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#I love the old mutuals. I love everyone on here but I also hate it here. and it's conflicting bc I want to be here but I don't think I can +
faerociousbeast · 2 years
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i cant in good faith say i find itadei much funnier onesided anymore given my brain roommate but... it is kinda funny .
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aethelwyneleigh27 · 6 months
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Some Dad!Cod Character Scenario and Appreciation Post
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Characters In Mind: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, König, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.
The original creator of the picture, they also have so many works that are used in so many fanfics as well so please credit her. I found her account here on Tumblr (@ave661) and here is the post.
AFAB!Reader and used pronouns are "you"
Apologies if this is a bit too short but;
ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ
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A/n: I've had a good but also bad week (good thanks to @puff0o0 and other extremely sweet mutuals), it's neutral, I'm not here to rant of any sort but my personal life has not been good. I understand that not everyone will like me but it feels as though everyone hates me, most of those people happen to be at school. Sure I'm not really going to do anything about it because I prefer avoiding conflict but those same people are trying to flip the story around as if I'm the one who hates them when in reality I don't and by being mean to me they're giving me a reason to dislike them. Sure I'm average academically, sometimes I have difficulty pulling my weight in group works and I'm not outstanding in reportings but we all have our difficulties. I just don't understand people who love to hate on others because they have nothing better to do.
This is a word of advice to everyone, don't let others let you feel insignificant, you aren't and you have many talents that make you different from them. (I don't really practice what I preach because I love self-deprication, however I don't want people to feel the way I do because I know what it can cause)
Disclaimers/warnings: OOC??, Pregnancy, Implied birth, Children (Pretty sure that was obvious from the title), People who don't want/hate children be warned.
Short note: This is also a dedication to all the Mistki and Hozier fans out there <3
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He was so used to the smell of hospitals, the smell of medication, it always indicated death for him but this was a whole new feeling. It was the opposite of what he has seen most of his life
So much so that he refused to hold them, afraid of potentially hurting the fragile little one. He looked at you as if you were crazy when you tried to hand him the baby, "Come on now love, you can't just avoid holding them forever" you said to him as of it was a life or death situation.
Hesitantly letting you guide him through the proper way to hold them, he felt his breath hitch at the sound of cooing. The first time the baby opened it's eyes, the first thing they saw being their dad.
The moment he looked at the baby sealed it, he was going to protect them their whole life, he would go as far as feeling all the guilt of having blood on their hands again if it meant your baby would be protected and cared for.
The baby was so small that it's little head was practically the size of his palm, he didn't know initially what to do when the baby cried and shocked himself when he managed to make them stop.
Once the baby was old enough to crawl, he'd let the baby crawl all over him. The little one babbling non-sense while he just chuckled and replied as if he understood what the baby was saying. Gods be damned if he misses an important milestone such as their first word or their first time walking.
You'd often wake up to seeing him shirtless snoozing on the couch, the tv playing only ads for home appliances late at night while the baby only in a diaper having skin to skin contact with their dad, his huge hand big enough to support the little one from falling.
He almost cried the first time your baby reached for his face an touched it, resting it's tiny little fingers on his cheek, giving him a gummy smile. His little one unaware that they just healed something they never broke.
He NEVER wants to ever see your little one grow up, though sure it makes more memories with them, sometimes they just wish time stops for a second so they can enjoy the moment longer.
Initially was terrified that he'd pass his trauma down but he realized that wouldn't be possible and he will NOT ever let them go through what he did.
Eventually chose to resign from his work because the risk was far too much, what if he died? He'd leave you and your child to grieve over him? He won't be there for them growing up and he'd miss everything.
Sure he's worked most his life to get where he is now but nothing is ever worth more than spending a lifetime with you and your child together. He's been lonely almost all his life until he met you.
You are his family, his everything. He promised that whatever happens, he'll crawl home to you...
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sunnyaelia · 2 months
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Hello lovely 🤍 I have kind of a long request so if it’s too long or you simply don’t want to write it, no worries!
The request would be Leah x reader and Arsenal x reader. Please if it could be super angsty and then fluff at the end. Leah and R are in a fairly new relationship but already have so much love and trust in/for the other. The only thing is… Leah is still friends with her ex that also gets along with the rest of the team. The ex starts coming around a lot and in secret starts to blackmail R and make R seem like she’s been super rude and offense towards her. When R tries to deny it, no one including Leah believes her and everyone starts acting really rude towards R. One day after Leah goes off on R, R finally breaks down and leaves, accidentally leaving her phone at home in the process. Her phone ends up going off a bunch and in an act of annoyance, Leah picks it up to see a bunch of hateful messages from none other than her ex. She eventually reads through all the messages sent from them, realizing that R was telling the truth and feels extremely guilty. She eventually finds R and apologizes and tries to make it up to her but R forgives her anyway. Leah eventually goes off on the ex after exposing her to the team and they all make sure Leah’s ex never bothers R again.
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No worries at all, I LOVE long and detailed requests :)💓 Here you go, hope you like it 
This is nothing against Jordan btw, I chose her as the ex because she’s played for Arsenal as well so it makes sense that everyone from the club would know and like her - ergo believe her over someone who’s new :) 
I switched the ending to Leah making it up to R before she forgives her, because sorry but there’s no way I’d just let it fly if my girlfriend believes her ex over me 😭😭 I’d be pissed 
It’s still a happy ending though so I hope you like it :) 
Also side note, but I can only recommend getting those huge teddies I talk about in this story, I got one as a gift and it’s literally the love of my life 
Last thing: this is quite long sorry, but I didn’t want to make anyone wait for a second part
Angstttt, comfort, fluff, happy ending :) 
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You knew that something was up with the girl when you first met her. Jordan wasn’t playing for Arsenal anymore, having made the move to Aston Villa some time ago. Despite this, she was around more often right now, visiting and spending time with Katie. 
Obviously you were aware that this was Leah’s ex, the blonde had also warned you explicitly about the her ex girlfriend probably showing up a bit more as she was going to visit Katie more often. 
You didn’t mind, though you were glad when Leah said that she wasn’t going to spend any time with Jordan. 
Well, that quickly changed when you saw her and noticed the little side looks she gave you, clearly not a fan of you. The feeling quickly got mutual when you noticed her getting closer to Leah, touching her unnecessarily and bringing up old stories about her and Leah’s relationship over and over. She was certainly not over your girlfriend and it was noticeable to you. 
Needing a break from the current conversation, seeing as Jordan was still standing in the middle of the changing room talking to everyone about her and Leah’s last vacation together where Leah had drunkenly sung all night instead of sleeping, you went to the bathroom. 
When the door opened as you were washing your hands at the sink, you turned halfway hoping it might be your girlfriend. 
It was Jordan, an arrogant smile on her face as she sauntered over to you with crossed arms. You just sent her a polite smile, hastily washing off your soap to get out as quickly as possible while Jordan started washing her hands in the sink right next to yours. 
While you were drying your hands with a few paper towels, she started speaking. 
“You know, never expected Leah to be into someone like you.” You were confused at the comment, not exactly seeing what provoked it, so just sending her a weak chuckle thinking it might be some weird joke. 
It definitely wasn’t, which got clear as she continued, pushing you over to the side to grab some paper towels herself. 
You threw your used paper towels away, wanting to finally leave before she said anything else, but her next sentence made you stop right in your tracks. 
“I’m going to get Leah back.” 
When you turned towards her, she had a sickening sweet smile on her face, slowly drying off her hands with the paper towel as she threw you a nasty look, her disdain for you clear in it. 
“Sorry, what?” 
You internally kicked yourself at how clueless you still sounded but for a moment you truly couldn’t believe what you just heard. You had been influenced by how especially Katie had praised Jordan over and over, insisting that she’s the greatest human being. 
So for her to show her true colours like that was completely unexpected for you. 
“I said, I’m going to get Leah back. Surprised she ever picked you in the first place. Probably just needed a rebound quickly to make me jealous.” 
It shouldn’t matter what this absolute stranger thought of you, her opinion not reflecting Leah’s. Still, it hurt to hear her call you a rebound. Even though you were certain that it wasn’t true. 
Leah and you had gotten together a few months ago, so the relationship was still quite fresh. But, you’d never had such a deep and loving connection with someone so fast. From the first day at Arsenal, she had been so incredibly sweet and nice and funny, bonding with you and getting you out of your shell in the matter of a few days. 
You had gotten together quite quickly, Leah making her intentions clear from the beginning on and you fell for her hard. Not only was she sweet, nice and funny but also intelligent - emotionally and academically - always knew what to say, very competitive and so empathetic when talking with others. It was easy to fall for her and even easier to love her, the only thing needed was cuddles and constant affection which you were more than willing to give her.
In return Leah’s attention was basically always on you, no word of you unheard as she always made sure to listen intently while you were talking and remember everything. She was also very attentive, noticing everything you might need or want before you even did and gladly getting it for you. 
In short, the relationship was amazing. There was no way Leah was going all out for a rebound. 
So you just rolled your eyes and made another move to get out of this bathroom finally. Jordan’s hand on your shoulder stopped you, turning you around with an uncomfortable grip as she seized you up with her look. 
“It’s not like you’re ugly, but..” she had an almost disgusted expression on her face as she looked you up and down judgingly, contradicting her own words. 
“Well, Leah and I have been together for years before she ever even met you. Don’t think you can keep up with that.” 
Ripping yourself out of her grip, you gave her a cold look, determined not to let her get under your skin. 
“Then why’d she break up with you?” 
It was a cruel question, a rhetorical one too because you knew that Jordan had wanted to switch to another team and Leah couldn’t deal with a long distance relationship so they broke up. But you had enough of this girl trying to openly threaten you, annoyed that she was even here in general and couldn’t just meet her own friends somewhere else. 
“We only broke up because of the distance.” Jordan’s face came a bit closer, you had to fight the instinct to step back, not wanting to give in. 
“So, if I came back and told her that I still wanted her, do you think she’d really not want me?” The smirk on her face told you, that she was very certain that Leah would take her back. 
The breakup had hit your girlfriend horribly hard back then, you remembered Katie mentioning it a few times and praising you for finally getting Leah out of that deep hole again. She wouldn’t jump back into Jordan’s arms, right? 
“Think Leah’s gonna be very surprised to hear that you just came here to plot a get-together with her.” You crossed your arms, staring down at the woman in front of you as she just smiled in amusement. 
“Doubt she’d listen. And you better keep it to yourself. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear that you threatened me in the bathroom, hm? Don’t think your teammates would want anything to do with you if you got aggressive with me. Poor old me just wanted to go to the bathroom real quick until I got stopped by Leah’s jealous new girlfriend who pushed me around and told me to stay away from Leah. I couldn’t even defend myself because you’re so much taller than me, I was terrified.” She mockingly acted scared before the smile on her face reappeared and she continued. “Have fun trying to get them to believe you over someone they’ve known for years already.” 
It sucked to realise but she was probably right. Not only did Jordan have the advantage of already knowing and being close to basically the whole team for years, she was also really small and therefore it was easier to believe that you had been pushing her up against walls instead of her being the one to grab you. 
You were a lot smaller than Leah too but Jordan was truly tiny, barely making the 157 cm mark. 
Not knowing what to say and feeling the first tears starting to gather in your eyes, you turned towards the door and finally left the bathroom, opting to move into one of the appliances room with the cleaning supplies to calm yourself down before going back to the others in the changing room. 
When after a few minutes you had finally successfully pushed the tears back down and were able to put on a smile on your face again, you walked through the changing room doors. Your plan was to just leave Jordan be, maybe not even tell Leah anything about it because you really trusted her and were certain that your girlfriend was faithful so Jordan’s plan wouldn’t work anyway. 
You were very surprised that upon entering, there was a small crowd gathered around a tear stricken Jordan and everyone turned towards you with hatred in their eyes. 
Confused on what’s wrong, you were relieved when Leah left Jordan’s side and came towards you, though that relief quickly disappeared when you saw the angry frown on her face. 
“Really expected more from you.” Her voice was slightly hushed but you were sure everyone could hear her words. 
“What? What happened?” 
“Come on mate!” Now it was Katie who was talking, one arm wrapped securely around Jordan who was still wiping tears as Katie continued. 
“Jordan told us what you said in the bathroom. Look, I get being a bit jealous maybe but that’s psycho behaviour. Jordan didn’t do shit to you anyway.” The rest murmured agreement at her words and you finally realised what had happened. 
Jordan must have made up a fake story of what went down in the bathroom, intending to drive a wedge between you and the team - and probably mostly Leah and you. 
And it was working. 
“I didn’t do anything! Jordan was the one who followed me and told me that she’d take Leah from me!” Your voice was rising already, feeling incredibly uncomfortable and downright humiliated at how everyone had gathered around Jordan. The feeling got even worse when you looked to Leah, expecting her to at least calm everyone down as nobody seemed to believe you in the slightest. But just like Jordan had predicted in her threat earlier - everyone was on her side. 
Of course. They knew her for a lot longer and they apparently also only knew her as an angel, doubting your words as soon as you spoke them. You saw the disdain in their eyes, genuinely caught off guard at how nobody seemed to question Jordan’s story in the slightest. 
“She even wanted to be friends with you and offered to stay away from Leah and you’re still jealous? That’s low behaviour.” This time it had been Steph who had spoken. It sent another sting through your heart, the Australian someone you deeply valued, her calm demeanour your saving grace in the first weeks at Arsenal. 
Looking over to Alessia, one of your closest friends here, she avoided your gaze, opting to look at the ground. This one made your stomach turn, Alessia hadn’t even known Jordan that well, only meeting her at England Camps while you two had built a deep friendship these last months. Still, she apparently believed Jordan. 
You heard Leah sigh next to you, gently tugging you with her with a murmured: “Think it’s better we get out of here.” 
You followed her blindly, tears clouding your vision and your steps stiff from the coldness as you kept remembering the disgusted look from everyone as soon as you had entered the changing room. Nobody believed you. Seemingly not even your own girlfriend who was silent, her hands both on the wheel instead of one on your thigh like usually as she drove you two to her home.  
You wanted nothing more but to just bury yourself in your bed and hope that this was just a nightmare, pulling out your phone to call your best friend knowing that she would at least believe you, though Leah grabbed your hand and sat you both down on the sofa before you could, taking your phone and laying it on the table before grabbing your hands. 
She still had a warm grip around them when she started talking, eyes fixed on your face with an intensity that would usually give you the good kind of goosebumps. Not today though, not with the words that followed. 
“Look, I understand that it might be a bit weird to meet my ex here, but I did warn you that she would come and was close with most people there. And I also stayed away from Jordan and made sure not to be alone with her at all. I can’t believe you would still go and threaten her in the bathroom. She was shaking when she came back, didn’t even want to tell us at first what happened. That kind of behaviour is not okay. At all. Do you hear me?” 
You withdrew your hands even when Leah tried to hold on, tears welling up in your eyes again at how helpless you felt. 
“You don’t believe me.” When Leah hesitated at your statement, you sighed, knowing that there was absolutely nothing you could do to convince her - you had no proof, she knew Jordan for years ever since she was at Arsenal basically and you had only been together for a few months now. You buried your head in your hands, trying to keep the tears in, not wanting to break down in front of Leah. 
With a deep sigh, you made the decision to just go home and calm down first, getting up and moving towards the front door, being quick to wipe Leah’s hands off of you as she tried to stop you, insisting that you needed to talk about it. You whirled around at her words, now not only sad but also angry at your girlfriend. 
“What’s there to talk about? You don’t believe me. Nothing I can say will change your mind. Go be with Jordan if you can’t believe your own girlfriend more than your ex.” 
With that, you were out the door, slamming it into her face and quickly entering your own car that you had left in front of Leah’s house, spending most of your time there anyway. 
You drove directly to your house, holding in the tears until you were finally at home, hastily opening the apartment door and then burying yourself in your bed as you sobbed into the sheets. 
You didn’t notice at first that you didn’t have your phone, it was still lying on the couch at Leah’s house. Leah noticed though, as soon as the third annoying ping of a message came through she went back to the living room, having had to take a moment to calm herself down as well after your last words. 
She wasn’t sure if that was you announcing that you were about to break up with her but she was intent on not letting it happen. Even if you did threaten Jordan, something she was slowly starting to doubt at your vehement denial, she would definitely not break up with you over this. The last few months had been absolutely perfect, you fit so well to Leah and her personality and she felt horrible that she had made you cry earlier. There would have to be some talks about what happened but she was determined not to let you give up on this relationship over one - admittedly huge - argument. 
When another ping came in, closely followed by two more she grabbed your phone that was still laying on the couch, intending to just turn on silent mode and leaving it, not wanting to disrupt your privacy especially as you were mad at her right now. 
Though the screen was lit up as she grabbed it, showing a few messages that caught her attention. 
The first ones were from your best friend, concerned that you hadn’t called her to tell her how it went yet. 
‘How did it go? Is she nice?’ 
‘Hope you’re just busy with training and didn’t forget to call me’ 
‘I need all the gossip helloooooo’ 
‘Is Leah making it up to you right now that you had to see her ex ;)’ 
Leah couldn’t contain an amused smile at the last message, having met your best friend previously who just said whatever was in her head at all times, still being extremely charming somehow despite this. 
The smile fell when she saw the other messages, those came from instagram. From Jordan’s instagram. 
‘Told you nobody would believe you’ 
‘Not even your own girlfriend’ 
‘Think that just proved my point about how Leah is not over me yet’ 
‘She was one of the first to comfort me when I started sobbing in the changing room’ 
‘They’re still all talking about it’ 
‘You might want to consider switching to a different team’ 
‘Aston Villa would have a place for you, when I move back and get together with your soon to be ex ;)’ 
Leah’s stomach turned. She sat down on the edge of the couch, completely caught off guard by what she had just read. Not only had you told the truth but most importantly, Jordan had apparently been lying and was now gloating in your face about it. And nobody had questioned it, including herself. She took a deep breath, trying to determine her next step. 
The first thing she did was take a picture with her phone of the messages on your locked screen, making sure to leave out any other messages you had been sent to avoid breaching your privacy as she sent the pictures into the group chat of the team. Jordan wasn’t in it and the messages gave enough context for everyone else to make their own decision on how to apologise to you. 
The first people were already responding, Leah quickly turning your phone on silent mode as to not drive herself crazy with the constant pinging before sliding both phones into her track suit pants pockets  and getting up, determined to fix this mess again. 
As much as she wanted to just drive to your house directly and beg you to forgive her, she knew that some grovelling was needed to ensure that you’d hopefully forgive her and not throw away this entire relationship. 
She got your favourite candy, thinking over and over what else she could get to show that she was truly sorry. She knew as soon as she saw it in the display of a store, remembering how you had told her that you were thinking about buying one. 
It was one of those huge teddy bears, easily reaching over 1m. You find them adorable and honestly, Leah agreed. 
So, she went into the store and came out with the biggest one she could find, a 1,40m one. He had a nice light brown colour and a cute smile on his face, Leah making very sure that he didn’t look off putting as you were quick to freak out from dolls or stuffed animals since you watched too many horror movies. 
Stuffing it onto the passenger seat where you normally sat, she even made sure to put a seat belt on him before now driving over to your house. 
It was an act to get him out of the car again, though she managed successfully before quickly walking to your front door with the bear underneath her arm and the bag of candy in the other. 
She rung the bell one time, then two times and then several times again afterwards when you still didn’t open the door and she also didn’t hear anything from inside. 
She was certain that you were at home, your car was out front and you had been close to tears when you had left, so you were definitely hiding in your bed, probably crying right now because even your own girlfriend hadn’t believed you. The thought of you alone and upset inside made her knock against the door and ring the bell again with more urgency, waiting a minute and hoping that you’d finally open. You didn’t and the apartment stayed silent. 
Meanwhile you were lying on your bed, having just put your headphones in, intending to drown out the noise of the bell ringing with some music. You weren’t sure who was at the front door, probably one of your teammates - maybe Steph - to talk you into openly apologising to Jordan and get some peace back into the team. Maybe it was even Jordan herself, ready to gloat about her victory. You doubted that it was Leah. If there was one thing the blonde hated, it was lies. And she seemed to be pretty certain that you had lied to her face several times now since she believed Jordan over you, so why should she come. Maybe she had already sent you a text that it was over. 
You frowned as your phone wasn’t in your pocket where you could have sworn you left it earlier. Searching around in the apartment as quietly as you could, ignoring the ringing and knocking on the front door, you still couldn’t find it until you suddenly remembered that you had taken it out at Leah’s. It was probably still there. 
Not in the slightest in the mood to open the door and deal with whoever was so aggressively trying to talk to you, you took your headphones out again since you had no phone to put music on with and laid back down onto your bed, a pillow over your head to try and soften the pounding on the door until it suddenly stopped, the person now seemingly finally giving up. 
Only Leah was far from giving up. Your apartment was on the ground floor and you had a habit of leaving the window open sometimes, only tilted not completely open, but still irresponsible and something she had chastised you for over again and again since it was terribly unsafe. You were usually a very careful person but when it came to getting some fresh air into the room, you apparently forgot all safety measures. This could help Leah right now though, the blonde moving to the back of house, praying no neighbour would call the police as she investigated to see if the window in your living room was open. 
It was. The window was kilted, the curtains in front of it softly moving from the air that was coming through. 
With a determined look on her face Leah reached one arm into the window, pushing the window handle over to the side. The window gave an ugly crack at that, since it had to be pushed close for this feature to safely work, but it opened nonetheless, only attached to the frame on one corner now and hanging dangerously in a weird angle.  
Leah was careful as she climbed up and in, pushing first the teddy bear and then the bag of candies through, all while holding onto the window with one hand so it wouldn’t completely break. 
She was extremely relieved when she was standing in your living room and pushed the window close again. It gave another very ugly sounding crack but it closed, seemingly undamaged from the antics. 
You had heard the loud cracking, waving the first one off but getting suspicious at the second. You usually felt pretty safe in here but the noise made the hair on your neck stand up as you moved towards your bedroom door, wanting to check if everything was alright. 
At the same time as you turned the corner into the living room, Leah was on the way to the bedroom, almost running you over in her hurry.
You gasped at the sudden appearance of someone else in front of you, for a moment not recognising your own girlfriend as you stumbled back a few steps. Leah was quick to let the teddy and candy fall onto the floor again, some of the candy spilling in the process, to wrap her arms around you and pull you into her chest and keeping you from falling over. You were noticeably shaken, clearly scared at the intrusion.
Leah felt bad about it, aware that it was a complete invasion of your privacy but it had been necessary. She knew you, you’d have no problem just disappearing into your bed for the rest of the week and hiding out and she needed to talk to you and clear this up. The thought alone that you might be unwilling to continue the relationship enough to send her into a frenzy. 
You pulled away from her way too soon for her liking, hands still shaking as you pushed some hair out of your face and took a few steps back, extremely confused and shocked to see her suddenly in your house. 
“What are you doing here? How did you even get in?” 
“I climbed through the window. I’m sorry, I know that’s really weird but I really need to talk to you and apologise. I fucked up so badly and I’m so incredibly sorry, I should have believed you immediately. You left your phone at my house and I saw the messages Jordan sent you where she admitted everything. I’m truly so sorry, I already sent it into the group chat so the others know about it and I’m sure they’ll apologise soon.” 
She waited for your reaction, though you were apparently still caught up on the window part. 
“You climbed through the window?” 
For a moment she was scared that you’d get mad, worried that she had gone too far in her desperation to fix this again. Though when she nodded, a shy smile appeared on your face, oddly flattered at just how much Leah was willing to do in order to apologise to you. One of her hands slowly reached out, softly wiping away the wetness from the tears on your face with her thumb before she gently pulled you closer by your face. 
Now that she got a closer look she could see how much you had been crying, eyes swollen and completely red and your lashes were still wet from the tears. She felt horrible at the sight, quickly pulling you into her arms again and tightly pressing you into her chest. 
“I’m so sorry. I’m so incredibly sorry.” 
You sighed, relaxing a bit into her hold. You were incredibly relieved that it was out in the open now and you apparently had proof but still hurt at how nobody had been on your side. Though you could only blame them a bit, they just hadn’t known you that long yet. It was understandable, didn’t stop it from hurting though. 
Leah had a question as you pulled away from her again, rubbing over your swollen eyes. 
“Who did you think was at the door since you didn’t answer?” 
“Jordan.” You looked to the ground as you continued, still incredibly uncomfortable with this whole situation and the humiliation to be treated like this by the whole team. 
“Or someone from the team. To talk some sense into me.” 
Leah swallowed audibly, horrified with herself for not standing up for you when you had really needed it, vowing that it would never happen again. 
“Didn’t think that it might be me?” She was almost afraid to hear the answer, realising just how deeply she had messed up when she heard it. 
“I didn’t think you’d come.”
Leah felt her heart wrench at how small you sounded, so sure apparently that she wouldn’t care and wouldn’t try to fix this relationship again. 
“I’d always show up for you. I need you to understand this.” She grabbed your shoulders, directly looking into your eyes as she spoke, hoping that it would make you believe her. 
“Even if I hadn’t seen proof from Jordan herself, I already had doubts after seeing your reaction. I should have had them immediately and I’m sorry that I didn’t but I would have never just let this break our relationship. And even if you had actually done it I wouldn’t have given up on this. On us. I know we’ve only been together for a few months but you’re everything to me. I’m always so happy around you, you’re perfect for me.” 
Her hands wandered up to grab your jaw, making sure you were looking right into her eyes at her next words. 
“I’m so in love with you.” 
You could feel the blush creeping up, still getting shy from the words, especially with how intensely she was looking at you. 
“I love you too Leah.”
You couldn’t help but mirror the bright smile on her face at your reply, both of you just staring at each other before she moved in to kiss you. She was gentle, still mindful of this horrible day you had and therefore holding herself back, just wanting to be closer to you but not overwhelming you as she had already startled you enough with her intrusion. 
You two kissed for a while, not really in any hurry, just a lazy make out with soft words whispered against your lips of how much Leah loved and appreciated you, before your girlfriend suggested you get wrapped up in a blanket on the couch with her and you two just relax the rest of the day. You were quick to agree, exhausted from the crying and the pure stress this day had brought with it. 
She handed you your phone back and proudly presented the teddy bear and the candy after she had picked it up from the ground. 
You were immediately in love with the huge stuffed animal, insisting that he would sit on the sofa with you two. Leah briefly wondered if she had made a mistake in giving you one, seeing that you cuddled up to him while she took off her shoes. Though you were quick to crawl into her arms when she joined you on the sofa, dispersing her doubts as she happily wrapped her arms around you and pulled the blanket up further. 
Leah made sure to send a short message into the group chat, not bothering to read through the hundreds of messages that had been sent of people apologising to you and debating on what to do with Jordan. She just told them that she was with you and had apologised and that they please leave you alone for today, not wanting any more stress. The rest were quick to agree, though they insisted that they wanted to apologise tomorrow. It wasn’t just about the team dynamics that they wanted to save here, it was mostly about not losing you as a friend. You had gotten quite close to most of them, though that had now been a bit shaken, especially the confrontation with Katie had made you a bit resentful of the fiery brunette. It was only halfway fair, seeing as Jordan was such a close friend and you’d definitely believe your best friend over Katie at any point so you tried to shake the feeling off, certain that you’d feel better about it as soon as you got some sleep and had time to digest what happened today. The thought reminded you to reply to your best friend, telling her that you’d call her tomorrow after training and promising to explain everything. 
While you two were watching some random TV show, more interested in cuddling into each other as good as you could than actually paying attention, Leah had another thought: 
“I’m getting you a lock for that window tomorrow before anybody else finds out that you can climb through that thing.”  
And she did, showing up with several of those with a cord that you could easily install, so you could still kilt the windows but nobody would be able to open them like Leah had yesterday. 
She also put them on for you, to your amusement also testing out personally from outside if it was possible to still get them open, failing to her own relief. 
Your smile quickly dampened again when it was time to go to training. Sleeping over it one night in Leah’s arms who assured you over and over how much she loved you and that she would take care of Jordan had definitely helped. Still, you were hurt and embarrassed at the whole thing even if it hadn’t been your fault. 
Leah noticed how your grip around her hand tightened as she opened the door to the changing room, the unpleasant memories from yesterday coming back up when you had stood exactly here as everyone had piled onto you. 
Still, you were determined to not let this affect your performance at all, not wanting to skip training to avoid the surely painfully awkward situation that was about to arise. 
And it was extremely awkward as you entered, the rest immediately going quiet in their conversations as you silently went to your cubby. You had already come in your training kit, not wanting to make it even worse by now having to change with everyone’s eyes on you. So you simply dropped to the bench and began switching your shoes to the boots when Katie appeared in front of you. 
The normally quite unabashed brunette was awfully shy as she apologised to you, feeling horrible at how she had confronted you. You assured her that it was fine and that you understood, being pulled up into a hug by her as she patted your shoulder, grateful that you were so understanding. 
To your horror, the entire team now came up one by one to apologise, the whole situation being soawkward but also honestly sweet. As incredibly weird as it was, it was also quite endearing how every single person came up to you - no matter if they had said something directly against you or not, everyone apologised and assured you that they would keep Jordan away from you and them.
You especially appreciated Alessia a lot, who, according to Katie had been voicing doubts about Jordan’s story as soon as you left. It was quite a bold move for her since she had only been with Arsenal for a few months as well and you were very happy to hear that the close friendship you had developed with her, wasn’t just overrun by Jordan. You made sure to thank her for it, though she didn’t accept it, apologising several times for not immediately saying something. 
The only ones not apologising were Viv, Beth and Laura who had all been with the physio when the whole thing went down and therefore really hadn’t done anything wrong. Viv and Beth were kind of like your parental figures in the team, Beth always joking that you and Laura were their kids. 
So it made you very happy to hear that not a single one of them three had believed what had happened, Viv insisting that they should hear you out properly while Beth and Laura both kept stressing how out of character this would be for you.
Katie did her best Viv impression as she reenacted the discussion between them yesterday, amusing the whole changing room with her acting. 
Though the amusement quickly stopped when the door opened and Jordan came inside. Apparently nobody had confronted her yet, everyone being focused on debating what to do with you and how to handle this. 
She looked confused when she saw you sitting in between Alessia and Beth, the happy smile on your face fading at her appearance. 
Katie opened her mouth, as always not in the slightest afraid to call someone out, but Leah was quicker. She was intent on showing you and everyone else that she would stand up for you at any time and therefore grabbed Jordan’s arm, pulling her onto the bench as she stood over her. 
“I can’t believe you’d drop that low that you’d make up a fake story about how my girlfriend threatened you in the bathroom. Are you not embarrassed? Are you really that desperate?” 
Jordan’s confusion quickly made place for embarrassment as everyone was staring at the two of them while Leah continued. 
“I just want to stress this one last time: I’ve been over you for almost a year now. There’s nobody I’d rather date than my current girlfriend. Even if you hadn’t been stupid enough to admit to what you did by texting her, I would have stuck by her side. I would never break up with her. Especially not for you.” 
Leah straightened up a bit again, staring down at Jordan who looked even smaller than usual, shoulders dropped at the harsh words. 
“Think it’s best you leave.” It was Katie who spoke now, the fiery look in her eyes she usually threw opponents directed at Jordan.
“Changing room is only for Arsenal players anyway.” It was Steph who spoke up now, regretting how she hadn’t stayed calm enough to overthink Jordan’s story yesterday and stick by your side and was therefore intent on making it up to you. 
You almost felt bad as you saw Jordan’s tears while she got up and hurried out of the changing room, though you now knew from experience how good she was at faking it, so maybe they weren’t real anyway. 
Leah was quick to walk towards you and pull you up into a hug, Katie patting your back for a bit before the booming voice from Jonas could be heard from the hallway, asking where you all were. It broke the tension, most laughing while a few replied that they’d be right there. 
The next few days were sometimes a bit awkward as you tried to forget what had happened which proved difficult as some still visibly felt bad and acted different around you, mostly Katie who really hated how quick she had been to talk down on you. She was on exceptional behaviour around you, shying away from making her usual jokes and suggestive comments directed at you and Leah. 
You couldn’t believe it yourself when a few days later you were actually glad to be on the receiving end of a cheeky tackle by her and instead of a frantic apology she finally had her signature smirk on her face again as she laughed. 
“Oi, no breaks yet. What are you doing on the ground?” 
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eumivrse · 3 months
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HOUSE OF CARDS : nanami kento
summary when nanami catches up to you in kuantan, he vowed to make it up to you for lost time.
warning(s) IMPLIED SHIBUYA INCIDENT SPOILERS!!! i tweaked it from canon obvi, nanami & reader are married, dirty talk, fingering, fem receiving oral, squirting, creampie, breeding, kitchen sex, lots of profanity, some fluff and angst !!
word count 4,435
note manifestation of ‘me and nanami are actually in malaysia rn’. also title inspo from house of cards by bts bc the song is angsty yet it sounds raunchy?!! that’s the intention !!!
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“You’re going to hurt your neck sleeping like that.” A familiar voice awoke you from your slight doze, blinking twice to see your husband crouched in front of you.
Tears welled up in your eyes, lips trembling as you clasp your arms around him. Sniffling against his chest, you crumple your hand on his blue button up, a way to convince yourself that this is real.
That he really made it out alive.
“I hate you.” You sob, jabbing at him with light punches. Fellow passengers exiting from their respective flights are staring at you two, but you couldn’t care less when a huge lump in your throat has been removed.
He pats the back of your head, your chin resting on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey. Have you been waiting long?”
This trip has been something you mutually have been anticipating since last year. Your husband had always wanted to visit Malaysia and naturally, you decided that the first time you two will ever go out of the country as a married couple will be here at Kuantan.
Getting your schedules aligned for a 2-week long getaway— well, it wasn’t easy. Working as sorcerers under the jujutsu society doesn’t grant you much vacation time. After all, there’s not enough people to compensate for your absence if the both of you go under the radar for two weeks straight. And it definitely didn’t help that Kento is highly valued as a first grade sorcerer.
Your flight was scheduled for 8:30PM until he got a call saying he was needed at Shibuya urgently even though it has been settled months prior that he will be out of the country by this time. To say that you were livid that they even asked for him doesn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling.
But of course, in his old Kento fashion way, he reassures you, “Go on the flight without me, love. I’ll catch up with you. I promise.” You knew his words were empty— you had an intuition especially since it was an urgent request and people’s lives were already on the line.
It was selfish for you to want him to ignore the calls that night but you knew there was a chance— even if it’s a mere 5% — that he would never be able to catch up with you.
His sweet voice convinced you enough to go on the flight anyways, but the 10 hour flight to Kuantan was the probably worst 10 hours you’ve had to live through in your life. Being on a plane with an empty seat next to you where your husband is supposed to be sitting had you thinking all kinds of crazy thoughts, your heart sunken. You damn near already prepared a eulogy in your head from the thoughts intruding your peace of mind.
It wasn’t until you were waiting at the airport that slumber had overtaken your paranoia and you fell asleep in one of the waiting areas near the boarding terminals, although uneasy.
“Is everything at Shibuya okay now?” You choke, face flushed with heat, eyes streaming with tears that had no sign of stopping any time soon.
“There are problems, but everyone’s fine. I don’t want you to worry about that right now, though.”
He presses a loving kiss on your forehead before parting from the hug and standing up from his knees.
He holds out his hand for you to grab onto. “Let’s go,” he looked so fatigued, but he couldn’t even think about his body crashing down on him when he’s just relieved that he’s able to see you again.
You take his hand, using the back of your free one to wipe your tears away. “Okay.”
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It was easy to find out why Kento was dreaming of this place. It was simple, yet the natural scenery was what made it so beautiful. Palm trees swaying along with the wind’s grace, the water in its crystal glory, reflecting onto the sky’s clementine hue, indicating the sun’s time to rise. You took your time to walk through the beach before settling in your rental, waves crashing across the shore far enough that it grazed your ankles.
Kento stood right where the seas met the land, letting his shoes get soaked despite it being completely out of his usual self. He’s very particular about keeping things neat, after all.
You lock your arm around his, gazing up to see him completely immersed with nature, eyes closed and head stretched back towards the sky. The bags under his eyes were apparent under the sun, the corner of his lip slightly upturning into a small smile. It’s not common to see him at such serenity considering he was just at the verge of death hours prior.
“Is everything okay?” You ask, leaning your head against his shoulder.
“This is everything I’ve ever wanted.” He cherishes, always having an appreciation for the simplest of things. If he could just run away and live here with you, away from the trauma he constantly experiences. He knows that’s not productive and that neither of you would actually approve of it, but he couldn’t care less about technicalities right now.
It’s a good change outside the chaos and turmoil you constantly experience at work and living in the city. The gentle breeze glides past Kento’s hair, and you stay still for a short while, taking advantage of this moment as it’s rare to do so back at home.
The vacation rental you chose was perfect— walking distance from the beach and all the local businesses. The owners even left a welcoming note for the both of you and complimentary slippers to walk around the house in. It’s nothing grand, but you preferred this over a resort to keep things relaxing.
Kento plopped himself down on the couch and you decided you wanted to explore around to find something to eat. The anxiety was eating you from the inside earlier and you swore you would have puked if you ate.
You quickly changed from your previous outfit which reeked of airport air to a sundress you thought would be perfect for the tropical weather. He was dozing off on the couch with his neck craned, arms crossed, face towards the ceiling with his eyes closed, so you sneaked out of the house with quiet footsteps.
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You came back just in time to see Kento in the same spot, except shirtless with a towel draped over his head. His damp hair gave you the impression that he had just taken a shower and you realize how long you took outside just to end up back here with a bag of Laksa and rice that you purchased from a nearby canteen.
Although it was safe to say that you got lost.
He was sitting with his elbows propped on his lap, fingers laced together like something was clouding his mind. “Are you hungry?” You ask as you walk across the living room and to the kitchen.
“Not necessarily,” he briefly replies. Exploring the cabinets for some plates, Kento got up from his position and helped you prepare the food by untying the plastic bags and pouring it on bowls. You set the food on the island, taking a step back and almost tripping on his foot, unaware that he was right behind you with utensils in hand.
You giggle and he chuckles while he places the silverware on the counter, one of his hands catching your shoulder. “Careful, love. Forks are no joke if they hit your eye.” You roll your eyes, finding it ironic that he’s so careful with forks knowing he’s seen you fight against things far more dangerous. Turning around, you only notice now that his bare chest is smeared with faint marks that resembled burn scars. It’s not uncommon for him to be wounded, but you always tend to get emotional when you see him hurt.
Concerned, you express your thoughts. “These look serious, are you okay?” You look up to meet his eyes, pursing your lips with the intent to suppress your tears. Trying to stay calm and collected was your way to not make Kento feel bad again, but how could that work when he already knew how you felt from the moment you asked?
He uses the tip of his thumb to catch the tear on your right eye before it even had the chance to trickle down. “I’m more than fine. Ms. Ieri got treated right away, it’s just that some of it is still healing.” His dulcet tone almost immediately made you feel a sense of tranquility as if his voice can make you forget all the problems in this cruel world.
“I’m glad,” you croak.
He leans down, eyes peering down your lips as he whispers gently, “You don’t have to worry about it anymore, okay?” And with that, he kissed you with a hint of longing and zeal, lips sealing onto yours with eagerness to go further. Your body had shifted due to his weight, your lower back hitting the ledge of the island, mouth opening into a small gasp. Kento grabbed that as an opportunity to shove his tongue inside as he curled his hands onto the edge of the counter to sandwich you in between.
Your hands roamed around his back, pulling him in closer that your chests are pressed against each other, tilting your head in intervals all while saliva started to seep out of your mouth from how messy and needy Kento seemed to be. You were tired— he’s tired, but the adrenaline rush of being under pressure for an extensive amount of time allotted you the energy to want something like this.
Kento is hungry, but not in the way you initially assumed.
You nibble on his bottom lip before he pulls away, his face rosy. “The bedroom— we should go there.” It was difficult to be coherent when you’re growing impatient and in heat, hiding the wet spot forming under your pretty little sundress.
He refuses by grabbing onto the back of your thighs and picking you up, placing you on the quartz counter. Your arms are laced around his neck, tucking your lips with enticement at how he was able to pick you up so swiftly when you don’t necessarily consider yourself light. He shakes his head, “I wanna have my food now though.”
Rolling your eyes, you giggle in embarrassment, “You’re a damn tease, Kento.” After all, nothing else could satisfy his cravings and relieve his pent up stress besides you.
He did the honors of lifting your dress up, seeing the huge spot of your arousal apparent on your panties. You hold onto the hem of the garment as he pinches on the garter of your underwear, pulling them down all the way, then letting it fall past your ankle and on the wooden floor. Your cunt glistened with slick already running down the middle of your slit, Kento collecting it with his index and middle finger before spreading it all over your folds. Legs trembling with anticipation, you twitch when he taunts your pussy by inflicting force on your sensitive clit with the tips of his fingers.
You hum, “Are you done playing with me yet?” He slips his fingers under and down where your hole is, pushing them in and letting you adjust around it before kneeling on the floor, so he could be eye-level with your cunt.
He blinks towards you, eyes glued onto yours as he spreads your legs apart with his free hand. “Not playing with you, baby. Just making sure you’ll feel comfortable.” Kento reveres as he pulls his fingers out from your hole to replace it with his tongue. Your upper body leans back as reflex, palms placed on the surface of the counter to keep leverage.
You cry out moans of his name mixed with a few curses as he switches between giving your clit small kisses and licking you all over your dripping pussy. “Fuck, Ken’. You’re making me go crazy…” It also didn’t help that he would look you in the eye periodically as he slides his tongue all along your slit. Just seeing him in between your legs with slick smeared on his cheeks was more than enough to make you cum.
Likewise, Kento’s shorts were starting to feel rigid, his cock rock hard under the tight confines of his clothes. Hell, he feels like he might cum now before he even gets the chance to do anything with it. He takes a pause, teasing your throbbing hole by flicking his index finger against it. He coos, “So beautiful…” Gazing up to meet you eye to eye again as he suctioned his lip against your clit, sucking on it like there’s no tomorrow. He wondered for a moment why he was even dreaming of Kuantan when he already gets the best view in between your legs whenever he wishes to.
One of the spaghetti straps of your dress fell loose on your shoulder, your tit almost peeking through the sorry excuse of a paper thin fabric. You take a chunk of his hair to pull onto as Kento pushes the base of your ass, giving him more allowance to make sure no drop of arousal is left wasted by catching it with his tongue. Heat rushed up to your cheeks as you threw your head back, snapping your eyes shut for a quick second before whimpering his name.
It probably isn’t smart to be so loud when the town is just getting started with their day at 9 in the morning, waking them up with noises you’d only hear at the dead of night. You could only pray that these walls are thick enough to mask the lewd noises from your neighbors.
A puddle of drool and slick pooled right below you as Kento proceeded to shove your thighs apart, not letting them get near each other to keep you wide open. He spits on your cunt, watching his drool drip down your ass while he aligns his fingers back against your hole, slipping them in as he continues to lick your clit.
You suck your breath in, “Kento, please, please, please—! Keep going—“ He had to chuckle in amusement that you’re already so worked up when he’s barely even begun, shoving his fingers in and out of your slippery pussy, far enough that you feel the desperate need to release.
He exhales, keeping his digits in steady speed, “Need you to cum all over my tongue, baby.” That request was a little selfish from his end, rushing you to your orgasm as he plunged his fingers in deep enough that clear liquid projectiled out your hole. You screamed his name while he used his mouth to slurp it all off, giving your clit small little pecks in between to ease you from your release.
His knees were sore as he stood up, coarse hands massaging your inner thighs as you wiped his chin with your thumb. “Are you okay?” He asks, sweeping his hands up to your waist then your shoulders.
“Mhm,” you hum, still trying to catch your breath.
He examines your state, looking you up and down with a smirk on his face. “Was this the dress I picked?” He pinches the loose strap on your shoulder and you nod.
“Yeah, and the one you paid for.” You wink.
He slowly lowers the strap on both sides, letting the dress fall enough for your titties to spill out, nipples all cute and perky. “It looks perfect on you, honey. But do you wanna know something?” He leans in closer to your face, his breath puffing against the tip of your nose.
“Hm?” Your curiosity is piqued, although you were becoming impatient with the growing need of him inside you. You knew he was holding it off as a way to taunt you.
“I think you’d look better with it off.” He whispers cheekily.
You look up with a scrunched face, half out of flattery and the other because of his crassness. “You’re so filthy,” you giggle, but you weren’t going to deny the throb of your pussy when he said those words.
He chuckles with a low gruff before locking his lips with yours, tugging you closer by gripping onto the side of your ass. You hop off the counter for a moment, parting from Kento with bated breath as you frantically shed the rest of your clothes off, leaving you bare. Not being able to get a good view prior, you finally see the tent poking through his shorts.
With a faint voice, you egg him on, “Need your cock inside me, Ken.” Cupping his clothed bulge, you graze your hand in a slow up and down motion, your husband cursing under his breath. You close in the space in between you, lips just right against his neck. “I want your cum shoved deep inside me, wouldn’t you like that too?” With a kiss on the crook of his neck, he could see that smug grin plastered on your face from the corner of his eye. You knew the weight of your words and how much that affects him. If he hadn’t had the self control he could’ve came right here and now.
He seethes, trying his best to save himself from the embarrassment. “Such a dirty girl you are.” When he grabs the back of your thighs, you use that as a gesture to leap back up on the counter, lacing your arms around his neck to keep him near.
You pout, “I learned from the best.”
Kento pulls his shorts down along with his boxers, his fat cock springing out, tip all pink and angry with translucent pre smeared on the surface. Your pupils dilate at the sight even though you’ve seen this in more scenarios than you can begin to imagine. His size has always been intimidating, biting your lip out of anticipation and slight nervousness.
With your legs already wide open, he presses the curve of his cock against your folds, sliding it up and down to warm himself up, his tip poking on your clit. Kento praises, “You’re so pretty,” cupping your cheek as he uses his free hand to align his cock right on your hole, pushing himself inside of you as slowly as possible.
You were squeezing onto him and he watched how your eyes knocked at the back of your head, mouth agape. Your cunt was sucking him in so well, it didn’t take long for him to thrust to the hilt, grunting from how tight you were. “Holding up okay?” He asks, hands wandering from your waist to your boobs, putting pressure on them with his palms to massage you, coaxing you to his size.
Your breath was shaky as you responded with a laugh tinged with an anxious tone, “Yeah… let’s stay like this for a minute.” You felt so full, you swear you could feel the veins on his cock pulsing against your walls.
“Okay, love. Take your time.” He presses a delicate kiss on your forehead. As soon as he flicks his thumbs on your nipples, you tightened around him again followed with a squeal slipping past your lips.
Your arms are still hung around his neck, using that to pull his face closer to yours. You could see every detail of his face from his prominent cheekbones to a few tiny red scratches he probably obtained from his mission earlier. You faintly hum, “I love you so much, Kento.” He smiles at that, his cheeks flaring a light pink tint. “I love you even more, sweetheart.”
A prompt, yet languid kiss closes off any other distance you may have had and you break away not long after just to give him the green light. “I’m ready now.”
Kento pulls his dick out halfway, then takes his sweet time to thrust it back in, testing the waters to make sure he isn’t hurting you. Your thighs tremble as he pulls away even further the second time, to the point where only the tip is inside. Sighing at how hollow you felt, you nearly choked on your gasp when he suddenly stuffed you full of cock.
Your jaw hinged open, Kento holding onto the back of your knees to bend your legs and spread them outwards to resist your urge to clamp them close. He moves his hips in slow, yet deep strokes, his balls pressing up on your ass with each thrust. He keeps your head from falling backwards by grabbing the back of your neck with one of his hands, fingers pressing on the sides. Your cunt was fluttering around him, staring at his face perspiring with sweat from his conscious efforts.
He looks up, meeting your eyes. His damp hair was sticking to his forehead, his bare chest rosy from this heated moment. Your eyes are glazed over, half lidded as if you’re already drunk on his cock. From the moment he sheathed into you, you already knew walking properly wasn’t going to be an option for at least the next day. He praises, “You’re taking me in so well, love. So well…” He places his hand on your tummy, pressing over the soft pudge of your stomach.
You squirm, your lips were moving, but not a word actually came out, just feeble whimpers and moans as drool dribbled from the corner of your lips. The sun was shining a little too brightly across the kitchen window, somehow it felt dirtier to be doing this in broad daylight, let alone in the kitchen. “Wanna…” you start, pausing for a moment when the head of his cock plunged further in your cunt than just a second before. “Fuck, hah— Kiss me—“
It’s not like you gave him a choice anyways when you drew him back in for a sloppy kiss. You were eager, sticking your tongue out for his to swirl around with. He groans into your mouth when he picks up the pace, slamming his cock fast and deep enough that his pelvis would press against your tummy. He grips on the plump of your ass to keep you in place and you wince the rougher he would fuck into you. You teased him by digging your teeth onto his bottom lip, in which he murmured a slurry curse in response.
You were being split in half, the slight curve of his cock making you feel like it’s nudging through your abdominal walls. Kento seemed like the composed one as he kept consistent with the speed of his hips, fast enough to keep you on your toes, but also slow enough so that you aren’t in pain. Although the thoughts running through his mind don't pale in comparison to you.
Kento is fucking obsessed with everything about you. He almost came earlier just eating you out and he hadn’t even been touched at that point yet. The saliva running down your chin, your lashes fluttering as you moan into his mouth — oh god he truly thinks you’re the most precious thing on earth. He felt nothing but guilt making you go through hell by letting you go on the plane with ambiguity if he’ll be safe or not, so this was really the least he could do to make up for it.
You part from him, a thick strand of saliva snapping the connection between the two of you. He curved his cock up enough that it prodded your g-spot and it was obvious he did when you gasped, the sharp stream of air reaching your throat nearly making you cough. “Right there, fuck yes, just like that baby—“ you moan, Kento pounding his cock into you over and over, making sure he hits that spot again until you let loose.
His balls are throbbing with the sole desire to empty inside of you, his cum just sitting on his tip, waiting to fill you full. He grunts, “Want me to cum inside? Hm?” You nod feverishly, curling your upper lip into your lower.
Kento has a bruising grip on your ass that you knew for sure would leave that spot sore after this. He snaps his hips, just waiting for you to release already, adding his thumb on your clit for extra stimulation. Blood rushed through your cheeks as you mewled a soft ‘Kento’ before reaching your high.
He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “Oh yeah, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Feeling the sudden warmth around him, Kento’s hips stuttered, the compression of your cunt milking him dry. He lazily drew circles on your clit to help you come down from your orgasm and with your arms still locked around him, you pulled him back, his forehead clashing onto yours. “I love you.” You grin meekly.
“I love you more,” he repeats, keeping himself buried inside you, draining all his cum in your pussy ensuring that not a drop is left wasted. You let go of your embrace and he holds your waist as he pulls out, his cock pearled with a mix of your slick and his cum.
White, thick cum leaked out of your hole and Kento plugged his thumb back in your walls to shove it back in. You shiver when he took it out and placed it over your lips, willingly lolling your tongue out to take kitten licks on his finger.
You almost fell to your knees when you stepped off the counter, your husband catching you by the arms. “I don’t think we can go out later.” You laugh the ache off, referring to the fact that you wouldn’t be able to walk.
He holds your hand and kisses the top of your head when you are able to stand up straight. “That’s fine. Let’s just catch up on sleep today.”
“So do you still want that food over there?” You tilt your head towards the Laksa you purchased earlier. Kento takes a glance towards the other side of the counter where it sat and laughs, “Well now that we’ve kicked up our appetites, that’s looking really good right now.” You look at the surface you were just getting fucked on and realize how gross and sticky you feel right now.
“After I take a shower.” You smile with a flustered expression.
“Want me to start you a bath?” He offers, bending down and using his free hand to pick up clothes that were scattered on the floor.
You squeeze his hand, limping in wobbly steps as you lead him to the bathroom. “Only if you’re going with me!”
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firsttimewriter92 · 7 months
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No hero, just me
Captain John Price x (f!)reader
Summary: You got abducted and John, along with his team is sent to rescue you. When the get-away vehicle is sabotaged, you have to walk the rest of the way to safety. John seems unusually worried and caring towards you. Are you actually just a military higher ups daughter or something more to him?
Warnings: Abduction, canon typical violence, injuries, pining, longing, slow burn, angst, kissing, parental issues(!)
A/N: Hi everyone. This idea has been brewing for a while and upon popular demand I created the story around the lovely Captain. Please note that I not only discuss your relationship with Price but also with your family. So for those who have parental issues, please read with caution. Otherwise please enjoy :)
Words: 11.976 (Yeah, that might have escalated a little)
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It was cold. So fucking cold. Your aching back was leaned against an icy brick wall, your knees pulled up to your chest. With shallow breaths you tried to stay as warm as possible but it seemed like with every day that passed, your hope of rescue dwindled. At least that´s what you were sure off. You scoffed at your abductors stupidity. Had they not done their research?
Lieutenant General August _____ was everything but a devoted father. Maybe he once was when you were a child but as soon as you became older it became clear as day to you that his priorities had shifted. It was devastating to watch your brother completely lose himself in trying to impress his father. With flying success though. He was on his way on becoming a Colonel and your father paraded him around at functions like he was his most priced possession. But Alexander himself…he was a mere shadow of a person with character, edges or a mind of his own. It infuriated you. Your mother was the same. Only worse. She clung to the respect, grace and riches your fathers position came with, with such force, that every smile of hers since you were ten years old had only been a forced grimace. The only genuine thing about her? Every proud look she gave her son, every devoted gaze she gave to her husband…and every ounce of disappointment and caution she gave you.
It wasn´t like you rebelled against your family. You weren´t involved in any sex scandals, drug problems or any other affairs. Quite the opposite. You tried your hardest to stay away from those things. But that also meant staying away from your families affairs. You didn’t want anything to do with anything. You hated the fancy dinners and balls. You hated the pretentious smiles, conversation and frankly boring as fuck people your parents surrounded themselves with. And how much they played into their cards to hold up the good family reputation. So it was no wonder that your parents became more and more irritated with you when they saw your blatant disinterest in the military, politics or any of it. How you showed up at parties and dinners, not talking much, not engaging and just waiting for the time to pass you by. It wasn’t what they were used to from your brother.
Needless to say your relationship with your parents didn’t exactly improve from then on. You´d moved out as soon as your mother didn’t throw a fit anymore and within a week, you found a flat way outside London in a quiet village. You were thankful to the great education you´d received however. It allowed you to work from home and you only had to come into the office about twice a month. You loved it. Alexander had helped you move and when it was just the two of you, you could see the very sharp and quite witty brother you had shine through. He and you have had several conversations about your respective situations and there was a mutual acceptance that the other sibling just wanted to have everything or nothing to do with it.
So why not Alec? Why wasn’t Alec sitting here, wondering what had gone wrong? Well, that was actually an easy question to answer. Because he was overseas. You groaned and hugged your knees closer. Of course your parents would receive a ransom demand for you. But how quickly would they react? It had been days. Days and you were sure that you weren´t even in the UK anymore. The ride in the van had been hours long. And the helicopter flight had been even longer.
You heard the shackles outside the door rattle once again and the panic crept into your veins as it had been each time it happened. The door opened but you couldn’t lift your head. A tray was placed in front of you and a deep chuckle reached your ears. It was cold and condescending. “Really” the voice snarled with a thick accent you couldn´t place. “I would´ve guessed your father to have reacted by now. What a shame.” The man stood up again and before closing the door again said with a much more sinister voice, “If he don’t react soon, holding you will not have much benefit, will it?”
You knew what he was trying to say with that. And even though you were somewhat estranged from your family, you´d never guessed they´d let you die like this. It hurt. It hurt fucking bad. It shouldn´t have been a problem to meet their demands with the social status and power your father held. What in the world were they asking for, for your father to wait so long to react?
Suddenly, your thoughts were cut short by a loud bang and then….shots. Shots? What the hell was going on?! You were on your feet as quickly as you could and winced from the pain your stiff legs and numb feet were in. You hears voices shout. They were coming closer. In a panic you remembered something your father had thought you. As quickly as you could you wobbled over to the door and stood in a way that would conceal you for a split second once the door was opened. A split second that could give you an advantage. You readied yourself, pounding onto your thighs with your fists to warm up your muscles and praying they wouldn’t give up on you.
A moment later it was quiet behind the door and you almost thought whoever was in front of it had left. Then, with a bang that nearly toppled you over it swung open and you pounced. Your fists made contact with a solid body and only your momentum made the man stumble a little to the side before another one grabbed your shoulders. Yelling from the top of your lungs you fought as if your life depended on it until you heard it. “Calm down, Ms.___. We´re here for you! Your father sent us. Calm down!” You halted your movements and looked around. A massive man stood in the doorway, almost cutting off all light from the corridor. Another one stood to the side and it seemed like he was the one you pounced on first. Both men were clad in heavy armour and facemasks. The one holding your arms however was only slightly taller than you. Same facemask and armour though.
You were panting and looking around wildly until the man spoke again. “Are you all right, Ms.___? Can you walk?” His voice was stern, deep and only slightly hurried. You looked at him again as a little bit of relief washed over you. You nodded slightly before you spoke. “I think so” you rasped. The man lowered your arms and gave you a once over. Seeing your whole body shiver violently he sucked on his teeth and bellowed “Soap, Ghost, make sure the path´s clear. She´s not well on her feet.” With that he quickly but surprisingly gently wound an arm around your waist and guided one of yours over his shoulder, supporting you as you began to move. He might as well have been carrying you. The way all three of them moved was nothing short of deadly precision. It seemed though they had successfully killed everyone that was inside the run down building. The scene you where stumbling through looked like a badly orchestrated film set.
Several times you´d stopped behind the men named Ghost and Soap while they checked if the way was clear. When the man next to you dragged you outside it was pitch black. You couldn’t see for a second but trusted the man who was guiding you. It felt like an eternity that you stumbled, ran and slit through the night. Only your own panting and an occasional, softly grumbled warning from the man beside you. “To your left, Ms.___. Careful” “There´s a small hill up ahead” “Hold onto me” “Don´t let go, you´re doing great”
The moment you felt like your feet couldn’t go no further you heard Ghost and Soap opening car doors in front of you. Finally, with the prospect of sitting in a safe vehicle with people that were there to rescue you, you collapsed onto the bench in the back and began hysterically crying. Sobbing, you curled up onto the seat, yet again realising that your limbs were cold as ice and aching. As the vehicle began to move you felt the soldier that had been jumping into the back with you move. A moment later a heavy warm blanket was thrown over your shoulders. Grabbing onto it like a life line you scrambled to throw it around your feet.
“Hold on” the man said gruffly and took your hands in his. “Shit” he grumbled and kneeled down in front of you. Almost hectic he pulled the blanket over you more tightly before removing your shoes. You were whimpering in protest but he just looked up at you. Pleadingly. You stopped struggling immediately. Why was he looking at you like that? Your vision blurred as you tried to make out his features. He´d removed the facemask.
A full beard, moustache and mutton chops, a full lower lip, piercing blue eyes. Blue, so blue. His hands were still moving until your feet were out of your shoes and soaked socks. Compared to your feet, his hands were scolding hot as he began rubbing your feet with them, all the while not breaking eye contact. “We need to warm them up” he whispered. You simply nodded and another tear rolled down your cheek. “I know” he said and held your feet. “I know. It´s over,___. It´s over.”
It took you a moment to realise that he´d just used your first name. You nodded your head. “Over” you whispered and began silently crying again. For another few minutes, the soldier constantly rubbed your feet as fatigue clouded your mind. You felt your body fall forward. Another moment later the soldier caught your falling and guided it onto the seat again. He gently pushed a little further so you lay down on the seats. With the last remains of your strength you felt him wrapping you up in the blanket, a little feeling returning to your feet.
“What´s your name?” You thought he hadn´t heard you because it was a mere whisper that left your lips. Then you saw those eyes again, right in front of your face as a gentle warm hand removed a strand of hair from your forehead. “John Price” he said in a calm tone. “My name is Captain John Price.”
Dull voices reached your ears and slowly you came to. “…do you mean, dead?” “It´s dead, what can I tell you?” “Bastards! They sabotaged the gas tank. There´s a hole in it.”
Holding your head you sat up realising that the car had stopped. The captains head moved towards you. Quickly he moved to your side. “I´m afraid we´re broken down. We need to walk the rest of the way to the evac-point.” He looked at you apologetically. “How are your feet?” His hand moved underneath the blanket and gently stroked your feet, checking their temperature. “I´ll be fine” you said, moving your toes. “They´ve warmed up quite well.” The captain nodded. He only seemed half optimistic.
“Here” he handed you something from his duffle bag. “Your shoes are dry now but your socks are a mess. Wear those. They…might me a bit big.” If the situation hadn’t been any different you would have laughed at the way he said it. As you moved your still aching muscles and pulled on the socks and your shoes you looked at him and asked “How long do we have to walk?” His shoulders sacked for a moment and dread filled your veins. He opened the doors in the back, threw out his duffle bag and jumped out. Turning towards you he held out his hand to help you get out of the car. When your hand moved into his, you were again astounded by its warmth. “I´m afraid it´s quite a walk” he said as you jumped and stood in front of him.
Looking up slightly into his face you were able to make out more in the pale light of dawn. His mutton chops accentuated slight chubby cheeks and a freckle dusted nose. Damn. He was handsome. You were pretty sure that his stature was not only this bulky because of the gear he was wearing. His shoulders stood out in relation to his narrow waist and big thighs. You swallowed hard when you realised that his hand still held yours. “We´ll take one day at a time. You´re safe” he repeated with conviction to make you believe.
“Price.” The massive man you´d seen before called out to him. The captains hand let go of yours and a shiver ran down your back. All three men stood in front of you, ready to leave. “It´s a three day hike. We have to cross a border for them to pick us up otherwise there´s going to be a problem. Officially-” John Price looked at you with a slight smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We´re not even here.”
You again nodded and prepared for a long walk. John stepped in front of you for a moment and as to reassure himself that you were ready, tucked the blanket you were still wearing tighter around your shoulders before leaning his head to the side for a moment. Looking up at him you tried to smile reassuringly. He didn’t seem quite convinced but nodded his head once before gesturing you to move in front of him. You followed the other men that waited a bit down the road.
Soon however you made a right and left the deserted road. The sun began to rise and you could see that the man named Ghost lead you towards a mountain range. You gulped. You weren’t nearly as fit as these three men and frankly felt bad for them as they marched on in their armour, holding their weapons and duffle bags. The paths you took gradually became more narrow and more steep. Your feet began to hurt again but not because of the cold this time. You´ve walked quite a way in a tempo that you weren’t used to and a terrain that was less than forgiving.
When you reached some sort of level ground you were panting and sweating. Trying not to make it obvious that you were out of shape compared to your rescuers, you tried to gulp down the pants and discreetly wiped the droplets of sweat from your forehead. To your left and your right, massive walls of stone reached up into the sky, making the path in front of you quite dark although it must have been midday by now. It seemed like Ghost lead you down a huge gash right between the mountain when the path suddenly fell into a steep decline. With an agile elegance that you wouldn’t have guessed coming from a man like him, Ghost began climbing down.
“Soap.” You turned around to the commanding voice and the man with the mohawk turned around right on the edge of the decline. “Switch places with me. I need your eyes in the back.” Soap nodded immediately and walked passed you. He sent you a friendly little smirk just as John Price came to a halt next to you. “You´ll need your hands for this, there´s loose rubble all along this path” he said and took the blanket from your shoulders. The look in his eyes was almost pained. “Sorry” he said as he rolled up the blanket and stuffed it in his bag. “Here, this´ll help for now. Uhm…” he rummaged around in his bag and pulled out a long sleeve, olive green shirt. Holding it out to you he looked quite sheepish. “I´m sorry I…I had to use it before we got to you so…it´s not fresh or anything, but It´ll have to-“ You grabbed it immediately and gave him a grateful smile. “It´ll do just fine, thank you, Captain.” You pulled it over your head immediately, so you didn’t see John blink several times or the curious look Soap shot his Captain.
When you emerged from the too big shirt you nervously looked at the pathway before you. “Don´t worry” John said and gently touched your shoulder. “Ghost will be scouting, I´ll be right in front of you and Soap behind. Nothing´s going to happen.” His raspy voice and still scorching warmth gave you a funny yet very pleasant feeling in your guts. “Okey” you said and took a breath. “Okey.”
So, with the captains huge back in front of you, you started climbing down. You were slow. Many times you needed the help of either John or Soap. Soap gave you a hand in climbing up and John was there to either pull you up or help you jump down, always there to catch you. Every time, you noticed your temperature rise and you felt like it had nothing to do with the workout. The callouses of his hands felt better and more comforting than any soft, warm comforter you´ve ever owned. You really needed to keep it together.
Just when you were close to asking for a break you saw the path opening onto a small platform. With a gulp you saw that it was the edge of a cliff. Several hundred feet it fell down granting you a stunning yet frightening few of a sunset over a dusty, rocky landscape only ever so often interrupted with patches of green. Ghost was standing to your right were the platform thankfully expanded. When Soap landed next to you, he lead you over to were Ghost and Price were unpacking a few items from their bags. “We´ll have to stay here tonight. Giving there´s only two ways onto this platform it´s the safest we can be tonight” Price said as he handed you your blanket. “Safest?” you asked carefully. “I thought…but, they were all dead.” Your voice panicked slightly as the three men exchanged dark looks. “At least one of them must have gotten out” Soap grunted. “Otherwise they wouldn´t have had the time to sabotage out gas tank.”
“If they decided to come after us, we´ll be prepared” Ghost said in a level voice. Your heart was thumping in your chest and an overwhelming feeling of guilt filled your every cell. You hung your head as you carefully sat down, hissing slightly. “Your feet?” John immediately asked, kneeling in front of you. You shook your head not being able to look at him. “Muscle ache” you mumbled. John grunted and moved to hand you a water bottle. “I´m afraid I have to ask you not to drink the whole bottle at once. We´ll have to watch out for another water source.” John again sounded like he was about to punch himself. Maybe because you wouldn’t look at him? Aaaand there went another wave of guilt so you lifted your head and tried to smile. John sighed and his eyes took on a much warmer look. “There´s no need to put on a brave face,___.” Your name on his lips again sent a shiver through your body. “You can sleep. I´ll watch over you.”
Your eyes widened at his phrasing but he didn’t look away from you. Somehow his face seemed so familiar, you could look at him forever and never get enough. “Thank you, Captain” you whispered lamely because your brain wasn’t able to conjure up anything else. To your surprise John began to chuckle for a second and again looked you deeply in the eyes. With the setting sun in his back and the light blitz of his teeth you could almost forget the situation you all were in. He looked maddeningly handsome. The sheen of red in his hair coloured it almost auburn.
Along with his beard and cerulean eyes you were so, so tempted to lean forward but then John spoke again in a low, quiet voice. “John” he said and chuckled again when you looked at him questioningly. “Call me John. No need to use my title.” Your mouth opened slightly. “I can´t possibly-“ He shook his head and gave you a playfully stern look. “I´m afraid I must insist.” With these words he handed you a protein bar and pulled his duffle bag closer. “Use this as a pillow. We can´t make a fire but with the blanket, I think you´ll be alright.” He gave you a small smile that this time actually reached his eyes and you liked that one much, much more before he stood up and walked over to Ghost.
How am I supposed to sleep with his image in my head? You wondered before you tried to make the piece of rock as comfortable as possible. Your concern was futile however. As soon as your body somewhat relaxed it shut down. With your eyes on John´s back you felt them drooping quickly and exhaustion finally caught up with you.
You awoke what it felt like hours later. Not having slept longer than an hour at a time while being imprisoned, the knowledge of three soldier watching over you let your body and mind finally get the rest it needed. Still, when you opened your eyes, your back hurt slightly from the hard ground and your feet still ached from the march. Blinking you realised that the sun wasn´t quite up yet. Only a slight blue fog hung low over the land you were overlooking. Turning your head to the side you saw Ghost´s massive back standing close to the pathway you´d came down just hours before. His weapon in his arms, breathing evenly. You groaned quietly when you sat up and rubbed your neck. Soap was leaning on the stone wall to your right, his head bobbing up and down while he slept. A little further ahead you saw John. He was standing in front of the beginning of what seemed like the pathway down. You gulped. The path was quite broad for what it was but to the left it fell several hundred feet. No railing or security.
You stood and walked over to the Captain. When you were only a few steps away from him he turned his head to the side and watched you as you came to a halt beside him. “Did you sleep at all?” you asked quietly in a whisper. He hummed as he smiled to himself, adjusting his weapon in front of his chest. “ I slept enough.” It was your turn to hum, although yours sounded more disbelieving. John had to bite back a grin. “Are you rested enough? We´ll have to walk quite a way today.” He sounded concerned. You sighed. “I´m sorry” you said. John´s eyes took on an almost pleading look as he shook his head. “I must be such a millstone around your neck. I´m…I´m slow-“
“___” John said your name sternly. You didn’t dare look at him so you stared ahead while tears welled up in your eyes. When John spoke again, his voice had taken on a much gentler tone. “___. We don´t care about your level of fitness or whether you´re fast or not. We came to get you back home safe. That´s our mission. And if it takes us longer or one of us has to carry you the whole way, we don´t care. We care that we found you alive, first an foremost.”
You nodded and wiped away a stray tear. “You´re doing your job” you said and shrugged but somehow that sentence stung like hell. A flash of the same hurt crossed John´s face at the same moment but none of you saw the other. “It´s not just that” he mumbled into his beard without you hearing it.
Then he continued slowly. “We were deployed under the strict command of your father. He might…not show it much but, he´s quite worried about you.” You couldn’t help it. You scoffed pretty loudly and gave John a look that spoke volumes. “I believe he sent you. But you don’t have to say things that just aren’t true to make me feel better. I highly doubt he´s worried about me. He´s more likely to be worried about what this whole situation is doing to his reputation.” John was quiet for a while, then he said in a level voice. “I won´t presume to know what the relationship with your father is like. All I´m saying is that I saw his face during the briefing. It didn’t seem to be the face of a man that didn’t care about his child.”
You felt bad all of a sudden. Your father and you might have grown apart and distant, but did that mean that the love was actually gone? When shit hit the fan would you still be there for your parents? The answer was simple. Yes. And that made you feel even worse. You sniffled again when you thought about how low you´ve thought of your father. His role wasn’t an easy one and he sacrificed a lot for his career. You were still convinced that neglecting his family or becoming a cold and distant person was not the way to go but who were you to judge? You took the easy way out as well.
“Damn” you mumbled and wiped at your eyes. That seemed to only make it worse and the full extent of what had happened to you hit you full force. “Damn it, damn it, damn it!” You started crying. In front of the most handsome man you had ever met. Perfect. You didn’t hear him move over your sniffling and your whimpers. All of it seized at once when you felt two huge arms around your shoulders. You were gently being pulled into a massive chest. The gear vest he was wearing was definitely not comfortable but you couldn’t have cared less at this point. You buried your face in it and held onto his waist with both hands, fisting his shirt. “It´s okey” you heard his low vibrato voice above you. “It´s okey. You´re safe. You´re safe” he was saying it as if to reassure himself of the fact that you actually were.
He held you against him for as long as you were still hiccupping and your forehead was pressed to his chest. He didn’t let go even the slightest.
John´s POV
Fuckin´ hell, he thought. If it weren´t for his vest you´d probably hear and feel his heart going ballistic in his chest. He didn’t blame you. How could he? You weren’t military and all that had happened to you must have been the happenings of nightmares. And still you allowed yourself only to break down now. He admired you for that.
He also didn’t blame you for not remembering him. Your meeting had been only the briefest of moments and you hadn’t really looked at him at all that night when you were introduced to him, but John? He couldn’t move his eyes away from you all throughout the festivities. He wasn’t used to nor did he like these functions much either so he very much understood your demeanour, whishing he would be allowed to show the same kind of disinterest in the glitz and glam.
The night had been dull until you were introduced to him. The moment his eyes locked briefly with yours, it felt like his world was turned upside down. He knew your disinterest wasn’t directed at him, he could feel it. John wanted so desperately to talk to you, get to know a bit more about you. He wanted to pick your brain about everything. To him you were electric, thrumming with honesty and simply radiant. So very different from himself.
And then, he´d lost sight of you. He was moving around the ground floor of the house with searching eyes trying to get one more glimpse. Just one more and he´d be happy. But he couldn’t find you again. Not in the living room, not in the tea room, not in the kitchen. His heart heavy with disappointment he bid his goodbye and left. He lay awake that night longer than usual. Your face, your grace and your dress in front of his inner eye for hours, days on end. He hadn’t seen you since then.
When he was called in for a hostage situation he thought he was prepared. The moment his eyes fell upon your father he knew he wasn’t. At first he begged the heavens that it was your brother that had been taken. It was so wrong of him, he knew that, but at least Alexander knew how to react in these situations. And then your name fell and so did his whole heart. Panic and worry flooded his system along with immeasurable anger and determination. He couldn’t let anybody know so he steeled himself and put on his mask. Your father directed some words at him in particular without knowing that John was internally roaring at him for not looking out for you. For just letting you out of his sight.
His tongue was glued to his palate so he only gave a short nod and a grunt before he turned around to collect his best men for the job. He had to collect himself. It wasn’t your fathers fault. No one could have thought that with your brother out there you´d be a high value target. You were a civilian. But then again that was probably why they chose to take you and not your brother. His blood began to boil and he knew if they found you injured or hell forbid, dead, he would wreak havoc among the bastards that dared lay a hand on you.
When they´d found you, alive and quite literally kicking, his chest had expanded with pride, relief and unbelievable affection. He was grateful that he´d had the chance to quench his bloodthirst when they´d started shooting first.
Now, here you were. Safe with them. And even though the danger wasn’t quite over yet, holding you and you letting him, made him feel more human than he´d had in years. He wanted to shield you from everything that scared you, made you uncomfortable or worried. He wanted to be your source of happiness more than anything. You might´ve been crying into his chest but he knew that some of those tears were relief. The feeling of your hands holding onto him almost desperately made his temperature rise and his determination to see you to safety tenfold.
His arms pulled you in a little tighter, hoping you wouldn’t move back. To his delight, you didn’t. On the contrary. You slowly stopped sniffling before you detached your forehead from him and turned your head, pressing the side of your head to his chest, still holding onto him. One of his hands moved on its own accord, just because it felt so natural holding you. He lay it gently on top of your head, moving his fingers over your hair. He heard you sigh and it was the most beautiful melody he´d ever heard.
As soon as you were safe and sound, he´d make sure….sure that what? He saw you again? He´d ask you out? His insides twisted painfully when he thought about it all. How was this ever supposed to work? You were a civilian. He was a Captain in the military. There were people, civilians in his everyday life that didn’t even know his actual name. Another life had never been in the forefront of his mind. He couldn’t imagine another, could he? The moment they´d all jump out of the heli and you´d fall into your family´s arms, would that be the last time he ever saw you? His heart hurt at that. It hurt.
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______´s POV
His warmth. His incredible warmth, the gentleness of his hand on the top of your head and his manly, earthy scent made you feel safer than you´d had in at least a decade. A feeling of content overcame you and you wondered why it was that you could feel something like attraction and excitement in a situation like this. Maybe you shouldn’t care, maybe you should just go with it and let yourself be swapped away for once. You had a feeling that with John, you´d actually make a great choice this time. He was a man of his word, one with the ability to calm and excite you at the same time.
You didn’t want to let go. He was cozy, strong and easily made you feel like everything would be okey. Your heart was doing somersaults when you decided to get just a tad closer. Your hands that were fisted in his shirt by his waist wandered around it now. His chest slightly expanded with a sigh when you settled your arms around his middle comfortably. Something touched the top of your head and you felt like crying all of a sudden. With a feeling of monstrous affection you realised that the Captain had rested his cheek on your head. Breathing in sync you tried to calm your racing pulse and the rushing in your ears.
You stood there for another few moments before John lifted his head. You moved yours as well to look at him. Both your arms around each other not moving an inch. John was smiling but his eyes held and expression you couldn’t quite place. He looked almost….sad. When you looked at him questioningly he schooled his expression, shook his head slightly and smiled a bit wider. Ever so gently he moved one hand and softly touched your cheek. You were just about to explode, forgetting everything. A spell. It had to be a spell he´d cast on you.
“The moment you need a break, you tell me” he whispered. “No feeling bad, a´right?” The rumble in his chest vibrated through you. The corner of your mouth twitched as you nodded once gently. “Thank you” John let go of you, again with that sadness in his eyes and you were quite sure that this time you reflected that same expression.
The day was long and quiet. You made your way down the mountain and going downward turned out to be even more a strain on your muscles than upward. Ghost and John were still in front of you, Soap behind. At one point he stuck up a conversation with you. It turns out the Scotsman was incredibly funny and quite capable to distract your mind from the pain in your muscles. Still, your vision more often than not stuck to John´s back while you got distracted.
Of course Soap noticed and bumped his elbow into your shoulder playfully. “Ya kno´, I´ve never seen the Captain so focused when it comes to a hostage situation” he said with a grin. You looked at him confused. “Usually we take everything seriously of course but a hostage is usually easier to get back than let´s say…a missile.” He shrugged, still grinning. “I-I guess?” you said slowly. Soap´s gaze landed on the Captain as well before he spoke again. “On our way here, he was as focused as he would be on missions way more dangerous than this. If I didn’t know any better, I´d say he was…rigid. Nervous” he gave you a sideways look. “He´s never, never nervous.”
It couldn’t be helped, you whole body flooded with hope. It made you lightheaded. Or maybe it was dehydration, you didn’t know yet. Soap sighed dramatically and gave your already speeding heart another kickstart. “He even bobbed his knee. Never seen him do that either. You sure you don’t know each other from somewhere?” Humming you raked your brain. Surely you wouldn’t forget a face like his. That ruggedly handsome face, the stern but laid back attitude. His whole being didn’t really seem to fit into any of the functions you would usually be introduced to people. But then again he was a Captain. And aside from what his rank was and that he was gentle, caring and frankly fucking hot, you didn’t know much about the man. It could be possible.
“I-I really don’t know” you answered truthfully. “It could be possible we´ve been introduced but…” you sighed and felt your face heat up. Soap chuckled next to you with a light “Aha”.
The closer you got to the base of the mountain, the hotter it got. At this point you couldn´t even remember ever having cold feet. Sweat was rolling down your back and temples and the light-headedness slowly became a problem. With the still quite steep cliff next to everyone, it worried you. When you turned what seemed like the last corner, you lifted your head from the path in front of you to look at John and Ghost. They were waiting a few meters ahead but they seemed to sway side to side. You reached out your hand to the right to stabilise yourself as your vision began to swim and nausea rose in your guts. Faintly you heard John call out your name and the next moment Soaps arm was around you. Your legs gave out and you sunk to the ground slowly. Not a second later John was kneeling at your side touching your face worriedly. His blue eyes open wide.
“Damn it, sweetheart. You promised” he said not caring about who heard him. “Ghost! Water.” Ghost handed him a full bottle and without hesitating he opened it and poured half of it down the back of your neck and over your head. It felt incredible and you let out a huge sigh. Next, John took your chin into his calloused fingers and lifted your face towards him. “Open” he grumbled. If you weren’t still slightly delirious it would have turned you on like nobodies business how he said it. You opened your mouth obediently while John held the bottle to your lips. Taking big gulps you felt the nausea fade little by little. Johns gaze was fixed on your lips while addressing the other two men.
“We´ll take a break here. Move into the shade over there. Soap, try to reach Gaz and Nick and see where they are. We´re about to reach the evac point early tomorrow morning.” The moment you were done drinking, John released the breath he was holding quietly and carefully wiped away a stray droplet of water from your chin. The gesture so fond your mouth twitched into a smile.
He moved slightly so you could look at him better and gave you a stern look. Before being able to apologise however he spoke. “Why didn’t you ask for a break? Dehydration isn't something you just walk off.” Again his hand moved to the side of your face and cradled it, his eyes swimming with worry. “I know. I´m sorry. I was about to ask…it overcame me quicker than I thought.”
Without thinking about it you leaned into his touch and closed your eyes. You heard him take in a deep breath as he moved his thumb gently over your cheek. “Alright. We´ll take a break here. Come on, let´s get you into the shade.” He leaned over and pulled you upright. Just like the night they rescued you, he practically carried you over to where Ghost and Soap sat before letting you down, sitting next to you. “Sleep a little if you´re tired. We´ve almost got it.” You felt your limbs relax and groaned slightly. Before you knew it, John guided your drooping head onto his shoulder where it rested comfortably as you slept.
The next time you opened your eyes it was already dark. You jolted upright which made your head pound and looked around wildly. “___, calm down. It´s alright.” John was still next to you handing you some more water. “It´s dark already” you groaned. He nodded and gestured for you to drink. “We´re walking the rest of the way tonight. It´s only another four hours. Can you make it?” Dragging in air after you sat the bottle down you looked at him stubbornly. “Yes” you said simply. Looking around you realised you were alone. “Where are Ghost and Soap?”
“We spotted a stream further down. They are down there filling the water bottles. They´ll be waiting for us.” Your face fell again. “We´ve lost so much time” you whispered and leaned back into the stone. John shook his head. His face partially illuminated by the bright moon. “I´d much rather lose time than risk your wellbeing on the last stretch” he said earnestly. You looked at him again. Really looked at him. The lines around his eyes seemed deeper in this light, the edges of his face sharper and the light streaks of grey in his beard standing out more prominently. Neither of you spoke as a kind of understanding dawned in your eyes. His eyebrows rose slightly when he noticed your face getting closer and closer.
John´s POV
It was almost painful to look at the natural beauty the moonlight emphasized on your face. His breath caught in his lungs, his heart a single clump of worry and affection. He wanted to touch your face again, let his fingers feel the soft skin he feared he´d never get to touch again. Unknowingly his head moved forwards as well until your foreheads met and his nose slightly bumped yours. You closed your eyes and John swore for as long as he´d live, he´d remember this feeling. He´d treasure it in his heart until it gave out. He felt your hand on his and took it immediately. Squeezing it tightly he blew all caution to the wind and lifted it to his lips. When he brushed your knuckles he felt you take in a quick breath and saw you open your eyes again. Glittering and solely trained on him he waited with baited breath.
“You know me. Don´t you?” you whispered to him. He grasped your hand tighter again and nodded against your forehead. “Your parents´ spring party two years ago” he whispered. “You wore a pale blue summer dress” he took a deep breath and continued in a playful accusatory tone. “And you ignored me.”
Hearing you giggle made his whole world spin slightly faster. “I ignored everyone at that party” you said gently, your eyes boring into his. “Kind of whish I hadn´t now.” John´s heart nearly gave out at your confession. “I can´t believe I don´t remember you” you whined and again closed your eyes. “Will you stop putting yourself down, darling?” he asked and because he just couldn’t help himself, kissed the back of your hand again.
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The endearment he used made your whole body quiver. What was it about this man? It took every ounce of willpower in you not to move into him and close the gap.
“I´m just saying,” you said and slightly detached from him to look at him more earnestly. “If I´d paid more attention-“ “It doesn´t matter now,___” John said and squeezed your hand. “Besides” he bunched his eyebrows together. “I almost didn’t go to the thing. Those fancy gatherings…they´re not for me.” He smiled at you. The lines around his eyes again so prominent. You reached out and gently let your fingers glide over them. “Yeah” you said with a smile of your own. “I know the feeling.”
A few minutes later, John and you made your way down the rest of the way. To make sure you were okey, he didn’t let go of your hand until the dark shadows of his two team mates appeared. “___” Soap said quietly as you came into view. “You a´right?” You nodded and smiled at him. “I´m good, Soap. Thanks”
Without another word you started you started the last few hours of your journey. You followed Soap while John took his place behind you as you marched on. The moon was just bright enough to let you see where you were going but not much else. Which was ideal since you couldn’t use flashlights. Now that you reached level ground the last few hours went by without a hitch for you.
Eventually you heard John sigh behind you. “That´s it, we just crossed the border. If we were being followed, they wouldn’t be so stupid as to attack here.” Relief flooded your system and your pace picked up.  Another half hour later and you could see a huge dark mass in the distance. Something was moving around it. John put his fingers to his ear. “Gaz, we´re 5 minutes out. Ready the heli.”
A few moments later the massive corpus of a helicopter came into view. It sat disguised by the dark and some rogue boulders far off the road. You noticed two other men waiting by the heli. A strapping young fellow jogged over to you. “Glad to see you all in one piece, Captain” he said as he got closer. “Gaz” John said and gave the man a hefty clap on the shoulder. “Well done.” The man named Gaz looked at you with a proud expression. “You too Ms.___. Your parents will be happy to see you unharmed.” You nodded weakly, the end of this nightmare making your legs shake.
John walked over to a second man that was casually leaning against the helicopter, you following him. “Nick” he said with a grateful tone. “Thanks for helping us out. Again.” The men shook hands in a way that you were sure would have crushed not only your entire hand but your forearm as well. “Anytime, Captain” the deep, dark voice of Nick answered with a thick Russian accent.
Suddenly, the mood shifted. You didn’t quite know what happened but all five men at the same time turned their heads towards the horizon behind the casually strewn boulders. Within seconds, Nick jumped into the open helicopter, Soap and Ghost ran over to the boulders, weapons drawn and aiming them at the horizon and John whirled you around to face him. “I need you to do exactly as I tell you.” His tone of voice changing dramatically with no room for disobedience. Fear paralysed you, so you just nodded. He shook his head. “Words.”
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“Yes, I will.”
With a roar the helicopter came to life and John´s face was illuminated. An ice bold bucket emptied its contents into your innards. John had a look of fear in his eyes. His face was stone hard, his jaw set but his eyes wouldn’t leave yours. And then, in the distance you saw what they´d heard way before you did. Vehicles. Making their way quickly over to your location. Your eyes snapped back to John´s but before you could say anything, the hands that were holding your shoulders pulled you in as he crashed his lips onto yours.
Shock, warmth and even more panic rushed through your veins as the rotators of the helicopter began to turn faster and faster. John´s lips were insistent for as long as they were on yours. The moment he let go, he looked at you with a guilt. Over the gradually louder becoming sounds of the heli he almost had to yell at you. Regret and something determined in his eyes.
“Two years. Two years and I finally get to tell you that I love you!”
One more time he grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you. You, in all the panic and happiness that you felt kissed him back with all your might.
That was until he let go, looked over your head at Gaz and roared “Get her home, Seargent!” Confusion and hurt were the things you felt most when two strong arms grabbed you from behind and all you saw was John´s retreating back. Readying his weapon and joining Soap and Ghost.
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“No! No, what are you doing?! Gaz, let go!! Wait…JOHN!!” Gaz, without even having to struggle hauled you up into the helicopter. You were about to jump out again but the determined soldier held your fighting body back with one arm before the other one hammered against the door to the cockpit three times. “Take-off, Nick!” he yelled into the radio.
“NO! NO TAKE-OFF!” you screamed as loud as you could as tears ran down your face. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? THEY´RE STILL DOWN THERE!! YOU CAN´T LEAVE THEM HERE!!” The moment the helicopter left the ground the first few bullets soared through the air, at least five of them hitting it in rapid motions. Gaz pushed you down quickly, laying on top of you until you were high enough in the air and turning direction.
You couldn’t even hear what you were screaming anymore. All you heard were shots from both sides, scattering tires and then…an ear shattering explosion. Heat and the glowing of fire in the distance illuminating your face. It couldn’t be. It was not supposed to end this way!
“JOOOOOOOOOHN!!!”
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Sometime into the flight home, your body gave up on staying conscious. Your vocal cords hurting, your chest burning and no more tears to shed, you slipped under.
You only came to when the helicopter touched ground again and the flashing lights of an ambulance illuminated your face. It all happened very quickly. You were hauled onto a stretcher, lights were shone into your eyes and irritation flooded your body. So many voices…one in particular. “___” you heard the deep rumble of your father. He sounded relieved, almost choked up. “___, darling, can you hear me?” You opened your eyes and the memories came flooding back. Adrenalin surged through your body and with surprising strength you grasped onto your fathers wrist. “It´s okey, darling. It´s okey. You´re home. You´re safe” your father said and took your hand. You shook your head trying to speak.
“Stop” your father bellowed to the paramedics that were pushing your stretcher, leaning over you. “What is it, love?” You had some difficulty finding your voice. “John” you whispered. “Ghost, Soap. They´re still…They´re still…” tears ran down the side of your face and something dawned on your fathers face. Still holding your hand reassuringly he yelled for Gaz who came running over, saluting your father.
“Seargent” your father said in an irritated tone. “What happened?” Gaz took a deep breath. “Ambush, Sir. The Captain gave the order to leave them. We were only able to escape because they stayed.” Your father looked at your devastated, pleading face and then over to the Helicopter. Propped up as you were, you saw Nick standing next to it, lighting a cigarette. Your fathers eyebrows narrowed. “Do I even want to know who that is?” he asked sternly. Again, Gaz saluted. “With all due respect, Sir. No, you do not.” Your father nodded once and again looked at you, his expression softening.
“Seargent Garrick” he addressed Gaz who still stood there with an intact salute. “I sent four of my best men on this mission” His eyes narrowed as he gritted out his next sentence. “I expect four of them back!” Gaz swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
Seemingly satisfied with this answer your father jerked his head towards the helicopter and Gaz took off running. You saw how Nick stubbed out his cigarette and jumped back inside. A few moments later, they were off again. A little spark of hope settled in your aching chest. Your father leaned over you again, gently stroking your cheek. “Now” he said in a voice you hadn´t heard from him since you were a small child. “Let´s get you taken care of. Your mother is beside herself with worry.”
It was all bitter sweet. When you arrived at the hospital and wheeled into a fancy one patient only room, you mother jumped from the chair she was sitting in with a wail you´d never heard from her and threw herself onto you. Clawing at your dirty clothes and kissing your dirt smudged forehead you suddenly realised how old she looked. No makeup, hair haphazardly thrown into a bun on top of her head, she looked ages older and somehow more human than she had in a long, long time. Not being able to hold back anymore, you clung to her like a child and cried into her chest.
When your father entered the room all he saw was his wife and daughter in the same bed, cuddling and sleeping soundly. He couldn’t help the smile on his face, took a picture with his phone and sent it to his son. “Call me now” his message read underneath.
The next time you woke up, your mother was gone but in the chair beside your bed sat your father. When you stirred, he immediately perked up and took your hand. “Hey, sweety. How´re you feeling?” he said in a low voice. You smiled slightly. “Thirsty” you rasped. He nodded and got up to pour you a glass of water while you pushed the button on your bed to sit up. You took the glass from him and downed it quickly. “They´ve put an IV in you but I guess more water can´t possibly hurt” he said when he took the glass back from you. You nodded, staring at the IV in your hand.
So many things rushed through your head all at once and you didn’t know how to even begin. Apparently neither did your father. The silence stretched but then, your father spoke in a small voice that you´d never heard from him.
“I´m so sorry, sweetheart. This is all my fault.”
Hot tears welled in your eyes again as you shook your head. “It´s not” you said weakly but he shook his head. “The only reason you were taken is me and my position. I should have looked out for you! I´m so sorry.” You took his hand and squeezed it.
“I didn’t exactly let you” you said sniffling. “I basically ran away, remember?” He nodded, looking at your crumbled sheets. “I always thought my position and the hard work I put behind it would somehow make your and your brothers life easier.” He sighed. “You know, with the reputation and the benefits that came with it. I wanted to open all doors for you.” You nodded. “Along the way however, I didn’t even realise that I closed some of these doors again myself. Because they wouldn’t fit into said reputation.” He again shook his head in disbelieve. “How foolish.”
“Please look at me” you said. Your fathers eyes met yours and something raw catapulted itself out of your chest when you saw his eyes. “Please don’t ever think that neither Alexander nor I don’t know what you´ve sacrificed. We just couldn’t understand it when we got older. You became…distant. And Mum…downright obsessed with perfection. It was hard, especially for Alexander to understand what was asked of us. And, I´m so sorry to say but in my opinion, Alec took the blow.” Your father nodded and looked more ashamed than you´d ever seen him. “He took the blow so I could be myself. So I could rebel. He took on the work, I took on the disappointment.”
“Neither of you have ever been a disappointment” came a small voice from the door. Turning your head you saw your mother walking over to you with tears in her eyes. “It all got out of hand so quickly. Your father climbing the ranks, the social responsibility that came with it. The constant questions and comparisons” she wiped at her eyes. “At one point we thought what society expected of our children, we should expect from out children. We were wrong. So wrong.” She shook her head, her mouth in a straight line. “I think none of us ever forgot the love we have for one another but…priorities shifted and we all got frustrated at some point and we all showed that. All except Alec, of course. He always just tried to…keep it all together” a sob escaped her and she shook her head vehemently.
“No more, I say” she said resolutely and looked at your father challengingly, who nodded with wide eyes, staring at her like he´d just seen her for the first time. “No more of this nonsense. I love throwing parties. But not when the people attending are trying to tell me what to expect from my family. You-” she looked at your father, “have worked yourself to the bone and it paid off. You deserve to rest on your laurels.”
Your father smiled at her fondly. “And frankly” she inhaled a deep breath while you stared at her with an open mouth. “I don’t give a damn if Bernadett What´sHerFace-worthy doesn’t approve of it. She can stick it up her-“
“OKEY, Mum. I think we get it” you said loudly. Little red flecks of rage had formed on your mothers face before she took one look at your dumbfounded face and started giggling. It felt like something huge lifted itself off of your chest. The next moment you dissolved into tears while your parents either kissed your temple or hand. “I wish Alec was here” you hiccupped a few moments later.
“He´ll be here within the next hour” your father said with a look at his watch. You looked at him confused. “I-I thought he was deployed.”
“He was” your mother said with a careful tone. “Oh, darling. You were so exhausted. You-You were out for a while.” Your heart beat faster. “How long?” you asked.
“Two whole days.”
Alexander arrived about an hour later like your father had said. Throwing down his bag he hurried over to you and hugged you close for several minutes. His black hair seemed dull and greasy and his eyes were sunken in. He looked like he hadn’t slept in several days. “You look awful” you said in a light tone. Chuckling he leaned back and nodded. “I know, I know.” He heaved a sigh through his nose. “I haven’t slept much. I was bloody worried about you. Just sitting somewhere, not being able to help. I was so glad when Dad said he sent Captain Price. That man-“ he stopped talking when you started whimpering. “___?” he asked carefully.
“There was an ambush at the evac point” you stuttered out through your sobs. “Gaz and Nick brought me back but John” you took a shaking breath. “John and the others stayed to make sure we could escape.” Alex looked at you and tried to console you. “Oh,___, I´m so sorry you had to see that. The Captain surely didn’t make this decision lightly. But trust me, he´s one of the most capable men I´ve ever-“ “There was an explosion” you whispered and looked at your brother with wet eyes. His face fell and there was nothing more he could say. Instead he took you into his arms again and let you cry into his shoulder.
“By the way” Alexander eventually said to try and take your mind off of the Captain and his fate. “What the heck did you say to Dad? He wrote me a message to call him and didn’t use any exclamation marks.” You rubbed at your eyes and looked at his face. “Told him the hard truth. How it was growing up with him and Mum. We´ve had some…conversations.” Alexander nodded and smiled brightly at you. “It was about time they heard it.” He looked grateful. “Thank you for doing the hard part. I can´t remember the last time Dad pulled me in for a hug.” You shook your head. “You´ve don’t the hard part for years. It was nothing.” Alexander gave you a stern look, almost scolding.
“I don’t want to be that person,___, but I´m not sure you realise. You almost died a few days back. The chances of getting you back were slimmer than you might imagine.”
A cold feeling ran down your back and again you were reminded of the heroes that saved your life. And quite possible sacrificed theirs to do so. Two years and I finally get to tell you that I love you.  
“They can´t be gone” you said with a think voice. “He can´t be gone” You shook your head in defiance. Your phrasing let your brother perk up and sincerely he hoped, that he didn’t give Captain Price too much credit.  
You were released quite quickly after you woke up. Other than being exhausted and your feet having seen better days, your body was fine. Your parents brought you home with them for a few days so you wouldn’t be alone. It was a little strange to be in your spotless childhood home that hadn’t exactly invoked the best of feelings in you for the last couple of years.
Now however, your family sat at the ginormous kitchen island together, drinking wine, you mother cooking her favourite Italian dish and no one caring about whether a stray spaghetti fell onto the marble countertop or you father laughed so hard at something Alec said that he spilled wine everywhere before being able to set his glass down.
You looked around the faces of the people you loved. Noticing how your brother started to look like your father more and more and for one, that thought didn’t make you sad or mad. You saw your mother smiling and giggling like she used to and not looking like she constantly smelled something bad. Why hadn’t this been possible before you almost lost your life.
“Promise me something, all of you” you said and looked at all of them. Their attention was on you instantly. “Please let´s not forget that this,” you gestured around your family and yourself. “Could have been us all along. We can´t get back to old patterns.” You looked at your mother who smiled with wet eyes. “I´m not saying I particularly enjoyed being abducted but-“ you had to grin a little. “It showed us all very clearly what was important in the end. Really important. I won´t run anymore.” Pointing at you father you said “You will stop being distant and show us that you love us, damnit.” Your father nodded his head strongly and whispered a ´promise´.
“You” you pointed at your brother. “You will stop trying to be Dad all the time. You´ve already accomplished so much! Slow down.” Alexander gave you a mock salute. “And you” you moved your head towards your mother. “Please for the love of all that is holy, take that stick out of your arse and be your own person. Have your own mind and opinions.” Your mother looked at you proudly before rounding the kitchen island and hugging you close to her chest, kissing your head several times.
That night you lay in bed, body not hurting much anymore, slightly drunk on wine and happiness that your family found each other again. And yet, deep, deep hurt settled in your guts. You had your family back and lost the man you were falling in love with. You knew it the moment he said it. His image and touch never left your mind and you worried and cried each night, wondering if he was alive. If Gaz and Nick had reached him, Ghost and Soap. It had almost been a week since the moment he´d kissed you and you were nowhere near ready to accept that his demise was an option. It scared you more than anything. You decided to ask your father to get some inside information on the matter in the morning.
A knock on your door woke you up. “___” your mothers voice came through the door before it opened and she stuck her head in. “___, darling, please get up. Breakfast is ready.” She was grinning ear to ear and somehow that made you nervous. “What´s going on?” you asked as you got out of bed. “Nothing” you mother sang before she moved away from the door. “Hurry, though” she added before walking down the stairs. You shook your head before getting dressed, checking on your hair and brushing your teeth.
Halfway down the stairs you heard the voices of several men and halted immediately. Your heart was jumping around your ribcage as you tried to make out what they were saying. You heard a Scottish lilt and immediately started thundering down the last steps and ran into the living room. Almost running into the couch you scattered to a halt as soon as you saw the bulking mass of Ghost standing at the bay window and Soap, who had been talking to your brother before you came in. Now, he regarded you with a brilliant smirk and a wink.
Before you could do much else, you sprinted forward and hugged Soap quickly, tears rolling quietly down your cheeks. “Aww, no need for tears, now” he said and patted your back affectionately. “You´re okey” you whispered as you let go of him and regarded both soldiers with a tearful laugh. “You´re both alright” you wiped at your eyes. Soap chuckled. “Yep.”
But that would mean…You turned and scanned the room. Through the open French doors you could see into the kitchen but there was only your mother. Your brother, Soap and Ghost were all in the living room with you. Soap seemed to know who you were looking for and pointed his eyes over to the door that lead into your fathers office.
Said door opened right then and there. Your father walked out with a satisfied look on his face. Behind him, the man that had been hunting your good and bad dreams emerged. Time seemed to stand still.
You were only used to seeing him in his gear, tactical vest and all. This version of him wore washed out jeans, boots, a black V-neck sweater and a navy blue beanie. He´d never looked more attractive. His eyes found yours immediately and his first action was to take his beanie off his head before he took several long strides towards you. His arms held you the moment your knees gave out and you started sobbing into his strong chest. Finally being able to fully feel his body underneath your palms you weren’t that surprised to see that the man was actually built like a tank.
Your arms wound around his waist, palms spread across his back while you shook in his arms. “Shhh” he whispered into your hair. “It´s okey, darling. I´m here.” Your sobs became momentarily more intense before slowly dying down. Now, just sniffling, your face was still resting on one of his pecks, you felt his heartbeat strong and quick against your skin and it calmed you down like nothing else. You lifted your head and looked at him. It felt like seeing him again after years of yearning and missing him. Oh, did you miss him.
His eyes were slightly wet and swimming with happiness as he took your face in his hands. “I was so worried about you, are you broken?” he asked in a quiet voice and looked you up and down. You huffed incredulously. “Me, John? Me? You were the one we left there. Being shot at…Are you alright?” He nodded his head gently and leaned his forehead against yours again. It was a feeling like coming home. “I had to make sure you got out of there. That was my first priority. I´m sorry I put you through all that.”
Your hands moved from fisting his sweater, to gently palming his chest and finally snaking your arms around his neck. He smiled lovingly at you and pulled you closer by your waist. “Listen” he said hesitantly before he rushed out “I know this is your parents house and I really don’t want to piss off your father but damn it, my love, I missed you so much I-“
“Kiss me already, you big oaf” you said with a smile before finally pulling him down towards you.
His lips connected with yours in a much gentler way than the first time. Everything seemed better. His lips softer, the air sweeter, the day brighter. Nothing mattered. Nothing but his breath on your lips, his beard slightly scratching your skin and his earthy scent in your nose. Playfully he nipped on your lower lip before you giggled and opened your mouth.
Groaning he moved a hand into your hair and let his tongue glide over yours once, slowly, sensually before moving back slightly and panting.
“Fucking hell, baby. There´ll be time for that. I´ll make time for that but maybe not here, yeah?” Your head was spinning but you nodded deliriously and with a dopey smile on your face. It felt like walking on clouds being in his arms. He hugged you close again and you melded into him for what felt like hours. One of his big hands cradled your head, the other one gently raking over your back. John´s nose buried in your hair.
From the corner of your eye you could see your family and friends sending you smiles and some thumbs up. Grinning again you detached from John to tell him what´s been burning on your tongue for days.
“I'm falling for you” you whispered.
John´s eyes went wide and his chest expanded quickly. “You are?” he asked as if he couldn’t quite believe it.
You nodded and stroked his cheek. “I am. I was so scared. I saw the explosion and I thought-I thought-” John looked at you apologetically. “You saw it?” he asked and rubbed your back soothingly. “I´m sorry, darling. That was Soap actually. He´s pretty good at making things go ´KA-BOOM´. Saved our arses.” He kissed your forehead. “We got out. We´re alright. I´m here and you´re with me.” Happily you nodded your head and looked at him with all the love and admiration you felt.
“My hero” you said with a grin. John pulled a face before kissing your lips once more.
“No hero, baby. Just me. Just yours.”
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if it hasn’t been asked yet, prompt 18 has incredible steddie potential. no pressure tho! love your work, hope your brain feels better<3
Aww ty and it is feeling a lil better 💗 And here's some pre-steddie for ya! I might do a part two of this because the vibes leave room for some uh, not sfw material. She has some energy.
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Steve liked to complain about driving the kids around, but in all honesty? He loved it. He loved how lively they all were, he loved the silly arguments they would have, he liked just being around them, especially Dustin.
But holy shit did he hate picking him up from Hellfire. Because for some fucking reason, Dustin was never just waiting outside. He was always waiting outside with Eddie Munson, his brand new hero.
Steve had no idea what Dustin saw in the guy. He was such a dick, even when they barely talked for five minutes a week Eddie never missed the chance to be a snarky little bitch.
Which is why he wasn't too excited to see Eddie smoking alone outside of their club room, no Dustin in sight. Steve frowned as he got out of his car, looking around like Dustin might magically appear.
It wasn't helping that Eddie was staring right at him, an amused smile on his face, "You looking for something?"
Steve rolled his eyes at the question, "Just tell me where Dustin is."
"Inside," Eddie said as he took a drag, still staring at Steve. It always made Steve feel weird, the way Eddie would look at him. HIs eyes were too big or something, too intense. It always made him squirm, "On the phone, talking to his girlfriend. It's kind of gross actually, how mushy they are. He managed to scare everyone off but me."
That sounded about right. But that also meant that now Steve was stuck with standing next to this guy. And he really wasn't in the mood for awkward small talk.
"I'll wait in the car then," Steve said dismissively, stopping when he heard Eddie snort behind him.
"Too much of a princess to stand around with the undesirables huh?"
Steve spun around, his face hot at the weird insult, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Eddie shrugged, dropping his cigarette to the ground, "It means I think you're an uppity bitch. Tell me Steve, is hating me your only personality trait? Or do you get off on acting like a pissy kitten? That pretty face can only take you so far you know. "
This, this right here is what he hated the most about Eddie Munson. He was a dick yes, but he was so specific about it. Always calling Steve stupid shit like princess, kitten, bitch and now pretty. It was weird, emasculating, and...confusing. Very confusing on why the first thing it always did was make him blush. He didn't make Steve mad in the right way. He made him feel off kilter and anxious, his heart almost always going into overdrive whenever he had to talk to the guy.
But that didn't mean he was going to take all of that laying down, "Says you? I'm surprised you don't have a I hate Jocks tattoo on your forehead. For an 'undesirable' you sure are judgmental as fuck."
Eddie laughed at that, like Steve was an old friend who made a hilarious joke, instead of someone who was actively trying to get under his skin, "Do you still count as a jock? Because if you do I might have to re-evaluate that. I never said I hated you, princess."
Oh great. So that was just a nickname now. Steve opened his mouth to snap back at him, to ask why he was such an ass if their wasn't mutual hatred between them.
But then Dustin was popping out of the club room, a big smile on his face as he waved at Steve, "Sorry I'm late! Suzie called and she heard about this new theory she had to tell me about and-"
"And you can tell me in the car," Steve interrupted, avoiding Eddie's eyes as he dragged Dustin away. The asshole smirked at him as they drove away, like he could just tell how much he was driving Steve crazy.
Yeah, Steve would never understand what Dustin saw in that guy.
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Just wanted to sneak in and say the idea of Riverstar x One Eye would immediately become 100x funnier if one were also to ship them in Better Bones
Here's the God of Summer. He eats people and hates everyone except his RiverClan bf and daughter /j
Quick shout back to you to tell you I'm trying to provide room for it
I love OneRiver too much to not give some kind of opportunity where they could have had some sort of positive relationship, and it's just a genuinely cool idea. That Riverstar was able to see the mysterious stranger before he revealed his true colors, and always felt... odd, about his peculiar energy.
A friendly tenseness. A mutual parting where neither one quite knows what to make of the other. The feeling in Riverstar's gut is like locking eyes with a tiger, just before it turns away.
So what I'm thinking is that in Thunderstar's Justice, after the carnage at the First Battle that summons the God of Summer like a dinner bell, One Eye comes to peruse. He visits each Clan, spends a short amount of time there, and then moves onto the next. He finally stops in Skystar's Clan, but it would give him some room to hang out in the River Kingdom.
Since it's Thunderstar's story though, he would be getting this information secondpaw from his ally and old friend, King Riverstar. One Eye would have a very... tense, predatory feeling to Thunderstar.
Like he's tracking something very powerful and very dangerous as it prowls through the undergrowth.
In truth, One Eye is scouting. He's looking for what was responsible for that delicious smell on that sticky, sweltering summer day. His stops in each group to understand them better, see what sorts of things they want and what they're currently doing, but finds that none of the other Four Founders are the warlord he's looking for.
A wise, ancient, well-spoken being, he was interested in Riverstar for a little longer than the others. Not as his target. Just as a curiosity.
What a poetic story, this peaceful prince had. Desperate to avoid the stressful responsibilities that would be thrust upon him, he sought friends where there should have been enemies, and made peace in spite of tyrants. But his nonchalance became carelessness, and he was made hostage by his underestimated enemy.
He ended up sparking the very battle he had sought so hard to avoid, his father's heroic death to save his son landing the crown upon Riverstar's head. A tragedy. A tale of inevitability. To a God of War, it's a wonderful story to hear.
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emostudent · 10 months
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TEEN WOLF BRAINROT
so, i've been rewatching teen wolf bc apparently netflix hates us europeans and it will be removed on may 31st and here are a few of my opinions TM
scott is actually a very good main character. listen, i got into this fandom when i was older, so i probably don't understand why there is this trend of hating scott, but he's a valid MC! he shows an example of positive masculinity that is honestly so refreshing to see in modern media: he's kind, compassionate, always optimistic but not stupidly so, has an amazing relationship with his mum AND his friends, he's not afraid to show emotions and cry. honestly a very healthy, albeit traumatised, young man. yes, he did stupid stuff for the girl he liked, and yes he misjudged a few situations, but please, remind me, how old is he supposed to be? 16? 17? 18? yeah. i did worse things at his age.
scott and stiles come from working class families!!! they have money problems!! it's honestly so refreshing to see teenagers discuss money in a supernatural/fantasy tv show. it doesn't usually happens and I've found it refreshing because it's something that usually happen between irl teenagers.
i don't get sterek. really, really don't. maybe it's bc i've watched the show through a gen z lens (meaning the media and the culture (read: THE INTERNET) when i watched the show were influenced more by gen z than millennials' values) but i really don't get it. and the age difference makes me uncomfortable. (same thing with parrish and lydia, SHE'S A MINOR DUDE, there's a reason people don't like cops istg) SOMEONE EXPLAIN STEREK TO ME PLEASE
in fics stiles and scott's personalities are often swapped: stiles is the caring one, the pack mum, scott is the one with homicidal tendencies. like, my dudes, the fact that scott is a GOOD person through and through is the reason he's a true alpha. also the reason we, as viewers, like stiles is bc he's sarcastic and more morally ambiguous than scott (not really, but you get it, he cares more about himself and his immediate friends, the others can die, scott instead want to save everyone period), it's like taking away the thing that makes stiles stiles
malia and stiles were SO cute, i didn't expect to like them so much, but when they broke up my heart shattered
stydia is everything i want in a ship and i will not accept any criticism on it, it's literally one of the only straight ships i like. you have the slowburn, the malewife x girlboss trope, the he fell first but she fell harder, the mutual pining. it literally checks all of my boxes
isaac was such a cool character and he and scott had an amazing dynamic, like come on, they had something going on between them
kira is a badass. that's it, that's the comment. i like her so much
derek's development is one of the best. i couldn't stand him in season 1, but in s4 he became one of my favourite characters. but i think this has more to do with the fact that they aged him up? he was supposed to be in his early 20s in s1, but then they aged him up in s3? well, anyway, i liked how he literally wised up, stepping into the role of a teacher and guide instead of a leader, it suits him so much better (and i'm sure it's less stressful)
peter is such a charmingly evil bastard. i hate him, but i love him at the same time.
thiam is the best ship in the show, i don't care if it's canon or not. i've read airplanes, it's canon to me
we would've liked (simped for) s5 theo more if he had the same haircut he had in 6b. he was just stupidly hot.
allison and lydia should've kissed and so malia and kira. give me my wlw couples.
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I just finished watching bleach, and I'm not much of a shipper, as in I didn't care for the ships. But ichihime just didn't make sense to me, I have no problem with renruki but ichihime just didn't do it. So like I'm genuinely curious as to how they stuck out for people like you who absolutely adore it, I've also seen alot of hate towards it so once again I'm curious. Is there any reason that you personally always loved the ship? Be it their chemistry? Or interactions?I don't know I just want to see the appeal
Well, for starters, if you've only watched the anime, I think that can definitely taint your perception of IH because the animators butchered it so much compared to how it actually is in the manga, especially in the early arcs. I made a post on the very first IH moment in the anime vs. the manga here although it's pretty old so the links I used as references are probably broken now. But I definitely recommend reading the manga to get a true sense of what their dynamic is like!
Honestly it's hard to sum up why I love this ship so much without pulling out a bunch of manga pages and turning this into a full blown essay of things I've already said a million times before (but I'll attach a bunch of links to some of those posts below lol).
But I just love the sweetness of IchiHime. The mutual respect. The selfless care and consideration they have for each other. How dorky they are together. The way they make each other better, and stronger. The way Orihime can pull so many passionate, emotional reactions out of Ichigo--the way he softens around her, the blind rage when his enemies use her to taunt him, the way he flies off the handle in a panic when he thinks she's in danger, the depression he fell into when she was gone, the relief he feels when he realizes she's okay. The puppy dog eyes he gives her. The way everyone else kicks him in the head or punches him to lift his spirits, but Orihime--she only has to use gentle words. The vow to protect, the rising up from the dead to keep that vow. Not even death could keep them apart. Orihime wanting to love Ichigo in every lifetime she lives, she would choose him every single time. And yet she never expected him to love her back--he just did. All on his own. He was pining for her, they were pining for each other. It was mutual long before they even knew it.
And I think Kubo did so well writing for the IchiHime relationship. It's got cute, heartfelt moments, angsty teenager moments, silly, comedic relief moments, and dramatic, life-or-death moments. You can see their development from one arc to the next, see the clear-cut changes and growth in their dynamic from beginning to end. They never stopped changing, and growing closer over time. Which created a nice, long slow-burn for me to sink my teeth into over the course of Bleach's 15 year run.
Anyway, here's some links of posts that explain different aspects that I love about this pairing:
I have an extremely long masterpost about IchiHime here, which mostly goes into detail about why I think it was obvious for canon, but it covers almost every single IH moment in detail and my love for the pairing and reasons for shipping it are pretty much woven into the fabric of this post lol.
The chemistry of IchiHime.
My top 3 favorite IchiHime moments.
Masterpost of moments where Ichigo and Orihime protect each other.
IchiHime implications of the lust arc.
Ichigo being teased about Orihime.
Ichigo's vow to protect Orihime.
Ichigo and Orihime's growing feelings for each other.
Orihime consistently being singled out to target Ichigo's heart.
Orihime loving Ichigo's kindness.
Ichigo being receptive to Orihime's feelings.
And these are some posts made by other people that I like:
A post about Ichigo's feelings for Orihime.
This one is an image post that basically combines almost every single IchiHime moment from the first to last chapter, as a visual reference.
A response my friend gave when asked the reasons that they ship IchiHime that I wholeheartedly agree with.
And another list of reasons.
I also just really love this post.
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goreclan part two! second half of year one. and oh boy this was 6 moons full of romance
Roachstar - leader of GoreClan. bloodthirsty. has been made the mentor of her daughter, Wolfpaw, who she no longer dislikes! unfortunately Wolfpaw does not feel the same way
Daisyhollow - deputy of GoreClan. bloodthirsty. mentoring his son, Turtlepaw. he had a rough few moons, the man would not stop getting injured so Roachstar had to take over training for both of their kids
Cougardawn - medic of GoreClan. lonesome. due to Daisyhollow’s aforementioned constant injuries, as well as a few other cats who we’ll get to soon, poor Cougardawn has been overworked these past few moons. i imagine he is very tired. he wears laurel now, which i put around his wrist like a bracelet
Leafwhisker - warrior of GoreClan. fierce. in a shocking turn of events, Leafwhisker and Splashheart became mates. i drew them looking like a cute couple here but i checked their relationship right before i posted and turns out they hate each other so uh. impending divorce ig
Splashheart - warrior of GoreClan. bloodthirsty. got together with Leafwhisker and got into a whole bunch of fights with rogues. ended up gaining a scar from one of these fights
Weaselbloom - warrior of GoreClan. shameless. she’s a warrior now! and she immediately became extremely pathetic and rude. said something rude to Roachstar’s face. also tripped over a rock and sprained her ankle in front of Braveclaw, who she has a bit of a crush on
Braveclaw - warrior of GoreClan. charismatic. she also graduated! for some unknown reason she is captivated by Weaselbloom’s swagless look and cringefail demeanor, like she has a massive crush on her
Thymepaw - apprentice of GoreClan. fierce. got apprenticed to Weaselbloom. has been doing extremely well in training and seems to be gaining a lot of confidence and skill. started wearing a moth wing. has a crush on Wolfpaw
Bristlepaw - apprentice of GoreClan. adventurous. got apprenticed to Braveclaw. will not stop misbehaving and breaking the code. has hunted on another clans territory on literally every hunting patrol
Turtlepaw - apprentice of GoreClan. loving. :(. he loves his family members so so much but none of them like him in return :(
Wolfpaw - apprentice of GoreClan. loyal. dislikes everyone in the clan, especially Roachstar and Turtlepaw. the only one she seems to have a positive relationship with is Thymepaw, who she has a mutual crush on
Goldenclaw - elder of GoreClan. confident. being a silly old man still! go Goldenclaw go
Whisperingkit - kit of GoreClan. inquisitive. found by Leafwhisker and Splashheart on patrol, an abandoned kittypet kit with a spiked collar
really enjoying this honestly, fun little clan where everyone has some sort of drama at the moment
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chaotic-mystery · 5 months
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Not A Survivalist Girl
Part 7: Gore Whore
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Pairing: Joel Miller x afab!reader (this is before he meets Tess)
Summary: With everything between you and Joel being tame for now, you celebrate Halloween, kinda. Please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I wanna be in the next chapter! (this can be read as a stand alone so it's fine if you aren't caught up on previous chapters but I recommend to see the dynamic.)
Warnings: 18+ only, MDNI. Age gap (alluded but not specific) Cute lil domestic-ish Joel, angst, Joel talks about Sarah just for a moment, descriptions of death (it was a clicker im sorry), swearing, Joel yelling and being cranky, mentions of pills, chef Joel makes his guest appearance, mask kink, daddy kink, bitch all the kinks that go hand in hand with those two sdknldnd, pet names (baby, sweet girl, little girl, daddy, Joel refers to himself as daddy, sir) unprotected p in v, spanking, choking, breath play, that rough nasty sex, manhandling, creampie. I think that's it but lmk if I forgot anything!
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Authors Note: Happy (early) Halloween, sluts! This is a way long overdue chapter and I'm sorry it's taken a million years to get to you. I just want to get this out of the way now and then we can get to the story... Gianna and I have both mutually decided we can't keep up with the story and write together with our schedules, it's not fair to you. Moving forward it'll just be me writing the story and I hope everyone understands. It won't be the last time you see us collab together, I promise! 💗 Also- Thank you to the Horny Bitch House for helping me with bits and pieces of this, I love you all 💗
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The window ledges filled with orange and yellow leaves as the end of October was coming full steam, the warm days turning colder as each day passed. 
You and Joel were on the best terms the two of you had been on yet. He grew more patience with you and you learned not to piss him off so much for shits and giggles. 
It was mutual. 
“You awake, sweet girl?” Joel murmurs against your cheek as he peels back the covers. You try to bury your head in the pillows as much as you can to hide from him, hoping he’ll give you five more minutes to sleep since you two were up late last night carving out pumpkins that you insisted on doing. 
“Naah, come on baby we gotta get goin’. Need to look for supplies before it starts to get too cold to go out all the time.” His hands wrap around your warm torso and wiggle you around, biting at your ear gently. 
Joel had been up for hours like typical old men do and he knew you hated being woken up but he had a point. Your medicine supplies were getting low with how many times you’d stabbed your hand with your knife trying to learn how to use it better but that was neither here nor there. 
“Can I just get five more minutes, pleeease?” You whine and try to yank your pink blanket over you that was tucked by your side but Joel already sees your idea and snatches the blanket from your hands before you even get the chance to unfold it. He chuckles and stands up adjusting his jeans, sniffling obnoxiously. 
“No can do, doll. Get up, let’s go.” A hard pat to your ass makes you jolt and groan, finally sitting up to look at him. 
“Seriously, Joel? We have to go right now?” 
He stands between your legs that hang off the side of the bed and you rest your head against his belly, Joel’s hand cupping the side of your face.
“We gotta get movin’ soon, I already let you sleep way later than I was originally going to- you’re welcome by the way. I already packed coffee and snacks because I know your ass would start to bitch and moan about halfway through the trail that you’re hungry.” 
Your brows furrow as you look at him, mouth agape in offense. 
“Excuse me, just because I admit I bitch and moan doesn’t mean you can say it whenever you feel it’s needed.” 
Joel rolls his eyes at you playfully and kisses your forehead before he walks to the open bedroom door. 
“Yeah whatever, get dressed. I’m leavin’ in ten minutes with or without ya.”
Joel shuts the white wooden door and you scratch the back of your head before getting up to find an outfit for the day. 
Naturally you wanted to wear whatever you thought was cute but Joel having you outside so much was teaching you very quickly that comfort comes before cuteness. No low cut shirts today, a sweater and jeans to make him happy and to keep you warm for once. The sweater had tattered spots and a few holes but not enough to make you cold by any means. It just looked a little grungy and Joel noticed right away. 
“Baby, do you have to wear that sweatshirt? It’s got too many holes in it and I don’t wanna hear you tell me you’re cold as soon as we get outside.” His hand meets his hip as he finishes drinking the coffee from his mug. 
You look down and think about it for a second, “I mean…I’ve got somethin’ on under it, I think it’ll be fine. I’ll bring my jacket just in case, it’ll be fine.” You reassure him and grab an apple from the almost empty fruit bowl sitting right next to Joel’s arm. 
His eyes lock onto every moment you make and you can tell he’s slightly annoyed. As you turn around and grab your pack, you look at the door and ask him, “What's the matter now, Joel?” Your taunting tone makes him scoff a little, he comes up behind you and tucks your jacket into the arm loop of your pack. 
“I don’t wanna hear any complaints today, since you’ve got it all figured out, ok?” He spins you around to face him, hands still holding your biceps tightly. 
“Promise.” You give him a cheeky grin and kiss his cheek. He sighs deeply at your attempts to be cute and he walks to the front door to open it for you to head outside. 
With your knife in your pocket and Joel’s guns tucked in the sides of his packs, you two start to make your way to wherever the hell he wants to go. 
Joel never really tells you much about your destinations when you have to go out on supply runs, he just hopes you won’t ask because he knows as soon as he brings up directions, you’ll get lost. 
“So did you have fun carvin’ pumpkins last night? I like the face you made on it, it’s cute.” You ask him while you grab onto his ring and pinky finger, closing your hand around them. 
“Can’t tell ya the last time I carved a pumpkin. Sarah..she hated the inside of pumpkins- never wanted to touch the guts. So I’d empty it out for her and she’d draw where she wanted me to cut it and by golly she’d make some funky faces for them pumpkins.” 
His face wasn’t totally in your eyesight but just by his tone you could hear the smile on his face. You could tell he felt better talking about her, sharing all the memories he had of her. 
“Did she have a favorite Halloween movie?” You ask, catching up to him now so you can see his face. The fog from the river was clearing but it was still gloomy and yet Joel seemed to be shining while he gushed about his daughter.
“She loved Hocus Pocus. Insisted on going as the three sisters, one for each year. I couldn’t get her to turn that movie off, hell she’d watch it year round. Begged me to get a black cat so she can have a “Binx” of her own. What she didn’t know was that I planned to get her one for Christmas the year the outbreak happened…but we never reached December.” 
His voice cracked and he looked down at his boots kicking up leaves. 
“What about you darlin’? Any favorite Halloween movies you had?”
Joel tugs on your sweater sleeve and smiles softly at you while you hesitate to answer. 
“Don’t laugh, but I was into the really bloody, turn your stomach in knots kind of horror movies. Saw, Final Destination, Thirteen Ghosts, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Bride of Chucky, shit like that. Scream is also up there, and even though it's super silly, Elvira: Mistress of The Dark was also my favorite.” He could feel your excitement rushing to your fingertips as you started to remember all the silly shit you used to watch. 
He stops in his tracks and looks at you with shock written all over his face. 
“I find it so hard to believe that Miss Scared of Everything used to watch shit like that. I call bullshit.”
You take two steps forward to him and get close to his face, a smirk written all over your mouth. 
“Just admit you didn’t have me all figured out, it’s okay baby I forgive you.” You taunt and barely kiss his lips. 
Joel grunts as you pull away too quickly for his liking and before you can protest, you’re wrapped up in his arms and held tightly against his chest. His teeth nibble on your earlobe just enough to make you squeal and try to get free. 
“Where you think you’re goin’, baby?” 
The way he says it drives you crazy, in the way you could just eat him up here and now. He had that look in his eye, the same one he had that night he took you by the fireplace, it was passion and lust, like he was falling for you all over again. 
“If you wanna make it back to the cabin before dark, you better let me go and keep it pushing, sir.” 
Sir. It’s one of the many nicknames you have for him that drives the nail in deeper, pushing him to want you more than he did before you got in his face. He likes the fact you don’t back down to him, you match his energy. 
Rightfully so. 
He stares at you for a little too long before letting you slip from his arms, taking his hand once more to continue walking. 
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With hours passed you now and your feet starting to ache, you finally end up in a fairly sized town that Joel found a while ago before he met you, hoping whatever he found would still be here.
There wasn’t much left to rummage through, the houses had been picked apart for years now, glass windows broken out and front doors ripped off the hinges like a stampede used for a pathway. 
“Just over here in the mall, I hid a bunch of stuff away pretty good, I think at least. C’mon girlie, keep up.” With him in front of you leading you to the entrance, you pull your knife out just in case. Joel lets go of your hand and there’s a small pang to your chest but for your own safety he grabs one of his many guns, cocking it to be ready. 
You slip behind the door and hold it open just enough for Joel to squeeze through and your flashlights illuminate what used to be a fun and exciting place. Frozen in time and littered with what it once was, you could almost see how it started out. Benches everywhere, shops with displays still intact and caked with dust, parts of the ceilings knocked out and covering tables with chairs tucked underneath just wishing someone would pull it out and sit at it one last time. 
“Okay-here’s what we’re gonna do, we’re gonna get as much as we can find and hurry up and get the fuck outta here. Don’t wanna spend a lot of time here, do you hear me?” He shines the light right in your eyes, his words short and dry. 
You shrug and raise your eyebrows, “Yes, I hear you.” You push the flashlight out of his hand and he kisses your forehead sweetly before walking on, lighting up his path as much as he can. There was a soft tingle on the back of your neck and it wasn’t the good kind. It was as if something was lurking behind you in a scary dark corner, something you couldn’t see. It took you no time to catch up to him, lightly holding onto his bag as he took calculated steps between the rubble. 
“All those horror movies you watched and yet you still can’t hold your goddamn knife correctly. What did I tell you about holding it like that?” Joel’s shoulders drop as he turns to you, adjusting your hand on your knife. With a scoff and a slight head shake, he was off again and walking towards the pharmacy. You couldn’t help but notice the halloween store across from it, your heart racing as a sliver of normalcy was in your reach. The ginormous pit in your stomach to feel like you were back in your old life, digging through decorations to beg your mom to buy while she looked disgustedly at the skimpy costumes. 
“J-Joel…can we go in there? Please? I just wanna…look.” You must’ve patted his shoulder a dozen times which only granted a stern look and the annoyance so apparent on his face. 
“I’m sorry, were you conscious when I said we are not going anywhere except the pharmacy?” Rude. 
“Yes, thank you. I just wanna look. Twenty minutes tops, please?” Being with Joel tested your patience every single day, you never had to negotiate or handle being told no. 
Not until you met him.
Joel takes a hold of your pack strap, yanking you towards him, “Help me get all this stuff and I’ll think about letting you set foot in there, clear?” His dark eyes glimmer in the faint daylight ripping through the broken ceiling. You try to pull yourself away from his personal space but his eyebrows raise awaiting a response from you. 
“O-kay!” You finally free yourself and stand up, walking straight into the pharmacy. Garbage scattered everywhere and almost empty shelves holding things that weren’t useful in any way. Extending your arm out to run your fingertips against the items, you feel the dust and dirt coating them as you walk down the isles slowly and look for anything you could stash away in your little hideout for the winter. 
Joel dips into the backroom and into a storage closet, climbing on top of a chair to lift the ceiling tile to the side. Put away inside an old duffle bag was bandages, rubbing alcohol, tons of supplies that made up first aid kits, sewing needles and thread in case you have to stitch someone up again, and of course some miscellaneous pills he took from the shelves of medication, knowing exactly what each one was. 
You could hear him rummaging around behind you the further you got from him to look at the back wall full of sunglasses, untouched on the spinning racks of their display. 
A pair catches your eye, gold tinted aviators that just scream 70’s. 
“Joel, come here! You have to try these on!” You tuck the pair for him under your arm and grab the biggest rounded frame you could find, pushing them up the bridge of your nose. 
Shoving the duffle bag onto his broad shoulder, he makes his way to you and his flashlight shines at your feet, up your body slowly until you turn around and show him what you found. 
“I think you need a pair of sunglasses, baby. For when you’re outside workin’, looking all sexy for me.” You tease and carefully put the sunglasses on his face. He shuffles to the side of you and dips down to see his reflection in the mirror, groaning in disgust. 
“No, absolutely not. The hell I look like wearin’ those.” Joel pinches the arm of the eyewear and hands them back with zero interest. 
You tuck them away into your bag anyway and grab the smoke colored square framed pair with rhinestones all over them. He didn’t wait for you like usual as he was already by the doors you entered once before. 
“You get ten minutes and then we’re going back.” He lifts the metal gate just enough for you to slip under and you hold it open for him, letting it thud against the marble floor as he stands up with a slight groan and a rub to his knee. 
The adrenaline was pumping through you, feeling at home once more even if it was just for a split second. 
The VHS tapes covering the walls, toys and costumes everywhere, DVD case covers scattered around your feet. It was everything you wanted and more, to feel like you were who you once were before all of this ripped you from the life you took for granted. 
“See anything you maybe uh…wanna decorate the cabin with?” Joel irrupts from behind you, hand on your hip slightly. You turn to meet his eyes, the innocence in your eyes making him smile. 
“Don’t go crazy, just a few things because we gotta carry it. Just a little bit of stuff to make it feel a little more lived in.” His tone was patient and understanding that this meant a lot to you. 
“Really? You mean that?” The way you kind of didn’t believe he was being serious was enough to warrant a nod from him with a silly look on his face, almost like you offended him. 
“Well let’s go, you got eight minutes.” He smacks your ass again and wiggles it a little before holding his flashlight above your head so you could see where you were walking. 
So much to choose from and not enough time from Joel. You wanted it all. You wanted the movies to feel a little better but you knew he wouldn’t carry the display TV back to the cabin and he would never watch the shit you’d pick out anyway. You settle for two strings of glittery garland that you knew he’d find something to complain about, a few little ceramic ghosts to put in the windows and the pair of cuffs you took out of the package to a cop costume. Kneeling down and slinging your bag off your back, you start to put everything away, until the cuffs jingle against each other. 
“What was that you just put in there?” You look up at Joel and you don’t answer, contemplating if you should play with him or not. His eyes flicked to your lips as he licked his, standing his ground over you with his hands on his hips. 
“Answer me, lil lady.” 
Fuck.
You were made and you knew he would immediately tell you to put them back, that there’s no way he’d let you cuff him to the bedpost and ride him until the sun came up. 
Just as you were about to answer, a clicker busts through the door from the storage closet behind you, growling and clicking as it charges towards you. Joel takes your hand and pulls you off the ground, running for the entrance when one of your sweater holes gets caught on a broken clothing rack and pulls you right from his grasp.
He grunts loudly as the clicker gets closer and closer to you while you tug and try to free yourself but to no avail, your knife fell from your other hand when you got pulled back. 
The squelch of Joel’s knife twisting in the clickers chest catches your wide eyed gaze as you pant and try to scoot away but your boots slip against the trash, the body falling right in front of you. 
It was still squirming and reaching at you, looking you dead in the eye as it grabbed the tip of your shoe. 
Joel’s boot presses against its head to hold it against the floor as he shoots it dead. The grunting and squealing came to a silence while Joel looks over at you, his chest rising fast as he holds out his hand to help you up. 
Clutching his wrist to pull yourself up, you shake off the bits of flesh that got on your boot and you can see his nostrils are flared still, eyes burning with anger. 
“What did I tell you about that goddamn sweater! You almost got yourself fuckin’ killed, jesus christ.” His voice booms as he shakes you a little before pulling you into his embrace. 
Joel catches his breath and pets your hair softly. 
“Baby I’m-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to yell, I’m sorry- are you okay?” 
Your body still shudders against him and you nod in his chest. 
“I’m fine, Joel. Let’s go h-...to the cabin.” It hurt him to hear you stop yourself from saying the cabin was home. You wanted to call it home so badly but the thought of you getting so comfortable with him to the point that you'd call his cabin your home, scared you to fucking pieces. 
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The cabin was dimly lit from what little sunlight you had left and your boots clunked against the wooden porch as you opened the front door to the living room. It was kind of a quiet walk home, not a lot of words shared between you and Joel. He didn’t want to pry and nag about how you were feeling but he wanted to know if you were still mad at him. Some small part of him felt like an ass for yelling at you after he told you he’d work on that but in his defense he was terrified at how close to death you got. 
“You hungry, baby?” He asked as he shucked off his bag and jacket before kicking off his boots. You unlace your shoes and kick them next to his, shaking your head no. 
He sighs deeply, shoulders dropping while his hands go to your waist and pull you into him. 
“I know that’s not true, those snacks were gone before we were even halfway there. Now, tell me what you’re hungry for and I’ll make it for ya…” He rocks you back and forth slowly as he hums softly against your head.
“Spaghetti..maybe? I noticed you had pasta in the cupboard next to the stuff you said wasn’t just for any ol’ meal and..” Joel grabs your face lovingly, the tender touch of the rough man was somehow so calming to you. He tried his best to be delicate with you when he could see you needed it the most but this is Joel Miller, how soft could he naturally be?
“You want spaghetti, we’re gonna eat spaghetti. You can decorate while I get dinner going, how’s that sound, sweet girl?”
His smile grew to match yours and he placed his lips on your forehead before he went to the kitchen to rummage through the cabinets to find all the pots and ingredients he needed. 
Picking up your bag with all of your Halloween decorations stuffed inside you begin to put your ghost figures in small places you know Joel won’t accidentally bump them and knock them over. One in the windowsill by the kitchen sink, one by your side of the bed, and one in Joel’s room by his clock. Peeking around the corner to see where exactly he was and his back was to you while he drained the pasta from the water in the sink, you dip back into his room with the little black cat figurine you took at the last second after he killed the clicker and walked away from you in the heat of the moment. He was frustrated with you but you still took it knowing you’d never be there again and you’d regret never taking it for him.
There it sits on his table tucked right by his clock. It was only a matter of time before he would see it and question why you did something nice for him. Joel couldn��t understand that you wanted to do everything for him. Being with him in this predicament and such a short time made it feel like you’d been there for years, like you could spend the rest of your life here with him. 
“Let’s eat, honey!” He booms from the kitchen and you can heat the plates being set on the table. When you round the corner to face the kitchen, you see the table set with candles of all shapes and widths. This was the most special he’s made you feel yet, besides carving pumpkins with you.
“Cmon, gotta surprise for ya when we’re done eating.” Joel was trying to hide a devilish grin but he was terrible at it, the glass to his lips not being a good shield from your eyes at all. You furrow your brows at him as you sit down hesitantly. What could he have planned that you don’t know about? 
“A surprise? Since when do you do surprises?” Your fork clanks against the plate to scoop up spaghetti, the steam rolling off the top hits your hand and makes you shiver slightly. 
Joel squints playfully and shovels the warm pasta in his mouth to chew thoroughly before answering you lowly, “Yeah alright, keep bein’ a smartass and see what it’ll get you.” His dark eyes glimmered behind the candle flame and you felt that same feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had when you first met him. You were desperate for him at this point and it was almost comical it wasn’t written all over your face. 
The two of you talk about whatever you could think of as you indulge in the best meal you’ve had in months. You could only take so many goddamn stews and soups before it was enough, Joel on the other hand could make anything work for a meal and be fine. 
“Did you wanna put the garland on the railing outside while I clean up this mess?” He chugs down the rest of his water and wipes his mouth with his napkin, looking at you with a hidden agenda. 
“Oh, shit! I forgot about that!” You practically fall out of your chair to get it from your bag and you slip on your boots to go out on the porch. 
“Take a flashlight with you!” Joel yells from his seat and all he sees is your hand reach through the front door to the hall tree that held all your stuff, grabbing your flashlight before shutting the front door once more. 
He chuckles to himself as scratches the back of his head thinking about you and how you always kept him guessing your next move. While you wrapped the orange and black garland around the stair railing, little did you know Joel wasn’t actually doing the dishes. He was in the bedroom unpacking the duffle bag from earlier at the pharmacy, tucking away the pills in the bottom drawer in the bathroom. His backpack was sitting at the end of the couch and he opened it, taking out the one thing you didn’t know he stashed. 
A ghostface mask. 
Just as you stand up and back away to observe the work you did, a tall figure standing on the side of the cabin makes you freeze in your place. Quickly you realize it’s Joel with the way he’s standing and the knife at his side. The corners of your mouth turn up and you walk towards him, tucking your hands behind your back. 
“What the hell are you doing?” You question and tug on his jacket teasingly. 
No answer. 
All he does is cock his head slightly at you with his knife still at his side. 
Your excitement wets your panties and you can feel your fingers going cold but the adrenaline running through your body keeps you warm. 
“Joel seriously, what are you doing?” Your tone is a little more firm this time. 
He raises his arm to point his knife towards the house and he mutters from under the mask, “Run. If I find you, I fuck you. My way.” 
Your jell-o feeling legs stumble backwards to take off towards the house, Joel charging at you in no time. He knew there were only so many hiding spots in the cabin, that was the point. You went for the obvious place but you knew he’d get a laugh at it, under the bed. 
The weight of his boots moved on the porch and the front door swung open widely, smacking the wall behind it. It was seconds after he walked in the cabin that you had to cover your mouth and nose so he couldn’t hear the small pants of breath coming from under the bed. With your feet at the end of where the bed is, you watch closely at the door and soon enough his boots are in your vision. You know he won’t hurt you too much but god damn was your heart racing. 
Joel slowly makes his way to the door frame of the bedroom and he stops abruptly to inspect the room. Slinking his way closer, your eyes follow his every move and when he stops at the end of the bed you knew he knew. 
With a rough yank on your ankles, Joel quickly pulls you out from under the bed and you squeal in excitement. 
“No, no, no please, don’t hurt me.” You protest and he tosses you face first on the bed, ripping your jeans below your ass cheeks. A groan bellows from Joel with a sharp smack to your ass and it sends you whimpering with your head between your arms. 
The cold blade of the knife traces over your lower back and your wiggling reaction earns a chuckle from Joel before the ripping of fabric fills your ears. He cut your fucking panties. Slipping the fabric off of you between your thighs, he couldn’t help but admire the wetness on them. 
A thud hits the headboard and you turn around to see his knife wiggling as he just finished driving it into the wood before he smacks your ass again. 
His rough hand meets the middle of your back and presses down firmly so your ribs lay comfortably on the bed as his free hand unbuckles his belt slowly. 
The only thing you could hear was his belt buckle hitting the wooden floor and the sound of his boots hitting the rug while he simultaneously rubbed his thumb over your aching clit. 
“F-fuck, daddy yes, I need you inside me please.” You try to claw at him but he just shoves you down on the bed again. Joel lifts the mask up momentarily to spit on your asshole, eagerly watching it drip down over your entrance and through your sticky sweet folds. 
He whips out his long hard cock to slap your asshole with the tip and he snickers as he sees you tense up thinking he’s going to fuck your ass. 
“Not yet, baby. Now…stay still for daddy, yeah? Be a good pretty girl for me.” He groans as he slips inside your pussy. You can hear his thick breathing and cussing reverberate off the mask and it makes you spread your legs further apart, wanting to please him in any way you can. 
There was no easing into it, Joel’s hands grab your wrists and pin them against your back before his hips begin slamming against you harshly. When Joel got to have his way with you, he wasn’t gentle with it. All the pent up frustration you gave him was taken out on you this way and it had the opposite effect, it only made you act out more. 
Joel’s grunts with every thrust inside you, his hands squeeze your wrists tighter and tighter the hornier he gets. Your pussy clenches around his cock in excitement and you squeal out a slew of his name mixed with curse words, too mumbled for him to decipher what you said. 
“Fuck, you’re such a good little angel wrappin’ around my cock like that- ohh shit.” He hisses and your arm falls to your side, Joel’s hand wrapping around your throat roughly. You cry out as you can feel the head of his cock bumping your cervix and Joel puts his right foot on the bed to get a better angle on you, his hips never stopped moving. 
With his thick fingers squeezing every bit of air out of you, he growls in your ear, “You like when daddy plays rough with you like the nasty little girl you are?” He chuckles and squeezes harder around your throat so you can’t answer. 
You close your eyes as the roll back with lust and your body begins to shake underneath him, his cock still ramming into you and making your head spin. 
“I wanna-oh my goddd-come for you daddy, please. Let me come, please-I can’t-god..fuuck.” You choke out and he goes faster, slamming into you so hard the bed squeaks with every thrust. 
“Aww, you wanna come all over my cock, honey? Show me how good you are and come, right fuckin’ now.” Joel’s voice vibrates against your ear before he stands up straight and grabs onto your hips to keep himself steady as he fucks you as hard as he can. 
It was almost as if the Earth stopped spinning and everything hit all at once. You fell flat on the bed as you screamed his name, trying to wiggle away from him but it was no use. Joel pins your hips down and continues at you, groaning louder as his cock twitches inside you. 
“God damn, that’s a good girl-oh fuck.-Gonna make daddy fill up that pretty little pussy of yours, baby. Bet you’d like that huh? Goin’ to sleep with my cum inside you.” He mutters through his teeth as his jaw clenches, his head tilting back. 
You try to shove him away as you shake from the overwhelming feeling on your pussy but he’s too far into it to stop. He needs to get himself off inside you if it’s the last thing he does.
A few spanks to your ass and a couple squeezes to your tits, Joel’s breath becomes heavier as he empties his balls deep in you. 
He cusses loudly and grabs your ass for dear life as his knees go weak with each string of cum he shoots. Joel’s cock goes soft inside you and he pulls out slowly, seeing the cum already threaten to spill from your aching hole. As you lay there dizzy and so fucked out, he sits beside you and gives a little pat to your ass, taking off the ghostface mask and giving it a toss to the floor. 
Neither one of you says a word for a few minutes until you finally get the energy to lazily sit up and look at him. 
“Can you fuck me like that from now on, please?” you ask breathlessly and he looks at you in awe. 
“Come here.” Joel whispers and his hand grabs the back of your head gently, pulling you into a passionate kiss. 
“Let’s go take a bath.” You mumble on his lips and leave him sitting there on the bed. 
“Happy fuckin’ Halloween to me. God damn.” He says to himself with a grin and walks to the bathroom.
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Crush: noun
1: an intense and usually passing infatuation.
also: the object of infatuation
Puppy love: noun
1. intense but relatively shallow romantic attachment, associated with adolescents.
"I said" He huffs "I'm gonna marry you!" A tiny blush adorned his cheeks after he said it.
"Tell you what." You start, grabbing his hand and leading him back to the couch. "When you become the number one hero, I'll marry you." You giggle.
Ao3/ Masterlist
Bakugou x Reader x Izuku- childhood friends to lovers
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General warnings for series: Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Love Triangles, Reader Is Older, Fluff, SO MUCH FLUFF, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Angst, and they were ROOMMATES!, Flashbacks, Childhood Memories, Rough Sex, Manhandling, Exploration of Kinks, Sexual Tension, Pet Names, Praise Kink, Blood and Injury, Domestic Fluff, Dom/sub-Dynamics, Polyamory, Threesome - F/M/M, Drunken Flirting
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You remember the day you met them like it was permanently burned into your brain. It was the start of summer, and Your family was moving to Musuatafu because your dad got a promotion at work. The only problem with that was that your entire family had to pick up and move, for his new job. You had to leave behind all your friends and your aunt and cousins. You left the house you grew up in for most of your life, all because your dad got a new job.
You sulked the entire time as you slammed stuff into boxes in your room. Huffing and puffing like a wounded animal, you didn't want to leave any of it behind. You even sat down and cried when you had to take down your beloved posters and drawings off the wall. Seeing your room looks so bare brought out a sadness you didn't know how to deal with.
As the movers came and started lugging boxes out of the house and your room. you sat in the corner of your bare room, just completely lost.
Even after the house was packed and you were forced into the backseat of the car. You couldn't get over the fact you were leaving everything you knew behind.
You were silent and working through your wide array of emotions during the car ride. You could hear your parents happily chatting away in the front of the car over the earphones you had on. You were blasting some cringy overly emotional song. Saying your last goodbyes to your old life.
You don't exactly remember how long of a drive it was, but when your family finally rolled up to the new house. You didn't bother to look at it. You just wanted to find a place away from everyone so you could sulk some more. Once the car finally stopped you pull yourself from the backseat with a huff. Opening your door, letting it slam behind you.
You wanted to show out even just a little bit, just so your parents knew you weren't happy or would ever be happy here. As you rounded the car, that was the first time you ever saw them. A group of kids, much younger than you playing across the street. And they had all stopped playing. Just long enough to watch your family pile out of the green car your parents owned. There were maybe five or six pairs of eyes on you as you glance over at them.
You didn’t give them much thought though, as you stomp your way into the house, leaving your parents behind. The door was unlocked and you shucked your bag off your shoulders as soon as you passed the threshold. You figured now would be the best of times to scope your new home out. But you make a point to show your parents the things you hated about it.
The kitchen was much bigger than the one at home, it looked newer too. High ceilings and a lot of natural light from the big windows. You walk around the empty house for a while, just taking it all in. You wanted to hate everything about it. But it looked like your parents were telling the truth when they said that the house was bigger. And you would have so much more room. Wondering upstairs you find two bedrooms. You already found your parent's room downstairs behind the kitchen.
They told you that you would have the upstairs all to yourself, so you got to pick whichever room you wanted. Hanging a left you find yourself standing in the middle of the larger of the two bedrooms. It had a bathroom attached to it. You also had two large windows pointing out towards the front of the house. Watching out the window you see your parents as they usher in the moving truck, happy looks on their faces. You also see the small gathering of kids as they are saying goodbye to each other. Most of the kids are gone now, but two little blonde and green-haired kids stay behind. They were kicking a ball back and forth, laughing loudly in the front yard of the house across the street.
They couldn’t be more than five or six, but they seemed to be good friends. You watch them for a while as they yelled and kicked the ball, eventually growing tired of the game. They talk excitingly among themselves. Before happily running from the front yard and down the street, to where you didn’t know.
Now that your sole form of entertainment had vanished you decide to sit in the middle of the room. You were over-sulking at this point, it didn’t matter what you thought about anything. You were going to be stuck here for the foreseeable future. Going to a new school, having to make new friends. Your whole life had to start over, and you finally let the bubble of anxiety that had been sitting in your gut erupt.
You had never been good at making friends, to begin with. It took you up until the third grade to meet your best friend. She was just as shy and weird as you were. But you two instantly bonded over the latest boy band and the new book you both bought at the book fair. Probably the worst part about moving was leaving her behind.
Neither of you was exactly social, to begin with. That's why when you found each other that was it, that was all the friendship you needed. You had an endless amount of sleepovers. And days of lounging around reading. Fangirling over various boys you thought were cute. You missed her already and it hadn’t even been a full day yet. You both promised to text and call each other as much as you could.
Your mother’s voice calls you out of your sad thoughts.
“Honey, the movers wanna know where you want your stuff!” She calls from downstairs.
With a bit of reluctance, you pull yourself from the floor and walk to the stairs. Your mother was smiling happily at you from the bottom.
“I picked the left room,” You say, trying to make yourself seem upset still.
“OK, ill let them know,” She says turning around but stopping mid-way to look back at you. “Oh by the way we met the neighbors, and they invited us over for dinner! So unpack what you can and we will worry about the rest later ok?”
Oh great, just what you needed right now. To spend the entire day unpacking your stuff and then you have to be social for the sake of your parents.
But that is exactly what you end up doing. A group of burly men start bringing an endless amount of boxes up to your room. And by the time they were done, you had pointed to the area where you wanted your bed to be. They had set up everything that you weren't capable of doing as a preteen. And you spent the majority of the day frustrated that you had to unpack all of your beloved things. And find new spaces for them. You had to admit though you had a lot more room for your books and figures. Your parents bought you a new desk to do your homework at and you were excited to finally sit down and be able to use it.
Time flew by and before you know it your mother was calling you downstairs. So you could leave to walk across the street together. You hadn’t even realized it was close to dinner. You were far too focused on getting everything in your room to look the way you wanted it to. You didn’t bother to fix your hair or change clothes, you really didn’t feel the need to impress the neighbors.
Meeting your mom and dad by the front door the three of you make your way across the street to meet your new neighbors. Your dad was the one who knocked on the door. A few moments later a friendly-looking man opened the door, greeting all of you. He invited you all in with a warm smile and introduction.
You met his wife a few moments later. She came out of the kitchen with an apron over her clothes and a friendly smile on her face. She was pretty, her hair and eyes sticking out to you the most. That, and she was loud!
So loud in fact that you winced at the volume she used. You assumed she had to be used to yelling and that was just her natural volume anymore. Your parents shake hands and they depart into groups. Your dad follows the man and your mother walks into the kitchen behind the blond woman.
You didn’t know what you should do, so you followed your mom and the other woman. Their home from what you could see was big and bright. High ceilings like your new home, with a minimalist interior design. Sitting yourself down at the counter you watch as your mom picks up a knife and starts to help with the food prep. And the two women carried on in a conversation you were too confused to follow.
“If you want you can watch tv in the living room, I know you are probably bored out of your mind.” The blonde woman says to you over her shoulder.
You found out as your mother and she talked that her name was Mitsuki, her husband's name Masaru. And they had a son named Katsuki, who was still out playing with one of his friends. He was a little kid she said he just turned six a few months ago, but his quirk was already stupidly powerful.
Both she and her husband were in the fashion industry, and they only had one child. But they were a happy family, very loud but happy.
You nod your head at her and slip off the high chair you were seated on. Making your way back to the living room. You could still see your mom from the spot you chose at the end of the couch so you felt safe enough.
You sigh and don't bother to turn on the TV, instead you pull out your phone and start to read. That was your favorite hobby out of everything you had ever tried. It comes easy for you to become lost in whatever fantasy world you decided to read about. Slaying dragons and fighting in big battles, you loved it all. The book you currently were reading was a first for you. This one actually had a little bit of romance in it between the main heroine and the villain. Stuck on opposite sides of a war they didn't want, only to slowly fall in love with each other.
You fell in love with the book from the start. And once you found out it was an entire series you immediately begged your parents to let you buy all the books. Your mom said no. But your dad offered to let you do chores and other things around the house to earn the money to buy them yourself.
And you jumped at the chance to get the series as fast as you could.
You don't know how long you sat there reading away, completely lost in your book. But when the front door crashed open and a set of small boys ran through the door. A shorter green haired woman followed shortly behind and shut the door behind her.
They were the same two little boys you watched from your window earlier in the day.
They both ran past you until their chaperone said hello to you. As you gave her a shy hello back, was when the two boys stopped to look at you. Both of their big eyes were staring at you like you just grew a second head.
They take a mixture to process the new person in the room, looking at each other and then back at you. From what you were told they were only semi-feral and quite a lot to handle. But from the looks of them, they seemed almost shy.
The thought made you giggle.
They eventually figured out that you were OK, and left to play until dinner was ready. The loud blonde woman called the two boys from where ever they were. You walked in and sat down at the dining room table, waiting for everyone else to fill in the empty spaces around you.
The evening was filled with laughter and stories. Everyone but you engaged in the conversation. You didn't have much to add to the adults telling stories of their youth. And the two young boys were caught up in their own conversation.
You enjoyed the fact though that you were being left alone. You didn't mind that you were being left out of the conversation. Until the green-haired woman asked you a question.
Oh no, she wanted to know about you.
Your mother bless her. She knew how bad your social anxiety was, so she talked for you. She told them about how you were twelve, the fact that you were quirkless, and a few other facts that you seem to forget.
The night went by fast after that. All the parents were still in the kitchen, cleaning up the night's festivities. And your curiosity got the better of you.
You were told if you wanted to you could go play with the two boys, that they were upstairs in Katsuki's room. So that's what you did, you walked up the flight of stairs and entered the bedroom of the blonde boy.
They were right in the middle of the room with their action figures. Making explosion noises and zooming around. It was cute and made you wish that you had siblings to play with when you were that age.
"H, hi." The little green-haired boy says.
Looks like they finally noticed you standing in the doorway.
"Hello." You greet both of them.
You made your way into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the child-sized bed. Covered in Allmight merchandise. The pillows, comforter, and even the posters on the wall were of the number one hero.
"I'm Izuku, and this is Kacchan!" The green-haired boy says with a bit more confidence.
"My name's Katsuki! Stop being a nerd Deku!" The blond hair boy finally speaks up, yelling at the other boy.
It was cute how they had nicknames picked out for each other already. It reminded you of your own friendship with your best friend.
"It's nice to meet both of you." You offer them.
It was a quick exchange as you tell them your name and how old you were. They were surprised that you were twice their age. They never had an older kid want to hang out with them before, or so you were told.
You sat back and watch them as they played. Both of them jumping around at max energy, it was making you dizzy! Soon enough though you watched as their excited mood turned into a sleepy one. Big loud yawns came from their tiny little mouths.
And soon enough all three of your moms show up at the door. It was time for them to go to bed and you were feeling drained as well. As you say your goodbyes and start to head for the front door. Katsuki’s mother calls your name.
"You want a summer job?" She asks.
Of course, you did! You hadn't had a chance yet to do any chores around the house to earn the money for your books.
"What do you want me to do?" You ask a little too excited.
"Think you can handle the brats?"
They didn't seem like it would be too hard to do.
"Sure!"
"They are out for the summer, and they seem to like you which is rare for them.” She laughs as she walks you and your parents out.
“Ok. when do you want me to start?”
“Tomorrow sound ok?”
“I can do that!”
And that was exactly how you found yourself becoming the full-time babysitter. To two rambunctious boys. Each morning you woke up and made your way over to Katsuki’s house. His mother even gave you a key so you didn’t have to knock after a week. Izuku’s mom dropped him off an hour after you got there, and You tried your best to be a good babysitter.
You started making lunches for them. Your mom showed you easy things that you could make that any kid would love. And eventually, you all fell into a rhythm. You let them lead how the day went. If they wanted to go out and explore you followed them. On long walks through the wooded areas of the neighborhood. Down to the river and even to the fair they were having in town.
You spent your days feeding them and making sure they didn’t get hurt. You even had to fight off a group of fifth graders one day. In the short time, you took to run to the restroom. Katsuki had found himself in the middle of a fight with a kid almost as tall as you. Izuku, bless him was trying to reason with the other kids but he was failing.
You jumped in as soon as you saw Katsuki get pushed to the ground. Running up and shoving the kid that shoved him. Yelling at the top of your lungs for them to leave them alone. It worked. Once they saw that the two boys had someone bigger and scarier than them they fled back to where ever they came from.
You turned to see poor Izuku crying, making his way over to Katsuki to help him off the ground. Katsuki on the other hand was trying his best to hold in the tears he said he didn’t have. Even though you could see the fat tears already streaking down his face. You give them both a look over to make sure they didn’t get hurt too badly. Before you take both of their hands and lead them back home.
It was there that you wiped away their tears. Putting the bright-colored Allmight bandages on the bloody knee Katsuki had. And one on the scratch on Izuku’s arm. You petted them and tried your best to make them feel better.
And it worked.
It went on like this for years. Every time they needed a babysitter they always begged for you. You went to every sleepover and every school event they had. Even as you made your way into high school, the two never let you have a moment's rest.
The first time you got a boyfriend, you thought poor Katsuki was going to have a stroke. It was one of the normal Saturday nights that you had to watch the boys, while the adults went out for the night. You, Izuku, and Katuski were sat up on the couch ready for a movie marathon.
That was until there was a knock at the door.
You cleared it with Mitsuki first of course. But she said you could have your boyfriend come over for a couple of hours. Since you weren’t going to get a date night in. You hugged your boyfriend as soon as you opened the door, letting him slide in.
And it wasn’t even a minute later that Katsuki was standing by your side angry as all hell. His palms sparked from his quirk, and he had the nastiest look on his face. And poor Izuku? Well, he was sitting on the couch afraid to come any closer. He knew all too well how his hotheaded friend could get.
You created monsters by babying them so much.
It took you almost a full hour before Katsuki relented with his mission to kill. You had to explain to him that just because he was there didn’t mean that you weren't going to spend time with them. You still had a movie and pizza waiting.
You all were gathered around the couch eating dinner and watching the movie. And everything was going great. Izuku sat on your left side, and Katsuki worked his way to sit between you and your boyfriend.
He claimed it was because he didn't want to sit next to Izuku. But he couldn't hide the jealousy very well on his chubby ten-year-old face. He hadn't learned how to mask his emotions and he was far too easy to read. It was fine though because you knew very well just how jealous the little ash-blonde could be. He would rather die than admit it though.
Everything was going great. The movie was keeping everyone occupied and they were happy now that they had food. But all that changed as soon as you felt the hand of your boyfriend touch your shoulder. You glance over Katsuki’s head to see your boyfriend working his long arm around the back of the couch. And around your shoulders.
This was the first time you had any quality time with your boyfriend. The thought that he wanted to cuddle closer to you sent butterflies to your stomach. And you were soaking up the quiet display of affection like a sponge.
That was until Katsuki turned his head towards you and saw the mystery hand on your shoulder. He whipped his head to glare at your boyfriend. Even going as far as to shove him throwing out a few curses as he pushed the taller male.
Your boyfriend looked annoyed at the kid sandwiched between you. Before he threw up his hands in mock defeat. He quickly retreated back to his side of the couch and didn’t try to touch you again after that. You were kinda upset over the fact that you didn’t even so much as look at you the rest of the night. Your boyfriend really let himself get bullied by a kid!
You had to sit sandwiched between two of your favorite people. And your poor boyfriend was left to fend for himself at the end of the couch. At least Izuku was polite enough to not try and blow your boyfriend up or yell at him. No, he sat perfectly content nuzzled into your side. But you knew he was enjoying the chaos that Katsuki had caused.
He was timid that much was evident. But once you got to know him and saw past the initial shyness he had…The kid was fucking feral.
Well, semi-feral. He still held himself back a lot, but he defiantly learned a thing or two along the way from Katsuki. But despite all that he was the sweetest boy ever. You had never known someone quite like him. He always asked how you doing, if you could make that strawberry tart thing he loved. And once a week he brought you something. It was never anything that was important really. Just last week he brought you a drawing he made of Allmight and a single dandelion. It was all bent and wilted by the time it made it into your hand, but you loved it all the same.
Both of the boys were different, yet almost the exact same. While Katsuki was loud and sometimes vulgar, Izuku was quiet and emotional. How they ever managed to become friends you still didn’t know. But it was clear that they had a deep bond even at their young age.
That failed date night. While you cringed at the memory, to begin with also held one of the cutest and sappy little memories you had.
By the time the movie was over and the credits were rolling, Izuku was passed out on your side. His head was in your lap and Katsuki looked almost just as out of it. Pressed up against your side as you held your arm around him for support. You were hoping for just a moment alone with your boyfriend. But you had the sneaking suspension that Katsuki was forcing himself to stay awake. At least until your boyfriend left.
And you were right.
As soon as he stood up, and you followed Katsuki was right on your tails. With a bit of reluctance, you show your boyfriend to the door, standing just inside of it as he steps out. It was a little awkward with your tiny shadow following you. But you at least wanted to apologize for the ruined night. You both shuffled awkwardly as you said your goodbyes. He also said it wasn’t a big deal and that he would make up for it another night.
He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and you closed the door, looking down at an angry Chubby-faced Katsuki. His hands were balled into fists and his face was turning red. You sigh loudly before bending your knees and squatting down to be at his eye level. He muttered something under his breath as you took his hand in yours. He really was a jealous one.
"What was that Kacchan?" You asked.
You wanted to know what he had said. You didn’t want to be like everyone else that ignored the things your boys had to say. Just because they were younger than you. You pull him closer and he shakes his head a closes his eyes. Almost like he was trying to mentally give himself a pep talk.
"I said," He says with a huff "I'm gonna marry you!" A tiny blush adorned his cheeks after he said it.
Honestly? It was probably the sweetest thing he had ever said. He wasn’t one for being nice or saying sweet things often. But you couldn’t help to let your heart melt at his little confession. You really didn’t try to pick favorites. But the blonde little gremlin in front of you was always the one who ended up getting most of your attention. He was the loudest, and always mad.
So of course you gave him the attention he was desperately begging for. He wasn't good with his emotions like Izuku was. He lashed out and got angry, and it took a lot for him to apologize to anyone. But he tried to act better when you came into the picture. You like to think it was because you helped show him that it was ok to not be ok sometimes. Just like you had to teach Izuku that sometimes it was ok to fight back. He didn’t have to take bullying from anyone, even if it was Katsuki.
“Tell you what,” You say after a moment.
You stand up and lead Katsuki back to the couch, letting him pick his spot. As you sit down you pull Izuku so his head is back in your lap. And Katsuki uses the little space left to lay his head down on your other leg. Once he was settled you take the blanket off the back of the couch and throw it over him. Izuku had already taken the first blanket you had brought over. And immediately wrapped himself up in it and refused to share, even with you.
“When you become the number one hero, I'll marry you." You giggle softly.
“Promise?” he asked with a yawn.
“I promise,” You assured him.
“But I wanna marry her too Kacchan.” Izuku pips up, still sounding mostly asleep.
That caused you to giggle a little harder. No matter what they were going to fight about something.
“Ok, whoever makes it to number one gets to marry me ok? Now go to sleep.”
It was an impossible task, you knew that. While you didn’t keep up with mainstream media, you knew all too well how the hero world worked. Your parents both worked in the support field and were surrounded by heroes all day every day. They loved to talk about how over-saturated the hero world had become. It was hard for new people to move up into the top one thousand ranks, let alone become number one.
You couldn’t bare to break their hearts when they told you they wanted to become heroes. You wanted to let them believe it for as long as they could. Poor Izuku was quirkless, and Katsuki was far too headstrong, even with a powerful quirk like he had. You just hope that when the day came they didn’t take it too hard, it was their shared dream after all.
Plus in a few years, they will start to notice girls, start dating and find someone to settle down with. You were just the first girl that came along that was cool enough to be included in their little club. And you held that title with pride!
You hit the button on the remote and start a new movie. Something light and quiet so the boys would go to sleep. Plus it let you have a minute to relax after the stress of the week. As the movie starts to play you still think about how eventually they are going to grow up. Most likely forget all about you. And while it made you a little sad you knew things wouldn’t stay like this forever. You eventually had to finish school and go off to college.
So who was really going to be leaving who behind?
You had dreams and goals of your own you wanted to achieve too, just like they did. You wanted to be a writer, spending your days typing away at your computer. Drinking your coffee and building worlds and stories for other people to enjoy. You ached for the moment when your life would allow you to be a famous author. falling in love with the way that people fell in love with the words you painstakingly wrote out. You wanted to see your name plastered in a bookstore, and be able to sign copies of your work. Watch as people excitedly asked you questions about the lore you created.
That’s why you gave them as much of your time right now. Because you knew you wouldn’t always be around forever to protect them. Plus it’s not like they were going to need you to stick around forever, they were growing up and so were you. Life was bound to eventually separate you from your tiny companions.
You just hoped that they didn’t forget about all the fun the three of you had along the way.
And they hadn’t so far. By the time you made your way into college, you were completely swamped with schoolwork. Not to mention the part-time job you acquired. You were barely even able to make it home for the holidays. Fearing that you wouldn’t be able to get the time off of work or that you would fall behind in school.
But you dropped everything on the day Izuku called you. Telling you that their school was holding a sports festival.
By some miracle, Both Izuku and Katsuki had made it into the famous UA. The school for the elite and the next generation of heroes. You weren’t surprised really by Katsuki getting in, he had a strong quirk and he was a nerd when it came to school. He studied hard and fought even harder. You expected him to do great in everything because that was how he already lived his life. Like he was already just that good.
Izuku on the other hand was a different story. You don’t know exactly how but he managed to find a quirk for himself and had made it into the school by the skin of his teeth. You refused to tell you where this mysterious quirk came from, just that he was going to use it to become number one. You were so sure that you remember his mother crying because she found out he was quirkless. That was most of the reason he was bullied as a kid.
But here you were. Standing outside of this massive stadium on a day when you had a full set of classes you skipped. And you had already called in for your shift at the coffee shop. Because you were here to see your boys fight! It had been a long time since you last got to see them anyway, and missing one day wasn’t going to kill you.
So when you got that call you made a promise to them both that you would be there, no matter what. But here you were falling into the massive ever-growing sea of people. Eager to see the new batch of baby heroes in training.
Making your way through the crowd you pull out your phone and send Izuku a text that you are at the entrance. You are pretty sure he didn’t even read the full text before he replied to you. Letting you know that the family could meet with everyone. Before the festival started. He gave you detailed instructions on where to go and where they were.
You follow his instructions down to the letter. Taking the left turn at the third staircase, walking all the way to the back and up another set of stairs. It was a good thing you wore your sundress and sneakers. Because you were already burning alive from the heat outside. As you look down at your phone for the last part of the directions you hear a rough voice call out to you from above.
“About time you showed up bookworm.”
As you look up you see the spiky blond locks of Katsuki casually leaning against the railing from above. He wasn’t looking at you but he had his phone in his hand trying to act casual. Not even a moment later a tuft of unruly green hair appeared at his side. And leaning over was Izuku with the biggest grin on his face.
“You’re here!”
You wave excitedly at your boys as you make quick work of sprinting up the final set of stairs and smile. Katsuki was the closest one to you and while he looked annoyed when you pulled his arm and hugged him. He did wrap his arms around you and squeeze you tight to him. When you finally manage to pull away you lean up and place a kiss on his forehead, just like you always did.
The only problem now was that he was as tall as you were, so you had to stand on your tiptoes to be able to pull it off. You could tell though that he was soaking the attention up. Even if he looked like he was one moment away from yelling at you.
As soon as you pulled yourself away from Katsuki, Izuku was quick to tackle you. Throwing himself into your arms and wrapping himself around you. He was still shorter than you, but not by much. You didn’t think they would have grown that much in such a short amount of time. Not to mention look like actual teenagers!
It was blowing your mind just how much bigger they both were since the last time you saw them. It had only been almost seven months. But here they were both bigger, taller, and looking just like mini-adults.
Probably the same way you looked when you were their age. Not that there was much of an age gap, to begin with, you were only six years older. It only seemed like a big difference when you were kids. You were the cool twelve-year-old back then. That had two wild little six-year-olds following you everywhere.
You do the same thing to Izuku that you did to Katsuki, you pull yourself up and kiss the top of his head. This was probably going to be one of the last times that you would physically be able to if they kept growing.
"I'm so glad that you were able to make it!" Izuku said happily, a slight blush adorning his cheeks
"School can wait, I wanted to see you two!" You replied happily.
Still ever-present and jealous you shared your attention was Katsuki. Leaning against the stair rail looking annoyed.
"Thought I told you that you didn't have to come if you had school?" He said a bit of anger in his tone.
"And I thought I told you to not worry about it!" You sigh as you stand back and look at your boys. "Besides I'm excited to see what you two have been up to since I've been gone."
"Yeah, one day isn't going to hurt anyone Kacchan," Izuku says.
"Yeah Kacchan, lighten up!" You giggle as you say his nickname.
Instantly his face becomes red, and you mentally start counting down from five. Waiting for him to start yelling. You don't know why but he hated the nickname, or so he claimed. But it had been used so much that you almost forgot he had an actual real name. Plus he still called Izuku Deku all the time. Not to mention the endless list of nicknames he had for you.
"Don't call me that you idiots," He barks at the two of you.
"I'm sorry Suki, come on show me around before I have to go find my seat." You say sweetly to the blond.
"Tsk. Fine but don't take forever, I'm not gonna wait on you." He says pushing himself away from the guard rail and started walking away.
You followed them around as they took you to a room full of other students. They introduced you to their classmates. Well, Izuku did most of the introductions, Katsuki told you the names he had picked out for them instead.
They were all so funny to see. Dressed in their training uniforms, excited for the day's events. Both of your boys even had their own tiny clique of friends, you loved to see it.
You were so happy to see them finally blossoming into such amazing people. You hadn't gotten to see this new part of their life yet, and you wanted to know every little detail they would tell you.
You spent a good hour talking and laughing with the group of teens. Before you were ushered away by a tall dark-haired man. Who Izuku told you was their teacher and that it was Eraserhead. He even pulled out one of his old notes books and showed you the very detailed entry he had on the hero and teacher.
You somehow managed to learn more about him in the five minutes Izuku rambled on. Than you ever thought one person could. The only thing that you really remember was that while he looked exhausted he was kinda cute.
You had a thing for the dark and broody kind of guys, but at least he was great with kids right?
Eventually, though you had to leave, the festival was about to start and you still didn't know where your seat was. It took you some time to finally squeeze past all the people but you found your seat. It was the area where friends and family got to sit, to watch the events.
You had a front-row view of everything. From the race to the caverily battle. The worst part for you though was when Katsuki stood on the stage and declared he was going to win.
He didn't exactly say it with any kind of grace, and the crowd instantly booed at him. But you were a supportive friend and you forced yourself to cheer. He would have never heard you anyway over the loud area but it made you feel better to know you tried.
And you lied the worst part wasn't his speech, no it was watching the actual fights. Those poor kids beat the living hell out of each other. And it went on for hours. And each time you saw one of the students you had met earlier in the day defeated you felt horrible.
Even Izuku had managed to get his ass kicked and was out for the rest of the games. You were horrified to find out just how many bones he broke while he learned to use his newfound power.
The one person who had managed to fight and win each round was Katsuki. Each opponent he took on met defeat by his explosive hands. And while it was clear he wasn't a crowd favorite, you rooted for him anyway. Loudly yelling and jumping as he claimed Victory.
You lost it though when he actually won the whole damn thing, just like he said he would. He wasn't happy about it, but he won.
Poor boy, they had to chain him up and muzzle him as he was awarded his medal. His idol talked to him and attempted to put the medal around his neck. You knew that at least a little bit of him on the inside was excited. That his favorite hero was there to congratulate him.
They both were Allmight fanboys.
After the award ceremony was over the crowd slowly started to dwindle. You tried but failed to find your way back to your meeting spot. You got turned around and somehow found yourself back outside of the stadium.
It didn't take long for them to find you. Izuku bundled up in an arm splint and Katsuki still looked about two seconds away from Exploding.
"I'm so proud of both of you!" You said once they were close enough. "You both did so well!"
"Whole thing was a fucking joke." Katsuki’s gruff voice calls out.
"It wasn't that bad Kacchan, you won right?" Izuku said, turning to the blonde.
They were about two seconds away from starting another argument. So you tried to diffuse the situation before it blew up.
"I'm starving! Do you want to get something to eat before I have to leave?" You asked looming to them.
It worked. They never got the chance to start fighting, they had a new plan now that meant they had to feed you.
You walked along the sidewalk between them, Katsuki was taking you to a ramen shop he found. He said it was small but the food was good and he also didn't want to hear any complaints about it.
So you didn't say anything. You just patiently followed him until you arrived. It was peaceful despite the high intensity of the day. Walking with your two favorite people, while the sun was slowly starting to set on the horizon. It left the world around you basking in a golden light, the clouds a mix of deep purple and pink. You liked to think they needed this too. No pressure from their intense hero training or school work to worry about. Just like you, you needed time to relax, to spend just one day away from work and school.
So you lived in the moment, for the short amount of time you had left with them.
Once you finally arrived at the little ramen shop Katsuki opens the door for you but refused to hold it for Izuku. The small silent argument they were having seemed to still be going on, whatever it was.
You take a seat making sure to leave a stool open on either side of you. And just like always Katsuki sat on your right and Izuku took up your left. You also didn't get to pick what you wanted because Katsuki ordered for the three of you.
You didn't mind one bit though, you were just glad that you were finally able to spend some time with them. So much had changed in such a short amount of time and you weren't sure you were OK with it. And you felt like moments like these were falling through your fingers.
You didn't want to see you all fall apart. You wanted to be able to support them throughout their lives. But it seems like they were already headed in a direction you could never catch up to.
"Get out of your head idiot and eat," Katsuki says bumping your shoulder with his.
As you stir your ramen and start to eat you try to convince yourself that you could keep up. Sure it might take extra work on your part, but you wanted to be included in their lives. They were basically your best friends, even if they were still goofy and rowdy teenagers.
No matter what you would make sure that you supported them.
"I just miss you guys is all." You say after taking a small bite of your food.
"We haven't gone anywhere idiot," Katsuki deadpans, stirring his ramen.
You watch as the milky brother slowly starts turning a violent red. Making you giggle at just how hot that was going to taste. You didn't miss the way the tips of his ears turned pink at the sound of your soft laughter.
"We may not get to see you as often but we miss you too," Izuku says bumping your shoulder lightly.
"Just don't forget about me when you become big famous heroes." You laugh looking between them.
They were doing it, setting that childhood dream into motion. And you couldn't be more proud of them.
"As if we could get away from you. Been following us around for years now."
"Oh? Is that so?" You laugh. "Funny I think I have plenty of pictures to prove otherwise Suki. " You wink at him.
He was quick to ignore your comeback and instead stuffed a pile of noodles into his mouth. And you watched his entire face heat up, turning a bright pink around his cheeks. And you couldn’t help but chastise him lightly for ordering his noodles too spicy.
But all that caused him to do was stuff more of the fiery food into his mouth. And you only look on as his face becomes steadily redder.
And it was those memories that kept you going sometimes. Looking back on it all now it gave you hope in rough times. Especially the rough times you were having sitting in your boss's office as he berates you. You really hadn’t meant to let your coworker's comments bother you as bad as they had. But they were when you heard them talking bad about your boys you couldn’t help yourself. They didn’t know them as you did, but the assumptions they had were completely off. You only meant to correct them you never meant to start an argument.
You hated this job anyway, it was a boring office job in the middle of the city. Unfortunately, your dream of being a writer was a pipe dream. Being a writer without some kind of following wasn’t easy. You had tried your hardest all throughout college to write and publish works. But nobody wanted to give you a chance. Publishers weren't willing to give a nobody a shot.
And that’s exactly what you were a nobody in the literary field, a nobody.
So, you had no choice but to accept a job here. Your boss was an ass, and the hours were long. But it did afford you the money to be able to pay your bills, even if you were miserable you had to have a job that paid. You still wrote all the time and spent countless amount of hours. Prompting yourself on various forums and fiction sites. but you had yet to find the golden ticket to becoming a famous author. You had a small following now, but even that wasn’t anything close to what you needed to write full time.
And that's how you ended up here, in your dead-end job. Sitting in your boss's office about to receive a write-up for your little spat.
“I thought we had a discussion about this already. Personal matters are to be just that. Personal, we don't discuss topics like this in the workplace." Your boss was talking to you.
"But sir!" You started before he cut you off.
"I've had time to look over your work history with us. And it looks like over the past year your work has started to decline. I run a tight ship here, and I can't have any slackers stalling progress."
This was it he was going to fire you. I mean it wasn't exactly a surprise to you. You Hated this job. It was boring, mundane. And you didn't matter here, not really. But even with that fact, you felt the anxiety building up in your body. You were already living paycheck to paycheck, you couldn’t afford time off, let alone to go without a job. You were single, your boyfriend of a year just broke up with you a month ago. Stating that you two were just moving in two separate directions…but he still wanted to be friends.
As all these thoughts kept running through your mind. He kept ranting and raving about your lack of performance. About how your attendance was good, but you didn’t play well with the other people in the office. He even had the audacity to say smiling more would help you in this type of job.
Between his scolding, you feel your phone buzzing away in your pocket. You didn’t even have to look at it to know who it was. It was Izuku posting in the group chat you, Izuku and Katsuki had been using for years. That was the one constant in your life still, and it always kept you engaged in their lives. You posted all your selfies and little blurbs from your current writing project. Katsuki didn’t really say much, but he did send pictures of the delicious food he made that day or sent back a selfie. Izuku on the other hand used the group chat more than anyone. He gave you updates on how his mom was doing. Reminded you of everyone's birthdays, and even the occasional meme.
It was the only way you had anymore of keeping in touch with them. They were always super busy now that they were pro heroes. If you thought your schedule was tight, it was even tighter for them now. They missed most of the family functions, birthdays, and holidays. But you were understanding, they were working hard and making their dreams come true.
Even if they were both busy, they did find time to call you though. It may be once a week if you were lucky two. Katsuki was the one who tried to call you most often. While your conversations were short. It never failed to have you being scolded by the blond about not taking care of yourself. He never said he missed you as Izuku did, but you knew this was his way of showing he did.
It’s funny how the tides had turned your relationship with the now men in your life. You use to watch over them, and now they were the ones checking in on you and trying to mother hen you to death. Even if it was in small doses.
They were important people now, with very important jobs. And you? Well, you were their babysitter from when they were kids.
So what if you didn't get to see them as often? They didn't need you like that anymore. They had friends and a life that didn't involve you. They did try to involve you as much as they could. But over the years the burden of being an adult with responsibility and bills weighed you down.
You pull yourself out of your train of thought as your boss has his back turned, taking your phone out of your pocket. You type a quick message into the chat telling them that they will have to stop, and you are being scolded by your boss. And your phone went silent for a minute. With a soft sigh, you turn your phone over in your lap and turn your attention back to your boss.
Just as you are forcing yourself to follow along with what your boss is saying. You feel your phone start to vibrate against your leg. You hold in the sigh you wanted so dearly to release. Hitting the ignore button you try your best to pay attention to what it is that your boss is rambling about.
There it was again, your phone vibrating in your palm once more. Tilting your phone you see it's Katsuki calling you. Why would he be calling you right now? You know for a fact you saw where he and Izuku both had seen the message you sent. This boy was out to get you completely fired! You have no choice but to let the phone ring until it sends him to voicemail, it's not like you could just answer it anyway.
No sooner did your phone stop vibrating, it starts back up once again. Causing your fingers to tingle from the constant vibrations. As a bit of payback, you slide to answer his call this time. Leaving him to wait on the line as you finished whatever this was with your boss. You could hear his muffled yells as he waited for you to answer him. Thankfully your leg kept his loud voice muffled. Leaving your boss non the wiser that you had another person on the line.
You didn't hear him anymore so you thought he hung up, finally turning to your boss to give him your full attention.
"I'm putting you on suspension for two weeks. Maybe some time away from the office will reset your attitude." Your boss says as he sits back down in his chair.
"What? Why?" You ask confused and angry.
It wasn't like you didn't do your job while you were here. In fact, you often picked up the slack of your coworkers. The same ones who thought that you were a liar. When you admitted to knowing the same two heroes that were currently blowing up your phone.
"You haven't been yourself lately. I'm afraid that your personal life interfering with your professional one. That and well I've heard the rumors you have been spreading around the office. It isn’t nice to lie to your coworkers for attention.”
"It was just defending them. I'm not gonna let anyone talk bad about my friends!" You were getting upset now.
You knew better than to argue with your boss, but even he was calling you a liar now. It's not something you ever use to impress people, or brag about having them as friends. You just couldn’t stand anyone talking shit about your boys. You loved them, even if they were wicked strong and popular now, you still felt the need to protect them. Pro heroes or not, they were your friends and you loved them.
"I'm sure you were. And even if they were your friends, why would they care what you have to think? They are pros, they don't need you to defend their honor." He says with an annoyed huff.
You sit baffled at the middle-aged man in front of you. Scribbling away on a disciplinary report that had your name on the top. Of course, you realize how it may seem to others. Nobody was going to believe you when you said they were your friends, they were famous now. And famous people didn’t give their time or attention to nobodies like you.
So you gave up trying to argue. Maybe this was for the best right now, maybe some time away would give you the air you needed to breathe. You could even start filling out applications for better-paying jobs. Something a little closer to the degree you held. As your boss finished writing on the sheet of stark white paper, he slides it over to you. Picking up your pen you read over what he had written down. Sighing as you go to sign to piece of paper and start your forced vacation.
But before you could even write down the first letter of your name, your head turned towards your boss's door. A loud commotion was stirring outside, and it was closing in on the office you were sitting in. Not even thirty seconds later Your boss's door slams open with a great bit of force. And you for the first time in almost a year see the face of a very angry Dynamight filling the slim doorframe. Dressed in his full hero gear, and looked straight out of a villain’s worst nightmare. He moved forward slightly as another body came into view. An even taller, but apologetic-looking Deku popped his head into the office.
“You the asshole giving our girl a hard time?" Katsuki’s rough and loud voice calls out to your boss.
He strode into the large office, and your boss's mouth fell open. Yours too, you didn't expect to see the two heroes anytime soon. Why in the hell would they be here now? And how did they know where you even worked?
"D-Dynamight, Deku to what do we owe the honor of you stopping by?" Your boss finally managed to sputter out.
"I'm looking for a new assistant, figured I would come to pick her up." Katsuki turns and looks at your boss. "Heard she had some time off anyway, isn't that right?" He smirks darting his eyes down to you.
What the hell was he doing?
"I, uh." You sputter a reply.
This caught you completely off guard. Especially after you hadn’t seen them for months. And now not one but both of them were in your boss's office, threatening to whisk you away. Turning to look at your boss you see that his face had paled considerably. He looked about one second away from pissing himself.
"She is still employed here, she can't leave yet. We still have deadlines to meet, sir." Your boss manages to stumble out of his mouth.
Before you can say anything, you see the green gloved hand of Izuku touch your shoulder. Looking up at him he has the biggest smile on his face. He lets his hand fall from your shoulder and holds it out for you to take.
As soon as you place your hesitant hand into his he pulls you to stand and starts to lead you out of the small office. Katsuki on the other hand was still staring down your former boss. And you could only imagine the face he was giving him.
"Consider this her two weeks' notice then. Since you just suspended her for two weeks anyway." Katsuki says, and you can hear the smugness in his tone. He turns on his heel and follows the two of you out of the door.
Your boss was too stunned to speak as the three of you walk down the hall and to your cubicle.
“We will wait on you to pack your stuff.” Izuku leans down to whisper in your ear.
You only nod and watch the two pro heroes look around for a moment. Before walking down the long line of cubicles headed to an unknown destination. Turning your attention to your workspace you grab a small box from under your desk. And start to pull and store things in it. You didn't really have a whole lot in here. Just a cute coffee mug you bought a couple of years ago and some pictures from your childhood. Taking down the little notes to yourself and put your pictures away. Stacking them so the glass wouldn’t break if they moved around. It was a quick process, the last thing you do is shut down your work computer and turn the mouse and keyboard off.
Shuffling down the hallway box in hand you go to find your friends. They were easy to find though. because your coworkers were feverishly gathering in the cafeteria on your floor. You could hear the excited gasps and talk of your coworkers as they caught a glance at the two rising heroes. It was such a stark contrast between how they were dressed. so big and bulky standing almost awkwardly in the cream-colored dining area.
Katsuki was the first to spot you over the sea of people shuffling in. he nodded his head at you a silent request for you to hurry so they could leave. He wasn’t a people person like Izuku was. Where Izuku laughed and smiled at the people around him Katsuki kept a deep frown on his face. Pushing your way through the ever-growing crowd was a struggle. It was packed in the tiny area already, and you had to really push against the sea of bodies around you. As soon as you were within touching distance though Katsuki’s hand shot out to you. Gently wrapping his gloved hand around your arm. He pulled you to stand between your two bodyguards, and his hand wound its way to rest on your lower back.
"These fuckin extras the ones giving you grief?" He asks loud enough for the small cafeteria to hear him.
You can hear the small gasps from your female coworkers at hearing his rough voice. You were sure that some of them were swooning at hearing him speak, even if he was calling them unimportant.
You don't reply, you just nod your head, embarrassed by becoming the center of attention. You can feel the heat burning in your cheeks at just how many sets of eyes were on you.
"Don't know why you want anything to do with these idiots anyway." He says a bit quieter now that you are embarrassed by the situation.
"Because I need a job!" You whispered yell to him.
"Not this fuckin bad." He starts guiding you to the exit. "Let's go Deku." He barks over his shoulder to the other tall pro.
Izuku lead the rear as you all made your way to the exit. Smiling and waving goodbye to everyone, Katsuki sighed in annoyance. They were quiet as you made it to the elevator and started to hit the button for the bottom floor. But Katsuki’s hand shot out and hit the button for the rooftop instead. You gave him a confused look before he gave you a smirk.
“I’m not fuckin walking back.”
It took you a minute to understand what he was talking about as you head to the roof. But when it finally did you felt like you were going to pass out. You understand that they can fly, but not you. Even if your quirk allowed you to do it, your nerves simply would not.
“No! You know how I feel about heights!” You almost yell at the tall blond at your side.
“What think I’m gonna drop you or somethin’?” He asks a little offended by our comment.
“You would, just to be an ass!” You scold him.
As soon as the door dings open Katsuki steps out onto the flat rooftop. Izuku takes the small box from your hands and pushes you slightly to step onto the roof. Your nerves were getting the better of you as you hesitantly take more steps onto the asphalt roof. Katsuki was already standing on the edge of the extremely high building. And you were having a difficult time walking any closer to the edge than you already were.
“He’s only dropped one person so far, you will be safe,” Izuku says trying to reassure you.
“And I fuckin’ caught em’ didn’t I?” He barks over his shoulder. “Now, come on.”
Without Izuku behind you gently ushering you towards Katsuki. You were should you would have still been standing on the roof of your former job. Once you were closer enough the Bulky blond bends his knees and squats down.
“You’re seriously gonna fly me out of here?” you ask a bit unconvinced.
You had seen him do it before, carry people on his back. But that didn’t stop the fear of falling to your death from rushing to the forefront of your mind.
“I’m not gonna drop ya, so hop on.”
With one last look back to Izuku you walk the final distance to Katsuki. Izuku put down your small box and went to grab your hips. Holding you steady as you started to figure out the best way to climb on Katsuki’s back. At the first sign of gestation though he lifted you himself and positioned you on his back. You instantly wrapped your legs around Katsuki’s hips. Your arms in a panic wrapped around his shoulders but you missed and instead ended up choking him.
“Quit fuckin’ squirmin’” He manages to get out through being choked by your grip.
Izuku helped hold you up as Katsuki stood. Alleviating the pressure you were putting on Katsuki’s throat. Once he was standing upright. He grabbed your hands and pulled you so you were holding on to his hero costume instead of his neck. They gave you a moment to adjust to the new position before their hands leave your body. After a few deep breaths, you will your nerves to calm down, you know that they wouldn’t let you fall.
“You good?” Katsuki asked.
You force yourself to move your head up and down. Snuggling your body into him further, you had to look ridiculous right now. In your head you could only imagine a koala wrapped around a much too large branch, trying not to fall off.
You throw your head to hide between his shoulder blades as he takes a step to the very edge of the building. He didn’t give you much a heads up besides hold on he yelled. And you couldn’t stop the wail that left you as you feel yourself start to plummet off the side of the building. The echoing boom of Katsuki’s quick sounding off as you start flying through the air. With what little you did see when you opened your eyes was scary. Buildings were zooming by, accompanied by striking flashes of green on your right.
This wasn’t at all how you expected your normal boring day to end. Being carried off through the city by your two not-so-small knights. You can’t help but find a little bit of comfort to know that they went out of their way to rescue you. From your nightmare of a job. They had no problem coming to your rescue after all this time.
The only problem you had now was what were you going to do for a job. Katsuki couldn't be serious about needing a new assistant.
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starcurtain · 8 months
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Haikaveh Fics I Want to Read (Part 4)
1. The situation in Sumeru takes an unexpected turn for the worse as both corruption and the Abyss begin to encroach. Nahida foresees a way to protect her beloved nation, but it's going to take both extensive knowledge of King Deshret's records and the mechanical and structural workings of the old desert empire. How convenient that she knows two people who've researched exactly that.
Or: Alhaitham and Kaveh are forced to team up to finally complete the research project that tore their friendship apart years ago--and, in the process, maybe mend a little more than just their unfinished thesis.
And the rest are under the read more:
2. Haunted by his broken relationships and his idealistic dreams of what a proper, happy family should look like, Kaveh is completely blind to what's happening around him in the here-and-now; it takes him far too long to realize that the rowdy gang of people who've carved out niches in his daily life may not resemble the harmony of his childhood home, but are, nonetheless, a family--full of love.
It's just a found family feel-good fic, featuring: An Alhaitham who has been waiting forever for Kaveh to acknowledge his feelings, double date buddies Cyno and Tighnari who don't mean any of their complaints (about Alhaitham, Kaveh, or even each other), a merc who wanders in and out of their lives like a feral cat, a dancer with big dreams and a bigger heart, and two ancient supernatural beings who definitely aren't children but still sometimes really need an open door and a helping hand.
3. It's not a crime to dream, okay?! Kaveh knows he's not getting out of debt any time soon. He won't be able to build the beautiful mansion of his fantasies for a million more years. But that doesn't mean he can't at least plan for it, right? Right? It should have lots of light, and lots of garden space, and a built-in coffee bar, a good place for warm naps, and at least two desks, close to the Akademiya as a mansion can be, and maybe the library should be a little bigger--the Akasha is gone now, that just makes sense--
Or: Kaveh drafts the blueprints for his dream home. It takes him until the very last line to realize that he'd just assumed Alhaitham would also be there.
4. "Alhaitham is the most irritating person on the face of the earth! He's temperamental, deliberately irksome, lazy, and archons forbid you're in conversation range when he comes across something brand new in those books of his--you won't get a word in edgewise for hours!"
"Kaveh... Have you been drinking again? This doesn't sound like Alhaitham at all..."
No matter who he tells, no one seems to believe Kaveh's story that Alhaitham acts totally different around Kaveh than he does around everyone else. But it's true! Kaveh has to live with it everyday! Fed up with being doubted, Kaveh encourages their mutual friends to eavesdrop to prove it once and for all. If they see just how doubly frustrating Alhaitham really is in private, then maybe they'll finally grant Kaveh the commiseration he is due!
Cyno is in it for the blackmail evidence. Tighnari is in it for the betting pool. Aether's always in it, whatever "it" is. Nahida is nosy. Dehya is there for the laughs. And Nilou's not sure how she got involved at all, but she's definitely going to do her best!
(Or: The Sumeru Crew tries their hardest to spy on Alhaitham to prove he's a simp, and it goes exactly as ridiculously as it sounds.)
5. A 5+1 fic that's just a soft compilation of little things Kaveh has adjusted in his daily life to accommodate to living with Alhaitham (and one time Alhaitham returned the favor). They're small gestures, barely noticeable when taken individually-- remembering to stop for takeout on gloomy days because his roommate hates going out in the rain, memorizing the order Alhaitham uses to shelve his books, tip-toeing because Alhaitham always insists on napping in the living room, no more client meetings after 5pm--but together they form the picture of settling down softly, (sort of) easily, into another person's life.
6. After the Interdarshan Championship, Kaveh wades his way through the arduous process of dividing up and donating Sachin's estate, including properties in the Avidya Forest. But on one trip out to survey land, a run in with Ruin machines leaves Kaveh and Mehrak both worse for the wear. Injured and at the mercy of the jungle, far from help, Kaveh fears the worst--until he encounters a strange, cabbage-shaped creature that seems (if he's understanding its odd way of speaking) like it wants to help. Little does Kaveh know that "help" from an aranara may involve solving endless ancient puzzles, diving into the unfathomable world of dreams--and finding out things about his father that he never could have learned by himself.
Meanwhile, Alhaitham is a rational, calm individual who is most definitely not worried about his roommate disappearing while dealing with a nihilist's estate. He's absolutely not taking time off from his work duties to scour the forest for signs of a missing architect. And he certainly isn't forming any advanced conspiracy theory about forest fairies spiriting people away. Obviously not.
(Or: Kaveh is rescued in the jungle by the same aranara his father befriended decades ago, allowing him to heal some wounds both physical and mental. Meanwhile, suddenly finding himself alone opens up some wounds Alhaitham didn't know he had.)
+1, where Haikaveh isn't the main focus but is definitely still in the background:
A slight canon-divergent AU where, during the Interdarshan Championship, that weird "Hat Guy" takes an unintentionally fierce blow from Cyno and receives a wound that definitely... does not look like something a human being might experience. Kaveh notices and, in typical empathetic fashion, can't let it go--if he hadn't distracted Cyno with all his flailing, that injury might never have happened, so Kaveh's at least got to offer to help this (probably not-quite-human) stranger, right? There isn't any form of engineering on Teyvat that Kaveh can't manage, after all!
It's... easier said that done to actually corner the weird Wanderer, and even easier said than done to get him to agree to Kaveh's checks. But that difficulty is nothing compared to handling the history of abuse writ plain upon the puppet body's inner-workings or the story of centuries of grief the boy finally deigns to share.
Kaveh knows a thing or two about suffering, but there are some things no heart--however much the Wanderer claims to lack one--should have to bear.
If there's one thing Wanderer doesn't trust, it's generosity. If this gullible fool thinks he'll be allowed to fix all the damage Dottore left just completely free of charge, well, he has another thing coming. Say what you want about Wanderer, but he pays his debts.
Or: An odd-friendship fic where Kaveh fixes Scaramouche's injuries-- the ones that can be seen and even some that can't--and Scaramouche pays him back by trying help solve some of Kaveh's problems too, starting with the big, tactless one known as Scribe Alhaitham.
(Archons above, humans are stupid and the struggle is real.)
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here are my house observations, im in season 3
some of the shit house says to foreman is genuinely unforgivable
foreman as a character i generally like. omar epps is giving a good performance of an even-keeled-but-not-without-effort kind of guy, i do like the plotline of a guy who came to learn from an expert whos the worst guy in the world and trying to figure out how to do the same thing without being the worst guy in the world. i also think they way they keep him out of hospital love triangles is racist, foreman is not currently hot but could be with 15% more attention from the writers room.
really sexist as a general rule. i have not encountered the idea of "jailbait" this much in literal years.
hipster racism. its the 2000s. funny to talk abt this because "hipsters" were younger at this point and the character of house is, im assuming, in his mid 40s at the start of the show, but thats the general logic that seems to be on display. "well you know that he's a good guy so its ironic and funny that he's threatening to use the n word as a joke."
a) stupid logic to begin with, doing something ironically is also just doing it, b) doesnt even work on its own terms here because house is widely acknowledged to be an awful person in the context. the entire show is built around the question "how much deliberately annoying, dangerous bullshit will we endure from this dickhead to maintain access to his unique skillset"
i still dont "get" house/wilson. like i do see it, like i can see that theyre a little obsessed with each other and they have a fun mutually manipulative dynamic, and they make sense as foils (guy who's self-consciously awful and often ends up doing noble things accidentally/guy who's self-consciously noble and often deliberately does awful things). but i cannot feel myself going insane about it. if anything i like him better with cuddy
cuddy really really hot. really really really hot. cuddy.
so like yeah i see house/wilson im just not going insane about it the way i thought i might. altho tbh it took a global pandemic and a extended, byzantine renaissance of tumblrina supernatural scholarship to make me have a destiel spiral. i need infrastructure for these things.
cameron's character is such an old school token girl character. i hate how they treat her "niceness" almost as much as i hate how they treat her crush on house.
a better show (written by me) would have some more cuddy and foreman "managing" house plotlines (foreman being a protege allows focus on the legacy of house's medicine, how to replicate it, how to contain damage), probably give him some of the cuddy and wilson time. the three of them together would be good i could do that.
cuddy/foreman. hm. in the remake.
like, i do get how this happened. house is troubled in a durable, interesting way. the writing is good enough to support his layers, the way his snap-judgement psychoanalysis of everyone he meets curls back around to shine a light on his own issues. good balance of competence and patheticness. laurie is giving a masterclass in the niche field of "british comedian comes to us tv drama, grows some stubble, becomes a sex symbol." i read an old review that referred to his "sourpuss charisma" i really like that turn of phrase.
(i was also into josh on the west wing when i watched that last year, i have a type i love antagonism. no im not dating anyone right now, who wants to take me for a candlelit dinner and tell me i smell good and my voice is sexy) (you cant just compliment me, ill be bored or uncomfortable, you have to bury it in a disagreement and make it clear youre kind of mad that youre into me)
that said i think the show kind of misunderstands house's sex appeal. it feels very written-by-men. women characters throw themselves at house in a porny kind of take-me-now way. in my observations guys who are arent traditionally hot but attractive in this antagonistic, talky was dont really get that kind of treatment, but they do get the main cast wilson/cuddy/cameron "i hate this guy but im obsessed with him and i will never make a move or i will and itll go badly" kind of stuff. my phantom house reboot does have cameron and house hook up and its a really mean and destructive fwb thing with like 4 false endings. does this make sense.
right now im in the middle of the plotline where leighton meester plays a 17 yr old girl stalking house because shes so in love. like thats not the vibe. at least from what ive seen. im not omniscient.
lol it turns out she has a spore makign her hypersexual lolllll i literally have this on in the background rn ok i take some of this back.
whenever i mention to someone im watching house theyll recount to me the plot of the one episode they can remember and it always sounds insane and its never made up.
"the one with the intersex teen model who fucks her dad to manipulate him and has testicular cancer" like yeah. yeah thats real. if you talked to me 3 weeks ago thatd be the one i recounted to you.
yes house does leer at her in that episode and its treated as logical and normal for a 45 year old man.
i hate chase, he's awful but boring.
im curious how long im gonna keep watching this, i know the later seasons get kind of soapy plotwise and i dont know if thats what i want out of this
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yanderecrazysie · 5 months
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I really love your writing especially the angsty one such as the most recent one. Related rant but I hated most movies where the FL(Female lead) would start as cliche “ugly girl” with glasses and Terrible fashion and in the middle of the movie she takes her glasses off and suddenly become the “pretty” girl and then have a whole scene where they do a make over to make her charm the whole school. It just felt superficial and very vain, like the FL was fine the way she was, glasses don’t make you ugly as if paired with right outfit, can make you look actually cute. After all glasses are there to help you see, the fl suddenly gets her vision fix when she has her make over? And its really rubs me the wrong way that you need to have a whole make over, with a pretty dress and everything just to get people to like you. And its also pretty disheartening to see that people won’t like you if you have acne, like it natural to have acne and you shouldn’t be shamed for it.
But unto the actual request itself: can I have yandere Oikawa (or atsumu miya) x reader with this related context in mind: The reader has a crush on oikawa and with the advice of a friend, she stops wearing her glasses and does a whole make up and hair routine just to catch Oikawa’s attention. It works and one thing leads to another and both reader and oikawa start dating. At first Reader is ecstatic to finally the man of her dreams but slowly she starts to become uncomfortable with the way she looks like she no longer recognize herself. The make up starts to feel itchy and unnatural to her skin and she starts bumps into thing due to her not wearing her glasses anymore. Despite reader being miserable she till persevere and try to keep up the facade of “Oilawa’s ideal girl” but as time goes on the need to please Oikawa and the stress of keeping up appearances finally gets to her and she just breaks up with him.
On Oikawa perspective (being an entitled prick) is obviously dismayed as he wanted to have the perfect facade of a power couple. He wanted to shape the reader into his ideal pretty girl. So both reader and him have a mutual break up since both of them are now dissatisfied with the current predicament. But as oikawa sees the reader old self, he starts to fall in love (or obsessed) he finds the reader’s glasses cute and he finds that the reader is even more adorable when she comfortable and happy. Like he finds the reader more attractive when she was being her typical self without the glitz and glam. Like even if the reader has acne and wears dorky glasses, Oikawa finds that strangely attractive.
-Sorry for the mini rant, I just recently watch a movie similar to this and it left a bad taste in my mouth. Like as person with both acne and glasses, I’ve been told by some people that I stop wearing glasses due to it not “suiting me” like I wasn’t wearing it for fun, I wear it cause I need to see. Its even worse when I had acne and my friends told me to hide it with make up only to find out that make up worsens the acne problem. Thanks for listening to me
I totally get what you mean- I always found glasses attractive on guys and adorable on girls (to the point that I tried to pretend I had reading issues as a child to get myself glasses), so it was always sad to see it portrayed as “Now that she’s taken them off, she’s pretty!” I think everyone looks nice in their natural way, no makeup needed, so makeovers have always rubbed me the wrong way a little too! I personally don’t wear any makeup at all, too much of a hassle.
Title: Change
Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes
Summary: You don’t like your new look, but it’s gotten you so much attention. Do you really have to choose between your old look and your happiness?
Part 2: here
change
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make (someone or something) different; alter or modify:
You looked in the mirror, stunned by your reflection. Your glasses were gone, the contacts in your eyes being the only reason you could see that fact in the first place. But besides that, your hair had been swept back in a pretty bun with a braid on either side of your head and just a couple locks of hair fashionably left down. Your skin looked flawless, thanks to the makeup. You could thank the makeup too for the way your face looked so much more mature and alluring.
Your wardrobe had undergone a great change as well. Since your college didn’t have a uniform or strict dress code, you’d put on a short white dress with black stripes and a belt around the waist. A fake diamond necklace laid across your collarbone, perfectly matching the bracelet clasped around your wrist. Even your feet were squeezed into a pair of fashionable black slips.
You turned back to your friend in awe, “You’re a miracle worker!”
Your friend laughed, but it was nothing short of the truth. Before this, your hair was always left down, hanging over your glasses-adorned, lightly pimpled face. You never wore a dab of makeup and your clothes usually amounted to an oversized T-shirt, faded jeans, and ratty sneakers. You didn’t put any care into your appearance. Until now, that is.
“You’ll have to keep this up on your own, now that you know how,” your friend reminded you, wagging a warning finger at you, “But this will totally grab Oikawa’s attention! You’ll be his girlfriend by the end of the week!”
You were turning heads from the moment you walked through the school doors. How could you not? You were a gorgeous girl accentuated with the latest fashions and professionally done makeup. All you had to do was bat your long, fake eyelashes and guys would throw themselves at your feet.
Your friend was right. You’d caught Oikawa’s attention very quickly, and soon enough, he was blowing away the sudden competition by offering to carry your lunch tray and walk you home.
The attention flustered you and made you so happy, but a small part of you felt sad. He’d never noticed you before. But that was the point of this makeover, right? To get him to finally look your way? 
When Oikawa had asked you to meet him by the fountain in the courtyard, you knew exactly what he was going to ask you. You pretended to be surprised anyway, completely shocked and honored by the question.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
From that moment on, you were the school’s power couple. Everyone regarded you with awe or jealousy. “Oikawa and (Y/n)” became synonymous with “popular” and all of his friends, the people you’d looked at with envy not long ago, welcomed you to their table and inner circles.
But as time went on, you felt yourself drifting away. Oikawa always talked about appearances and critiqued you whenever your hair or makeup wasn’t perfectly in place.
It felt fake.
Your makeup, your sense of style, your relationship, everything felt so unbearably fake.
Like you were no longer yourself.
Every time you looked in the mirror, your heart sank. You didn’t even recognize yourself anymore. Being perfect had somehow become something that you despised. 
But whenever you brought up wearing your glasses again or dressing down, Oikawa wouldn’t hear of it. “What would everyone think of that?” “You have to look your best.” “We’re a power couple, sweetheart, we don’t wear things like glasses, okay?”
The stress began to tug at you until you could take it no longer. One look in the mirror on a fateful Monday morning that already hadn’t been going well and you were done.
You had to be true to yourself, even if that meant no longer being “perfect” or popular. Even if it meant losing Oikawa, who didn’t even feel like a boyfriend. More like a costar on a filming set.
That was a good way to put it- your life had become a movie and you were just an actress putting on a show. Caked in makeup and forcing a smile.
Dear Oikawa,
I can’t do this anymore. I want to go back to the way things were before we started dating. I know we already talked about how that won’t work for you, so I understand that means we’re breaking up. I’m sorry, but I think this is best for me.
Love,
(Y/n)
It felt good to undo the bun and braids. It felt even better to slide your glasses up your nose and slip on a simple, comfy T-shirt. Nostalgic might be the best word for what you were feeling, but either way, you were more comfortable than you had been in months. Why had you ever given this up?
You looked in the mirror and smiled. You’d washed off all of the makeup, revealing more than a few blemishes, but you didn’t care. You liked the way you looked and you’d be damned if you went back to drawing on your face every morning.
It was strange walking into school that morning. It was like you’d become invisible. No longer did people turn their heads to look at you, nor did you walk alongside Oikawa. But it didn’t feel lonely. What was the point of having a boyfriend when it was just for appearances? You’d always felt like there were miles between you both- as though you couldn’t reach him even with your fingers intertwined.
Your first class was with Oikawa and you weren’t looking forward to it. He might be mad, after all, that his “power couple girlfriend” dumped him and went back to looking nerdy. You chose your old seat, one near the front of the class, instead of the back row where all the “cool people” sat.
When Oikawa entered the classroom, he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at you as though he couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t blame him- you looked completely different than he was used to. You were actually surprised he even noticed you.
He walked closer and you shrank into your seat a little, not looking forward to a confrontation. But to your shock, he slid into the seat next to you, dropping his backpack on the floor and pulling his stuff out of it, settling into the desk as though he’d always sat there.
“What are you doing?” You blurted out.
When Oikawa turned to you, he studied you with great interest, as though you were an art piece in a museum. There was a tinge of pink on his cheeks, something he’d never had when the two of you were dating.
“Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” Oikawa crooned, reaching a hand out to your face.
You jerked away, startled and confused. What was with this sudden change in behavior?
“You know, you never really officially broke up with me,” Oikawa shrugged, a creepy, possessive grin curling across his lips, “And even if you did…”
He turned to you, eyes dark with something you couldn’t place. Something that chilled you to the bone.
“I wouldn’t accept it.”
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sugacookees · 8 months
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lovebug again
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✩ boo seungkwan x reader ✩ high school setting, fluff, mutual pining, mentions of death  ✩ w.c. approx. 7.1k ♫ this town - niall horan; lovebug - jonas brothers; for lovers - lamp; forever&more - role model; la la la that’s how it goes - honne; falling for you - colbie caillat
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I hate being sick.
Everyone does, but some people enjoy the special treatment they receive from loved ones. But in my household, that is never the case. When I get sick, it always seems to be my fault. Too much time on my cellphone, not enough sleep, going out with friends too much—every leisure activity that could be blamed except for the fact that it actually happens.
Teenagers get two to four colds a year on average. But maybe I’m not a teenager after all since my mom says I should never catch a cold. Only weak people do. And annoyingly so, I kind of agree. As president of the class and of the school council, each day is vital. So, being sick is totally not on schedule and ruins everything. The time I’m spending lying on my bed staring at my ceiling could have been time for me to finalize our plans for the fundraiser and the booths for the upcoming school festival. But no, the universe decided that I should become the most helpless human being on earth at the time I'm most needed.
I couldn't even check my phone for updates or messages from other school council members. My mom is convinced that my phone single-handedly caused me to catch a virus and that it should be kept away from me. She even went out of her way to wrap it in a drawstring bag so my sister wouldn't get sick like me. I tried to do some schoolwork in advance, but I felt like my head was about to fall off, so I quickly abandoned that plan. 
It was a day ago in Chemistry class when I started feeling ill.
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“Okay, here are five chemical equations to balance. I’ll give you a couple minutes to accomplish this and then we’ll get right to checking them.”
I look down right away at my notebook and copy the equations. By the second one, the numbers and letters are starting to jumble and lose sense. I feel like I’ve been reading the same number over and over again. I look up and around at my classmates to see if I’ve just been looking down too much, but I quickly regret it as soon as I see Jisoo’s head in front of me turn into three. I clutch my head and shut my eyes closed, hoping it would go away. Nevertheless, I go back to my problem set and attempt to accomplish it.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Looking to my right, where the voice is coming from, I see Seungkwan, who looks concerned. I quickly reassure him that I’m fine and that it’s probably just the heat. He nods in agreement, but does so hesitantly. Anyhow, I couldn’t find it in me to reassure him further as another wave of pain hits my head, and right at that moment I think I would just like to be hit by a train and be done with.
As I am looking down, I see a peek of navy blue hovering by my peripheral. I slowly turn my head towards it and see a jug held by Seungkwan, still with his worried face.
I’ve known Seungkwan for years. Our parents know each other way back from their childhood as we live just about 7 houses down by each other. It’s a small town too, so we go to the same market, same bakery, same school, and same dainty old cafes and restaurants. On holidays, we exchange meals and gifts, and simple hellos and goodbyes.
I remember the time before Nari was born. Seungkwan and I would always run around the house and play together. He invited me to his birthday parties, and I did too. Though, when we grew up and my father passed, I found myself forever changed. Seungkwan and I started to drift apart as a result of that, among other things.
Seungkwan has always been the most extroverted one in the room, and me, well, I’m completely on the other end of that spectrum. Wonwoo and Jiheon have always been quite introverted as well so we quickly got along. Surprisingly though, Wonwoo had also made friends with Seungkwan along with a few other boys. We would all be together from time to time at the park, the boys playing sports, and Jiheon and I, along with the other younger siblings of the boys, playing a definitely more beginner-friendly version of whatever game they were playing. All in all, we all got along well. Seungkwan and I would exchange conversations every now and then, but we weren’t as close and playful as we were before.
But I must admit, I have, and always will, hold a special fondness for Seungkwan. He was always sweet and kind, and even loved by all the elderly people in town. I recall the time I was out to buy some bread for our house, I saw him happily chatting with Chan’s grandmother. I say chatting, but more like gossiping by the way they were hunched and shifting their eyes. He would always make sure everyone in class was included, and he would always make everyone happy with his jokes and skits that he, Seokmin, Jisoo, and surprisingly, Jihoon, would act out. Seungkwan would also unhesitantly offer assistance to the student council during major projects. Sometimes, he would even stay late with me, saying, “So you have less to do tomorrow, and more time to rest!” He would then walk me home, and never forget to greet my parents and wish them well.
Seungkwan is lovely. And he is even more lovely now as he offers his water to me. Our drinking fountains have been under maintenance recently so, if I take up his offer he’ll have to wait until he gets home to get a drink again. He sees me hesitate and about to reject his offer, so he firmly places his tumbler on my desk and turns back to his notebook, offering no space for compromise.
In perfect timing, Mr. Hyun announces that the time is up and it’s time to check our answers. I pick up the tumbler, open it, and drink. I turn to Seungkwan quickly and smile. He smiles back.
By the next day, the headaches still come and go, but I keep it to myself and head to school anyway. During our break time, Wonwoo and Jiheon notice my weakened state and urge me to go to the school clinic.
“I’m fine! Just sleepy, that’s all.”
They share a look and thankfully leave my table.
But my peace is soon ruined as Jiheon slams a piece of paper on my desk. A clinic slip. The loud thump gathers the attention of the class, and they take notice of the much familiar white paper that occupies my desk.
“Oh my god, class president is sick?!” Soonyoung exclaims while exaggeratingly covering his mouth.
Usually unconcerned Hansol, Myeongho, and Junhui jerk their heads in my way with horrified expressions.
“I’m not sick! It’s just a small headache. It’ll go away soon.”
“It won’t.” Wonwoo says firmly with his arms crossed. “You’ve been having them since yesterday. Go to the clinic right now or else I’ll drag you there myself.”
Now, I'm usually assertive and tend to win in situations, but when I remember how Wonwoo once dragged Mingyu down the stairs by his backpack down the stairs because they were running late, I decide to sign the slip. I definitely don't want to be dragged like that.
On my way out, Jeonghan and Jisoo give me a few applauses with matching devious smirks.
I point at them accusingly and say, “Unlike you, I’m not pretending just to get out of class.”
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Now here I am, at home, holed up in my room, bored out of my mind. Until, I hear a knock on my door and see Nari peeking in.
“Unnie, your classmate’s downstairs. He’s talking with Eomma. Come quickly.” She says hurriedly before rushing out.
I wonder what’s Wonwoo doing here. He usually sends me a text if he’s coming over. Well, he’s been one of my best friends for years, and he has come over a lot, so it’s not like my family has no idea of his existence, and maybe, he thought that sending me a text would end up in me stopping him from coming over. Probably.
Knowing it's only Wonwoo, I skip glancing at the mirror to fix my appearance; after all, he's seen me worse. Still feeling a bit lightheaded from lying down for hours, I make my way downstairs.
“Yah, Wonwoo. You couldn’t even se-“
I halt and gape at the man in my living room who is definitely not my best friend with fifty-eight centimeter wide shoulders (we got bored in class).
Seungkwan stands there in his collared navy blue sweatshirt, holding a basket of tangerines, looking at me with an alarmed face, then gives me a soft smile. It is at this moment I truly realize how much the universe hates me. I probably look like absolute shit right now, and Nari’s sly smile only confirms that further. That little girl.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude or whatsoever. I hope it’s okay. I’ll just drop this off and go, I’m sorry again.”
My mom quickly butts in, “No, no! It’s alright Seungkwan. The gesture is much appreciated. And I know this one has been dying for a familiar face that isn’t ours.” She gives me a look, which I have no idea what it even means, and smiles. She takes the basket and heads to the kitchen bringing Nari along.
In the living room, Seungkwan and I find ourselves standing awkwardly, a noticeable gap between us. It's evident that he wants to say something, but he seems hesitant, perhaps fearing that he might not be welcome. Unable to bear the silence any longer, I take the initiative and speak up.
“Thank you for coming by the way. And for the tangerines too. Those are my favorite.”
“I know.”
His response catches me off guard, and my surprise seems to have unconsciously shown on my face, prompting him to explain further.
“In middle school, we were asked to bring our favorite food. You came in holding this single medium-sized tangerine. And you know, my family has a farm so I brought one too. I was really embarrassed because Seungcheol had brought this full-blown meal and everyone was gathered around him. But then you saw me, approached me and told me-“
“‘Tangerines are cuter anyway.” I finish.
We both share a laugh and in between our laughter he asks me, “What the hell does that even mean anyway? How could tangerines be cute?”
I look at him fondly and answer, “Well, they just are.”
There’s a pregnant pause that follows our laughter as we gauge what to do next. As I’m about to ask him what made him drop by, he already answers me with a sheepish smile, “I, uh, just seeing you pale and weak in class, and you not showing up today just really had me worried.” He scratches his head and looks away. “So, I decided to check-up on you to see if you were alright.
Despite my disheveled bed hair, crusty and pale lips, and being dressed in Anpanman pajamas, I confidently say that I'm doing well.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be coming to school tomorrow.”
He gives me a worried look, like the one he gave me a day ago in Chemistry. “Are you sure? I think you should rest more. The council’s doing alright with the prep anyway.”
Feeling my stomach flutter at his genuine concern, I try to brush it off, blaming it on my feverish state, and reassure him that I'll be okay.
“I’ll be fine, Kwan. It’s just a cold.”
Kwan. I hadn’t realized I used a nickname for him I gave him years ago until I had said it. Either he didn’t notice, or doesn’t really care as it doesn’t seem to have caught him off-guard, seeing that he still seems to worry about me.
“If you say so…”
Ever the worrywart, but undeniably cute.
?!
“Well, it’s about to get dark in a while so I should head home. It was good seeing you. I hope you feel better. And if you ever decide not to come to school tomorrow that’s a hundred percent just fine, and I’ll take care of letting our teachers and the council know.”
I chuckle and walk him to the door.
“Thank you, Seungkwan. For coming by, and for the tangerines. I really appreciate it. Be safe on your walk back, and see you in school tomorrow.”
A few steps away from the door, he turns around, now walking backwards, with that charming smile and says, “I mean this in the nicest way possible. I hope I don’t.” As he walks away, that smile still on his face, I wave goodbye, returning the gesture with a warm smile of my own.
Subconsciously admitting that I do feel a little under the weather, I retreat back inside, hoping to get more and better rest.
Nearing the staircase, my mom stops me, and Nari hovers behind her with a smile that makes me feel uneasy.
“So,” she starts, annoyingly elongating the ‘o’. “I haven’t seen you and Seungkwan together for a while.” I quickly try to jump to correct her until she interrupts me. “I mean, you know, conversing. Especially with him coming here to our home.”
“Yeah, conversing.” Nari butts in, also, elongating her vowels. I roll my eyes at them.
“Tell that sweet boy he should come over often like the old days. Makes me feel younger.” My mom yells.
Don’t think I’ll be doing that, but like the good daughter I am, I say okay anyway and go back to my room.
My head pounds as I struggle to wake up, attempting to open my heavy eyes. The blaring alarm in the background adds to my discomfort, and I quickly move over to silence it. Another second of that noise, and my head might just explode. Despite feeling weak, I gather the strength to stand up, determined to get ready for school
Looking at my state and the fact that I can’t even tie my shoes right without getting lightheaded should be enough reason for me to garbage the idea of going to school. But then, I remember all my missed classes and the council preparations. I can’t miss one more day.
During breakfast, I try my best to act normal and perfectly healthy. Nari gives me a side eye every now and then, waiting for a moment to catch me red-handed; pretending not to be sick. Fortunately, my mom is preoccupied with getting ready for work and preparing our lunches, so she doesn't pay strict attention to my condition.
So far so good.
I collect my things and head out. As I open the door, the sun blares right at me so I cover my eyes with my hands and take a few steps forward to get into the shade. As soon as I remove my hand, I jump out of surprise at the sight of Seungkwan.
“Yah! Are you trying to kill me?! What are you doing?!”
“I’m sorry! I just..” He trails off and leads me into confusion.
“You just…?”
“My mom!” He screams frantically, and I jump in surprise again. “My mom also knew about you getting sick, so she asked me to accompany you to school to make sure you were okay.”
“Oh, well, she really didn’t have to. I’ll send her a text that I’m alright-”
“No!” He screams again.
“Seriously! Why do you keep screaming so early in the morning?!” His agitated state isn't exactly helping mine, and the never-ending screaming is starting to make me lightheaded again.
“I’ll do it. I mean- you don’t have to send her a text. I’ll tell her myself later. Don’t. Send a text.”
“Okay, alright!!”
I turn towards the direction of the school and start walking. He quickly follows and walks beside me.
Trying to make small talk, he asks me, “Are you feeling better today?”
“Yeah I am.” Well, technically, yes I am better. I didn’t say anything about feeling totally okay, so I’m totally, technically, not lying.
“That’s good,” is all he says.
He doesn’t make further small talk and we make our way to school in comfortable silence. Even if we hadn’t maintained a close friendship all these years, I can never feel uncomfortable around Seungkwan. Somehow, he always knows when I am in need of a cheery conversation, or time to be left alone. He also supports me in any endeavor I take on, like running for class president, and school council president. He even went as far as taking Soonyoung and Seokmin to the crafts store, buying materials to make a ton of banners and posters for me. I thanked them by treating them to Chan’s grandmother’s restaurant.
As we arrive in our classroom, our arrival makes some commotion.
“Oh? Class president, hello! Seungkwan-ah… hello to you too.” Soonyoung greets, adding a wink for whatever reason at the end.
As we walk to our seats, I feel lingering eyes following our every move. I look back and see Seokmin and Soonyoung whispering to each other. I raise a brow at them, and turn back to my seat shaking my head.
“Sorry about Soonyoung. I guess he missed you.” Seungkwan says beside me as he settles on his seat. “We all did…” He adds.
Wonwoo and Jiheon approach me asking about how I was and if I was feeling better. I fed them the same remarks (not lies) as I did Seungkwan. Wonwoo looks at me accusingly but decides to brush it off and keep to himself. If I don’t want to be sent home, I should really look out for Wonwoo. He might smell my bullshit about being okay from a mile away.
I made sure to bring a lot of water, using the big jug my mother uses on family trips. And also, to avoid Seungkwan offering his, and ending up infecting him. After all he’s done for me, I really don’t want to do that to him.
I excuse myself and head to the restroom to take a pain reliever, so a headache wouldn’t come over and torture me during class. After doing just that and trying to get myself together, I head back and continue as normal.
At lunch, Wonwoo and Jiheon eat with me. As I open my lunchbox and pause, both of them point at me accusingly, “Aha! I knew it! You’re still sick aren’t you?”
I guess my reaction, or lack thereof, to seeing my lunch was a dead giveaway that I don’t feel so up to par. Usually, I would get excited and eat right away, leaving no crumbs for Jiheon to steal.
“Ugh, but I feel better now. I promise!” I beg, mostly to Wonwoo. “Help me here Jiheon, please?”
“Sorry, I’m with Wonwoo on this one. You’ve been overworking yourself these days and coming to school today will just make your fever worse. You need to rest. It’s okay to, y’know?” She says.
I lean back on my chair, any appetite I even had, gone. I appreciate my best friends’ worries, but I really can’t afford missed days. But maybe they’re right. I can rest, and if I push myself harder I’ll miss more school days than I should.
Wonwoo pulls out an all-familiar slip and pushes it towards me. A clinic slip, all filled out and ready for me to bring. “We’re only worried about you. It’ll be better anyway if you were here in perfect, healthy condition, than physically being here but your mind—no offense, helpless.”
I take the slip and put it in my pocket. And since I don’t have any appetite, nor will I be in the classroom, I offer my lunch to Jiheon, which she accepts excitedly. Wonwoo shakes his head.
I leave the room and head to the clinic. On the way, I really start to feel my fever taking a toll on my body. What even possessed me to leave my bed and get ready? I should have stayed and slept all day.
When I get to the school clinic, they take my temperature and quickly assess that I should be sent home (again) for better recovery. Nurse Yang tells me she’ll ask someone to bring my stuff over for me.
After waiting for a bit, the sound of the chimes by the door brings my attention to Jisoo who is wearing my backpack.
“Thanks, Jisoo.”
“No problem. Though, I’m kinda jealous.” I smack him square on the shoulder. Nurse Yang gives us a side-eye glance. “Kidding. Obviously.” He heads out the clinic, but not before shouting, “Get well soon, our president!” I chuckle at Jisoo’s antics. “Sorry about that.” I tell Nurse Yang, to which she only shakes her head at.
“Your mother says she’s near, you should go to the gate now. Get well soon, dear.”
“Thank you, Nurse Yang. Hopefully you won’t see me back here anytime soon.” I really, genuinely, hope that.
I meet my mom, who is visibly mad, at the school gate. As soon as I get in the car, she gives me a lecture. I drown it out, and use my headache as an excuse to nap, even for a bit.
As soon as we get home, she orders me to stay on the couch for dinner and to drink some ginger tea. Even though the couch might not be as comfortable as my bed, I still snuggle in and nap.
The sound of the doorbell wakes me up. Despite being just a few feet away from the door, I refrain from standing up to get it. I know my family understands my current sickly state, and they will likely get it themselves. I hear the door open and my mom’s delighted gasp.
“Ah, Seungkwan!” I jolt upright and check if my ears heard that right. I look at the door, and there he is, right outside, holding a paper bag and smiling sheepishly at my mom. I contemplate whether I’m dreaming or not, but with Nari tapping my chin, I guess I’m not.
“A fly might go in, Unnie.” She teases then runs away before I give her one.
Seungkwan greets my mother back. “Hello! Just wanted to drop by again and give this samgyetang Eomma made. I also just wanted to check if…” He points at me, on the couch, “…is okay.” He smiles, and waves at me.
“Oh! How kind of you Seungkwan. Come in, come in!” My mom ushers him hurriedly inside, and takes the paper bag from his hands.
She looks at me pointedly, “Make some space for him!”
Seungkwan, alarmed, quickly blurts, “Oh no, it’s okay! I can just stand here...”
Despite his protests, I move my legs off the couch and move off to one side. I look at Seungkwan, who has a look of horror (and a bit of shame) on his face, and pat the very vacant seat beside me.
“Seungkwan, it’s okay. Lying down for so long isn’t great anyway.” I reassure him.
“Well, I won’t be here long. I just wanted to check if you were okay. But also, I felt a bit guilty that I didn’t notice that you were sick this morning.”
If I thought my head pounding was painful, the rapid and loud beating of my heart in my chest is quickly overshadowing that pain. Kind, charming, sweet seat mate and friend Boo Seungkwan, who offered me his water bottle [despite the fact that he can’t get a refill throughout the day], dropped by my house afterwards to give me a basket of tangerines, came to my house early in the morning to accompany me on my way to school [even if he was closer if he were to walk from his home], brought homemade samgyetang, and now says he feels guilty for not noticing I was still feeling sick. I think I might just melt into this couch, actually.
Thinking of nothing to respond, I switch the subject and ask him how his family is doing.
“They’re doing pretty good. My sisters miss seeing you. They always liked you ‘cause they could dress you up and talk about girl things I probably can’t understand.” He laughs.
“Well, I miss them too. Being an elder sister to Nari makes me want one too. I’ll make sure to visit when I get better.”
To that, he merely nods. We’re left in awkward silence again. Running out of things to say, I impulsively invite him over for dinner.
“Oh, no it’s alright, I don’t want to be a nuisance.”
My mom overhears him and quickly excuses him (more like begs him with pleading eyes), “No, Seungkwan. It’s alright. We would love to have you over for dinner! It’s always just us three, so another would make great company.”
“Eomma’s right, Kwan.” 
Kwan. The nickname again. I silently hope he doesn’t notice. And instead of dwelling on why it felt so natural to call him that, like in the old days, I beg him to stay.
“It’s the least we can do for all you’ve done for us, for me. The visits, the tangerines, the samgyetang, your water… Please stay.”
He looks at me to my mother, in deep thought. He fumbles with his hands, and I take notice of how slender and pretty they are. He takes a deep breath as he answers, “Okay.” My mom cheers and shouts my sister and I’s names, telling us to set the table and help her in the kitchen.
“Let me help!” Seungkwan says loudly, standing up from his seat.
“No.” We say in unison. Seungkwan gives up and sits back down with a huff.
During dinner, the atmosphere in our cozy kitchen is delightful, with lively conversation filling the air. A table for four, an antique lamp hanging right above our heads, and a lit candle on the counter. Seungkwan seamlessly fits in, right here beside me, engaging in cheerful chatter with my family. As we lock eyes occasionally, we can't help but share sheepish smiles.
In the middle of Seungkwan telling a story of how his sisters dressed him up for Chuseok last year, a sudden and powerful thunderclap reverberates the room and takes us all by surprise. Nari drops her spoon in surprise and latches on to our mother. As my mom consoles her, I look over at Seungkwan and see him deep in thought.
Oh right, he still has to go home.
“Oh, that must be the rain. Before it gets any stronger, I should probably go…” He says, looking down, afraid to disappoint my mother.
Out of concern (and concern only), I butt in. “What if it gets stronger as you’re walking home? Even with an umbrella, the walk home will still be pretty dangerous.” My overthinking self proves to be quite resourceful at this moment in concocting excuses, even though, in reality, it's not even raining yet. Despite that fact, I continue, “It’ll be better to wait it out, here, where you’re safer.”
I look to my mother in hopes she would agree with me. Her brows are raised but she relaxes them back as soon as I nudge mine for her to interject.
“Oh, yes. Agreed. Definitely. It’s time we took care of you, don’t you think?”
We all look to Seungkwan. An uneasy expression settles on his face. So, to assure him that he isn’t overstaying his welcome (I don’t think he ever can), I place my hand on his arm and smile softly.
“Please?” I squeeze his arm a bit. “I don’t want your family to get mad at me anyway for sending you home drenched.”
He chuckles and places his hand on top of mine. It’s warm. Where is this heat coming from? My fever? My naturally sweaty hands? My hand being sandwiched by his skin? The candle? Or maybe, it has something to do with the loud, fast rhythm my heart is going.
“Okay, okay. You convinced me.” He says out loud. His hand still on mine.
As dinner ends, my mother tells me to put on a movie in the living room to pass time in waiting out the rain. Seungkwan and I make offers to help with the dishes, but my mother is sure she can handle it and doesn’t let us forget that, actually, I’m still sick. Seungkwan, as if hit with this revelation, looks to me with shock as if he had also forgotten why he had come in the first place.
He rushes us back into the living room, settling on the couch, and picking a movie to watch.
“How about that one?”
“The Mimic?! Are you serious?! I’m sorry but no.” He says to me, as if very offended.
“But they said it’s good!”
“How about this one instead?”
The Lover’s Lake, flashes on the TV. I look to him in surprise. I should’ve known he was a rom-com guy.
“See, look. 5 star ratings! This is definitely the one.” He says excitedly. With this much excitement coming from him , I find it impossible to say no. He celebrates shortly, then stands up to dim the lights, setting the perfect mood, and then settles back down, wiggling around to find a more comfortable position. And this said position seems to be at a spot closer to me than he was previously.
I have this thing where, if the movie is good, I tend to instantly fall asleep. And that is just what I did. My eyes were getting heavy about just 20 minutes in. I had felt myself slowly leaning onto Seungkwan, and continued doing so until my head rested on his shoulder. He had not said a word about it, and continued to watch the film.
Maybe it was just my imagination, but he had leaned onto me too. Though, I wouldn’t be so sure about that as I had drifted off to sleep by then.
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“Okay, now just pull the bunny ears you’re holding. Pull them tight.”
Following his instructions, I pull tight and successfully tie my shoelaces. His face contorts in delight and breaks out in a big smile.
“See! You did it! Not that hard, right?”
“It was hard.”
He laughs and picks me up in his arms.
Giving me a big smooch on my cheek, he tells me, “I’m proud of you anyway, my love.”
“Thanks, appa.” I say, and hug him tighter.
“Now go back down and show them.”
I run down the stairs excitedly. Today’s my 4th birthday and my family and friends have come to celebrate with me. There’s people towering over me everywhere. Finding my way to my mom to show her my recent feat, I maneuver through the crowd the best I can, but in doing so, I bump into someone.
“Ow, my head!”
As the voice screams out, I instinctively reach for the spot where we bumped, trying to figure out who I even bumped into.
It’s Seungkwan!
“Seungkwan!” He greets me back with the same enthusiasm, both of our pains ebbing away.
“Look!” I point to my shoes and he looks down to see what I’m even excited about.
His jaw drops a bit at the achievement usually only 6 year olds can achieve. “You did those?!”
“Yep.” I say with a proud smile. He continues looking at me in shock and he looks down at his shoes.
Velcros.
I laugh heartily but stop immediately when Seungkwan looks back up at me with an annoyed face.
In an attempt to make him feel better, I ask him if he wants to go get sweets with me. He puts up a bit of a fight before agreeing, but says yes anyway as if it was his last resort.
I take his hand in mine as we weave through the crowd towering over us. He squeezes my hand every now and then, when someone bumps into him and he’s lagging behind, afraid I’ll leave him behind. I tug on his hand.
After what felt like the world’s most grueling journey, we arrive at the kitchen. The sweets are on the counter, but they are really, really high up—way beyond our reach.
Seungkwan and I share a look.
He gives me a nod and I return a look of confusion. He nodded at me like I knew what he was about to do, or that we’ve been through this a million times. He really needs to stop watching those spy movies.
He leaves for a moment and comes back with a stool. As he takes a step on it, it wiggles a bit and I clutch onto him immediately. I look up at him and he merely says, “Oops.” I furrow my brows at him in annoyance.
“Let go of me! I’m so near!” He whines while gently pushing my forehead.
I sigh in defeat and let him go.
He takes another step, both feet on the stool. The added leverage enables him to see the array of sweets on the counter, which, judging by his reaction, is a pretty damn lot.
“Woah! There’s bungeo-ppang, chocopie, songpyeon, and-” He pauses and lets out a gasp.
“What? What is it?! Tell me!” I beg, tugging on his shorts.
He looks at me to create suspense, and then screams in glee, “HOTTEOK! Our favorite!”
In utter surprise and excitement, I pull my hand away from Seungkwan and start applauding. But it seemed like I did it too quickly, causing him to lose balance. From the first wobble, I start screaming his name repeatedly.
“Seungkwan! Seungkwan!” I say it repeatedly, and too fast, that by some point (yes, at this point he is still pretty much wobbling, putting up a good fight) all anyone would hear is, “Kwan! Kwan! Kwaaaan!”
He falls.
I rush to his side and ask him if he’s okay. He stays on the floor, with his eyes closed. After a beat of silence, he starts laughing. I look at him in confusion, wondering if he hit his head too hard. Seungkwan is now crazy and I have to say bye-bye forever.
He opens his eyes and stops laughing as soon as he sees my expression.
“You sounded so funny. ‘Kwan! Kwan! Kwan!” He says, mimicking my voice.
I smack him square on the shoulder.
“Sorry. Here-” He tries to sit up and hands me something. A single piece of hotteok. “Happy birthday!”
I take it from his hand saying, “Oh. Thanks!”
“What happened here?!”
We both look up in surprise at the horrified voice. It’s my mother.
In fear, Seungkwan starts apologizing frantically. “Sorry! We just wanted some sweets but I fell down. Don’t worry they’re still fine! I just got one hotteok though.”
My mom sighs deeply and helps Seungkwan up. She returns the stool from where it came from and reaches for something on the counter.
“Here. One for you, since you fought so valiantly for it.” She says, ruffling his hair. Someone from the living room calls for her. She gives us a smile and walks away.
Seungkwan and I exchange amused glances and burst into laughter. Amidst our laughter, I manage to take a bite of the hotteok now and then, only to continue laughing with my mouth full. Seungkwan playfully teases me, "You hotteok addict! At least wait for us to stop laughing!”
I smack his shoulder again, which seems to urge him to tease me further. “Hotteok addict! Hotteok addict!” He starts mimicking my voice and my rushed tone from earlier, now saying, “Tteokki! Tteokki! Tteokki!”
“What does that even mean?!”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. What does Kwan mean?!”
“Your name is SeungKWAN, stupid!”
“Kwan! Kwan! Kwan!”
“Tteokki! Tteokki! Tteokki!”
“Yah!” We both look at the booming voice, and see my dad towering over us with his brow raised. Seungkwan and I look at each other and nod. Then we start running away in laughter.
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A loud thunderstrike jolts me awake.
Huh. My 4th birthday. That was the last time my dad celebrated my birthday with me, and the last time Seungkwan ever saw him alive. What a bittersweet memory.
I try to raise my head but feel a weight on top of it, stopping me from doing so.
My cheeks heat up at the realization. Seungkwan fell asleep too. And, he’s leaning on me.
In a state of panic, I try to make him more comfortable, but only lead myself to move my head and realize how stiff my neck is. I wince in pain which jolts Seungkwan awake. He looks around, feeling heavily disoriented.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you.” I say.
He looks at me with his mouth slightly open, his hair all floofed up in different directions, and a faint red mark on his left cheek where he was leaning on me.
He gains a bit of composure and says, “No! If anything, it’s my fault. Sorry for falling asleep on you. It must have been uncomfortable.” He scratches the back of his head, feeling a bit ashamed.
With no intention of lying, I agree with him. “Yeah, a bit. But it’s alright.” I say, laughing a bit towards the end to make him more comfortable.
“Well, it seems like the rain has stopped. I should head home…”
My mouth opens to say something, but the words seem to escape me, leaving me with a simple, "Oh."
He stands up to collect his things and prepares to leave. I stand and go to the door before he can, then Seungkwan appears in front of me.
I open the door and gesture my hand for him to step out first. He smiles shyly and heads out, with me following right after.
“So, uh, thanks. For coming by today. I really lo-liked having you here.”
“Me too.” He responds promptly. It seems to be a vague response so he adds, “Thank you, I mean. Thank you also for the great dinner and letting me stay for a while. Sorry again for… sleeping on you…” He looks away.
I laugh and tell him, “Kwan, you apologize too much y’know. Honestly, tone it down.”
He lets out a blissful sigh. “Well, I won’t keep you out here for too long. Goodbye.” He wistfully says, saying my name at the end.
“Goodbye, Seungkwan. I’ll see you in school.”
He starts walking away, towards his home, away from me. And for some reason, I wait. I wait for him to do something. Not exactly sure what. But I just feel like I don’t want this to end.
So I rush back inside the house and reach for something below the shoe rack. I run after Seungkwan, shouting his name.
Alarmed, he looks back immediately in shock. I stand before him tired and panting with my hands on my knees.
“What are you-”
“Here-” I hand him an umbrella. It’s pink and has flowers. “You should use this. Y’know, in case it- umm, rains again.”
He appears hesitant, almost ready to decline, but he stops himself and settles for a simple, kind, and gentle, "Thank you. You didn't have to do that.”
We stand in the middle of the street, just staring at each other with soft smiles. Just two people who have been gravitating around each other, now seemingly refusing to be apart.
He breaks the silence and says, “I’ll go now. For real this time,” while pointing a finger at me. We share a laugh.
Feeling a bit ashamed, I look down and say, “Sorry.”
“Ah, it’s alright.”
He smiles at me, and in response, I smile back and nod, silently indicating that I have nothing else to say to hold him back from going home.
“Get well soon, Tteokki.” He says, ruffling my hair. I say nothing about the nickname, like he did all those times before, and keep smiling.
Seungkwan finally turns back and walks towards the direction of his home, and I do the same.
Before I step inside, I can't help but glance back at him. Seungkwan continues walking with the umbrella hanging on his wrist, swinging it along with his arms. I keep my eyes fixed on him until his silhouette fades away.
With a sigh, I turn back inside, unaware that a certain round-faced boy had momentarily halted his walk and looked back, his thoughts mirroring mine. Just for a moment.
After an exhausting day of essentially doing nothing, I plop down on my bed. I fluff my pillows, get under my covers, and hold onto my teddy bear, hoping for the best sleep ever.
However, just as I close my eyes for about three seconds, I hear a notification sound from my phone. Unable to ignore it, I reach over to my bedside table and check the notification. The curiosity of not knowing what it is would surely keep me from sleeping soundly anyway.
It’s a message from my mom.
Confused, I swipe to open our conversation and see that she has sent me an image. It hasn’t fully loaded yet so I click on it and wait.
When the image loads, my heart starts beating quickly.
It’s a picture of me and Seungkwan sleeping on the couch. My head on his shoulder, his head on top of mine. My brows aren’t furrowed like they usually are. I look relaxed; at ease. I don’t look like I’m sick at all. And Seungkwan looks the same.
I zoom in behind us and see Nari smiling wide holding up a peace sign.
I shake my head and react on the picture with an angry emoji. Before I turn off my phone, my finger hovers over a button.
It doesn’t take much resistance from me to go ahead and click it, so I do.
Then a pop-up notification appears on my phone.
Image saved.
I smile to myself, then turn off my phone and head back to sleep.
Maybe I don’t hate being sick anymore.
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a/n: loosely based on a dream I had of seungkwan! fun fact: that dream was the reason he ultimately became my bias T__T i miss u boo! Be well, always <3
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