ten years older/younger than you, you enjoy each other’s company at the RFA parties

That’s probably because he doesn’t beat around the bush

And you’re not afraid to speak your mind

“I’m thinking of having a photo shoot for Elizabeth the Third, what do you think?”

“I think your emotional attachment to this cat is because you weren’t loved enough as a child and now you cling to what you can force and trick into loving you and staying with you against its unknowing will”

Jesus MC chill would you

Jumin won’t admit it, but he’s proud to see you grow up and start to take on the world in your own unique way.

Saeyoung

well that’s not what he was expecting to see on the security cameras

You looked like you’d just stepped out of an action movie

Jokes about your age in chat a lot

“Wait, you’re not supposed to be this young!! What are you doing here?”

Also, acts shocked every time you say something rude to him even though he’s use to it

“I should live off HBC for the rest of my life!”

“I should burn all of the HBC in the world in front of you and then live off your tears”

Yikes

He treats you like a little sister, but he’s the annoying kind of brother that sets out to embarrass you

When things start going downhill, he tries to push you away so you can remain alive and well, and graduate high school and have a life

“You shouldn’t be friends with someone like me, MC, I’m very dangerous, I’ll get you killed”

“If you really think some mysterious ass bullshit like that will send me running for the hills you really haven’t learnt anything”

You and Vanderwood get along swimmingly

It’s like Vanderwood meets Mini-Vanderwood

Saeyoung questions if you’re secretly siblings and Vanderwood was taken away before you were born

Because of your badass skills you managed to make sure that no bullets hit Saeyoung, which means he never passed out and he could stop Saeran from killing V

Hooray for Badass MC

He’s glad that someone can counteract his jokes with sarcastic comments or funny threats, and not just calling him stupid all the time

“God 707 is here to save the day!”

“May everyone pray to a different god then”

“I haven’t slept in three days”

“Really? Judging by your looks I would’ve guessed three weeks”

You two are very good at throwing insults back and forth

He considers the fact that you might be more dangerous than he is

feels so bad

Feels horrible

He feels so, so bad that a kid was wrapped up in this

“I’m deeply sorry MC, I cannot begin to express my apologies for you getting dragged into this”

“Listen dude you apologise one more time and I’m gonna throw up okay?”

He tries to avoid you because he feels so guilty

He avoids you all the way up until the moment you set foot in the RFA base with Vanderwood and Saeyoung

As if he didn’t feel bad enough, you save him from being shot by pushing him out of the way.

Then he starts to apologise again

“I’m so sorry you were dragged into such a mess-”

“For the love of fuck V, shut up”

He smiles

He’s like the cool uncle that’s always high

Except V doesn’t do drugs

You think…

Either way, you and V have a pretty chill friendship, you only see each other at the RFA parties, or if another RFA member has decided to get everyone to hang out

You quietly sit in each other company, not bothering one another

You totally swear him out for not getting the eye surgery

“Listen you fucking moron, I get you loved Rika but she hurt you so bad that you soon you won’t be able to fucking see, and in case you’ve forgotten there are six other people who want to see you happy, and don’t want to see you with a walking stick or a guide dog. Not to mention your entire fucking career is based on being able to see, so for the love of fuck get the surgery”

You were very convincing

You go to him for a lot of life advice because he seems pretty wise

Unless it’s relationship advice

That should probably be left for Zen or something

He still feels guilty that a kid got thrown into this mess

But you reassure him in a very forceful way that it’s not his fault and he needs to calm down

Saeran

“Rika you made me lure a child what the fuck”

He didn’t know you were so young, you looked older, like you’d been through some shit, so he didn’t question it

But while monitoring the group chat he noticed you mention something about being in high school

high school?!

Still…

he trusts his leader

When he breaks into the apartment to kidnap you and force you to join a cult have a little chat

He was not expecting you to round-house kick him straight in the face and knock him out

When he came too his brother was there and it all went downhill from there

When you guys were at the Mint Eye HQ, he threatened you to stop being so difficult

You guys had a contest for most intense stare

This was cut off by the Rika fiasco

After all the jazz with Rika, and now that Saeran was safe and secure with Saeyoung in the bunker, the two of you realised how alike you were

You guys acted like twins, more so than him and Saeyoung, you liked the same music, you both insulted Saeyoung (although your insults didn’t stop there) and you both swore like you’d just stubbed your pinkie toe on a table leg

You ever expected him to say anything, or act friendly towards you

And he never expected you to ease up on him since he’d been through a lot

The two of you insulted and half-argued a lot

“Give me the remote, MC”

“You’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands you fucker”

“That can be arranged”

Everyone is a little worried you guys aren’t joking

You were possibly the only one that could intimidate anyone more than Saeran could

Yoosung and Saeyoung often had debates as to who had the worse death glare

“MC’s stare has the fury of a thousand suns!”

“I will throw you into the sun a thousand times if you do not shut the fuck up right now”

Eventually Saeran apologises for trying to kidnap you, and for tricking you, he truly didn’t realise you were just a kid.

You forgave him but warned him if he tried to do it again you’d make sure they never found his body

He thinks that’s fair

#mystic Messenger #mystic messenger headcannon #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger saeyoung #mystic messenger jumin #mystic messenger jaehee #mystic messenger yoosung #mystic messenger saeran #mystic messenger v #mystic messenger zen

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love-in-nature · 7 years

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My Neighbor Fen’harel Chapter 12: Confusion

Read from the beginning on my AO3.

I work all day tomorrow so you all get this a day early ;).

There are two lines in here that will need translating. The first in Tevene is Dorian saying, you’ll be the death of me. To this Emmy responds in Elvhen telling him to shove a tree up his ass. A bit extreme maybe, but she is having a day haha.

Thank you as always to my incredible beta @happiness-is-sebstan

Emmy shifted, soft sheets slipping down her skin as she cuddled deeper into the hard warmth next to her. A familiar, comforting scent filled her nostrils and she inhaled deeply. Her lips parted to release a contented sigh, fingers shifting to brush against warm skin, over lean muscle and broad shoulders.

Her eyes fluttered open and she had to work not to jerk back as awareness suddenly hit her. In response, Solas’ fingers pressed more firmly into the skin of her back and where they were tangled in her hair. She froze, keeping her hand flat on his chest so she could measure the easy rise and fall of his breath.

Several seconds passed while she worked to clear her panicked mind. She was in his bed now, he must have carried her there at some point, but she was still wearing her dress. If she was quiet, she could sneak out and make it to her apartment without waking him.

She ‘d already decided not to hold him to what he’d said mid-coitus. People said all sorts of things they didn’t mean during sex. Lust filled musings that you came to regret the next morning, like her impossible thought that she was still in love with him. It was absurd. She couldn’t be. It was just her body messing with her brain. If she let it continue it would only lead her down a path she wasn’t ready travel.

Emmy eased herself carefully out of his arms, taking care to jostle him as little as possible. In the dim light of the moon, she could see his frown as he released a sigh of complaint in the back of his throat, but he didn’t wake.

With careful steps, she snuck to the door. Her heart was pounding so loud in her ears she was surprised it didn’t wake him. When she reached the door of his bedroom, she couldn’t help glancing back at him. He was all long limbs, his arms now hugging the pillow she had been using, the tip of one ear visible from where he’d buried his face in the fabric.

It didn’t matter that his face was hidden from her, body bundled under sheets so all she could see was his silhouette. In her mind, he was clear as day and a new, more painful thought struck her, one she couldn’t explain away with the heat of sex—she hadn’t fallen in love with him again tonight; she’d never fallen out of love with him to begin with.

Her fingers dug into the wood of his door frame. For a beat she thought of how easy it would be to go back to him. To slide back under those covers and bury herself against his body. It would be easy, just for tonight, but then what? She needed to think because the truth was, she still didn’t trust him. Not after what he’d done.

As she turned to sneak out, something caught in her throat, guilt heavy in her stomach. Sneaking out while he was asleep felt worse somehow than if she’d just left immediately after. Despite the rock in her stomach she was desperate to get out. She needed to breath, and to try and think clearly. She could do neither in this place where everything was him.

She snuck her way out of his apartment, then practically ran the few feet to hers. She shut the door quickly, bolted it, and then pressed her back to the door before sliding to the floor.

Something furry knocked against her hip. She reached her hand out absently to pet along Darcy’s soft fur. He let out a low meow before head-butting her again.

“I messed up,” she told the cat.

Another meow, another head butt.

“Easy for you to say. You’re lucky, you don’t have to deal with all this.”

This time he nipped her finger.

“Ouch! You little punk ass.” She scooped him up and hugged him tight to her as he let out a plaintive cry at the forced cuddling, “Tough luck bud. This is punishment for your attitude. You’re just gonna have to cuddle with me now.”

An hour later she was naked in her bed, staring up at the ceiling and feeling cold despite Darcy’s heat at her hip. She sighed deeply and wiggled out from under the covers, toes touching the cool floor as she sat there with her fingers digging into the edge of her mattress. For a few moments she just stayed like that, eyes shut.

When she opened them again, the first thing they fell on was her discarded dress. A little pool of crimson in the moonlight. She stood and reached down to scoop up the material and bundle it into a tight ball. Then she strode into the kitchen, opened her trash bin, and dumped it inside.

After staring at the trash bin longer than was reasonable for any sane person, she went to the couch and grabbed her laptop. She did something she hadn’t done in years: she opened her e-mail and wrote to Fen’harel about Solas.

She told him everything, everything but the details of their lovemaking. She opened up entirely, feeling exposed to this man she’d never even met. It was the only part of her she hadn’t shared. Now she shared all of it, from the very start on that first fateful day in his class, to the very end where he’d disappeared without a word after they’d made love.

She wrote what she remembered. She wrote everything, because she remembered everything, every detail and word. She hoped that putting it all down would be like sucking venom from a wound, finally expelling it from her heart and mind. If she could just pull it all out, finally stop holding everything in, then maybe the pain, the feelings of betrayal, and the aching loneliness would stop. All she wanted was to live her life in relative peace.

When she reached the part about what had happened tonight, what she’d done, she paused. She simply stared at the screen for several minutes. Then she took a deep breath and finished the story, all of it. What did it matter now? Fen’harel had said he no longer wanted to speak with her. He probably wouldn’t even read this. She just needed to get it out.

She ended it with, “It was just sex. Dorian said revenge and I guess… now that I’ve written it all out, his thinking makes such sense. I admit maybe I wanted to hurt Solas, just a little, after all that had happened to me after he vanished. I didn’t mean for it to go that far. I didn’t mean for it to make me feel again, to make me realize how madly I still loved him. I’ve messed up and I don’t know where to go now.”

She paused, took another deep breath, and deleted all of what she’d just written. Instead, she ended with an apology for dumping all this on him when he had said he wanted to stop communication. That she wouldn’t bother him again, but that she was grateful for all the correspondence they had shared, that maybe in another world they would have been able to know each other truly. That maybe they could have been more than just… whatever this was.

Before she could think better of it, she hit SEND and shut the laptop. She put the laptop back on her coffee table then went back to bed and attempted to sleep. Sleep, however, proved to be annoyingly elusive. Her thoughts and emotions raged in a million different directions, keeping her up with the chaos in her mind. When the first rays of morning snuck onto her bedspread, she got up and dressed in a haze. An hour later she’d somehow made it to work and into her office.

Once there, she had a few hours of peace. The onslaught of e-mails and cataloging that needed doing kept her mind blissfully busy as she downed mugs of coffee. She’d known she’d need it, so she’d just brought the whole coffee pot in. Merrill was a tea drinker so Emmy didn’t feel like she was depriving anyone of their fix.

As she was going over another e-mail about an upcoming auction asking for her attendance, she reached for her mug only to find it empty. With her eyes still on the computer screen, she felt around the surface of her desk for the space she’d left the coffee pot. Her hand fumbled about for a moment before her brows knit in irritation at the suddenly empty space.

“Did you really drink this entire pot yourself?”

Her eyes rose to find Dorian with his hip leaning against her desk. In one hand he held her kidnapped coffee, swirling it as he looked at her with eyebrows raised.

“You know that is bad for you right? You keep up this pace you’re going to give yourself heart palpitations.”

She frowned, “I haven’t drunk the entire pot. There is at least half a cup still left in there, so give it back so I can finish it up. Then you can lecture me properly.”

He shifted and turned so he could place it on the opposite side of her desk, well beyond her reach. Then he turned back to her and said with a forced nonchalance, “Didn’t get much sleep last night?”

She frowned. “Nope.” Then she stood to reach out and grab the pot, but Dorian got to it first, once more lifting it away from her. Her frown deepened. “What now, Dorian?”

“Don’t, ‘what now’ me. You know precisely why I’m here.”

She made her face neutral, “Because you want to die?”

His eyes widened in mock terror and he pulled further away from her, “That’s a bit extreme for coffee.”

She rolled her eyes before forcing a bright smile. “Hi, my name is Emmy. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

Then she let her smile drop. She held out her hand, fingers wiggling in a “hand it over” gesture.

Dorian sighed a deep weary sigh but relinquished his hostage. “I’m only trying to prevent your early demise.” Then he mumbled, “though I can’t remember why at this moment.”

“Because I’m so sweet I make your teeth ache.”

“Is that why? I don’t believe I was thinking that at all. Although, speaking of,” He tapped his fingers on her desk, “You either did something wonderful to our bald professor or something terribly wicked. Perhaps both, now that I think of it.”

She startled, looking up at him from her pouring, “What are--”

“Coffee.”

She looked down to find that she’d shifted in her surprise and was now pouring coffee, unceremoniously, onto her desk. Quickly she stopped and slammed the pot down to the side.

“Motherfucker.”

“Or Professor Fucker, perhaps?”

She spoke as she shuffled through her drawers to find paper towels, “Dorian, you--”

“I did nothing. I believe it is you that did something.”

She found the paper towels and went to work trying to dab the coffee up before it soaked more of her papers.

Dorian watched as he added, “Unless you want to ease my worry and tell me you didn’t, in fact, go through with your plans.”

She kept her focus intent on the clean-up, “I went.”

He released a deep, bone-weary sigh, then growled out, “Festis bei umo canavarum.”

In response she mumbled, “Lasa adahl su nar masa.”

“Now that is unfair, what did you just say?”

“Nothing.”

There was blissful silence for a while as Dorian pouted. Emmy continued cleaning up the coffee spill, until she’d gone over the same spot twenty times. Dorian reached out and put his hand over her wrist.

“Emmy, what happened?”

Her eyes stayed on her hands. She remembered starkly how Solas had felt beneath her fingers, what his fingers had felt like on her skin. The look of his hands, long, masculine. How they’d clung to her, even the morning after. Imprints still left on her skin.

She swallowed, straightened her shoulders and pulled her wrist from Dorian’s hands. She crumbled the paper towels in her fist, turning to toss them in her waste bin. “I told you. I went. We had sex. I left. End of story.”

“That is… not what I expected.”

She sighed, “You knew the plan. I went with the plan.”

“I didn’t think you would. You’re--” He took a breath. “I saw him this morning. Went to his office to ask him something. He was withdrawn. No snark. I even took a book from his shelf, asked if I could borrow it. Do you know what he said?”

She moved to sit back down in her chair, shuffling papers she wasn’t actually looking at, “I’ve no idea.”

“He said, ‘As you wish.’”

“So?”

“There was no ‘Why do you want it, Dorian?’ No, ‘Bring it back by this time, Dorian.’ No, ‘Don’t do this or that with it, Dorian.’”

She took a deep breath, “What’s your point?”

“He is upset. I didn’t know he could be. To be honest, I’d not thought anything could faze the man, but right now... this is more emotion then I have seen from him the entire time I’ve known him. Whatever happened, he has really---”

She stood up with such force her chair banged against the cabinet behind her. Her hands pushed into the wood of her desk as she growled out, “He’s upset!? We had sex and I left him to go back to my apartment right next door. He knows I’m alive. He knows I’m okay and that I’m near. When he left me after we’d been together, without a word, it was for two fucking years. It would have been longer if coincidence hadn’t landed me here. I didn’t know if he was dead or alive. I didn’t know what I did or if any of it meant shit to him. He kept away even after…” Her voice trailed off and she took several deep breaths.

Dorian spoke, “It’s alright to still be angry with him, you know, but you should try talking to him about it. It’s clear the man---”

“Please don’t.” She looked up to Dorian, feeling the corners of her eyes prick, “I can’t right now. I’m sorry I snapped at you. You were right before, I shouldn’t have slept with him, but I did. Now I just need time to think.”

“I’m always here for you, Emmy. I only,” He paused. “You deserve to be happy. That’s why I pester you. You know that, yes?”

She took yet another deep breath, “I know Dorian and I do appreciate that you care.”

Dorian gave her a nod and then headed out the door, shutting it quietly behind him. The moment it closed she slumped back into her chair, letting her head fall to rest on the cool wood of the desk.

For a few moments she remained that way. She allowed herself to try to think about what had happened. It was obvious she was still mad. Though she’d moved on, the hurt had never truly healed. It had simply scabbed over, and the moment he had shown up, it was ripped open again.

Despite the anger, she was still in love with him and part of her wanted to believe what Dorian seemed to. That same part of her wanted to believe what he had said the previous night. She wanted to believe that he wouldn’t leave her, that he wanted to know her again, that maybe he even loved her a bit. That part of her was an idiot. After what he did she should never want to see him again.

And yet…

Her fingers clenched and unclenched repetitively, a habit she had picked up from Solas when uncertainty struck her. Realizing this, she forced her fingers closed into fists.

Right now, her mind and emotions were warring.

Half of her was shouting that obviously he had feelings. He was hurt by her leaving, or Dorian was sure he was. He had been so passionate the night before. His words about wanting to do whatever he had done a million times over to have her again, rang in her head like a chorus. The way he had held her, kissed her, worshipped her, and then clung to her the next day. How he had been trying to apologize, to prove himself again even before she’d slept with him.

The other half of her kept reminding her that she had thought they had something before too. All those years ago, she’d loved him madly. He was the first man, the only man, she had considered spend a lifetime with. She thought he’d loved her, or something very close to it, and then… poof, gone. What if this was just that all over again and she hadn’t made any progress from the naive idiot she’d been then?

Emmy groaned and hit her head on the desk a couple times. This was going nowhere right now. She needed to actually do some of what she was being paid to do instead of just warring with herself. She gave one last knock of her head and then straightened, cracked her knuckles, and forced her mind back to work.

After the first hour passed, during which she found herself just as incapable of focusing, she managed to zone in on her work. As her work day was coming to a close there was a knock at her door. Merrill was scheduled to come talk over a new exhibit for the main library.

Since the visit was expected, Emmy didn’t bother looking up from her work as she spoke, “Come on in. I’ll be done in just a moment.”

Her focus stayed on the paper in front of her as she tried to quickly finish up the last of it. She heard the door open, then shut, and then the soft click of the lock. At the last sound her brows furrowed and she looked up.

“Why did---”

The words caught in her throat the moment her eyes landed on the tall form suddenly in her office. It only took him a few long strides to put himself in front of her desk. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little slip of black lace.

Fenedhis, she’d left her thong there. Now Solas held it out to her between two of his long fingers.

Then he spoke, voice low and emotionless, “I believe this is yours. I thought I should return it to you, or did you mean me to have it as some kind of souvenir?”

#dragon age fanfiction #solas #dorian #lavellan #solavellan #solavellan fanfiction #fen'harel #mistakes #emmy x solas #love-in-nature writing #my neighbor fen'harel

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It was fucking freezing out, Kimishita thought bitterly to himself as he tried to puff some warmth into his frigid fingers. He shouldn't be out here, not really because the shop didn't close for another hour or so and he was pretty sure his father still needed help. However, food had eventually called both their names and the old man had insisted. Kimishita frowned, his brows pinching together as he took in the fall foliage and yellow street lights. Now that he thought about it, neither of them had eaten since breakfast – since the sky was a brighter blue. They'd been doing that a lot lately. Skipping meals to fit in another hour of work. To squeeze in more customers with malfunctioning or broken machines just to make ends meet. It'd been tough on the old man ever since mom left and took half of the clientele with her. Apparently, she had fallen out of love. His father had gone on a huge spiel about a week after it happened - told him that everything happened for a reason and mom was a good person but it still ended up leaving a bitter taste in his mouth because it was bullshit. If she was such a good woman, she would've stayed. At least that was his opinion. Kimishita shook his head and a leaf fell from his hair. It startled him enough to make him annoyed with himself. It wasn't like Kimishita to scare over stupid things – or anything at all really but a lack of sleep had taken its toll on him. It made him jumpy. Even now, his body was buzzing with fatigue and he felt tremors run down his legs due to sleep deprivation. Kimishita rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn as he came up to the nearly run down store front and pushed through the doors. He could stand to rest after this, probably, but then again the last time he got a full eight hours of sleep, his mom had left them high and dry in the middle of the night. It had blindsided him and he'd quickly learned that sleeping equaled out to vulnerability.

It didn't matter, though.

He had other concerns at the moment like what to pick up for dinner. His dad probably wanted something quick, Kimishita mused as he scanned over the aisles before his attention was drawn to a stack of big ramen cups. That'd do just fine. Ramen would always be less expensive than shitty frozen meals anyway and in their financial situation, every penny mattered. He gathered up two cups and strolled up to the front where a teenaged girl and a cyborg were manning the register. The guy like looked bored to tears and he could've passed for a full on human if he hadn’t been able to see the chip and analyzing scope in the green iris of his right eye. He placed the items on the counter and mumbled a quiet, “this is it” before he remembered his dad wanted a pack of cigarettes. He made it a point to ignore the idle chatter the girl tried to start up without being too rude about it. He was normally polite to strangers but today just wasn't a good day for it. His spine stiffened when he felt a pair of eyes on him and he scratched the back of his neck in discomfort as she turned away and busied herself with trying to find the specified cigarettes on a wall stuffed full with them. He could feel the cyborg beside her boring holes into his brain and he didn't have to ask to know that the synthetic human or S.H. was gathering his data and background information. This guy wasn't even being subtle about it with the way his curious green eyes slid from side to side and his amazingly tall figure turned itself a little too much in his direction. Rude. Kimishita couldn't help but scoff as he pushed his money in the girl’s palm and took the bag. It almost felt like an invasion of privacy but whatever. It wasn't like he'd find anything interesting anyway. He was pretty boring being only twenty-two with no criminal record or massive achievements. And apparently, the cyborg agreed because he visibly went from interested to disappointed in about thirty seconds. Kimishita chose to ignore the twinge of irritation and thanked the girl instead. He breezed out the doors, standing still for a moment so his eyes could readjust to the dark. Not that there was much to adjust to. The store had been as dim as ever in the chilly night atmosphere and Kimishita made short work of the walk back to the shop, passing by thin trickles of people and random strays along the way.

He couldn't have been gone for more than fifteen minutes but the shop’s door already had its sign flipped around to 'closed'. Kimishita squinted and glanced at his watch, there was still like … forty-five more minutes of work left. And if they did get any extra customers, they'd certainly be pissed to find them closed so early. He let it go, though, choosing instead to appreciate the early night and maneuver around the shop tables piled high with steel parts instead of bugging his dad about it and immediately hauled himself up the stairs. He definitely wouldn’t complain. He set the bag on the tiny kitchen table just big enough for two (not fucking three) and honestly, he should have eaten after going through the trouble. But if the old man’s loud snores coming from down the hall were any indication, they had worked much too hard today and sleep was a better option. Besides, they'd both missed out on dinner for nearly a week now – one more night wouldn’t hurt.

Right?

Yeah, it was fine, Kimishita decided and grabbed a sticky note, scribbling down a reminder for his dad to eat breakfast and pressed it to the coffee machine before heading to his room. His feet ached from standing in one place for hours on end, trying to fix some old lady’s archaic cleaning maid and his back hurt, muscles twinging around his spine from hunching over an old steel worktable. Kimishita groaned when he stretched out the sore muscles running along his body and flopped on the bed – a sigh left his lips when his head hit the pillow. He didn’t even bother to shower, change or brush his teeth. He was more tired than he realized. Exhausted, he admitted as his eyelids grew heavy and he eventually drifted off.

The next morning, Kimishita found himself waking up to sunlight searing his eyes and a super sweaty back from sleeping with his damn hoodie on. It felt gross as hell and as Kimishita grabbed his phone to glance at the time, he found himself being grateful that the shop was appointment only on Saturdays. It would give him a chance to shower after breakfast. Kimishita grimaced while he peeled off his damp hoodie and threw on a striped t-shirt. When he got to the kitchen, it was mostly quiet save for the thrumming of their old coffee maker and the sticky note he’d written last night had been taken off and put on the counter with a “You eat too Atsushi - Dad” messily scrawled on the bottom. Kimishita sighed and shook his head. His dad should be worrying more about himself. After all, he’s the one working his fingers to the bone and starving himself. Mom’s damn fault, Kimishita’s brain supplied out of nowhere and there it was again. Anger and agitation intermixed with his blood and he had to breathe.

Breathe deeply. In and out.

In and out because it was too early and he was too fucking old to be worried about how much of a traitor his mother was. Only little kids got worked up over parental issues. Besides, she was a ‘good person’. She was still a good person and as if to prove it, she had tried calling his cell phone countless times in the five months since she left. He would never answer. He’d just sit there and let it ring. Let Mom stew in her feelings and mistakes until he was satisfied which was never. Kimishita sighed. There wasn’t much of a point in being pissed off this early in the day. It was Saturday, a weekend, and he wasn’t going to let thoughts of her ruin it. Nope. He made some toast and slathered some butter on it, putting three slices on a paper towel before turning to pour himself and his dad two cups of coffee once the trickling came to an end. His dad was a honey-only-no-other-flavored-shit kind of guy but Kimishita, himself, couldn’t stand the stuff unless there was at least half-and-half lying around the house.

He nudged open the door after gathering the steaming coffee cups and was in the middle of saying good morning when he noticed a synthetic human lying on the table. His dad was stooped over the figure with black rimmed glasses and a frown.

“Atsushi” His father called, eyes still focused on whatever was troubling him. “Get me wire cutters and a soldering iron.”

“When did we get a synthetic?” Kimishita asked, confused, as he set their coffee off to the side and reached up to the shelf to grab the requested items.

“This morning …” He supplied, “… a friend of mine, his son, found him shut down next to a dumpster a few blocks away. The previous owners must not have wanted him anymore.”

It was unfortunate, Kimishita thought, how some people treated these synthetic humans – like animals or in this case, like garbage.

“So, what are you gonna do with him?” He asked as he blindly shuffled through the box of tools with a hand until he found the soldering iron.

When he didn’t get a response, he sighed. This was what his father was really passionate about and he already knew it’d be a morning where the coffee would end up cold and alone. Older models of synthetics could take a very long time to fix – depending what was wrong with them – and the newer models were a complete bitch. It was a pain in the ass, in his opinion. Kimishita was about to prompt him again, tell him to pay attention but the words died in his throat when he walked up to the table. He swallowed and blinked, his eyes wide in disbelief when he took in the auburn hair and long body and Kimishita was willing to bet his paycheck that if the synthetic opened his eyes, they’d be a forest green. No way … Kimishita held out the tools. His mind was busy trying to figure out the why and how of the whole situation because that nosy guy was watching over the convenience store with the short girl just last night. Twenty-four hours ago, he had a home and he didn’t look anything like this.

“It’s a shame isn’t?” Kimishita’s dad asked and began to prod around for what exactly Kimishita wasn’t sure. “Poor kid … we’ll have him fixed right up.”

Sometimes, Kimishita thought that if compassion had a physical body, it’d look like his father.

“Uh, yeah.” He replied stupidly, agreeing mostly because he knew his dad would be doing most of the work. This particular synthetic looked much too new and way above Kimishita’s meager skill set. He fleetingly wondered how a simple, small-time convenience store owner could ever afford something, or rather someone, so expensive but he didn’t mull over it too long because his mind was still reeling over the fact that he saw this guy just last night and now he was in his father's shop after being neglected with a broken, hissing and sparking arm and other injuries. Kimishita stepped around his dad and leaned over, his heart racing the slightest as he took in the inhumanly clear skin all synthetics seemed to have and for a moment he wondered what parts of him were real and alive. How far had scientists gone when creating his life? Kimishita frowned, his eyebrows tight in apprehension. He was inches away from poking the synthetic’s cheek. Moments away from feeling the skin there when those green suddenly eyes flew open. Kimishita stepped back, startled and sticking his hand to his side like he’d been burned and watched, wary until his eyes fluttered shut.

Kimishita’s dad laughed.

“Startled you, huh?”

“Tch, no.” He lied and rubbed his neck to try and hide the flush that was building there.

“That’s good then.” With a knowing glance, his dad retracted a hand from the nape of the cyborg's neck. “These new models have a sleep function so they can wake up on command.” His dad commented. “I could have worked on him in sleep mode. But I haven't the foggiest idea if he has pain receptors and the boy's been through enough, in my opinion.”

Right. Working on a synthetic with pain receptors is different than performing on one without them and Kimishita was somewhat relieved that his dad had thought to totally shut him down. The guy didn’t need any more unnecessary pain. Being abandoned hurt enough as it was. Kimishita tried again. His fingers were calloused from years of working as a mechanic's assistant but he didn’t think it mattered much because when his fingertips finally grazed the synthetic’s cheek, it was soft. He couldn’t help but gently press into the skin, watching it indent under his pointer finger. His long eyelashes brushed against the bottom eyelid like ash and something about it was interesting until his father fucking snickered and he realized how creepy he was being and how fucking weird he must look touching some stranger.

“Are you curious enough to get started on his arm?”

Kimishita flinched.

“Fine.”

This was simple enough that he didn’t need to ask what to do. He’d fixed arms before, at least. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed a welding mask off the wall, setting it down on the second table behind him. He didn’t need that, not at the moment anyway. Kimishita sighed to himself as he looked at the forearm that was pretty much hanging by purple and blue wires and slithers of synthetic skin. They didn’t have any skin around the shop but at the very least, he’d be able to get his arm working again. Kimishita took hold of the arm, surprised by its density and gingerly rotated it, searching for the metal joint that was supposed to be his elbow and thankfully it was still there. That would’ve complicated things if his dad had to special order one stupid elbow joint.

He had only just begun to remove the detachable skin when his phone beeped. Fucking hell. Kimishita glowered at the name that popped up. Of course, it was Indou. Only Kazama had worse timing. Grumbling, he shoved the phone back in his pocket and began the task of removing the skin. He'd look at the text later. He worked the frayed edge of skin up with a gloved finger, mindful of the wiring. It was easier than it looked, lifting the skin. Kimishita slowly peeled it back and pulled a bit harder where it attached in smooth snaps underneath to expose a full metal arm. It was weird because this kind of thing felt and looked more real with each passing year but the uneasiness he used to experience as a kid having to do this kind of work had long disappeared. Kimishita’s breath was steady, his heart beat a steady thrum as he picked up the soldering mask and grabbed the previously sparking wire with high precision tweezers. If the tall synthetic had pain receptors, he'd probably been in a lot of discomfort before finally shutting down.

And how long had that been? Just how long had this guy been sitting injured until some dude’s son had found him? Speaking of which, Kimishita made a mental note to ask about the son's identity later.

Kimishita proceeded to bond the wire back together after checking it with a voltage detector. This was the easy part and after he finished the first one, he started fixing a new wire and so on and so forth. He eventually found a rhythm, sweat collected along his hairline from the heat building in the small shop. They’d soon have to turn on fans and crack open a window to keep the air circulating. He worked through it, though, fanning the collar of his shirt every now and then and it was relaxing in a way - the repetitiveness. Kimishita narrowed his eyes as his gaze kept wanting to travel up to the guy’s face as he worked – wanting to take another glance at those stupid eyelashes and high cheekbones for a reason that was entirely beyond him. He wouldn’t though because he wasn’t a fucking creep and he barely knew him. Correction. He didn’t know him at all. He had only seen him for the first time last night while buying ramen and cigarettes. He barely acknowledged the nosy idiot at the time and maybe he should have mentioned that fact to his dad earlier. That he'd seen him before. His dad seemed concerned about what could have happened and where he came from. It was evident in the way he tensed his shoulders and locked his jaw as he shined a light into the small open cavity in his side. It looked nasty, Kimishita noticed as he glanced over. There were angry, mottled bruises a few inches above the wound where his real flesh must have started but thankfully, the skin that was torn was the synthetic bit. He would’ve had to go to a hospital or emergency care clinic if it wasn’t and those places weren’t exactly known for being cyborg-friendly.

They must have been there for hours on end, soldering and clamping, welding and bending until his dad finally straightened up and popped his back with a grunt. The shop had grown dim by now and the automatic lights came to life. Kimishita was much slower than his dad at fixing machines and synthetics so when the old man had started covering the metal of three ribs with a brand-new plate and pulling the skin back into place, Kimishita was still just trying to connect the thicker cables. They were giving him trouble and he probably needed help but couldn’t find it in him to bother asking for it. His dad had worked hard enough and besides, Kimishita was supposed to have been proficient with this kind of shit by now.

“I know you’re still working,” His father started with a small smile, “but we should boot him back up. We need to figure out if anything is wrong with his computer system.”

Kimishita drew his head back, incredulous. “Hah?” He said and clicked his tongue after taking off his mask. “What happened to you being worried about pain receptors and all that?”

His dad frowned, forehead creased in thought for only a second and shrugged. “You're nearly finished.” He started, “Besides, pain receptors on synthetics aren’t remotely as strong as they are on a full human. You should know that already." He jokingly reprimanded. "He should be okay to wake now.”

And obviously, that was that because before Kimishita could respond, his dad was already reaching over to prod that same part of his skull just as he did earlier and it only took a few seconds before Kimishita could hear the soft whirring of robotic parts. It happened pretty fast - about seven seconds and Kimishita couldn't help but be impressed by how quickly he booted up. He stood back and crossed his arms as the cyborg spurred to life and his eyes snapped open.

He looked dazed, then alarmed – all too alert as he shot up and looked around.

“Where the hell am I?” He asked, gritting his teeth and wincing when his disjointed arm awkwardly swung.

Kimishita opened his mouth to talk and it was quiet for barely a beat before the cyborg started yelling.

“Hey!” The tall synthetic shouted and hopped off the table, green eyes blazing. He didn't even give them a chance. “I asked a question! WHERE AM I EVEN-”

“You’re in a repair shop!” Kimishita snapped and pointed a finger to the sign inside.

“Atsushi,” His dad tried, “stay calm-”

But Kimishita wasn’t having it.

“We just spent the whole day repairing you! Look at your leg, bastard!”

The synthetic was startled at that. His eyes widened in a vague sense of understanding before he looked around the shop in wonder and then finally glanced down at his newly repaired leg. He dropped his jaw in disbelief and Kimishita watched as he moved his leg. It bent at the knee like it was supposed to and by the looks of it, it didn’t hurt at all.

“Oh” Was all the hunk of metal said and Kimishita found himself growing irritated.

This guy stressed him out.

“Yeah, oh.” He mocked, recoiling a little at his father’s glare. Right, he had to be understanding. He supposed the guy would be on edge after all he'd been through.

“So,” His dad cleared his throat and smiled, “What’s your name, kid? Are you in any pain?”

Maybe it was that he was being treated humanely or had been called a kid but the synthetic stiffened. His back was rigid, good arm practically glued to his side as he looked at Kimishita’s dad and his tone softened.

“My name is K54567850. I'm a company subtype.” He muttered and Kimishita was about to roll his eyes until he spoke up again. “My other name is Ooshiba Kiichi and no, I’m not … I’m not in much pain.” He frowned and stared down at his damaged arm. If he wanted to say more, he didn’t.

“Who was working on my arm?” He asked instead.

“I was.” Kimishita glared at the cyborg, now known to be Ooshiba, silently daring him to say something rude.

And he fucking did.

“It still looks like crap.”

Kimishita growled and his fingers itched to snatch Ooshiba by the shirt collar and maybe even punch him in the face.

“Listen here,” He snarled. “I’m not even fuckin’ finished yet but-”

“Language” His dad languidly scolded. He grabbed the coffee cups and stale toast, already turning to head upstairs to the apartment. “Come get me when you're finished fixing up your best friend."

He knew his father was teasing as fucking usual and that it was absolutely pointless to say anything so instead of replying, he returned his attention back to the tall synthetic after glaring down his father’s retreating figure. His scowl deepened.

“Like I was saying earlier, you idiot-"

"I'm not an idiot!"

"I’m not finished yet but I could leave your damn arm hanging off to sway with the wind if you want.”

Ooshiba huffed and turned up his nose and he was going to cross his arms over his chest until he remembered his injury a little too late and yelped when it dangled like a pendulum. Well then.

Kimishita smirked at the other’s put off expression.

“Whatever. Just fix my arm.”

“Sit your ass down then.” He retorted and waited while Ooshiba did as directed and easily heaved himself back on the table. Kimishita cracked his own back and rubbed his neck as he took another look at the large cables that were supposed to act as muscles. He didn’t need to ask if the guy had any pain receptors. He’d been cringing enough for it to be obvious but …

“So, do you wanna be shut down or … can you deal with the pain?”

“Um, I’ll just deal with it.”

Kimishita shrugged. “If you say so.” He agreed and resumed his work on Ooshiba’s arm. It was oddly quiet after that, the only other noise in the shop being Ooshiba’s somewhat labored breathing and the sound of evening traffic as he rotated the dislocated limb and forced the joint back into its socket with a ‘pop’. It must’ve hurt because Ooshiba sucked in a sharp breath and gripped his thigh with his human arm until his knuckles turned white and Ooshiba’s jeans wrinkled under the pressure.

“Fucking hurts.” Ooshiba hissed.

Kimishita actually felt bad for him and pointed to the slab of steel. “Almost done. Grab that with your robotic arm and just let it hang.” He instructed and when Ooshiba did, he was pleased to see the tension cables stretch out.

“It’s heavy.”

“Stop complaining.” Kimishita chided and started to mend the cables stretching from the hinge of his elbow to the ball joint of his wrist. He finished one and repeated the steps over again. And once again in the repetition, his gaze wanted to wander the faintest bit. He stayed focused however and did a fantastic job ignoring how Ooshiba's eyes were searching his face and watching his every move.

“Okay,” Kimishita announced once he finished up the last cable, tested the tension and closed the area back up as best he could. “You’re missing some skin, but it's all done.” He wiped sweat from his brow and cleaned off his hands with a rag before looking back at Ooshiba who was busy looking absolutely thrilled as he swung his arm in a large circle and flexed experimentally. Kimishita couldn't help but wonder if Ooshiba even remembered him from last night. After all, the other hadn't brought it up at all. But then again, neither had he.

“C’mon” He sighed. “We gotta see my dad.”

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