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namjooningelsewhere · 2 years

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War Of The Hearts :#3

✽Pairing - OT7 x reader (DJ) and OT7 x Lily

✽Word Count - 5.6k

✽Ratings - 18+

✽Genre(s) - Mafia Au, Angst , Fluff, mentions of smut.

✽Trigger Warnings - Mentions of Death, Mentions of Trauma , minor alcohol consumption, mentions of torture and shootouts and mentions of bloodshed, Mentions of Drugs, Attempted Murder, A little manipulative behavior, A shootout, Mentions of smut (Having sex in the trial room), a lot of cursing.

✽Summary - You've been lurking in the shadows, protecting the seven of Bangtan even if it means you must give your own life. After all, that's what you do when you are in love with someone irrevocably. That pain seems to be minuscule in light of their safety. But it was never about you, for all you are is a speck of dust in the universe they have created for them and their girlfriend. Your heart's at war, but it's fine, you can smile through the pain as long as it means they smile- for her.

✽A/N : I am finishing up my drafts while my work has decided to be a little nice to me, This is heavily unedited, but imma fix it tommorow. Sorry for giving you any kind of headaches:(

✽Taglist : @bri-mal @2ne1unni @shatzkrinslinzki @zae007live, @gukieater @tinyoonsblog @skylievin @2ne1unni @lovelgirl22

✽Part One Here ✽Part Two Here

The loud ringing of the phone broke the awkward atmosphere between Namjoon and You. He excused himself to attend to the phone. You had started getting a light headache due to the sleeplessness, The coffee wasnt helping and neither is the situation.

“I am sorry, That call was important.”

“No Problem.”

“So i dont really know what to say DJ, This is awkward as fuck but nevertheless Lily wants this and im just here to tell you that we are ready to give this a shot.” Namjoon still had an unsure look on his face and you could clearly see it too.

“Okay i guess.” You still didn't have an appropriate response to this situation, You were torn between being happy and confused.

“Il take your leave now, have a good day DJ. And sorry for that incident in the bedroom.” Nanjoon cleared his throat awkwardly and you were almost ready to combust from the embarrassment that enveloped your body when you remembered the morning encounter.

“No Problem. Jeh can be a handful. You have a good day too.”

You heard a loud clearing of throat once Namjoon exited, And you made a mental note of smacking Jeh, The brat was hell bent on embarrassing you in front of Bangtan. Poor Namjoon was ready to burst.

“So…”

“So????” You took slow steps towards Jeh and he immediately moved backwards sniffing your intentions. He started running and you chased him.

“What the hell babe?” Jeh tried to free himself as soon as you caught him and twisted his arm, You laughed at his struggle and loosened your hold on him.

“Will you do it again?”

“No never.” Jeh whimpered and you let go of his arm, He rubbed his arm where he had caught him and glared at you, This should teach him a lesson.

“I needed to speak to you, But your boyfriend distracted me.” Your eyes widened at Jeh’s mention, Still not used to the term boyfriend for bangtan.

“Ivanov is coming to Seoul.”

“What, Why?”

“Well Ivanov is introducing a new drug to the market, Min Yoongi has set up a meeting with him. If everything goes well, Bangtan can be the only distributor in Asia.”

“Why is this giving me a bad feeling already?” Something definitely didn't feel right about this, You weren't into much of the drug market but stories always float around and Ivanov didn't seem to have too many good ones.

“Well it should. Ivanov is notorious for fillers. But i think the only reason bangtan is dealing with them must be because of the promising market.”

“They know better I guess.”

“That's it?” You tried to maintain a poker face to his question, Obviously you couldn't not do something about it.

You had a full mind to break the pattern, And this time you were going to talk to the big dog himself, Courtesy of a favour he had owed you for saving his wife accidentally when you were in moscow for a deal, But you would never tell him that you saved his wife by accident. Opportunities!

“What” Jeh looked at you suspiciously, and you avoided his gaze. He would die teasing you.

“Nothing. I need to go to the warehouse. I'll see you later, okay?” You nodded and quickly hugged him bye and Jeh left.

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“Bratva Doktor.”

“DJ.” His loud voice boomed through the speaker.

“Bratva, I need your assistance.”

“Name it.” His broken English sounded hilarious, But this wasnt time to mull over his thick Russian accent.

“Ivanov is going to deal with one of my friends.--

“You mean Bangtan Kid?” You smirked at the mention of Yoongi, You had the right person. Ivanov couldn't mess up now if Doktor knew about it.

“Yeah he is my friend, Can you make sure his fillers dont make an appearance in my friend's consignment?”

“You have it. Ivanov will be in line.”

“Thankyou Bratva.” He laughed out at your statement and you spoke a little about the business and family. Connections always matter and even if the favour was called, Bratva Doktor would always be a good contact, Not to mention the power the Russian Mafia held.

You ended the call with a smile. Now you could rest knowing that no matter how things ended or began with Ivanov and Yoongi for the drug deal, Ivanov would keep his fillers at bay.

You heard a giggle outside your door, and you froze. He had heard it. Now there was no end to his teasing,

“ They-know-better-my-ass.” Jeh shouted the last part and you threw a cushion at him. He suddenly took long strides towards you and engulfed you in a hug.

“Bangtan has no idea how lucky those brats are.”

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“So…”

“So?”

“What messed up?”

“How did you know something messed up?” Jeh looked at you curiously and you laughed, Jeh always had a tendency to drag out words, But right now you had no idea what had gone wrong.

“You're dragging out the words.”

“Ass”

“Wana tell me what's wrong or going to brood over it?”

“So ivanov…” That rang a warning bell in your head, God what did that man do now? You nearly made a plan to put a bullet through his head. If he had dared to place a finger on Yoongi, Bratva Doktor could be handled later.

“Ivanov?”

“The deal went south i guess, They had a huge argument over the money matter i guess. There is too much bad blood there. Ivanov even threatened Yoongi.” God what kind of fresh hell was this?

“My source told me, That threat definitely didn't look empty.” Your face palmed. You had to get a solution to this.

“What do we do now?”

“Put tabs on Ivanov, Find out if any snipers or sharp shooters have arrived in Seoul after their meeting.” Jeh nodded and got to work immediately, You debated on calling Doktorov, There wasnt any guarantee if he would oblige.

You dialled your trusted contact, you had to make sure there werent any loose ends right now, Yoongi was the most important and you werent about to let some stupid fucker get to him.

“Have Yoongi tailed twenty four by seven, It's shot at sight if anyone suspicious comes near him and has Ivanov on radar too. Il fucking get the bastards phone tapped. No loose ends please.”

“There will be none.”

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Ivanov continued staying in Seoul after the meeting, putting you in a deep thought. Was he coming out and attacking Yoongi or was he here for something else, Though you did not see any reason that he had to.

Meanwhile it had already been a week, and the weird beginning to your and Bangtan’s story had taken a backseat. One thing had definitely changed, Yoongi was heavily guarded now and you had placed one of your best shooters for his protection. He didn't need any, There would be a minuscule chance that something could go wrong, You were here to cover that minuscule. Bangtan was powerful, very powerful, they didn't need any but the kind of work both you were doing in killings, shootouts were bound to happen, And you were going to keep them safe. No matter what it took.

Bangtan had increased their protection for Yoongi which meant they were waiting for a move from Ivanov, And somehow his staying back in Seoul had created a lot of questions.

“Hey there Gorgeous.” Your neck snapped at Lily’s voice, God you had totally forgotten about her.

“Hey.”

“How is my girlfriend doing?” You choked on your own spit at the mention of the word girlfriend, Damn this word was so unnecessarily heavy.

“Umm girlfriend?”

“Yeah aren't you our girlfriend?”

“Lily!”

“Yes baby.” You groaned at the word baby. This woman needed to chill, Like some serious chill.

“Will you stop that?” You snapped and Her eyes widened at your tone, But she immediately broke into giggles.

“God lily, What's with the giggles?”

“You look so sexy when you're mad.”

“Oh god.” You held your head in your hands and lily took your hands away and held them in hers.

“I wanna see you in action sometimes.” You began coughing violently, mentally running away a thousand miles a second. This woman literally had no filter. Lily looked like she understood and she immediately turned shades of pink.

“I mean I wanna watch you kill someone.”

“That's so disturbing.” You had no idea how someone could have this weird wish, Did people really have it in them to watch someone die? If your profession or Bangtans security did not demand it, You wouldn't have.

“What?” she looked at you with innocent eyes and if you didn't know better no one could say that she wanted to watch you kill someone.

“How can you have a literal wish of watching someone die?”

“Why can't I have that? It's not the first time I would be watching that. You must look seriously sexy when you would have a gun over someone, Towering tall on them?” Your eyes widened at the graphic description, Was this woman for real?

“Oh god Lily.”

She laughed out loud at your reaction, Coming over to place a hand over your shoulders. This woman was literally the example of weird, No matter how hard you tried Lily’s behaviour didn't make sense to you. How could she behave like she was eternally in love with you? Her skinship, Her efforts, Her flirting left only one question- Why?

The opening of the door to your warehouse snatched your attention from the female tornado, You saw Hoseok walking over to you and Lily, She squealed and leapt in Hoseok's arms while he laughed at her antics and twirled her in his arms.

“Baby you ready to go?” Lily nodded and kissed his cheek. He put her down and got busy with his phone. Your eyes widened at his strange behaviour. He did not spare you a glance. Not one.

Lily quickly kissed your cheek and gave you a side hug and skipped away, Hobi caught her by the waist and walked away. Not a look, Not a formal hi, Not an acknowledgement of your presence, Not a word.

That shit hurts.

Fucking hurt….

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Another week rolled by and Ivanov took his leave and departed Seoul and you took a partial breath of relief, There was no movement in the underground market for any shooters, snipers or any assassins. Things were cold for now, And your blood pressure started returning to normal. Though the ignorant behaviour of hoseok still hurts.

“How do we do this?”

“We will get it laundered, Isn't that what we do every damn time. Why are you looking like this for the first time?” You didn't know what had gotten Jeh so confused, Black money was a never ending source.

“Black Jack went underground. And right now I don't know if I can trust anyone. Things are pretty heated right now.”

“Fuck that skipped my mind.” See now this was a problem, Black Jack was a casino owned by Kang Ga-eul and Kang Dari. The brothers casino was a hotspot for money laundering in seoul, The casino had a big front of a grand casino and there were strict protocols for getting in.

The Kang brothers went underground after a deal went wrong and their entire family was threatened. The casinos and the laundering could wait. And now you were in a fix.

“What do we do now. We can't sit around with billions in hard cash. This has to go be transacted,”

“I know a reliable source.”

“What? Who is this source and how the hell do I not know about this?”

“You know, You're just too chicken shit to talk to them.” Your mind went in circles at the mentions of the said reliable sources which you were too chicken shit for- Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung.

Jimin and Taehyung owned a strip club in Hongdae, One of the hottest. But again that was a cover for the transactions that had no fixed origin. They were your only route now considering your reliable source had been off limits.

“You're their girlfriend, I'm sure they will offer a special discount.”

“God enough with this mother fucking gilfriend shit.” you almost yelled and Jeh flinched, He was surprised at your reaction. Yelling on him was unlikely, and yelling because you were called Bangtans girlfriend was even unlikelier.

“Dj babe all okay?”

“Yeah, just a little stressed.” Jeh looked at you with an unsure doubt, But he knew when not to push it and you were thankful for it.

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“So how much is it?” Jimin lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke right in your face and you broke out in a cough, Jeh frowned at this unusual behaviour and you clutched his hand under the table to avoid any scene.

“Seven Billion now and Ten later.”

“So we charge twenty two percent on the entire amount and it will be deducted from the seven.” You choked on air hearing taehyung speak and for a second you doubted your decision to come here, It was almost double. Jeh tried to speak and you clutched his hand again. You didn't want any scene here, You knew Jeh the guy couldn't stand such absurd things. Jimin and Taehyung charging you almost double was absurd as hell.

“And here I thought we would get a family discount.” Jeh ended up saying that a little louder than he intended and both of them heard it clearly.

“She's in no way our family.” Those six words stung a little bit more than they should have, You never expected them to be a family to you too, You had just one family and he was sitting right next to you.

“I know.” You said quietly but Jeh looked like he was ready to fight and you almost dragged him down.

“Do it. If you need the charges paid in advance then I can have that arranged as well.” Jeh looked at you sternly but you refused to give them any kind of reaction, Jimin’s eyes widened at your affirmation but agreed nevertheless.

You shook hands with them and left, While Jeh had a million questions in his mind he chose to stay silent and you were grateful for that. You didn't know what was wrong, Why were they behaving this way? This was absurd.

You never wanted to be a part of this, You were already ready to let this lily-forced relationship to die a slow death, You never forced yourself on them. Then why were you put through this hell?

“You wanna talk about it sweetheart?” Jehs voice interrupted your thoughts and the road looked a lot more interesting, You nodded your head in a no and he kept quiet.

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The money was loaded in the trunk of the police van, Which you used specifically for this transport. No one would dare stop a police vehicle and you wouldn't have to spend money to free money.

As long as the pockets in the government were filled there wasnt anybody brave to question you, But again loose ends. You hated those and you made sure you didn't have any.

“Are you sure about this? Twenty two is a higher percentage you know?”

“I'm sure, Just get it over with.”

Jeh took the money and you went back to the warehouse to get your frustration off your head. You loaded the bullets and fired them one by one, Pretending to unload the hurricane in your head. It gave you a momentary satisfaction. But that was about it.

__________________________________________________________________________

It was exactly a month after that doom hit you.

It was the head of the Circle’s son’s birthday and unfortunately you were invited. You groaned as you flipped the invitation on the floor. Jeh laughed at your antics. He knew how much you hated these stupid parties and unfortunately the circle didnt seem to run out of them.

You rummaged through your gowns to find something to wear for the party and you realised you were literally out of everything nice, You decided to make a last minute trip to the Dior store to find something appropriate.

The hell was unleashed when you chose a dress and started walking towards the trial room, The assistant walked behind you with the dress and you were about to enter the room, the reason for half the misery in your life and Namjoon walked out.

Your face went up in shades of pink as you saw the state they were in, Lily flushed and The Kim Namjoon, Literally head of the biggest syndicates in seoul looked like shit, hair dishevelled, fly open. Wow! The assistant quickly excused herself and the dumb woman ran way with your dress in her hand. Great. Now you were stuck with the rabbits.

“Umm Hi Dj.” Lily greeted you in a tone that was much lower than her usual cheerful self and you cleared your throat awkwardly, How were you supposed to talk to people who looked awkward as fuck because they were having sex in a public place?

You mumbled a quiet Hi and started looking behind you to see if you spot the dumb woman who took your dress along with her, Lily started talking and while she was at it, you noticed that Namjoon didnt even spare you a glance. He was literally pretending that you weren't there.

The assistant walked in and you snatched your dress from her and made a beeline to the trial room. Lily quickly yelled a goodbye and you were never more thankful to the fading footsteps.

The dress looked good on you and the assistant immediately got to work with the fittings. You sipped on the champagne and mindlessly scrolled through the magazines placed on the lounge table to motivate people to empty their wallets.

“Are you coming to the party tonight?”

“Jesus Christ Lily.” Lily chuckled at your reaction and you sighed in irritation, This woman somehow had a talent for appearing out of nowhere.

“You coming right?” She waved her freshly manicured nail at you, You just plainly nodded and she frowned.

“Yeah, Obviously I am. That's exactly why I came here to pick a dress.” Lily visibly breathed a sigh of relief and you weren't sure why, What kick did this woman get out of this?

Namjoon chose the exact moment to enter, busy on his phone. Lily took a look at him and smirked. He took a seat near him and he put an arm around her. He didn't as usual spare a glance and you

“Sorry for earlier.” She apologised sheepishly and you looked up to her in confusion, unsure of what exactly she was apologising for.

“You two should try it sometime.” You spat the champagne out in horror and Namjoon didn't look any better. You both yelled her name at the same time and she burst out laughing.

“DJ dont act like you didnt have sex before and Joonie dont act as if you werent balls deep in me a few minutes ago.” That's it, You were ready to combust, This woman was batsht crazy, She literally had no filter and you were somehow on the receiving end always, Namjoon literally ran away and you hurried off to find the stylist, Lily can go straight to hell.

“What's wrong with you?” Lily pulled your arm and you were seconds away from biting her head off.

“What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? Why are you hell bent on embarrassing me in front of your boyfriends?”

“My Boyfriend? Excuse me, they are not just mine, they're ours. You are as much theirs as me” Lily looked angry and you were no better, She had been pushing incessantly and somehow it was going down the wrong lane.

“Lily..”

“Dont Lily me DJ, They Are ours. OURS. Get that straight in your head. And I'm not letting you lose out on the people you love.”

“I can't believe you Lily, Didn't you see? Namjoon did not spare me a glance. Not even one. You wanna know neither have the others.” You couldn't bear to have this conversation anymore, Before she could make anymore comments or make any outrageous jokes or unfiltered nonsense you walked out.

Lily was taken aback by your confession, When did it come to this? Wasnt she trying hard enough? This wasnt how she wanted things to go. She desperately needed you and the boys to get together and she was going to make sure of it.

She was going to make sure they spared every glance they had towards you, And she knew exactly what to do.

You got ready for the party half dead with mental exhaustion. As you applied the last touches of your makeup, The conversation you had with Lily had not left your mind and it was strange enough that she was even more hell bent on fighting for your love.

Jeh whistled when he saw you, You smiled half heartedly at him and he wore one of his serious frowns.

“For someone who is looking as gorgeous as you, You should smile more often.”

“You need to tone down your compliments, Jeh.”

“Ewww no i have a gorgeous woman for my best friend, The Bangtan men are gonna be swept right off their feet tonight.”

The name Bangtan boys gave you goosebumps and not the good ones.

“Let's go?”

“After you mademoiselle.” You laughed at his fake french accent and he held your hand to help you get inside the car.

The party wasnt as interesting as the company you had, Lily!

She refused to leave your side and kept apologising for making you awkward, She was nice most of the times, And dare say well behaved. Lily kept introducing you to the people she called friends, and you kept smiling until your cheeks hurt. All the pain was gone the minute the boys entered the room. Seven Greek gods, dressed in all black and your heart beat spiked for a second. They looked straight out of a movie and your mouth had been wide open the minute they set foot in there.

“You're drooling.” Two voices spoke on either of your sides and you were quick to modify your reaction.

“No I am not.”

“Yeah tell that to the heart eyes you keep giving them.” Jeh and Lily hi-fies each other right in your face and you slapped their hands away. Namjoon glanced in your direction since Lily was standing right next to you, And just like the hells hated you, All of them One by One came upto your side, Kissed Lily and didn't even look at you.

They were all pretending to ignore you, when they were right next to you shoving their tongue down Lily's throat. You could feel Jeh’s awkward expression on your face, You were burning in some unknown embarrassment. See now you didnt expect their tongues to play with yours, But a little courteous greeting would have been nicer.

You excused yourself and Jeh followed you.

“What the fuck is wrong with them? And what are you not telling me?”

“I don't know what is wrong with them.”

“DJ are you okay?”

“Maybe I am, Maybe i am not. Can we get home please.” And you left as soon as you came, While Lily ended up giving the Bangtan the biggest shock she did so far.

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An unsaid sadness crept over you that night when you slept that night. You tried to recollect every interaction you had with the seven of them and yet you couldn't think of a time when you had offended them.

The ignoring was honestly getting on your nerves and you weren't at all prepared for this and neither were you prepared for the morning next.

You woke up with a start when you heard loud voices down stairs, Your sleepy self assumed the voices to be of your best friend and your staff bickering about something, You literally didn't sleep a wink again and you were ready to rain hellfire on those who were going to interrupt your sleep. You lazily got off your bed and collected all the pillows and walked towards the door of the room.

“I did not sleep a wink Jeh, Out before I blew your skull.” You rained the pillows from the railing, Eyes still closed and walked back to your room. Good the house had gone silent again. You pulled the covers over your head and tried to fall back to sleep when you heard knocks on your door.

You knew Jeh would eventually come up to wake you up, So you had locked it behind you. The knocks didn't stop even after five minutes and you groaned in irritation. You had enough.

“Jeh what's wrong with you you bastard—

You did not finish the sentence, The seven men of Bangtan were standing right outside your door, No sign of Jeh. You blinked your eyes agin and rubbed them a little rougher to see clearly, Yeah they were still here sporting bewildered expressions on their faces.

“What? Wait What are all of you doing here?”

“We need to talk to the DJ, Now.” Namjoon spoke up and you backed a little to allow space for the seven of them to come in. You had a feeling you needed to sit down for this conversation.

“I did nothing, Again.”

“Move in with us.” You choked on air as you heard what Jin said and you literally pinched yourself to make sure you weren't hearing things. Did these men ask you to move in with them?

“Lily left the house last night and she won't come back until you come and stay with us. So please move in with us?” Hoseok added.

You fiddled with the hem of your night dress, while the men continued convincing you, this made no sense. Literally did not.

“Dj Please. Do this for us.” You recognised the request in Namjoons words and like the fool you already were, you obliged. The guys muttered thank gods and filed out of the room one by one leaving a puzzling you behind.

They didn't utter a word after you said yes and just left without thanking you or saying anything else. You definitely were the fool here.

This moment right here made you wish for a handbook that came along with the men you loved the most. They were hurting you, And you were okay with that. You were definitely messed up.

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“You're doing what?”

“I said I'm moving in with them.” Jeh moved away from the table and took long strides towards you. You made a little space for him but instead he kept standing there gawking at you in bewilderment.

“Are you sure?”

“Maybe I don't know. Well see, If i am moving doesn't happen until two days later. It's Yoongi’s birthday today. They're having a party. We've been invited” You pushed the invitation card that you had found on your coffee table later when you had come down, You didn't know what you were going to do with it, Considering the weird tension that ran between Bangtan and You.

“Lily called me too. She begged for us to come.”

“Miss Mr.Min is here.” Your staff announced the arrival of Yoongi and you stiffened while Jeh looked at you curiously. What was he here for again?

Yoongi had come alone, And he looked nervous as hell as he kept looking everywhere except you. Jeh looked between the two of you, Mentally debating if he should leave you alone or not.

“I don't want you to come to the party.” His words shot straight to your heart, And tears threatened to spill. Jeh shifted uncomfortably in his seat and you looked at Yoongi. His expression was stoic, no Emotions and no guilt.

“Okay.” You stated plainly, It was his birthday, It was up to him. Who he wanted to invite and uninvite was up to him.

Yoongi got up from his seat and bid Jeh an awkward goodbye, Jeh kept glaring at him.

“Yoongi Ssi.”

“Yeah?”

“Happy Birthday.”

Yoongi didn't respond and walked straight away, You sat down in defeat and Jeh his arms around you and you put your head on his shoulders. That was your painkiller when the world was being shitty.

You didn't know what went wrong with the seven boys, What had you done to offend them but whatever that was you didn't have it in you to find out. You had already done enough by not doing anything.

If Only you knew, It was all about to change.

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“DJ” Jeh came yelling like his life depended on it, And you rushed out of your room to see if he was okay.

“What's wrong Jeh?” You rushed down the stairs to a panting Jeh, who struggled to catch his breath.

“There's a movement, The Cars of bangtan have been detonated. All four of them.” Jehs voice broke you out in a cold sweat, All of the cars detonated? There was nothing going on so far, You had kept tight tabs, you had absolutely no idea where this had come from.

“I'll dial them.” You rushed to take your phone but Jeh stopped you.

“I tried, No one picked up. They are still at Hongdae though the lakeside villa. We don't have much time, It's midnight already. And if I'm not wrong they're going to go up in flames when they start those cars.”

You drove like a crazy woman on the streets of Seoul, You had one mission i mind to stop them from entering their own vehicles, You did not have a bomb squad, But the cars could be pushed into the lake minimising the danger as much as possible. You had sent Jeh to get your men to the spot while you could just inform them of the danger firsthand.

You arrived near the villa, You literally jumped out of the car to see the cars of bangtan parked right near the high rise of the lake, God bless the person who created the slope on it.

You got down to one of the cars and turned on your torch light, There were no bombs, no wired loose or no newly added material, they looked perfectly normal. You got out under the car in confusion, What fresh hell of a joke was this?

You checked the rest of the cars similarly but didn't find anything out of the ordinary, This was literally a sick Joke. But there were only a few people who could dare to prank you. But before you could say anything, You heard a noise behind you. You turned behind to see a very mad yoongi walking towards you.

“You bloody muddled up our cars?” His yell was crystal clear even if he was a little far from you.

“No i–”You didnt get to finish the sentence, A red laser sting light caught your attention that was pointed directly behind Yoongi who was still a metre away from you, A black shadow moved behind him and you pulled out your gun aiming straight to the source of the red light.

“You motherfucking bitch i knew it..” Yoongi snarled as soon as he saw the gun in your hand pointing towards him. Without wasting any further time, You pulled the trigger, But you weren't the only one who pulled it.

Pain shot through your abdomen as Yoongi shot you, While a yell was heard right behind him. Your bullet had hit the person who was trying to shoot Yoongi, While Yoongi had ended up firing at you, thinking you were trying to kill him.

You fell to the ground, while the color drained off Yoongi’s face as he realized what had happened. He rushed to your side, holding your half limp body by his chest.

“Dj i am so sorry, so so sorry.” He kept shouting for help, Sorry was the last word you heard before you felt consciousness leave you.

There was no better way to die than in the arms of the man you loved.

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movingandnolongeractivehere · 3 years

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Hi if you don't mind can i request suna, bokuto and kuroo finding out their s/o works at a maid cafe 🥺

imma do this in bulleted form

suna rintarou

so this sleepyhead was out with the miya twins (2nd year squad brr brr)

he sorta knew that your worked part time at some place but then he never bothered asking where??? but like he knows you have a part time job

and then the one and only miya atsumu wanted to eat out and then suggested this place that suna has never been too

suna actually didn’t want to come because he didn’t trust atsumu’s taste in food,,, thinks its gonna be another shitty ass place or something

so atsumu (with a little help from osamu) dragged him out to hang out with him

so they go to the place you work

you weren’t supposed to serve them, because you had to tend to another table

but then when osamu looked up he saw you serving drinks on the table a bit far to the left and he called you and you turned to them

and then you and suna made eye contact and this mf really gaped

like he was 😯 😦 😧 😳

you had never seen him so freaking flustered in his life ever

you know you’re gonna talk about this later but for the time meantime you had work you just decided to be the one to take their order

miya twins just going 🤭 these mfs just looking at you and suna’s interaction with the most teasing look and their eyes just 👀

suna just looking at what your wearing and he just stutters his order out,,, but in his head he’s like: ksisISNsjjskaJKnsjs 😵 adorable, illegal, bad for my heart ! ! ! ! !

you sorta read through his calm facade and knew he was freaking out inside so being a cheeky little shit you decided to do your trademark line in the maid costume you’re in

“I’ll be back with you order, Master” you purred with a wink

and that’s the story of how suna died with a fucking heart, attack rip rintarou, you will be missed

guess who’s gonna have a long talk later? 😉

bokuto kotarou

okay so this guy

first off, you REALLY did tell him you worked at a maid cafe

but this big baby just thought you said it as a joke and he was like “haha nice one babe” and just randomly forgot about it

and now

he was hungry and they were walking home from practice

and he was rambling to akaashi how he was super hungry and could possibly die because of his hunger

and akaashi just pointed at a random cafe they’ve never been to before and bokuto was too hungry to care that he just went in

he immediately noticed the ambience of the place, nice cozy and the workers were all dressed in maid costumes

he really didn’t mind, in fact he liked the place but as soon as he heard your familiar voice he paused

and when he turned to you he was 😱 because god did you look so cute in that little dress with all the frills and ruffles and even the headband

“why didn’t you tell me you were going to stop by?” you asked all smiley and bokuto just standing there like 😃 because he did not know your worked here in the first place (he just forgot you told him, really)

akaashi greeted you politely as usual but bokuto still just stood there and looked at you

akaashi’s mind was like “is it really possible for bokuto san to shut up for the first time?”

bokuto’s cheeks were flushed and he was literally the ☺️ emoji the whole time you talked to him and he just looked at you like that

“go on, bo, order anything you want, it’s on me!!” you urged and he swore he fell inlove even more because sksjsjsjsj free food and lovely s/o dressed in a maid costume is the perfect combination!!!

you better believe he waited for you until your shift is over just so he could talk to you more about your job

kuroo tetsurou

he found out through kenma and thats that

its not like you wanted to hide your job from him but it just never occured to your mind to tell him and he never asked

but he also sorta knew you had a part time job

and then one day kenma actually went to the cafe you work at and saw you

kenma was pretty chill about it and then during the weekend when kuroo was at kenma’s house because you went to work kenma told him about it absentmindedly

“oh, i got some nice fox cookies from this maid cafe y/n worked at” kenma told kuroo while he was absorbed with his game

and kuroo’s neck literally snapped to kenma’s direction that it scared the shit out of him “dID YOU JUST SAY MAID CAFE?”

and kenma was like??? was he not supposed to know???

pudding head was lowkey scared that he might’ve ruined your relationship but he kept his cool

and kuroo literally dragged his ass out to town to tell him where you worked at because kskssl

he wasn’t mad, not at all infact he was excited and ecstatic as fuck because what??? who knew you worked at a maid cafe?? that’s cute as fuck

kuroo lowkey getting hyped and flustered just imagining you wearing that cute maid costume

at first he tried to be sneaky and lurk around the corner so you wouldn’t know that he was around

but gurllll,,, you had super instincts and you could immediately tell that your boyfriend was around

as soon as you eyed a relatively suspicious table, you head for it and immediately noticed kuroo trying to hide himself in a menu card but kenma wasn’t even trying to conceal himself

“kuroo what are you doing?”

he sorta flinched and cue kenma silently walking away from the table to avoid what could happen next

he slowly looked up to you and dear lord his heart almost bounced out of their rib cages because you looked absolutely adorable in the maid costume he could die from it

you were crossing your arms at him and smiling at the same time, with one of your eyebrows raised and he was like,,, mmhhmm that’s lowkey hot,,, 🥵

“why didn’t you tell me you worked here??”

you told him you’ve worked here for a long time but just didn’t tell him because you thought it wasn’t a big deal

and he was like “WDYM IT ISN’t A BIG DEAL YOU LOOK SO CUTE I NEED TO COME HERE MORE OFTEN AFTER PRACTICE NOW”

safe to say that he bought you another set of maid costume to wear when you’re at home all for his own personal gain

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cactusnymph · 3 years

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Prompt fill #11 for @dimension20alphabet:

Kitten / King / Kiss

With the help of Ayda, Gorgug has made a checklist about his feelings and how to approach them. Ayda is very good at making organized lists and she understands his difficulty to talk to people about feelings. Plus, she was endearingly delighted and moved when Gorgug asked her for help.

“I shall do my best to help you with your romantic endeavors!”, she had said seriously with one hand on his shoulder. “It is an honor to be of assistance to the greatest wizard of our age.”

Gorgug doesn’t feel like much of a great wizard at the moment as he’s staring down at his list.

1) Talk to Zelda about polyamory √

2) Read Jawbone’s book √

3) Talk to friends about Ragh √

4) Talk to Ragh

The first draft had many more steps in between that had stressed Gorgug out, so Ayda helped him narrow it down to the four most essential steps. So far, Gorgug feels pretty good about his progress.

He spent a whole day with Zelda up in the Thistlespring tree with just the occasional pee and snack break. Yet again Zelda turned out to be an amazing girlfriend—listening without judging, patiently waiting until Gorgug found his words. He had been so nervous the whole time leading up to this talk and in the end it was one of the best days he spent with Zelda.

Gorgug adds a small step in between his first and second step—which is to thank his parents to teach him that talking about feelings isn’t embarrassing or shameful. They both immediately start crying of course and Gorgug feels awkward, but they hug him and tell him they love him and he feels like he should thank them more often for being so full of love and support for everything he does.

All his friends were just as supportive.

Sometimes Gorgug feels a little overwhelmed by all the love he receives. After entering High School he suddenly had two sets of parents, a group of friends and a girlfriend for the very first time. Overall he feels like his life is going pretty well, considering the fact that he regularly gets into mortal danger as an adventuring student at Aguefort.

Something Gorgug has taken note of is that most of his friends were under the impression that Ragh likes Gorgug back. Even Adaine, who usually just rolls her eyes about all of this relationship stuff, thinks that Ragh “is into” Gorgug.

The only person who didn’t comment was Riz.

“I don’t even know if my own friends like me most of the time, dude, I wish I could read people better.”

That had ended in a big tirade about how much everyone loved and appreciated Riz.

Gorgug loves all of them so very much.

And he feels like the more people he loves, the bigger his love gets.

It’s the same with Zelda and Ragh.

The fact that he likes Ragh hasn’t diminished his feelings for Zelda at all—if anything, he likes her even more now. And he feels like there is still more love he has to give.

So right now, holding his list in his hand, he’s standing in front of Mordred Manor, trying to work up the courage to talk to Ragh. Unfortunately his plans are being thwarted by something Gorgug didn’t expect.

Ragh is in the garden—as he often is—but he’s not alone.

There is a small, black kitten sitting in his lap and Ragh is very obviously talking to it while feeding it some snacks.

Gorgug feels like his heart might explode from seeing Ragh—big, burly, buff Ragh—with this tiny ball of fur. He doesn’t want to interrupt, but at the same time he wants to run across the lawn, grab Ragh and kiss him again. This time with a little more feeling than he did at prom last year.

Finally he works up the courage to enter the garden and walk towards Ragh and his new friend.

“—amazing, dude. You’re going to be the best cat ever. You’re already the best kitten, man!”

Gorgug thinks he might pass out because it’s so cute.

Why is this happening.

“Oh hey, Gorgug, brother, what’s up?”, Ragh says with a smile as he notices Gorgug and Gorgug’s feet carry him over to Ragh until he’s right in front of him and sits down cross-legged, gently holding out one big finger to the kitten. The kitten sniffs his finger full of interest and starts nibbling on it.

“Hey”, he says softly. “Who are you?”

“This is King, I found him this morning. Someone left him in a box, dude. Can you imagine? I mean, look at this little furball. Who would just leave him?”

“I don’t know. But I guess he has a nice home now?”, Gorgug says and watches as Ragh lifts the kitten up and holds it up to Gorgug’s face.

“Yes, dude, Imma be the best kitten dad ever. I already talked to my mom and Jawbone and we’ll get a litter box and some toys and everything later! Man, I’m so pumped for this little man!”

Gorgug looks at Ragh’s happy face and he thinks about how far Ragh has come—and how far they have come and he feels his heart expand in his chest.

He had everything planned out.

Knew everything he had wanted to say.

But now all the words are gone as he watches Ragh beam down at this tiny living thing in his big, big hands.

“Hey Ragh”, Gorgug says quietly.

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

There is a beat of silence as the smile on Ragh’s face falters for a second as he looks up, confused.

“Uh—“, he starts and his face is suddenly turning a dark green color. Gorgug is not sure if that’s a good or a bad sign. He raises his hands hastily.

“Um—I. Okay, this is going all wrong, I wanted—um. I wanted to talk to you actually? But you are very cute with this kitten and. And it’s really hard to concentrate. Um—“

“But—uh. Zelda?”, Ragh says and blinks at him sheepishly and Gorgug feels a rush of relief. Maybe Ragh isn’t freaked out about the whole kissing idea in general, just about Gorgug kissing him while he’s with Zelda.

“I—um. I talked to Zelda. About this. And to Jawbone. Because, I... I like both—both of you? Like, you know? How Jawbone is poly? Like that. And Zelda said she wishes me luck and um—and she made me a little good luck charm before I came here and everything.”

Ragh stares at him as if his brain has frozen over and he’s having a hard time processing any of the things Gorgug said. Gorgug is nervously fidgeting with his shoelaces and his eyes flicker from Ragh’s face down to the kitten and back.

Then, suddenly, there’s movement and Gorgug needs a second to realize that Ragh has surged forward to grab Gorgug’s face with both of his hands, leaving the kitten sitting in his lap as he presses his lips against Gorgug’s mouth.

Gorgug makes a gurgling sound before his eyes fall shut and he gently puts his hands on either side of Ragh’s neck.

Oh, he thinks. This is so different. But just as nice.

“Fuck yeah, Gorgug! You go!”, Fig’s voice shouts from above.

“Way to go, Ragh!”, Kristen screams.

Multiple cheers go up behind them and as Ragh and Gorgug separate and turn around almost all of Morded Manor’s inhabitants are lurking at different, opened windows.

“I’m happy for you, sweetheart!”, Lydia shouts from one of the windows and Ragh grins sheepishly, the green blush on his cheeks darkening.

“Maybe we can—uh—go somewhere else?”, Gorgug says, embarrassed and happy at the same time.

“Yeah, sure, man. Uh—is it cool if I bring King?”

“Yeah. I don’t think he’ll holler at us.”

Ragh laughs, beams at him and pumps one of his fists into the air.

“Man. This is the best day ever. Berserker Babes, fuck yeah!”

#gorgug thistlespring #ragh barkrock #zelda donovan #fantasy high #fanfiction #dimension 20 #d20alphabet21 #mi writes #fuck yeah i managed a second one

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songficsbyrissi · 4 years

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Let Em’ Know (part 4)

Previously on Let Em’Know......(click here for part 3)

Through her paralyzing fear, the woman was confused and gulped loudly. “M-may I ask why what?”

Erik cocked his gun, placing it underneath the woman’s chin and chuckled darkly. “You’ll see why they call me Killmonger.”

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This nigga had you fucked all the way up. The audacity of him doing this shit when he fucking knew better. You highkey wanted to punch him dead in his shit.

That fucking liar.

Stephanie observed you as you continued to fold panties angrily and raised an eyebrow.

“You ok, girl?” She asked in her blaccent and you sighed deeply, looking straight ahead.

“I’m fine, Stephanie.” You looked back down and heard someone walk into the store. “Why don’t you go tend to the customer?”

“Mhmmmm I will gladly tend to him.” Stephanie walked away and you shook your head, just wondering why does your manager keep fucking with you by always putting you to work with her. It’s like she was begging you to clock her shit.

“Hey princess.”

You glanced up to see the nigga that got you pissed the fuck off.

“Go away, Erik. I’m fucking pissed at you.” You huffed moving to the rack of clothes and he followed you, of course.

“What did I do?” Erik was genuinely puzzled at your anger towards him. You turned around to look at him.

“You fucking lied to me. That’s what!”

Erik’s heart began to pound furiously against his chest. How the fuck did you know? Shit he was caught and he was going to lose you.

“Y/N, I can explain...” he cleared his throat.

You folded your arms, kinking an eyebrow. “Yes please explain to me what the fuck was so important you couldn’t text me when you got home!”

Record scratch. That’s what you’re so mad at him? Erik thought he was caught. He hid the relief on his face and began to chuckle.

“Princess, a nigga got in the crib and knocked out. My bad. You know how it be like that.” He grinned in realization. “Aww you were worried about your man?”

You sucked your teeth as his arm wrapped around your neck. “No I wasn’t.” “So you admit I’m your man?”

You sucked your teeth hard. “No.”

“Took too long to answer, Princess.”

You turned on your heel to head to the back when he grabbed your wrist, caressing it with his thumb by rubbing circles which you didn’t wanna admit, made you tingly inside.

“Lemme take you out on a date.” Erik told you softly then narrowed his eyes. “And I mean an actual date. Just you and me. Not your dumbass friends tagging along.”

“Erik!” You freed your hand from his grasp and put it on your hip.

“Don’t get me wrong! I fuck with your friends. They’re good ass people but those niggas are dumb as hell.”

“You right.” You mumbled looking away then picked your head up, snapping your fingers. “But they’re my dumbasses!”

Erik continued to stare at you, waiting for his answer. You sighed deeply trying to avoid the heat in your cheeks.

“Fine. Friday night. Pick me up at 7.”

Erik grinned kissing your forehead. “Aight bet.” He went on his merry way and you called after him.

“Don’t make me regret it, Stevens!”

Erik turned to face you while still walking away from the store. “You won’t! And you know you won’t!”

You shook your head, fighting back a smile. You hated to admit it but he was fucking right. You were looking forward to this date and you knew you would have an amazing time. You spent your shift thinking about Erik and what to wear on this date.

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Erik pulled up to the abandoned warehouse which was his place of business. Exiting his vehicle, he greeted the men posted up in the front and entered looking for his beloved cousin. When he found her on her laptop sitting next to Klaue, he marched in front of her and slammed her laptop close.

“Yo what the hell?!” Soraya looked up at her cousin with furious eyes. “Why the fuck did you do that, Erik?! I was in the middle of something!”

“I don’t give a fuck!” Erik hissed getting in her face. “What I do give a fuck about is my girl and imma need for you to leave her the fuck alone. I’m not playing with you, Soraya.”

Her brows drew together in confusion as Erik sat back. “Erik, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m not stupid, So. You think I ain’t peep that fucking black Volvo lurking around my girl’s house? That was you and you need to cut the shit.”

Soraya scoffed, getting in his face. “First of all, bitch, I’m not the only one in this damn city that drives a fucking Volvo, aight and second, you think I give a fuck about your love life? I DON’T.”

Erik sucked his teeth loudly and stood up straight. “Whatever. Just stop that shit.”

“Killmonger, she’s got a point. There’s many black Volvo’s in this goddamn city. Could be anyone. Could be an enemy. Could be your girlfriend’s neighbor. All I know is.....” Klaue stood up from his chair and walked up to Erik, coming face to face with a serious expression. “You better stay focused or I’ll get someone else do your job. Got that?”

“You can’t kick me out of this shit, man. I’m the best.”

Klaue leaned in. “Watch me.”

With that last remark, Klaue walked out of the warehouse doors and Erik sucked his teeth for the millionth time today and faced his cousin. She was smirking in amusement.

“You’re Klaue’s bitch. Never thought I would see Killmonger as the white man’s bitch!”

“Soraya, shut the fuck up. His pasty ass is bluffing. Motherfucker knows he needs me.” Erik scoffed then crossed his arms, beginning to laugh. “And you really gonna sit here and talk about the White man when your daddy is one? If anything, your moms is one.”

She ceased her laughing fit and rolled her eyes. “First of all, I don’t claim my white side and you know that. Second of all, that’s your aunt, stupid.”

“I’m aware. That’s how a family tree works, stupid.”

“Anyways, I found another house that needs a repo job. We gotta hit that shit Friday night. We can’t go too late because the family-“

Erik put his hand up to stop his cousin’s talking. “Let me save you some time. I won’t be able to hit this lick. Y’all gonna have to do this one without me?”

“Why nigga?”

“None of your damn business. That’s why.”

Realization dawned on her face and she folded her arms, scoffing out of annoyance. “I know what it is. Your girl. Erik, you can’t be seriously neglecting your fucking job for some girl!”

“She ain’t some girl, SoSo. She’s my girl. I would quit all this shit right now for her but I’m not. I’m just taking a day off. Now get off my fucking back, aight? You keep forgetting I’m the boss here.”

Soraya let out a sardonic laugh. “Really? Answer this for me, Erik: if your girl found out this shit right here is how you make your living, would she still be fucking with you? If she found out all the dates and gifts you giving her was possible because of you being involved in this shit, will she ride for you?”

Erik just stared at his cousin with his nostrils flaring, his jaw clenched, and his fist closed tight by his side. He honestly didn’t know how to answer that question and it really pissed him off.

Soraya’s tough demeanor softened and she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Erik, I’m just looking out for you. I see you just completely disregarding the mission and I just wanna make sure this broad is worth the distraction. That’s all. I just need you to be careful.”

Erik turned his chin, looking at her through narrowed eyes.

“And when am I not?”

********************

Friday finally came and to say you were just a mess was an understatement. You couldn’t find anything to wear and Erik refused to tell you where y’all were going so you can have an idea. It was beyond frustrating.

“Fuck it! I’m just gonna go naked!” You declared as you flung yourself on your bed dramatically. Neriah, who was already sitting there, snickered.

“Yeah do that. Erik’s ass would LOVE that.”

You glared up at her. “You’re not helping.” You turned your glare to Rayvon who was playing Candy Crush on his phone at your desk. “You too, Ray Ray!”

He sucked his teeth, sparing you a glance. “Girl, I’m a nigga. I don’t even know why I’m here.” You stood up walking towards him.

“Because....” You snatched the phone from his hands. “I need a nigga’s point of view.”

Rayvon gestured towards your other friend. “Neriah eats pussy and plays basketball. That’s enough of a nigga for you!”

She got off the bed and tied up her straight black hair. “Boy, I will fuck you up!”

“Can y’all stop?! Please?! I just want to look good for Erik but be appropriate for whatever the hell we’re doing! If you ain’t gonna help me, get the fuck out!” After yelling at your two best friends, there was a silence upon the room. You looked between the two of them as it seemed like they were deep in the thought.

Then Rayvon spoke up.

“I got it. Booty shorts and a tank top.”

You shook your head vigorously, pushing both of them towards the bedroom door.

“No. Get out. Just get out.”

“What you mean? That was helpful! You wanted a nigga’s point of view!”

Neriah began to protest as well. “What? I didn’t even do anything!”

“Nope! Bye! I’ll call you when I get back!”

Even though they kept protesting, you continued to push them out until they were outside of your room and you slammed the door shut, locking it. You loved your friends. You really do but Erik was right. Those niggas were dumb as hell. You finally found a red button down sundress and wore it with a light blue jean jacket. You wore black strappy sandals, showing off your pedicure of white toes. You styled your box braids in a high bun and stared at yourself in the mirror. Hopefully, this outfit was good for whatever Erik had planned.

You heard the doorbell from downstairs. You were home alone due to your parents and your little brother going out of state. You would’ve went with them but you had to work as much as you can before you went back to school. You went to answer the door and on the other side was Erik dressed in a red shirt, light blue jean jacket, black jeans and matching black Jordan’s. You eyed him up and down and he did the same with you.

“So I’m guessing you were watching me dress through my window or some shit because I’m not understanding why the hell are you copying me?” You raised an eyebrow, jokingly.

Erik chuckled showing off his gold fangs as you locked the front door behind you and walked with him towards his car. “Princess, please. You knew I was wearing this and wanted to match your man’s fly. I ain’t mad at you though. It’s cute. Second best fit you could wear.”

“What’s the first?” You asked as he opened the passenger door for you and you got in.

“Ahh the first would be some booty shorts and a tank top.” He stared off into space for a bit and looked back at you who stared at him through squinted eyes.

“What?”

“Either you’re fucking with me or y’all niggas are all the same. Ray told me the same thing.”

Erik blew air out of his mouth, shaking his head. “Damn the one time that nigga says something smart, you don’t listen to him.”

“Shut up and drive.”

The ride to the secret destination was filled with talking and trap music playing in the background. You didn’t know why but you felt a sense of deja vu. Your eyes were glued to your phone when the sight of bright lights caught your attention. You looked up and your eyes dropped. He brought you to the annual city fair. Now you know why everything felt so familiar.

“We came here on our first date.” You breathed still staring at the light and amusement rides before you.

“I’m glad you remembered, ma. I was scared you didn’t.” Erik replied lowly as he put the car in park.

You glanced at him giving him a wide smile. “Of course I remembered. We went again the next after that too. I haven’t been here since........” your wide smile dropped. You didn’t want to say it.

“Since....?” Erik urges taking your hand and forcing you to make eye contact with him. You obliged with a huge sigh.

“Since you told me you were leaving and we broke up.” You whispered and you could feel Erik’s rising disappointment in himself. “I remember it like it was yesterday. We came to this fair and we were having a good time. Well at least I was. You seemed distracted the whole night. It was bugging me and scaring me. I didn’t know what was up with you. I was terrified you were going to break up with me. Tell me you didn’t love me anymore and that you had feelings for someone else. We were driving home and-“

“You annoyed the fuck out of me the whole ride.” Erik took over the story telling. “I wasn’t ready to tell you but you kept pushing for me to tell you what’s up. Then I finally told you that I was leaving. I will never forget the heartbreak on your face. That shit haunted me in my dreams. I never wanted to break your heart and ended up doing that shit. What broke my heart even more was when you said you wouldn’t wait for me. You didn’t want a long distance relationship. I couldn’t blame you for that. It wasn’t fair for me to expect you to wait for me but a nigga was hoping.”

You swallowed hard and stared at your fingers. You had no idea that Erik was hurting too during that time. You kept painting him as a selfish motherfucker but he was doing what was best for him which caused you to do what was best for you. What was best for both of y’all ended up hurting way more in the end. You felt Erik grab your chin, forcing you to look in his sincere brown eyes.

“I want you to know that I am really back for good, baby girl. I ain’t going nowhere. I mean that shit.”

You found your hands grabbing his bearded face and connecting your lips with his. The two of you kissed for a few seconds before he pulled away, smiling.

“Come on. As much as I rather just kiss you and have you to myself in this car, that ain’t a real date.”

As a true gentleman, Erik went around and opened the door for you to get out and you two held hands, entering the fair. You started off on going on roller coasters then hit the games. You two won the games and received prizes. You shared fried dough and ended the night going on the Ferris wheel. You two made out as it went around and the teenagers above you voiced their disgust.

“Eww! Get a damn room!”

Erik looked up, shouting. “You better shut the fuck up and mind your business before I suck her titty on this damn Ferris wheel!”

“Erik!” You hissed hitting his arm.

“What?! They acting like they never seen kissing before!”

After the Ferris wheel, you called it a night and went home. Erik walked you to your front door and when you went in for a kiss goodbye, he dodged it. When you had a look of confusion, he chuckled holding your hands.

“Y/N, I’m not gonna ask you if you’ll be my girl because you’ve been my girl. You were just playing games.” This caused you to giggle and he continued with a smirk on his face. “Now will you stop playing games?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, matching his smirk. “Yes. I will stop playing games. I’m your girl.”

“Let em know, baby girl and say that shit louder.”

You sighed and took a deep breath. You began shouting from the top of your lungs.

“I’M ERIK’S GIRL! I’M ERIK STEVENS’ GIRL!”

Back in the passenger seat of the black Volvo, Damien blew smoke out his mouth and hissed. Seeing your lips on Erik pissed him off. That should be him and it’s going to be him.

“Y/N, you don’t see that nigga ain’t for you but I ain’t mad at you, baby. That fuck nigga is a good actor.” He brought the blunt back to his lips and exhaled harshly. “It’s cool because I’m gonna make you see that that nigga ain’t for you. Just wait on it.”

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elvencantation · 3 years

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mpub ep12 liveblog

-WAIT WHERE IS KANG BAE??

-sad they’re not showing the last scene again like they usually do. but i guess they gotta fit a lot into this last episode. imma go rewatch it again real quick then come back 😂

-alright i’m back. i rly hope this is like kang bae inside his own head while the tree fucks shit up or something. cause i rly wanna see him fuck shit up!!!

-oh no honey please don’t cry!!! i cant stand it when you cry 😭

-YES ITS INTERDIMENSIONAL DAD POV I NEED HIM TO WALK IN ON BB BOY SAVING HIS MOM

-OMG BACK TO MY BADASS BOY OMGOGMOMGOMG

-made a video of my reaction to this next bit. gonna go rewatch real quick while it posts

-SECOND TIME WEOL JU GETS TO DOTE OVER HIM AS HE’S SICK IN BED. I SHOULDNT ENJOY THIS AS MUCH AS I DO

-OMG SHES REALIZED WHO HE IS HASNT SHE AAAAAAA

-OK NOW TELL DAD ALREADY PLS

-what in the world is going on is a good question

-*flashes back to lwj not telling wwx who sizhui is until the last episode*

-homeboy not only just found out he was actually a dad, then also found out the kid that they’d both been doting on and looking after is his actual kid (tho honestly, the found family trope wouldve worked just as well here)

-FUCK ME UPPP

-NO DONT CRY INTERDIMENSIONAL DAD ITS ALMOST WORSE THAN WHEN KANG BAE CRIES

-OH SHIT HE HAVING TREE FLASHBACKS OMGOMGOMG

-OH NO THEYRE TALKING TO HIM EVEN THO HES NOT TOUCHING THEM

-GO DIE IN A HOLE DICKWAD NOBODY WANTS U AROUND. STOP LURKING IN THAT ABANDONED BUILDING

-well i guess i do feel bad for his dad a little. and settling that grudge would really tie this whole thing up in a pretty bow. i mean, obviously its not gonna be that easy

-wait is kang bae asleep or did he somehow go find the tree? or wait is the tree even there anymore im not 100% sure what happened to the physical tree after what weol ju did

-oh ok hes asleep ofc that makes more sense

-NOPE THIS CANT BE GOODBYE IT CANNOT HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW WHO HE IS TO THEM OR ANYTHING HE SAID HE WANTED TO MEET HIS MOM JUST ONCE

-wait is this what his life would’ve been like if they’d been reborn and been his proper parents???

-his room is so cute

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

-made another little video here

-FUCK!!!!!

-srsly dude ur still lurking dramatically in that abandoned warehouse?

-I KNEW AS SOON AS HE WENT FOR THE FRIDGE THAT SHE’D HAVE LEFT HIM FOOD IN THERE I CANNOT

-oooooo pretty knife!! can she stab him (non lethally) with the pretty knife please? also i know interdimensional dad is walking into a trap or whatever but i need him to be ok. esp since that trap doesnt directly involve wonhyung but only his weird minion

-he says he wants her to feel like she’s lost everything. dude what do u think happened to her in her last life? you literally ruined her whole life but i guess that wasn’t enough because u actually had to face the consequences of ur actions

-yeah yeah we knew that wasn’t actually weol ju. but then wheres the real weol ju... is yeorin gonna find her???

-get the dad to get the kid? i’m confused why didn’t he just shift into weol ju without that? or did she have to be unconscious for that? or wait he probably thought distracting dad would give him enough time eh whatever let’s watch

-TIME FOR THE BADASS GLAIVE FUCK THEM UP DAD

-video time again!

-WAIT KANG BAE WAS HAVING A PROPHETIC DREAM IN THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE WASNT HE

- FUCK ME UPPPPPPP

-oh my GOD I LOVE HOW YOU CAN SEE HOT AIR COMING OFF THE BLADE OF THE GLAIVE?!?!

-ahhhh the glaive looks so awesome all glowing!!!

-EVEN MORE BADASS FIGHT YES OMG

-oh we using the force now!

-HE LITERALLY GRABBED THE PIPE THAT WAS FLYING TOWARDS HIM LIKE CATCHING AN ARROW MID FLIGHT AND THREW IT BACK I CANNOT

-yeah u deserve to get stabbed idiot

-AND VIDEO TIME AGAIN BECAUSE I DONT LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING

-WHAT ELSE DO U CALL SACRIFICING URSELF FOR SOMEONE? YOU LITERALLY PROTECTED HER FROM BEING IMPALED

-also if i was watching this at night, instead of 2pm with the sunlight streaming in through the window, i would be bawling like a baby

-WHY U JUST GOTTA KEEP MAKING MOM AND DAD CRY

-AND THEN HE DISAPPEARS LIKE BEN WHY U TRYING TO HURT ME LIKE THIS

-ok so mom is so badass with her snap of freezing time or whatever. ahhh i love it

-DONT LIKE THIS HE MOVED A FINGER!!!

-I DONT LIKE THIS WEI WUXIAN MOMENT JUST USE HIS HELP TO GET BACK UP GODDAMNIT OTHERWISE WHO WILL SETTLE THE SCORE AND HELP HIM CLOSE HIS SPIRITUAL VISION

-wait is she settling her own grudge? I DONT LIKE THIS

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

-i fuckIN KNEW IT I KNEW SHE WASNT GONE

-OMG SHES STILL FUCKING PEOPLE UP YES THIS IS AMAZING

-awww samsin and death talking about weol ju i cant

-OH MY GOD WHY DID THEY DO THIS TO ME AGAIN THATS MEAN TO MAKE ME THINK THAT KANG BAE STILL HAD THE SPIRITUAL VISION PROBLEM WHEN ALL HE HAD WAS SOMETHING ON HIS EYE. no srsly they already did that once with weol ju i feel like this is overdoing it

-weol ju looks horrible oh honey im sorry. well, she did just lose the love of her life and thinks she failed her son as well

-I FUCKING KNEW IT DAD IS BACK TOO WHO ELSE WOULDVE RESCUED HER FROM THE DARKNESS YET AGAIN

-thank the gods. nobody has been as cruel to me as guardian. except perhaps rogue one

-AAAAAAAAAAAA I CANT WAIT TO SEE KANG BAE’S FACE

-AAAAAAAAA?!?!?!!?!?!

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impala-dreamer · 5 years

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Things We Never Said

SPN FanFic

~The Winchesters have a hard time getting the right words out at the right time.~

Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

1,565 Words

Warnings: Super Angst.

A/N: This is for my Fic Imitating Art Challenge! The prompt is entirely based on the graphic created by @because-imma-lady-assface. I hope you enjoy!

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Dean wasn’t good with words. They tumbled out of him in emotional bursts that usually got the wrong reaction, causing more problems than they solved.

Sam...he knew how to find the words, knew what he wanted, needed to say, just not how to get them out. Not when it came to you. Neither of them knew how to explain just what you meant to them.

They met you on a Tuesday, which Sam found strange when he looked back later, because nothing good ever happened on a Tuesday. It was raining, which Dean enjoyed, and he always would remember how you looked up from the ground, covered in mud and cuts, lashes carrying raindrops as you blinked at him.

“Thanks for the hand,” you teased, out of breath from the fight, wind knocked out of you as the demon power shot you across the empty field.

Dean gave a short laugh and extended a hand, instantly taken back when your small hand fit so perfectly into his. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

You jumped to your feet and wiped a bit of mud from your cheek. “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to getting dirty.”

Something about the way you winked at him punched him in the chest and that was the end of him. He could feel it right then and there. Maybe he’d never call it love, but it was something, and that something was stronger than he’d felt in forever.

“You got a name, stranger?” you asked, turning a sly smile at his glazed expression.

“Uh…” His lips moved but no name came out.

“Winchester,” Sam spoke up, jog coming to a halt by your side. “I’m Sam,” he said, reaching to shake your hand. “This is my brother, Dean.”

You smiled up at him as you slipped free from Dean’s grip and into Sam’s. “Sam and Dean Winchester? The Sam and Dean?”

Sam blushed and nodded, bit of hair falling to cover his hazel eyes. “I guess so.”

“Well, lucky me.” You bit your lip and smiled, innocent eyes sparkling even in the darkness of the storm.

Sam fell hard in that moment, lost in the twinkle in your eye and the softness of your voice. He felt his heart beat, every muscle coming to life as you held his hand so tight. He was hooked.

“You fellas wanna give a lady a ride back to her car?” you asked, finally letting them both go and turning towards the road. A quick look over your shoulder showed the brothers frozen in place, faint smitten smiles turning their lips. You laughed and let them watch you walk away, swinging your hips a little more obviously than usual.

Dean sighed. “She’s…”

Sam cleared his throat. “Yeah…”

The brothers shared a look and took off, determined to see who would get to you first; a friendly competition for your hand.

Time moved quickly as it always did and the Tuesdays piled up in the rearview.

In the end, neither Winchester made a move, knowing it would only lead to trouble between them. The world gave them enough issues. Bringing one home, even one as intriguing as you, just wasn’t in the cards.

That was fine with you, you weren’t in it for love anyway. Still, there were times when Dean’s lips accidentally met yours after a bottle of whiskey, or his heated admonishments would make your heart swell, knowing he yelled because he was worried.

You never talked about those drunken nights or passionate pep talks, not with anyone.

Not even when Sam slipped into your room at night, curling his long body around yours, nuzzling into your ear, whispering words of comfort. Not when his fingers would brush against yours beneath the table while you both poured over books in the Library.

It was an unspoken thing. They both held your heart, but they pretended all was normal. Just friends, colleagues even. A trio of hunters working to rid the world of monsters and the evil that lurked in the night.

It was a Tuesday when they lost you.

The poetic irony of the day nearly snapped Sam in half when he realized the date, rushing to your side as you fell, the monster’s claws ripping straight through your flesh.

The sun was bright and the sky was filled with marshmallow clouds that seemed soft and calming; your eyes locking onto one that looked a bit like a duck as Dean cradled your head in his lap.

“No, Y/N/N, please…” his voice cracked as he rubbed your cheek with his big thumb, feeling the cold already setting in.

You pulled away from the sky to look into his eyes one last time. You could feel the blood flowing, pouring out even as Sam pressed his giant hands to your stomach. “Dean…” you smiled as he leaned close, tears welling in his green eyes. “I love you.”

He shuddered and pressed his forehead to yours, jaw clenching as he tried to keep himself together.

Sam was shaking, pushing down on your wound, but all the pressure in the world couldn’t hold back the flood. It was too much. It was too late.

You reached for him, a weak hand rising to curl around his ear. “Sam, hey.”

He looked up, face masked with misery. “Y/N, I…”

“Come here.” Dizziness crept in as the sky burned bright white above, but Sam blocked the brightness as he leaned close.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, lifting a bloody hand to your cheek.

“No, Sam.” A cough shook your body and you bit back a scream, determined to make it through one last word. “L-love you.”

It was raining again, but the flames took no notice.

Sam stood at Dean’s left, cheeks flooded with tears, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. His shoulders were tight and his body was slumped, somehow shrinking him down into a shell of a man instead of the giant hero he was. Grief was heavy. His heart even more so.

Dean was calm. He stood like a statue, eyes unblinking as the pyre consumed your body. He was tired of saying goodbye, tired of feeling the heartache of love lost too soon. It clawed at him from deep inside, shredding his soul with every speck of ash that floated to Heaven.

Sam broke the silence, speaking suddenly as if you could still hear him. His voice was strained and high as he choked around the tears. “Y/N, I… I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. I’m sorry we…”

“Don’t do that,” Dean spat, head shaking subtly.

“What?”

“Don’t apologize to her. This wasn’t your fault.”

Sam let out a quick breath as anger began to brew. “It wasn’t yours either.”

Dean nodded. “I know.”

The fire crackled loudly and Sam turned back to the outline of your body.

“There’s no blame here,” Dean said, never looking away from the flames. “It’s not anyone’s fault, Sammy. Shit happens. She died how she wanted.”

“She didn’t want to die, Dean,” Sam snapped.

“No, but she knew she would some day.”

Sam grit his teeth. “Why are you being so calm about this?”

“I’m not.” His voice was too even, too slow, and the tears began to fall at last. “I loved her, Sam. Since the first moment I saw her. I feel...I feel like my heart’s been ripped out of my chest and is burning on that pyre right now. I…” He took a deep breath and licked the salt from his lip, eyes darting between the wood and ash. “I never told her. I could never fucking say it back.”

Sam broke again, letting go of the anger he felt at Dean’s apparent callousness and falling forward. He hit the ground and sank back, bringing his knees up to his chest like a little boy lost in a crowd. “She was…”

Dean looked down and back, nodding quickly. “I know, Sammy.”

“And she never asked for anything,” he went on, words tumbling from his shaking lips. “Never complained about what we were or what you guys were, never brought it up. It’s like...she was happy in the middle. Just to be there. She was she was always there. I should have told her. I should have said it. I…”

Dean took a breath and closed his eyes finally, lifting his face to the sky, letting the heat of the funeral flames lick at his cheeks. “She knew.”

“Did she?” Sam yelled. “Did she!”

Green eyes returned to the fire, barely able to make out your silhouette anymore. “She did, Sam. I know she did.”

They weren’t good with words.

Dean never figured out the things he wanted to say in the way he wanted to say them; substituting an ‘I Love You’ with a kiss on the forehead or a longing smile from afar.

Sam never said what he needed to; fear and doubt keeping his words locked deep inside. He would share his nightmares and wishes, hopes and heartache in quiet whispers in the dark, but ‘I Love You’ was too hard to touch.

They kept your picture in the Library; small framed snapshot tucked away on a shelf with the books you loved, a smile captured and kept forever.

They kept their ‘I Love Yous’ in that same Library, filed away under ‘Things We Never Said’.

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art-of-the-wild772 · 5 years

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To all you Toothcup fans out there

This one's for you.

Just imagine: a Romeo and Juliet sort of setting (this is nothing like them, trust me) where Vikings and dragons are like the two houses except they want to have peace. And the way they have done it was through marriage.

Each chief would present a daughter or son to the Green Death (since dragons live longer than humans, I'm willing to bet that this one has hand many-a-mates) and the other child would take over as the next chief of chieftess.

Anthro dragons. It's the only way this will work.

Okay, now Stoick refuses to give Hiccup away because he has no other child to lead the village (even if he did, he would still refuse, even at the cost of his life). He is not the first to refuse, obviously, but the first one to go to great lengths to do so. He declares war on the dragons.

So, the war has been raging on for years now (Hiccup's around 16-17) and helps around the armory. He was taught that dragons were enemies and to never ever trust one.

We'll see how that one goes.

The teen creates a contraption that wrapped ropes and balls of rock around it. He catches a Night Fury.

Let's back up a little here.

While, yes, the dragons are raiding Berk in order to feed the Green Death, they also come to get Hiccup. Their numbers are being lost with every unsuccess at bringing back the boy.

Having been fed up with all the failures, the alpha sends the greatest dragon in the armada. Enar (ei-nar), a Night Fury. The last of his kind. You can guess the Green Death's mood when the news finally got back to the nest that the other was braught down.

Fast forward, Hiccup tells his father about the Night and Stoick, obviously, doesn't really believe him.

So, the teen went on his own, searching for hours. Just as he was about to leave, Hiccup sees something move. He goes towards the bushes and finds the Night Fury laying there tangled in the ropes.

Hiccup does his monologue and raises the knife, blah blah blah - but. When he's about to look at the dragon, when he passes the wing, instead of seen the dragon's head, his gaze locks with a human eye. The teen stood there, shocked for a minute, before he finally snaps, shaking and taking hesitant steps back.

(Imma go into a spiral rn, ya ready?)

Piercing, green eyes stare right at his own. How could this be? The dragon was there a minute ago! All scales and black and... and no skin... no dark, tan, soft and cut skin...

How could this... teenager be laying where the dragon was? And just as Hiccup fell out of shock, the other sat up. Those eyes congealed all emotion, narrowed and watchful. Oh Gods, he must be hallucinating right? Yeah, must be that. I mean, he didn't sleep at all last night, what with the raid and everything...

Yet the cold metal of the knife in his hand felt so real... the softness and silliness of the still damp grass felt so real... and those eyes looked... so...

"Hiccup!" His father's booming voice came in, his footsteps fast and urgent. Why was his father here?

Panic lit up on both teens faces, locking eyes fro a bread moment before the Night Fury began to struggle.

"Stop." The viking said softly, startling the dragon. "You'll only tangle yourself more." The dragon growled.

"No human tells me what to do." So he does talk.

"Hiccup!" His father's voice was coming closer along with other villagers. Getting up quickly, he moved to the other with the knife in hand. The dragon hissed.

"I'm trying to help, sit still." He said urgently.

"Don't touch me!" The Night Fury growled, his sharp nails scratching Hiccup's outstretched arm. The teen hissed in pain, sitting back, farther away from the dragon.

"Hiccup!" His father arrived at the scene. He stood, quiet for a moment, taking in what was before him. "By Thor..." he started. "Ya did catch him..."

(Okay, I'm done)

When Hiccup turned to look at the Night Fury, he saw that he was a dragon again, tangled up even more in the ropes (he told him).

Stoick rushes to his boy and orders the others to detain the dragon.

Now here's the part im excited about (ka ne that kinda spurred the 'Romeo and Juliet' vibe): its noon and everyone's celebrating blah blah blah, but Hiccup can't stop thinking of the dragon. He looked... scared when they were taking him away... he also wondered if what he saw was real.. had the dragon really turned into a... human? Hybrid? Well, only one way to find out.

(Another spiral)

It was Night, somewhere around eleven and midnight. There were a few Vikings lurking around, some struck, others on patrol in case of a dragon attack. His father was at the great hall, discussing the raid and their newest catch (and probably boasting about the fact that his son caught a Night Fury.) He'd be there for a while.

It didn't matter to Hiccup as long as he wasn't disrupted.

Quickly, he jumped down his room's window and ran off to the dragon killing arena. He had to take the scenic route so he wouldn't be spotted by the patrollers.

It was a long run (and/or walk, we'll never know) to the arena but he was glad he made this choice. He wanted answers and his father wasn't going to give them to him any time soon so he resorted to the next best thing.

He stepped inside the scratched and bloodstained circle of the dug up cage. He never really like going here, all things considered. Sure, he was taught to hate dragons and kill them but honestly he never saw them do anything wrong. They rarely stole food and burned up only a few houses. Sometimes they looked like... like they were searching for something...

Shaking his head, he focused on the task at hand. He looked towards the cage opposite the entrance of the arena. It was wide open. Moonlight hit the bars, making them glisten slightly in the night. It looked spooky and very dark inside. He gulped, stepping towards the cage slowly.

He was sure the dragon had already heard him. How was he sure, you ask? Well, if the low growling wasn't the indicator then how about green eyes? Somehow they seemed to just... light up in the night.

"Hi..?" Nice greeting Hiccup. "Um.." Now what?

He was standing about ten feet away from the bars, keeping his distance. Just because he was here doesn't mean he was stupid. He stood there in awkward silence. The dragon didn't seem like he wanted to talk, of the glare was something to go about. You could feel it's intensity if you couldn't see it. It made Hiccup take a step back.

"I'm sorry." Well, that was something the dragon wasn't expecting. The glare immediately turned into a curious questioning gaze, his ears lifting up and head tilting. "F-For this. Everything. You don't deserve this. No one does."

"I was raiding your village." He was human now. Well, half human. Good to know he wasn't hallucinating things then.

"You didn't take anything." Hiccup defended. Why? "You barely destroyed anything this time. Well, not any houses at least." He remembered a few watching posts being blasted but that's it.

"So?" The dragon asked, a weird sort of mix of skeptisism and curiosity in his voice and eyes. "That doesn't justify what I've done in the past." He said.

"I... guess... but... why do it in the first place?" A deep growl emitted from the cage, the teen raising his hands up in surrender. "Okay - okay! You don't have to answer." Awkward. The tan one shook his head, eyes narrowed and locking with forest green.

"Why did you come here?" He asked.

"I.. I need answers." The brunette replied.

"... For?"

"... This." He said, gesturing to the dragon, the cage, the whole arena and Berk. "Why are you doing this? Why are we fighting? How can you... transform?"

"You didn't know dragons can transform?" Now that was news to him. What human didn't know that dragons can go hybrid?

"All dragons can?" Oh boy. This would be a long night. Or many nights. Depending if the boy was stubborn. And Gods, was he.

(Here's stop)

So, they talk for a few night up to a week and no one really suspects a thing. Nothing major had happened between them and no great news was shared either. Hiccup drew Toothless a few times (he started calling him that because the dragon refused to give him his name and he braught fish one night and saw that he had no teeth [till they retracted, that is]). It annoyed the Night Fury, and Hiccup's promises of never using the name again if he gave him the real one was tempting, but he'd learn to live with it. Eventually. Hopefully.

Moving on, it was the day Stoick and a few dozen other ships were supposed to leave when the dragon escaped the night before. The lock on the cage was strangely.. well, unlocked. Or rather loosened. And on the dragons chains as well.

Still, Stoick went off, believe that the Night Fury went back to warn the nest.

Hiccup was in training with the others, blah blah, and he went to the forest to clear his head of the first day. Gobber could (IS) tiring sometimes. The others didn't help either. That's when he fell. He turned and saw a broken tree branch. He started following the strange path of broken branches and claw marks - dragon claw marks, let's not forget.

He stumbled onto a cove and to his surprise the Night Fury was there.

(Aaaand here we go again)

"W-What are you doing here?" He climbed down the rocks, stopping on the second to last when he saw the dragon bear his teeth at him.

"It's your fault." He turned hybrid si he could talk, pulling his tail into Hiccup's view. His eyes widened, guilt quickly filling up in the pit of his stomach. "I noticed. I taught I'd be fine." He started pacing, his narrowed eyes locked with forest green, softening ever so slightly at the guilt in them. At least he knew he was the cause of this. "Turns out: I was wrong."

"I... I'm - I..." He couldn't form sentences. He knew that a dragon's greatest strength was flight. If they couldn't use their fire power then they could fly away to rest up before coming into battle again. Hiccup had taken away that break. That freedom. And from a creature so grand. "I'll fix this.." he said to himself. "I'll... I'll fix this, I promise." He turned to climb back up when he felt his ankle being grabbed and tugged at. He almost fell from the rock.

"I think you've done enough."

"Please - I want to help. I'll help you-"

"Like Hel I need your help-!"

"I helped you out of the arena didn't I?!" Qell that was a low blow to his pride. "I - I'll make you a new fin so you can fly again."

"How?"

"I- I need to sketch it out first. And I'll need measurements. And I'll need to find leather.. and metal light but strong enough to help keep you in flight..." By now, he was rambling to himself. Toothless sighed and rolled his eyes. Well, it was either being stuck here alone, on an island he wasn't welcomed, or stuck with the annoying (and slightly, ever so slightly cute) teen; till he could fly, of course.

"Fine." That was enough to cut off the other. A smile split on his face (a very pretty one, actually).

"Alright! Okay, alright - I'll be back as soon as I'm done!" The Night Fury let the human go, said human running off with this stupid (cute*) grin on his face.

What has he gotten himself into?

(And that's a stop)

A but rushed, but meh.

Anyway, they bond and talk and play around.

I have a few scenes in my head where they're sitting against the wall of the cove with a fire and cooked and raw fish at their feet and in their hands. Someone says something (unintentionally) flirtatious and/or a very intimate compliment and they blush and look away.

Another one is where they splash around in the pond and they jump each other (mostly Toothless at Hiccup, like pulling his leg slightly or straight up pulling him under water, or just plain jumping on his from the back). They end up in each other's arms with Hiccup laying down on the shore and Toothless above him.

They lock eyes. Their foreheads touch. Their eyes are closed and their breaths are in sync. The warmth on their cheeks is slowly getting hotter yet neither mind. Slowly, ever so achingly slow, they lean into each other, lips brushing softly, barely feeling each other, but there none the less. Oh how soft it was. Such a lovely, private and intimate moment. So... genuine.. so... bubbly and fluffy and cute and pure and... gentle. Oh so very gentle and long. How nice would it be to stay in this space forever.

But alas, moments like these were meant to be broken (just so another could start).

They pulled away and were blushing messes after that. When they went flying, Hiccup would hug Toothless's head softly and blush even more, the dragon would smile and avart his eyes.

When they'd say goodbye, Toothless would gently hug him and peck him on the cheek, Hiccup hugging tighter.

But, like I said before, moments like these were meant to be broken (just so other ones could begin).

It was the day of the semi-finals, and Hiccup passed. The Astrid meeting Toothless happened (mind you, Hiccup was more touchy feely than in the movie [like hugging Toothless's head more; they also had a small fight where Toothless was like "Why?" and Hiccup was like "Cause she's gonna out us before I even come out of the closet!" and Toothless was like "Fiiinnee."]) and when they landed, and finished talking, Toothless turned hybrid. He asked what they meant when they talked and Hiccup started explain but like they forgot Astrid and after the initial shock were off (quicker than Hiccup's case), she kinda understood things (sort of).

Day of the trial, everything happens as it did, only Toothless went hybrid to get to Hiccup, arriving in full dragon mode. He turns hybrid again when he pounced Stoick, threatening him to never touch his Hiccup again. Stunned only for a second, and using the distraction Hiccup (unintentionally) provided when he yelled at his dragon to stop, he took down the Night Fury, chaining him down in his hybrid form (mind you, the saddle is still on).

Stoick then took his son to the great hall and when Hiccup accidentally spilled details he wouldn't have, the chief went ballistic.

(Cut to the scene 🎬)

"I should've seen this coming." Stoick mumbled to himself, pacing in the great hall.

"Dad, please," Hiccuo begged, eyes filled with concern for his dragon. "Do whatever you want to me, banish me, chain me up for the dragons to eat !- just don't hurt Toothless." The chief turned to his son, disbelief in his eyes.

"The dragon?" They narrowed. "That's what you're worried about?"

"He didn't do anything wrong, none of them did- or ever do-!"

"They've killed hundreds of us-"

"And we've killed thousands of them! And for what?! They barely steal food, they don't damage any houses or places we put our stock in and they come like once or twice a week! If they're not here to hurt us then what are they here for?!-"

"For you!" Silence. Time stopped... what? "They came here... looking for the heir of the chief."

"... what?" The disbelief in his green eyes..

"It's so we can keep the peace," Stoick began, dreading this conversation. "Every chief will give an heir to the dragon alpha so everyone lives in peace. I couldn't give you away. Not after your mother... Not ever."

It made sense. It all made sense now. The raids- the lack of stealing- why Toothless was sent. (Mind you, the dragon only said that he was sent to retrieve something for his alpha, he didn't specify what)

"I'll go." He said, his eyes wide and staring at the distance.

"What?" His father's head raised up in surprise.

"I said I'll go-"

"No. I will not allow it."

"Dad, please, I know how I can help, just listen-"

"It's out of the question, Hiccup-"

"For once in your life, would you please just listen to me?!" (The sentence doesn't really fit this story rn and it feels a bit too much, I might change up a few things to make the story better)

Stoick stopped. He turned towards his son. The desperation in his voice, in his eyes, on his face and whole stature. It hurt the father to see his boy like that.

"I..." He was panting slightly, trying to regain control of his breathing. "I know how we can stop the Green Death. Once and for all."

(End scene 🎬)

So, we cut to a scene where Stoick, along with Toothless (since the teen needed to tell them both of his idea), refusing to do the plan. Honestly, Hiccuo was beyond happy that his (mate in the dragon world/sort of) boyfriend and his father agreed on something, but that really wasn't the thing they wanted to agree on.

So, with a bit of convincing, and insuring that he will be fine, they started recruiting others. The trainees would become dragon riders.

We move on to the part of the story where Hiccup is on Toothless (who's a dragon), reassuring him that everything will be fine. The armada and other dragon riders and hiding behind the rocks and debris.

Toothless lands on the sand and roars out, calling the Green Death to look at his new mate. When the huge monster comes out of the rock, the scent of Toothless is all over Hiccup and the dragon becomes outraged. That's when the two give the signal.

War breaks.

We win.

Flash forward, it's been about a month after the whole Green Death endeavour, and since (technically) Toothless and Hiccup were the ones who defeated the monster of a dragon, they, or rather Toothless, were sort of the alpha of the dragons now. Which means that both were to become mates in order to keep the peace. They didn't really object. Stoick on the other hand. Well, let's not get into detail.

And that's about it. Wow, this is definitely one of the longest prompt ideas I've ever had.

I honestly have no idea if I write this (probably won't, I got a lot of other stuff on my hands rn) so feel free of anyone would like to do the honors.

Also, you got a little sneak peek of my (current) writing style. How exciting! XDD

Congrats if you made it this far XDD

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thepaperpanda · 6 years

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Before You'll Be Gone|| Stucky Smut

Summary: Bucky finds the best way to improve Steve's mood before the mission.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2372

Authors: Cass & Toro

It was one of the hardest days in his entire life and he felt blue. Steve was sitting at the edge of his bed, lurking through some documents. It was when he heard some noises in the kitchen. He frowned but eventually went downstairs to check what happened.

"Ugh! Fucking pan and fucking stove... FUCKING PANCAKES." Bucky growled to himself and threw the pan across the kitchen. "Okay... if not pancakes than maybe a cake..." He muttered and rubbed his face, he was annoyed. "Parker said that cooking with the book is easy..."

Steve leaned his side against the doorframe. "What the hell are ya doing, Buck? Who's gonna tide this mess later?" Steve asked as he looked around.

Stains of oil and flour were everywhere, even at the ceiling. Pan that Bucky threw seconds before was laying on the floor next to the table.

Steve crossed arms over his chest, sighing.

"I try to cook." He said before looking around, then he shrugged. "I will force Parker or Sam to clean it. I have more important stuff on my head now." He said and looked at Steve. A "How do you feel, pal?" Bucky asked, taking his apron off.

"Normal, I guess." Steve rolled his eyes. "And no, you will clean it by yourself." Steve's voice was firm. "It can't be like this that anytime you make a mess, someone else has to help you. Ain't it nice." Steve let out a sigh and took a seat at the table. "I am going on the mission soon." He said simply.

"Nope! Parker does nothing, just lurk around so he can move his teenage ass and do something here, and Sam is Sam. I hate him." Bucky giggled and then blinked. "Wait... what? You just came back like two days ago. And what with me?!" He whimpered sadly.

Steve slipped hands in his hair. "I have to. Agency has found some spy among them in their European branch. I have to investigate."

"They can send Hulk? Stark? Uhm... Parker? The tower is full of people and they have to send YOU?" Bucky walked to the table and sat at the opposite side. "I won't let you go this time. I mean it, Rogers. You are staying here with me. We need to improve your mood first." He smiled.

"Bucky, I am not in mood." Steve said simply. "And yes, they want send me. I have the best knowledge in a matter." He sighed. "I won't be long. Month or so..."

"EXACTLY! You aren't in the mood and I wanna change it... I..." Bucky blushed and rubbed his face, "I made this mess because... I tried to make those Captain America themed pancakes, to improve your mood." He looked around, biting his lips. "You see how it ended."

Bucky sighed sadly. "Why you say it like it's nothing? Month is a really long time. I really won't let you go. They can send Nat, she knows a lot."

Steve shook his head. "It's not that easy, Buck. And... It's pretty sweet, pal. You know I can't be mad at you for too long though." Rogers giggled shortly. "Will you help me with packing later?"

Bucky sighed deeply and nodded. "Sure... I will help you."

He watched Steve for a minute and then smiled. "About your mood... I have an idea."

Steve cocked his brew, crossing arms over his chest. "What idea? Shall I be scared?" Steve chuckled softly.

Bucky said nothing, only rolled his eyes. He raised from his seat and walked to Steve from behind. Bucky placed his hands on Steve's shoulders. He started to massage them, moving to Steve's back and neck from time to time. He was pressing all the right spots.

Bucky leaned over a bit. "You know... I really miss you when you are on a mission." He whispered against Steve's ear before kissing his neck and shoulder.

Steve couldn't help but smile as he closed his eyes. He enjoyed every single moment of that little massage.

"Mhmmm..." He purred softly. "I can see you do, Buck."

Steve reached his hand back to gently stroke Bucky's metal arm.

Bucky giggled. "Aaaa? You see? I already helped you." He smiled and looked at Steve. "I really won't let you go. I miss you too much, when you're gone, Imma stuck with my own hand." He muttered and teasing as he nuzzled to Steve's neck.

Steve got up slowly and smirked at Bucky, he wrapped his muscular arm around Bucky's shoulders. "You know how to be cute, don't ya?" Steve smirked as he slowly led Bucky upstairs, checking by the way if no one was around.

"Yes! We're gonna fuck! FINALLY!" Bucky said happily and pulled Steve quickly to their room.

He locked the door behind them as they both entered.

"You have no idea for how long I've been waiting for this. Since you came back, you didn't touch me... I was getting worried that you don't love me anymore." Bucky purred, pulling Steve closer. "You were a bad boy, punk." He growled playfully, grabbing Steve's ass.

Steve bit his lower lip, looking Bucky directly in the eye. "Calm down, take it easy, Serge." Steve leaned more to Bucky and slowly kissed his jawline as he slipped hands under his shirt.

Buck laughed loudly. "I never was a gentle type. You're gonna scream my name tonight." Bucky smiled and kissed Steve deeply. Bucky's metal hand moved into Steve's pants while his normal one moved under Steve's shirt.

"Go on ice, Buck!" Steve blushed a bit as he pulled away to take a deep breath. "And no, no, no. You gotta work hard to get access to my cock, pal." He teased.

Steve pulled Bucky's hand out of his pants. He pushed Barnes onto the bed and stood in front of him, slowly taking his T-shirt off, exposing his muscular abdomen to his boyfriend.

Bucky sighed softly and laid down comfortable, putting hands under his head. "Dance for me, hottie." He purred and bite his lips, watching Steve. He could already feel how uncomfortably tight his pants have became.

Steve laughed shortly and started to rock his hips, slowly unbuckling his belt. "You like it, don't ya?" Steve asked and slowly unzipped his fly, slipping hand in his jeans to massage his cock while he was watching Bucky and his cock that was tenting in his pal's pants.

"You know I can do that too?" Bucky smiled and removed his pants, tossing them aside. "Nah, I'm not gonna fuck around." He said and then took off his boxers, also tossing them on the floor. Bucky sighed softly and started to stroke his already hard cock.

Steve slipped jeans down his legs, leaving his boxers on. The bulge was already visible and he couldn't help but smirk on Bucky.

He joined Barnes in bed, starting to kiss his neck and clavicles. Then, he slowly licked his way down, straight to Bucky's cock.

Bucky grabbed Steve by his nape. "Hey, hey, hey. Take off those nice, white boxers or no cock for you." Bucky smiled at Steve and shrugged. "I always can fuck your pillow as I always do when you're gone."

Steve froze, he raised his head and tilted it a bit. "Excuse me, Buck? You were fucking MY pillow?!" Steve's eyes were wide open. "Oh, you little, nasty dumbshit!"

After these words, Steve stood up and with one movement slipped his boxers down his legs. He briefly ran hand along his shaft. "Look what you do to me. You got me that hard within a blink of an eye."

Bucky laughed. "What? What am I supposed to do when you're gone? Fuck Sam? Or buy one of those weird sex dolls with your face on them? They look really weird."

Bucky purred and watched Steve. "You are not the only one that is hard here." He moved his metal hand into Steve's hair, pulling them gently. "Now. Move down there and suck this cock."

Steve got back onto his knees, he grabbed Bucky's cock in his hand and pumped it few times before taking it into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around Bucky's tip, sucking on it. Steve also purred, sending some vibrations to his boyfriend's dick.

"Fuck... Yea, just like that. Suck this thick cock, punk." Bucky purred and grabbed Steve's hair to control his moves. "Suck me good and I will think about a reward for you."

Steve started to using his hand along with his mouth to work on Bucky's cock. He pulled Bucky out of his mouth. Steve grinned and ran his tongue along a main vain of Bucky's cock, Steve's eyes were on his pal. "You like it, don't ya?" Steve grunted, he grabbed his own cock to stroke it.

"Sure I like it, Stevie. It feels so great but come here." Bucky purred quietly and pulled Steve up. "Be a kind kitten and reach to our little drawer and take the lube out." He said before kissing Steve's chest.

Steve kissed Bucky's lips, their tongues were dancing together.

Steve reached to drawer and pulled little, plastic bottle out, handling it to Bucky. "Here ya go, pal." He whispered as he blushed.

"What? My little kitten is shy?" Bucky asked softly, taking some of the lube on his fingers. "I will be gently as always, so don't ya worry." He purred and kissed Steve again as his hand slowly moved to Steve's ass. "So, so tight, my kitten." Bucky whispered pushing two fingers into Steve.

Rogers ran tongue over his dry lips and briefly rubbed his beard. He caught Bucky's cock and started to stroke it as he kissed his jawline. "Only for ya, pal. Mmm, I like your fingers but I rather need you cock there."

"Fuck..." Bucky gasped and smiled at Steve. "Be patient. I don't wanna hurt ya and that hole is a bit too tight for me yet." He explained and kissed him deeply, moving his fingers in and out.

After a moment Bucky pulled his fingers out and put Steve on the bed, then he turned him, so Steve was on his stomach.

"You want this cock, don't ya, kitten?" He purred against Steve's ear before biting it gently.

"Yea, Buck. I do. Stop teasing and fuck me like ya always do, huh?" Steve crossed hands beneath his chin and sticked out his bum. "C'mon, Buck."

"You are a very bad kitten today, punk." He said and covered his cock in lube. "But well. When you ask so nicely... I will fuck that nice ass of yours." Bucky whispered and pushed into Steve without any warning. "Fuck..." He whimpered. "Feels so fucking good." Bucky growled and started to thrust harder into him.

Steve grabbed the sheets and sucked onto his lower lip. "Yea, Buck, feels amazing!" Steve turned his head slightly to look at Bucky.

He was enjoying his every push, every second of being stretched out by his boyfriend's cock.

"Keep going, Buck, you're amazing."

Bucky panted against Steve's shoulder. "Fuck... You are so perfect, kitten. So warm, so tight, I love you so much."

Bucky's hips continued to move hard while his metal hand moved to jerk Steve's cock. His other hand was tightly wrapped around Steve's stomach.

"Shit..." Steve panted quietly, the feeling was unbearable.

When Bucky started to jerk onto his cock, Steve moaned lazily. "If you'll keep this, I'll cum soon." He informed.

Bucky smiled and bite Steve's neck hard enough to leave a mark, moving his hips even faster. "Good... Good, that's my goal tonight." He moaned and nuzzled to Steve's back, kissing him there softly.

Bucky started to stroke Steve's cock even faster, squeezing it hard from time to time.

"Jesus, yes, just like this, shit!" Steve turned into a moaning mess beneath Bucky. "I want you to cum on my face, pal." He asked, squeezing sheets tightly as he felt that his cock started throbbing in Bucky's hand.

"Be a good kitten and cum for your pal. Then we will see if you deserved this." Bucky muttered pushing into Steve harder few times, playing with his tip. "Such a good, little kitten. Fucking cum for me." He growled nuzzling to Steve's neck.

Steve also put his hand onto his dick and jerked it hardly. The precum started pouring down his shaft and he let a loud sigh. Then he let Bucky finish working on his dick and he cum, moaning Bucky's name over and over again.

Bucky shivered as he felt Steve's cum on his hand. "Such a good boy." He moved his hand to Steve's mouth. "Come on. Suck these fingers, kitten." Bucky said and continued to move his hips. "Fuck... Stevie. I am close. So close." Bucky moaned.

Steve grabbed Bucky's hand and started to lick his fingers clean from his own seed. "I love these metal fingers of yours. And when your cock is stretching my asshole." He grunted.

Bucky only smiled and then wrapped his metal hand around Steve's throat. "Fuck... I love you so much, Steve."

Bucky moaned Steve's name when his hips stuttered, he quickly pulled out. "Come here, kitten." He said and started to stroke his own shaft. "Let's paint this pretty face."

Steve got up and got off the bed, he knelt down in front of Bucky, his eyes on his boyfriend as he was slowly pumping hand over his own length.

Steve smirked rudely and sticked his tongue out, waiting at Bucky's release to approach.

Bucky growled loudly as his climax hit him. Strings of thick, whitey cum shot on Steve's face. "Fuck... Fuck..." Bucky gasped and looked at Steve with a smile. "You look so cute like this, kitten."

Steve grabbed his boyfriend's cock jerking it few times to make sure nothing has left. He licked Bucky's cock clean and then swirl tongue over his mouth to lick Bucky's cum. "You taste amazing, pal."

He smiled. "Pineapples help!" Bucky winked and pulled Steve on his laps. "You know what I am thinking now?"

"What?" Steve sighed and kissed Bucky's jawline.

"Right now... I think of how hard I'll be fucking your pillow when you will be gone." Bucky said and laughed.

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superjedders · 7 years

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Reaching Out for Repercussions

"Jeez Gabe, ya never used to fight so dirty, s'min Talon teach ya?" The cowboy panted heavily, a gentle chuckle underlying his words as his peacekeeper leveled with the Reapers forehead. The so called, angel of death was on his knees wheezing and staring up at the gunslinger with a dark glint of hatred in his eyes. The white mask that typically adorned his features cracked and broken to allow shards of the man he was to show through. Patches of the old Gabriel Reyes masked with a smokey overtone and a scent of death that couldn't be replicated. Around the pair, a battle raged between Overwatch and Talon. Lena could be heard darting around with Genji at her side trying to take down the illusive widowmaker, Dva was teamed up with Lucio wearing down Talon agents while Torbjörn and Reinhardt took care of some hardier machinery Talon had brought to the fight. Each member had their own job to do, and for the Gunslinger, taking down Reaper had been his task. A task he had demanded repeatedly in meetings. A task he had assured other agents he was the only one capable of completing. A task that was his duty to fulfill. "It's Reaper...and lf you're expecting me to beg you're going to be waiting a long time ingrate." The deep gravelly voice of the Reaper drew an amused look to Jesse's face, the gunslinger shaking his head with a gentle sigh. He was more than aware of the blood trickling down the side of his face, a result of a blow delivered by the butt of Reapers empty shotguns not 10 minutes prior. The Cowboy took a moment to count his lucky stars that he was stood with the upper hand for once. He was still able to smell the gunpowder on him, thanking whatever gods that would listen for the luck he had been given. The cowboy had managed to avoid the brutal blasts from the Reapers shotguns and escape with just a few grazes and a new hole in the bottom of serape to show for it. " 'm not expect'n anythin' partner, and cut the act Gabe, I've known it's been you for a long time. Can't fool this cowboy I know ye too damn well" Jesse saw the Reapers clawed hand reach for the shotgun and flicked his weapon in warning tutting loudly "Leave that well alone darlin'. We're guna talk this out like gentlemen" the gunslinger rolled his eyes as a choked laugh forced it's way past the Reapers lips. "Talk?" Gabe shook his head "You've gone soft. I have nothing to say to you, so just kill me and be done with it. " he growled before a thought sprung to mind "Unless, you don't have the guts to go through with it?" his gaze met the cowboys, silently daring him to pull the trigger and prove him wrong. "Well, Deadeye? Take the shot" he goaded the gunslinger, scowling at him when the male showed no attempt to pull the trigger "Prove yourself, be the fucking hero" still the uninterrupted silence grated on his nerves, the cowboys eyes hidden by the brim of his hat, peacekeeper still leveled with between his eyes and yet not even a twitch on the trigger. "FUCKING TAKE THE SHOT!" spittle flew from Reapers lips as he barked at the former Blackwatch agent. Jesse shook his head, pushing the safety of his gun back into position with his thumb before letting his arm slowly fall to his side "No" he murmured, holstering the weapon "I ain't like you, and I ain't no hero." he licked his lips "Ima give ya a chance here Gabe" taking a moment to adjust his hat, brown orbs settled on the floor, his other hand resting on his hip before he cleared his throat and lifted his gaze again to lock eyes with his former Strike Commander. "A chance to what?" Reaper growled, eyes darting to his weapon briefly "Beg for my life? For forgivness? Because that's not going to happen-" "-im givin' ya the chance t'do the right thing." Jesse interrupted with a stern tone, his brow furrowing "Y'all gave me a chance years ago, bout time I returned the favour" Jesse sighed, scratching the scruff under his jaw before continuing "This ain't you Gabe. All the mindless killin' and torture? This shit is below even the Blackwatch belt. It's jus' not right and ye know it" a slow inhale allowed the cowboy to resume speaking "Jus' let us help ya. Angie reck'ns she can-" "-Angela?!" Reaper laughed, the noise resonating from his very core and sending a chill down Jesse's spine "She's the one who turned me into this...thing! This monster! She will pay for what she did to me, I will- "-She wants te help ye Gabe, she's been work'n on it fer months now. Jus' come with us and give it a chance" "Don't act like you give a damn. You ran. Ran like a scared little boy all those years ago and now you're telling me to come back. For what?! TO be experimented on? Don't make me laugh. You're nothing but a coward!" Jesse pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling slowly before shaking his head, refusing to allow the comments to spike his temper. "Y'all know me Gabe, 'm like an ornery squirrel. Can't sit in one place too long, I get all fidgety" he cracked a smile "Ye I ran, m'be I was a coward fer doin' so. But don't you ever tell me I didn't give a dam after all we did. Y'all set me on the straight an' narrow when nobody else would even look at me. Gave me s'min worth fightin' for and I can't never thank ye enough fer that" he glanced round briefly, aware that he was needed elsewhere in the battle and exhaled slowly to calm himself "Look, I'm not tellin' ye to come with me. I'm jus' askin' ya to consider it. We all wanna help ya Gabe, jus' give us the chance" the pair locked eyes, silence falling between them for a moment before Jesse cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck. "Well imma leave ye to it, I'm needed elsewhere" his word startled Gabe who had briefly let his claws brush over his gun "Think about it partner" Turning on his heels the cowboy took a meager two steps before Reaper snatched up a shotgun and rose to his feet, quickly levelling it with the cowboys back. The inaudible click of the safety drawing a sigh from Jesse and causing the gunslingers shoulders to slump slightly as he raised his hands in a meek surrender. "If yer Guna shoot me in the back, at least make it quick" Jesse chewed on the inside of his bottom lip and averted his eyes skywards, waiting for the loud bark of the shotgun and inevitable pain that would surely follow. "You always were a cocky son of a bitch. How you lived this long never fails to surprise me" Reaper lowered his gun slightly, then his gaze "I'll consider your offer....Ingrate." Jesse turned slowly and let a grin tug at his features, causing Gabe to shake his gun once in warning "Until then, if I find you at the end of my gun again I will not hesitate to take the shot. Understand?" Jesse nodded once, tipping his hat in confirmation, unable to stop the gentle smile on his face and slight smugness about him. "Take care of yerself Gabe" he nodded once at the Reaper, turned on his heels and jogged away, spurs jingling gently with each stride. O O O O "Howdy Darlin' miss me?" Jesse slid in behind cover, startling the poor Swiss medic who was seeking refuge. "Gott verdant Jesse...where have you been and what happened to your face?" blue orbs scanned his rugged features, noting the blood on the side of his head and the burn marks in his serape and on his armour. "Ran into an' ol' friend. Gave him an offer, reck'ns he'll consider it" Jesse let his back lean against the flipped over car they were sheltering behind as he rammed a speedloader into his peacekeeper and flipped the barrel effortlessly back into position. The gunslinger could feel the surprise gaze burning into him and smirked at the medic a she silently mouthed the name of the old Blackwatch commander. "Bingo" his robotic hand pressed itself against the floor as he readied to head back into the fight "Fer now we jus' wait and see. With any luck he'll see sense an' come see us" The second Angela nodded the cowboy vaulted over the car, his gun barking three times in quick succession as he took care of some Talon operatives lurking off to the side,their bodies hitting the ground second apart. O O O O "Gah...!" The sound of a body hitting the floor and the yell over comms drew the gunslingers attention away from firing wildly at the nearest roof top. He had been supplying suppressing fire for Genji and Tracer, keeping Widowmaker trapped behind a chimney while they worked their way over. Peacekeeper still aimed at the roof he pressed a finger to his ear "McCree reportin' yalright?" "N...not really Eastwood..." Jesse was immediately scanning the area when the sound of the Brazilian Dj echoed through the comms thick with static. Tipping his hat back Jesse scanned the area looking for the male soon had the gunslinger making a beeline for him popping off two more rounds into the Talon agent that had been looking for an easy kill in the downed medic. "Hey Partner, what's the problem?" Jesse crouched down beside the medic, wincing briefly at the mangled sound that came from Lucios damaged weapon. Low notes were warbles of noise while higher notes were like nails on a chalkboard enough to have the cowboy reaching over to silence it. "Hey Eastwood...t...thought you could all use a hand...guess it didn't work out" The medic was in pain, a sheen of sweat glistening on his brow and a dark crimson stain soaking his side drawing a concerned frown from Jesse before he placed a finger to his earpiece. "Doc? We got wounded. Ima bring him to ya, be ready Angie" Jesse smirked gently "Y'all be alright. I've seen worse, jus' keep yer hand on that wound till Angies had a look" he glanced around cautiously, grateful for the rest of the team. They were stopping them from being sitting ducks on the battlefield. "Reck'n ye can stand?" an apprehensive look to the blades on Lucios feet punctuated his questions and caused the Brazilian to follow his gaze. "Ye-yeah" "Alright let's get ye up" Jesse wrapped an arm around Lucio, letting the Dj throw an arm around his neck before taking slow breath "On three....1...2.....3" He eased the man onto his feet, hearing the stifled cry of pain emitting from the medic. They took a moment, allowing Lucio to steady himself on his blades, his head hanging and pained inhales escaping him periodically. "Ready?" Jesse asked before slowly easing the man into motion actually finding himself grateful for the skates as it allowed him to basically wheel the medic towards their destination. "I'm sorry Eastwood..." Lucio gasped the apology, focusing on keeping his blades straight. "Hey, you ain't got nutin to apologise for. Let's jus' get that wound seen to. Besides you bet me you would be able to change my taste in music, an' I ain't loosin' that bet" he felt Lucio shudder and realised it was a result of a laugh escaping him. "I'll change your mind cowboy...rest assured" he winced and lifted his gaze "Thanks Eastwood" a smile spread across his pained features, Jesse shrugging off the thanks and gently getting Lucio to stand on his own for a second while he scouted ahead. It wasn't too far, providing they could rely on the other agents distracting Talon. He was soon moving with Lucio again, the medic trying his best to ease up on his grip and apologising softly when sharp waves of pain would cause him to grip tightly, embedding his fingers into the cowboys arm. Jesse didn't mind, he'd been on both sides of this and a bit of bruising to his arm wasn't going to kill him, nor would the bullet wound lucio was dealing with- "Look out!" Jesse had a split second to react and immediately shoved Lucio away, sending the already injured Medic sprawling to the floor. His gloved hand reached instinctively towards his peacekeeper, but the speed in which the large man closed the distance was too much for the gunslinger. Brown hues widened in alarm, the cowboy taking a half step back before the large golden fist collided square with his chestplate, his feet leaving the floor, a feeling of weightlessness washing over him followed by excruciating pain and the sweet embrace of darkness. The loud bang that echoed as the cowboy connected with the concrete wall drew a number of concerned glances. The brickwork cracked and crumbled slightly, a cloud of debris slowly dispersing skyward and revealing the scene. The gunslinger had left a dent in the wall comparable to the scenes at Numbani airport a few months prior. Sat on the floor, coated with brick dust, his head was lulled forwards burying his chin in his chest with his eyes closed. The gunslinger unaware of the large shadow approaching his unconscious form,the large male flexing the doomfist gauntlet at his side. "You should seize opportunities when they present themselves Reaper. Do not show weakness, it will be your downfall" Akande glanced back at the cloaked male, a stern expression on his brow before he reached down and plucked the cowboy hat from McCree's head. The tatty fabric drew a look of disgust from the Talon leader as he looked it over about to toss it aside when a yell from behind grabbed his attention. "McCree!" Genji was the first to try and get to the scene, leaping down from a nearby roof and running towards the pair, drawing his sword. His feet were light on the ground, silent but as Akande watched the ninja approach he simply smirked before securing the Doomfist gauntlet around the cowboys chest and beginning to tighten his grip. Genji skidded to a halt immediately, cussing under his breath and watching helplessly as Akande chuckled at him. "Try me cyborg. I will crush him like an egg if you even move an inch" he could see the anger radiating from the suit and was about to remark when a strangled cough escaped the cowboy in his grip. Blood spurred past the gunslinger lips, his eyes struggling to focus before he realised the danger he was in and reached for his gun only to grunt ad the grip around his torso tightened. "Be still...you have a very important role to play" Akande hissed. Jesse drew in a pained wheeze and shook his head "N...whassat?" His words slurred together, every breath rattling in his chest and sending shockwaves of pain through his ribcage. His brown hues shifted to settle on Genji first,the ninja more than ready to strike given the chance before he looked to Lucio. The medic had propped himself up and was watching with an alarmed expression, ignoring the blood coating his side. "Release him!" Genji spat the orders angrily, grateful when Lena blinked into view, horrified by the scene unfolding. "Why would I do that? I have collateral here and you? You have nothing." Akande hauled the gunslinger to his feet, ignoring the pained animalistic noise that escaped him and keeping the doomfist gauntlet secured on him, the tatty cowboy hat still held in his other hand. "You will let us pass. You will allow Talon agents to leave and in return I won't crush the cowboy into dust" he could see Overwatch agents straggling in to find the scene, nervous gazes passed between them. Deafening silence filling the air as the offer was contemplated. "Stand down. Genji, Tracer step aside" the instruction came across the comms from Soldier 76 and despite Talon being unable to hear what was said it clearly bristled the agents as fury and confusion set in. "Stand down Genji..." The cyborg growled at the command before stepping aside, tightening his grip on his sword angrily. "Smart choice" Akande shoved the cowboy into motion, watching the gunslinger struggle to stay on his feet, head hung and brown hues fixed on the floor. One foot infront of the other was difficult but he would be dammed if he was going to let himself be frog marched away like some trophy. Jesse drew a slow breath before subtly unhooking a flashbang from his side, waiting for just the right moment to- The flashbang erupted with a blinding light, Akande rearing back and shielding his eyes for a moment. Jesse rounded on his heels and pulled his gun, slamming the robotic limb against the hamer to fan the bullets. Needless to say, he was surprised when the Doomfist gauntlet slammed into his gun, knocking it from his hands and sending it skittering across the pavement. "Sombra now!" The electricity went down in an instant, plunging the area into darkness and cutting out various electronics. Genji had moved to dash forward and assist only to find his enhancements failing and sending him flat on his face, communications went down for all Overwatch agents and McCree found his robotic limb hanging unresponsive at his side. "Nice try cowboy..." Jesse heard the voice dangerously close to his ear before catching glimpse of the still functioning Doomfist gauntlet as it swung at him, pummelling him into the ground. His head bounced of the pavement violently, the blow driving the air from his lungs before Akande loomed over him. His vision was swimming, the doomfist gauntlet pressing down on him to keep him pinned against the ground. As Akande raised his other fist with a smirk Jesse squeezed his eyes shut before the blow connected with his face and the world went dark. "Move out! We're done here!" Akande hissed over comms, hauling the unconscious gunslinger over his shoulder with ease and beginning to walk away only pausing when he heard a hissed command to stop from behind him. Glancing over his shoulder he chuckled at the sight of Genji desperately clawing to try and get back on his feet, cussing his enhancements and no doubt glaring daggers through his visor. Plucking the tatty cowboy hat off the floor he gently tossed it like a frisbee, watching it skip once off the ground and gently settle in of the cyborg, his hand grabbing at it. "We will stop you..." Genji hissed the words angrily, drawing a smirk from the Talon leader. "Stop me? Like that?" He laughed "It'll take much more than that to stop me, but you are welcome to try" turning away he left the cyborg with his words and disappeared towards extraction just as the lights returned to the area. Not bad for a days work.

#jesse mccree #mccree #drabble #doomfist #genji #genji shimada #overwatch #post recall #reaper #gabriel reyes #lucio #angela ziegler #lena oxton #fan fiction #fan fic writing #my writing

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lil-nct-scenarios-11 · 7 years

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NCT- A Strange Surprise || Gang AU- part 3

Group: NCT- all members

Theme: Gang AU

Type: series- fluff + angst

*Warning- this series will cover some dark themes such as abuse, drugs, and crude language so please read at your own discretion, if these themes make you uncomfortable at all, please do not read this

Plot: You see Renjun all bruised up and he keeps denying who hurt him. After school, a family emergency pops up so you run to Renjun to stay with him. When he takes you to stay at a friend’s house, you have an unexpected guest.

Previous parts: 1, 2

“Renjun, what happened to your face?” you ask as you run your fingers over his bruises softly. “Junnie, who did this? Is that Mark kid, I swear imma give a piece of my mind when I see him.”

“Haha, Y/N you’re cute when you worry about me but Imma ask for you not to worry just this once. I just uh... fell,” he lies with a cheeky grin.

“Oh and you really expect me to believe that? Why can’t you just tell me the truth Junnie? I understand that you couldn’t blurt everything about what happened to Jaemin but I’ve known you since we were 2, sure we haven’t really talked for like what, 3 years? But that shouldn’t change the bond and trust we shared for all those years. Look I don’t know what kinda friends you have now or the shit they do but guess what? I’m back and you can confine in me because shit I know you, I know when I have to worry about something. And your cute ass can bet that I’m gunna worry about you when you show up with a fuckin bruise on your face. So tell me what’s really going on here?” you say, holding his hands and looking at him, never wavering your eye contact.

His expression hardens, “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t do that and besides class is gunna start so...”

“Whatever, I will have you tell me one day because I can’t continue to be your friend if you’re not being honest with me so...”

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“Today I’ll be assigning a group essay, you’ll be free to choose your topic from one of the given options however I’ll be choosing your groups. In the first group over here, we have Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Y/N, and Renjun. You guys can go ahead and move now. Ok the next group, we have-” your English teacher drones on.

You pack up your stuff hastily and move into the area your teacher directed you to go.

“Ugh I don't wanna work with him/her, he/she’s hella annoying Jeno. Why do you even like him/her so much?” you hear Haechan muttering to Jeno.

“Shut up, you complain too much, just go with it and besides you’re not the only one who’s gunna have trouble getting along with the group. We got grouped up with those two, if Y/N wasn’t here I don’t know what we would’ve done honestly.”

“Yea true, but what can we do now?”

“Um, hey guys. I think we should just go join the other two,” you say hesitantly as you sling your arm around Haechan, who had a very disapproving look on his face. As you three sit down, you can immediately feel the tension between your two separate friend groups. The intense stare-off were starting to get to you so you decide to be one to speak up. “Ahem so uh, does anyone have any preference on the essay topic or-”

“You can just choose whatever, it really doesn’t matter, they’re all boring,” Haechan speaks out boredly as he looks at his nails.

“Um actually I’m interested in the one about solar power, what do you think?” Jaemin squeaks softly.

“Yea, I actually like that one too,” Jeno agrees, nodding as he glances at Jaemin.

“Yea, that one is alright,” Renjun adds in.

“Ok cool, that went smoothly. Um let’s brainstorm now, I don’t know what we’re supposed to be doing after that,” you nervously ramble.

“Yo, what happened to yo guys’ face? Your boy/girlfriends don't like you or somethin?” Hae asks abruptly.

“Hae! Don’t say that!” you exclaim.

“He just asked a simple question Y/N, you don’t need to get upset,” Jeno states quickly.

“You don’t-” you start.

“Y/N,” Renjun says softly as he places a hand on your shoulder. “It’s ok, haha we love to play rough so that’s why we look like this.”

“But-” you go off again but Renjun silences you by giving you a sharp glare.

“Haha yup, Renjun has always been like this,” you lie with a smile as you lightly punch Renjun.

“Well then,” Haechan says simply.

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As usual, you make your way to meet Renjun after school but this time you were alert and ready to see who would come calling his name today.

So far everything looked alright so you greet your close friend with a comforting hug before sitting down. “So I was thinking, it’s a Friday night and it’s been a long week so do you-” you get cut off by your phone going off. “Oh I gotta take this I’ll be right back,” you say as you walk away to answer your call.

As you find a quiet place to carry your conversation, Jeno suddenly finds Renjun sitting under the shade and he decides to go over to join him.

“Hey Renjun! I want you to drop Y/N.” Jeno boldly challenges as he swiftly walks towards to him. “We both know damn well that he/she can only be with one gang, yours or mine. So I want to you leave him/her because unlike you, I can introduce her to all my friends. Oh wait. I already did that, and we all agree that we want him/her to continue to be our friend so drop him/her.”

Renjun scoffs, “Are you really that dumb to think I’d give up my close friend that I’ve known since we were barely learning to talk just because I can’t introduce him/her to my gang? Wow, nice try buddy, it ain’t happening.”

“Why don't we just ask Y/N him/herself since he/she is coming back,” Jeno asks as he points to you. You come running towards Renjun and crash into his arms so you sob into his chest.

“Whoa what happened,” Renjun asks promptly as he rubs your back reassuringly.

“My.... arrested,” you sniffle.

“What did you say Y/N?” Jeno asks this time as he comes closer to turn you around to face him gently. You sob into your hands as you explain again, “My.. dad got...arrested.”

Both, Jeno and Renjun’s eyes go wide with shock and Jeno pulls you into a tight hug and smooths down your hair and you begin to cry harder. “Shh, we’ll figure something out Y/N. Do you know what happened?” Jeno asks.

You shake your head frantically and you pull yourself away from Jeno’s warm embrace to talk to Renjun. “Can I stay with you tonight? I can’t sleep at home all alone and you are the only one I know and trust.”

“Of course, my parents and I will take good care of you,” Renjun reassures.

You sniffle as you manage a weak smile, “Thank you Junnie.” You face Jeno to give a hug as you say, “Bye Jeno, I’ll see you Monday hopefully. I’m sorry you had to see me like this, I just met you and-”

“Hey don’t worry about it, this came up unexpectedly. Go, Renjun will treat you well. I’m sorry about what happened to your dad, hopefully you’ll be able to find out what happened to him. Bye Y/N.” Jeno consoles.

You smile frailly again as you wave lightly to Jeno as you and Renjun head home.

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“Hey is it ok to stop by a friend’s house, you can rest there for however long you need and I know they won’t mind,” Renjun suggests.

You just nod feebly as you follow Renjun towards a small two-story house. Even from outside you could hear the utter chaos from within but it was nothing like the ‘good’ chaos you experienced yesterday. When Renjun opens the door and you step foot inside, everything suddenly goes deathly quiet as everyone’s eyes were on you, silently judging you.

A tall, lanky guy lurks in the corner with a can of Redbull in hand as he asks dauntingly, “So your daddy got arrested huh?”

You furrow your eyebrows as you look at Renjun then back at the giant, “How... how do you know?”

“It’s simple, no one comes here unless their mommy or daddy gets arrested and I know you only got your dad so you put two and two together. Anyways its finally-” Johnny goes on but you cut him off to talk to Renjun.

“Junnie, did... one of your parents.. get.. arrested?” You ask quietly, afraid to hear the answer.

“Oh he didn’t tell you? Both of his folks got locked up and it was pretty romantic the way they did it too huh ‘Junnie’? Anyways, like I was tryna to say before you cut me off, it’s nice to finally meet you. Oh wait, before I show you around, there’s one thing I want you to keep in your pretty little head, no one cuts me off. You only get this freebie but after that you’ll regret it. Ok now that’s done, I suppose you’re gunna be staying here now aren’t you?” the figure asks tauntingly.

“Uhh-” you begin as you hear and see a slim guy with purple-sliverish hair make his way to the living room, where you guys were.

“Johnny, why are you over here acting like a leader? If you wanted to be one so badly then you should done that when Yuta left!” The purple-silver guy spat.

Just then you hear a thunderous knock on the door. Another tall, lean guy with porcelain skin, dark black hair, and large doll-like eyes answers the door and his deep voice calls out with a chuckle, “Doyoung, looks like your best friend is here.”

“Thank you Hansol hyung, but I can clearly see that. Well then, it's been a while Taeyong.” Doyoung smiles malevolently.

Part 4

*wait can we just take a moment to adore and admire this wonderful human that is Ji Hansol like he could ch with his sharp ass dance moves oml have yall SEENNNN the way dances its like he doesn’t have any bones tff, ok thnx for letting me have a moment lol

*shit I'm so sorry this is soo short and soo late but I saw a good cliffhanger and I went with it haha (ny anon this one is a legit baby one bc at least u know whos at the door ya know)

*I promise part 4 is gunna be out tomorrow bc what even is that schedule I made literally just last week and it’ll be much longer and interesting, just think of this as a set up and make sure to bring popcorn and snacks for tomorrow *wink wink* and you’ll probably meet all the reaming members soon (if you ever get confused who’s in which group then you can check out Teaser 1 and the chart should be helpful I'm sry its so blurry :( )

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akaanonymouth · 7 years

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Excerpt from a fic I’ll write one day (or, the one with Berena and Jasia (is that right??))

So I have this idea for a fic that basically follows canon (somewhat) from Bernie’s first appearance, and inextricably merges the Berena/ Bernie arc with Zosia and Jac finally getting together. It’s so intricately planned, but so far, it’s all in my head, and I can’t find a concrete beginning. Little snippets keep coming to me and won’t leave me alone, so Imma just leave them here, safe, until I can fuse them together in something vaguely resembling a story.

When he hears the door slamming shut, Ollie stiffens, and closes his eyes for a moment, trying to gather some equilibrium. He can feel eyes on him, but no one comes closer, so after a moment, he pushes himself up from the railing and turns. “Dr. Valentine,” Bernie nods with a small smile, and though his heart plummets a little, he manages a lopsided grin, resting his back against the barrier. “Ms. Wolfe,” he nods. She comes closer, leans on the barrier next to him, looking out over the grounds. “Funny, it’s not often I see you up here,” Well, it’s not often that my sometime girlfriend tells me she’s fallen for our consultant, and cites you as a catalyst, he thinks. Opens his mouth and then shakes his head, lets out a whoosh of breath in a quiet, incredulous laugh. “It’s been... a rather funny sort of day,” he offers instead. Laughs quietly again and drags his hand over his face at the fact that it’s just got, incredulously, funnier. Bernie shrugs and snorts. “Yes, I get that feeling.” He turns his head to look at her fully, then. He studies her, completely, and finds himself completely unsurprised at the ease with which Zosia was drawn to the woman. He wants to be angry at the fact that he can’t, really, be angry with her, but he doesn’t quite manage that, either. Just a feeling of resignation. She may have been the one blown up by an IED, but she certainly brought her fair share of shrapnel wounds, as though she was the device itself. She looks up then, and smiles softly through her lashes. “Anything you want to share?” she asks. He looks to the sky, drags his hand once more over his face, debates spilling just a bit of the turmoil roiling in his stomach. Then, he remembers Zosia’s face, her earnest, unflinching honesty and trust. And really, he also doesn’t know where he’d start, where he’d stop, then; needs to work through things by himself before blurring it even further with the influence of the woman who apparently possessed a capacity to turn people’s worlds into the types of Sapphic tangles he thought only existed in soaps. Major Berenice Wolfe, the Oblivious Catalyst. Honestly. He’s grateful for the slight lingering hangover, making his facial features practically glued in a self-pitying expression, so he doesn’t treat her to a mime act of his thoughts. He turns to mirror her pose, leaning on the railing again, looking out over the Holby City expanse. “Maybe one day, when it actually is funny funny, and not just... funny,” he replies eventually. She nods. “All right,” she says, gently, her hand briefly squeezing his with sparkling eyes, and Oliver quite suddenly finds himself having to blink rapidly, finds himself having to resist the urge to bury his head into her hoodie, wind his hands tightly in it, and cry and scream and rage until she made the world right again. Or at least, until mortifying embarrassment takes over and he’s ensured they’ll never be able to make eye contact again.

He coughs, awkwardly. “So, what brings you here?” he asks, brightly, and flinches at his tone. “Ah, well,” Bernie sighs, on the arse end of a deep breath. She shrugs, fiddles with the strings of her hoodie, wrings her hands together so much that Oliver worries she’ll lose a layer of skin. “How do you solve a problem like Serena Campbell?” he offers, eventually, when it seems that Bernie won’t ever find even a single word. Bernie’s eyes snap to his, wide and shocked and worried, and he stares back, kindly, until she goes back to gazing at the horizon, not quite relaxed but at least less arhythmic. “How do you solve a problem like Bernie Wolfe trying not to mess up the wonder that is Serena Campbell, more like,” she answers, with a self-deprecating snort. They stare out in silence for a while. Oliver hasn’t a clue what Bernie is thinking about, could hazard a guess, and this time the irony of their situation makes him laugh out loud. He can’t contain it for half a minute, but manages to sober within another half when Bernie looks at him askance and a little worried. “Is it funny funny already?” she asks, as he wipes at sudden tears that threaten to overwhelm him. He takes a few deep breaths, and waves off her concern. “Tequila hangovers always leave my emotions a bit close to the surface, I’m afraid. Sorry,” She’s shrugging again, and at least keeps her eyes trained straight ahead as he composes himself. “Hey, what happens on the roof stays on the roof. All right?” He nods, and mhm’s, and then bumps her shoulder with his own. “I held your heart in my hands, once upon a time, Ms. Wolfe,” he begins, slowly. Bernie inclines her head, her eyebrows raising. “So you did, Dr. Valentine. Have I neglected to thank you for that, by the way?” She hasn’t, but the post-op, pre-lucid conversation they’d had where Bernie had thanked him isn’t something he wants to revisit right now, is maybe something that he’ll keep to himself unless Bernie specifically asks, and he means specifically a s k s, because really, he’s quite certain that Bernie will never be entirely comfortable sharing that level of intimate conversation with anyone. Well, he’d definitely have said so before Serena.... which brings him back to her Serena Campbell statement. He waves off her question with a noncommittal hand. “I held your heart in my hands, Ms. Wolfe,” he repeats, and brings his hand down to rest on hers, squeezing hard before releasing it. “And, you know what, I reckon that there was a Serena Campbell-shaped shadow lurking there before you even knew her name.” They manage about five seconds of eye contact before Bernie bursts out laughing. “Oliver Valentine, you incurable romantic,” she honks, fondly. Oliver-inside-Oliver’s-head jumps up and down, wildly waving his hand in the air. Cured! Oliver bats him away. “No, no, I’m serious. Look, if I can be so blunt; it seems to me that there’s never been a conflagration of events in your life that have allowed you to be completely happy. So you don’t know how to allow yourself. Serena Campbell is....” Oliver expels an appreciative noise. “... Is exceptional, and vulnerable, and open, and knows exactly what she wants. And she wants you. So maybe it’s time to stop thinking of yourself, and your life, as the problem, and maybe time to start living it as though you’re the solution. Stop living in the what ifs and could be’s, and just... live?” He shrugs, again. He’s never been all that good at advice, especially about love, and especially today. But he’s surprised at the fierceness with which he wants Bernie to just... be brave. Wants Ms Campbell to be just as happy. He rolls his eyes at himself; maybe Zosia’s turned him into a lesbian. Rolls his eyes again. Shortly, just before he starts to squirm, Bernie side-eyes him, and smirks. “Brilliantly talented and attractive,” she murmurs. Oliver frowns. “I’m sorry?” Bernie stands up straight, stretches out her arms and then rests her hip lightly against the barrier. “When you described Serena. You missed out ‘brilliantly talented and attractive,” she elaborated. “She wouldn’t be happy,” Oliver holds up his hands in mock surrender. “In any retelling of this conversation, please let it be known, that I took the statement as a given,” Bernie nodded vehemently. “I definitely heard it in there, if she ever asks.” They share a chuckle, then pull out their phones, and sigh, almost simultaneously. “Once more into the breach,” Bernie mutters. They reach the door, and Oliver just knows that Bernie, the heathen, is about to actually run down the stairs. She winks subtly as she passes him holding the door. “Thank you, Oliver. Anytime I can repay the favour...” He nods in gratitude, wondering, really, how that conversation could ever go, decided that maybe, one day, after two to many tequilas, maybe. “Ms. Wolfe!” he calls, just before she breaks into a trot. He shrinks back a bit when she stops and pins him with an expectant look, and blushes profusely. “Just... umm... just... trust your heart, ok? It’s a good one.” She salutes him, seriously, before carrying on on her way. He stands for a few seconds, shaking his head at himself. Funny, funny, completely ludicrous, day.

#berena #Bernie Wolfe #oliver valentine #fanfic #jac x zosia #holby city #yeah they're all gay why not

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ingloriousfanfics-blog · 7 years

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One Month - Ch 4

SHIP: hardenshipping WORD COUNT: 1,672 RATING: E for everyone, not much exciting here, folks FANDOM: pokemon / omega ruby & alpha sapphire ONE-SHOT/MULTICHAPTERED: this is CHAPTER FOUR, you can find chapter three here!

SUMMARY: as per his promise, archie takes maxie home to pick up his clothes for the rest of his month-long torture session of being wooed.

stay tuned to my patreon for chapter five, which will be released a week early before it will be on tumblr!

“Man, THIS is where you live?” Maxie tried his best not to mind Archie’s flabbergasted look, and tried even harder to not get furious when he tromped on in without taking off his shoes.

”Shoes are off when you are on the hardwood,” came his terse reply, removing his coat and hanging it up in the entry closet. ”Whoops, sorry. But can ya blame me for bein’ surprised? When ya said ya lived down here, I didn’t think ya were this fancy.”

Archie paused in slipping off his shoes and putting them next to Maxie’s, offering him a sheepish smile. ”No offense.” ”None taken. While Magma is a non-profit organization, I have accumulated enough funds to be able to live like this, yes.” A penthouse in Slateport was no laughing matter, given the high tourism and the even higher rate of owning any property within it. Despite his mild irritation at how loud Archie was being about it, he could not deny the note of pride in taking him off guard.

”Man, yer even fond of red here, huh?” Maxie fought not to roll his eyes, stepping past Archie and navigating to the hallway to the bedrooms. ”We aren’t here to discuss my sense of style. We’re here to pack some clothes.” From surveying Maxie’s flatscreen and the dog bed situated in the corner, Archie was quick to whip around and trot after Maxie’s heels like an excited puppy, peering down the hall, and admiring the art pieces of Mt. Chimney on the wall. ”Did you paint these?” ”No. I bought them.” ”Huh. I always thought ya would be th’ paintin’ type. Guess I’ll scratch that off the list.” Pausing outside of his bedroom door, hand hovering over the handle, Maxie cast back a sharp glare, to which Archie froze. ”Can you not stay out in the living room?” Promptly melting, muscles going lax, Archie gave a short laugh. ”What, ya got some dirty toys ya don’t want me t’ see~?” Making a short noise of disgust with a harsh shake of the head, Maxie turned back. ”I would just like one moment of privacy, rather than having you breathe down my neck the entire time. Is this how you go about wooing all of your lovers?” That seemed to do the trick, Archie going from playful to mildly insulted, giving a soft huff as he folded his arms over his broad chest. ”Fine then. Imma dig ‘round yer kitchen. Don’t forget to pack yer undies, Max.” With that last, teasing note, he was gone, quick to trot off to the kitchen and likely dig around for some near-spoiled treats lurking in the fridge and cabinets. And Maxie felt all-too-thankful, releasing a breath with a slump of his shoulders, giving himself a moment to relax before letting the door swing open, and stepping in.

His bedroom was exactly as he had left it, perfectly immaculate with the sheets pressed and blankets without a wrinkle. For a moment did he yearn to snuggle up within them, to draw back the soft red curtains and take a nap before he inevitably had to return to the blue hellhole that was Archie’s home. Fingers brushing against the edge of the comforter, idly thinking of the book he had last read under the lamp on his nightstand, a distant crash in the kitchen jolted him from his nostalgia, and brought harsh lines to his peaceful expression.

”Sorry! Didn’t see th’ blender there!” Pinching the bridge of his nose with a low growl, he counted to ten, and then went to his closet to find a bag to put his clothes into.

Ten minutes and fifty four seconds of rummaging through and ranking articles of clothing from least to most important, a wardrobe was made and meticulously stashed away into his bag. Feeling confident that this, combined with the clothes bought from their prior shopping trip, would last him for the remainder of the month---with plenty of washing. Double-checking he had everything he needed from his closet, he was doubly as quick to vanish into the master bathroom, grabbing his toothbrush, toothpaste, and other essential items such as hair conditioner and skin-sensitive soap. Tucking each into the specialized pockets of the bag, slinging it over his shoulder he quietly stepped out of the bedroom.

Pausing for a moment, waiting for some noise from Archie, upon hearing nothing, he frowned. ”It is far too quiet out here---” he started, only to pause, noticing one of the other doors opened. Trying to decide why Archie would have gone in, he pushed it open further, only to freeze. ”Hm?” Archie glanced back, knelt before the small shrine dedicated to his grandparents, and smiled, slowly getting up and smoothing the wrinkles out of his knees. ”Sorry, didn’t mean t’ barge in on ‘em. I was bein’ a snoop, an’ then decided t’ apologize while payin’ my respects.” His smile was sheepish, only to warm when looking back upon the shrine, his eyes gaining a softness that made Maxie uncomfortable in how soothing it felt. ”I am sure they would have appreciated you coming. Likely not the snooping, but my grandfather likely would have found it humorous,” Maxie said, his eyes settling upon the framed photograph of the pair together, smiling into the camera with their hands intertwined. Barely in the shot, he could see red hair, and he hoped Archie hadn’t noticed. ”An’ I think I can safely assume th’ lil scamp tryin’ to pop up from th’ bottom was you?” Was Archie a mind reader in his past life? ”Yes,” he grumbled, stepping over to rearrange one of the vases, his fingers brushing the petals of the flowers in it before nudging it gently so that it was perfectly centered. ”I was no scamp. I was a well-mannered young boy.” ”Ya certainly didn’t get yer grandpa’s sense of humor, that’s for sure.” Clapping Maxie on the shoulder, and giving a hearty laugh at the rosy flush that came to his cheeks, Archie carefully stepped around him and back into the main hall. ”I added water t’ th’ vases. We’ll make sure t’ stop by again t’ give ‘em fresh flowers, too. I know a good shop in Lilycove, an’ they have some lovely ones.”

His hand rested on the doorframe, and the mirth that had once lit up his face returned to that damned softness Maxie despised. It was gentle, kind, and everything he did not want Archie to be. ”Are ya ready?” Oblivious to the fact that he had been openly staring, Maxie cleared his throat and shoved on by. ”Yes. I’ll meet you out front, I have one more thing to be grabbing.” Blinking, as if trying to understand what it may be that Maxie needed, Archie shrugged. ”Sure. We’re gettin’ lunch after this, by the by. I ain’t eatin’ that health crap you got stuffed into your kitchen.” And like that, as if he had never been there (aside from the broken blender Maxie would eventually discover jammed back into a cabinet), he vanished, putting on his shoes and coat and out the door. However, he was all too aware that he would just be waiting outside, likely back to his boisterous, loud self. His ears ached at the thought of enduring any more of his booming voice.

Maxie lingered in the shrine room for a couple seconds longer, wondering what advice his grandparents would be offering him now were they with him, and shut the door. Quickly, he went to the living room, going to his desk in the corner and pulling a pad of paper out of a drawer. Beginning to scrawl a note, he froze when hearing Archie holler. ”What’s takin’ ya so long, Max? Did ya hide th’ thing ya need or somethin’?” ”Be patient,” he snapped back, checking to ensure he hadn’t opened the door, and finishing the note. Hesitating, looking it back over, he stepped back at Archie’s second, impatient noise behind the door, growling as he readjusted his bag. ”I’m coming, I’m coming. You need to learn to be more patient.” Slipping on his shoes and grabbing his coat, with a little bit of adjustment of his bag, he had it on and was out the door. ”I told ya when we came by that you’d get t’ pick where we go,” Archie chirruped, all too chipper now that Maxie was out of the penthouse. He did not seem to notice Maxie pushing his keys back into his pocket without locking the door, looking ahead with thoughts fixated on food.

”Yes, I already have a place in mind,” Maxie sighed, and as they walked away, thought of the restaurant he had already picked out, instead of what he had left behind.

“Leader Maxie?” Door unlocked, mud on the wood flooring… anyone could have taken a swing at any of the number of possibilities of what had happened. Maxie absent for a week from the Magma base, and for his penthouse to be left in this condition when typically so meticulous? Letting the door swing open, the spare key ready to unlock it pushed back into her pocket, Courtney surveyed the main entry, slowly walking in. ”Leader Maxie?” she repeated, voice rising a note higher, glancing down the hall and then into the kitchen, hoping that perhaps he simply hadn’t heard her. Perhaps he had gone back into a drinking spell, and this was simply the result of drunken mindlessness. ”Leader---” His name died in her throat, pausing when seeing Maxie’s unmistakable handwriting on the pad of paper on his desk. Nearly ripping off the top page in her stumbling grab, she quickly steadied herself, face keeping its neutral expression even with her churning stomach. Had he been kidnapped? Was he being held for ransom? Was this a vile act of Team Aqua?

“… Ah.” Rereading the note three times over, ensuring she had captured every detail, Courtney withdrew her PokeNav, dialing Tabitha. ”… We need to talk.”

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