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rustyvanburace · 5 months

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Awhile ago, I found sprite rips of nearly the whole cast and NPCs in SMT IV (on Sprite Database). Since I had noticed that the sprites have different heights, and was so enamored by their attentive detail, I decided to make a little height chart for fun and for my own purposes. I even went a step further by slightly rotating bits so the sprites would be standing a little straighter and be slightly more accurate. This was what I had when I posted it (barring Flynn since he wasn't on the sprite sheet):

You'd think something like this would be pretty cut-and-dry. But at the time, I was messaged by someone who was actually bothered to see Jonathan taller than Walter. Their argument was that Jonathan's sprite has noticeably bigger proportions, as though appearing closer, and thus couldn't be an accurate representation of his height. And that since Walter is slouched, he would appear shorter than he really is (which I already did try to correct anyway).

Those are fair assessments and I noticed too that Jonathan's sprite is off compared to everyone else. I was told that I should downscale Jonathan a little to around Walter's shoulders, which I did. But to be perfectly honest -- and I mean this with respect to differing opinions and personal preference -- I wasn't too convinced by their argument and it actually bothered me being approached like that and told how the sprites should be. As though I had made the sprites. They're Atlus's own sprites.

And truthfully, that still bothers me even now. Everyone is of course entitled to their own personal preference and interpretations of characters -- I am hugely supportive of that. But it never sat well with me being told that Jonathan *has* to be shorter and that the game's own sprites were wrong, when I never even asked for their input. It actually left me feeling pressured to portray the characters a certain way in my work.

I don't believe that person actually meant any hostility and I'll ask to please don't bother anyone about this. However, as this did leave a negative impact on me, I would just like to break down my own observations and interpretations of the cast for my own sake.

First, I should add that the in-game sprites were probably not made from scratch, but are most likely downscaled versions of Masayuki Doi's artwork (with some minor edits to give them more natural poses). So of course, the first place to look would be Doi's own artwork.

A lot of this person's argument centered around the characters' proportions, particularly how even Doi's artwork has skewed proportions and are not accurate to scale. Their assertion was that Jonathan's artwork is disproportionately larger and that, when properly measured, he would actually be shorter than Walter.

So I looked into it myself. I took some incredibly high-res artwork of the Samurai -- these are likely press release assets and are the closest I can possibly get to having the unaltered originals. (You can find these on the Fandom MegaTen Wiki.) These are of equal resolution. I lined them up to compare:

(Pro tip: Paint.NET can open WebP files if you wanna compare these yourself. Or just use a site to convert them.)

I asked a couple other people to look at these with me. And we agreed: with all due respect to Doi as a professional artist, the proportions in the artwork ARE weird and (to my eyes at least) are not even equally proportionate to the characters themselves. Others have pointed out that Walter's upper half looks disproportionately smaller to his lower half, and I partly suspect that Jonathan's head is bigger than the rest of his body (even when considering the size of his hair).

Nonetheless, I tried my best to measure the artwork with the 8 heads rule. I even opted to measure a version where I tried to fix Walter's slouching. Granted, not perfectly.

I will fully admit that my attempts at measuring are far from perfect and have issues, as can be seen by the uneven feet measurements (though I partly suspect that may be on Doi). I've also tried measuring these with fixed proportions and found those were even more uneven. If anyone else could take a better shot at this, go right ahead.

But if my measurements can be trusted, then it would appear that they are approximately of equal height. Or at the very least, there wouldn't be a very big difference. Walter could be a bit taller if he straightened up, but I honestly do not think he is slouching too terribly where the difference would be huge if he wasn't.

But also to be frank, these are awful images to measure from lmao. The 8 heads rule really only works for figures that are front or side facing and standing perfectly straight, neither of which applies to these. The angles, poses, and even the uniforms make these very difficult to properly measure and gauge. I honestly don't believe that the artwork are reliable to work with. As I and others have observed, Doi's proportions vary and the artwork may not even have been drawn to scale. This is not at all indicative of Doi being a "bad artist", especially when the proportions seem more purposely stylized for visual effect. I am sure I would find the same thing in Kaneko's own work as well. But aside from this being a good exercise in general art study, my take away from all this is that the artwork just cannot be relied on for a conclusive scale.

All that said, I'm honestly not too bothered by the measurements not working out. Because, when looking at everything else, it's actually clear to me that Atlus had very deliberate intentions in the portrayals of their characters.

As I mentioned earlier, the sprites are doubtlessly shrunken down versions of Doi's artwork. And the sprites actually have some really diverse heights when you look at and compare them all, like Kaga being so small and Skins and Infernal Akira being incredibly tall. Now yes, all of these suffer from the same issues as the artwork in that their proportions vary or their poses would be hard to measure -- but that isn't even the point. The point is that the sprites' heights still vary next to each other and are not all exactly the same. That convinces me that Atlus did take careful consideration in scaling the sprites and had specific intentions for how the cast should be depicted. They're not perfect, but these are hardly what I'd call careless or sloppy.

Yes it can still be argued that Jonathan's sprite proportions are off, because they are. But that doesn't mean that there is no merit to his sprite or that it is inaccurate to what Atlus *intended* for him. The fact they made his sprite as tall as it is tells me that this is the height they intended for him, irrespective of his proportions.

What of Walter then? I do think Atlus actually did take his slouching into account when scaling his sprite (they did for Navarre's sidequest sprite). In that case then, if he straightened up, he would still just be about equal height to Jonathan.

And if so, that would actually align with the game's illustrated cutscenes:

Walter's slouching is a lot more noticeable in the second image, but as already mentioned, I still don't think he'd be much taller than Jonathan or even Flynn if he wasn't.

Since it may as well be brought up, there is also the official side-by-side promotional image as well. This one isn't as good since everyone is in a vaguely triangle-like formation, but this gets thrown around a lot too in debates, so may as well include it for what it's worth.

Now of course, it also needs to be said that Atlus aren't always consistent themselves and there's been instances of character heights varying in other media. Yet regardless, there is a recurring trend that can be observed in the sprites, the cutscenes, and the artwork if my measurements are at all accurate. As far as my own observations are concerned, Jonathan is either of equal height or just a little bit taller than Walter. And to be utterly frank -- I am much more inclined to believe the parent company's own portrayals over someone else's preference.

At the very end of all this, none of this really matters. Fans can portray a fictional character any way they want and there is nothing wrong with that. And -- unless Atlus were to release a book giving the cast's exact heights or were to make a full 3D remake that clearly shows this (both extremely unlikely) -- then who are we to really say what their heights truly are?

No, not even I. Despite my observations made here, I am not going to insist that any of this is true or canon, because I simply do not have the cast's exact canon heights in numbers lmao. This is not meant to tell people how they should portray Jonathan or Walter or anyone else, but merely my own observation. I am not going to tell people how they should portray, draw, or write them. Jonathan or Walter can be short, tall, or in the middle however anyone pleases in their own portrayal and headcanons. That is the beauty of fanworks and personal interpretation of a fictional work.

But just as much as I cannot tell someone they cannot have a short Jonathan, it is also equally not right for someone to tell me that I (or anyone else) cannot have a tall Jonathan. What bothered me about all this was not the person's own personal preference, which is theirs to own and I respect that. But the unsolicited insistence that Jonathan *must* be short, that this is canon, and positioning themselves as right while throwing shade on people who headcanon Jonathan as tall. I frankly found it all very arrogant.

Maybe I am no different by making this post though. But at least I have been able to express my *own* thoughts on the matter when I couldn't before, irrespective of what anyone thinks. Again I must stress to please don't go bother anyone about this. None of this really matters in the end and people are entitled to their own personal interpretation.

And if Atlus does come out and finally gives us canon heights for the cast, then I will happily accept that and be thrilled for new info about my favorite game. But until then or if ever, none of these characters have truly definitive heights and we simply cannot make that call. None of us are "right" or "wrong".

#again this is for my own sake in being able to express myself openly #shin megami tensei iv #smt4 #megaten #rusty's prattles

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breezy-cheezy · 3 years

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Random but I noticed a while back you being into dnd and if you're still into xv this is gonna be super random maybe but can you see/imagine the chocobros maybe playing a version of it?

dfjgjdddfgdhI’m so sorry this took so long to answer?? AAAA

SO. I am not sure entirely what you meant with this question, and I went ham. Sadly not with art, although.....someday I hope to.... I DID make character sheets for each Chocobro, adapting them to a D&D setting though, LOL.

Noctis’s Character Sheet

Noctis, A Divine Soul Sorcerer (that whole connection to the crystal and all) + many levels in a Celestial Warlock, pact of the blade (he can summon certain weapons!! And has lots of magic). I also made him a Miqo’te race because....I love that bonus outfit in the game.....cat.

Noct was kinda born into a pact with Bahamut he did NOT really sign up for, and all the summons/members of Bahamut’s pantheon just....keep showing up, like weird family friends, whether he likes it or not :P

Although if NOCTIS got to choose what he played in a d&d like game, he would play an arcane trickster rogue, I imagine. He’s a big Assassin’s Creed nerd!! +he can have a little magic....as a treat.

Ignis’s Character Sheet

Ignis I figured would be a wizard and a rogue multiclass. He’s a bladesinger wizard specifically, great for fancy, intelligent fighting and protecting his charge. And Inquisitive archetype rogue, which I felt gels well with his keen observation and exploitative fight tactics :> He also took a chef feat! Annnd he’s an elf, because yeah.

If Ignis was PLAYING D&D and chose his character? I think he’d play a monk??Mixed with some wizard still....listen it’s a good “brains” class. X’’’D

Gladio’s Character Sheet

Gladio! My go-to was barbarian. Fighter maybe? But he thrives on righteous anger, I think it works well for a barbarian class. Give him a shield and protective rage and we good to go! I picked Path of the Ancestral Guardian for him, because it’s kind of an inherited role, and it would be neat if he received help for his role as shield from his ancestors, yeah? Annnd he’s human.

Legit he’d probably choose to play a barbarian as well. Or maybe a strength maxed brawler fighter?? Idk. If the boys can rope him into such a game, anyway!

Prompto’s Character Sheet

My favorite :> Prom is a Gunslinger Fighter, with 3 levels in Beast Master Ranger so he can have a chocobo companion! She would be specifically trained to not be spooked by gunshots so he can fire away while on her back. He is also a skirmisher warforged so he is Very Quick on his Feet human, completely ordinary, nothing to see here. :3c

If he were picking out something to play in D&D he might play something....idk I could see him going full ranger, or perhaps he’d have fun as a paladin? I could see him picking so many things, ngl LOL

This is ALOT, I hope I answered your question in some way in all this!! <3

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gojous-exbabymama · 3 years

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random headcanon about some of the jjk boy’s during sexy time

warning: smut, 18+, mdni, aged up characters, daddy kink, size kink, anal sex, crying, oral(f/m), unprotected sex, fluff, slight angst if you squint, loss of virginity, and injury to reader but nothing serious

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gojou saturo

“that time you sneezed” + “caught a cramp so bad he almost passed out”

- sex with gojou is always fun

- hate to admit it but it’s true

- it’s unpredictable yet super exciting

- don’t tell him that tho or else he’ll never shut up

- your back was arched against the sturdy kitchen table with your legs bent and pushed to your chest

- gojou was thrusting into you just right, hitting that spot deep inside you that had you screaming

- “yes, yes. right there d-dont stop!”

- “right there princess? am i hitting your special spot?”

- “you don’t have to answer that, i know i am~”

- “go on, scream louder for daddy, let em’ know just how good im making you feel”

- if you weren’t too focus on cumming you would of told him to shut the fuck up but he was making you feel good

- and you learned a long time ago that he doesn’t need to hear it from your lips to know, your body spoke for you

- the knot in your belly was growing tighter

- you were so close, your cries letting him know

- gojou glances down at you, watching your tits bounce with each thrust as your face twisted in pleasure

- “aww y/n-chan, i wish you could see the faces you’re making”

- gojou grips a hand to your face, squishing your cheeks together hard

- “soo cute princess~” he coos mockingly, watching as your face scrunched up, eyes going watery and nose twitching

- you felt it right then, the small tickling sensation in your nose that had you breathing picking up

- mustering up all your strength, you pulled your face out of his palm and turned away

- before he could say anything cheeky, you were letting out sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze-

- if gojou wasn’t so balls deep inside you he would of thought it was cute

- but no, your body tensed and jerked with each sneeze that it had you clenching so tight around his cock he couldn’t even move

- the loud whine and groan pulls you out of your sneezing frenzy as you watch gojou’s body shaking, all movement coming to a halt was he tilts his head back

- that’s when you felt it, rope after rope of his hot cum painting your walls

- followed by a loud, painful yelp coming from him as he pulls out swiftly, gripping the back of his thigh

- you sat up quickly but was forced back down from his body weight alone as you feel him go slack against you

- “saturo?” you tapped him but didn’t get a response for a few moments until he shot his head up

- “oh my god, i just came so hard i got a cramp and almost passed out!”

- you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at that as he pouts a little, hands rubbing up and down your sides

- “it wasn’t my fault you were squeezing my dick so tight I couldn’t stop myself”

- “am I hearing the great gojou saturo has no self control?”

- you were only teasing but he took that as a challenge as he gripped your legs, pulling them up and onto his shoulders, his dripping tip rubbing against your folds

- “gojou wait, i need to-need to clean my nose!!”

- he waste no time and pushes his length back inside you, ready to punish you for thinking he was weak

- “leave it, you look cute with a runny nose anyways princess~”

- your face was covered in tears, snot, and his cum by the time he was down with you

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megumi fushiguro

“cumming way to fast” + “that time he accidentally got it in your eye”

- being a sorcerer was stressful asf

- he was exhausted literally all the time and getting injured left him bed bond for most days

- megumi barely had time to even relax

- but that’s what you were there for

- your weren’t one to brag or anything but you thought you were good at sex

- and megumi always made sure to tell you just how good you felt

- weather it’s your pussy squeezing him or the tight feeling of your throat wrapped around his throbbing length

- so to say that you felt a wee bit cocky the first time he came just seconds after bottoming out of you would be an understatement

- but you made sure to comfort him when you notice the pout and frustrated look on his face

- “that’ll never happen again” he mumbled out before cleaning you up

- but it does happen again

- about three more times actually

- and every time he grew more and more pissed at himself

- he was stressed! you knew that so you didn’t knock him if you didn’t finish

- you would tell him that it was ok

- “these kind of things happen gumi’”

- “you’re working yourself too hard baby :/“

- “let me help you relax, pls”

- expect he was never relaxed after cumming so quick inside you

- honestly, you were surprised that he could still get it up from all the stress he carries around

- finally done with finishing first every time, megumi made it his mission to get you right

- which is why he was kneeling between your legs, skirt lifted up with your panties stretched and pulled to the side as he feast on your cunt

- and you were a mess because it has been awhile since you got off and only megumi could make you see stars

- he had you spread wide for him, licking and sucking on your swollen clit that had you moaning just for him

- “ahh megumi please~” you don’t even know what your begging for but he does

- thick fingers thrusting in and out you had you gripping the sheets while your thighs tremble

- tale tale sign that you’re about to cum so he takes his fingers from out of you

- before you could whine at the loss, he’s soon thrusting his tongue inside your weeping pussy, ready to catch everything you give him

- “gumi i-im gonna cum for you!”

- “do it, cum for me kitten, cum right on my tongue”

- your body shook as you cum around the stiff muscle of his tongue, thigh squeezing around his head as you grip and pull on his hair hard

- he lets you come down, pressing kisses along your thighs before he stands up, stripping himself out of his clothes

- switching spots, you kiss along his stomach before reaching for his throbbing cock

- giving small licks against the tip to catch his precum dripping as he groans

- your mouth waters and you don’t wait a second longer before you took him in your mouth

- bobbing your head up and down, moaning when you feel him thrusting slowly in your mouth to match your rhythm

- you were just getting started when your eyes meet his right as you take him to the back of his throat

- big mistake

- the hand that has a grip your hair grows tight as he cums down your throat with a loud groan

- it caught you off guard and you didn’t have much time to prepare for his large load

- you pull off his length with a cough, he’s cum dripping from your lips as his load finishes on your face

- megumi hearing you gasping loudly brings him back to earth when he sees your head slight bent with one of your eyes squeezed shut

- “y/n?” calls as you hiss, shooting him a small glare is when he sees why

- “your cum got in my eye megumi.”

- “i-im sorry ba-“

- “dont just stare get me a towel!!”

- after cleaning you up and feeding you, megumi laid on top of you as you cuddle him closer

- he apologized more than enough you’re gonna have to give him kisses to settle him down

- “it’s ok honey, i still thought it was hot.”

- megumi could only groan, pouting as he watch you grin

- “you could say that i didn’t see it coming, huh huh?”

- megumi groaned once more as he buries his face into your neck

- yeah he definitely wasn’t going to let that happen again

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“that time it was your first time” + “was that a mouth on the side of his cheek?”

- bby boi

- you can’t really say what sex is truly like with yuuji

- since you’ve never had it with him because you were a virgin

- and he was fine with that, he’ll wait for as long as you liked

- the first time it almost happened was back in him dorm during his 3rd year

- you both talked about it and agreed to have your first time be together so a week later, yuuji had the perfect night planned for you

- he really pulled out all the stops

- we’re talking warm scented candles, rose petals, soft music playing in the background and your favorite take out

- it was actually really romantic ngl

- after dessert you found yourself laying back on his bed, making out with such passion it left you feeling buzzed

- everything was slow, both your movements gentle when taking off each other clothes

- giggling and kissing the nerves away

- yuuji reached for you bra, getting it undone with easy

- his eyes in your body from your breast down to your thighs rubbing together, pretty pink panties covering center

- “you’re so beautiful baby” he whispers

- it was moment were you took each other in before you reached for his hand, bringing it up to where you wanted him to touch you first

- your eyes closing shut once you feel his warm hand squeezing and caressing your breast, gasping softly when you feel his thumb brushing over your nipple

- his lips leaving yours before kissing down to your neck had you feel needy

- the room filling with sounds of your pleasing sighs and his heavy breathing

- all of it cut short by the sound of a low rugged voice

- “what are you waiting for? just fuck her already”

- your eyes shot open and you couldn’t stop the loud scream from your lips

- because why the fuck was there a mouth on his cheek and an eye under his eye??!?

- once you pulled the sheets over your naked body did yuuji realize what had happened

- he slaps a hand over his cheek so hard he knocked himself out of bed

- ok so maybe he didn’t tell you everything about why he was at the academy and in hindsight, he probably should of told you everything before he had you naked

- after calming you down and getting a ice pack does he tell you about how he ate an ancient cursed finger and now there is a very powerful curse living inside of him

- it was definitely hard for you to wrap your head around this information because you weren’t a sorcerer, you didnt see demons or cursed things or even knew about those kind of things

- so yeah, you were a bit freaked out, a little upset and needed sometime to think so you left

- yuuji understood and gave you as much time as you needed but he was literally dying on the inside without his baby

- he was mopey, quiet, and just overall sad to be around because he missed you so much

- finally after a few days you reached out and invited him over to your place

- tear was shed and yuuji apologizing profusely

- “im sorry y/n i love you so much, i dont want to lose you”

- “you’re not going to lose me yuuji, i love you to much for that to happen just promise me no more secret mkay?”

- he agreed with a kiss that quickly turned heated and you were back in your room

- “he’s not going to..ya know?”

- yuuji quickly shutting it down because “nope, him and i have a deal, he won’t be coming out when it’s just us, i promise”

- that’s enough to put you at ease and soon enough, clothes were thrown off and you two were finally connected

- yuuji thrust were gentle, making it easier for you to get used to his size

- his fingers rubbing circles on your clit left your body shaking and your pussy clenching around him

- and when you both cum at the same time, you’re gripping and holding each other tight

- yeah he may have shedded a tear or two when he came it was just that good

- aftercare king where he cleans you up and cuddles, whispering ‘i love you’s and soft kisses

- “promise me you won’t die yuuji”

- there’s a pause before you feel his lips kiss your forehead

- “im not going anywhere baby, i love you”

- he promised no more secrets but right now he can’t tell you what will happen the day he finds that last finger

- but for now, he’s content with just holding you until then

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aoi todo

“that time you slapped him” + “he literally blew your back out”

- the time you’ve seen todo first time was shirtless

- you were terrified and turned on because what the fuck?

- no seriously, what the fu ck¿!

- dude is massive

- like was it even legal to be that massive?

- and when he dropped his pants for you the first time, you straight up walked out the room because there ain’t no way in hell

- “that thing is not going anywhere near my pussy”

- “please babygirl, just the tip?”

- it took a very, very long time before you even allowed that

- not even when your mouth watered or your pussy went purr

- his cock was just too big

- but after awhile you kinda got used to him once you realize all your insides were still in tact

- you’ve had some sex mishap, that was much was a given since this is todo we’re speak off

- you slapped the shit out of him one time when you heard him moan some idols name while he had his dick down your throat

- you didn’t let him touch you for almost a month

- he learned his lesson quick tho

- or that time he was fucking you standing up

- legs hanging over his broad shoulders while his hands held a tight grip on your ass bouncing you up and down on his thick cock

- you were three rounds in, body hot and covered in sweat

- the room filled with sounds of your moans, his deep grunts and the sickly wet squishing sound of your pussy

- todo was abusing your whole, having just made you squirt all over his cock had sent him into a frenzy, his pace picking up at a new speed

- until he took a step forward, his foot slipping out from under him, sending him falling back but he was quick enough to reach out to grip the dresser behind him

- but not quick enough to stop the stacks of manga from falling on top of you both

- one word to describe sex with this beefy man: passion

- everything he did in bed was always him trying to show just how much of a man he is and that only he could satisfy you

- whenever he was done with you, your limps were sore and achy

- it felt like you ran a marathon then swam six miles and back

- meanwhile he barely broke a sweat

- todo always made sure you were left spent and satisfied

- no matter when or where

- and he saw you bending over, getting a small peak of the underside of your perfect ass, he had to have you

- so that’s how you found yourself in a small closet, it could fit two people comfortably

- but todo made up at least three on his own so there was barely any room but that doesn’t stop him from fucking your ass

- you held your upper half up by gripping onto the shelve in front of you as his large hands grip and squeeze your plush ass

- “thats it babygirl, doing so good”

- it felt so good taking him like this, his heavy balls slapping against your soaked cunt while he pounds his throbbing length in and out your ass

- hands slapping each cheek before leaving you spread open to watch him fuck you

- “f-fuck so tight!” he thrust harder, pushing your body forward “you love when i fuck you with this big cock don’t you?”

- you move a hand back to try and slow his movement but he only grabs it and keeps his held to your back

- “too much d-daddy..s’ too big!”

- but he keeps going, grinning wildly when he heard that

- todo stretched you out good for him and it was still to much cock for you

- your cries and moans bounce off the walls, your grip on the shelf growing loose the faster he went

- he sends another hard spank against your ass before his fingers found your needy clit

- pinching and rubbing quick circles around the bud had you gushing

- “oh fuck yeah, you filthy girl cumming from getting your ass fucked? so dirty”

- your body shakes as you tongue rolls out your mouth, panting and whining like a bitch in heat

- “fucking needy, perfect girl just for me” he growls, his hips picking up speed as he chases his high

- “t-to..slow..down”

- you could barely get any words out, your brain slowly turning to mush as you become nothing but a toy for him to cum inside

- he was going feral, loving that he can turn you so dumb from just his cock alone

- the sound of wood cracking catches your attention before the shelf you’re gripping breaks, sending the front of your body forward down

- the scream you let out make todo halt all his movements, his big hands and large arms holds your middle to keep you up right as you start to sob

- “w-what’s wrong?”

- “can’t move…it hurts!!”

- white hot pain shoot through your back as you body goes stiff

- five hours later you’re being wheeled out the hospital with strict orders to not leave the bed

- you made todo swear not to tell anyone about this and swore on takada’s life that he wouldn’t tell

- but when yuuji comes to visit and ask what happened, here comes this big guy

- “it was my dick, my dick put her in a wheelchair brother!!”

- please slap him again sis

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a-simp-20 · 3 years

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Ok, either Kuina teaching Chishiya how to roller skate or Chishiya teaching Kuina how to roller skate 💖

Roller skating Besties [Pre-borderland AU]

[AIB Masterlist]

Characters: Chishiya Shuntaro,Kuina Hikari, Takeru Danma, Aguni Morizono, Arisu Ryohei (briefly,he's there! Just wait~)

Summary: Chishiya is at his college,studying medical health care and other med student things,Kuina came to visit him and asked him if they could hang out together.

Warning!: none

Genre: Fluff,Crack. just two besties roller skating :3

Word count: 2.1K

Tag's: @niragis-right-hand-rabbit hope you like it girl!

I'm sorry this took so long!, I had to write other fics and the request on my wattpad account 😖

It's a normal day in medical school,Chishiya is at his college's lab studying on things with the other people who are in the same class as him. This time their learning about how to: Cut open a person's chest/stomach for surgeries only 101-.

I'm serious "Now beneath this white sheet,there is a dummy that you need to cut open with this small knife here..but we're not in to that step yet,the first step is to..get use to the smell of someone's corpse...without your medical masks on" His professor said,as he take's out his hand to all of them,signaling to hand their masks over to him. Everyone reached into their pockets and took out their masks,handing them over to the professor.

"Everyone ready?" The professor asked,everyone shook their head confidently while Chishiya just smirks. The professor took off the white sheet that was covering the dummy now not covering it.The smell of a corpse was fresh coming from the dummy,everyone puked and some of them holding their breath and passing out as Chishiya closes his eyes calmly as he inhaled the scent of the corpse,smirking like the Cheshire he is "Everyone failed...except for you Chishiya,you passed..now cut it open" His professor said smirking back at him "Gladly professor~" He said,as he grabbed the knife and went to the dummy.

He stood right next to it "Where do you want me to cut it open professor?" He asked,looking at his professor "The most scent able part...the stomach" His professor replied. Chishiya nodding as he brought his left hand up to the dummy's chest as his right hand cuts open the stomach of it, the scent of the dummy's stomach now filling the air, everyone once again puked and passed out in the floor and holding their breath,Chishiya? No he inhaled the scent again "Good job Chishiya!, I'm very proud that ONE of my students will TRULY become a doctor" His professor said,mentioning to the other students who failed.

[TIMES SKIP]

It is now lunch time,Chishiya sitting in the cafeteria alone eating his vegetables...specifically peas. He got out his phone,seeing a bunch of text messages from Arisu and four from Kuina. He read through the text's that were from Arisu. Arisu was talking about a medical game that he just brought that included doctor's injecting some needles into zombies to cure them back into human, Chishiya just chuckled and went into Kuina's messages.

[QUEEN-Na]

QUEEN-Na: Hey! Hey Chishiya!,ya still in school?

QUEEN-Na: guess you are. So I was hoping maybe we could go like hang out together??,Oh! Maybe we could go to a cat Cafe.

QUEEN-Na: and after we go to the cat Cafe...wait for ittt.....WE'RE GOING ROLLER SKATING BESTIE!

Doctor Cheshire: after I finish my peas we'll go.

QUEEN-Na: HECK YEAH!,I knew it you could agree!

Doctor Cheshire: yes yes now I want to enjoy peas,thank you very much.

After the chat ended Chishiya continued to chew on his peas,while looking at the window that was beside his table where he ate..he then realized...he didn't know how to skate-.

He just shrugs the thought off of his mind as he continues to eat his peas.

[AFTER MED SCHOOL]

Chishiya waited for Kuina outside his college. Kuina told him that she's going to pick him up with her car, so he waited with his hand's inside the pockets of his white jacket that the zipper was loose and revealed his black and white striped shirt,he wore black jeans and a backpack that had cat ears on them...that was given by Kuina of course for his birthday. He heard a honk of a car. He looks up to see the girl inside the car on the right driver's seat, Chishiya smirks as he walked towards her car and got in the passenger seat that is right next to her "Welcome aboard Doctor Cheshire" Kuina said smiling at him starting the car "Thank you for welcoming me..Miss Sexy butterfly girl" Chishiya said as he turned on the radio to hear some music.

Kuina began to drive "So what did you learn this time?" "Why do you want to know?,are you my mom now?" He asked,looking at her by the corner of his eyes "As if!, she's a cruel Bish! You don't deserve to be forced to do anything ya know?"

Kuina said,keeping her eyes on the road "Yeah..we're going to the cat cafe first right?" He asked her. Kuina just smiles and nods "Yup! After that we're roller skating" She said with a wide grin on her face now. Chishiya just lay's his head back into his chair as he closed his eyes.

They both finally made it to the Cat Cafe. Kuina shaking Chishiya's body lightly "We're here doc" She said sarcastically "I can see that clearly sexy butterfly" He said, looking at the Cat Cafe through the passenger's seat window "Well,time to get out!" She said,getting out of her car. Chishiya following her as they both got into the Cat Cafe to be greeted by so many cats "Look at all these little cuties!" Kuina squealed, as she grabbed a yellow munchkin cat "Look how teensy his leggies are!!" She said, holding the cat up to Chishiya's face "Are you mocking me?" Chishiya asked "Mocking?, how am I mocking you! Look at him!!! He's so cute!!!" She chirps again.

They both finally found a place to sit and ordered their food and drinks "So Chishi, do you know how to skate?" Kuina asked him while petting the yellow munchkin cat that's on her lap "Well..for someone like me that is likely to have a GOOD childhood...no" He said stroking a cat that was laying right next to him,showing it's belly demanding belly rubs which Chishiya did do.

The cat meows and purred at his touch "True,true..Oh! Maybe I could teach you how to!?" Kuina said excitedly "Sure..i would love to" Chishiya said, as the waiter put their two puddings on the table and one iced coffee for kuina. Chishiya got himself a black coffee which he is now sipping calmly while still stroking the cat beside him.

They chatted for awhile. Saying about how their doing and how work is going for Kuina and how college was going for Chishiya "Everyone didn't like the smell of the dummy..me? I liked it. I felt really at ease when I inhaled the scent of the fake corpse-" "Now you're making me want barf.. But at least it sound cool" Kuina said cutting Chishiya's sentence while sipping at her iced coffee "How is work at the shop going for you?" "Well,customer's come by and go. Buy some clothes ask if there any available size's for it, they buy it and leave" Kuina explains, swaying her spoon while explaining "Like always then?"Chishiya asked and she nods.

After the chat, they played rock papers scissors to see who would pay for their meal. Apparently, Kuina won and Chishiya lost, but Chishiya didn't care because he is wealth of money thanks to his dad. They both got out of the Cafe and went inside Kuina's car again "Next stop!, the mall!" Kuina said starting the car "So the roller skating rink is at the mall?" Chishiya asked "Yup!, I can't find any that was close in this city and your college,only the mall" She said while driving"That sucks...i hate the mall" Chishiya replies "Why?, because you don't like people surrounding you while you're walking?" Kuina asked "More like I don't like places that are crowded by..peasants.." Chishiya continues as he had a Cheshire like smirk on his face "That's the same thing but in Chishiya language" Kuina said while chuckling.

They both made it at the mall. Kuina parks her car and gets out,Chishiya following. They got into the big building "I haven't seen the mall since...last month" Chishiya said, while looking at the ceiling of the mall "What!?,you haven't gone to the mall that much before...never mind I just remembered on what you said in the car" She said. Both of them spend their time keeping each other company, both of them walking side by side. They didn't go straight to the roller skating rink no, they stopped at a hat shop that was in the mall, checking out some of the cool hats in the shop "These are some hats" Kuina said, grabbing a top hat and putting it on Chishiya's head "You look good with a top hat Chishiya" Kuina comments "Thank you..and yes I do love top hats. I really want one ever since when I was kid..my father won't let me have on cause-" "Let's not talk about that old man of yours right now, we're here in a hat shop. You live alone in an elegant apartment by yourself, you could buy the top hat if you want to!" "And the young woman is correct!" Someone said after Kuina finished her sentence "Allow me to introduce Myself, I'm Danma Takeru..also known as Hatter and the owner of this fine shop you may say" Hatter said, grinning widely "Nice hat you got there Mister Hatter" Kuina said, pointing at his hat "Why thank you!, my father gave it to me" He replies with a smile.

The shops bell rings, revealing a tall buff man with no hair. He looks like a tired dad "Ah! Mori Chan!, welcome" Hatter greets the man "This my friend, is Aguni Morizono. He's my best friend!" Hatter explains with a grin. Chishiya and Kuina nodding "So what brings the both of you here at the mall?" Aguni asked "We're here to roller skate!,and I'm teaching this kid how to do it properly" Kuina said, mentioning to Chishiya "Well that sounds fun!, maybe we could join in? It's okay if you don't want us to be there" "Sure..as long as you don't get too close to me" Chishiya finally spoke "Great!, what do you think Aguni? Would you like to?" Aguni nods "Sure" He said.

After that the four of them said their good bye's, Hatter and Aguni said that they will catch up when their both done taking care of the shop "Those two were nice" Kuina smiles as she looks down at Chishiya that was still wearing the top hat on his head, Hatter gave it to him for free. Hatter heard Chishiya's story of life and felt horrible so he decided to just give the natural blonde headed cat a gift, which was the Top hat that he likes so much.

"Ah!, and here we are!" Kuina said. Chishiya looking up to see a sign that had roller skates on it "Let's go in" Kuina said, as she opens the door "After you" Kuina mentioning to the open door for Chishiya to enter. Chishiya did enter and Kuina did the same.

The room inside was filled with neon lights and...peasants Chishiya say's. Everyone was on the rink, laughing and having fun "Doesn't this look great?" Kuina looking down at Chishiya that had a disgusted look on his face "Look at all of these peasants" Chishiya say's pointing at one of them "C'mon now, don't get your Cat attitude out!, let's go" Kuina grabbed Chishiya's hand and dragged him to the main counter.

They both got in the locker room to pick out their roller skates that were their foot size "Chishiya!,look at this one!" Kuina said excitedly. Chishiya looks at her and saw that she's holding two pair of roller skates that is black and had cat faces all over it "Huh..interesting" Chishiya said, while grabbing the roller skates that Kuina held "I knew it you would like them" Kuina grins as she grabbed a pair of blue roller skates that had white and yellow and pink flowers on them. They both put on their roller skates as they walked to the rink.

Kuina holding Chishiya's hand, guiding him to the rink. They both stepped in, Chishiya wobbling a bit "Keep your balance, it's okay. I told you I'll teach you right?" Kuina grabbed Chishiya's hand as she started to move. She let's go Chishiya's hand,leaving Chishiya at his will "okay, the first thing you have to do is walking. Just like normal" Chishiya took Kuina's advice and started taking little steps "Like this?" "Yes!, keep going...aaaand stop. Okay the next step is to balance yourself, don't panic and stay completely calm" Chishiya stayed still, balancing himself "Good! Just like that, now push your upper body to the front while lifting up your right feet and dragging it" Chishiya then did exactly that...and he did it "I- I can't believe I'm roller skating" He said, skating across the rink until he fell on his butt. Kuina trying so badly to hold her laughter as she went towards him to help him get up to his feet.

Chishiya grabbing his top hat and cleaned the dust out of it as he put's it on top of his head again "I hate this." Chishiya mumbles as he stood up again "Oh come on!, you just fell like..once" Kuina crossing her arms, looking down at the short blonde figure that was wearing a top head "Fine..i'll try again" He grumbles, Kuina smiling widely while cheering "Heck yeah!" She said as they both continued skating.

The end-

[Meanwhile Hatter and Aguni]

The two men are now skating happily together with happy faces "Isn't this fun Mori?" Hatter said, smiling at his friend that is skating behind him "Quiet so" "Oh come on!, I don't see a smile on your face" Hatter said pointing at Aguni's emotionless face "No..i am happy..this is my happy face" He said "Well whatever you say" After that Hatter didn't looked where he was going and bumped into a ln angry Chishiya.

The end~

#alice in borderland #aib #aib fanfic #imawa no kuni no alice #chishiya shuntaro #kuina hikari #Hatter #danma takeru #aguni morizono #niragis right hand rabbit #ask

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Shallow (Dean Winchester x F! Reader)

Word Count: 4549

About: Set during S15 finale, so SPOILERS. You and the boys pick up a vamp hunt while at a Pie Festival. The hunt ends tragically.

Characters: Dean, Sam, Jody, Cas, Young Dean (s15), Lyla (OC)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader (Anyone can obviously read it)

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: Language, Angst, Character Death, Depression (mentioned), Time Jumps.

A/N: It's been while since I did a SPN fic! Writing it made me miss the them more!

A/N 2: This might need some tissues.

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You laid there, feeling the cool body paint move around on your back. Dean’s gentle fingers tracing over your back could put you to sleep. This had been the most calm and rest you had in the last couple years. You deserved it! Hell, Dean deserved it more than you. He had been fighting longer than you ever had.

Dean and you crossed paths six years ago during a demon hunt. It really was your hunt and you wouldn’t want to admit it, but you really weren’t doing too hot. You were extremely lucky the Winchester’s stumbled across your hunt when they did. If it weren’t for them you’d probably be some demon's meat suit or doing the conga in hell with the devil himself. That was until you learned of where the devil really was a few years later.

You and Dean rarely got along over the first few years. The two of you always butted heads and argued during most hunts. It annoyed Sam so much that he actually told the two of you “Sleep together already! I can’t take the sexual tension and the bickering any longer.”

It didn’t take longer after that for Dean to grab your face and kiss you.

“Are you done back there?” You tried to twist a bit but a hand gently pushed you back into place.

“Nope,” Dean enunciated the word. “Almost. This is going to look epic though.”

“Doesn’t need to be the Sistine Chapel,” You buried your face back into the pillow.

Dean gasped. “Excuse me? Your back deserves a painting better than the Sistine Chapel. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t give you the best?”

You chuckled and mumbled something into the pillow.

Once Dean was finished, he reached for his phone and took a picture of it. “There we go,” you heard the smile in his voice. “Now that’s what I like to call the Sistine Back. Here, take a look.”

You lifted your head to see Dean lay on his side next to you. A huge smile painted his face as he showed the screen of his phone to you. What you saw, had you laughing uncontrollably. “Oh, Dean,” you breathed in between laughs. “This is better than the Sistine Chapel. I love it!”

Dean’s face lit up so bright, it could have brightened up the dimly lit room. “Yeah? Maybe I should get this printed out big enough to fit the ceiling in here.”

You shook your head as laughter took over your body once again. “Oh, God, yes! We can stare at the hamburger and apple pie every night we have sex.”

“Yeah,” Dean pushed you onto your back, getting the body paints onto the sheets under you. He plants a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, making you shiver through your entire body. Dean began to kiss down your body until he got to your belly. He looked up at you with those bright green eyes. Instead of slinking down further, he crept back up and hovered over you. Those eyes seemed to stare right into your soul. This man has shown you more love than any other man, including your father, has ever shown you. “I love you, don’t you ever forget that.”

“Never,” you reached up, wrapped your arms around his necK and pulled him to your lips. “I have a surprise for you.” Twisted to the side and pulled a piece of paper out of the side table drawer and handed it to him. You watched as his face lit up and looked between the paper and your face.

“A pie festival?” The excitement was clear as day in his voice. “Oh, Sweetheart, we are so going to this thing. The three of us. A huge family road trip.”

And that’s what you all did.

It was the best trip you all had. Dean tried every single pie he could get his hands on. You and Sam watched as he ate each slice. Looking like he was in heaven with each bite he took. It made you happy to see him so at peace not worrying about anything. There’s no end of the world evil to take care of. There hadn’t been for awhile.

LIfe seemed to be normal.

“You gotta try this one,” Dean sat next to you with another big box full of piece samples. He gave you a fork and pushed a pie towards you. “Don’t give it that look. It’s a honey apple pie with a tad bit of rosemary. So much sweeter than normal apple pie.” You took a small bite and Dean was right. It was sweeter.

“Not going to lie, that was pretty good,” you went for another bite.

“So, guys, get this,” Sam sat down with a newspaper in hand. Can’t be a fun trip unless Sam had his paper to look at. “There was a kidnapping last night. Father murdered and the mother’s tongue cut out. Both kids are missing.”

“Okay, doesn’t sound like our kind of thing,” you reach for the paper. “Maybe leave it to the local PD?” Suddenly, Dean took the paper from your hands and stared at the picture to the article of the tragic story.

“I’ve seen this before,” he mumbled. “Do we still have Dad’s journal?”

“Yeah, why?” Sam asked.

“I think I’ve seen these masks before.”

And Dean. Once he found the drawing John Winchester drew years ago, they matched the ones in the paper. You guys were looking at a pair of masked vamps and you guys were pretty much the closest hunters to take care of it.

“It’s one little hunt,” Dean shrugged as he checked out the weapons in the trunk. “Why don’t we take care of it and then head on home.”

It didn’t take long for you guys to locate the missing children. They were being held in an old barn on the outskirts of town. There three of you, so it shouldn’t be too hard to fight a small nest of vamps. You guys have taken out larger nests in the past.

“Come on, just this once?” Dean had asked. You peaked your head around the trunk and saw Dean holding up ninja stars with a huge smile on his face. Sam on the other hand just stared at him and shook his head.

“Not this time, man.”

Dean put the stars away while mumblings about how Sam was no fun. You smiled and patted him on the back and told him that there will be another time to use them. Dean gumbled some more and you had to remind him that you book a separate motel room away from Sam and that you brought some fun toys.

Even his favorite one to use on you.

Getting into the barn was too easy. Sam and Dean fought the two vamps that jumped out, making it easier for you to grab the two kids and get them to the impala. Once you strapped them in, you were making your way towards the driver side, you were tackled by one of the vamps.

The two of you wrestled in the dirt until you were able to break away and grab hold of your machete. You get to your feet and are tackled again, this time the vamp pins you firmly to the ground. The vamp removed his mask and bit down onto your neck, making you cry out. When the vamp pulled back, you took that small opening to headbutt him and kick in in the groin. You rolled away and quickly stood up and swung your machete. The vamp's head rolled onto the ground. You looked up and saw the terrified look on the children’s face.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you told them when you opened their door. You pulled the blankets over them and gave them some water and the sandwiches you made. “Drink and eat, we’ll get you home soon.” You heard it go quiet in the barn. It was too quiet and something in you told you something wasn’t right. “Hang on tight,” you closed the door and ran inside the barn.

What you saw, it almost knocked the wind out of you. There, Dean’s back was pressed firmly against a wooden pillar with a pained expression on his face. You ran up to him and looked at the damage and felt the tears fall as your heart begin to break.

Dean wasn’t going to come back from this.

“Dean,” you whispered as you met his eyes.

“I know, sweetheart,” He winced as he spoke. You saw his breathing get deeper and more shallow. “I love you. Don’t you forget that when you find someone else.” You squeezed your eyes shut because there was nothing you can do or say that will change the outcome of this. You felt Dean’s hand on your face pulling you towards his lips.

This kiss wasn’t like past kisses. It was firm and passionate and slow. He wanted you to remember this kiss for years to come. “Until we meet again,” Dean whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Take care of her, Sam,” Dean added.

Everything that followed after that, felt like a dream. Your body felt heavy as you drove the kids to the nearest police station with some story about how you found them. The man that you loved, the man who you spent many nights talking about some kind of future, that man was now gone.

When you got back to the barn, the sun was just beginning to rise. You saw Sam sitting next to a covered up heap and the realization, again, hit you hard. The cover heap was Dean’s body. You stopped the impala and got out. Sam looked up at you with red eyes. You knew he had been crying hard. Probably as hard as you had. Sam got up and effortlessly picked up Dean and placed him in the back seat.

The whole way back to the bunker, neither of you spoke. You just took turns crying and driving. Stopping on the side of the road and just letting the other scream out in whatever pain the two of you had left in your bodies.

Back at the bunker, the two of you worked and got a pyre ready. When it was ready, you watched as Sam carried his big brother's body and gently placed it on the wooden display. You stood, with Miracle standing next to you. She had been whimpering off and on. She knew Dean was up there. You knelt down and let her nuzzle you while you let some more tears fall. Miracle was all you had left of Dean now.

Sam had some trouble lighting the pyre so you went up and helped it light it. Soon, the pyre and Dean were on fire. Then the two of you stared at it until it was nothing but ash.

***

You sat in Jody’s spare room while Miracle laid at your feet. You still wished all of this were a dream because neither you nor Sam, could adjust to the new reality that Dean was gone. So the two of you packed up what you could and left the bunker.

You guys drove until you were on Jody’s doorstep at midnight. She knew something was wrong when she looked deeply into your faces and asked where Dean was. When she saw the tears in your guys eyes, her whole face fell. She pulled the two of you into the tightest hug and held on tightly as the three of you cried silently.

A gentle knock on your door startled you. You got up and answered the door and saw Sam standing there. He was dressed in fresh clothes holding two cups of coffee.

“Are you, uh, doing okay?” Sam asked as you took the coffee from him. “I know it’s a stupid question but…”

You gave a pained smile, “I know I’ll be okay, but I feel like I won’t be okay. I’ve tried praying to Jack but I’m pretty sure he’s busy fixing Heaven.” You recount the hours you cried out to Jack about the loss of Dean. You cried about how you wanted him back. You cried about how you were supposed to move on from an epic love like that. You cried about how you just missed him and needed him to make it better.

“Same here,” Sam ran his hands through his hair. “I’m going to go look at places, apartments, that we can share and see what kind of jobs we can get. Do you want to come along?”

You took a deep breath and looked at the ground. “Not today, maybe tomorrow. I really want to spend time alone and process these last couple days.”

“Okay, no worries,” Sam nodded his head. “I’ll see you when I come back.”

“Okay.”

You waited until Sam had been gone for an hour to pack your bags again and head down stairs. You were in the process of opening the door when you heard someone behind you. Turning around you saw Jody standing in the entryway with you. She didn’t say anything, she just pulled a pair of keys out of the bowl next to her and handed them to you.

“Call me when you're safe,” she placed a hand on your face and gave you a smile. “I can’t bear to lose another kid.” A few tears slipped down her cheek.

Agreeing to call her, you slipped out the door and to the car Jody let you use. You got in and made sure Miracle was settled in the passenger seat. Then you were on your way out of town. You weren’t sure where you would go but you knew you needed to get far away from everything.

You needed to start fresh somewhere.

***

Years have passed and you’ve found that the pain of losing Dean has lessened. You’re able to have random memories of him without crying or hours and days on end. You were able to wake up without feeling like there was a hole on your chest. You were finally able to tell Sam why you ran after you were states away. You promised him it would be for a bit and that you’ll contact him.

Sadly, that day never came.

Two months after losing Dean you began to feel sick. You weren’t sure if it was the stress of losing Dean or starting a new life or both. So, off you went to the doctors and there you sat on the papery bed feeling like you were hit by a truck. The words that the doctor told you, they echoed around in your head.

“And the father?” the words were almost like a whisper in your already loud and spinning head.

“What?” you shook your head.

“That father?” the doctor repeated. “What do you know about the father?”

You took a deep breath and looked at the ground. “Um, he’s not in the picture.” Your voice had been quiet. Your heart felt like it had been breaking all over again. Part of you couldn’t believe this was happening. Part of you believed it, Dean and you were never really safe when it came to sex.

“One night stand? We do have options,” the doctor began to say.

“No no,” you shook your head. “The father, he’s um...he passed away.” You choked on the words. Hearing it out loud, made his death all the more real.

“My apologies,” The doctor whispered.

You took the pamphlets and walked out of the doctors. You didn’t know what you would do. This was all so new and all so painful at the same time. Dean was supposed to be here with you whenever this happened. In the end, you chose to keep the baby. You called Jody and Donna and told them, making them both promise not to tell Sam.

Over the years, you heard about Sam through Donna and Jody. He got married and had a kid of his own. You wanted to reach out but at this point it had been years and the two of you had settled into non hunting life. It wouldn’t be fair to disrupt it.

As more years passed, you saw Lyla become more and more like her father. She had his green eyes and his smile. She was smart and would get her hands on just about anything and that made you wonder, where did she get that from. Smart brains ran on both sides. Maybe something from Sam or something from your father. She loved pie just as much as Dean, and you’d take her to the pie festival every year.

As Lyla grew, she asked about Dean from time to time and you told her what you could. You also told her that when she turned into an adult you would tell her more, that telling her while she was young and child wouldn’t be safe or wise. In the meantime, you told her all the things asked about.

“What was Daddy’s favorite food?”

“What did Daddy like to do for fun?”

“What was Daddy’s favorite color?”

“Did Daddy have a favorite movie?”

The questions were endless, but you loved to answer them. Then one day, Lyla came up to you one morning, her dark hair looking like a bird's nest. Her face was beaming with happiness.

“Mommy,” Lyla’s voice was an octave higher. “Did you know, Daddy is in Heaven?”

You almost choked on your coffee. “What, Sweetie?”

“Daddy, he’s in Heaven. An angel told me,” she walked off and grabbed her stuffed chicken, one that she named Chickie Meow Meow, and hugged it tightly.

“What angel?” you asked. You got up and began to check all your warding, the ones that kept the bad creatures out. Everything seemed to be in place, even that salt that still blended in with your window panels. Then you checked to see if Lyla still wore the anti-possesion charm necklace you had made for her. She still did. “What did the angel look like?”

“He wore a funny brown jacket,” she answered. “He said his name was Cas. He wanted me to tell you that Daddy is fine. That they are looking over us.” You pulled Lyla into a hug and let some tears fall.

***

You walked into that old abandoned barn. You had left Lyla with Jody for the weekend. You sat down and placed all that you needed to summon Cas. You didn’t want to pray, you knew Cas all too well, he probably wouldn’t show up. But if you summoned him, you knew he had no choice but to come and see you. You lit the match and dropped it into the bowl and waited.

“Y/N” The deep, rough voice said your name.

You turned to see Cas standing there. In the same thing that he had been taken away in. But it was cleaner. “How are you alive?” you asked outright.

“Jack, he brought me back,” Cas took a few steps closer to you. “You know you could have prayed and I would have come.”

“But would you?” you gave the angel a smirk and raised your eyebrows.

“I did it for Lyla,” Cas looked into your eyes. “She prayed about Dean and wanted to know if he was in Heaven. I thought it best that it was me to come to her.”

You looked down, you couldn’t bear to look into the angel's blue eyes. You always assumed things and that always backfired and kicked you in the ass. “Then why didn’t you come to me when I cried out to you or to Jack?”

“I did,” Cas closed the distance and placed a hand under your chin and lifted your face to meet his eyes. “Each night that you cried yourself to sleep, I was there sitting at the foot of your bed. Each night that you drank yourself to sleep, before you found out you were pregnant, I sat there and rubbed your back the way Dean told me too. Then when you were in that delivery room all by yourself, I was there to make sure things went smoothly. Then when you were sleeping, I memorized everything there was about Lyla. I have watched over the two of you these last nine years. Dean would be so proud of how far you have come.”

You stood there and cried silently as Cas spoke. “Cas,” you whispered, wiping the tears from your face. “I don’t know what to say.”

“I can’t be on Earth as much, Jack and I are still fixing Heaven but I can tell you that Dean is waiting for you.” Cas moved his hand to your shoulder. “I have to go, but I was told to tell you, I love you by Dean.”

Then you were alone.

***

Twelve year passed and you’re helping Lyla with a college event. She had just turned twenty-one and was nearly done with her bachelor degree. At this point, she knew all that there was to Dean. She knew he was a hunter, that he saved the world countless times, that he had some faults, and so on.

Lyla knew of what goes bump in the night. She’s read every note and the journal you kept during the time you had been hunting. When she asked if Dean kept one, you had told her that he didn’t. That he used his fathers and you weren’t sure where that ended up. Lyla even went above and got whatever protection tattoos down her spine.

So, while you’re helping Lyla you had a boy, about nineteen years old come up to the booth and look around. He looked familiar to you. He wore a long sleeve flannel, that was probably why. Sam and Dean always wore flannel. That was probably why and it made you miss the younger Winchester. You should have kept in contact with him or at least told him of Lyla.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called out to you.

You turned around and your heart just about fell from your chest. There standing with grey hair, was Sam Winchester. He hadn’t changed too much except for the hair and the fact that he wore glasses. He still looked like the Sam Winchester you knew all those years ago.

“Sam?” You crossed your arms.

“The one and only,” he smiled. “What are you doing here?”

Before you could answer, Lyla came up to you. “Mom, we’re going to need some more pamphlets, we’re just about out.” You turned to Lyla who saw Sam. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It’s okay, take my keys and you can go print some out at the UPS down the street,” You motioned to your bag.

After Lyla had left you turned back to Sam who had watched her the whole time. It was like he knew. “So, you have a kid too?” You heard the tone in his voice. Lyla looked so much like Dean these days, you knew someone from your past was bound to notice. Sam most of all.

“Yeah,” you answer quietly. “Her name’s Lyla.”

“Cool, that’s great you found someone to populate the Earth with,” Sam gestured towards you. That tone he held was still there. The look in his eyes was the very same one he used on you when he called you out on yours and Dean’s sexual tension.

“You know, don’t you?” you lowered your arms.

“She looks a lot like Dean,” Sam whispered. “Is that why you ran? Is that why I never heard from you?” You stared at Sam and tried to hold back your emotions. “Dean’s final words were to take care of you. I failed at that when you ran.”

“You failed when you didn’t come and look for me,” you lashed out. “I thought you would have looked for me despite everything I told you. You should have found me. Then I find out through Jody your married and have a kid, I thought it best not to mess up what you got for yourself.”

Sam stared at you and nodded. “I should have and I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” you whispered and looked around. The boy in the flannel was still there. Then it hit you. “Is that?”

“My son,” Sam’s face lit up brighter than you’ve ever seen it. “His name is Dean.”

For the next five years you kept in touch with Sam. You guys spent holidays and birthdays with each other. That was, until you got sick and the doctors couldn’t help you. So, in your hospital room, Sam sat beside you. He wasn’t doing too well either, but he held your hand and smiled at you.

“Tell Dean I said hi,” were the last words you heard.

***

When your eyes opened again, you were sitting on a bench. Around you was a field of just plain old grass and a few trees. You knew this place all too well. You stood and realized you were back in your younger body. Having that kind of movement again, it was amazing. You began to walk around, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. It all felt nice and it made you smile.

“Hey, Sweetheart.”

You spun around at the familiar sound. There he stood, looking handsome as ever in his jacket and leaning against the Impala with that heartwarming smile. “Dean,” you said his name like he hadn’t been dead for almost three decades.

Dean pushed himself off the impala and closed the distance between the two of you. He placed a hand on your cheek and brushed his calloused thumb over it. You closed your eyes and took in the touch. “You know, time is different up here. It doesn’t feel like it’s been twenty-six years.” Then he pressed his lips to yours and the feel almost knocked you off your feet.

“Are we allowed to kiss in Heaven?” you pulled away from him.

“I don’t think Jack minds,” Dean smiled and gathered you into his arms and pressed his lips more firmly to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself against him. “Wanna go for a ride?” He asked when he pulled away.

“Sure, I missed this beauty.” You ran your hand along the impala and just as you were about to get in, Dean staring at you caught your eye. “What?”

“Cas says you had a baby,” Dean crossed his arms on top of the hood. “I have to ask…”

You smiled at him and leaned on the hood as well. “She’s yours and she’s incredible. Loves pie just like her daddy. I thought Cas would’ve told you.”

“Time moves differently up here,” Dean repeated what he said earlier. “What’s her name?”

“Lyla,” you smiled. “Lyla Winchester.”

“I wish I got to know her,” Dean spoke softly.

“You will,” you got into the passenger side. “I can tell you all you want about her.”

Dean followed you into the impala. “I don’t have to worry about some random dude coming here and claiming you as his wife or something?”

“Nope,” You sat back. “Now drive or I’ll start walking.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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fallingappleshurt · 3 years

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63 with Wilbur and Techno. Bonus if it's a flashback to their childhood after wilbur's death.

Hi yes I write things I swear

So the second part of the request is more directly implied than outright stated so oops but yeah! Also this takes place in some modern AU because the SMP is tiring me

all that’s dead and gone and passed tonight

TW: swearing, major character death (already dead not- they are just grieving)

Techno felt like he was watching himself in a painting, a shitty, hazy painting. One where the artist got frustrated and gave up halfway through, smearing the paint up and down and across the canvas in rage.

He couldn’t focus- the smudges on his glasses were distracting and unwanted tears building up in his eyes were blurring the words on his assignments together.

The sky was screaming, the wind whipped at the trees and slapped at the house, thunder shook the clouds and lightning slipped through the cracks. It was raining so hard Techno couldn’t see out his window.

Sharp and painful feelings that he tried so hard to crush were bubbling up along with tears in his eyes- he couldn’t do this. He had at least 3 assignments due at midnight and 2 missing ones that he couldn’t find the motivation to do, he should probably shower, he felt gross- and the rain made him think of Wilbur-

Oh god Wilbur.

If Wilbur were here he’d make Techno take a break after teasing him for awhile, hanging upside down on Techno’s bed and commenting on his fantastic posture.

He jammed his hands in his hair, nails getting caught on the tangles and coating his hands with grease, pulling and digging his fingers into his scalp. This was the last thing he wanted to think about was Wilbur- fuck- his stupid fucking hair was getting in the way.

Phil had tried to get him to take care of it again but even brushing his hair felt like a hassle and Wilbur wasn’t there to braid it. Techno knew how to braid and care for his own hair- but Wilbur would always do it- he used to.

His chest was tight- ribs mending together and crushing his lungs- no he had to focus- just get these assignments done- the thunder cracked outside again.

Tears burned his face, he was tired, so tired, he knew he didn’t have the right to be but he was- he went to grab his pencil only to accidentally jerk at his hair again.

He snapped, shoving his papers and books off the desk, jumping up so fast his chair fell over.

Techno pushed his door open and stomped into the bathroom, rummaging through the drawers in the dark like a mad man, washcloths and toothbrushes and bandaids being shoved aside until he found the scissors.

He grabbed a chunk of his hair- yanking it so he could see it better- and lined the scissors up. He paused, tears clouding his vision to the point where he could barely see himself- did he really want to get rid of it? Of something that took so long to grow- something Wilbur liked so much?

His eyes flickered to the small nightlight on the wall.

He bit his tongue and sliced through his hair.

Iron filled his mouth as he threw his hair on the floor, snipping wildly at the other parts, ripping them away, feeling the jagged ends brush against his face and neck.

Techno dropped the scissors, he stumbled out of the bathroom and back towards his room- it felt unfamiliar but homey at the same time- it smelled like dust and ink.

He collapsed on the already made bed, it was soft and enveloped in him in a cool but familiar sheet of grief.

He wrapped his arms around the pillow, that smelled like the shampoo that Wilbur had insisted on using, holding it to his chest, and somehow fell asleep.

“You’ve been sitting there for the last 3 hours, I thought you’d be finished by now.” Wilbur commented, flopping down on Techno’s bed.

“Shut up.”

Wilbur snorted, “You’re in a mood.”

Techno gripped his pencil tighter, “Go away- I’m busy.”

“You’ve said that a lot recently-”

“Cause I’ve been busy so fuck off!”

Wilbur rolled off the bed, setting his hand on Techno’s shoulder, “You need a break-”

“I need to finish this project-”

“It’s due on Monday, you’ll still have the rest of the weekend to finish it, now come on, we’re going on a walk.”

“But it’s raining,”

“So? That’s what makes it fun, besides it's basically summer so it’s warm.”

Techno let Wilbur drag him out of his room, past Tommy who was passed out on the couch with the TV blaring, and through the kitchen towards the garage.

“Leave your shoes.”

“What?”

“Walking barefoot in the rain feels much better than with shoes, now come on! You’re so slow!”

They walked out of the garage and were immediately pelted with fat drops of water as the sky dumped buckets on them. Wilbur grinned and they continued down the driveway and down the sidewalk.

Techno felt like an idiot, walking in the rain in shorts and a t-shirt with his twin, but strangely, he didn’t mind it. Wilbur closed his eyes and put his head back, smiling widely, letting the rain hit his face and drench his hair.

Barely anybody was out, Techno could see faint light filtering from other peoples windows but the streets were clear, he watched leaves and twigs get swept down the little rivers that ran down the curb every time it rained.

Wilbur grabbed his hands suddenly, spinning them around, Techno was barely able to stop himself from falling.

“What-”

“Come on Tech! Move your feet, get your blood flowing!” Wilbur twisted them around again, laughing. His laugh was like little drops of sunlight in the sea.

Techno snorted, trying to keep up with Wilbur’s rapid pace.

They spun themselves at a shitty old field by the middle school, where the buses would park over the summer and the people would let their dogs run. The asphalt was gray and cracked, huge potholes filled with water and pebbles.

Wilbur pulled him along, urging him to go faster, until they were running. They ran through the puddles, splashing muddy water on their legs. Techno ran and ran, feeling the wind in his hair that was simultaneously sticking to his forehead, his feet hit the ground so hard he thought they might bleed but he finally felt like he wasn’t wrapped in a foggy haze.

Wilbur nearly tripped twice and Techno couldn’t see out of his glasses but for the first time in months he felt like he could breathe.

Eventually they went back home, creeping through the house Techno went to get changed and dry himself off, once he did he sat back down to work on his project again. Only for Wilbur to poke his head through the door, droplets of water still clinging to his hair.

“Oh no you don’t, I just got you to loosen up, you gotta stay loose. Come here,”

“I really should be working-”

“Shut up and let me braid your hair.”

Techno found himself in Wilbur’s room sipping a cup of hot chocolate, curled up on the bed with Wilbur running his fingers through his hair, sectioning it off for braids.

It was still pouring outside, rain pattering against the window, the ceiling fan creaked and rattled mixing in with the TV’s soft melody of a cheesy old show Techno hadn’t seen in years. The multicolored Christmas lights Wilbur had taped to the wall were glowing softly but still brighten the room.

When Wilbur finished the last braid he leaned against his twin, his hot chocolate forgotten on the desk, “Stay the night with me?” He asked quietly, “It’ll be just like old times.”

Techno nodded and Wilbur laid his head on his shoulder, just like old times.

Phil had been worried when he woke muffled thumps and bangs coming from the hall but after quickly investigating found that they were safe.

He felt the panic flare up again for a moment when he peered in and saw Techno wasn’t in his room and it was in complete disarray but relaxed when he found him in Wilbur’s room, curled up, fast asleep.

He wondered if he should wake him and ask if he was alright but ultimately stopped himself, he couldn’t do that to him, even in the dim light Techno looked more at peace then he had in months.

It had been months since Wilbur died and Phil’s chest burned everyday, there was a piece missing from his home, his heart, his family, he lost his songbird.

He knew it affected his other sons too, Tommy flipped between loud fits of rage and sadness, screaming or sobbing softly, while Techno was barely managing to scrape by as human.

Wilbur and Tommy were close but Wilbur and Techno had been by each other's sides since birth.

He remembered Wilbur refusing to leave Techno’s side when he was sick and how Techno never missed one of his concerts. The paper crowns and crudely made flags and swords as they decided they were the most fearsome duo that would conquer the land one day.

They never got that far.

Phil knew Techno tried to put on a brave front but it was cracking, piece by piece, baggy eyes, slipping grades, and forgetting to eat. He had tried to help but nothing seemed to be working, Techno was slipping into a husk of himself.

Wilbur may have been in a casket but any fool could see Techno was the dead one.

#owo got sad and wrote some fluff and some pain #twin Wilbur and techno has my heart #mcyt #wilbur soot #philza #technoblade #fanfiction #fanfic #Apples Writing #hurt no comfort #fluff #dreams #asks #answered #sleepyblr #sleepyboysinc #family AU #family dynamic #family feels

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rukia-writes · 3 years

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Eren K. X (fem) reader

Setting: modern au

Storyline: Kruger’s daughter introduces her sexy friend from college to her father and the summer gets hotter.

Masterlist

Warnings: sex, little smut

The atmosphere was thick in Kruger’s kitchen as his sister had unexpectedly arrived. Not only that but to see a sexy young college student cooking in her older brother’s kitchen, something that she didn’t see everyday. Kruger did his best to straighten out the matter, explaining that (Name) was his daughter’s best friend and was a guest.

Kruger’s sister seemed to agree, but Kruger knew that he would hear more about it later.

Even after introducing herself the air was thick tension, it seemed Kruger’s sister was very interested in (Name) as she kept asking questions to which (Name) answered the best she could. Even after cooking it all seemed very tense and things only escalated when Kruger’s sister pointed to Kruger’s marriage finger.

“Hey, where is your ring?”

Both (Name) and Kruger looked at Kruger’s finger that once had a wedding band around it. (Name) didn’t say anything as Kruger scratched the side of his neck only making the tension rise.

“It’s at home. I left it at home.”

“Forgot to bring it?”

“Yeah.”

Kruger’s sister smirked as she looked at (Name) then back to Kruger’s finger. It was true, Kruger’s wife had long passed away. However, Kruger still would wear his wedding band. Even going as far refusing date anyone else, mainly due to raising his daughter and solely concentrated on her future and his work.

“My niece tells me you actually haven’t had your wedding band on in a few weeks.”

At that moment (Name) choked on her drink while Kruger mentally cursed, his daughter was just like him on noticing even the smallest things. The smile on Kruger’s sister lips widened as she waited for the explanation for this one.

“Well, I couldn’t find it for awhile there.”

“Ah, yeah. I’m sure it was very hard to find with all the distractions and all.”

Kruger didn’t like the tone of voice his sister used as though he was being tested and teased. In truth, his sister was also able to notice small things. A family habit. In truth, (Name) thought to herself she had only seen it once and that was many weeks ago, and only once. (Name) did however know the marital situation with Kruger from Kruger himself and from her best friend.

“How long will you be staying?”

“A few weeks, why?”

“No, you can’t stay a few weeks.”

“Yes I can. Who else is going to keep you company?”

The two bickered as (Name) listened in finding their bickering rather amusing. Eating Kruger’s sister found out that her niece was still suffering from a rough hangover, recalling her earlier days of partying. Going upstairs she went to go check on her niece while Kruger and (Name) discussed what would happen next seeing as how they had company joining them.

Which much didn’t change, they would still carry on as before. After all, Kruger’s daughter still had no idea of what was going on. Getting over on his sister wouldn’t be easy however, and Kruger knew that. However, that wouldn’t deter him of having fun.

It was nearly three in the morning when (Name) had managed to make it to Kruger’s room, by passing his sister and daughter’s room. The two did manage to talk for a bit before finding themselves on Kruger’s bed, instead of having rough sex like usual tonight was a bit different. Opting for slower and passionate sex which in (Name)’s opinion was a bit sexier as Kruger took his time and would whisper sweet things in her ear, this would earn Kruger several scratch marks going down his back.

While it was still the middle of summer Kruger knew that summer would end, hence (Name) going back to college. Being away from him.

This thought came to him which made him mutter a “Damn it.” Kissing her neck he heard (Name) whimper a mutter a “More” to which Kruger thrusted his cock inside her harsher. Not realizing his grip on the sheets were tightened by the second as he thought of (Name) leaving him.

Which would happen and there was nothing he could do.

Then of all times another thought came to him of which he wasn’t too fond of, which was (Name) perhaps having eyes for another person while back at college.

Someone younger than himself.

Then again, he thought to himself what could he do?

These thoughts were interrupted when (Name) decided to get on top and ride his cock for once. Which was quite the experience for Kruger as he was the one to call the shots, but having her ride his cock felt amazing to him. Beyond amazing as one moan after another left him while watching her breasts jiggle when she moved or bounced on his cock, his hands on her hips helping her or slapping her ass.

Which whenever he did slap her ass made her clit twitch excited making her moan a loud. Kruger would have told her to be quiet but he was too busy enjoying (Name)’s cunt to care at the moment. As a matter of fact, Kruger would thrust upwards more and more getting control as his cock would hit (Name)’s sweet spot over and over. Resulting in her shamelessly moaning on his cock which was music to Kruger’s ears, his grip on her hips became tighter on her hips.

This carried on into the late hours of the night.

The sun was starting to slowly light up in the sky as the two were laying on their backs catching their breath. (Name) in all her years had never had sex like that, feeling drained yet so satisfied and happy. Kruger himself had never experienced such passionate sex before even with wife, it was something he was really enjoying.

“That was ..so good.”

Was the only thing (Name) could get out then proceeded to cuddle up to him, her face on his chest making surprising Kruger for a second time. Smirking Kruger then rubbed her back and the two were silent for a bit before Kruger heard something he wasn’t expecting.

“What are you going to do when I leave for college?”

(Name)’s tone of voice was soft and laced with worry Kruger could tell, honestly for a few seconds he didn’t know what to say.

“..I don’t know. What will you do when you’re at college? I mean, I know of course you’re going to school..but I mean ..are you going to..see other people?”

Kruger wasn’t a shy person and he wasn’t a nervous person either, but for once in his life he was quite nervous. In the short few months (Name) had managed to do something that no other person could do since his wife’s death and that was finally fall in love again.

“What? No, absolutely not. You’re not going to see other people, right?”

“I haven’t been on a date in years..well over a decade.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

The man couldn’t believe he said that, but it was true. Crawling on top of him (Name) then pinched Kruger’s cheek making him wince in pain.

“Then it’s time for a date, let’s go later this week.”

“I don’t know, it’s going to be hard getting past my sister.”

“We can come up with an-“

“Sweetie! Kruger?! Are you here?”

(Name) looked at the door surprised someone else was in the Kruger’s home without setting the alarm, the person sounded worried. Whispering to Kruger (Name) simply asked,

“Who is th-“

(Name) was interrupted as Kruger sat up and quickly wrapped the bedsheets around (Name) and looking for his clothes while whispering, “it’s my mother.” (Name) gasped as she wrapped the bed sheets around her thinking back to when Kruger’s daughter showed her a picture of her supposed grandmother, she looked young herself yet she was nearly in her sixties.

“Why is she here? She should be back at home-“

“Boy, get out here and show us this pretty girl already.”

(Name) assumed that the second voice was Kruger’s father and the expression on Kruger’s face confirmed it. Grabbing (Name) by the wrist he kindly pushed her towards the closet which was rather spacious but still she wasn’t too thrilled about hiding in a closet.

“You are not putting me in a closet Mr.”

“(Name), you’re going to have to. It won’t be long-“

“Like hell it won’t, I’m not hiding in a closet.”

Kruger sighed as he thought to himself this wasn’t the time nor the place, and neither was the thought of him admiring (Name) wrapped up in his bed sheets. To him she looked quite sexy to him but a knock to the door snapped him out of it. Whispering to (Name) he tried again.

“Get in the closet.”

“..I’ll get in the closet if you take me on a date this week.”

Kruger sighed and scratched his neck then he agreed making (Name) smile, Kruger gave her a warning of “stay very quiet” before closing the door. Not that it mattered to (Name) at this point as she was thrilled at Kruger taking her on a date, something she had wanted all summer. All at once her thoughts were interrupted as she heard the door open and a women enter.

Creaking the door a bit she saw an woman looking around the place saying “Are you okay?” Over and over followed by Kruger saying he was fine. Then a tall older man came into the room asking about a “Young and pretty girl.” (Name) assumed that Kruger’s father was talking about her and that Kruger’s sister really did tell their dad.

“Sweetie, your bed is a mess.”

“I just woke up mom.”

“I’ll make up your bed, why don’t you go downstairs and I’ll make breakfast.”

“My bed is fine, why don’t you go downstairs and rest. I know you two are tired.”

“Babe, I don’t see a pretty girl here.”

(Name) tried not to laugh as Kruger’s father was in the bathroom fixing his hair, Kruger’s mother on the hand waved off her husband.

“I don’t care about this pretty girl, honey. I care about my son-and where is your wedding band?!”

“Pardon? Put your glasses on babe.”

“I don’t need to put my glasses on. He doesn’t have his wedding band on.”

Kruger’s mother held her son’s hand in hers examining his hand and so did the father. (Name) mentally cursed herself as she was supposed to ask about the ring last night but didn’t get a chance. Kruger gave the same answer he did when his sister nearly caught him, it was simply at home. Kruger’s mother gasped knowing it was very out of character of her son, Kruger’s father merely shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, I’m not worried about all that. I’m ready to play some golf, so let’s go boy.”

“Golfing? At this hour? At least have breakfast.”

The two bickered a bit before Kruger’s mother gasped in horror, scaring even Kruger. Bending down Kruger’s mother picked up a familiar sleeveless shirt that belonged to a young and sexy college student. Holding it up to her son who was very nervous at this point while the father was examining the shirt as well.

“Who’s shirt is this? And why is it here?”

✨Rukia-Writes✨

#summer series: kruger

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fandoms-are-my-friends-1321 · 3 years

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Moon of my Life, My Sun and Stars

I know this is from Game of Thrones, but it works perfectly for this fic idea. This is my first time writing for King Schultz (even though I have another fic for him in my drafts). Anyway, hope you all enjoy it! As always gif and characters are not mine.

Description: Y/N thought that the person they liked returned their feelings, but they were sadly mistaken. Little did they know that a certain German has loved them all along

Warnings: cursing, mentions of murder/bounty hunting, a little bit of drinking, some insecurities/uncertainties, if I miss something feel free to tell me!

Y/N walked down the dirt road that cut the town of Daughtry in half. The sun had just started to set, and Y/N was eager to get to the local bar. They planned to meet with someone that they had fancied since they arrived in town a few weeks ago. It seemed obvious to them that this person had the same feelings, especially with the lingering looks and charming smile that they sent towards Y/N.

Y/N made sure to prepare for the occasion of course. They had on the nicest outfit they owned, and it was sure to impress the person they had fallen for. With a pep in their step, Y/N pushed open the swinging doors of the bar and walked inside. The other men and woman in the bar seemed to be enjoying themselves, and Y/N planned to join in on the fun.

Y/N spotted the person they were looking for sitting at the bar. They looked even more attractive than the first time Y/N saw them at a small shop in town. Y/N went to buy guns for Django and King Schultz, two bounty hunters that they started to travel with two years ago. The two men were trying to hide out, for they didn’t want their current bounty to know they were there. Y/N understood, and they were glad they weren’t with them that day. Sure, they were amazing people, but Y/N didn’t want them to interfere with their attempts at flirting.

Y/N’s attempts had worked, and that led to where they were now. However, things took a turn for the worst. A woman walked up to the person Y/N planned to meet, and they placed a rough kiss on their lips, which was gladly returned. Y/N could feel the bile rise in their throat, and they stormed out of the bar without looking back.

Y/N quickly dashed into the inn where they were staying with Django and King. The two were sitting at a table on the far side of the first floor, and they both noticed Y/N’s harsh entrance. The two men shared a look between each other before King stood up from his seat. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Come sit with Django and I, and we can talk about what happened.”

“I don’t need to talk about it! I just want to be alone,” Y/N shouted back as they climbed the stairs of the inn. They whiped at the stream of tears that started to fall from their eyes.

King simply stood in the middle of the inn. He had never seen Y/N so upset, and he never wanted to see it again. Over the two years that Y/N had traveled with him and Django, King had fallen for Y/N. Part of him knew that they deserved better, someone younger than him, and yet he couldn’t ignore his feelings for them. Django moved to stand beside King, and they both looked up the stairway. A loud slam could be heard from the top.

“Y/N seems pretty upset, Doc. I think we should leave them be for awhile,” Django commented.

“I can’t stand to see them like this. Y/N deserves the world, and I’m going to prove it to them,” King replied.

“While you do that, I’m going to take care of the bounty. If things go sideways, we’ll meet outside of town.”

King simply nodded his head, and Django went back to grab his gun that was laying on the table. Django swiftly left the inn while King ascended the stairway. Y/N was staying in the room across from Django and King’s, and on the other side of the thin door, the sounds of Y/N’s sobs reached his ears. He had heard men scream and beg for their lives, and yet this sound was far worse than that. He pushed back the long strands of his hair away from his face and sighed. King gently knocked on the door to Y/N’s room.

“May I come in Y/N? I’m not going to come in unless you want me too, but I want to help you through this, Fräulein,” King said as he waited patiently for Y/N to answer. No reply came, but King could hear movement from inside the room. Y/N appeared as they threw the door open. King’s chest tightened at the sight of them.

Y/N’s eyes were swollen, and tears still cascaded down their cheeks. King wondered how in the world someone could hurt Y/N, one of the sweetest people in the world, so much so that they reduced them to tears.

“There isn’t anything to talk about,” Y/N stated as they removed the tears from their cheeks in order to look somewhat presentable. “Everything is perfectly fine, but I appreciate the concern.” Y/N stumbled over to the vanity that stood beside a wide open window. They pulled a bottle of alcohol from one of the drawers, and took a long swig of the burning liquid.

King crossed the room in just a few steps, and gracefully removed the bottle from Y/N’s hand. “I don’t think you need any more of this, my dear.”

Y/N simply sat in silence. They were to wore out to try and argue, and they knew it would be pointless to argue since King was correct. The silence remained for a moment until King moved to stand next to Y/N. He placed his calloused hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Y/N inhaled a shakey breath. “I went to meet someone this evening. I thought that there could have been something between us, but I was a fool to believe that. I could never mean anything to anyone. I just, it’s hard sometimes.”

Y/N started to tear up again, but King had enough of seeing the one he cared about so dearly be torn apart by these emotions. He turned Y/N around and pulled them to his chest. The dam broke once again, and Y/N grabbed at King’s vest. King in return held them as close as he possible could, and rubbed reassuring circles on Y/N’s lower back.

“Shh, it’s okay, liebling. Everything’s going to be just fine. Come on, I have something I want to show you.”

King escorted Y/N down the stairs, his arm never leaving its position on their waist. They walked outside of the inn, and King gestured up at the sky. “Look around, and tell me what you see.”

Y/N sniffled as they moved their gaze up towards the heavens. “I see the stars and the moon.”

“That’s right, my dear. All across the sky are millions of stars, possibly even billions. Have you ever heard the Hindu myth about Ganesh and Krtikeya? It’s not as good as the German stories, but it’s not half bad.”

Y/N shook their head as they curled their arms around their body for warmth. “No, I don’t think I’ve ever heard that story. Will you tell it to me?”

“Of course. You see, Ganesh and Krtikeya had a competition. Whoever could travel three times around the universe the fastest would be declared the winner. Krtikeya rode his chariot at lightning speed around the Earth, but he was still declared the loser. Do you know why?”

“Why was he the loser?”

“He lost because Ganesh had slowly moved around both of his parents. They were his universe.”

King moved around Y/N in a circle, his eyes never leaving their’s. At first, Y/N had no idea what the bounty hunter was doing, but then it all clicked together. King smiled upon seeing that Y/N had figured out the connection. He stepped towards them and took their hands in his. “Y/N, you are my universe. The moon of my life. My sun and my stars. I know you deserve better than an old man like me, but I can’t deny my feelings for you any longer.”

Y/N for the first time that evening smiled with joy. “Oh please, old man or not you are still the kindest person I have ever met. I’m sorry that I didn’t see it before.”

“What do you say we make up for the lost time then?”

Y/N answered by leaning up to kiss King. The two embraced each other under the moonlight that shone through the breaking grey clouds overhead. King’s beard scratched lightly on Y/N’s cheek, and they giggled at the feeling. However, their kiss was interrupted by the sounds of gunfire. The two turned and ran in the direction of the sound.

The gunfire had come from inside of the bar, the same one Y/N had been in hours before. In the middle stood Django, and at his feet was the person that had caused Y/N so much pain. “It’s alright folks,” Django started, “My friends and I have come to collect the bounty on this man. Here are the papers to prove it.” Django pulled a yellowed sheet from his pocket and slammed it on the mahogany bar.

Y/N still stared in shock at the body. King recognized the look on their face, and he leaned closer towards them. “This is the person that hurt you, no?”

Y/N shook their head. “Yes, and hopefully where they are going they will suffer more pain than I did.”

King laughed at Y/N’s remark. “I think you are right about that, my dear Y/N. Karma works in wonderous ways.”

Y/N grinned at their new lover. “I couldn’t agree more.”

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sopeyb23-blog · 4 years

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Love Language

*not my Gif

*I do not own any CM characters

Summary: reader thinks about how their relationship with Spencer has evolved through touch!

Warnings: talk of past drug use, crying, angst i guess, but mostly fluff

word count: 2.2 K

A/N: this was pretty fun to write, it is mostly little flashback scenes and I love doing those. I did this after seeing @veraiconcos‘s writers challenge and thought that was super cool, all of her things are amazing so definitely check out her blog!

enjoy!!

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Spencer Reid's love language was never touch. I suppose the burden of all his knowledge is knowing exactly the amount of germs passed by a single touch, and which of those germs are alive, and which could get him sick, and which sickness could take root, and, well you get the point. When I first started at the BAU Spencer still seemed to me like a shy little kid. We were the same age, I like to tell him at least once a day, I'm actually a full month older than him. I think that's one of the many reasons that him and I became friends so fast. My first friend was of course, JJ. After all she is very close in age to me and Spencer, and is one of the first contacts I had with the BAU. She told me before I had met any of the team, that Spencer was, well, different. She made sure to warn me that he doesn't mean anything by his little actions of avoidness. It's just his way of keeping himself safe. This I understood.

The first time I was formally introduced to the team was much before I joined. The interview process is understandably long, they need to know a person before just throwing them in. After all, these people spend more time together working cases then they do in their own homes. -

“Hi, i’m Y/N , the new agent here” I shook the hands of everyone on the team but Spencers, remembering what JJ had told me. To him I smiled and gave a little wave.

“The number of pathogens that can be passed from a-” Spencer after seeing me wave to him began to do just what I suspected. When confronted with an uncomfortable situation, he began to hide behind his wall of facts.

“It's actually much safer to kiss” I continued for him and the look on his face was priceless.

“Yeah, yes, exactly.” A rose colored blush crept up onto his cheeks as he smiled at me.

“Oh great, now there's two of them” Morgan laughed at us before JJ pulled them away for another case.

The first time I saw someone actually touch Reid was when they returned home from the Tobias Hankle case. It hurt me to see Spencer (now my friend of almost four months) so absolutely traumatized. He would never say this to me or anyone else for that matter, but even at the time he came home, he was still feeling the effects of the drugs he was given.-

“Here they come, here they come” Anderson walked over to me as the team approached the glass doors of the BAU. I was surprised to see that Spencer was with them. I had assumed they would have taken him straight home, or maybe to the hospital.

“Welcome back, I'm glad you're alive, Reid,” he barely opened his eyes and nodded at me before sitting down in his desk chair. I waved JJ over to me.

“How bad?” she sighed and gave me the classic worried mom look we always tease her for.

“Very. I didn't think I would ever see him like this”

“Im so sorry JJ. do you think he’ll be okay?”

“Honestly, I don't know, but i'm going to drive him home, maybe if i'm lucky I can convince him to let me take him to the hospital. I'll call you, okay?”

It worried me even more to know that JJ too, was aware of how badly he was hurt. She turned her back to me and grabbed her coat from her office before going to Spencer's desk. From where I was standing I could just barely make out what she was saying.

“Spence, come on, let's get you out of here”

“JJ I have paperwork to do” he sounded dazed, like he wasn't really sure where he was.

“Its okay Spence, I’m sure Morgan wouldn't mind a few extra”

She gingerly took the files from his hand and helped him sling his satchel over his shoulder. Then, it happened. As they walked out of the room he stumbled. Just a little. Barely enough for anyone else to notice, but I was watching the two of them so carefully as they left I couldn't help but take an involuntary step towards them. JJ took a firm hold of his arm, and put her other free hand on his back. I could see him flinch for just a second, and then, his body relaxed into her and he let her guide him from the room.

After that night I became a full member of the team. Spencer didn't take any time off. He never went to the hospital, although Penn, JJ, and I tried countless times to get him to. After that night when he let JJ help him, when he let her touch him, he never seemed to be overly bothered by a handshake every once and awhile. The first time I touched him was still a while after that, I think my 15th case in the field. -

“Spencer it wasn't your fault.” He looked at me through his black rimmed glasses with a sad and blank expression.

“Then why would he address it to me?” this whole case I knew something was wrong. After Gideon had not shown the first time, JJ told me that he had resigned, but at that point Spence still hadn't told anyone about the letter.

“Because he knew that you needed to hear the news from him. Not from JJ, or me, or Hotch, or anyone else. There's nothing you could have done to convince him to stay Spence, he's even more stubborn than you are”

I paused to observe him in the dark silence of the jet. I brought my hand to his arm tentatively but when he relaxed and seemed comfortable with the touch, I gave it a little squeeze and smiled at him. -

Now, after Gideon had left I knew it. I had a crush on Spencer Reid. This came as no surprise at all to JJ or Penelope, but to me, it was quite the shock. He had now become comfortable with the little touches of assurance that I gave him often. More comfortable even than with JJ or Morgan. Sometimes I noticed he would even reciprocate the gesture. When he noticed I was tired or stressed or just having a bad day, he would put a hand on the crook of my elbow and give it a little squeeze. Just like I did that night on the jet. To other people this seems like nothing. But to me, and to him as well, this was everything.

When Spencer stayed in Vegas to investigate his father, JJ left. JJ as Spence and I’s best friend, is always a source of comfort and a safe haven in the stormy darkness that is our lives. When she left she pulled me aside away from Spencer and put a hand on her swollen belly. -

“ Y/N , I need to take care of Spence for me, okay?” I chuckled.

“JJ, of course, what do you think I’m here to do?” she looked at me with a deadpan stare.

“That's not what I mean. You know what was happening with him after Tobias right?” I nodded, the memories of his mood flashes, and anger, and sadness all coming to the forefront of my mind.

“he‘s going to need you to make sure that he doesn’t do anything stupid. Not Morgan, not Rossi, not Hotch, you. You are the only person on this team- in this world-. That he trusts right now. And you are the only person that could talk him off of that ledge.”

“I promise, JJ. I’ll keep him safe” She nodded at me but the worried expression on her face remained. -

JJ was worried for good reason as it turned out. I kept a close eye on Spencer as we looked into his past. The boys were all there to focus on the case. To solve what was in front of them. I was there more to focus on Spencer. There was one night. The night after we found his father, something in my brain just told me it was not going to be a good night for him. There was something in the coloring of his face, the way his posture was collapsed and the circles around his eyes were so dark, it told me all that I needed to know. -

I walked out into the hallway of our hotel and stopped in front of Spencer's door. The others were all asleep, and it was nearing one in the morning. But something told me that he needed my help right now. JJ’s voice in the back of my head reminded me that I needed to help him, I was the only one who could help him. I knocked three times on his door softly. I waited a minute before knocking again, with a little more force, and I heard some shuffling in the room before the door opened.

“ Y/N? What are you doing?” I walked inside the room without an invitation and sat down on the foot of his bed. The sheets were undisturbed and he was still in his work clothes though the tie was draped over a chair in the corner and his shoes were by the door.

“Talk to me” I looked up from my hands and continued.

“I don't mean, about the case, or your dad. I mean about you. I need you to convince me that you are okay”

“Who says I'm not?” I rolled my eyes at him and gestured to the chair across from me.

“I do. And as one of your best friends, your closest colleague, and someone who likes you, a lot. I think that should mean something to you” the last part slipped out a little fast and completely without me thinking of the repercussions.

“You like me?” he gave a faint smile that I could only partially see in the dimly lit hotel room.

“Yes, but that's not the point right now, we’re talking about you not me '' I brushed off his comment but I couldn't help the smile and blush that came across on my face.

“Im struggling” his voice broke a little when he said it and it broke my heart to see him in such pain.

I walked over to the chair he was sitting in and pulled him up by the hand.

“I'm going to hug you now. Is that okay?”

His partial nod was good enough for me. -

I got him through that night. I talked him off the ledge that JJ had warned me of. And she was right. I was the only one who could have done that. When we came back from Las Vegas, although neither of us had said a word, something changed between us. We were more than just friends now, we both knew that, but beyond that, we weren't really sure what we were. He would call me when he needed someone to talk him down, I would call him when I needed someone to talk me down. I would show up at his apartment any hour of the day to help him, and I knew that he would do the same. One of those nights when it just so happened that the both of us needed a little talking down after a hard case, I drove myself over to his apartment to find him on the couch crying.

To see him crying was something that my tired, and broken heart couldn't take. I threw myself next to him on the couch and pulled him into a hug, no questions asked.

“I needed that.” I said as soon as I lifted my head from his shoulder.

“Me too” we were both still crying, but there was something about the atmosphere that had changed. We weren’t alone anymore. We spent hours like that, sitting there, my head on his shoulder, his arm around my back, not saying a word, just collecting ourselves as best we could. At some point in the night I looked over at the clock: 2:45 am

He looked to the clock as well and then over to me, and with a single tear streaming down his face he looked at me and said,

“If I asked you to stay, would you?” I wiped the tear from his cheek.

“You don't even need to ask” he brought both of his hands to my cheek and pulled me into what I think is the most passionate kiss I have ever received.

That night told us both what we had become. It was no longer little arm touches or calls in the middle of the night. It was waking up to him beside me, seeing his hair ruffled from sleep and his eyes clouded by exhaustion. It was the little worried kisses he gave me in the field and the little squeal of happiness that Penelope made when I told her we were moving in together.

When I first met Spencer I wondered to myself if he would ever be comfortable with touch. But now as his sleeping body lays next to me and instinctually pulls me in closer, I know that there was never any reason to worry. Because even before, when the most contact I would get was arm touches in the midst of a panic, it was enough. It helped me learn that although not everyone wants or shows grand gestures. There are other ways, sometimes even better ways to say, I love you.

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kyberphilosopher · 4 years

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Yᴏᴜʀ Qᴜᴇʀᴇɴᴄɪᴀ

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“I just want you to be happy.”

Word Count: 2407

Requested: yes, by a drunk anon. they wanted rex to be happy for more than 5 minutes, so this is what i came up with. might go back and edit some more, but to be honest i’m sick of looking at the english language at this point. i hope you like it.

a/n. heavy allusions to sex.

Querencia. (N.)... a place where one feels safe, a place from which one’s strength of character is drawn.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

He had slept with you. He knew that for certain.

Bodies close together, he could remember the heat from it all so clearly. Heat from you, heat from him, heat from the both of you. He could close is his eyes and remember the thin layer of sweat earned from working at you. Rex hadn’t minded the work, though. In fact, he enjoyed it. He reveled in knowing you had enjoyed it as well.

During the act, Rex swore to himself he’d commit every millisecond to memory. He promised he’d think back on your warmth in hard times of battle, that he’d even attempt to see it in dreams. It was just so nice. Better than he’d been able to fathom. But he couldn’t remember if he’d been able to last one long round (which was the more unlikely option), or if he’d gone multiple, short rounds. The sensations were too intense, the arousal too heavy for him to have managed to last the time that it did- but he couldn’t remember.

You’d served together many times, and at no point has Rex heard the noises he’d been able to coax from you. He’d idolized you for your remarkable, Jedi mind. You’d led him and his men to victory on several occasions- sometimes with General Skywalker, sometimes all on your own. It hadn’t been til the Captain happened to look over at you during your first battle together, and immediately desired you.

The way you handled your lightsabers... the fluidity of your movements... Rex found it to be beautiful. He’d seen it before in other Jedi, but this was different. You were... you. And you had made the man restless with lust, overtaken with infatuation and adoration alike. Therefor Rex had fallen into either love or something like it with you, and after a rather annebriated night, he’d gotten what he wanted.

Neither of you were drunk enough to be out of your mind. Rex would never have allowed himself to take advantage of your state, but he was just as tipsy as you were. You’d spent the majority of the time together giggling and telling stories in some neon lighted Coruscant cantina to celebrate a recent victory. General Skywalker had made a rather hollow excuse to slip away to Padmé. Obi-Wan declined the offer and chosen to rest instead. The majority of the 501st had spread itself thin across the planet in search of fun. This left Rex alone with you, General Koon, and a few other soldiers.

Had Rex laughed at your joke first, or had you laughed at his? The liquor had made you feel warm and giddy, and it hadn’t taken awhile before he had held your stare for a little too long. With a few more lines of dialogue exchanged, you’d invited Rex back to your quarters.

“I’ve a few strategies I’d love to talk over with you,” you’d told him. “Just back in the Temple. Come on.”

Rex didn’t need to be told twice. Even if he had wanted to stop himself from following you and your sweet aroma, he couldn’t have. It was too enticing to turn down being alone with you. Jesse had smiled knowingly at him as he left, which somewhat spurred Rex on.

One thing led to another. Rex could only remember how hot you had felt, but not how it had started. He’d worry about recounting that part of his memory later. For the time, he’d focused on melting into you and you alone.

Eventually, the both of you tired out. The Captain would’ve kept going if not for your exhaustion, but he was quick and deciding to let you rest. He followed after you not long after.

In the night, the man woke up out of a sudden fear that it had all been a dream. He bolted upright, skin still glistening from the earlier acts. They’d only been committed approximately three hours ago at this point, but he had to be sure. He knew in the morning you would be gone, but if he could keep you from slipping away now, he would.

The Captain looked over at you. Your hair was spread out across the pillow as your cheek pressed to it. Your lips were parted slightly as you breathed in and out, complimenting the pink dust on your cheeks from the past alcohol and sweat. Your bare back was facing the ceiling, palms lazily spread out as your legs only further tangled themselves in the sheets.

Rex thought you were beautiful, even with a half alarmed, half asleep brain. The acts you had shared had been as true as they come, and so the man knew that for certain. The back of his mind was shouting that it was worse for it to be real- you were a Jedi! You were forbidden from any forms of intimacy! Oh Maker, had he been your first? On top of it all, you were his superior! The level of inappropriateness was insurmountable!

But the Clone decided he’d deal with it at morning. Slowly, as not to wake your divine form, he scooted closer to you. His right hand reached out to pull you towards him with a bit of a roll. Then you collapsed against his broad chest easily, still soundly snoozing away.

Rex kept his arm around you firm. While you were out cold, the city system was wide awake and bustling, and Rex let the distant sounds of wind and speeders alike lull him back into a similar state of sleep.

The man was right, though. You weren’t there when he woke up.

The arm that was so tight around you in sleep was now limp on the bed. He had gone to squeeze it to make sure you hadn’t been taken, only to find air and sheets in your place.

The man’s golden eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the particles of dust he could see in the rising sunlight. Your suite was quiet, and the glass of the window behind him blocked out the noise of the world. Rex rather appreciated things that were soundproof, because sometimes if he closed his eyes for too long, he would remember the noisiness of war.

Your bed was the most comfortable he had ever slept on. Back on Kamino, he and his brothers grew accustomed to sleeping in pods. During times of active duty, he spends most of his nights in a cot, on the floor, or on a slab. But your mattress was firm but soft, able to work out the knots of his back with no trouble at all. The deep red sheets were smooth as silk, with plenty of soft pillows to nestle your head into. Though now, all but two pillows were strewn across the floor.

Rex sat himself up. He took the right side, you took the left. His head rolled over the window that was previously given a view of his back. Floor to ceiling, stretching from wall corner to wall corner. Being an important figure in the Republic certainly had it’s perks, it seemed. Yours was the view. Skyscrapers climbed higher and higher the farther he looked, and all sorts of transports zipped and zapped as they tried to beat the growing sun. The light cast orange shadows into the room, and made Rex’s eyes appear golden.

But despite all this, Rex couldn’t relax. Your leaving before he woke up meant something. It meant you thought the night was a mistake. It meant you didn’t want to see him again. Rex was right for holding you as tightly as he did. At least because of that, he knew it was real.

If you came back to your room, would you throw him out? Would you yell at him? Accuse him of taking advantage of your tipsy state? It was foolish of him to assume he would come close to any semblance, of happiness, wasn’t it? Last night was the closest thing he would ever get, but of course nothing gold can stay.

You would be furious. This makes the Captain sigh and sink further against the board. Of all the foolish people he’d come across- clankers, seppies, fellow brothers- he was the biggest fool of them all.

Silently and slowly, you appear before him. Just at the other end of the room, by a doorway that led to your bathroom. A cream color towel was draped around your form, but it didn’t matter. Rex had already committed you to memory. He could see the dark bruises he’d been nervous about marking you with across your breasts, up your collarbones, and trailing around your neck. The sunlight hadn’t reached you yet, but if it did, you would’ve been just as golden as the Captain’s irises.

“Good morning,” he said with disbelief. His eyes were wide- shocked you were here still. He was glad for it, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be kicked out. His lips were beginning to feel more dry and chapped as his anxiety grew.

You didn’t look furious. “Good morning, Captain,” you said calmly. A shadow of a smile danced on your lips calmly. “I just went to shower. You were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Oh,” Rex said, eyes still wide. “Oh. Right.”

You hold his gaze a second longer before starting towards the window. Your feet patter against your floor. Skin becomes lightened in the sun so you appear to be glowing. Rex can partially see your back, and get a glimpse of a mark he had made on your shoulder blade. He could faintly remember giving that one, but the memory was hot and blurred together by sweat.

You were looking out the window. Observing the metropolitan city before you. Your intelligent eyes were flitting everywhere, working a click a minute. “Do you want breakfast?” you asked, eyes not shifting over to the man until your sentence was done. “We can go out to a diner near here, or I can make something. Not a very good cook, though.”

What? What was this? No yelling. No noticeable anger. You hadn’t immediately told him to leave. You hadn’t woken him up to shout. You were instead asking if the man wanted to stay a while longer with you. This must’ve been a dream. Perhaps Rex had been mistaken, and it actually wasn’t real.

“I don’t understand,” he said aloud.

You flash a quick smirk at him calmly, exhaling as though it were obvious. “Well you must be hungry,” you said. “And I have the credits.”

“You’re not going... to make me leave?”

You turn to him fully. Your eyebrows furrow together softly in a sort of confusion. “Now why would I make you do that?”

Rex’s heart gives a sudden pound. He feels something catch in his throat and his skin grow hot. In contrast, his veins feel cold as ice.

“Rex,” you say softly, almost like a whisper. Your eyes glow, skin covered in all the hickeys he had given on you. “I don’t want you to go.” Then the hand clutching the towel to you tightens and clenches around the knuckles. “Unless you want to go.”

“No,” he says immediately. He sits up straighter, rustling the sheet draped over his legs. Rex’s body is perked up in alarm now, anything to prove your words wrong. “I just thought that you would think last night was a mistake.”

“I don’t think it was a mistake. Do you think last night was a mistake?”

Maker, the way you look at him. “No,” Rex says, completely entranced. “No, General. I don’t think last night was a mistake.”

Your lips curve into a smile. Your eyes are shining. Rex has been a lot of places in his life, with a lot of people. Nothing and no one compares to how beautiful you look right at this moment. Not even the radiating sun or the distant, blinking neon lights.

The hand around your towel loosens enough to make the cloth slip from you. It falls to the floor in a puddle by your feet.

You’re naked again. You’re naked in front of a giant window so anyone flying by could see, but Rex is the only one of them who really matters. He’s important to you. Rex isn’t just a Clone, or a soldier, or the best Captain in the world. He’s not a master of blasters, a drinking buddy, or even a one night stand. He’s a friend, a companion, a lover, even.

He’s taken aback by the revelation. How many people in his life had told him that he hadn’t mattered in the slightest? How many people had made him feel that way? You weren’t one of them. This made Rex feel something more than happiness, which was a bit of a big step for the man. He may have never felt happiness for this long in his entire life.

He deserves it.

Rex climbs out of bed peacefully, not daring to lose eye contact with you. He’s naked too, but all he can think about is you. It’s real. There’s no competition, no way of changing his mind. The normal, raging and torn up storm in his chest is completely obliterated. Replaced instead by something much more calm and welcoming and loving. It’s odd and new to him, but Rex wants to get used to it.

He holds you tight. Not as tight as all those hours ago- there’s no need to now. He knows you won’t disappear because he has your word. Your hands snake around his back, raking over the shadows of scratch marks you’d left the previous night. His thumb smooths over the bruise on your shoulder blade.

He’s taller than you, so it’s easy to rest your head against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat, and he can feel yours. If you stayed like this long enough, they would sync up rather quickly, giving the truthful illusion that they were the same.

So you stood there together, in front of all of Coruscant to see, holding each other tightly as your naked forms melted together, for the second time.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I finished this one quickly, but the english in it was difficult for me. Why is sink and sync spelled differently...? Whatever. Reader has a fire pussy.

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jenomark · 4 years

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Part 2

➔Pairing: Camboy!Jeno x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Smut ➔Warnings: Penetration (F), Oral (F+M), + ➔Word count: 7,033

➔Summary: You’ve been out of the dating game for awhile, but your best friend thinks a push in the right direction is all you need. She sets you up for the cam boy experience, complete with the cute boy and a discovery.

>>Part 1<<

You slowly shut your laptop until you heard the soft click. Your hand was in your pants and you hadn’t realized how far you had gone, the tips of your fingers pruney from your arousal. You pulled yourself off your bed and looked out of the window. False alarm. After the fire alarm stopped, all you could hear was yourself breathing heavily. Your mind was racing, your body struggling to keep up. Feeling anxious, you opened your front door and peered your head out. The hall was empty, the lights dim. You stepped a toe over the threshold, and then the rest of your body. You didn’t know why you expected to find Jeno barreling around the corner, his cock at the ready, and his tongue dripping with lust. Feeling silly, you went back inside, shut and locked the door behind you.

Though sleep was optimal, you were too keyed up to think about resting your head on a pillow. You sat cross-legged on your bed and stared at your laptop. Shutting it was wise. No one could see you, and no one could write to you. You pushed your laptop aside and laid flat on your bed. You wanted a body on top of you, the weight crushing yours. Touching yourself was alright if you could pretend it was Jeno’s fingers digging inside of you, but it wasn’t enough. Even as the forced orgasm rolled over you, disappointment wasn’t too far behind. You sat up and caressed your breast in a comforting way. Halfway through, you didn’t notice your fingers pulling the laptop towards you.

“Fuck it.” you said.

You opened the laptop wide and found yourself back where you started. Like before, the chat room was empty and the camera was off. There was no little green dot that signaled he was on, no indication that he existed at all. You bit your fingernails and nervously clicked on a few buttons hoping that you could put your webcam back on. You didn’t know what you were doing, just hoped any magical click could alert him that you were there. You wanted to talk to Jeno. You had so many questions.

After a while, you drifted off to sleep, the laptop resting on your tummy, and your legs spread wide across your bed. You woke up with a fright. There was a hard rap on your front door. You were covered in sweat, your tit hanging out of your top. You fixed yourself and walked into your living room. Checking the time you could see it was well past 11:00 p.m, the world outside your window much darker than before. You searched around for something to grab in case you had to be cautious, but the second knock felt too impatient. You got to the door and thought about ignoring it. Whoever was on the other side could wait until the next day. Three minutes later, you swung your front door open to find the hallway outside empty. You walked out slowly, curiosity getting the best of you. The hallway was just as empty as earlier, the lights above making it seem scarier than it was. You walked down the hallway and stopped at the end, craning your neck so that you could see if anyone was hiding.

“Hey.”

You screamed. When you turned back around, Jeno was there. He caught your elbows as you brought your hands up to fight the person in front of you. Eyes and mouth wide open, you just stared at him. Jeno smiled and let you go, seeing that you were not a threat. He took a step away to give you your space. A woman stuck her head out of her front door to make sure everything was okay. You held up your hand to tell her it was fine.

“How did you find where I live?” you asked.

I really like this building, “Jeno said. “The neighbors have been so nice since I moved in. I’ve met everyone but you.”

“Moved in,” you said. “Right. You live here. What are the odds of that?”

You gawked at his face before drifting down his body. Images of his cock were in the front of your mind. You remembered how his face looked when he came: so pretty and serene. When Jeno leaned down to meet your gaze, you blushed. You tried making eye contact with him again, but you felt like he was too much inside of your head.

“I’ve never had a customer know where I live,” Jeno said. “They’re supposed to protect me against these things.”

“I won’t tell anyone.” you said.

Jeno took a step closer to you. You struggled to remain standing upright. When you made eye contact with him after a long beat, you told yourself not to be afraid. Your best friend choosing a cam boy that lived in the same building was a coincidence. Neither of you could have predicted what would happen.

“It will be our little secret.” Jeno said.

He moved even closer and held out his hand. When you placed your hand in his to introduce yourself, you noticed how warm his hands were and how veiny. He used his thumb to rub the top of your hand and used some of his strength to pull you forward.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” he said. “I would love to meet you in a more intimate way, but it’s late, and I should go.”

You nodded. “Me too.”

But he didn’t let go of your hand, and you didn’t mind. You stared a little too long at each other, your eyes getting lost in his. When Jeno did finally let go, you felt like you could breathe again. The tension in the hallway was thick.

“Good night.” he said.

With that, Jeno turned and started going back the way he had come. You walked off down the hallway and didn’t realize that you had been walking the wrong way. You shook your head to clear your mind of him. When you turned back around, he was waiting at the other end of the hallway.

“I forgot something.” he said.

Each step he took to reach you made you throb below. When he caught up to you, he put his hand behind your neck and pulled him to you in the quickest move until your mouth was on his. Jeno used his legs to walk you backwards until you were leaning against the wall. He tore his lips from yours and went in for your neck, his tongue licking up the side. You held onto his shoulders and tried to control the way you felt. Up against you, you could feel the muscles underneath his shirt, could feel the tightness in his pants. Jeno pulled away when your lips felt sore and your hair was sticking to the nape of your neck with sweat.

“See you.” he said, backing away.

Waking up felt like a fever dream. You had fallen asleep after furiously masturbating to the smell of him that lingered on your pajamas. You even bit down on your pajama shirt, flipping yourself over and humping your pillow. You had never come so quickly, your sheets tangled, and your hair matted.

You didn’t know which apartment Jeno lived in, but you imagined him in the apartment underneath you. You fantasized about him wearing sweatpants low on his hips, walking around like he owned the place. Cocksure and arrogant didn’t seem like one of Jeno’s traits, but your fantasy didn’t have to make sense. If his bed was just below yours, you imagined fucking yourself on your mattress so hard that the floor would break underneath the weight and you’d fall down straight onto him, your pussy aching to feel him inside of you. Ridiculous thoughts like that brought you back into the real world.

You wondered if he was on cam but fought the urge to check. You didn’t want him to know how much he affected you, but you opened, closed and reopened your laptop so many times that the soft click didn’t exist anymore. It was a little too late to ignore the way he influenced you. You touched yourself over your pajamas and sighed. You opened the laptop once more and found him, the little green dot pulsating next to his name. The chat room was full of names you’d never heard of, and Jeno’s webcam was on. He came into view and sat down on his bed. You thought you saw him look over at the chat and see your name, a quick smile on his face before it vanished, but you couldn’t be sure.

‘Hope everyone is having fun this morning.” he said, not caring to look into the camera again.

You watched him sit on the edge of his bed with a needle and thread in his hands. You were told cam boys did simple things in front of the camera and that it wasn’t just always about sex. Jeno was sewing a hole in one of his shorts, his fingers skillfully directing the needle and thread where it needed to be. You were mesmerized by the way he moved, his face not breaking concentration. You wondered if people were masturbating to the way he was performing the task, just like you wanted to.

“Done,” Jeno said. He looked into the camera and grinned. “I’m not good at sewing. It takes a lot of patience with your hands, and my patience is quite thin. “

You placed your hand on top of your laptop and slowly shut it. There was something so sweet about the way he grinned and how normal he seemed that made it hard for you to resist him in any format. The kiss last night had blown your mind. Facing the fact that you were just as attracted to him sewing clothes as you were when he had you pushed against the wall was difficult. Getting attached to a cam boy that happened to live in the same building as you wasn’t on your list of things to do for the day.

“You’re losing it plantful.” you said.

You got dressed for the day with nowhere to go. You looked at yourself in your floor length mirror, spinning around to look at the dress from the back. You took your bag off the table and opened the door to see Jeno standing there with his fist hovering and ready to knock.

“You know,” you said. “There should have been something in the lease about stalking your neighbors.”

“I hear it’s frowned upon,” he said. “Almost as much as logging out before I can talk to you.”

You moved forward hoping he would move out of the way. Jeno did, but not before he felt your body brush against his. He held up his hands and backed away so that you could lock your door. The innocent look on his face made you want to run your tongue along his teeth.

“Watching you sew isn’t exactly what I’m paying for.” you said, regretting it as soon as you said it.

“Oh?” he asked, leaning his head against your door. His black hair was messy and sticking straight up in some spots. “ What are you paying for?”

“Nothing,” you said. “Because I’m ending it.”

You walked down the hallway. When you passed the point where Jeno kissed you, you pretended not to notice. He was still following behind you, but at a distance. You made it all the way down to the first floor before you turned around and asked him why he was following you.

“I’m not, “ he said. “I was going down to the coffee shop. Why are you following me?”

“I’m not!” you said. “I’m...also going to the coffee shop.”

Jeno smirked. “Good. We can go together. Let me carry your bag for you.”

You were going to tell him no, but like a gentleman, Jeno had taken your bag and placed it over his shoulder. The walk to the coffee shop was mostly spent in comfortable silence. His smell was just as intoxicating as last night and you kept leaning in to get a better whiff. You got flashbacks of how easily it had been to orgasm and how raw your clit was after you were through. Jeno held the door open to the coffee shop for you. After ordering your drink and trying to find a table alone, Jeno took your hand and led you to a two person table in the corner.

“Now we can talk.” he said.

“About?” you asked. “I’m not keeping my membership or trial or whatever it’s called. “

“No, it’s not about that.”

Jeno sipped his coffee. The bitterness caused him to make a face you found endearing. It was like he had never tasted coffee before. As easy as it had left, his smile returned to light up his whole face.

“What are you up to?” you asked “You look guilty.”

Jeno leaned across the table. “We have chemistry.”

You stared at him like he was going crazy. You weren’t expecting him to say it, but you could feel it was true. Being on camera with him had awoken something in you that you didn’t know had been sleeping. You were thrilled by the whole experience, down to finding out he lived in the same complex as you. When he kissed you, you knew it would be hard to convince yourself that he didn’t matter, that the whole thing had been a fail. You weren’t leaving your apartment to go to the coffee shop. You were leaving your apartment to look for him.

“Me and-”

“-a cam boy?” he asked. “What are you so scared of? What about me scares you so much, huh?”

He was leaning so far forward that the back of his knuckle was hitting your knee underneath the table. His face was devilish, his eyes dark.

“I’m not scared of anything.” you said.

Jeno’s hand went between your knees. You snapped them shut, trapping his hand. Jeno raised an eyebrow as a challenge. You looked around the coffee shop to see that no one was paying attention to you. You loosened your grip on your thighs and let Jeno’s hand move upward. He leaned so close over the table that you almost looked like lovers caught up in a corner of life, the world passing you by in a storm. You could feel his fingers hoping to slip inside your panties, to crook a finger forward and snap them into place as a tease. When Jeno felt the bareness of your pussy without underwear, he drew back a little bit.

“What’s the matter?” you asked. “Are you nervous knowing that people are watching us?”

Jeno snapped his fingers and pulled his arm back. He straightened himself up and leaned his elbows on the table. Going without underwear was a choice that paid off at the last minute. You closed your legs and adjusted yourself. A simple shift in the chair made your body come alive. You looked across the table at the handsome man across from you and hoped he was braver than he looked. You would have loved to feel his fingers inside you, sticky from coffee and warm like his mouth.

“You have the prettiest lips,” he said.

Jeno’s eyes were on your mouth. He looked lost in a daze. You brought your drink up to your lips and took a sip, swiping your tongue to pick up the liquid. When you put it back down on the table, Jeno held his hand over yours.

“I have a proposition for you, “ he said. “You can say no at any time, okay?”

“No.” you said flat out.

Jeno frowned. “I didn’t say it yet.”

You inhaled and exhaled slowly, your eyes never leaving his. You didn’t tell him to keep going, but he did. Jeno let go of your hand and placed them flat on the table. There was something so charming about him that made it hard to stop watching him. You figured that was why he was in the cam business. People paid to watch his handsome face. They would probably even watch him stare for hours out of the window of a coffee shop, his eyes people watching, and hands fingering the top of a coffee cup.

“Cam with me.” he said after a minute.

When you didn’t answer, he repeated it again. “No, I heard you,” you said. “I’m just trying to figure out if I should leave or not.”

Jeno leaned back in his chair. “I know it’s crazy. I don’t know you. Everything in me tells me to run the other way. I cam because it’s relatively anonymous. People only know my name-”

“-and what your dick looks like.”

He cocked his head. “Believe me, they’ve seen more than just that.”

“Great,” you said ,standing up. You took your coffee from the table and your bag. “That’s lovely. Goodbye.”

Walking away, you didn’t know if Jeno would follow you or not. You made it a whole block before his hand slipped into yours, and he pulled you back from the curb.

“Think about it,” he said. “That’s all I ask. We could make a lot of money together. One night. No strings. “

The sounds of the city made it hard for you to think. Holding his hand felt natural, and even though you knew you were holding it, you didn’t want to pull away in disgust.

“Are you suggesting we fuck in front of your audience?” you asked.

“Yes.” he said.

“So that you can get more money?”

You pulled your hand away from him and kept walking. He kept walking beside you. When you weren’t giving him the time of day, he walked backwards in front of you.

“Listen,” he said. “I want you. I know you want me, too. “

“I don’t want you, Jeno.”

“Okay,” he said. “Fine. I just want you. I want you on every surface in my apartment.”

You stopped walking. “No.”

Jeno kept quiet as you entered the apartment building. Inside, your voices would carry, and you didn’t want your neighbors knowing about your conversation. The walk across the tile was agonizing, the squeak of your shoes extra loud, and the hum from the doorman getting stuck in your head.

The minute the elevator doors closed, you flipped the script and pushed Jeno against the wall. Your fingers were in his hair, your mouth repaying the favor from last night. Jeno was in shock, his mouth parting slightly to accept your tongue. You stopped kissing him after the door opened to each floor and started again when you could see that no one was going to enter. Your hands were against his stomach, just inches about his waistband. When your floor finally came, you pulled away from him and tucked his shirt deep into his pants, your fingers brushing against his cock. A man walked into the elevator so Jeno turned towards the wall to hide his erection. Before the door closed, you turned back and told Jeno you would see him later.

As soon as you walked into your apartment, you screamed. It still felt like you were screaming hours later as you scrubbed your body clean in the shower. You assessed your naked body in the mirror when you were done, pinching and squeezing your flesh. You hadn’t had sex with another person in so long. Like riding a bike, you knew you wouldn’t forget how to do it, but there was a little fear in the eyes of the girl looking back at you.

It took nearly two hours to get yourself ready. Your body was freshly shaved, make-up and hair done, and your clothes fitting your body nicely. If you were going to perform, you wanted everything to be perfect. When you were done, you sat on your bed in your familiar place and opened the laptop. Your phone was next to you, the messages from your best friend ignored. You didn’t want to tell her what you had been up to just yet. You pushed the phone as far as it could go and paid attention to the screen before you.

Plantful00: Hi

Zone5: She lives! What happened last night?

You were getting ready to type back when Jeno’s screen came on. He was shirtless and walking around his room in sweatpants, the very realness of your fantasy come to life. You watched him with your mouth open. You were glad no one could see you drool all over yourself. You were getting excited by the prospect of the night, your nerves being eaten alive.

Zone5: Is it too early to cum? Asking for a friend.

5050: He’s so sex-cee.

You smiled to yourself. If only they knew how sexy he was up close, how he smelled, or how he felt.

Earlier, Jeno briefed you on what would happen. You would hop on camera with him during his cam time. During it, he would give you a number that would be his address. You would excuse yourself and arrive at his door, shocking the viewers.

Zone5: there are a lot of people here tonight. More than usual.

You looked at the number of visitors. You tried reading the chats from the regulars but they were getting lost in new responses. Jeno’s viewership went up by the tens until they hit a hundred in about two minutes. Perhaps there was something in the air, some kind of charged sexual energy that was drawing people in.

Cloverz: Plantful, what happened last night?

Bigdickcity: take off your pants!

Jeno moved across the room, leaning over his computer. He read the chat and made a move to kiss the webcam. He grabbed his junk before going back to what he was doing. You watched him move, fixing wires here and there. The lighting was better than the previous night, the quality of the video itself going up a notch. You were beginning to realize you had caught him on an off night, his masturbating not the norm. Jeno’s setup was more high-tech, his video broadcasting to many people around the world.

“How much nerve do you have?” you asked yourself out loud.

Agreeing to fuck Jeno on camera was risky. You had never been filmed having sex, except for one time in high school as a joke. You deleted the footage and memory from your mind afterwards, your bad angles and ugly orgasm face haunting you. You hoped you would be good enough for Jeno, hoped the people would like your chemistry with him.

Plantful00: Technical difficulties

Zone5: Something is going on I can feel it.

5050: 😫

Jeno came over and sat down in his chair. He smiled mischievously, winking at the camera. You couldn’t stop staring at how pretty he looked, and you almost missed the cue to turn your camera on. When you turned your camera on, you could see Jeno audibly gasp.

“You look beautiful.” Jeno said.

“Thank you.” you answered, careful not to seem too obvious.

Bigdickcity: who the fuck is that?

Jeno_Yes: A friend. I hope you don’t mind.

Bigdickcity: nope

Jen_Yes: 27

Cloverz: 27? Is that the number of women you’ve slept with??

Bigdickcity: that’s the number of times he can orgasm in one sitting.

Jen_Yes: I wish

You looked at the 27 on the screen. Apartment 27. You could see it in your mind now. He was one floor below you, a little to the left. You looked down at your lap and felt the excitement brewing.

“I’ll be right back.” you said.

5050: she is always disappearing

Bigdickcity: Jeno can we see your masturbate today

You turned off your webcam, watched the screen go dark and lurked a little longer. Jeno still sat in his chair, drumming his fingertips across the desk. You brushed your fingers affectionately across his face before shutting your laptop.

The walk to apartment 27 felt strange. You stood on his floor mat looking around, his floor feeling foreign to you. You knocked on the door and waited, smiling as soon as Jeno opened his door.

“Hi,” he said. “Come in.”

The vibe to his place was less bachelor and more grown man who took care of his shit. You could see a few plants as you walked to his bedroom, his layout identical to yours. The only difference was the smell, his whole place smelling just like him.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’ve been holding onto my arm.” he said.

You pulled away, embarrassed that you were clinging onto him. Jeno held the side of your head and pressed his forehead against yours. The moment was sweet and made you feel grounded. When he pulled away, you pulled him back by his wrist.

“I haven’t…” you began to say.

Jeno’s smile was patient. He took your hand and rubbed the back of it again. Instead of feeling comforted like any normal person, you were feeling horny.

“I know you haven’t done this before,” he said. “It’s okay. You can pretend like they aren’t here. It’s easy money that we’ll split, and it’s fun.”

“No,” you said. “That’s not it. I haven’t had sex in a long time. I’m not sure I’m...good.”

“Oh.” he said.

“I mean I’m not…”

Your mouth couldn’t get the words out. You could feel the hysteria bubbling up, the very idea of fucking him in front of a camera making you feel terrified. Sensing your distress, Jeno made you sit down and gave you a glass of water.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable doing.”

You nodded. “I want to do it. You’re all I’ve been thinking about since yesterday. The idea of fucking on every surface in here? Very appealing.”

Jeno took a sip of your water. You took the time to look for his own sign of nervousness, the way his chest had a sheen of sweat, and how he licked his lips to keep them from being dry. Getting to your feet, you gave Jeno a kiss. He held onto you tightly, his hands on your ass. You could feel both of you getting too worked up. You were seconds away from jumping into his arms and letting him slam you down onto the table and fuck you.

“Let me show you how it works,” he said. “To ease your mind.”

Jeno took your hand and led you to his bedroom. As he covered the camera and turned off the mic, your eyes roamed over his set up. It was just as complicated as you thought it was, his whole room looking more like a movie set than a bedroom. Seeing everything laid out so honestly made some of the nerves dissipate. It was like you turned into someone else. You placed your hands over his chest and rubbed him, leaning in for another kiss. You kissed Jeno until he backed all the way into his chair and fell back. You spun him around until he was facing the camera. You leaned down close to his ear and bit down on it, bringing your hands down his stomach until they were over his cock.

“Lets go.” you said.

You moved from view so that no one could see you. Watching Jeno switch on the webcam and seeing how everything looked from his side made you feel aroused. Watching him sit in the chair, seeing his potted plant in real life, and anticipating the softness of his sheets and the hardness of his cock made it hard for you not to maul him.

“Sorry about that, “ he said. “Someone was at my front door.”

The chat was going wild. He had the sound on for notifications, each ping growing louder and louder. He typed a few words that you couldn’t read from where you were. When he pulled back his chair and looked over at you, you took it as an invitation to climb onto his lap. The lights in your face were bright, but all you could see was him.

“They’re all going crazy for you,” he said.

Jeno was leaving out the most important part. He didn’t need to say it for you to hear it: And I am too.

You looked at the chat, the familiar names freaking out about your presence in all capital letters. Normally, in a situation like the one you found yourself in, you thought people would be jealous, but in Jeno’s realm, none of that happened. Straddling Jeno’s lap only made people more enthusiastic. You could see the number of people going up by the minute, and you watched it as Jeno sucked on your neck.

“Are you okay?” he whispered against you, his voice vibrating on your throat.

You looked down and kissed him, taking care to bite his lip and pull it with a pop. Jeno looked up at you, his eyes dark. His tongue was laying limply against his bottom lip. You rocked yourself over his lap until he rested his head against the computer chair.

“Are you wearing underwear?” he whispered.

You nodded. “Why?”

“I’m not sure I’m strong enough not to fuck you right here,” he said. “The barrier is good.”

You hardly noticed the cameras. Jeno was hard underneath you, his cock waking up the same time your inhibitions did. You moved against him, the squeak of the computer chair joining the notifications.

“Not good enough.” he said.

Jeno lifted you up, his strong body using his thighs to bring you both off the chair. You hung down his body, your toes barely touching the floor. With your arms around his neck, you held on tightly until he dropped you onto his bed, your dress flying up around your waist.

“One moment.” he said.

He was impatient in the way he adjusted the equipment. You looked over at the laptop broadcasting your body on his bed live. When he fixed the cameras, the angle made it possible to see your body more easily. You stretched your arms above your head and looked at him, but you didn’t see him. You felt his knees on the bed and looked in front of you to see Jeno straddling you, leaning down to press his chest against yours. You made out, his tongue playing with yours, and his hands wandering up and down your sides. He pulled up your dress until it was up to your neck. You looked over at the camera, but he used his finger on your cheek to pull you back to him.

“Don’t worry about them, “ he said. “It’s just me and you.”

Jeno kissed the top of your breasts spilling out of your bra. He used his fingers to pull the cups down, revealing your nipples. He used his tongue to lick and tease you, smiling ever so lightly when you squirmed underneath him.

“You taste sweet,” he said.

He kissed down your stomach, looking up to see your reaction the lower he went. You wanted him to go lower still, to cover his mouth over your pussy and not come up for air until you had come several times. But Jeno took it slow, climbing back up your body to kiss your neck, the underside of your arms and your mouth.

“She’s so wet.” Jeno said, making eye contact with the camera.

He sat up and examined the front of your panties. He didn’t need to tell you how wet you were, but hearing him describe it was hot. Jeno thumbed you, his nail hitting your clit in a way that made your body jerk.

“You really are so beautiful aren’t you?” he asked. “And sexy.”

Jeno palmed his cock, looking down at the way the tip of it was nearly caught in the waistband of his sweatpants. He moved his hips around and moaned from the friction. You watched him, your hand touching your breasts. You wanted to feel him, to feel anything he could offer. Jeno could sense how needy you were, his eyes raking over your body and the rough way you handled yourself.

“What should I do?” he asked the audience. “Do I give her what she wants and fuck her? Or do I make her wait?”

You didn’t turn your head because you wanted to be surprised. Jeno was watching the chat, his hand stroking his cock over his sweatpants. You watched his stomach suck in air, rising and falling every time he touched himself.

“5050, I like the way you think.” he said.

You brought your legs up to place your feet on the mattress as Jeno approached, but he took your calves and put them back down. He yanked you to the edge of the bed and spread your legs. He touched your soaked underwear again, poking his finger in where your hole was.

“You all need to see this.” he said.

Jeno walked across the room and pulled a small camera off a shelf. He had planned so well for it that all he had to do was turn it on and the audience saw exactly what he was showing them. You saw your body wide across the screen, the imprint of your pussy lips against your underwear. You couldn’t stop looking at the feed, watching his fingers slip underneath them to touch you. He pulled your panties until they were a string that got caught between your lips.

You gasped and Jeno heard it. He held the camera up to see your facial expressions. You looked into it and blinked . Jeno put the camera back to himself, the footage going down his rock hard abs until they got to the tip of his cock hanging out of his sweatpants. He freed himself, bringing his pants and underwear down his legs and stepping out of them.

5050: I guess we’re all going to cum together tonight.

Cloverz: Already have

Bigdickcity: yeah uh me too.

Jeno’s cock in his hand drew your attention to him. Your eyes swept over his thick length, to his sexy hands, and then at the veins roping up his arms. He was sturdy, his body meant to withstand the most rough fucking. You used your legs to pull him forward, wrapping them around his waist. Jeno pushed your thighs apart hastily. The camera was all over the place as he found the right angle. He took his cock and rubbed it against your pussy lips. You watched him quietly, leaning up on your elbows for a better view. Jeno placed his cock underneath the twisted fabric of your underwear, right between your pussy, and thrusted. The sounds that came from his mouth made you lean your head back in ecstasy. Your dress had fallen back down and was pooling at your waist. You tore it impatiently over your head and laid back down on the bed, stilling yourself every time the tip of his cock hit your clit.

“Fuck me.” you whined.

If Jeno didn’t stop himself, he would come earlier than expected. Your body was shaking, so you knew the feeling well. Jeno removed his cock from beneath your underwear and got down on his knees. He rested his hand against your knee, the angle of the camera a little too awkward. He started eating you out, his lips disappearing inside you. You leaned up again to take the camera from his hand.

Jeno looked up, his lips moist. He made eye contact with the camera as you were pulling it away to get a better shot of him eating you out. He went back to it, his eyes never leaving the lens. His nose was nudging your clit every time his tongue went lower, the wideness of him taking its time to reach every part of you. You played with his hair, tugging it just to hear him grunt. The notifications from the chat room were slowing down and seemed to match the speed of the way he was licking you.

Jeno didn’t stop. You came once, twice, and let your body fall back onto the bad limply, the camera dangling from your hand. Jeno took it back and showed the audience how easily you had come undone from his tongue. He showed them how his fingers looked sinking inside of you, and how wet you truly were. You couldn’t stop orgasming, couldn’t stop thrashing around. When he was done, he kissed up your body until he found your lips. The camera was forgotten on your bed, the feed cut out but the mic still on.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

�� You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. Jeno laughed and kissed your throat. You held onto his back as he removed your bra and let his mouth suck on your nipples.

“I want to come so bad.” Jeno said.

Jeno leaned forward, stretching his body over you so that he could turn the regular camera back on. His cock was in your face, so you licked him, taking the tip of him into your mouth. Jeno let you taste him, holding his body up in a plank, his muscles shaking as you swiped your tongue against him. Drawing back, Jeno went back down your body. When he got to the edge of the bed, he flipped you over onto your stomach. Your underwear was hanging halfway off your ass. Jeno kissed your ass, using his teeth to nibble on your cheeks. He took your underwear in his mouth and brought them off of your body. When he was done, he parted your legs and rubbed your pussy from the back. You buried your head into his mattress as he inserted his fingers inside of you. Your legs were shaking, your body desperate for him to keep you calm, to meet you with his cock.

“Only a little longer.” Jeno said.

You could hear the condom wrapper. He rolled it down his cock swiftly, not wasting much time in entering you. The first stroke knocked the air out of your lungs. He pressed down on your lower back, pulled out and rammed into you deeper. Getting into a rhythm was easy, but acting for the cameras was difficult. Both of you were feeling in a frenzy, the only thought being how good you felt together. You lifted your feet into the air so that Jeno could hold onto them as he took you from behind. You looked at the camera and looked back at him. In that moment, he seemed to remember where he was. He leaned over you and fucked you harder, banging his body into yours. You clawed at his sheets and moaned, shifting your body to the side to change positions. Jeno didn’t stop the pace, just went with it, his cock stretching you out.

He didn’t warn you when he was going to come, but you could recognize his face. You stopped closing your eyes, stopped looking up for the camera and focused on him. You hadn’t orgasmed, but it didn’t matter. Feeling him still inside of you, the tightening of his cock before he came, was enough. You wanted to feel him inside you more than anything, and the barrier of the condom took that away. When Jeno was done, he disappeared and disposed of the condom. Coming back, you were sitting up on his bed. You took his cock and started jerking him off. He was tired, his eyes hardly able to see you.

“Lay down.” you said softly.

Jeno replaced you on the bed. Watching what he was doing made you feel like a pro. You took the little camera from where Jeno had left it and switched the feed. He watched you with awe, his arms fanned out across the sheets. You showed the audience what you were seeing, the man beneath your body, his kind face looking blissful after he had spilled his load. He smiled and took the camera from you to turn it around and show your face. You covered your eyes and reached down to jerk him off. Jeno moaned, raspy short sounds that got louder every time you touched him.

“You’re sensitive.” you said.

You moved down his body and took him into your mouth. You tried keeping eye contact with the camera like he did when he ate you out, but you wanted to look at his pretty cock without interruption. You explored him with your lips, the thought of knowing he had been inside of you making you desperate to have him there again. You took Jeno’s cock as far as you could take it, the head of it dipping into the back of your throat. Jeno placed the camera on his stomach and gripped the sheets, pulled his head back and grunted.

You didn’t want him to come in your mouth. You got up and straddled him, taking the camera and showing them how you stroked him underneath your pussy. You rubbed yourself over him back and forth, holding his cock against you, and letting him go crazy from the feeling.

“Can we fuck without the condom?” you asked.

Jeno nodded frantically. You didn’t wait. You picked yourself up and sunk down onto him, the camera getting everything. He watched the feed, his eyes widening every time you went down again. You rode Jeno hard, not stopping to give him a break. He gripped your waist and looked you in your eyes as you came, your body slowly and shaking over him.

“That’s it baby,” he said. “Use me.”

You relaxed against his length, all of him still stuffed inside you. You wanted more. You kept fucking your body on him, using him to orgasm over and over again. When you were done, you rested your body against Jeno’s chest.

“Well that was..” he said, wrapping his arms around you.

“Yeah..” you agreed.

5050: pretty sure i am gonna be alone forever

Cloverz: I have never cum that hard in my life.

Zone5: FUck

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Whumptober 2020 Day 8

Abandoned | Isolation

Ao3

Warnings: Depression, Panic Attacks, Claustrophobia, blink and you'll miss it Suicidal Thoughts.

Dedicated to @ckbookish! Hope you don't mind me tagging you 👉👈

-o-o-o-o-

"That's great, Dami! I'm happy for you."

Dick held the phone between his ear and shoulder, listening to Damian ramble on about an advanced theater class he got into because the teacher felt the current intermediate class he was in was wasting his potential. He carefully scrubbed the sides of the bowl he had just finished eating about five servings of pudding out of and set it off to the side. He wiped his hands then leaned against the counter, smiling.

"Thank you, Richard," Damian said. His voice was just as stiff and careful as it always was, but Dick could hear the excitement and gratitude sprinkled in there. The kid was opening up. Expressing himself more and more every day in ways the place he came from had never allowed him to. Dick couldn't remember the last time Damian genuinely threatened anyone with violence, let alone threatened Tim. In fact, last he heard, Tim and Damian were going to go to the Gotham Zoo together next weekend. There was no real reason for them to. It was just to attempt at hanging out and Dick couldn't be more proud.

"When will you be switching to the new class?" Dick asked. While he did, he began to migrate from the kitchen counter towards his bedroom door, careful to not trip on anything that was laying on the floor. Not for the first time this day, week, month, or year, Dick made a mental note to finally deep clean the place. "Like, is this a tomorrow thing or…?"

"At the end of the term, actually," Damian answered, his voice dropping ever so slightly. Dick hummed in sympathy. He sounded very excited about it, it must be agonizing for him to find out he needed to wait another few months for the first term to come to a close.

"Well, I'm sure you'll have fun being the best in your current class until then," Dick joked, finally reaching the door to his bedroom and placing his hand on the door handle. Damian scoffed over the phone.

"I am not the best, unfortunately." Damian didn't sound that torn up about it, which was good. Admitting someone was better than you was good character growth. It proved that Damian was letting himself start from the bottom of something instead of immediately being at the top. "There is another girl, her name is Abigail. She has been taking classes since she was a toddler because her mother runs a local theater group."

"So she's as good at theater and you are with a sword," Dick confirmed and Damian hummed.

Dick opened his door, mentally planning out the least tedious way to get undressed, in bed, and asleep as quickly as possible. First he needed to end the phone call, as much as he didn't want to. He started a new job tomorrow, so he needed to be rested. There was a swimming pool downtown that was looking for an assistant coach for the children's gymnastics classes they held there. Dick took up the job the moment he saw it. Or well, the moment he was no longer swinging past it as Nightwing and was back in civilian clothes. There was a good chance that he could work his way up to being a head instructor with his own classes, considering the woman who hired him didn't really seem the type to enjoy children very much. Dick gave it two months tops before she began to just not show up, making it so he was promoted.

"I suppose so," Damian said, "she won't be moving up with me however. She has… friends in the lower class that she doesn't want to-"

Dick missed out on the rest, because the moment he stepped into his bedroom and closed the door behind him, his feet were knocked out from under him and his phone flung from his hand. Decades of experience made it so he was immediately able to go from zero to a hundred, allowing him to scramble up from the floor and throw a punch at the closest shadow like clockwork.

His fists met air. With wide eyes, he spun around his room, heart in his throat as he tried to figure out what had shoved him to the floor.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. All he could see was his messy room, his unmade bed, his open closet, and his closed window.

Suddenly, Dick heard a noise sound across his room from where he threw his phone. Dick rushed across his room and searched for his phone like he had been jolted by a bolt of electricity. He hated how confused and worried Damian's muffled demands sounded.

"Richard! What happened?!"

There! Dick bent down and reached out his hand to grab the phone-

And then his hand went through the phone.

Dick stared down at his empty hand and the phone that sat unmoving on the ground, everything going deathly still as he tried to… process what happened. If it was actually real.

Okay. His nerves were just shot. He tried again, this time a little more slower and careful. He watched with disbelieving eyes as his hand once again just… went through the phone. It just laid there, undisturbed, like Dick wasn't… even there.

Damian's voice rose in volume and Dick kneeled down, noting now how he was fully grounded on the floor; his shirts and other various objects around him phased through him like holograms. Okay, okay so something was definitely wrong. "Damian?" Dick asked, but Damian didn't say anything, just continued to shout for Dick to answer.

"Damian!" Dick yelled louder, but Damian didn't say anything that counted as a reply.

"Richard, if you don't answer me, I will fetch father!"

"Bruce might be a good idea there, Dami," Dick breathed, falling back onto his rear end and watching how he simply went through everything. He brought his hand back to his phone and purposely stuck it through, his fingernail soundlessly tapped the hidden floor beneath.

Curious, Dick knocked on the wood, and when no noise reached his ears he hit it harder.

Nothing. He can't touch anything and apparently he couldn't be heard.

And suddenly, Dick was filled with the crippling realization that he had… no idea what to do now. He just sat there, listening to Damian panic until he eventually hung up to fetch Bruce. Dick sat there, running his fingers through everything he couldn't touch around him until he knew the entire space around him by heart. Dick sat there, and it took him… awhile to work up the energy to stand up and figure this out. But when he did, he forced himself to not let the confusion, horror, and fear stop him. He walked around the room first, looking for something that must have made him like this. There were no sigils that he could see, and if one was hidden under the things he had left on the floor, he wouldn't know because no matter how hard he focused or how many times he tried, he couldn't get anything to move. He went to sit down on his bed to think this through, but then his hand went straight through the mattress and he barely caught himself in time to avoid landing on his rear.

Thoroughly freaked out now, he ran through his dresser, heart pounding to the upbeat rhythm of his phone as Bruce began to call him. Dick didn't pick up the phone, he knew he wouldn't be able to.

He couldn't touch anything. He couldn't. Touch. Anything. His feet would hit the ground and have no volume. His hands would slap against the wall but nothing would sound. He tried not to panic, but when he went to go out his door, it didn't move. He tugged on the door handle. It didn’t budge. Not a single millimeter.

And okay. Okay he was beginning to panic now. He sprinted to the window and slammed his elbows against it, but it was like the glass was replaced with a transparent sheet of solid steel.

Was this some sort of hallucination? Had whatever knocked him down drugged him somehow? Did he hit his head?

He was hyperventilating—this he knew for sure but suddenly he didn't know how to stop it—and without thinking he ran back to his door, banging his silent fists against the wood and tugging on the frozen in place handle.

Oh gods. This was really happening wasn't it? Somehow, he had found himself unable to move anything. Unable to go anywhere. Unable to- to-

His knees gave out, causing him to slide down against the door and press his forehead against the unmovable force before him. He couldn't- he couldn't breathe. Somewhere, at the back of his head, a voice told him that he could breathe. He could take breaths right now and calm down. He could count five things he could see, four things he could touch, three things he could hear, two things he could smell, and one thing he could taste. He could calm down and think rationally and explore his situation a bit more calmly. But the moment he opened his eyes after not realizing he had them closed in the first place and saw his leg phasing through his empty trash can he knew he couldn't go anywhere from there without having a full blown mental breakdown.

So he closed his eyes, tried making noise on the door once again, and tried to keep his breakdown to a minimum.

Just hyperventilating. Just fading.

"Help!" He shouted before he could really consider what good that would do. He was at the top floor of his building and the neighbors across from him weren't home until early in the morning thanks to the graveyard shift. No one will hear him… even if he could be heard.

His phone began to ring again and Dick stuck his fist into his mouth and bit down on his knuckles to keep from screaming.

He sat there—trying and failing to breathe, trying and failing to not cry—and continued to sit there until eventually, he found himself leaning against the door with half lidded and tearful eyes, staring at how his body continued to not touch a single thing.

He let his eyes fall shut one final time and let the stress and anxiety and confusion whisk him away into a very troubled slumber.

-o-o-o-o-

When he woke up he was immediately made aware that his current situation was, in fact, not a nightmare.

And so much worse than what he could even predict.

He awoke to him falling backwards, a crick in his neck and spine suddenly becoming undone as the door he was leaning against suddenly opened, hitting his head with a disquietingly silent bonk on the floor of his living room. For a hopeful, blissful moment he thought whatever happened before he passed the fuck out was all fake and he had just imagined the entire thing, but then he opened his eyes and lifted his head…

Just to see a pair of legs sticking out from the middle of his intangible chest.

His breath hitched, his eyes flicking up to see a worried Bruce literally standing inside of him. The threat of hyperventilating once again became a very real thing as Bruce stepped past him, into the room, and started calling his name.

"Bruce!" Dick shouted, scrambling up from the floor and running back into the room that had previously been his impenetrable prison. He instinctively tried to grab his shoulder, but ended up flinching back violently when his hand simply went through Bruce. He couldn't feel Bruce at all. None of the course fibers of his winter coat brushed against his touch receptors. "Bruce! I'm here!" He tried again, but surprise surprise, it didn't work.

"Is he there?" A new voice said, and Dick just managed to turn around in time to watch Damian walk into the room with wrinkles between his brow and bags under his eyes, shining black against his olive skin. Dick jumped away from Damian's path as he approached their father and watched with a frown as Bruce bent down and picked up his discarded phone.

Then, Dick's phone suddenly began to ring, causing Bruce to scowl. Frightened, confused, and curious, Dick slowly approached to read his phone's screen.

It was close to 6am. Bruce must have driven here as quickly as he could after Damian probably took a few hours to panic to himself and work up the courage to tell Bruce that he thought something was wrong. Though, Dick didn't ponder over why they were here so early for very long. The number calling belonged to his new boss.

He was supposed to be at work thirty minutes ago.

"Shit," Dick breathed, stepping back as Bruce clicked the answer button on the phone and held it to his ear.

Immediately, there was the sound of the lead coach’s nasally voice. Coach Shah. Short, lean, toned, full of freckles, and rocking curly red hair. The woman who was definitely a phenomenal gymnast, but probably shouldn't be allowed to work closely with kids with her grumpy attitude. She didn't sound entirely upset from the muffled tones on the other side of the speaker. Maybe she was saving the angry for later, letting the passive aggressiveness of her annoyance at him for being late to his first day of work steadily drip into her tone.

Bruce finally opened his mouth. "I'm sorry, but I'm not Mr Grayson."

Dick winced at the sound of her confused squawk. Bruce proceeded to explain that he was Dick's father, and that he couldn't find Dick anywhere. Bruce's frown slowly began to deepen as Coach Shah began to probably explain that Dick was her newest assistant and that she hadn't seen him. Shockingly, the phone call didn't end with Dick being immediately fired. Just with Bruce clicking the screen off and looking down at Damian with barely contained worry.

"You said he just shouted then stopped responding?" Bruce clarified.

Damian nodded, looking at the phone still in Bruce's hand like it had threatened him.

"Okay," Bruce sighed, brushing his free hand over his jaw. "Okay. Let's look for signs of struggle."

And this was how you could immediately tell that the Wayne family was nowhere close to normal. Normal families would call the police.

The batfamily searched on their own, then only called the police later to keep up the civilian facade.

Dick stepped slowly back, then flinched forward when his shoulders met the walls solidly. The feeling of any walls touching him while his feet stood through the things on the floor almost made him want to bend over and vomit. But thinking about vomiting also made him stress about what would happen then and what the sick would touch or if it would make any noise at all. It was repulsive and horrible to think about, so he found a tiny place of clear flooring that wasn't near any walls and folded his arms across his chest.

He watched Bruce and Damian comb through his room, looking for any signs that his disappearance wasn't on his own power. Dick hoped they found something. A reason for why he was a ghost in his own room.

A solid thirty minutes passed before Bruce deemed Dick's bedroom clean. Evidence wise. Not literally. Dick was pretty sure his room was in an even bigger mess than what it had been before. He jerked out of the way of Bruce as he walked ignorantly past Dick towards the living room. Damian followed along, dragging his feet.

It was then Dick noticed Damian's hand wrap around the door’s handle. Pure terror shot through Dick's veins, which gave him just enough courage to quickly dart forward and purposely run through Damian into his living room before he was locked back in there again. He didn't know he was gasping and choking back horrified sobs until he felt the first tear tickle down his cheek and off his chin.

And this all felt so real suddenly. Like not being able to touch Damian—one of the most important people in Dick's entire life—was what gave it the official stamp of reality.

Dick was a living, breathing, walking ghost.

He couldn't touch anything. He couldn't be heard. He couldn't open doors or pick up phones or touch the shoulder of the man he had considered his father for longer than he had known his birth father.

It was all he could do to stand and force himself to breath—but did he even need to keep doing that?—and let his tears silently fall. He watched Bruce and Damian sift through the rest of his apartment and finish empty handed. It was hours later when Bruce suggested going back to the cave and checking Dick's phone for any possible clues. So, after Bruce hid a few sensors around to warn them if Dick "came back", they went to the front door while Dick made sure to stick as close as he could without going through them. He wiped under his eyes as they approached Bruce's car, his heart stuttering when he realized he didn't even know if he could even sit in the car with them without phasing through the seats. He might have to walk back to Gotham.

That would take… hours.

And oh God, would he starve? Would he be slowly forced to thirst to death because he couldn't touch any of the substances he needed to live?

Bruce opened the drivers door and Damian opened the passenger. Instead of thinking about the very real possibility that Dick probably had less than a few days left to live—if he was alive at all—Dick once again forced himself to go through Damian.

Somehow, against all odds, Dick was able to touch the car. Except, when his knees went through Damian's lap to touch the cushioned chair and his hands shot through Bruce's shoulder to support himself jumping into the back of the car, the normally well padded leather was stony and unrecognizable to his touch. It didn't give under the pressure of his weight or grip. It didn't sink around his touch. It remained like cement.

It felt like cement.

Dick curled up in the back seat, his heart jumping madly when both the drivers and passenger doors closed. He suddenly felt like a trapped animal. He had no will here. He didn't even bother to try the door handle of the back seat, because he knew it wouldn't go anywhere. The doors wouldn't open for him. The walls wouldn't bend. He brought his knees up to his chest as Bruce drove onto the road and as Damian turned on the radio.

And he… simply watched out the window and tried not to make too much noise that no one would hear anyway.

-o-o-o-o-

Getting out of the car door was more adrenaline inducing than standing toe to toe with Killer Croc. It was a good thing Dick was so flexible and had decades of experience with flipping his way through life. Thanks to that, he managed to jump out of the car just in the nick of time.

Seeing the manor like this hit differently. He was barely aware of Bruce and Damian walking past him towards the front doors until he saw Alfred open those aforementioned doors. Dick had to sprint to get inside, and he tried his best to not flinch as the door shut behind him. He didn't succeed.

Not that anybody saw.

"Master Dick?" Alfred asked, and more a heart stopping moment Dick almost thought Alfred was talking to him.

But then Bruce shook his head and began to shed his jacket.

"No sign of him. His apartment was locked and there was no sign of forced entry."

Alfred frowned and Damian shoved past them all, his body moving with less confidence than it normally did. Dick watched him go, desperately wanting nothing more than to race after him and gather him into the world's bestest hug, but Bruce was heading to the cave with Alfred trailing along. Dick had to help in whatever way he could to push Bruce into finding out what happened. Damian… could wait. He'll have to wait. It wasn't like Dick could do anything for him if he decided to follow after the clearly upset teen anyway.

"It's almost like he just vanished, Alfred," Bruce continued, his voice oddly wet. Dick's heart tied itself in a knot. "Into thin air."

"No one simply disappears into thin air," Alfred sniffed. "You will find him."

"Yeah," Bruce agreed, sounding unsure but determined at the same time. They walked into the study and Dick carefully followed them both into the cave through the narrow passage of grandfather clock.

Bruce quickly got to work and Dick stood back, careful to not touch anything. Bruce started the search as he always did, by sifting through traffic cams around the scene of the crime. And since it was Dick's apartment, he also had access to the normal security measures Dick had installed.

Hours passed and Dick soon found himself sinking to sit on the floor of the cave, watching as Bruce found nothing after nothing after nothing.

Dick could relate. He certainly felt like nothing.

-o-o-o-o-

Dick couldn't thirst or starve. He found that out on day three of this entire mess, slinking around from open door to open door, doing nothing but breathing and existing. Well, existing to no one but himself. He hadn't even realized he wasn't starving or dehydrated until Tim, Cass, Jason, and Duke showed up three nights later for a quick family dinner. Dick was touched that Bruce called them, and even more touched that they all came. But, as much as he was touched, he was also jealous of the meal Alfred provided. Frustrated that he didn't exist enough to join.

Bruce filled them all in on what little they knew on the situation and then they all spent the night patrolling Blüdhaven for clues. Dick didn't get into the Batmobile in time to follow along, so he spent the entire night trapped in the cave with Alfred's silent company.

He spent the nights wandering the hallways and avoiding everything he could walk through. He'd walk and walk and walk until he'd sit down in the middle of the dining room floor, where the carpet was short and didn't stab him like the shaggy carpet of bedrooms did. Where the animals were least likely to unknowingly fall asleep inside of him.

On the fifth day, he thought Alfred the Cat was watching him. He cried for hours later when he found the cat was just watching a fly.

Days ticked on. Dick was reported missing to the police. Damian talked less and less, smiled less and less. The others went back to their lives with "keep me updated" being mumbled before they went.

Dick continued to not exist.

When the second week passed by, Dick found himself sneaking outside when Alfred went to get the mail. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because it was raining and he was wondering if he'd be able to feel that.

He didn't. It just went through him and he ended up being trapped in the cold air outside, exploring the wet grounds and not making a single splash, until night came and Damian let Titus and Ace out for a quick potty break.

By the time the third week came around, things really started to change. It seemed Bruce was constantly talking to people. The police, the Justice League, Dick's friends, everyone who were trying to track him down… and it killed Dick to stand back and watch, clutching his stomach as nothing turned up and Bruce kept coming up with nothing. Dick wished he could leave some sort of message. A way to tell Bruce that he was right there. Just invisible and silenced. But there.

Dick would love to tell Bruce that he was right there. But at this point, Dick really began to wonder if he was really there at all.

What if he was dead? Living people didn't go for three weeks without eating or drinking and remain alive. Alive people don't walk through furniture or get trapped simply by closed doors.

But he couldn't tell Bruce. Which was why when the third week came up and Bruce once again ran into a dead end, he wasn't really all surprised to watch Bruce angrily hurtle his phone across the room and collapse into his chair with his hands in his hair, dangerously close to ripping the fine strands from his scalp.

The longer Bruce sat there, the more Dick was sure Bruce had finally given up. Batman couldn't find him. It was the waiting game now. Sit and wait and hope.

Dick left the room shortly after, his mind racing, loneliness running like a poison through his veins. He went to find Damian, but when he found the kid cuddled in a giant beanbag in the library, Alfred the Cat on his shoulder watching him draw carefully, he knew there wouldn't be anything here to reassure him that he'll be found. He walked around Damian anyway, bending down to look at what he was drawing.

His heart clenched. It was a portrait of Dick. Damian was carefully working on the details of his top lip, shading each little bump and pore with incredible accuracy.

Dick didn't look more at it. He left the library and roamed the halls, looking for an open door that he can sneak into and get some alone time. Just to calm down. Just to reassure himself that there was no way his family would leave him like this forever.

That they haven't truly given up on him. That the whispered words of maybe he's dead and he's not coming back, is he haven't actually been said.

He finally found a room with an open door and he immediately squeezed inside. The room was smaller, which made his anxiety climb ever so slightly, but it was also close to empty with a clear enough space for him to sit down and meditate without touching and going through anything. The door must have been opened by Damian. The kid had been searching out silent places to be alone quite often recently, sometimes forcing Bruce to search the halls, calling his name loudly until Damian finally revealed himself.

Dick sat down and breathed.

Of course, it couldn't be so easy. His brain immediately recalled back to Bruce looking defeated. To Damian painstakingly crafting every detail of Dick's face with a pencil like he was worried he'd someday forget what Dick looked like. To Jason not having been over in way too long; reports in Blüdhaven of Red Hood being spotted on multiple occasions. To Tim who accidentally referred to Dick in the past tense a couple days ago and looked sick with himself the moment he realized what he said. To Cass who would somehow stroll the same halls as him when she's over until they pass by his bedroom door and she would stop and frown and walk away. To Duke who looked at his portraits Bruce had on the walls and look like he desperately wanted to understand something that he'd never actually be able to now.

They've all given up. He knew it was only a matter of time before there was an empty casket funeral.

He wondered if he could make that a reality. Death. He didn't need to eat or drink. What if he just… stopped breathing? What if he clawed out his own throat with his nails? What if the next time Alfred opened a window to air out an old, unused room on the highest floor he just jumped out?

Or would the world be so cruel as to keep him like this for the rest of eternity? Forced to watch as he's given up on, buried, and forgotten? He didn't want to die. Not like this. Not in name before body.

And not for the first time since Dick inexplicably became a ghost, he felt his throat choke on the beginnings of a sob.

He curled up a bit, trying to staunch it because he had quickly become annoyed with the sound of his own voice. Why could he still hear it when no one else could? It was awful. Like his words and noises we're all just in his head and he was only hearing what he thought he should hear.

He gasped wetly, wiping under his eyes and trying to stop this all from happening again. He had already cried enough these last few weeks. He couldn't keep crying every time he felt alone.

He bent in on himself further, his arms curling around his stomach in such a way that if he imagined hard enough they belonged to someone else and he was in another's calming embrace. It didn't work though. He knew he was alone. He couldn't pretend.

He was so deep in this attack of utter turmoil and unhappiness that he didn't notice approaching footsteps until he heard the sound of creaking door hinges followed quickly by a click of a door latch.

Dick looked up with blurry, panicked eyes.

The door. The door was closed.

"No," Dick breathed. "No no-" he scrambled to his feet, all the blood rushed from his head and combined with the terrible spike of horror to make him perfectly lightheaded as he stumbled to the door and wrapped his hands around the knob. It didn't budge. "NO!"

He spun around, barely aware of his already panting breaths and frantically searched the room for a hopefully open window.

The window was closed. He didn't know why he even looked.

"Fuck," he gasped, grabbing his chest as it constricted tightly. More tightly than what he had felt in a long time. It felt so painful that it was all he could do to turn and bang a closed fist on the door. He wondered if this was what a heart attack felt like. "HELP!"

He didn't know why he was calling out. Hitting the door like he thought it might make noise.

No one would hear him.

"ALFRED!" Dick screamed. "BR-" he was forced to stop mid-word on that one thanks to a heaving gasp that curled dangerously in-between his ribcage. He swallowed. Or tried to. "BRUCE!"

He kicked the door. Covered one hand over his mouth and tried to calm down. Tried to not think about the solid walls and the solid door and how he was powerless to leave this room. Why did he come in here in the first place?!

He couldn't calm down. All he could think about was how screwed he was. How hopeless everything was. He kept his hand on his mouth as his legs eventually gave out. He brought his knees to his chin and laid on his side atop the carpeted floor, babbling cries and names and pleas until his throat was raw and everything woozy.

He didn't know how or when he finally passed out, only that he woke up to a still closed door and a still small room, and it took every ounce of his will power to not immediately cry again right then and there. He stayed curled up on the ground and closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around his stomach and tried to pretend that everything would work out. Eventually everything would be okay.

He was wrong.

It took two weeks for the door to open for Alfred's regular airing out of the rooms to reach the one he was trapped in.

By then, he didn't even know if he should bother to stand up and walk out.

Not when he was surely no longer alive. Not when he felt perfectly content just laying here being dead.

But the thought of that door closing again and him having no power over it eventually managed to force him stumbling to his wobbly feet and walking out.

He didn't know what to expect when he shuffled slowly deeper into the manor. More than a month has passed since his disappearance. Most people don't keep a whole lot of hope for a missing person to return after this long. By this time, people normally began to suggest funerals quietly between each other.

It didn't take long to find the family. What shocked him though was that everyone was together in the living room, even Alfred who must have finished opening certain doors and windows to refresh the stale air inside the rooms they belong to and walked back quicker than Dick. A movie was playing, some Pixar movie Dick hadn't seen before because of his busy lifestyle.

And for some reason, this hurt more than if he came in here to find them alone, mourning, depressed.

They're all watching a movie together. Bruce on the recliner, Damian squeezed between him and the arm of the recliner even though there was more room in other places. Jason sprawled over the three cushioned sofa, his legs resting over Duke, Cass, and Tim like a makeshift blanket. Alfred had his own recliner to himself, reading a book to himself but occasionally glancing up towards the screen. Steph was there too, but she had made herself comfortable on the floor with the entity of the living room's decorative pillows.

They're all watching a movie together.

Dick had been trying to get that to happen for months. And they're doing it now, when he's gone with no foreseeable way to get back.

Dick slowly sank to the floor and watched them poke each other and whisper quips to each other and laugh at the funny bits with each other.

Was this the life he was doomed to have for the rest of eternity? Chasing open doors and watching people move on from him? Do things simply in his memory?

If he had tears left to cry, he would have shed them.

Instead, he just sat there and watched.

-o-o-o-o-

Dick's funeral was four months later. The gossip channels and media said they have finally given up. Dick thought they held on for longer than most.

He didn't attend his own funeral. He didn't want it to feel final. He didn't want the undeniable proof that they've stopped searching. He didn't want to see them cry for him.

So he walked the manor grounds opposite of the family graveyard. He kicked his feet as he walked, pretending that his footsteps carried weight on the grass and that he was solid enough to disturb the smallest pebbles on the stone pathway.

Maybe he was dead. Maybe this was hell. He didn't remember where he went, if he went anywhere, when Lex Luthor killed him, but maybe this was it. He didn't know what killed him or what happened to his body, but he was starting to become convinced that he really was simply a ghost, cursed to walk the world and watch people move on and live on without him.

Half a year ago, that would have settled horribly into his gut. Now? He was numb.

He continued to walk, to let his mind drift. Pretend he was alive for a little while longer before he returned to the manor and the services and dinners and receptions were over. Decide what to do now that his life was now officially over.

He sighed and ignored the feeling that he's just as trapped out here in the manor grounds as he was in that room all those months ago. Ho continued to roam.

Though, the sound of a humming voice had him stopping in his tracks.

No one should be over here. They all should be back at the funeral. Dick immediately focused on the noise, not even bothering to step carefully or approach cautiously. It wasn't like Dick could be seen or heard anyway. He just wanted to see who had snuck into these parts of the grounds while his literal funeral was going on. It was strange and horrible to think about, but come on? A little respect please? He hoped it wasn't some paparazzi. It meant that they'd somehow gotten through Bruce's security… which also meant that Bruce was more depressed about this than what Dick initially thought. He'd seen Bruce get low these past few months, but never low enough to sacrifice the safety of the people he provided shelter to.

Dick walked towards the grove of trees that the humming was coming from and frowned when he eventually saw the back of a person strolling through the controlled nature. The man was taller than Dick—which wasn't a difficult achievement—and was wearing a simple brown-orange hoodie with dark blue jeans. His hair was dirty blonde and styled up like someone glued a giant ball of cotton to his scalp. Dick didn't recognize him, which instantly set off alarm bells inside his head. The open house reception should be over but the rest of the services were all reserved for close family and friends of Dick's. But this man… he couldn't be someone that was invited.

Not for the first time, Dick felt the crippling weight of helplessness wash over him. This man could be dangerous, but Dick couldn't do a thing. He couldn't warn anyone.

He could just watch it happen.

Or… ignore it.

He shook his head and sighed, stuffing his hands into the pockets of the same pair of sweats he'd been wearing since that fateful night half a year ago. He almost began to approach further, because even though he was helpless to change anything or warn anyone, he was still curious… but then the man turned around and Dick was stopped in his tracks.

He didn't... He didn't have a face.

Dick gaped and watched as the bumps in the man's face that must be cheekbones rose ever so slightly.

"Oh!" The man said, even though he had no mouth. Dick had absolutely no idea where the sound came from. "You are here!"

Dick turned around behind him, and saw nobody. Something fluttered in his chest. A hope he didn't dare grasp at even though… even though… the man could only be talking to him.

"We lost track of you after the convergence. Most people stick around where they disappear!"

"Are you…" Dick tried, his voice barely recognizable even to himself, "are you talking to me?"

The limited features of the man's blank face softened. "Yes I am, Dick Grayson. You've been lost a long time."

And Dick… didn't know what to do. This entire time he's had absolutely no contact with anything in the world. He couldn't move anything, couldn't touch anything, couldn't speak or make himself known. This scene before him, one where his voice was heard and he was answered… it was so foreign. Unreal. Dick almost reached down to pinch himself.

"But luckily," the man continued, "after a long time searching for you at your home city, we figured you must have found a way to your family. That or began to aimlessly wonder like others like you sometimes do."

"Like… me?"

"Yes," the man nodded then took a step closer. Dick stood his ground as his thoughts ran circles in his brain. What was going on? "You're trapped within the folds of reality, Dick Grayson. It's not something that commonly happens, but something that can be catastrophic if we cannot find you immediately." He paused. "You are Nightwing in this world, are you not? You must understand how the universes work in odd ways."

Dick wanted to nod. Laugh. Cry. Step forward and see if he could touch the man. But he didn't. He just stood there as the man continued.

"You see," the man said, bringing a hand up to his featureless chin, "what happened was that this universe brushed sides with another one. One that's almost exactly the same in every aspect to yours. Normally, when universes brush, they're so different that they reject each other and go on their merry way down the time stream. The problem was, that because these two universes were so similar, reality as we knew it, well, it got a little confused. It tried to sort out what belonged to what. It gets it wrong sometimes, which is why you're like this. In the universe you brushed with, Dick Grayson was dead. Everything else was exactly the same, but because you were dead and alive the universe decided to make you both. This is why you're stuck here. The universe can't remember if you should be living or dead."

Dick never pretended to understand the multiverse. It always seemed the rules were constantly changing. Shifting to accommodate spontaneous things. It seemed the only one who truly had a grasp on the entirety of the universe was Bart Allen, but the kid was shockingly tight lipped about most secrets of reality despite his superhero name of Impulse.

And really, Dick didn't care how he ended up like this. All he could really think was how this man could see him. Was looking for him. Something was finally going to change. Whether he was supposed to be fully dead or fully alive... He didn't really care.

He couldn't stand around, trapped in his own intangible body, and do nothing for much longer.

"So… what does this mean?" Dick asked. "What happens now?"

The man's face squished oddly, and Dick couldn't figure out what he was thinking at all. "What happens now is that we make things right. Return you to the universe you're supposed to be dead in, and keep you in the universe you're supposed to be alive. It will be painful, but don't worry, neither of you will remember a thing."

"Neither-?"

Dick's question didn't get much further, because in an impossible blink of an eye, the man was right in front of Dick, hand pressing against the side of his head with his thumb pressed above the bridge of Dick's nose. Lightning shot through him, and his vision whited out. Everything became too much and so little at the same time. Hot and cold. Loud and silent. He might have screamed or he might have sighed.

Either way, the sensation didn't last for long.

Soon he wasn't feeling anything at all.

-o-o-o-o-

Damian hated this. He knew death and sorrow unlike most others. He had seen men and women fall in so many ways it was impossible to list them all. He had seen the way a corpse would slowly rot, and stink, and collapse. He had seen bodies feasted upon by wolves and flies alike.

He knew death. Yet, for a number of reasons, he just couldn't comprehend this one.

Because Richard couldn't be dead. He couldn't be. He was simply missing. Nowhere to be found.

He wasn't dead.

Damian didn't understand why everyone else insisted on believing otherwise. Father had said that he's searched, and for some reason that meant if Batman couldn't find him then he must not be able to be found. No one besides Damian argued with him. Even Timothy didn't believe him.

He at least had the decency to look ashamed when Damian called him out on it.

However, it seemed Damian's thoughts and feelings on the matter didn't, well, matter. Even though he was the last one to speak to Richard. Even though he knew for sure that Richard was somewhere alive out there, doing everything he could to get home. Damian swore he would continue to believe in that. No matter what. Even if these months turned into years. Even if Damian no longer remembered every detail of his face by thought alone.

Father wouldn't let him skip out on the fake funeral though.

Which was horrible for a massive amount of reasons. All of Richard's friends were here, sobbing and blabbering like children. The empty casket sat above a deep hole with flowers piled on top, and one by one someone would approach, say something emotional out loud or under their breath, then leave the flower in the mockery of Richard's life.

Damian was glad that his immediate family went first. That way he could slink to the back of the crowd and hold Titus by the leash. Watch from afar. Plan for the millionth time on how he was going to fix this.

That speedster… Wally West was in the middle of breaking down on top of the casket with large tears cascading down his cheeks when Damian felt a tug on the leash. Damian frowned and looked down at his normally perfectly behaved dog to see the animal trying to tug Damian towards the unoccupied grounds of the manor. Damian tugged Titus gently back, tutting at him under his breath.

Except, Titus didn't stay at Damian's side for long. The animal took one wide eyed look at Damian before turning tail and sprinting. The leash was yanked out from Damian's hand, and it was all Damian could do to not shout in surprise or outrage.

He nervously shot a look at the casket, where Donna Troy was now saying her goodbyes while West leaned onto her for support, making sure no one was watching him, then turned to chase after his disrespectful dog.

It might be a fake funeral, but it was a funeral nonetheless.

Damian ran after Titus, jumping over shrubbery and flowers like they were the gaps between rooftops, diving for the trailing leash whenever he got close enough.

He never got close enough.

Out of breath and covered in grass stains and twigs, Damian watched with glaring eyes as Titus took refuge in a carefully planned grove of trees. Thankfully, Damian saw the dog halt on the other side of a bush, bending his neck down to sniff at something. Probably a wild animal. Even though Damian could have sworn he trained Titus better than to chase rabbits or squirrels.

Damian stuffed his hands in his suit pockets and began to stomp his way over.

"Titus! Quit this misbehaving!"

Titus looked up from what he was sniffing, whined, then bent back down. Completely ignoring Damian.

What was going on with that dog?

Damian walked around the clump of bushes and between the trees, extremely curious as to what was so important that Titus would disregard orders for it.

When Damian saw what Titus was bent over, Damian felt every single molecule of air leave his body like he had been sucker-punched in the stomach.

"Richard?" Damian breathed. Double took. "Richard!"

He sprinted forward and Titus quickly jumped out of the way. Horrified and terrified and shaking, Damian grabbed Richard's shoulders and turned him around, for he was laying face down on the ground.

Richard groaned, but didn't open his eyes. Blood trickled down the corners of his lips and nose. His clothes were filthy. He looked like death.

But he was alive.

Damian turned to his good, good dog. "Go! Get father! Hurry!"

Titus didn't have to be told twice. He barked then sprinted back to the forest.

Damian turned back to Richard, running his hands across his body, taking in the loss of weight, the eye bags, the stains of mud all over his clothes. He shook his shoulders, trying to wake him up, but Richard remained asleep to the world.

It took a second to realize he was crying.

Thankfully, he was able to wipe them away when a confused and worried Bruce Wayne busted into the grove of trees along with the rest of the family and even a few of Richard's friends. Gasps and shouts filled the air, and Damian soon found himself pushed back as Dick was rushed to by the adults.

The ambulance was called not long after.

The drive to the hospital seemed like a dream.

The wait felt like it took years, but Richard only took about three hours to wake up, severely starved and dehydrated and not a single memory of the past five months.

And somehow, everything went back to normal. Richard was released from the hospital a few days later with a strict meal plan and physical therapy schedule. His memories didn't return, but sometimes Damian noticed things had changed in Richard since then.

Like his new and strange fear of small spaces and closed doors.

It didn't matter though. Damian was just… overjoyed that he was right and that Richard was still living a breathing, even if it seemed he had simply vanished and reappeared from thin air, with no trace of anything in-between.

All that mattered was that the family was whole again. Richard was on the road of a full recovery.

No one could ask for more.

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What should we do with a drunken dwarf?

A/N: Hello! I wanted to take a break and write something fun and lighthearted and this is what came to mind! It takes place in an au where everyone lives and what might change because of that! I hope you all enjoy this one shot!

Rating: Teen

WARNING: mild language use, heavy alcohol use, and fight scenes

Word count: 4,006

Summary: Kili has gone out to drink with friends, but, hours later, and he is still not home. Tauriel is about to go out to get her husband, but comes up with an idea when their daughter, Minasel, offers to help. Now, Minasel is set on a mission to locate her father and bring him home safe and sound.

“Your father has been gone for quite awhile,” was the sentence that started a great mission given to a young half-breed by her mother. The man of the house, Kili, told his family early that day that he would be going to a local pub with some new friends of his, but he shouldn’t be gone long. Hours later and he still was not back, which made his wife, Tauriel, grow anxious. Her husband is unpredictable, especially when alcohol is involved. There is no knowing what trouble he could get himself into. So, her plan was to adventure out, fetch him, and bring him back home, but then their teenage daughter, Minasel, spoke up.

“I can bring him back if you want,” the half-breed offers.

Tauriel pauses in her tracks and turns towards the red head, a thoughtful look on her face. Send Minasel, her only child, out to a human village to fetch her father, where she could possibly face dangerous characters and get hurt? A foolish thing to even consider! Tauriel thought of declining her daughter’s offer, but another thought came to mind. Minasel has proven time and time again how responsible and how capable she is. Every morning, she goes out, feeds their chickens and sheep, then collects the eggs laid by their chickens, even going as far as to crawl through a tight crawl space under their cabin to make sure all eggs are accounted for. During the rest of the day, apart from normal chores, she will assist both of their parents with anything they need, never refusing any of their requests or complaining. Shear the sheep for the wool, help her father repair the cabin, or hunt for supper that night; she will do it. As for her fighting skills, she has gotten better over time. Through hunting, she has had plenty of practice with her bow, and her parents have helped her everyday with one-on-one sparring with both her sword and her fists. Now, she doesn’t miss a shot with her bow, and she is able to disarm both of her parents in a fight. Of course, Tauriel still worries about her daughter going into a village by herself, since their family lives out in the middle of a forest for Minasel’s safety. She has gone into the village before to help sell eggs or wool, or to pick up groceries, but she was always accompanied by her parents. Minasel has never gone into the village by herself. However, Tauriel also knew that it would not by right to forcefully keep her child in one place forever and that she should be able to find her own independence. If there was a perfect time to finally let her daughter explore an area outside of the forest by herself, now would be it.

So, Tauriel set up a quest for Minasel; find Kili and bring him home safely. Tauriel gave Minasel a satchel to carry with a canteen of water and some cookies for the journey there and back. Minasel was also given a knife, which is being held by a belt wrapped around her waist, and a map, just in case she could not remember where to go since it had become so dark outside and her sense of direction could be blurred. Minasel felt ready to leave. She turned towards the door and went to walk out, but then felt her mother’s hand grab the back of her blue dress and pull her back.

“Hold on there,” Tauriel says, pulling Minasel back towards her. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out,” Minasel answers, trying to wiggle out of her mother’s grasp. “Did you already forget that you wanted me to go out and retrieve adad?”

“Oh, I did not forget. I just did not say you could leave yet.”

“Nana,” Minasel grumbles, slouching over. “Knowing adad, he could be dead by now! We can’t waste time!”

“That is a bit of an over exaggeration,” her mother sighs and walks out of the room, rolling her eyes with a calming smile on her face.

“Have you met him!” Minasel shouts to her. “I am not overexaggerating!”

Tauriel walks back into the room, laughing at her daughter and carrying a piece of cloth in her arms. From the maroon color of the cloth, Minasel knew exactly what it was.

“Oh,” she says, a nervous laugh under her breath. “I don’t think I need that. It is already pretty dark out, so I can just hide in the shadows-”

“Nonsense,” Tauriel interrupts, wrapping the cloak around her daughter.

Tauriel drapes the cloak over Minasel’s shoulders, pulling her closer in order to tie the strings. Once the strings were tied into a nice little bow, Tauriel’s hands went to her daughter’s head. She lightly brushed her daughter’s cheek as she moved hair out of her daughter’s face and behind her pointed ear, before lightly holding the hood of the cloak and pulling it over Minasel’s head. With Minasel’s head and ears covered protectively under the hood, Tauriel sighs, a kind smile on her face, “that’s better.”

“My ears can’t breathe,” Minasel mutters, obviously not feeling the same way as Tauriel.

“It’s not that bad, baby.”

“That doesn’t mean I should like it.”

“No, it doesn’t, but, at the moment, that is not what matters. The world is not the safest place at the moment and it can be very unkind to those who are different. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

Minasel stares at her mother for a bit, blinking only twice, then sighs. “Alright, nana. I understand.”

Minasel turns around to try and leave again, but is immediately pulled back again, but this time into the warm embrace of her mother. Tauriel lays her head on her daughter’s and presses her lips against her cloaked temple.

“I mean it,” she mutters. “Please be safe.”

“I will,” Minasel mutters back.

Tauriel held Minasel there for quite some time until Minasel spoke up. “You can let go now.”

“Oh, yes! Sorry!” Tauriel says, being brought back from her little daydream and letting go of her daughter.

Minasel nods and starts walking towards the door for the final time. Once farther away, Tauriel notices the lack of shoes Minasel was wearing. All that covers her bare feet is a thin sheet of dried dirt and mud from the day's early activity.

“Minasel, you should-“ before Tauriel could bring her daughter back in to put some shoes on, the door slammed shut and Minasel was gone. All Tauriel could do was let her daughter go off on her own, with a smile on her face and a shake of her head.

With the door closed behind her, Minasel steps out onto the grass and looks up at the starry night sky. She was free and couldn’t be happier. She could not wait to go out of the borders of her home, pick up her dad, bring him home, and prove that she is fully capable of going out by herself. She took one more step outside and only to realize there was a problem: he is heavy. Well, at least heavier than her. Even worse than him being heavy, he was probably very drunk. That means he will probably fight back and move around, making it impossible to carry him. Minasel groans and slaps her hand on the forehead.

“Of course this is going to be harder than I thought,” Minasel mutters. “Adad is always difficult.”

Minasel looks around the lot, hoping to find something that could help her. There are the horses in the stable she could use, but the terrain leading to the town hasn’t been the best. There is also the fact that Minasel doubts her father could even stay on a horse. So, she continues to look around the lot, past the chickens and sheep settling down to rest, and the large vegetable garden that her family planted earlier that spring.

While looking at the family’s garden, Minasel starts to remember something from when she was young. She was old enough to walk at the time, but her legs were so short, keeping up with her parents was almost impossible. Kili, wanting to make sure she was by him at all times, decided to pull out the wheelbarrow, used for carting around vegetables and farm supplies, and just use it to transport Minasel around in. He loved this idea so much that he just decided to use the wheelbarrow for everything. No more did Minasel have to walk anywhere, because her father would make sure she didn’t have to. It wasn’t until Tauriel finally put her foot down, addressing her concerns about their daughter not walking, having her ride in the wheelbarrow everywhere she goes, and how that might affect her in the future. Kili was upset at this statement since he loved pushing his baby around in the wheelbarrow, but, ultimately, it was stored away in a shed that was located on the property. The door was also locked and the key was hidden, just in case Kili decided to go against his wife’s wishes and take the wheelbarrow out in secret. Minasel knew where this shed was… and she knew where the key was hidden.

It only took a couple of minutes, but now Minasel’s running through the forest, feet bare, and pushing the old wooden wheelbarrow in front of her. Her cloak flew behind her as she ran and her feet barely touched the ground. It was like she was flying. While running, Minasel occasionally looks down at the map that was spread out to each handle of the wheelbarrow, that way she could be holding both at the same time. While looking at the map, she went over bridges and made sharp turns down barren paths that act as shortcuts.

After some time running, Minasel finally made it to the town her father was at. Her feet were sore and incredibly dirty and her arms ached from holding up the small yet heavy cart, but she knew she couldn’t stop to take a break. She slowly walks around the town, looking upon each building and village folk. With the amount of inns and places to eat and drink, she could tell that this is a town full of merchants, travelers, and workers of any kind. Her father did work in a mine full of men, in order to provide for his family, so Minasel is not surprised that he would be in such a town. As she walks, men stare at her with a tired, yet confused look on their faces, possibly wondering what a mysterious stranger like her is doing in their town with an empty wheelbarrow. Either that or they are trying to look under the hood of her cloak to find out what race she is. Either way, Minasel kept her head and made her way through the town, peering at every pub and inn window.

Minasel glances through every window, until she sees a familiar figure drink a large mug inside of a pub. He was with two human men and stuck out like a sore thumb with not only his height, but with how much he was drinking. Minasel set her wheelbarrow down at the side of the building and looked at the figure through the window, almost pressing her face on the glass. At this point, she could see more features of this short person. He has long dark hair and a beard that is growing in, telling that he was a dwarf. In his hair, there were a few braids with beads braided in them, telling different things about him such as that he is married. He has brown eyes and stern eyebrows, yet he looks like the kindest soul you would ever meet. Even outside she could still hear his laugh, which is loud and contagious. Minasel knew that this was her father.

So, leaving the wheelbarrow outside, Minasel walks inside the pub, hood up and squinting at the sudden blast of light. She ignores the barmaids who try to offer her a seat as she goes straight to the table her father is at. As she moved closer to the table, the louder the laughter became. The table was covered with empty mugs, but it seems like most of those mugs belong to Kili, as they circle around him. The two men at the table laugh louder as Kili lets out a loud belch, which makes Minasel roll her eyes. The men were about the same when it comes to size and look, larger around, tall, rugged features, knitted beards, and dirt covering their faces and clothes, but their hair was different, with one having blonde hair and the other having orange hair plus an eye patch over his right eye. She can’t put her finger on it, but she doesn’t much care for these new friends of her fathers. Kili set down his now empty mug and the men started talking.

“What should we do next?” The blonde man asks.

“I know!” The eye patch man exclaims. “I bet our good old friend is a good dancer.”

“Me?” Kili asks, slurring on his words. “Of course I’m a good dancer!”

“Good enough to dance on the table without falling?” The blonde man asks.

“Of course I am!” Kili answers, triumphantly.

The eye patch man’s friendly laughter fades as his mouth curls into a smirk. “How about the roof?”

Kili scratches his chin. “Never done such a thing, but I can try!”

After hearing this, Minasel immediately walks over to the table and slams her hands down, causing some of the empty cups to topple over. Then three men jump at the sound and stare at Minasel, utterly surprised. She then turns her head to Kili and looks at him.

“You’re coming with me,” she orders, grabbing his hand.

Kili shakes his head and pulls his hand away from her. “I’m sorry, lass. You’re a little too young for me.”

Minasel’s face starts to turn a bright red as she stares down at her father, standing straight and eyes wide. “W-what?”

“You’re a young girl, you have so much life left and shouldn’t go after someone old like I. Not to mention I am happily married. I could never go against my beautiful wife.” Kili’s eyes then went into a dazed state as he sighs and leans on his hand, smiling like a complete idiot. “Ah… Tauriel~”

Minasel tries to talk again, face still somewhat red. “Dad, please-“

“You shouldn’t call me that,” Kili interrupts, snapping out of blissful thoughts about his wife. “The only one who is allowed to call me that, is my baby girl. Speaking of which, I have a cute story about her!”

The two men groan and Minasel covers her face as Kili starts telling stories about his daughter when she was younger. At that moment, Minasel came up with a conclusion; her father really was an idiot! He doesn’t even recognize her, his own daughter! Granted, he is very drunk and his perception probably isn’t the best and the moment, but still, it’s embarrassing. She continues to try and get his attention again, but has no luck as he is too entranced with his storytelling. So, she does the only logical thing possible.

Minasel pulls off the hood of her cloak, revealing her large, pointed ears and big mass of red hair. The patrons in the bar gasp at the big reveal, which was enough to silence Kili and make him finally turn towards her. Once seeing his daughter with her hood down, he smiles, seeing that his baby girl is with him.

“Minasel!” He cheers, standing up and falling into her. “When did you get here?!”

Minasel couldn’t help but laugh as she held her father up, trying to steady him on his feet.

“I’ve come to take you home, adad,” she states, crouching down to become eye level with him, while still holding onto his shoulders.

“Oh! A royal escort! How thoughtful!”

“Where do you think you’re going?!” One of the men at the table, the one with blonde hair, exclaims.

Minasel turns to him, a smug look on her face. “I am taking my father home. He is not in a state to be out at the moment and should have been home hours ago. My mother was worried sick.”

Kili immediately went back into a blissful state, staring at the ceiling with a wishful look in his eyes.

“Mmm… Tauriel~” he sighs.

“Well, he is with us,” the eye patch man assures and tries to shoo Minasel away. “You and your mother don’t need to worry. We will bring him home.”

Minasel glares at the men, sits her father down back at the table, and moves slowly to the men, hands on her hips. “We don’t need to worry, aye? As I recall, I heard you two trying to get my father to dance on the roof, something he does not have a balance for at the moment. To add onto that, by looking at the table, it seems as if he has been doing all the drinking and you two have only had a couple. If I take that information into consideration, I am to suspect you only invited my father out to drink in order to get him drunk enough to do dangerous stunts that could either injure or kill him.” At this point, Minasel was only an inch away from the men, looking up at them as if trying to intimidate them. “Am I correct?”

The two men stare down at her, blinking only a few times. She has read them like a book, and now who knows what she might do. Despite the fact that she is only a kid, they couldn’t risk it. The man with blonde hair brings out a fist and goes to swipe it at her head, but Minasel ducks, causing the punch to miss and go directly into the orange haired man’s stomach. The punch in the stomach causes him to stumble back with a pained grunt.

“Gods…WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” The man with the eye patch groans.

“I didn’t mean to hit you!” The blonde man snapped back. “This is why you shouldn’t stand so close to me when there’s a fight!”

As the blonde man shouts at his friend, Minasel jumps on one of the pub tables, jumping at the man and kicking him in the face. As she lands back on the ground, the eye patch man comes up behind her, picks her up, and holds her to his chest, holding her arms down and squeezing her. Minasel wiggles and kicks, turning towards Kili to see if he can help, but he is still too busy in his thoughts. At that moment, the blonde man has gotten back up and is now slowly going towards Minasel with a knife.

“Don’t worry, lass,” he hisses, waving his knife around. “This shouldn’t hurt a bit.”

“Quit moving, you little bitch!” The eye patch man grunts, holding onto Minasel tighter.

Minasel wiggles and kicks more, trying to get out of the eye patch man’s grasp, before the blonde man gets to her, but he is too strong. As the knife inches closer and closer, fear starts to set in as Minasel knows that her end is very near. She can’t save herself and no one can save her. She is doomed. All she can do is wait and close her eyes, hoping that it will help lessen the pain… but that pain never comes. A wooden mug suddenly flies across the room and hits the eye patch man in the head, knocking him out cold and freeing Minasel. Seeing the eye patch man on the floor, Minasel turned to see where the mug came from. Surprisingly, there was her father, sitting up and glaring at the unconscious body on the floor.

“You don’t call her that,” Kili grumbled then laid him head onto the table.

With a smile on her face as she nods at her father who seems quite fatigued, Minasel takes out her knife and charges at the blonde man, who was still shocked to see his friend unconscious on the floor. With that distraction, Minasel was able to get the upper hand and cut the guy’s hand, causing him to drop the knife. The man curls onto the ground, holding his hand, as Minasel lays one final blow by breaking a chair over the guy’s head. This was enough to knock out the last man and the fight was over.

Minasel lets out a sigh, looking at the carnage, then goes over to her father, sitting him up in the chair. Kili’s eyes flutter open and he smiles, looking up at his daughter.

“Look at you,” he chuckles, moving his hand up to move hair out of her face. “Little warrior girl.”

Minasel smiles at him and rolls her, standing him up. “Come on, adad, let’s get you home.”

Minasel and Kili walk out of the pub with Kili holding onto his daughter for balance. She leads him to the wheelbarrow and helps him in, making sure he is comfortable. Kili starts shivering, wrapping his arms around himself.

“S-so cold!” He exclaims.

Minasel shakes her head, takes off her cloak and wraps it around her father, making sure it is secured. Kili immediately starts to smile, snuggling under the cloak, which tells Minasel that he is satisfied. Knowing this, she holds the handles of the wheelbarrow, lifts up, and makes her way out of town. She decides to go at a slower pass than she did getting to town, since she now has her father and she doesn’t want to tip the wheelbarrow, because of this extra weight. As she walks through the forested area to go home, her father sings to himself, bobbing his head and dancing underneath the cloak.

“Be careful, adad,” Minasel warns him, trying to steady the wheelbarrow. “Don’t move too much.”

Kili stops moving and singing immediately, but, to replace that, he tips his head back and looks at Minasel as she pushes the wheelbarrow.

Minasel looks down at him, confused. “What?”

“I knew it,” Kili exclaims. “I have the most beautiful daughter in all of Middle Earth!”

“Oh really?” Minasel asks this, going along with her father’s drunken conversation.

“Of course! Very pretty!”

“What makes you say that?”

“Why, look at you! You have mine and your mother’s looks, and your mother is absolutely stunning!”

“That makes sense.”

“Not to mention you fight very well. You are perfect! Perfect and beautiful! Even though you are upside down!”

Minasel just smiles at this statement, but Kili continues to stare at her.

“I am very proud of you,” he says.

“Thank you, adad,” Minasel answers.

“I mean it,” Kili states, becoming a bit more serious. “I am VERY proud of you.”

“I know you do, adad.”

“I remember the day you were born. I was so scared, because you were just this tiny pebble. A tiny pebble in a large world, and I didn’t want anything to happen to my baby girl, my starlight. But look at you now! All grown up! I’m so proud of you!”

“Thank you, adad,” Minasel says and leans over, quickly pecking the top of Kili’s head.

Kili grins at this gesture, looking absolutely silly. He does a little happy dance before looking back at Minasel.

“You know why I call you starlight?” He asks.

“I believe I do,” Minasel answers, still expecting her father to tell her anyway.

“The love your mother and I have is made out of pure starlight, and, since you came from our love, that means you are made out of starlight. Do you want to hear the story of how your mother and I met?”

“Sure adad.”

“It started long ago, when I went with 12 other dwarves, a wizard, and a hobbit to take back Erebor…”

#the hobbit #kiliel #kiliel child #kili x tauriel #kili #tauriel #hobbit oc #minasel #writing #my writing

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edna-skiffens · 4 years

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Calm in the Storm - 3.1K

Calm in the Storm / Harrison Osterfield

Summary: You’re terrified of storms and your friendly neighbor, Harrison, comes over to help you stay calm.

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: fluff, sarcasm and cuteness, storms is guess

A/N: This is an excerpt from a fic I’m working on but may never finish. Ha. (But if it ever does get finished then act surprised when it reappears, possibly slightly different.) LMK if you like it and would be interested in a slow burn, college AU fic. :)

Another crack of thunder roared in the skies, sending a shiver down my spine and a scream from my lips. Call me a wimp if you want. I hate storms. Capital ‘H’ Hate them.

What makes this situation even worse is it being late at night and the meteorologist saying that it won’t let up for hours. The wind is howling, the eerie sound of the flood warning is going off and they tell us of trees down on numerous roads. Apparently half the county is out of power, but thankfully we still hav-

With a flicker of light I’m plunged into darkness, wishing I could’ve knocked on wood sooner.

I think I might have screamed again. I’m not even sure. I just know that I really don’t appreciate Mother Nature tonight.

There’s a rapid knock at my door which evokes the third scream from my lungs this evening; I’m going to lose my voice.

I creep my way to the door, careful to not give away my presence in case it’s a serial killer. They are the only ones out in this weather, right? I mean, that’s what the movies make you believe.

I shouldn’t answer. I’ll just wait here until they go away and they’ll never know someone was in here. But what if it’s someone lost in the storm? I can’t leave them out there. But that’s probably what the serial killer wants me to think.

The knocking starts again, causing me to jump and cover my mouth so my squeal won’t give away my position.

“Y/N, open up. It’s Harrison.”

Harrison? Why doesn’t he go to his own apartment upstairs? At least it’s not a serial killer. God, I hope.

I open the door to see a soaked and slightly irritated Harrison, flashlight in hand. “What took you so long? I knocked twice.” He huffed as he brushed past me and inside the dark apartment. “God, don’t you own any candles. You know the power is out?” I’m starting to regret letting him in as he blabbers on, but I answer anyway.

“Yes, I obviously know the power is out. I haven’t had time to gather any candles.” I answer while fiddling with the flashlight on my phone to find any element of light I could use. “And I was scared,” I admitted in a much softer tone and volume, “I had to make sure you weren’t a serial killer.”

His laugh makes me jump much like the thunder had. “Are you serious? You thought I was a serial killer?”

“Well not you, you. But it could have been a serial killer at my door. It’s storming something horrible outside, that’s how it always happens!” I try to rationalize my thinking.

“God, Y/N. You do realize you don’t live in a Lifetime movie.” He laughs with a much lighter tone. I just roll my eyes, realizing that any other response will result in an endless cycle of teasing at this rate.

“Why are you here any way?”

“Well, I heard your screaming from my apartment and wanted to make sure you were okay.” My heart swoons for a moment, until he continues his thought. “I mean, I had to come protect you from all the serial killers out in this storm..” I whack him with my arm as he cackles, resembling something of a demented monkey.

“Very funny. I don’t like storms, okay?”

“But why?”

“I don’t know? Why are you so funny looking?”

Great comeback. One for the books.

He only rolled his eyes, sensing that I wasn’t in the mood. And we both knew that I was lying because he was far from funny looking.

“Well don’t be scared. You’re safe with me.” He smiled at me in the dim light and we stared for a moment before he continued. “Okay, okay. Let me see what I can do to help.” He said while hanging up his raincoat and walking away, flashlight in hand.

I found all the candles I owned and the two battery powered lamps. I gathered them together in my living room when Harrison joined me.

“I called the power company. They said the better parts of three whole counties are out of power and the storm isn’t even over yet.”

I let out something between a groan and a whine, not caring how much of a child I was acting like. “What does that mean?”

“It means it could be awhile before we get power back, maybe even all night.” He gave me a soft smile before continuing “We best buckle down.”

Every time a particularly loud clap of thunder roared I couldn’t help but jump. I felt so tense. It was growing increasingly annoying and I think Harrison even picked up on it because he stopped teasing me about my fear of storms.

“Let’s do something to distract you.”

“What?”

“Clearly, you’re terrified. Why? I don’t understand. But still, you are so let’s do something.”

“Well what would you suggest? We don’t have power, we don’t have a great source of light, we-“

“Have a bundle of pessimism from the lovely lady on the right.” He mocked in an overdone voice.

I rolled my eyes, trying to reign in my sass before apologizing. “What would you suggest?” I could tell he didn’t actually have a plan by the way that his eyes scanned my apartment, but they suddenly stopped signaling a thought.

“Go and gather all of your blankets and sheets and quilts for me.”

“Harrison.”

“Just do it.”

I decided to just listen to him and collect his requests, letting the focus of the tasks distract me from the storm. When I re-entered the living room he had chairs and barstools from my kitchen placed in a sporadic pattern. Seeing my puzzled face, he turned to me with a smile.

“We’re making a blanket fort!”

“Oh my gosh.” I deadpanned.

“What? What could you possibly have against a blanket fort?”

“Nothing. I used to make them all the time when I was little.”

“So what’s so bad?”

“I made them when I was little.”

“Well what’s wrong with being young every now and then?”

“I mean, I don’t know.” I replied after a moment of thought.

“Exactly. Now put those down and help me move the candles. If we burn this place down it’ll be a much bigger mess tomorrow.” He laughs and I find myself laughing too.

“Speaking of mess, you’re helping me clean this up in the morning.” Without realizing it, I think I just insinuated that he was staying the night. Or did I? He could leave then simply come back in the morning. Stop overthinking everything, Y/N. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, I guess.

“Aye, Aye, Captain.”

We spent some time working on the fort, the storm never dying down, but my fear of it moved to the back of my mind with a new focus on creating a masterpiece.

Per Harrison’s suggestion, we hung the larger sheets from my ceiling fan. He had to stand on my stools to reach them while I provided light and was ready incase he fell.

“How am I supposed to catch you if you fall? I feel like we would both get hurt in that situation.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’d never hurt you.” He looked down with a wink. “Plus. I’m not going to fall.”

“Oh really? You’re that confident huh?”

“No. Well.. yes, but I mean I’m done.” He turns around narrowly on the stool and smiles widely.

He hopped down and surveyed the area before we agreed on connecting the sheets to the taller bar stools and two, currently useless, floor lamps. The kitchen chairs were then used to bring the sheets up just high enough for us to comfortably sit up in.

“Hey, can you grab something to anchor these sheets? They keep slipping off the chairs.”

“Yeah. One second.” Grabbing a flashlight as a guide I searched for things I thought would be useful before returning to Harrison. “Okay I brought some books that could be weights for the sheets. More ponytail holders to tie them together because we are running low. And some fairy lights from my bookshelf.” I smiled proudly, “I forgot they were battery powered.”

“Great.” I handed him the books and he stopped to observe them in the dim lighting. “Of Mice and Men, The Grapes of Wrath, Great Expectations, A Tale of Two Cities, The Complete Works of Shakespeare?”

“Yes?” He looked up at me with a tilted gaze before shaking his head with a smile.

“Nothing.”

“No. What.”

“You’re always holed up in your apartment reading or studying. Which is fine. But it’s okay to have some adventures outside of these pages, you know.”

“What’s the point in that when I could be working towards my future?”

“To have fun.”

“I have fun. I have my own fun.”

“I have no doubts about that, sweetheart. I’m just saying you don’t know what you’re missing. If you’d let yourself loose every once in a while you’d discover there is a lot more than your type of fun.”

“I don’t like to waste my time. But, the power is out and reading in the dark gives me a headache and it’s scary outside so.. Here we are.”

“Here we are.”

We got to work finishing the fort. I grabbed soft blankets and pillows for cushion support on the floor. Harrison draped the fairy lights across the top for ambiance. We brought the two battery powered lanterns I had into the corners for light, too wise to bring a candle inside all of this fabric. We made ourselves comfortable with snacks and battery powered flashlights, leaning back against the pillows, taking in our work of art.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’d say this is a pretty great creation.”

“Oh? Are you a blanket fort aficionado?”

“Maybe I am and I kept that from you. Would that hurt your feelings?”

I took a second to pretend I was pondering the thought, “No.”

His laugh brought a smile to my face involuntarily. Before I knew it I was laughing with him. As the contagious laughter died down another crack of thunder shook the building, erasing my smile immediately.

Harrison must’ve noticed. He simply raised his flashlight against the blanket roof and started making figures with his hands, coming up with elaborate stories for each character. I wanted to act mature and roll my eyes at another childish gesture, but he had my giggling and I couldn’t help notice his smile as well.

When his story time ended I gave him an applause that led into a moment of silence before another loud crack of thunder. It seemed to be getting worse outside. I rolled onto my stomach, hiding my face in the pillow, trying to escape somewhere calm..

Suddenly, there was a noise repeatedly slamming against the front of my apartment. I jumped again with wide eyes, into a type of plank position as if I was ready to army crawl away from whatever was out there making this noise. “What. Is that?”

“Relax.” Harrison placed a hand on my back attempting to soothe me, “I’m pretty sure it’s your porch swing slamming against the building. The wind must be picking up. Here, I’ll take care of it.”

He crawled over me to exit the fort before I heard my front door open and shut. A moment later I hear him enter again, muttering a few curses under his breath.

“Thank you. What did you do?”

“I unhooked one of the chains so its resting slanted on the ground.”

“Oh. Well that seemed to work. Thank you.” I smiled sheepishly, taking in his wet clothes. The wind could be heard whistling outside and my mind was back on the storm. If he got that drenched from under the awning it must really be coming down out there. Another roll of thunder shook the apartment, tensing my body. “So if you have any ideas for how to stop the thunder I’m all ears.”

“I think you need another distraction, neighbor.”

“Okay, well we’ve made the fort and watched your shadow puppet show. Now what?”

He sat thoughtfully for a moment, trying to come up with something in the days of television and internet. “Is your computer charged?”

“It should be. I keep it plugged in. We don’t have internet though.”

“That’s fine. Go grab your laptop and your favorite DVD.” I grabbed my phone, turned on the flashlight and left to collect the few items in mind.

“I noticed you got kind of wet outside so I thought you might want to borrow this sweatshirt to stay warm.”

“Oh thanks.” I handed him the oversized sweatshirt from our school and opened my laptop, smiling because it was at 100% battery. “What’d you pick?” glancing back at him I noticed he was mid-change and his abs were literally shining from the rainwater and lamplight. Oh my. Attempting to focus back on his question, I didn’t say any words, only smiling as I showed him the cover of the DVD case to Beauty and the Beast, animated version. “Really?”

“It’s only the best movie ever.”

“Oh is it now?”

“Well that or Tangled. Hard to choose.”

“Who knew that Miss Y/L/N was a Disney fanatic?”

“Who isn’t?”

“Well, okay. I said you could pick.” I let out a tiny shrill of excitement while placing the DVD in the player and got situated on my stomach. Harrison followed suit, though I’m not sure if he was as excited.

Throughout the movie I held in my desire to sing along, but I couldn’t hold back my adoration and wonder throughout the movie. It doesn’t matter how many times I see the same movie, it never gets old.

“I see why you like this” He spoke up during the scene where Beast showed Belle his library. I loved this part.

“How so?”

“You’re like Belle in many ways. You’re such a bookworm.”

“Oh.”

“I mean, other ways too. I don’t know. I just see it.”

I smiled to myself taking in the compliment; at least I took it as a compliment. “Thank you.”

Somewhere towards the end of the movie I felt myself grow drowsy and made myself more comfortable. I didn’t expect myself to fall asleep, but I must have because when I woke up sometime later Harrison was still wide awake and watching Tangled.

“Well this is a sight to see.” I spoke through the grogginess of sleep, clearly surprising him.

I glanced at the screen to see it was the scene where Repunzel and Flynn Ryder entered the festival in the village; my favorite.

“I like this movie.”

“I like Flynn Ryder.”

“It reminds me of us.” Harrison seemed to be continuing his statement. I looked away from the two dancing on screen to give him a drowsy, yet puzzling look.

“How so?”

“She’s been in her tower her whole life. He helps her break out and takes her on these wild adventures. She’s a little nervous, though she knows deep down it’s what she wants to do. She finally experiences the world. And they have fun.” And fall in love. “You don’t see the parallels?”

“Uhm, now that you mention it, I guess I do.”

We watched the rest of the movie in mostly silence until it ended with my laptop warning of low battery. Harrison closed it and pushed it away as I tried to keep my eyes open.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For tonight. For distracting me. For the fun. For the porch swing. For everything.”

He simply smiled while settling in, himself. “Of course.”

This time I knew I was drifting into sleep, but I welcomed it.

When I woke up my eyes stayed closed. I felt someone’s fingers gently brushing the side of my face, moving my hair behind my ear. I faked sleep a few moments longer, enjoying Harrison’s touch before I let my eyes slowly flutter open and feeling his hand pull away.

“Good morning.” He greeted me.

“Morning.”

“It seems as though the storm has stopped. I think we are going to live.” He smiled. “Just some light rain to deal with today.”

I smiled back at him, the effects of sleep fading from me slowly. “Thank you.”

“You already thanked me last night.”

“I know, but I felt like doing it again.”

“Well, you’re welcome again.”

We sat in silence for a few moments and I tried to fight off the sweet thoughts of sleep that were luring me back in. Suddenly the news could be heard on the television, the lights shined above our heads and little noises could be heard everywhere.

“Looks like the power is back.” He enthused.

“Looks like it. I guess we should get to cleaning this up.”

Harrison made no effort to move but let out a chuckle instead.

“What?”

“It's okay to lay here for a bit.”

“I know. But I need to charge my phone and-”

“And the world can wait.”

“Yeah but I didn’t get anything done last night so I should really-”

“I am sure it’ll get done.”

“But-”

“But nothing. It’s okay to take a minute for yourself. The world isn’t burning down outside. Well.. actually I haven’t looked since last night. Maybe we should check.”

“Haz!”

“I’m kidding! My point is it’s okay to relax or to have fun. Enjoy others’ company.”

I gave him a small smile and settled back into our makeshift bed on the ground. The television, lights and rumblings faded away along with the thoughts of any responsibility.

“You don’t have to be so responsible all the time.”

“I just want to be productive with my time.”

To that he responded with a light chuckle. When I gave him a puzzled look he answered, “You know, you are scared of thunderstorms, you love Disney movies, I finally convinced you to build a blanket fort with me, but you still try to act so mature. I see you, Y/N. You don’t have to keep up the act. I told you, you’ll always be safe with me.”

We laid there for a little while longer until we decided to finally clean up the place. He left soon after and the guilt of wasted time rushed in. I decided to charge my phone and laptop while throwing out all the now-spoiled food. I heard my phone alert me with a text message, shortly after it turned on.

Harrison:

Look what I found. Just for you.

My heart fluttered at the sweet sentiment and the thoughtful picture. Maybe some storms aren’t so bad after all.

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A/N: Let me know what you think! :) And follow if you liked it.. I’m new but have a lot more planned.

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfeild imagine #harrison osterfeild x reader #fluff #harrison osterfield one shot #y/n #y/n insert #self insert #self-insert #y/n use #writing #my writing #tale teller #harrison osterfield fanfic #harrison osterfield x y/n #college au

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estellestarlightevergarden · 4 years

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Wife?!

Title: Wife?!

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! Reader

Fandom: The Hazbin Hotel

Genre: Fluff, Humor, SMUT

Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of Substance Abuse, Sex, and Murder

Notes: I do know that these characters are amazing themselves but! I will give credit to the amazing Creators that have Created the Hazbin Hotel!!

And Yes I am aware that Alastor is asexual but! For those fangirls! Out there that like this deer demon I write and you shall receive!

Summary: During a conversation with Alastor The subject of love then comes up to which he replies. "Married" to which The members of the Hazbin Hotel Begin to wonder who this mysterious partner is.

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"Okay Okay So Let me get this right.. Princess is running a hotel to purify the demons here? And all she has for help is her best friend, Radio Demon, P0rnstar over there, Happy one eye demon, And Me?" Husk Cackled. Husk's Comment caused Charlie to sigh, Vaggie to roll her eyes, Alastor to smile, Angel Dust to nod, and Niffty to giggle. Husk groaned and slammed his face onto the table.

"While were all here have any of you been in love?" Charlie asked. This caused everyone to stop what they were doing. Even Alastor which caught the interest of Vaggie.

"Yeah When have any of you been in love or liked someone?" Vaggie Continued. The cat like demon had then laughed.

"I had lost the ability to love years ago so that's a no" He rolled his eyes and drank from the bottle labeled cheap booze.

"That would be never unless you count helping!" Niffty beamed.

The two nodded then it was now Alastor's turn to be pestered. The team of Co-Workers had now turned to the red deer demon.

"What is it not my turn to answer the qiestion?" Alastor Chuckled. The demons had nodded. "Married" he stated simply and walked away to find a popsicle. The demons mouths hung open in shock.

"Well who is it?" Charlie had gushed. Alastor turned towards the demon princess and grinned. "That is for me to know and for you all not to know .. now who wants some Jambalaya!" Alastor had replied suddenly changing topics.

The day had ended at the hazbin hotel and it was time for everyone to head home.

By everyone I meant Alastor. He had waved goodbye to everyone and made his way home. He opened the door to be greeted by his cheerful wife.

"Welcome back Alastor!" She chirped as he walked through the door while she had gotten up from the floor from washing it. He smiled and closed the door behind him. He grinned at his adorable wife and showered her with kisses. She giggled and returned the kisses. He smiled at her.

"So how was helping the hotel?" She asked with a smile on her face. He laughed and pecked her cheek.

"Why it was wonderful! Why I hadn't had that much fun since we had gotten together!" He laughed. She smiled at him.

"Honey?" "Yes Sweetheart?" "Can I take a bath together if that's Alright with you.." she smiled sheepishly twidling her fingers. He grinned picking her up off the ground setting his cane somewhere else nodding.

"Of course!" He exclaimed. She blushed and pecked his cheek.

"Thank you Alastor!" She giggled.

He set her down on her feet as she ran a bath.

I began to slip off my clothes. I blushed feeling the gaze of my husband. I covered myself. "Alastor!" I blushed. He tilted his head in confusion.

"Its not like I haven't seen you like this before!" He smirked. I blushed turning away from him. He chuckled.

I stopped the water before it had overflowed the bathtub. I then had stepped in. I whimpered feeling the warm water touch my body. I looked at my husband who was not smiling but in shock at the sound I had made because of the water.

I blushed and looked away.

"Sweetheart maybe I need to show you how good I can make you feel" he whispered. I blsuhed again. He then had stepped in behind me. I blushed feeling his chest against my back. His hands on my shoulders pulling me back against his chest. I turned my head to look at him as he grinned. His head leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on my forehead.

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"Wow Alastor has sure been happier this week hasn't he?" Charlie smiled at the red deer demon. Vaggie rolled her eyes at the mention of his name.

"So who do you think it could be?" Angel sat next to the ladies. The trio had began their many theories of who it could be.

"Hm.. Hey Charlie?" "Yea?" "Remember a girl named Y/n?" Vaggie asked. Charlie nodding still not catching onto what she was trying to imply. Vaggie sighed as in saying 'Nevermind'.

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"Oh Alastor!! Yes!!" I had cried out. Alastor grinned above me.

"Couldn't hear you sweetheart~" he teased. My hands gripping the sheets below me. My back was currently being massaged by my husband after I had cleaned all day.

"Feeling better?" He whispered. I nodded frantically. His hands kneading out the knots in my back. My quick breaths confirming the pleasure.

"Honey.. Thank you for kneading them out" I smiled at him. He grinned his mischievous grin and peppered my bare back with kisses. I blushed at the contact of his lips on my skin.

"Could it really be her?" Charlie mumbled in a daze hoping her friend that had gone missing in the demon world wouldn't. Vaggie shrugged her shoulders.

"Now what are my favorite ladies yamming on about?~" Angel smiled eating a popsicle from the fridge. His sudden appearance caused the two females to turn to the pornstar.

"Perfect timing! Angel! You've been here longer than me.. Do you know anything about a demon named Y/n?" Charlie asked with puppy dog eyes hoping to get any information on her missing friend.

The spider had shaken his head no. The two females sighed and groaned in disappointment. This had caused the two to catch Angel's attention.

"Why do you two wanna know anyways?"

"Because we believe that she might be HIS wife"- "theoretically speaking"

"Ah!~ then maybe we can conduct an experiment!" Angel gave a grin that had almost rivaled Alastor's.

"Honey where are you?" Alastor had called out. I jumped from the bed and grabbed a pillow covering my body that was only covered by my under garments with it. The door to the bedroom had opened and there stood Alastor. His mouth hanging open in shock at my state.

"Sweetheart~if that's what you needed then you could've just called~" he chuckled loosening his bowtie. I gulped in nervousness. He then was left in his undergarments. He crawled over to me and kisses my nose with a soft smile. He took the pillow tossing it somewhere else. I blushed as he lied me down on our bed.

I instantly knew where this was headed.

The trio had groaned books scattered everywhere on the ground.

Leaving not a single page unturned or looked at.

"F*cling Sh!t! We've been at this for hours! How much longer!" Angel groaned in despair.

Charlie simply giggled at the spiders action.

"As long as we have to to leave Alastor in shock!" Vaggie seethed gripping a book.

"Well what forms of contact or things have you noticed about Alastor?" Nifty spoke.

The trio jumped and looked at the small one eyed creature.

Suddenly the three had gained a lightbulb.

"Say.. Nifty!" Charlie called for the small one.

Nifty peeled up being called to and rushed over to Charlie.

"Yes Ms.Charlie?" She chirped.

"Do you have any idea who Alastor's wife is?" Vaggie had asked curiosity glinting in her eyes.

The small female nodding with delight.

"The Miss?! Oh she's so kind.. wonderful.. and very tidy! As well as good to Alastor!" She gushed.

This had confirmed the suspicions of the trio but more so of the original duo.

"Oh dont stop please!!" I moaned. Alastor smirked at my form. My upper half against the mattress while my lower half was up in the air. I was a moaning mess.

"I dont plan to~" he purred. His his rocked back and forth into mine. His hands on my hips. My legs were now taking a life of it's own and were in sync with Alastor's. My hands gripped the sheets below me.

Suddenly the phone rang. We both jumped in suprise. I looked at Alastor in confusion as I shrugged and grabbed the phone answering the call.

"Oh hello Charlie! I havent spoken to you in awhile!" I exclaimed with joy. His hips had began rocking against mine again. I looked at him in alarm. He only winked witha devious grin. I continued my conversation with the princess as Alastor continued with our scandalous lovemaking

"Well then if that's all then goodbye!" I chirped hanging up the phone call. I let out soft pants.

"You did very well sweetheart~! Now let's give you a reward!" He exclaimed. I tilted my head in confusion. I was then above him as he sat up. He then guided my hips up and down. I moaned at the new feeling. My hands on his shoulders, head thrown back. His hips snapping upwards. My soft moans now bouncing off the walls.

His arms wrapped around my waist holding me down on his lap as his thrusts were continuously violent.

My soft moans were now screams.

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The door had opened to the Hazbin Hotel in the cold of the morning.

The bells had jingled.

The red deer demon had walked his way into the hotel humming happily.

The tune that he had always hummed

TO HIS BELOVED

Suddenly the trio that had now turned into a quartet that jumped out at him with an accusing finger.

"YOU!" They all Yelled their fingers still pointed at the red head.

He tilted his head with s confused smile.

"Me?" "Yes you!"

Then a lightbulb had gone off in Alastor's head. He simply gave his signature grin and headed towards the kitchen and to prep the meal for the clients that would hopefully come into the hotel.

The doors had opened and in walked the demon of the hour.

Y/n.

"H-Hello?" She had meekly called out into the dark hallway of the hotel.

"Heya sweetcheeks Looking for something?" Angel had grinned at her from behind the counter.

The female looked up at him with a sweet smile and nodded.

This simple action caused the spider demon to blush but shook his head.

"Ask away!"

"Is the Radio Demon Alastor Here by chance?" Her voice as sweet as honey had echoed throughout the hotel.

This caused the not-so-busy hotel to stop their actions and, turn to the female.

The spider had nodded and lead her towards the kitchen.

The female had grinned and thanked the spider.

"Thank you- "Angel..AngelDust"

"Thank you AngelDust!"

"No problem Sweetcheeks"

The female then took a few steps into the kitchen to be met with Alastor.

"Honey?"

"Sweetheart what are you doing here?"

"I came to bring you lunch.."

"I KNEW IT!!!!" Vaggie yelled out in excitement.

The couple had jumped and turned towards the door. There stood the entire staff of the Hazbin Hotel.

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A/n: I feel like this was also Rushed as Well!

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36: Half Full (Joe Mazzello x Y/N)

A/N: 36-year-old teacher Y/N seeks the right man with whom to start a family. One day while working as a camp administrator, she shares a mutual attraction with the uncle of one of her favorite young campers. Could her dream become a reality or will old fears prevent her from taking a risk? This is Y/N’s perspective of my story 36: Reset, in which Joe Mazzello, also eager to start a family, meets Y/N while caring for his nieces. Joe’s family members are written as fictional characters. This story is dedicated to my mother, who strives to keep the glass half full and reminds me to do the same.

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Y/N opened her eyes and followed the morning sunlight fanning across the floor. She palmed her phone on the side table, then flipped onto her back and brought up her Notes for the day. She took in the mundane reminders about camper pick-ups and staff time sheets and focused on the day’s big event: a reunion with her eight college friends. The tight group remained close in their 20’s. Now, a decade later, it was harder to stay connected as their lives splayed in different directions, as evidenced by the reason for tonight’s festivities: Vanessa’s engagement and Ashley’s pregnancy.

She looked forward to celebrating with her friends. Yet, Y/N couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling that her dreams, those dreams, seemed unattainable. A wall had been erected within her from a past experience, creating a barrier. That inner turmoil, however, was countered by her day-to-day reality. Y/N was a woman with full life: a passionate educator, an art enthusiast and a skilled improv performer. What she longed for most was missing: a loving husband and children. For now, Camp Administrator extraordinaire would have to do. To that end, she rolled out of bed and slipped into a pressed shirt, capri pants and sneakers.

Her carefully folded sundress and her favorite strappy sandals for the evening joined lunch, water bottle and phone in her backpack. She stepped outside to greet the humid day. Arriving at the YMCA, she locked her backpack and retrieved her clipboard, looping her key lanyard around her neck. Y/N entered the large gym, observing the children with their counselors and eyeing the many pockets of action. She offered greetings while ensuring everything ran smoothly.

Suddenly, a small familiar figure came toward her. A man navigating a stroller followed behind.

“Hi, Jessie,” Y/N greeted one of her favorite campers. Y/N bent down and glanced at the toddler nestled in her stroller. “Hi, Josie,” she said, then rose.

“Hi, Y/N. This is my Uncle Joe.” Jessie’s head tilted up to the slender gentleman with wavy auburn hair, who looked around Y/N’s age. Jessie clutched her uncle’s hand tightly as she elaborated. “He’s taking care of Josie and me while my parents are at Cousin Carol’s wedding this weekend…” Jessie provided a litany of details as Joe and Y/N looked at each other and laughed. When Jessie paused, Joe extended his hand. “I’m Joe, nice to meet you.” Suddenly an item on her morning Notes flashed before her: Jessie, Yellow Group: Joe Mazzello pick up. He seemed so at ease. How lovely that he was caring for the two girls for three days. Not an easy feat. His sister must really trust him. And Jessie certainly seemed fond of him. She smiled at the sweet, attractive man before her. “Hi, Joe.” Joe’s eyes lingered on her.

Y/N shook Joe’s hand and continued, “Your sister wrote saying you’d be helping with the girls. That’s so nice. I’m Y/N/Z, the Assistant Director of the camp. If you need anything please let me know. Jessie is a wonderful camper!” She winked at Jessie who smiled and then spoke to Joe before joining her group. Suddenly, Y/N felt a tap on her arm and turned to speak with a parent, reluctantly losing sight of the handsome man she had just met, who softly uttered “Thanks.” Then, as always, Y/N found herself caught up in the fray. It was her favorite place, really: people coming to her with issues to resolve, questions to answer, laments to be heard.

Y/N caught Joe leaning down to check on Josie who was sitting comfortably in her stroller playing with a toy. She spotted a towel and water toys in the lower basket of the stroller and figured he’d be taking her to the playground for sprinkler fun. Joe spoke to his niece softly and then gave her leg a kiss. It was a natural, loving gesture. Y/N forced her gaze away from him to focus on two counselors who suddenly were speaking before her, but she sensed he was watching her as he strolled away. And just as he reached the exit, she turned and waved to him. “Oh. My. God.,” she thought, catching herself and bringing her hand to her clipboard. Was she flirting with a child’s guardian? What was wrong with her? Before she could further berate herself, Joe waved back with a big smile. It had been awhile since her body had an involuntary reaction to a man. Her heart suddenly started to ramp up like a pole vaulter tearing down the track, gaining speed, preparing to catapult. Yes, she felt like she was flying. Warmth rushed through her and she felt a lightness she couldn’t quite describe.

The day ran smoothly and at 3:00, she took a quick break, heading to the restroom with her make-up bag. Y/N checked herself in the mirror. She looked like she had been running up and down three flights of stairs non-stop, except for a few minutes to down a sandwich, yogurt and fruit, chased by a few swigs of water. That look, though accurate, should be addressed before she saw Joe again, she thought. She reapplied make-up and freshened up. She tucked her bag away in her office and picked up her clipboard. Back in the gym, she took in the quiet activities that signaled the wrap up of the day: board games, crafts and ice pops.

A half hour before camp ended, Joe wheeled Josie into the gym. Y/N appreciated he wasn’t among those who arrived late for pick-up keeping the staff waiting. The man took his responsibilities seriously. Mostly, she was glad to be able to cast her eyes on him again, and hoped for the chance to speak with him.

Joe let a restless Josie out of the stroller, and he followed behind her closely as she walked around. Y/N was impressed that he was mindful about preventing her from getting in the way, or worse, getting hurt. Setting out to make group rounds, Y/N approached them. “Hi, Joe,” Y/N said softly. She bent down to Josie. “Did you have fun in the playground with Uncle Joe?”

“Fun Un JoJo!” Josie responded as she toddled around and clapped her hands.

Y/N laughed and turned to him. “A standing ovation. I’m impressed.”

He chuckled and looked down briefly. “Well, we had fun, but I have to say, it was tiring. And I’m just watching one! Amazing you look so, uh, calm after running the show here.” Joe said admirably, extending his hands in a grand gesture.

“I’m a third-grade teacher so I’m used to it,” Y/N said. “I’m working on my master’s degree so I can be a Principal one day. This gives me good practice,” Y/N offered up some personal information to see if Joe responded. So many guys were so self-involved.

“Wow, that’s really impressive,” Joe said sincerely, eyeing her. His response caused her heart to flutter again. The conversation was cut off as Josie bolted toward her big sister. Joe fell into step close behind her. Y/N made her way across the gym, checking in on groups and finally sidled up next to Jessie, who was embroiled in a game of Chinese Checkers with a counselor. Kneeling on the floor next to the game, Joe unwrapped a watermelon-flavored pop a counselor gave him and offered some to Josie, who eagerly took some bites. The sticky pop started to drip, and Joe took his backpack off and unzipped it with a flourish, retrieving a napkin to wipe her up. “Good reflexes,” Y/N mused.

Jessie glanced at Y/N as her opponent contemplated her move. “Y/N, did you know Uncle Joe is a FAMOUS MOVIE STAR?” she bellowed.

Y/N immediately flashed back to her conversation with Jessie’s mother the prior evening. “Oh, Y/N,” she had said, “Remember, my brother Joe will be picking Jessie up tomorrow. You got my e-mail. You’ll recognize him.” She said with a wink. “He was in Bohemian Rhapsody. And, The Social Network. Bunch of things.”

Back in the present, Y/N played it cool. “Wow, interesting,” she responded evenly. “And he’s a GREAT UNCLE!” she added enthusiastically, trying to steer the conversation to the present, seeing Joe looking down embarrassed.

“Who is successfully making a mess with this pop,” Joe retorted, wiping his mouth with the napkin and giving Josie another wipe, before she took off for the crafts table. Joe rose, his face a shade of crimson, and followed her.

Y/N’s boss signaled the floor was covered, and she took her leave to change. She reemerged wearing her flowery sundress with wide straps and a deep neckline that accentuated her figure. Her elegant sandals gave her shapely legs a nice lift and embodied the ease and comfort of summer. Standing near the doorway, Y/N bid good-bye to families, wishing them a good weekend. Joe walked toward her to retrieve the parked stroller.

“You look…nice,” Joe said haltingly, without any emotion. “Big night out?”

“Thank you.” Her faced flushed. “I’m meeting my college friends. One just got engaged and another is expecting.”

“Lots to celebrate.” Joe said, his taut lips relaxing into a wide smile, seemingly relieved by the answer.

“Yeah,” she said wistfully. “You know, life in the 30’s…”

‘Uh. Yeah,” Joe uttered, his eyes trained on her. Suddenly distracted by his nieces, Joe turned. Squatting to his knees, he spoke quietly but firmly to Jessie. Then he stood and turned to face Y/N. He caught her eye, his face full of intensity. “Y/N,” he said softly, “I was wondering, if, uh, one day, you might want to grab dinner.” She looked at him. And the reality hit her. She could be present, rather than thinking of yesterdays. She could take in the joy she was feeling. She could take the risk. “I’d love that. Let me give you my number.” She hastily wrote it on a paper on her clipboard and gave it to him. She sighed, feeling that inexplicable lightness return. Maybe part of that wall was chipping away.

“Great,” Joe said to Y/N with a smile. “I’ll probably need two days to recover after my sister gets back,” He laughed. “I’ll text you. Maybe we can get together next weekend?”

“That should work,” she said. “Bye...” her voice trailed off, as a counselor interrupted.

“Have fun tonight,” Joe called after her. After a quick check of the stroller buckle, he took off, taking Jessie’s hand. “Bye, Y/N!” Jessie called, turning.

Y/N waved to Jessie, noticing Joe’s nicely filled out cargo shorts and firm biceps extending from his t-shirt, as he headed out the door with his two charges.

*****

The latest Williamsburg bar considered all the rage was dimly lit with modern brass drop fixtures and a plethora of votive candles. The friends gathered on comfy chairs and a couch set in an oval. They held colorful drinks and indulged in the bounty of tantalizing appetizers set out on the tables before them. They toasted Vanessa and Ashley. The years hadn’t changed their easy banter, and their shared jokes and memories transported them back to golden, carefree days. The conversation grew more serious as the friends discussed their present lives.

“What’s going on with you, Y/N?” Vanessa asked eagerly. Her pear-shaped diamond glistened as she raised her mango-infused drink.

“Well, I LOVE working at the camp.” Y/N began. “The kids are great, and this year, we have a dance competition.” She shook her head. “Well, we’re not calling it a competition, cause we want every kid to express themselves. Our dance teacher is a member of the dance company Alvin Ailey II….”

Vanessa cut her off with no qualms. “Yeah, that’s great. Come ON! Get to the good stuff. You seeing anyone?”

Y/N paused. Images of Joe shaking her hand, waving to her, blushing and asking her out flashed, and she felt her heartbeat quicken. “Well actually…just today, the uncle of one of my campers asked me out. He’s really nice and so…handsome.” She knew she was sporting a dreamy expression.

Awkward side glances were exchanged by the friends, who fell into an uncomfortable silence. Y/N looked around at them perplexed.

Vanessa, always one of the boldest among them, cocked her head and spoke. “So…um, is this a sugar daddy situation?” she asked.

“WHAT??” Y/N gasped. She started to laugh so hard her breath suspended for a moment. “OHMYGOD!! What are you thinking?? He’s not, like, YOUR uncle. He’s our age. He’s in his 30’s. The girls dissolved into uproarious laughter, falling into each other.

“Here’s to the 30’s,” Ashley said, through her own laughter, rubbing her curved belly with one hand and raising her cranberry juice with the other.

“To the 30’s,” Y/N said, raising her Cosmo.

*****

Therapy was every other Tuesday at 7:00 p.m.

Ann Garnett, Ph.D. saw herself as a tour guide accompanying her patients as they revised their pasts and envisioned their futures, offering a fresh canvas on which to sketch new interpretations, plans and realized truths. She gingerly accompanied Y/N back in time to allow her to work through her painful break-up with Derek. They had loved each other passionately, but it became clear that they were on different tracks. For Y/N, there were education certificates to obtain, cultural events to experience, improv shows to perform and friends to see. Derek, six years her senior, was eager to buy a house in the suburbs and start a family. He had enough of tiny apartments with unreliable plumbing and the constant churn of neighbors who kept late hours. He was unwilling to wait-or compromise. Staying in the city for even a few years so Y/N could engage in her enjoyments was out of the question. Y/N had to choose between a life she wasn’t ready for with a man she was in love with or creating her own desired life. She chose the latter. And though her life was fulfilling, Y/N often wondered if she gave up her one chance at love and having a family, which now, she wanted more than anything. Ann helped her to accept that she made the right decision based on who and where she was at the time. Most importantly, Ann helped Y/N work through the fear of repeated disappointment that lapped at her and prevented her from entering another serious relationship.

Y/N planted her backpack on the couch next to her. “So. I had a date.”

“Oh?” Ann’s voice and eyebrows raised slightly. She took in Y/N’s evident excitement.

Y/N recounted meeting Joe at camp and their interactions. She spoke warmly about the affection and care he demonstrated toward his nieces.

“That’s lovely.” Ann said.

“It was.” Y/N said. “He took me for a delicious dinner. We both like good food and travelling. It was so easy to talk with him. He was interested in my work at the camp, having seen me in action.” She giggled proudly before continuing. “He asked me a lot about my improv with Upright Citizens Brigade. He’s an actor, and he described how he improvised during some of his scenes. Yeah, we really connected about that.”

“Sounds like you have some shared interests. And he respects YOUR interests.” Ann concluded.

Talking about the date laid bare the plausible reality that it was positive – and it could evolve. And that made it feel so fragile and scary. Y/N felt like she was clutching a vase of etched glass closely to protect it. Yet despite her efforts, it tumbled from her firm grasp in slow motion. She reached for it in mid-air, but before she could swoop in, it crashed and shattered. Suddenly, the positive feelings dissipated. She just couldn’t risk having them wrap around her heart, create a stronghold, and then witness the inevitable unraveling of a promising future. Again.

“Well,” Y/N asserted, her tone becoming firm, “It’s not going to work, unfortunately. He’s going to move to LA.”

“Oh? When’s he leaving?” Ann asked casually.

“It’s not planned. Yet. but he’s an actor and director. He’s going to have to go at some point.” Y/N sounded annoyed having to explain what seemed like an inevitable reality, not worth additional discussion. Case closed. Next subject.

Ann considered her patient, whom she greatly admired. “You don’t know if Joe will move to LA. His family is here, after all. And if he does, well, many couples relocate for jobs. Fortunately, wherever you go, there will be a need for teachers-and one of your caliber would be in demand. And LA has a great Citizens Brigade.” She added with a smile. Her voice and words opened up the canvass for sketching. “You’re not tied down. You can be flexible. And, there’s no need to plan everything today. You can’t, really. Let yourself enjoy the unfolding. Get to know Joe. See if you fit together. You’re at a different place now than you were with Derek. And Joe is a different person than Derek. He’s proven that already.”

Y/N stared at Ann, taking in her wise and objective words.

“You know, Y/N,” Ann said, her eyes taking in the lovely young woman before her, so deserving of love. “The glass can also be half full.”

Ann closed her notebook, signaling the session’s end.

That evening, Y/N slept restlessly as dreams spun through her head. In the last one, she was clutching a vase tightly, protectively. A figure stood in the darkness. Fearing it would take her vase, she turned to run. “Wait, Y/N!, Wait for me,” the figure called to her pleadingly. She turned back. The figure stepped forward into a spotlight. She strained to make out its features. It was Joe, wearing black trousers a button-down shirt and black blazer. The vase in her arms, now also shrouded in light, caught her eye. As she gazed down, she realized it had transformed to a baby swaddled in a blanket.

The dream startled Y/N awake. Her phone vibrated. She pulled it out and saw a text from Joe: “Enjoy the kiddos today. Can’t wait to see your show tonight! Break a leg.” A smile emerged, as Y/N replayed her dream and reread Joe’s text, excitedly anticipating her show that evening.

Maybe the glass can be half full.

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