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universestreasures · 2 months

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@shacchou (Plotted Starter)

When she woke up that morning, long white locks flowing behind her as she stretched her arms up towards the sky, Kisara thought today would be like any other. She had a meeting with another potential client wanting her to perform potentially for an event, one where Shiori would do most of the negotiating, while Kisara would offer her input and perform a demo if needed. It was a simple enough process and one she's gotten used to. And even if the client was high profile, like the president of Kaiba Corperation, she didn't feel worried.

At least...not until she stepped out of the car and was met with the sight of statues that caused her heart to race unexpectedly, statues of a dragon that's haunted her dreams for years...

Kisara, ironically, had little knowledge of Duel Monsters. The TCG that swept the world was simply out of her radar, the singer far too busy on tour to pay attention to such developments unless it was necessary for a client. And while her sister told her Kaiba Corperation does develop game technology for that game, she knew little of it beyond the fact it used cards and had monsters and magic as a main selling point. So, she had no idea that the creature carved out in the form of a statue, a creature from her dreams, was a powerful beast in the realm of Duel Monsters.

It isn't until Shiori places a hand on her shoulder that Kisara snaps back to reality, her entire body feeling warm and slightly light headed as she presses a hand to her forehead. Without missing a beat, Shiori then asks one of the Kaiba Corperation staff if her sister can take a short break, playing it off as her being carsick from the ride over here. They soon then are given a private place to sit in the form of one of the unused conference rooms along with some water bottles, Kisara being gently guided to a chair by her sister whose expression conveyed a sense of worry.

"Ki, what's going on?" Her voice is soft and calm just like their mothers. "It isn't like you to zone out when on the job. Are you...not feeling well? Did your breakfast not agree with you? I told you to eat something light!"

"I'm...alright, Shi. I just..." Kisara pauses her speech, wanting to better try and phrase her thoughts properly in her head before saying it outloud. "I know this is going to sound strange, but do you remember when we were younger and I told you I saw...a white dragon in my dreams?"

"Of course, I do. You wouldn't stop talking about it until I helped you fall asleep again."

"Those statues at the front of the building....They're of...that dragon."

"Are you positive..?"

"I'm sure of it. The head, the wings, the body, the eyes...They all are exactly as I saw in my dreams. So, I was just...a little startled, that's all."

"How odd...That dragon is from the Duel Monsters card game, something that wasn't even around when we were kids. 'Blue Eyes White Dragon' I think is it's name. The president of Kaiba Corperation is very fond of them, according to my research. That would explain the statues out front."

"Blue Eyes...White...Dragon..." Kisara says the name slowly as if savoring it on our tounge. Why did that name sound...familar and...nostaligic despite having not heard of it prior to now? She then reaches for one of the water bottles, opening it and drinking from it slowly in an attempt to distract her from this.

It's then that Kisara feels the gentle touch of her sister's hand on her own, giving the younger sister that reassuring smile that helped her through her toughest trials. Shiori always looked out for her ever since they were little, even now as they navigated the complicated world of music. In this moment, she is happy to have her here.

"Alright, let's just take a deep breath and reset. No use dwelling on this when we have a meeting to get to." She then stands to her feet, offering her hand for stability as Kisara soon joins her. "Never a good look to be all flustered in front of a client, right Ki?"

"Right, Shi." She nods before partaking in a short breathing exercise with her sister, one their father taught them at a young age that involved closing their eyes, placing a hand on their stomach, and taking a deep breath in and out. It was simple but effective way for both of them to calm and get refocused. This was a meeting they didn't want to mess up, after all.

Once reccuoperated, both sisters exit the space and inform the employee assisting them that they were ready now. They are then lead to an elevator, one that was to lead straight to their client's personal office. Kisara prepares herself during the ride, taking subtle breathes and giving herself internal verbal affirmations that everything was going to go okay in the end.

As if fate would be that nice...

Following entering the floor, the sisters are led into by another suited man, one of the preident's assistants no doubt. It was after entering the spacious and well-organized office space that Kisara laid her eyes for the first time upon her client. He was tall with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing in a long and stylized coat not too dissimilar to something she'd expect one of her fellow musical colleagues to wear.

Though, it was only after her eyes made the breifest of eye contact with him did her heart start to race and her eyes went blurred for a moment. In that blurrniess she face with a flurry of flashing visions, ones that constantly went on and off as if it were being controlled by a lightswitch. The image of the CEO was interspeced quickly with one of a similiar looking man, one of tanner skin adorned in golden jewelry and an Egyptain looking headress.

That man...she's seen him before, once in a dream from months ago that was different than the others. She remembers seeing him from the back, holding a lifeless women who resembled herself while looking at a stone tablet of...a dragon.

"Y-You..?" The sound is barely audible, but the reaction on her face was not. Kisara looked beyond surprised, as if she had just been spooked by a ghost. Quick to notice her sister's reaction and wanting to cover it up, Shiori stands in front of her sister in attempt to block her from view as she begins the meeting.

"We are beyond greatful to have the opportunity to meet with you today, Mr. Kaiba. My name is Shiori Utahara. I am The Blue-Eyed Maiden's agent as well as her elder sister. A pleasure, truly." She makes a respectful bow then, with the younger Utahara following close behind. The time with her face hidden is used to pull herself back together, Kisara then displaying her usual soft and calm smile upon having stood back up.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Kaiba." Her voice is soft and sweet, but laced with just a hint of unease despite her best efforts. Hopefully, it will not be noticed by their potential client.

"Now, from my understanding, you wish to have The Blue-Eyed Maiden perform for an event relating to your new theme park in America, is that correct?" Shiori continues, getting to the heat of the details as if to further distract from her sister's earlier reaction. "Can you provide us some more details and what type of performance you are looking for? My sister is quite well-versed in various musical styles, you see. She's even prepared to demo a sample or two for you, if you'd prefer that over a recording."

#shacchou #💎 Maiden Treasure (Kisara)#💎 NPC: Maiden's Sister With Eyes Of Blue (Shiori Utahara)#💎 Maiden's Song Of Rebirth (Kisara Modern Verse)#tw long post #(HERE WE GO #(and of course its a novel with establishing context but you know thats me ani LOL #(for my first crack at writing kisara im pretty happy with it <3 of course my portrayal will evolve as things go on.#(anyway i hope you like this! Kisara and her sister already got the sweetest dynamic and the visions are just starting xD

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bellysoupset · 2 years

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ok ok, how about one of the football boys getting sick on the bus on the way to an away game? maybe he's carsick, maybe he ate something sketchy, either way he's not sure he's gonna make it without puking. at first he tries to sleep it off, but everyone's excited and rowdy and he's just feeling worse and worse...

I had toooo much fun typing this lol. Thank you so much for all the asks!

Leo pressed his forehead to the bus' window, praying they'd hit smooth tarmac soon and the vehicle would stop bouncing. They hit another pot hole and the whole bus dipped violently to the left, or at least it felt like such, as he felt his stomach clench with the movement.

To his right, his friends yelled. Lucas and Vince were standing up, the big clowns that they were and pestering every single person. Jonah had been the smarter and sat in the front, to read... Just the simple thought of reading in the bus made Leo's head swim.

He squeezed his eyes shut, then patted uselessly his bag dumped next to him, on the empty seat that should've been Mikey's, but Michael was now... It didn't matter. Somewhere. Pretty much everyone had gotten up at a point in the - so far - two hours long trip, and ended up sitting on someone else's place.

He grabbed his water bottle and took a small sip. It didn't help with the nausea, but at least pushed back the thick saliva that kept pooling in his mouth.

The bus swerved again and inertia sent him back against the window, causing Leo to let out a groan and wrap an arm around his stomach. Fuck, he just wanted for the fucking bus driver to do his-

"Yo Casper," Vince said cheekily, sitting next to him and Leo immediately straightened up and pulled his arm away from his nauseous stomach.

Vince, fucking Vince who never got carsick or sympathy sick or well... Anything. The man was like a fortress, built like a tank too. Today he was wearing a muscle top with arm holes so huge that he might as well not be wearing a shirt and he was wearing a snapback turned backwards, keeping all of his raven hair away from his face.

He seemed so bloody happy and chill, it was disgusting, Leo thought with a grimace.

"What?" he snapped sourly and Vince frowned at him.

"What what? You're even whiter than normal, man."

"I'm fine," Leo said through his teeth and he heard as his stomach immediately complained loudly over the lie. Thankfully, the bus was so noisy that Vince couldn't have heard it unless he had his ear pressed to the blonde's stomach.

"Uh-hu," Vince squinted at him, "sure thing. Do you want a beer?"

God.

Leo felt a burp sneak up on him, but he swallowed it down, keeping his face straight. Fuck no, he didn't want a beer.

"I'm just sleepy, go away," he said instead, turning on the seat and shoving his friend off. Vince let out a whine at being shoved off, but his mood couldn't be ruined by Leo acting out and he simply shrugged.

"Fine, your loss," before turning around to yell something at Lucas, starting to cross the bus again.

Leo groaned, planting his forehead back to the glass. The water he had been steadily drinking sloshed inside of him and he felt another burp come up, but this time around he let it through, regretting it as the burp carried with it the taste of his morning cereal.

He tried to sleep, so he wouldn't be such a huge liar, but it seemed like he was fighting a losing fight. The more he stood quiet, the more it seemed his stomach had other plans for him. His belly gurgled again and he felt like burping, but instead he swallowed it down. Not taking chances-

"You," Lucas said, flicking his ear to wake him up in case he was asleep. Leo forced his eyes open again, immediately turning his face away from the window and the bright sun, "look sick."

"Sick of your shit," Leo retorted dryly, "why can't any of you let me sleep?"

Lucas only leveled him with an amused glare, one that said he could read right through the other man. Leo deflated a little bit.

"Please leave me alone, Luke, I don't feel well."

"Yeah, I can tell that," Lucas rolled his eyes, turning around on the seat, knees planted on it. He was so ridiculously tall, he made the whole thing look like a kid's bus.

Leo turned his face away from his friend, now no longer bothering to hide the fact he was feeling really really nauseous, and wrapped his arms around his stomach, lowering his forehead to the seat in front of him. The half curled up position felt better on his head, at least now he had some support, but made his stomach feel even sourer, if possible.

Lucas turned back around, holding a plastic bag inside a plastic bag. He wrinkled it under Leo's nose, "there you go, kiddo."

"I'm older than you," Leo groaned, but took the bag, knowing it was a lost battle. His mouth was watering, "fuck."

"Yeah, fuck," Lucas agreed, thumping his back lightly, "just let it out-"

"Jonah is going to fucking kill me," Leo mumbled, spitting inside the bag. It was a little cloudy, colored by his breakfast. Lucas let out a snort.

"He's got headphones on, he'll never know."

"Oh he'll know," Leo groaned, then gagged and burped again. More frothy spit, "Luke-"

"You're okay, shh-" Lucas said, his voice sounding distant. Leo gagged again and then he let out a muffled "ohgoOd" and buried his face in the bag, his knuckles turning white around the flimsy plastic.

He heaved once dryly, then the next one brought a huge gush of his breakfast. The milk tasted rotten coming up and the chunks of cereal clung to the back of his throat, making him gag harder and puke again and then as he raised his head to try and get some air, his gut clenched again and he threw up once more, nearly missing the bag.

The vomit clung to the inner side and the whole thing was starting to feel heavy and wet and- He burped another gush, letting out a groan. Then spat some more, bunching up the bag in one of his fists, planting the other hand on the seat in front of him.

The whole bus was twirling and he felt so, so dizzy-

"Okay, you done?" Lucas asked, reaching in and Leo shook his head no.

"I'm gon' be sick again."

"Yeah, but now?" His friend asked, completely unbothered by the smell or the vomit clinging to Leo's chin.

"Uh..." Leo gulped down, sniffled and realized tears were clinging to his lashes. His stomach was still churning, his head felt stuffed with cotton, but he felt almost empty... "No- I -" he burped weakly, "don't thin-"

Someone, Vince probably, opened a bag of cheetos.

Leo groaned, "fuck-" and then immediately turned his face back to the bag, vomiting up another gush, this one much more chunky and he choked up on it, coughed and puked again, feeling vomit sting his nose... Lucas thumped his back again, planting his other hand on one of the sides of the bag, as if he was afraid Leo was planning to let go.

He heard the brunette man swear at someone and then a meek "Sorry!" and finally, the smell of cheetos and nausea both receded.

Leo pulled back from the bag, panting, now openly crying. He rubbed the tears away with the back of his hand, sucking in a breath.

"Now I'm done."

"Okay great," Lucas smiled, all puppy like, "let me get rid of this-" he reached for the bag, at the same time that ahead of them, Jonah lowered his headphones and sniffled the air, only to yell.

"DID SOMEONE PUKE?!"

"Told ya," Leo groaned, lowering his head in shame, while Vince yelled back,

"No, the bad smell is because your mouth is too close to your nose, Johnny!"

#leo wagner #sickfic #emeto #emetophilia #carsick #mywriting

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whats-k-popping · 2 years

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I hope I'm not too late to send in some prompts for a drabble! I've been wanting to, but I was reluctant to send something from my account without anon. I'm so glad you turned on anon asks!

If you're still open to writing more drabbles, could you do something with number 11? I was thinking a carsickness scenario. Maybe JK as the sickie and he's confused because he doesn't usually get carsick? Any caretaker!

Thanks for the request, anon. I'm again so sorry that it took me so long to realize that my anon asks weren't on. Hope your not too disappointed that this isn't a drabble by my standards.

Pairing: Namkook - platonic intentions but open interpretation || feat. Yoongi and Jimin

Prompt: "No. I kind of feel like I'm going to throw up."

Words: 2051

Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Illness || Motion Sickness || Vom!iting

Jungkook and Namjoon are in the same car on the way to an award show in the states. They are nominated in a few different categories and Jungkook is practicing his acceptance speech in English. He had written what he wanted to say in Korean and Namjoon had been kind enough to translate it for him. Now it's just a matter of memorizing it. His English has gotten better over the years, so reading it comes easily. Even though he doesn't fully understand what each word means, he trusts that Namjoon was able to capture his emotions in the translation.

"It is a hour," Jungkook reads.

"Honor," Namjoon corrects.

Jungkook scribbles a quick note in his notebook before starting over "It is a honor just to be invited. We are so grateful to ARMY, and to everyone who has supported…" he continues reading what's written.

Namjoon praises Jungkook once he gets the end of the speech, "sounds great, JK. Keep practicing."

So Jungkook goes again. Reading the speech as it's written on the paper. He wants it to sound fluid, not like a paragraph he's memorized in an hour. He wants it to sound authentic, because even though it's not his language, it's his words. It's his raw emotion he wants to share with the world, if they receive the award, anyway.

Jungkook is halfway through his fifth run through when the paper starts to swirl in front of him. The words are turning and rippling on the page. It's making his head spin and his eyes hurt. He clamps them shut, thinking that will make it stop.

"Jungkook, everything okay?" Namjoon's curiosity piqued when the younger stopped reading mid-sentence. He shifts to concern when he notices the maknae squinting.

"I'm fine, just got a little dizzy for a second." He keeps his eyes pinched shut.

Namjoon shoves a protein bar into the maknae's hand. Award shows are stressful times, especially in foreign countries. "Here, eat something." The leader assumes Jungkook's just hungry. They have been eating lighter meals throughout the week in preparation for tonight.

Jungkook leans back against the seat before he opens his eyes. He doesn't trust himself without support at the moment. When he finally opens his eyes, his vision isn't spinning. Everything seems normal. The rhythmic pulsing behind his eyes is gone too.

He's not really hungry, but he thinks the protein might help with the lightheadedness. So he opens it and takes a few bites. "Thanks, hyung." He's truly grateful to share a car with Namjoon. He feels better once he finishes the snack and goes back to memorizing his speech.

But when he looks back at the notebook, it starts again. The lines on the paper make him dizzy, his vision is blurring in and out. Dark spots float across his field of view. The pulsing in his head returns and it's accompanied by a rolling in his stomach.

He closes the notebook and belches, it leaves the familiar taste of the protein bar in his mouth. This has never happened to him before. He assumes he's getting sick. And it's absolutely the worst time for that.

"Hyung, do I have a fever?" Jungkook asks as he leans against the seat, curling an arm around his stomach. He tilts his head a bit toward Namjoon.

Namjoon presses his hand against Jungkook's forehead. It feels normal. "You feel fine to me. Are you okay?" He's again instantly concerned. They're only half an hour away from the venue with no time to make an official statement about anything. This is the worst possible time for Jungkook to fall sick.

Jungkook burps again, "No. I kind of feel like I'm going to throw up." He whimpers at the nausea settling in his stomach.

Namjoon scoots closer to the maknae. He can hear Jungkook's stomach gurgling as he settles himself closer. "You haven't been hiding this have you?" He accuses. Jungkook's not the type to get so sick so suddenly. There's usually a build-up period that the maknae tends to ignore until it's too late. He's been scolded multiple times for it.

But Jungkook shakes his head earnestly. He had been feeling fine. And as stubborn as he can be, he wouldn't risk anything that could taint their image at an American award show. They've worked too hard to be recognized on a global scale. He doesn't want to do anything that might embarrass them. "Honest, hyung. I felt fine until like 5 minutes ago." The maknae burps again followed by a whimper. He doesn't like feeling sick. "Now, I'm just feeling so sick."

Namjoon digs around for a sick bag. The group is full of members who get carsick. They have to have something on hand he can be sick into. He can't have Jungkook ruining his suit. As soon as they arrive, cameras will be pointed in their direction. They can't risk the bad press.

Thankfully, he finds some bags shoved into the pocket in the back of the passenger's seat. He readies it for Jungkook. "Did you eat something bad?"

"Only thing I've eaten today was that protein bar." The statement is punctuated by a sour hiccup. Jungkook holds his head over the bag in expectation. He can feel it won't be long.

And it's not. The car hits a particularly nasty pot hole and the jolt forces everything out of Jungkook. First comes the protein bar. Then it's watery and swirled with bile. A third heave is pure unsettled acid. Burning, putrid acid that stings his nose when he tries to breathe.

He spits out the chunks left in his mouth and rinses it as best as he can in the back of a moving vehicle. He ties off the bag and leans back in the seat, hands on his stomach.

"Feel better?" Namjoon asks tenderly, placing a hand on the maknae's knee and squeezing lightly.

He doesn't know if better is the right word. He feels empty. He feels his nausea with less urgency. But there's still a lingering unwellness. There's still the feeling that if he could throw up more, he would. And the vibrations of the vehicle are doing nothing to help it. So Jungkook just shrugs and closes his eyes. He wills the world to stop moving.

The leader just wants to know if Jungkook will be okay. He pulls out his phone, intending to call a manager. But by instinct he rings Yoongi. Thankfully, the older rapper answers quickly.

He doesn't let Yoongi get a word in, "Hyung, Jungkook's getting sick." He hurries out, "like he's throwing up. What should I do?"

"He seemed fine at the hotel," Jimin's worried voice fills his ear. It sounds distant. He assumes he's on speaker. So Namjoon puts his phone on speaker too. Maybe if Jungkook hears the comforting words of his hyungs, he'll feel better.

"He was fine earlier too. Then he started feeling dizzy and lightheaded while he was studying his speech." Namjoon explains. "Then he started puking."

"Does he have a fever or anything?" Yoongi asks, trying to narrow down the possibilities.

"None," Namjoon supplies quickly.

There's some whispering on the other line. Jungkook knows they're talking about him. Finally, Yoongi talks into the phone, "He might be carsick."

Jungkook's offended by the very idea. He doesn't want to join the conversation, still focused on calming his roiling stomach. But he won't stand for that diagnosis. He has a stomach of steel. Jeon Jungkook doesn't get sick from simple car rides. "I don't-" He's cut off by a particularly sour belch, "I don't get carsick."

"There's a first time for everything, Kookie." Jimin replies; Jungkook groans.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of." Yoongi adds, "Jimin and I get carsick sometimes, too."

"And Hobi-hyung too. He gets motion sick a lot." Jimin adds, trying to console the stubborn maknae.

Jungkook continues to fight the diagnosis. But cogs turn in Namjoon head and he doesn't disagree with the possibility that it is just a case of motion sickness. Thinking back, he realizes it all started when Jungkook was looking through his notebook. Namjoon knows he can't read in the car because it makes him dizzy. Maybe Jungkook has the same problem.

But he knows it's useless to argue with Jungkook. So he decides to test the theory. "Jungkook-ah," he addresses the maknae. Jungkook looks at him. He picks up the notebook and asks Jungkook to read his speech.

It hardly seems like the time to practice the speech. He's not even sure he'll be able to sit through the award show. But he does what he's told. He swipes the notebook and turns to the page his speech is written on. But when he looks down at the words, the various letters swim through his vision. He can't focus enough to see where one word ends and another begins. It makes his stomach flip and churn in a sickly way.

There's a wet belch that Jungkook tries to stifle. But Namjoon hears it and grabs a second sick bag. He hands it to Jungkook just in time for him to be sick. Jimin and Yoongi are still on speaker. They can hear every retch. Jimin's cooing in sympathy.

Namjoon is comforting him physically while the voices on the phone provide moral support. "It's the reading." Namjoon concludes, "you can't read in the car. It's making you nauseous."

There's nothing left in him to vomit. Every heave is dry and tight, squeezing his abdomen in the most uncomfortable way. When Jungkook lifts his head, he wipes away a tear of effort. "How do I make it stop?" He's not even fighting the diagnosis anymore.

"Put a window down," Jimin supplies his go to cure for motion sickness, "get some fresh air."

"Lay down, try to rest." Yoongi adds his, "and don't look at any words."

"I have some motion sickness medicine with me. I can give you some when we meet up." Jimin notes.

"Won't that be too late?" Namjoon adds, "he's already sick. And we won't be moving in the theater."

"It'll be better than nothing. We can get him something to eat too. But not until he's out of the car. Don't let him eat anything while he's still feeling sick." Yoongi advises, "how long until you guys arrive?"

"About 20 minutes probably." Namjoon checks the driver's GPS.

"Okay, have Jungkook rest until then. Call a manager and have the driver drop you off in the back. Jimin and I will meet you there and get his stomach settled. Then we can go back around for an official entrance." Yoongi plans. He's so good at it, so calm and collected. Namjoon sometimes wonders why he isn't the leader. Yoongi always excels in handling unexpected situations.

"Okay, hyung. Thanks." He disconnects the call. They can't put the windows all the way down; they are in a public city. But Namjoon cracks them just to circulate some fresh air. Then he maneuvers the maknae to rest his head on his lap.

Jungkook slips easily into his hyung's lap, keeping his eyes closed and smoothing a hand over his stomach. He's not reading anymore. He thinks it should stop hurting. He wants it to stop hurting.

Namjoon has his phone in one hand, working out arrangements with a manager. The other hand finds Jungkook's stomach and helps to rub out the new cramps. Jungkook lets out a grateful moan at Namjoon's efforts. He's starting to feel better already, steadily breathing in the cool air.

His nausea is almost gone by the time they make it to the venue. As promised, Jimin and Yoongi are waiting and ready to help him when he gets there. There's a quick meal and medicine and lots of support. He touches up his hair and make-up before the hour of them make an entrance. Taehyung, Seokjin, and Hoseok are waiting for them at the media wall for group photos. Namjoon will fill them later.

The rest of the night goes smoothly. Jungkook's back to 100% in time for them to accept their award. Unfortunately, all he can do is provide overused scripted responses that he has long since memorized and casual shout outs to ARMY. But he resolves to just post his speech on Weverse later. Once he's back at the hotel, of course.

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A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

#bts #bts sickfic #sick!Jungkook #caretaker!Namjoon #slight caretaker!yoongi #slight caretaker!jimin #bts canonverse #namkook #bts emeto #bts carsickness #motion sickness #tw emeto #tw vomit #aki sickfic #aki writes #aki requests

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hyperiongremlin · 1 year

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Modern au chapter 5 is up

Hi! I stayed up all night writing this one, I think it’s the longest chapter of the fic so far. This chapter does contain some triggering content including: the aftermath of r*pe, blood, injury, and discussion of trans bodies.

because of that content I can only post a sliver here so you will have to read the rest on ao3.

Link is as always: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37983421/chapters/109687444

“You want shotgun or you wanna sit in the back? Up to you cupcake,” Jack said. Rhys considered for a moment, on one hand the back felt safer, more secluded from outside, on the other hand, Rhys would probably get carsick if he sat in the back.

“Uh front I guess, I’m probably gonna bleed on your expensive seat though” he said, stumbling to the passenger side.

“It’s fine kitten, I’ll get it cleaned later,” Jack said. Tim took the back seat as Jack slid into the driver’s seat.

“Word of warning, he kinda treats the speed limit as a speed suggestion,” Tim said from the back. Rhys laughed a bit.

“The tickets here are so expensive though… how have you not gotten caught?” Rhys asked. Tim snorted and Jack chuckled.

“Oh Rhysie, I’m to much of a badass to get pulled over,” Jack said. Then he floored it, ripping through the residential streets.

“So where’re we going again? I thought we were headed to your place,” Rhys said.

“We are, don’t worry you’re pretty head over it,” Jack said. Rhys blushed. All of Jack’s cute nicknames and sweet talk made him feel something in his chest. As the trio left the city, Rhys’ curiosity flared up again.

“Wow I didn’t think there was anything out here honestly,” Rhys said, well there was one thing out here, the giant blurred out patch on ECHOmaps. A lot had been speculated about that patch but nothing ever confirmed. Military compound maybe? A secret corporate research site? It had long been the subject of workplace rumors. Vaughn, his friend who worked at Hyperion, swore it had something to do with the mysterious CEO of the engineering giant. For his part, Rhys didn’t really care, so long as the car didn’t bump into any escaped experiments on the way to Jack and Tim’s place.

“Long commute haha, what’s it been? 30 minutes?” Rhys said, trying to make light of the situation.

“Oh absolutely, I mean, Timtams how many miles you got on that truck now?” Jack said, flicking the turn signal and turning onto a side road that Rhys hadn’t even noticed.

“Oh man, gotta be a few hundred thousand by now,” Tim said.

“Man, I drive… well drove, s’pose i’ll be finding a new place again, like 10 minutes to work.,” Rhys said, the realization of his impending move coiling around his lungs and splashing in his stomach. He idly gazed out the window and into the thick trees surrounding them. Where were they?

“So Rhys, you’re always talking about work, how’s that going for you?” Tim asked. It was clear he was trying to distract Rhys but Rhys indulged him.

“Oh you know, the same old, one of our board members flipped the fuck out over that challenge from Hyperion, now everyone’s on damage control. It’s really interfering with my attempts to get promoted,” Rhys said.

“Haha classic Atlas, they have their heads so far up their own asses they can’t feel when progress slaps ‘em in the face,'' Jack said, laughing. It was odd that a finance teacher would not only know so much about Atlas’ ineptitude when the Atlas pr team worked so hard to keep the companies fuck ups a secret, but also that he would even take an interest in the tech world. Rhys, wondering how this had never come up when he talked about work before, decided to pry.

“I mean all the tech world is talking about is how ballsy Hyperion is getting, this Handsome Jack guy set the entire industry on its head, what was it 11 years ago, and…” Rhys started.

“12, kitten, 12 years ago,” Jack corrected.

“Right.. But uh he’s just gotten more and more confident these past years, what do you think about that?” Rhys finished.

“Ho boy, you wanna talk about Handsome Jack, baby? Handsome Jack is the best goddamn thing to happen to Hyperion in all of company history, I mean I’m not sure how much you know about Hyperion stock and earnings and that shit but, it’s frickin’ DOMINATING the market right now,” Jack’s voice rose a bit as he got excited.

“Haha, yeah my friend Vaughn tried to explain all of that to me last time we had movie night but I was sorta too busy trying to watch The Lake, great movie by the way, really fucking scary,” Rhys said.

“Jack… I know you want to keep talking but we need to get Rhys inside,” Tim said, before Jack could chatter on about his corporate hyperfixation. That was something Tim had taught him about when Violet had been diagnosed with ADHD, though for Violet it was unicorns, not the politics of capitalism. Rhys’ thoughts speculating about Jack’s possible ADHD were cut short as he looked out the window. He hadn’t noticed but they were now inside some sort of large structure, filled with cars. Rhys nearly face palmed when he realized that a large structure with cars was a garage.

“I thought you said no hospital,” Rhys said, his voice wavering slightly. His friends wouldn’t lie to him, there had to be some other explanation.

“It’s all good, no one lied, this is just our stupidly large garage where Jack keeps his ridiculous amount of cars,” Tim said, as if that were a perfectly normal thing to say.

“Uh, what? Jack, how can you afford this?” Rhys asked, looking around at the dozens of slumbering vehicles.

#Rhackothy #fic #fanfic #gremlin content #oc #rhys strongfork #handsome jack #timothy lawrence #longfic #hurt comfort #golden threads to a shattered heart

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hqcult · 3 years

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21ST ## the miya twins

you visit hyogo to celebrate your 21st birthday with your extended family. you met atsumu and osamu, who were oh so excited to meet you.

. tw manipulation, pseudo-incest, noncon, cunnilingus, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mindbreak, implied double penetration, dark content . wc 4.3k

looking back, the twins are good fucking actors. they deserve some oscar-level award with how much they smiled those sweet honey smiles and lured you into a sense of security before baring their fangs and pulling you down to hell with them. but they never would’ve gotten the chance to act if you hadn’t been there as their audience. so, the truth remains the same—this is all your fault. you never should’ve insisted coming to hyōgo in the first place.

ever since getting adopted at the tender age of thirteen and moving to tokyo, you’ve seen everything there is to see, ate at every restaurant with a 5-star review on google. you’ve done them all at least thrice by now and it’s getting boring.

so, when your adoptive father had jokingly talked about coming to hyōgo to meet your extended family for your 21st birthday, you perked up in your seat and your eyes twinkled like stars.

your mom didn’t want to go at first, of course, claiming you’ll get carsick but your parents eventually gave in after seeing the pleading look in your eyes and the genuine excitement in your stance.

long story short, you did end up getting carsick. quite a few times too, actually. but you were already driving along the expressway and your mom’s sister was already expecting the three of you. so, naturally, you guys pushed through, your dad making sure he drove as smoothly as possible in order not to trigger another barfing session from you.

it was twilight by the time your dad pulled up on his sister-in-law’s driveway and the first you see were two identical faces—twins? for step-cousins? well, now that was something. you’ve never really met twins before so it was a whole new experience and it excited you greatly.

not to mention how you and atsumu instantly hit it off, your personalities aligning. yet when you sat next to osamu during dinner, the younger twin found it wasn’t as hard talking to you compared to his brother. in fact, he found it interesting how easy it was to converse with you, the words flowing out his lips. you were just so painfully compatible with them that why oh why did the universe have to make you their half-cousin?

the shift in their behavior wasn’t at all gradual but can you really blame them? you were such a good daughter, such a beauty. and they guess the whole ‘pseudo-incest’ taboo thing amplified your appeal all the more.

well, at least in their defense, atsumu and osamu genuinely wanted to get to know their new cousin in the most innocent, platonic way and not this weird thing they’re feeling right now. but you were so damn irresistible that they couldn’t keep their feelings in check.

how kind of ‘samu to grab the coffee container at the topmost shelf for you during breakfast, not knowing he purposely puts it there every night so he can “accidentally” rub his morning wood against your ass.

your ‘tsumtsum is such an angel when he doesn’t hesitate to take off his outerwear and lends it to you whenever you forget yours, not knowing he snatches them from the laundry basket and leaving you no choice but to use his. the sweet scent you leave on the jacket is enough to throw him off the edge and have him climaxing as he fucked his own hand.

nobody noticed, everyone was distracted by their achievements at such a young age. all their mom had to say is how osamu yet again made it to dean’s lister or how atsumu got scouted for a national team.

your mom and dad didn’t notice, lost in the daydream of always wanting to have their own son only to end up with you. blinded of their dazzle that the rotten pieces of them were fully camouflaged by the glow.

it all came to a peak when the twins were pulling all-nighter playing games like always.

atsumu needed to use the restroom, and just as he’s passing by your door, he heard a questionable sound that made him stop, frozen and unbelieving.

carefully, he tiptoes closer to place his ear against your door, praying to whomever that the floorboards don’t creak and disrupt whatever you’re doing. silence, seconds of it. then click, a switch turning on, he hears low vibration and a shaky whimper, a slick sound that reminded him of—

you were touching yourself.

holy fucking crap.

atsumu can only stare at the door with a knowing curl in his lips as he quickly pushes down his boxers. the risk of getting caught masturbating so out in the open making all the blood rush south.

“guess yer not as innocent as i thought ya were,” he mutters, spitting on his palm before wrapping it around his dick.

he shut his eyes close, clinging desperately into the imagination of how it would feel like to fuck your cunny instead of his hand. how the view would be like as he forces your legs up and into a mating press as he rutted his hips into you. at least you were loud, the moans he can hear as clear as day and he’s thankful he needn’t depend on his imagination anymore like all the other times.

you better be fucking thankful that the rest of the rooms were downstairs or else your parents and their mom would’ve heard by now. eh, atsumu didn’t mind. he got off on the risque idea of getting caught in the act.

when your pitch grows whinier and he hears your quick rufflings on the bed, he knows you’re close. he can hear the frantic and changing levels of the vibrator as you fucked it into your walls.

“fuck,” he hissed, the mental image of you masturbating and putting on a show for him making him teeter over the edge.

he grunts, low and animalistic, as spurts of his cum stains his hands and the floor. he didn’t care. he pumped himself through his orgasm and it was the best he’s ever got in a while. who knew all he needed to hear was his little step-cousin lewdly touching herself? naughty, naughty girl.

when he heard your panting after cumming against your little toy, he took his cue and speed-walked towards his and osamu’s bedroom to get a cloth he’ll use to clean the front of your door. but just as he caught you in the act, he caught his own brother red-handed, too.

the tiny specks of cum on the wall where osamu stood is a ghastly sight but atsumu couldn’t care less.

silently, the twins exchanged a knowing glance.

“ya heard ‘er too?”

someone knocks on your bedroom door on the eve of your birthday.

osamu was tasked to wake you up while atsumu started the car. you didn’t respond. were you… he slowly opens the door, he spots you immediately in the bundle of blankets atop your bed. when he stalks closer, you looked so cozy that osamu almost got tempted to ditch the idiot and come snuggle with you under the blankets instead.

but he has two heads and the one he’s using to think is located south.

he wakes you up with a gentle shake on the shoulder. “‘samu?” you mutter, voice low and croaky from your deep sleep when you see a blurry tousle of gray hair.

“let’s do a countdown for yer birthday, angel. come on, put on a jacket. ‘tsumu’s already startin’ up the car.”

osamu’s blunt nails dug half-moon crescents into his palms as he saw your tiny pajama shorts and the slip top when you shoved the blankets away. he swore his palms would’ve bled, especially after seeing you bending over to look for a hoodie inside your luggage.

he stared so openly, it was almost predatory in a sense.

as you scamper down the stairs with the younger twin’s hands dangerously grazing the top of your rear, you thought it’s plain old protective ‘samu being worried you’ll make a misstep and break your neck.

“where’s everybody?”

“just us three, angel. ‘lil cousin bonding before yer big party tonight, y’know?”

you giggled. how sweet, you thought.

you didn’t sense a thing. didn’t see a single red flag even if it was being waved across your face like what they do in bullfights. osamu felt a little sorry for how they’re blatantly manipulating you but it’s too late to back out now, much less let the guilt eat up his insides. he shouldn’t be a hypocrite considering he jacked off to your moans, too, that night.

he’s really no different than atsumu and it’s a tough pill to swallow.

“shotgun!”

it wasn’t osamu that stops you, but atsumu, from scampering into the front seat. the older twin quickly locks the door before lowering down the passenger side’s window.

“nuh-uh, birthday girl. ya can’t sit here or the surprise’ll be ruined!”

you grumble, frowning as you scoot yourself in the backseat of the car. atsumu twists his torso towards the back, asking you to wear the blindfold he’s handing you. it was a little tough with how stubborn you are but ‘tsumu’s just too good with his words.

you drove for thirty minutes before the car pulled up somewhere. the world is tranquil outside, so you couldn’t have driven to the nearest city. your initial guess is a beach, but there were no splashes of water. maybe a cliff-side or a forest?

the car’s ignition turns off and you call out to the twins.

“‘tsumu? ‘samu? where are we? can i take my blindfold off now?”

“just a moment, doll.” there’s an excited lilt to atsumu’s voice and you can’t help but fidget in your seat, feeling the excitement crawling up your spine as you think of what their surprise could be.

you hear them clamber out the car. you scoot closer to the door just as the backseat opens, a silly smile on your face. “you guys didn’t have to do this, you know, but i appreciate it so mu—”

someone tackles you to the seat and the air gets knocked out of your lungs. he’s heavy and you felt the muscles underneath his shirt as you tried to push him away but to no avail—you know it’s a man, it has to be because you felt the broad shoulders and something poking at your thigh. you feel him nosing the side of your neck and his hands crawling under your shirt. his freezing skin against your own is what snapped you out of it.

“atsumu! osamu!” you cried, calling for help.

you inwardly gasped, realizing something. maybe they were hurt! maybe your assaulter had creeped up behind the twins just as they opened the door for you, knocked them out cold, before trying to have their way with you. at the thought of the twins getting hurt, you thrashed, fought, and screamed with newfound fervor.

“couldja calm down and shut yer fucking trap?”

when the blindfold flies away and you see the man straddling you on the backseat of atsumu’s car, how you wished your assaulter had never taken it off.

atsumu had never looked this scary from your point of view, then again he never straddled you like this in the weeks prior. never looked at you like how he’s looking now—there’s clear hunger and lust in those eyes. you’ve seen that look one too many times from boys back in your university when you had your one night stands. but it had all been consensual and you loved them looking at you that way but this is different.

so, so different.

you can’t look at him in the eye, not when he’s staring at you like that. it felt like you’re pushed into a corner, vulnerable and bare even with the clothes you’re wearing.

“please, get off of me.”

“get off ya?” he repeats, mirth in his eyes as he hauls you up to a sitting position. he finally shuts the door behind him. “but i’ve been wantin’ to do this for weeks.”

to further emphasize his point, he grounds his hips against yours, making sure the tip of his already erect cock grazes against the bud of your clit. his boxers and the thin fabric of your shorts isn’t helping. he groans wantonly, angling his hips to do it again until you slipped out from under him and maneuvered your way to the other door.

osamu! osamu will stop him, you thought with teary eyes as atsumu growls and quickly pulls you back by the forearms, your back to his chest as you try to claw your way out of the athlete’s grip.

“‘samu! ‘samu, help me!”

but when the said twin opens the door and slips inside the car with little to no surprise present in his face, a type of fear you’ve never felt before runs up your spine. the look in osamu’s eyes reflected that of his twin’s and with sinking realization, you knew he wasn’t there to help you.

“happy 21st birthday, angel.”

and then he’s ducking down to kiss you. his lips are soft and they moved tenderly, in contrast to the barbaric way they tore at your clothes, the cold making you shiver in your underwear.

dealing with one sick person is enough, but with two, you’re not so sure. you only had two hands, if you pushed osamu away, atsumu would have free access and vice versa. your legs couldn’t move either, thanks to the cramped space of the backseat.

while holding down your hands, atsumu marks every inch of untainted skin he could see as osamu swirls his tongue inside your mouth. you’ve never felt so disgusted and dirty, but above all, betrayed. even if it was a few weeks since you’ve met, you still saw them as family. sure, you weren’t technically blood-related but in the papers it’s a different story.

when osamu pulled away, you averted your eyes but his hand reached up to hold your chin, forcing your eyes to meet. you feel his other hand trailing up your thighs, fingers dangerously close to your clothed sex as he watched you like a fox. he wanted to commit this moment to memory. every twitch and small gasp you make as his cold fingers pinched at your clit and traced your pussy lips.

“staying quiet, princess?” atsumu comments, hands snaking around front to squeeze and grope your breasts over the bra you wore. “ya weren’t like this when i caught ya touchin’ yerself last week.”

your eyes widened. when you tried turning your head to look over your shoulder towards the other twin, osamu shoved two fingers inside you.

your reaction was immediate. the pleasure and pain mixing as a loud gasp escapes your lips. “eyes up front,” he murmurs, the firm hold on your chin going higher to encase your whole jaw.

“oi, ‘samu, didn’t think you’re the possessive type,” atsumu says, teasingly placing his chin on your shoulder as he smiles that lazy smile you know osamu hates. “not that i’m going to lose.”

the older twin slips your bra off just as osamu takes his fingers out to lewdly lick up your slick. he moans, keeping his eyes trained on your horrified face. “sweet. but not wet enough for us, angel.”

“what—no—!”

“let me have a go.”

before you could even react, atsumu’s spinning you around to face him as he shoves your shoulders down. due to the cramped space, your head collides with osamu’s thighs, narrowly missing the tent in his joggers. the weight in his thighs makes the younger twin fidget and squirm as he hastily reaches for your hand, pulling his bottoms down just enough for his cock to spring out. you wince when it hits the side of your face. osamu loved the disgust in your face when he spat at your hand and used it to get himself off as he started stroking his cock.

meanwhile, in one swift motion, atsumu is pulling your panties down and licking a stripe up your cunny, the tip of his tongue prodding at your clit as his hands come up to slap your pussy. “how dare ya be so quiet,” he hisses, sucking harsher on your clit to pull a reaction out of you. “let me hear ya whine and moan, babe. i’m fuckin’ sure as hell my tongue is better than some cheap ass vibrator ya used.”

but your lips are stubbornly sealed as you arched your back. like hell you’d play into their wants and sick fantasies. they were your cousins! forcing you to enjoy this is just downright wrong. and knowing they’ve eavesdropped and silently lusted over you while having those innocent little smiles on their faces… were they not in the least bit guilty for deceiving you? deceiving your parents?

“give ‘er somethin’ bigger. i think she’s askin’ for it.” osamu says, kneading one of your breasts and tweaking your nipples as he continued to pump himself using your hand.

because he lost to rock paper scissors, he’s going to fuck you after atsumu and no matter how furious he was, a deal’s a deal.

like an idea switching inside his head, atsumu falters, staring right at you with sparkles in his eyes before his lips curled into a devious smirk.

“no, no, no,” you scramble, trying to sit up in order to push him away but osamu is quick to pin you down. “atsumu—no—you don’t want to do this, please—!”

“shut it, princess. i know what i want and that’s to fuck yer sweet little cunny right ‘ere,” he mocks by planting a sweet kiss against your lower lips.

“can ya stop with the dirty talk my dick’ll go soft, ya scrub!” osamu hisses, his hands wrapped around yours getting tighter as the lewd sounds of his slick gets louder.

no matter how much osamu denies it, he’s getting off on seeing you squirming under atsumu and god he never thought to have a voyeurism kink but here we are.

atsumu shoves his boxers down and you turn away from glancing down at his cock, osamu had to ruthlessly pull your hair and make you look as you slowly start tearing up. he was bigger than most guys you’ve met in college and you dread the painful stretch it’ll take for him to shove that dick inside you.

“shh, princess. don’tcha worry, yer all prepped to take me.” he scissors your pussy lips, the sticky wetness creating lewd sounds before pushing his stained fingers into your mouth. “hear that? go on and taste yerself.”

he gave you no choice, fingers pushing your tongue down until you obliged to his wishes. from behind you, you hear a low grunt and a pant as osamu throws his head back. he was close, you could tell and you surely didn’t want your face to be near his cock once he cums.

“‘tsumu, god damn it! hurry and fuck ‘er already!”

osamu was close and his mind was clouded. he needed to see you get railed in order for him to teeter towards that delicious edge of pure ecstasy. needed to hear the noises like the ones you made that night.

“i got it, i got it. fuckin’ impatient bastard.”

“atsumu, stop—!”

but he doesn't bother to listen, pushing his cock deep all in a single thrust. you were right. the stretch slightly stings and you bet it would’ve hurt more had he not bothered to suck and lick at your pussy earlier. “it hurts,” you sob, trying to curl in on yourself while keeping atsumu from leaning in.

but your strength is no match for him as he peppers light kisses down your neck, osamu helping with pushing your hair away to expose more skin. “shh, shh,” the faux-blond coos. “it’ll get better, i promise ya. yer gonna love it so let me move, okay?”

“no, wait, take it out, wai—!”

he starts thrusting, timed and rhythmic as his hands reach under your thighs, slightly raising your lower body to meet the angle of his hips. you couldn’t deny that it felt good like he said. the heavenly drag of his dick inside your walls, feeling you squeeze around him just as he nearly pulls out, only to thrust it all back in again. he wanted to keep this “making love” pace as long as he wants but he’s getting irritated but how you still wanted to keep your pretty lips shut.

that’s when you truly felt the vehicle jolting back and forth, brought by the sudden way atsumu manically fucks you like some animal. the change of pace surprised you greatly, choking on your saliva and letting out a pornographic “ah!” as he started railing you in the backseat of his car. you were way past the point of no return as immense pleasure spiked your nerves. all thoughts of somehow fighting their advances being shot out the window.

“that’s it,” atsumu pants, swinging your legs up against your chest to fuck you even deeper. “come on, make some noise, princess. i want people to hear how good i make ya feel even if they’re miles away.”

after all this is over and the lustful haze they forced you under is gone, you’ll regret the way you moaned and groaned and whined like how you’re doing now. embarrassing, how even as atsumu leans closer to kiss you, you don’t push him away. a mess of saliva and sweat mixing as his pace doesn’t relent and the fierce jolts of the car only adds up to your pleasure.

“‘tsumu!” you screamed, one hand holding onto his hair and the other scratching at his back. “i’m close—shit!”

he replies with a moan of his own, drawn out and whiny, feeling your walls suffocating his cock as he continues to drive it in and out with a speed you’ve never experienced with your past rendezvous. perks of being an athlete, you guess. “don’tcha dare fuckin’ cum until i tell ya to or else.”

but that little devil is making it harder for you to obey him as one of his hands snakes in between your bodies to start toying with your clit, drawing firm circles and figure 8’s to draw in that eventual release. “no, no, ‘tsumu don’t!” you tried reaching down but his hand only tugs it back, firmly holding your wrist as he continues his ministrations.

it’s too much. you were feeling it all too much and in the heat of the moment, you forgot everything else—you arch your back and felt your climax crashing over you as your cum steadily makes a mess off the backseat with every thrust atsumu made.

he stops.

his head hangs low, looking at the view of your interconnected bodies before scoffing in disbelief. menacingly, he raises his head to make eye contact with you. “didn’t i fuckin’ tell ya to cum only if i tell ya to cum?”

the faux-blond grabs at your hair, ruthlessly tilting it back as you feel a sticky sensation running down your nether lips. you shake your head, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“but—!”

“i don’t care. i warned ya, didn’t i? so don’t fuckin’ hate me after all this is over.”

suddenly you feel your fight surging through you again like a tidal wave. this is wrong. how dare they do it even after you said no. how dare they do it and make you enjoy it?

“aw, cute. angel’s still got some fight in ‘er left.”

you thrashed against atsumu as soon as he swiftly pulls out of you. he doesn’t even break a sweat while restraining you with his bare hands.

“let me go! you fuckers! i’ll tell—”

“tell who? our parents? this isn’t elementary school, princess. ya get what ya fuckin’ deserve and it’s not our fault ya like swingin’ that pretty ass so much.”

you growl as a retort, attempting to bite atsumu’s hand off as he swiftly spins you around to lay on your stomach. you cringe, feeling your sticky essence against your skin. you didn't have time to feel humiliated, not as you came face to face with osamu’s still erect and angry dick.

you weren’t dumb, you knew why the faux-blond made you face his twins’ way—this is to be your punishment, he said, all the while feeling him scramble about behind you. it wasn’t only ‘til you feel atsumu’s tip prodding at your ass did you realize what’s going to happen.

“go on and give our ‘samu a nice suck, yeah? put on a show and if ya dare use yer teeth, i’ll personally make sure ya regret ever coming to hyōgo.”

you came back at dawn, during the sunrise. it’s glow basking the whole house in a nice orange tint. “what are you guys doing up so early?” your mom asks when she sees the three of you piling in from the front door.

she was too busy rubbing the sleep out of her eyes that she missed everything—the way osamu’s oppressive arm wrapped around your shoulder got tighter, the way atsumu gave you a nasty side eye, and especially the fearful expression on your face.

“no - nothing, mom. they just wanted to have a birthday countdown for me.”

“oh, right! happy 21st, sweetheart.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere hq #yandere atsumu #yandere osamu #yandere miya atsumu #yandere miya osamu #toxichours #(❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) mine ༉‧#yandere atsumu x reader #yandere osamu x reader #yandere miya osamu x reader #yandere miya atsumu x reader #tw yandere #tw noncon #tw exhibitionism #tw:incest #tw voyeurism

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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Taking Chances Ch. 29: Happiest Place on Earth (Vacation/Roadtrip)

AO3

Marinette blinks at her dad, trying to make sense of what he’s saying.

“B, you have a private jet. Why the fuck are we driving?” Jason asks, and Marinette swears his eye twitches.

“I thought it would be nice to do a family vacation the normal way, complete with a road trip.” Her dad says and Marinette frowns. Now? Now is when he decides to be normal?

“Father, we can not all leave. Someone must stay behind to patrol and watch over Gotham. As much as it pains me, I will stay.” Damian says, and Marinette resists the urge to whack him. It wasn’t going to hurt him at all to get to stay, he was doing it on purpose. She wanted to go on vacation with her brothers and dad and Selina, but she also wasn’t sure she wanted to deal with them being so close to her for over fifteen hours in an enclosed vehicle.

“No need. Clark said he would make sure to listen for any extreme trouble, Stephanie and Barbara will still be here, and if all else fails we’ll use the Zeta tubes to get back.” Her dad says, his tone filled with finality. This was serious. He was really going to do this to them.

“Well, I’ll drive the second car. And I call Pix-”

“We don’t need to take two vehicles, Jason. Selina and I went out and bought a new car that will seat all of us perfectly, and there’s plenty of room in the back for luggage.” He says, and Marinette makes eye contact with Damian. His face says ‘fix this’, but all she can do is shrug. There was no way she was going to be able to save all of them from this one. Their dad looked way too determined. Alfred had somehow managed to plan his own trip to England to line up perfectly with their trip, which meant he was saved from the inevitable horror the trip would bring.

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Marinette was willing to bet that her dad had never been on a road trip before. She honestly doubted he’d ever seen a movie with a road trip before, because if he had, they would most definitely not be on one. Even movies with road trips show how awful they are. Sure, the family is smiling by the end, but that’s because they’ve come up with a foolproof murder plan. Marinette frowns and blinks. She’d definitely been spending way too much time with Damian.

She had even tried to convince her dad to use Kaalki, even though he hated magic. In fact, Kaalki had begged as well. But no. So Kaalki was riding in the spare tire shell on the back of the car, unwilling to sit with her brothers for so long. Not that she could blame the Kwami. They were only an hour into the drive (that was scheduled to take fifteen hours and forty five minutes, not including breaks or traffic). She wasn’t too upset with the seating arrangement, but it had been calm so far. Too calm. Her dad and Selina were, of course, in the front. The next row, which also contained bucket seats, had Dick (he claimed one of the seats as the oldest) and Tim (who had to sit there because he got horribly carsick). That meant that she was stuck in the very back, sitting between Damian and Jason. But that was fine, they’d gotten along so far. They could keep it up for another fifteen hours, right?

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They couldn’t even keep it up for another five minutes. Jason reached behind her and whacked Damian, which made him let out a battle cry, one that was way too loud for the car, before turning and attacking Jason again. She wasn’t sure how Tim was still asleep, even with his headphones on, but she supposed it was for the best. She really didn’t want to deal with her brother’s car sickness this early in the trip.

“This family is a fucking nightmare!” Jason yells, kneeing the back of Dick’s seat. Marinette glares at him and his dramatics. He was definitely trying to get their dad to turn the car around and switch to the jet. But Marinette had a feeling that instead of turning around, he’d drive even slower.

“Jay, I love you. But if you don’t stop screaming, they’ll never find your body.” Marinette whispers with a smile. Jason frowns, elbowing her gently.

“What’s wrong with you? I thought you’d be all over this shit.” He says with a huff. Marinette narrows her eyes.

“What, annoying shit?” She whispers snarkily, and Jason blinks. She frowns, until she realizes what she said. “Don’t tell dad!” She begs, latching onto Jason’s arm.

“Bruce!” Jason yells. Marinette yelps and covers his mouth.

“Jason, I am begging you not to do this.” She says, making eye contact with her dad in the rearview mirror and smiling awkwardly. “He was just guessing for, um, uh, I spy!” She yells, sighing in relief as he just nods and turns back to talk to Selina more. She’s about to give Jason an ultimatum, when he licks her hand. She gasps, yanking her hand back and wiping it on her pants with a frown.

“Karma!” Jason declares and Marinette huffs.

“No, it was just gross you mega jerk.” She says.

“Could I have the aux cord?” Dick asks suddenly. Marinette watches amusedly as Jason lunges forward to try and rip the cord from him.

“No, B, why would you give it to him?” He yells, trying to reach it, but unable to because of the seatbelt.

“I think you’re old enough to take turns, Jason. It’s not the end of the world letting Dick use the aux cord.” Dad says, and Dick cheers, plugging the cord into his phone. It’s completely silent for a moment, before ABBA suddenly blasts through the speakers. Marinette turns to Damian, her face stuck in a deadpan expression.

“I know you have a knife. Kill me, please. Or at least stab me badly enough that we have to stop.” She instructs, her eye twitching as Dick starts singing off key.

“If I had two, I would. But I refuse to allow you to escape this hell and leave me to deal with it by myself. If I am stuck here, ukht, then so are you.” Damian says, his tone just as flat.

“Nuh uh. Either all of the resurrected bitches get to die, or none of us do.” Jason pipes up and Marinette sighs.

“Completely unfair, but whatever.” She says, as a horrible thought suddenly crosses her mind. “Oh my god.” She says.

“What?” Damian asks. She pinches the bridge of her nose, and lets out a long breath before looking at her brother sadly.

“We have to drive all the way back, too.” She says, and chaos erupts in the backseat.

---

Jason glares at Bruce in the rearview mirror, waiting for the man to look back and notice him. He finally, finally does, and Jason just grins at Bruce’s responding sigh.

“What?” He asks, and Jason frowns.

“What, can I not just glare at you for no reason?” He asks, snorting at the overly done look on B’s face. “Okay, okay. I was just gonna ask you to stop at the next gas station. I need to walk around, my legs are literally dead.” He says.

“How? I thought Marinette was lying on your legs?” B says and Jason huffs.

“Yeah, she is, but I’m also scrunched up back here because Replacement just had to have the other good seat. I have long legs, B, I’m dying.” Jason says.

“Tt. If you were dying, I would not be forced to hear your voice.” Damian snarks, not even opening his eyes. Jason opens his mouth to argue, but is stopped by a finger raising slowly into the air.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhh.” Pix says before dropping her finger back down and shifting around. Jason just rolls his eyes, trying hard not to smile at his baby sister. Maybe he could wait to walk a little longer. He leans up against the window, letting the soft noises of the car lull him to sleep.

---

Marinette Dupain Cheng was not dressed to impress as she walked into the random McDonalds, somewhere in North Carolina. Her dad had wanted to drive the whole way in one day, so at the last stop before she fell asleep, she’d changed into a pair of leggings, fuzzy socks and one of Jason’s old hoodies. Add in slides and a messy bun that could be mistaken for an abstract art exhibit, and Marinette was not willing to talk to anyone. At least, not until she had some coffee. She’s barely able to order her food before she’s following her brothers to a table in the corner. Sitting in the seat between Tim and Jason, she doesn’t even blink at the oddly stick table. It was six in the morning, the cleanliness of a table wasn’t exactly her number one priority. She narrows her eyes as Dick tries to say something to her, not quite able to comprehend his words. Just as she thinks she’s going to fall asleep on the sticky table, a huge cup is placed in her hands. The smell makes her sigh in relief before she takes a giant swig of the coffee, barely registering how hot it is.

“-nette! God, that was definitely too hot.” Dick says. Marinette blinks, the pain in her mouth finally helping her to register the fact that the coffee was too hot. Way too hot.

“Ouch.” She says quietly, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Kid, you’ve gotta be more careful.” Dick says, passing her another cup. She glances at it wearily and he sighs. “It’s a glass of ice water. It’s gonna feel a lot better than the coffee right now.”

“But, coffee.” She says and Dick gives her a look.

“It’s not going to kill you to drink the water. Now eat up. B wants to get back on the road as soon as possible.” Dick instructs and she groans at the food he passes her.

“You are such a dad.” She mumbles, picking apart the weird hash brown patty he’d passed her, eating small pieces of it.

“I officially hate road trips.” Damian says in a matter-of-fact tone. Marinette glances at him sleepily and grins.

“Just wait til we get to Disney, petit oiseau. That’ll be your own personal hell.” She promises him, snorting at the look on his face. In fact, she doubted any of the family would actually enjoy Disneyworld, given the fact Mar’i and Starfire were off planet again. Well, she knew she would enjoy it. But she doubted her brothers or dad would. Selina would enjoy it, until someone inevitably pisses her off and she steals from them and then gets in a major fight with her dad and- yeah. This was definitely one of her dad’s worst plans ever.

---

Dick insists on taking a family picture at the first rest stop inside Florida. He’s grinning at the palm trees and dolphins painted on the ‘Welcome to Florida’ sign with so much excitement, Marinette almost starts to think that this plan wasn’t awful. Almost. Because three seconds later, Damian is charging at Jason with the katana that he had somehow managed to sneak into the car. Which should have been impossible. She purses her lips as she tries to figure it out, when she sees Kaalki and the wide smile on their face.

“Did you open a portal so that Damian could get his sword and attack Jason?” Marinette asks Kaalki tiredly. She was relieved that her dad had decided they would spend the rest of the day at the hotel (once they finally got there, they were still currently stuck at that stupid welcome sign) instead of trying to go to Disney today. She was exhausted, and right now, the Kwami was not helping.

“I only helped him. He’s so small, and he is your brother, you know.” Kaalki says and Marinette snorts.

“So is the one that he’s currently trying to kill, Kaalki. But okay, sure.” She says, rubbing her face tiredly. She did not have the energy to deal with this right now. She sighs as Jason yells, turning on her heel and rushing after Damian.

“Get the fuck away!” Jason screams at Damian.

“Damian, no, drop the sword! Damian, please!” Marinette yells, rushing after him.

“Todd insists that he’s bunking with me. If he’s dead, I don’t have to worry about that.” Damian calls back, continuing rushing towards Jason. Marinette groans, running faster after him. Apparently, he was excessively crabby when tired. Joy.

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“Do you think I could get away with wearing these all the time?” Dick asks, pointing to the Toy Story themed ears on his head.

“Might make some aspects of life a little hard.” Marinette points out with a grin as she imagines him, in his Nightwing uniform, with Toy Story ears on.

“We’d definitely amuse more villains, that’s for damn sure.” Jason adds with a smirk.

“Like yours are much better.” Dick says with a pout, pointing at Jason’s bright red Lightning McQueen ears.

“At least I’m wearing one of the better Disney characters.” Jason counters, glancing at Tim. Tim just frowns at him, sleep deprivation clear on his face.

“Goofy is one of the original Disney characters, Jason, I will not be accepting criticism.” He says flatly. Marinette giggles.

“What’re you laughing at sparkles?” Tim asks, pointing at the sparkles and huge bow attached to her ears.

“Nothing. Nothing at all, Timmy.” She says with a grin. She glances down at her watch, wondering what’s taking her dad so long. “Mo-Selina, do you think Dad’s alright?” Marinette asks, barely catching herself. She hadn’t asked Selina, or her Dad, if it was okay to call her that. And she didn’t want to be the kid to ruin the vacation. She currently had money on Jason being the one to ruin things, and she didn’t want to self sabotage that bet.

“Oh definitely. He’s probably just having trouble finding the perfect ears. After all, animal ears aren’t really his thing.” Selina teases, giving Marinette’s shoulders a quick squeeze. She grins and leans into her, content as she stands there and watches the door waiting for- yup. That was her dad. Walking out of a store, in public, with Mickey Mouse ears on his head. Oh this is amazing.

“Nice ears, B.” Jason teases and Marinette giggles. Sure, his ears were the most basic out of everyone (just plain black) but it was still hilarious to see her usually serious dad with mouse ears on his head.

“Tt. I cannot believe that you insisted we all wear them.” Damian complains, but Marinette can tell he likes his ears, even if he won’t admit it. They were Stitch themed, which was Damian’s favorite Disney movie. Really, it was one of three that she’d found that he could tolerate.

“I think you all look adorable.” Selina teases, her ears, like Marinette’s, were on a headband rather than a hat. And Selina’s were white with a veil. Marinette adored them.

“Can we please go get some coffee at Friar Nook’s?” Tim asks, looking dead on his feet. She frowns, slightly worried. They’d only been at the park for half an hour and he was already ready to pass out?

“Did you not sleep at all last night?” She asks, her tone slightly teasing but still concerned for him.

“Blame Dick. He snored all. Night. Long.” Tim complains, sighing deeply. Marinette winces.

“Why don’t you switch with Jason? He can sleep through anything.” She suggests.

“Absolutely not.”

“I would rather chew off my own foot.” Tim and Damian speak at the same time, turning to glare at each other before huffing.

“Come on, let’s go do some rides or something.” Dad suggests, and Marinette agrees, trying her best to hype up her brothers. Even though she’d been wary of the trip, and she was still NOT looking forward to the trip back, she could tell her dad wanted this to go well. He was obviously trying to let them have once nice (normal) vacation together. So she was going to do her best to make sure the rest of the trip was as amazing as possible.

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themetaphorgirl · 3 years

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whumptober 2020 alternate #6!

Alternate Prompt #6: ALTERED STATES

Patron Saint. Aaron is used to getting carsick. Alex is not.

(read on AO3) (and please leave a comment!! I’ll love you forever!!)

tw: emetophobia, vomiting

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Aaron Hotchner hated road trips, and he still wasn��t quite sure how he got roped into this one.

Granted, he hadn’t really been given a choice. Every St. Thaddeus student had to visit some kind of museum or cultural landmark and submit a report as part of their end of the year project, and Penelope had gotten it into her head that she wanted to see Fiona the baby hippo at the Cincinnati Zoo. And then JJ mentioned a nearby aquarium, and Emily somehow found out about a haunted schoolhouse, and Spencer kept prattling about the history museum. And before he knew it, the other kids had planned a road trip to Ohio and he was going whether he wanted to go or not. And he definitely didn’t.

He’d always gotten carsick, even when he was a little kid. Especially when he was a little kid. Without fail he would get sick in any car trip longer than thirty minutes. His mother would comfort him every time and reassure him that he’d outgrow it someday. Except now he was sixteen, and he still had to ride shotgun to prevent puking. And sometimes even that didn’t work.

All he could do now was prepare for the worst and hope for the best. The other kids talked about the snacks they were getting for the car ride and what clothes they were going to wear and all the things they were looking forward to doing. Aaron packed himself a bag with motion sickness medicine and gatorade and hoped he wouldn’t need it.

They left for the four-hour road trip long before the sun came up. The nine of them separated into their usual carpooling groups- JJ, Penelope, Derek, and Emily with Dave driving, and James taking Aaron, Alex, and Spencer- and piled into the cars with their backpacks and pillows, all of them still half-asleep.

Spencer was especially cranky as Aaron hoisted him into his booster seat. They’d waited until the last possible second to wake him up; he was still in his pajamas and his hair was wild from sleep. “Why couldn’t we leave later?” he complained. “There’s no proof that leaving early on a car trip makes it any shorter.”

“Well, we have a lot of stuff planned, munchkin,” James said as he packed their bags into the trunk. “The sooner we get there, the sooner we can do the fun things.”

“I don’t want to be in the car, though,” Spencer said. “Can’t we leave just a little bit later?”

“No, Spencer, we’re going to leave now,” Alex said patiently. She’d tied a bandana as a headband to keep her long hair out of her eyes and she carried a tote bag of novels under one arm. “You can sleep in the car.”

“I never sleep in the car,” Spencer whined.

“Oh, that’s definitely a lie,” Aaron said. He gave Spencer his blanket, then tucked another fleece blanket around him to keep him warm. “You’ll be asleep before we even get to the interstate.”

Spencer scowled at him. “No, I’m not tired at all,” he said. “My circadian rhythms were interrupted. My sleep patterns are all messed up now since you guys woke me up so early.”

“You can go to bed early tonight and sleep in tomorrow morning,” James suggested.

“That’s not how a sleep debt works!” Spencer protested. He huffed in irritation. “Hotch, can you sit back here with me this time?”

“No, kiddo, I have to sit up front with James,” Aaron said.

“Otherwise he’ll puke, remember?” Alex said.

James shot Aaron a concerned look. “Did you-”

“Take bonine already? Yeah, I did,” he said. “Trust me. I’ve tried to plan ahead as much as possible.”

Alex climbed into the backseat with Spencer, setting her heavy bag of books on the floor. “I’ll be back here with you,” she said. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll fall asleep, baby.”

“I won’t,” Spencer swore. “I'm not a baby and I’m not tired at all right now. I couldn’t fall asleep if you paid me.”

He was asleep before they even got to Auden’s Ridge, his chin tipped to his chest and his blanket tucked around his shoulders. “We should have bet money on that, he would have lost,” James commented, glancing up in the rearview mirror. He frowned. “Alex?”

“Hm?”

“Are you seriously reading a book right now?”

Aaron tried to catch a glimpse of her in the rearview mirror. “I’ve been saving a bunch of books for this trip and i couldn’t wait anymore,” Alex explained. “I know it’s still dark, I’ll be fine, trust me.”

“God, I wish I could read in the car,” Aaron said. “I’ve never been able to do that.”

“Aw, yeah, that would definitely make you throw up, wouldn’t it?” James said sympathetically.

“I’ve never been carsick,” Alex said. “Reading doesn’t bother me at all.”

James smiled fondly. “You could read anywhere, probably,” he said. He signaled a right hand turn towards the on-ramp to the interstate. “Hotch, do you want to pick some music? Nothing too crazy, I don’t want Spencer to wake up.”

“Oh, no, he’d be so pissed,” Aaron laughed. He scrolled through his spotify playlists, quickly picking the first chill indie band he could find before his vision could get wobbly.

The drive was uneventful, all things considered. The sun crawled higher in the pale gray winter sky the longer they drove; Aaron chatted quietly with James while Alex read and Spencer slept. Traffic wasn’t too terrible, and they reached the halfway point without his head hurting or his stomach twisting.

Spencer woke up when they were in Kentucky, blinking sleepily and rubbing his blanket against his cheek. “Hi, kiddo,” James said. “Did you sleep good?”

“I didn’t sleep,” Spencer rasped. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, frowning in confusion at his surroundings. “Did...did I fall asleep?”

“You sure did,” Aaron said. “We’re in Kentucky. Over halfway there.”

Spencer yawned. “Oh,” he said. “Are we getting breakfast soon?”

“Not quite, I think Dave was hoping to make it all the way to the hotel and then go to breakfast,” James said. “Unless...anyone else hungry?”

“I’m not going to risk it,” Aaron said, holding up his hands in surrender.

“Alex?”

She glanced up from her book. “Hm?”

“Are you hungry?” James asked.

“No, not...not really,” she said. She shifted her weight, pulling on her seatbelt. “I’m really hot right now, though. Can you turn the air up, please?”

“Oh, I thought it was kind of cold in here,” James said, fiddling with the dials. “My AC really sucks, though, sorry. Does that help?”

Aaron frowned. It was February and cold- and James’s heat was just as ineffective as the AC, so he’d been thinking he was freezing before. Something wasn’t right, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

They drove on another twenty minutes before Alex closed her book and tossed it on the floor of the car. “Bad ending?” James asked.

“What? Oh...no, I just…” Alex started to say. She rubbed her temples. “I think I’m getting a headache.”

“Oh, shit,” James said. “I’ve got some ibuprofen in my backpack if you need it.”

“I’m okay,” she said. “I’m just…” She didn’t finish that sentence either. She pulled on her seatbelt until she could pull it away from her chest and tuck it under her arm. “How much longer?”

“Probably an hour and a half,” James said. “You need a break?”

“No, no, I’m...I’m fine,” Alex said.

Aaron tried to get a better look at her in the mirror. “Maybe a break wouldn’t hurt,” he said. “I bet Spencer needs a bathroom break.”

“Yeah, probably,” Spencer said sleepily, his blanket pulled all the way up to his chin to keep him warm and cozy.

“There’s a rest stop in about a mile, we can stop there real quick,” James said.

He signaled to change lanes, and Aaron frowned to himself as he watched Alex. She was breathing hard, her lips parted and her eyes closed, her fingers drumming against her jaw. “Alex?” he said. “You okay?”

“I’m...I’m just kind of dizzy,” she said faintly.

“What’s wrong?” James asked. She didn’t answer him. “Love? What’s wrong?”

Alex shook her head. “I can’t breathe,” she choked out.

He should have already figured it out by then, but Alex coughed hard, wet and gasping, and it all clicked into place. “James, take the first parking spot you can,” Aaron said.

“Alex?” James demanded.

Aaron unbuckled his seatbelt. “Just fucking park,” he said. “And stay in the car with the baby. I mean it. Stay in the car.”

James pulled into a spot, throwing the car into park, and Aaron jumped out of the passenger seat before they’d come to a full stop. He yanked open Alex’s door, unbuckled her seatbelt, and dragged her out of the car. “I can’t breathe,” she gasped, her words slurring.

“Come here, just trust me,” Aaron said, hauling her a little ways from the car towards a quiet little cluster of trees at the edge of the rest stop parking lot. He just wanted to give her a little privacy, he knew what she was like.

He managed to get her all the way to the treeline before she doubled over and vomited into the grass. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he said. He gathered her long hair away from her face and held tight to her upper arm. “You’re okay, I promise.”

Alex kept throwing up helplessly, coughing and spluttering, and Aaron kept her upright, holding her hair back until she was dry heaving. “Okay, okay, I think you’re done,” he said. “Deep breath, Alex. Deep breath.”

It was all the same sorts of things she said to him when he got sick- there was almost a nice sort of irony about that. “I didn’t know I was sick,” she wheezed. “I’m s-sorry, I didn’t-”

He let go of her hair, letting it fall back against her shoulders, and helped over to sit down on the curb. “It’s okay, I swear,” he said. She was shivering now, and he sat down beside her so she could lean her folded arms on his knees. “Are you still dizzy?”

“Y-yeah,” she said in a small voice. He couldn’t tell if she was crying or her eyes were just watering from the force of throwing up. She leaned her head on her folded arms. “Maybe it’s food poisoning, or...or something.”

“Are you still hot?” he asked.

“Kind of,” she said. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

Aaron stroked her hair away from her face. “Do you feel better now that you’ve thrown up?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “No, I feel the same.” She raised herself up a little bit. “How...why are you asking me all of these questions?”

He sighed. “Remember how you said you’ve never been carsick?” he said.

Her brown eyes went wide. “Oh, god,” she said.

“You’re going to be okay,” Aaron reassured her.

“I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot, you're stubborn.”

She pressed her hands to her temples and groaned. “I’m an idiot, Aaron.”

“You’re not, and you’ll be okay,” he repeated patiently. “I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but you will.”

Alex rubbed her eyes. “Is that what you feel like every time you get in the car?” she said.

“Yeah, pretty much,” he said. “Don’t get up too fast. Give yourself a little time.” He rubbed her back lightly. “Let me know when you’re ready for James to see you.”

She laid her head back down on her arms. “How long am I going to feel like this?” she asked.

“I don’t know, it depends,” Aaron said. “Just stay still for a little while, okay? Deep breaths through your nose.”

She obeyed, closing her eyes. Aaron kept stroking her hair and watched her breathing, reassuring himself when he saw her rapid wheezing slow down to normal steadiness. He gave her the time to calm down, ignoring the bite of the cool winter morning air against his skin. The last thing he wanted was to move her around when she still felt sick enough to throw up again.

After a while she pushed herself into a sitting position, her face pale and still a little greenish. “Can...can you text James?” she asked timidly.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” he said. She leaned against his shoulder as he typed out a message, telling James exactly what he needed.

Within seconds James was striding over to them, Aaron’s bag in his hand. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked. “Just carsick?”

“She doesn’t have a fever and she matches every symptom I usually get,” Aaron said. James knelt down next to them and touched Alex’s cheek and then her forehead. “The bonine will help, it’ll just take a while to kick in. There’s a couple of gatorades in there if you want one.”

“I don’t-”

James had already pulled one out and cracked the top open. “Drink it really slowly,” he said, pressing it into her hands. He glanced over at Aaron. “Do you mind staying with Spencer? I don’t want to leave him alone for too long, and he’s kind of hysterical.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll take care of him,” Aaron said. He pushed himself up and bent over Alex to kiss the top of her head. “Keep drinking the gatorade, Birdy, it’ll help.”

He walked back over to the car and climbed into the backseat next to Spencer. “Hey, hey, don’t cry,” he said. Spencer hiccupped, his hazel eyes wide. “Alex is fine. She’s just carsick.”

“Like you?” Spencer said.

“Yeah, like me,” Aaron sighed. He unlatched the booster seat and pulled Spencer out of it to sit beside him. “She’s kind of dizzy and her stomach hurts, but James will bring her back as soon as she feels better.”

Spencer’s shoulders hitched. “She said couldn’t breathe,” he said.

Aaron took his hand. “She’s breathing fine,” he reassured him. “She needed to get out of the car, that helped. James is with her right now and he’ll take care of her. We’ll be back on the road soon.”

“But she’s okay?”

“She’s fine,” Aaron said. He ruffled Spencer’s hair. “How about we go walk around the visitor’s center and see what snacks are in the vending machines?”

“I’m in my pajamas,” Spencer objected. “And I don’t have my shoes.”

“Don’t worry about it, we don’t have to impress anyone out here,” Aaron said. He dug around until he found Spencer’s purple sneakers and handed them over so he could pull them on. “We’ll give Alex some time to sit with James and let her stomach settle.”

He lifted Spencer out of the car and walked him over to the rest stop. Spencer seemed like he was fine, already falling back into his usual habits of asking a million questions and talking nonstop, but he clutched Aaron’s hand in a death grip. The rest stop was fairly quiet; Aaron took him to the bathroom and walked around looking at the brightly colored tourist brochures on display. He let him talk to his heart’s content, and he quietly bought every snack Spencer pointed to as he rattled off everything he knew about the invention of the potato chip and how cacao gets processed into chocolate.

By the time they made their way back to the car, Spencer’s arms were laden down with snacks and he was back to his usual self, trotting alongside Aaron as he chatted happily.

“Pick what snacks you want to eat now,” Aaron said, setting Spencer back in his booster seat. “When Alex is ready to get back in the car she probably won’t want to be around food. And don’t eat too much, I don’t want you getting sick in the car too.”

Spencer struggled to open a Twix bar, pulling hard on the wrapper. “Oh, I don’t get carsick,” he said. The wrapper tore open and he scrambled to grab the candy bars. “Not really.”

“Famous last words,” Aaron said. “Remember what Alex said before we started driving this morning? Don’t jinx yourself.”

He sat on the floor of the car, stretching out his long legs into the parking lot while Spencer ate his snacks. From where they were he could see Alex and James sitting together on the curb. He had his arm tight around her as she cuddled into his side, still clutching the Gatorade bottle, and every so often he would pause their conversation to kiss her temple or tap on the drink to remind her to take a sip.

After a while James helped Alex to her feet, keeping his arm around her waist while he carried the bag. Aaron got up, folding his arms as he waited for them. “Hey, are you feeling better?” he asked.

“I guess,” she said. “Sorry I puked.”

“Don’t worry about it, you’ve dealt with me being a disaster on more than a few occasions,” he said wryly.

James hugged Alex against his side. “Are you sure you’re ready to be back in the car?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think that medicine is kicking in, I’m really tired now,” she said.

“Do you want shotgun?” Aaron asked.

“Oh, no, I’ve already had one carsick person in my car today, I don’t need two,” James said. He opened the backseat door and picked up her discarded book. “Hotch, can you hold onto this? I don’t want her to be tempted.”

“I’ll be okay,” she protested. “I could probably read.”

She reached for it, but James quickly took the novel and tossed it in the front seat. “Alexandra, love of my life, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you’re not allowed to read right now,” he said. “Do you want an audiobook? I will download whatever audiobook you want to listen to right now if it means you don’t open that book and try to read it with your eyeballs.”

Alex sighed. “I’m just going to sleep,” she said.

James helped her into the backseat and she sank down. “Alex, are you okay?” Spencer asked.

She smiled at him and patted his knee. “I’m okay, bug,” she said. “Don’t worry about me.”

James picked up a spare blanket and tucked it around her. “Please take a nap, okay?” he said. “I’ll drive as smoothly as I can. And please say something if you feel sick again.”

“I will, I will,” she said, and James bent to kiss her cheek.

“I’ve got more medicine if you need it too,” Aaron offered.

“I’m fine, you guys can stop fussing over me,” Alex said. She sighed heavily and looked up at Aaron “But…thanks for helping me, bubba.”

He grinned at her. “No problem,” he said.

#au: patron saint of lost causes #criminal minds fanfiction #patron saint: alex #patron saint: hotch #patron saint: spencer #patron saint: james #tw: emetophobia #caitlin writes things #spencer is the sweetest baby #alex and aaron are the wonder twins #james is the best boyfriend in the world #patron saint: jalex #they seriously need a cuter ship name #please comment and reblog because it would make my heart so happy

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refuge-au · 3 years

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>Open the Doctor’s File

Doc: Receive an Invitation

The conference room was small and sparsely decorated, little more than a round table and a handful of chairs in an empty room. The walls were bare, the table empty, and the window that looked out into the hallways covered by blinds.

The window that looked out onto the street, to the east, may as well have been covered too. The only thing visible when you looked out was the greyish hue of smog.

Doc sat in the chair closest to the door on the east side of the table. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his feet were up on the table. He knew his attempt at nonchalance wasn’t fooling anybody, but it didn’t hurt to try.

Etho sat to his right, leaned over the table and absently spinning a rubix cube in his hands. Every so often he’d scramble it and then solve it quickly afterward, seeming slightly disappointed. His left eye was covered in a plain black eyepatch that wasn’t quite big enough to cover the extent of the scarring.

Bdubs sat on Etho’s other side, the drumming of his fingers on the table and the way his eyes flickered from one side of the room to the other every couple of seconds the only things betraying the amount of nervous energy contained inside him.

Beef sat in the last chair on their side of the table, staring at the covered interior window as if he could see through the blinds and into the hallways behind it. His face was expressionless, apparently lost in thought.

No one spoke.

It was the kind of silence they had sat in many times before- part comfort, of being around people who know you better than almost anyone else in the world, and part anxious anticipation. None of them knew exactly what was going to come next.

They had been contacted individually a week or two ago, letters that had no return address slipped under doors or through mail slots. What usually would have been some sort of threat or insult turned out to be a job interview opportunity.

Come to a certain building two weeks from now, the letters read. Tell the receptionist that you’re looking for refuge. Someone will be in to see you shortly.

The most paranoid of the group (Beef) had found out that it was sent by some sort of government official or organization before he contacted the rest of the group to see if they had received the same summons. After a brief discussion, a decision was reached. They would hear out whoever wanted to talk to them.

If things went down badly… as long as they were together they would be able to fight their way out.

Most of the invitation had been true. They found the correct address, and were taken to a room when they asked for refuge… but the person that they were waiting for had not come shortly. It felt like they had been waiting for an eternity- even though his internal clock told him it had only been about twenty minutes.

Ten more minutes, he decided, and then he would leave. If whoever the hell wanted to talk to them was going to be late, they should have told the receptionist to tell them or something. It was basic human decency- although admittedly that did seem to be in short supply these days.

The door handle turned with a click, and four pairs of eyes locked onto it immediately. There was a moment of nothing, and then the door swung open, letting a relatively tall brunette man into the room.

His hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, all brown except for a single streak of white from a large x-shaped scar that stretched across most of his face. It was an old scar, very faded, the chunks of white in his hair and his beard some of the only things left to prove that it was there.

He looked slightly winded as he smiled, shutting the door behind him. “Hello, gentlemen. Sorry about the wait. There was a bit of a… conflict. Downstairs, and I ended up having to sort it out.”

He walked over to the table pulling off his gloves and unwrapping his respirator from around his neck before sitting down across from Etho and folding his hands together. “So. You all actually came.”

“Did you expect us not to?” Beef asked, eyeing him warily, apparently not recognizing him.

“Of course not! A government official contacting you out of nowhere, asking you to come and meet them? The fact that you have enough faith in humanity to come here, despite everything, without knowing anything about why you’re being asked here… it’s amazing.” He grinned.

“Amazing is one word for it, sure.” Bdubs said, leaning forward in his chair. “But uh, who are you, and why exactly are we here?”

“If you’re going to try to kill us, we’ll give you a thirty second head start.” Doc added dryly. “But no more than that.”

The man chuckled. “We’re not trying to kill you, we’re trying to offer you a job.”

A job?

Before Doc could express his hesitation, the man continued, putting a hand to his chest:

“My name is Xisuma Void, Captain Void to most people, but you can call me X. I’m putting together a crew.”

“Like a boat crew?” Bdubs asked, brow furrowing slightly.

“A spaceship crew. I’ve been given a mission- go to uncharted territory, chart it, and start a colony on a planet outside the solar system.” He extended his hands in front of him, gesturing to the team. “I’d like you to come with me.”

For a moment, there was silence.

“…What’s the catch?” Etho asked slowly.

“Catch?” Xisuma asked.

“We’re not from here.” Etho said, and Beef chuckled. “There’s always a catch.”

Xisuma shook his head slowly. “I don’t think… well… how about I just tell you what the job would entail before we decide if there’s a catch or not?”

Doc looked across the table to the others. Bdubs nodded, Beef shrugged, and Etho set down the rubix cube for the first time since he had gotten into the room. X took that as permission to continue.

“Do you remember all those stories in the news about the government funneling money into a secret project?” X asked.

“And everybody was worried that it was gonna be another war.” Bdubs said. “We remember.”

“They were building a ship for this mission. It’s been in progress for years now, but they’ve ramped up construction in the past several months. The ship will be fully built in three months, and the mission will begin no sooner than six months from now.” Xisuma stood, either ignoring or not noticing the way that the rest of the group tensed when he moved, and began to pace up and down the length of the table. “The ship- the Refuge- will exit the solar system in about one and a half years, and then it’ll be four and a half to eight and a half years til we reach Haven.”

“Haven?” Doc interjected. “That’s the planet?”

X nodded.

“Bit on the nose, don’t you think?” Bdubs asked.

X shrugged, not pausing in his pacing. “I wasn’t the one that named it.”

“So what do you want us to do?” Beef asked. “None of us have ever been to space before. Sure, Etho may have been… built for it, but…”

“You don’t have to worry about the space stuff.” X said, stopping and leaning on the back of the chair he had been sitting in. “Just the landing part of the mission. The way that this is set up, there are two smaller groups within the crew as a whole- the ship crew and the colony crew. While the ship crew will transition into being a part of the colony crew once we land, the colony crew doesn’t have to be a part ship crew. It’s unnecessary, and most of the crew mates don’t have essential skills for the trip.”

“So what does the colony crew do during the flight?” Beef asked, his brow furrowed.

“Sleep.” X responded. “We have two cryogeneticists on the crew that will be maintaining and caring for frozen personnel and assets.”

“Which one would we be?” Doc asked.

X looked uncomfortable, as if he didn’t know whether the question was a joke or not. “Personnel… in total, if you decide to take me up on the offer, we’ll have nine people frozen out of a crew of thirty six. Most of the ship can be run mechanically, but we still need the ship crew to oversee everything.”

“And what would we be doing when we get planet-side? What’s our actual job going to be?” Bdubs asked.

“Building, scouting surrounding areas, neutralizing any potential threats, whatever needs to be done, really.” X sighed. “Unfortunately, since a mission like this has never been attempted before, I can’t tell you exactly what we’re going to need you to do. If you accept, I can give you the paperwork that runs through several potential scenarios, but… there’s a lot that we just don’t know.”

“I’m not going to ask you to sign on immediately, but I’d like your responses as soon as possible.” X concluded. “There’s a packet with the receptionist downstairs that has more information-“

“I’ll do it.” Bdubs said, cutting him off.

X blinked. “What?”

“I’ll do it.” He repeated, leaning back in his chair. “It sounds exciting, it’s a chance to travel somewhere without risking being carsick, it’s getting away from everything that’s going on here… and we’re probably not gonna get another chance at this for at least six years, right?”

X nodded.

“I can’t speak for the guys, obviously, but you’ve got one.”

“I’m in too.” Doc decided, taking his feet off the table and sitting up straight. “There’s not a whole hell of a lot for me to do here, not many people that want me here, and somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t get yourself killed.” He said, pointing a vaguel accusatory finger at Bdubs, who rolled his eyes. “I still want the packet, but I’m in.”

X grinned. “Wonderful! And… I suppose, do you want to make your decision now too?” He turned his attention to Beef and Etho.

“I’ll agree… but I reserve the right to change my mind if we start getting ready and things seem off.” Etho said, picking his rubix cube back up and spinning it on its corner. “I may have been made for space travel, but they kept me grounded for a reason.”

“I agree with Etho, minus the spaceman bit.” Beef said. “Also, can we have your phone number, or some way to contact you?”

Xisuma’s grin turned into a softer, warmer smile. “Everything that you’ll need is going to be in the packets. Welcome to the team, gentlemen.”

Computer: Input Command: Show Available Files:

> Open the Pilot’s File

> Open the Doctor’s File (New)

> Continue

#the peril the wind sings to in the wires // doc #doc #etho #bdubs #beef #xisuma #long post ((read more to be added later))#refuge au #refuge arg #hermitcraft refuge arg #hermitcraft refuge au #hermitcraft au #refuge update #hermitcraft arg #command input needed #NHO #prologue

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thotsforvillainrights · 3 years

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~A Literal Nightmare~

(Omg I fell asleep after writing that last post for Hawks. Anyway, I’m continuing clearing my drafts now with this one. Please enjoy me bringing back my “Chrono can’t drive” headcanon lmao)

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The white car sat at the end of the entryway as Nemoto and lugged out some suitcases into the trunk while Mimic sat atop his hat. Kai went ahead and got into the back seat while awaiting Mimic to sit on the other side of him and Nemoto to sit in the front. “Why sit in the back Overhaul?” Hari asked from the driver seat. “Because I have the most personal space with Mimic on the other side behind Nemoto.” Just as he said that, Irinaka interrupted him while pushing his small stature up into the seat. “It’s because it makes him feel special when riding in the back.” Nemoto and Chrono chuckled while Kai scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Nevermind all this small talk. Nemoto, I trust you secured all the money and left it in the suitcases. We can’t even fall short by a dime. This deal has to go through for the Hassaikai’s sake.” Kai was pleased when Nemoto nodded. “Fall short?! I stayed up for an extra 4 hours to recount everything! If anything, we’re over by at least a couple tHoUsAnD yEn!!!” Mimic shouted and Kai groaned loudly. “Be quiet Irinaka, I’m begging you. It’s 10 in the morning and I’m already getting a headache. Chrono, pull off and let’s go please.

From that very moment it was clear that the others made a mistake...

The way Hari whipped the car out of the driveway and literally sped to the stop sign (which was only a few feet away) was alarming on its own. The way he also abruptly stopped at the sign way too short before taking off again...it was a red flag.

Kai was in the backseat wondering when he had gotten to this point. When they were teens, Hari’s driving was questionable but never this bad. Irinaka was gripping on the seatbelt for dear life. It was his desperate attempt to not become a crash test dummy. Nemoto was already online googling ‘how to create a last will and testament’. Meanwhile Hari was vibing like it was any old day. Not to mention he had already switched the radio on under the opinion that ‘its too quiet’ which it wasn’t. Now they were doing almost 20 over the speed limit on back roads while Hari was spouting off Chopper City. Thank God Nemoto toughened up a bit and turned the radio off suddenly. “My apologies but I think it’s best if we calm it down so early in the morning. We don’t want to get pulled over and lose all the money.” Hari sighed but he complied nonetheless. “Nemoto if the music wasn’t your style then you could’ve just said that.” He teased with a smirk. “My taste??? Please, I can...handle it. Just not so early. Besides, Master Overhaul already mentioned a headache earlier. And if I may add something, this is a 2016 Honda Accord, NOT a Hellcat. Please stop pushing it like one.”

“Nemoto you literally drive an Altima. Please don’t speak to me.”

“Excuse me!?” Before they could break into an altercation, Kai reached forward and overhauled his glove so they could get the message to shut up. The men both fell silent and within 15 minutes they started small talk as if they weren’t fighting earlier. Mimic groaned every time Hari rounded a corner too fast and mumbled something about being carsick. Kai started to consider taking an Uber back to the base instead of stepping foot into this car again. And before you know it, Hari got into a wreck...no not a wreck going almost 100 on the highway. No not a wreck from rounding the corners without slowing down. No not a wreck from merging without using his signals. He got in a wreck trying to pull out of the parking lot after the meeting with the rival gang. Instead of waiting to sort out the dent he put in the car, he quickly sped off. “Eh, I’ll get that fixed eventually.” He mumbled carelessly while the others stared at him with wide eyes. That wasn’t even the worst of it. The worst situation of the evening is when they stopped to get food on the way back home and Hari locked his keys in the car. Overhaul had to handle the business in freeing his keys, but in all honesty Kai considered just getting that Uber and abandoning the men. It became increasingly clear by the time they got back home that they would NEVER consider Hari to be the driver ever again. “I would soon get in the car with Rappa behind the wheel before I ever set foot in a car with Hari Kurono ever again. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go kiss the ground.” Nemoto grumbled as he stepped out. Kai went shower and Mimic probably ended up going to go vomit somewhere.

“I don’t know why you guys are overreacting. That’s not even my normal driving. I took it slow for yall.”

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colorpuffball · 2 years

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Prompt: Forest path

Breaking news: Local ocean boy gets proposed to in the middle of a forest?!

I CAN'T BELIEVE I MISSED HIS BIRTHDAY AKDBAKFBAKFBK I'M SORRY MY BELOVED

“We’re nearly there! Are you excited?” You gesture with your hands, but make sure to keep them on top of the steering wheel.

You turn to Cove, who quickly swallows a mouthful of chips. With a grin he replies.

“Yeah! I’m so glad that we finally have a chance to go back and see everything that the Redwood National Park has to offer.”

You sigh apologetically. “It’s a shame though, I really wish we could’ve gotten off work in time to get here on your birthday.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just happy that we get to go together in the end.” Cove shakes his head, some of the chip crumbs fall from his face in the process.

You shoot him an exasperated look. Your boyfriend never changes, but that’s exactly what you love about him. He’s Cove! Your Cove.

Which is exactly why you decided to propose to him.

Your first attempt failed, with you chickening out at the last moment, but with his birthday coming up, the two of you had planned to go somewhere together. That was the birth of your new plan:

Step 1: Find a scenic, yet secluded spot

Step 2: Get down on one knee, don’t fall over

Step 3: Ask him to marry you without short-circuiting

Step 4: Hope he says yes

Step 5: Profit

Which is easier said than done. Or, thought than done?

Either way, you steeled yourself, today was the day. You cannot leave here without asking, you even got 5 more days to prepare!

“Are you okay?” Cove’s concerned tone snaps you out of our thoughts.

“Me? Yes of course.” Your hands involuntarily tighten on the steering wheel before you take a deep breath to relax. You’re almost there, don’t blow it yet.

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm, don’t worry about it.”

You’re thankful that Cove takes your word for it and returns to his munching.

Too soon you’re parking your car under the redwood canopy. Cove gets out first, he seems excited to be able to stretch his legs. You, however, are trying to calm your racing heart.

Don’t panic or else you’ll ruin it, don’t panic, don’t panic, don’t panic.

You look out to make sure that Cove isn’t looking, and take one last look to make sure that the ring is safe in your pocket.

You still had the ring from your previous attempt, it was beautiful, the moment you saw it you thought of the beach, and in turn Cove. But because of the new setting, you decided to add something extra. It was an anklet you had made by hand, with help from Miranda. You opted to have the ring hang from it when you propose, instead of using a bulky box. For now it has letter beads that spell “Marry me?”, you made sure it was easy to remove so he could wear it even after the proposal.

If he says yes.

You squeeze your eyes shut as another wave of uncertainty hits you.

“Hey, are you okay?” Your eyes shoot open and you jolt in surprise as you hear Cove’s muffled voice from your window. He’s bent sidewards peering at you.

You smack your pocket, and rush to unlock the door.

“Yes I’m fine, sorry just a little carsick. Which is why we should start walking now! Yes, now.” You stop yourself from rambling on with a wry chuckle.

Cove gives you a look of disbelief, his wavy eyebrows furrowed.

Before he gets to say anything though, you take a deep breath and hold his hand, trying your best to give him the most confident yet comforting look you can muster.

“I mean it, I know I’ll be alright since you’re here with me after all. So let’s start walking.”

Cove smiles at you, but you can tell that he’s concerned. You really hope you don’t blow it before you even get to step 1.

You take your time walking down the path hand in hand. The two of you planned to do as many of the activities as possible to make the most of this weekend trip. You have two whole days after all. Thankfully you were able to calm down after a while, deciding to go with the flow. No matter what, today was a day for you and Cove to enjoy.

But as time always does, it moves faster when you want it to slow down. Now the sun is starting to set, giving the already red trees an orange glow.

By this time all of the activities have closed, leaving the two of you to make your way slowly back to the car. Your arms occasionally knock against each other’s, and your feet are aching. However the only thing stopping the tiredness is your anxiety.

Now or tomorrow, now or tomorrow? No, no more waiting. He might end up seeing the ring. The more I wait the more probable it is that I-

Your thoughts are interrupted as you trip and fall, Cove jerks back to look at you and-

Oh shoot, you’re on one knee.

You freeze up. Is this the moment? Do you tell him now? Is this fate? Has gravity decided to take pity on your floundering? Are you really about to propose to him on a random dirt forest path?

“Are you okay?” Cove reaches down to help you up, but you don't grab onto his hand, you simply hold it in yours.

“Cove.” That’s it, your 5 step plan is out the window, but it also seems that your brain has gone out the window.

He raises his eyebrow at your response. You take a deep breath and swallow before you continue.

“C-Cove Holden. You, you’re the most wonderful man I’ve ever gotten to know. Maybe the only man I’ve gotten to know, but that’s beside the point. Um, okay I may look incredibly silly right now, but I know for a fact that you love me,” you swallow again, your non-existent confidence crumbling even further, “wait, but that’s because I know that I love you even more than that. I, what I mean to say is that I think that we really compliment each other, and, and-”

You pause to look at Cove, gaging is reaction.

He’s the dictionary entry of ‘stunned’. His eyes are wide, his mouth agape, and his eyebrows barely touching his hairline.

You give his hand a squeeze, both to reassure him and yourself.

“We’ve known each other for so long now, it’s almost like yesterday that we were here as children. But to be specific, one of the things you told me really stuck with me.” You pull one hand away from his to pull out the anklet from your pocket, carefully turning his hand to place it firmly in his palm, the light of the sunset catching onto the ring. “Back then I didn’t have a name for what I felt about you, but it was so silly, the moment you said it, I went and asked my moms for an anklet. Every day with you was and still is the best thing I could ever ask for. Every memory I cherish has you in it Cove, and I hope that every other memory in it will have you from now on as well, but maybe except not as my boyfriend... but my husband? Will you marry me?”

You shakily inhale as you wait for him to answer. He looks to still be completely shell shocked.

You’re not sure if you’re surprised when Cove starts sobbing, his free hand knocking his glasses below his nose. The anklet crumples as he balls the other hand into a fist.

You know deep down not to panic, this was just how Cove was. You couldn’t help but add though. “I uh, I- Sorry do you need space?”

He shakes his head, his hand still firmly clamped over his eyes.

A quiet, “oh my god” escapes his lips, and he collapses onto his knees in front of you, his hands trembling as he grips the anklet and ring in his hands. You try your best to comfort him, shuffling over to press yourself against his side. You decide not to say anything, and give him time to find the right words. Only the gravity god knows how long it took you to get to say all that out loud.

After a few false starts, a few more stray tears, and a squeak high enough to rival a mouse, he starts.

He looks right into your eyes, and with a shaky voice he gives you his answer:

“Yes, of course I will.”

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captaincravatthecapricious · 3 years

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Shaky Hands- prompt fill

Okay so I did both, but this one is for Shaky Hands!

Cw nausea, vomiting (nothing gross tho, promise), panic (but not too explicit), references to disassociation, and Jon typical negative self talk and guilt. Set post 159! (Can be read as a sequel to my last fic if you like.)

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Here it goes:

Jon's knuckles are white against the steering wheel of Daisy's car. Martin is dozing next to him. Face slack, and slowly regaining some color. Very, very slowly.

Jon is tired. So so so so so so tired.

The tension in his jaw is giving him a headache. Then again, that could be any number of things. Could be the thick exhaustion sitting in his limbs. It could be the endless stretch of road in front of him and the endless stretch behind. Although that is what is currently trying to force his stomach up his throat.

He's Fine.

He grits his teeth harder. They don't have time to stop.

He would turn on the aircon, but he's worried about Martin. Would the cold be too much like the Lonely? Martin is still faintly shivering under the thick jumper he had donned after his shower back at his flat before they had left.

Wasn't driving supposed to Stop a person from getting carsick? Christ there had been a time where he had trained himself to read in the car. It had taken a while... and many errors much to the chagrin of his grandmother, but he had managed it.

Of course that didn't stop him from getting horrifically sick on that unfortunate "Team Archive" road trip and every time he was kidnapped. Daisy had not been happy. Jon shudders to think of it.

And now he's nauseous and sad. Brilliant. If he loses any self control, he will be a right bloody mess.

The again, if he's going to be dreadfully ill, might as well get it over with. Maybe he'll feel better? Optimistic. Why should he assume that he would be so lucky. He hasn't been lucky a day in his life.

He's lucky no one has caught them yet. Yet. That no one is following them yet. Yet.

Seven and a half hours. They are an hour in. It’s dark. How sure is he that no one is following them? Did he catch a glimpse of police lights? Or was that just his overtaxed eyes playing tricks on him, the flash of a dashboard light against his glasses? Was that a siren or the ringing in his ears. His breath coming hot and fast against anxiety and his unhappy stomach.

Breathe Jon.

In through the nose out through the mouth. Again. Again. Again. Don’t hold the breath. That will make it worse. Something that Jon found hard to fathom. How could he feel worse? No. Shouldn’t think like that. Anything could happen. A tire could blow out. Martin could fall out of the car. The engine could fall out of the car. He could be sick all over the windshield and he could crash them into a tree.

No. No. No.

If a tire goes flat, there is one in the boot. He Knows that.

Martin probably won’t fall out of the car. It’s no more likely than Jon falling out of the car. He tries to Know the odds to calm himself but all he gets is static and a worse headache for his trouble.

He doesn’t try to Know the odds of the engine falling out. A headache any worse would cause him to be ill immediately.

As for the last possibility. He won’t think about it. He’s fine. He is.

It’s raining now. Heavy sheets of the stuff batter the car. Or at least rattle it. Rattle Jon. Quaking hands on the wheel. His hands cramped and numb from his grip on the wheel. His arms sore from it. It’s been a long time since he drove. And he was never very good.

He’s thirsty. But putting anything in him sounds like a terrible idea. But being thirsty makes him feel so much worse.

Martin is still asleep. And Jon is just barely keeping it together for him. Barely. Martin needs to sleep. Jon needs to let him sleep. He tried to count trees earlier but with the rain and the dark he can’t manage that. He can hardly see the road and he suddenly Knows about the oils rising in the rainwater from the road and making it that much easier for Jon to slide them off the road and get them both killed. So close. So close to being safe. To being free.

His stomach lurches. Again. He swallows hard. Again. He can’t keep doing this.

The backs of his hands are tingling. It’s getting hard for him to measure his breaths.

He is honestly not sure if this is panic or nausea. Probably both. Because he’s on the run again. And this time he did actually legitimately kill someone. A though that further turns his stomach much as he absolutely doesn’t regret it. He was a horrible old bastard and he tried to take Martin. But what if Basira? Left to deal with his mess, that was his fault, right? The hunters here for him. Not-Sasha also after him. If it weren’t for him, Daisy wouldn’t... she....

He’s gasping for air. There are tears on his cheeks. And he’s pulled to the wrong side of the road, emptying his stomach. Door flung open. Rain soaking his jumper. Seatbelt digging into his shoulder.

It hurts and he’s crying harder.

And Martin’s hand is on his heaving back. His other hand gathering his tangled hair.

He shouldn’t have woken him. He should have pulled over and gotten out, but he’d been too sick. Too dizzy. Too tired.

Jon continues to gag. He is shivering. Rain running in rivulets down his spine. Martin probably also getting soaked. Martin who needs to stay warm and dry and not alone getting wet and cold and with only his miserable company. He sobs around his body trying to expel all of the nothing he’s eaten over the last few days.

“Oh. Oh, Jon.” Martin’s voice to gentle. It makes Jon sob harder.

Martin still rubbing his back. Martin leaving as far as he can over to Jon’s seat and Jon knows it can’t be comfortable. Jon doesn’t have the where with all to make any sound other than a pathetic whine.

“Jon, please are you alright? No that’s a stupid question, you’re clearly not. What can I do to help?”

Jon manages to swallow hard a few times and slowly tries to sit up. The seatbelt digging in harder as it did not appreciate the sudden yank to the side. He pulls the door closed, very much hoping he won’t need to open it again.

“‘M fine. It’s fine. Go back to sleep.” His voice is worse than wrecked. It’s hoarse and thick and damp. “We’ll be there soon.” They won’t. That starts a sob tearing through him. They need to keep going. They need to keep going. They’ve got to go before someone comes after them. Jon can lose his lack of lunch when they’re safe. And they aren’t safe and Martin isn’t safe. And Jon can’t make his miserable body do anything but be cold and wet and still impossibly queasy and shake. Shake with exhaustion, nausea, anxiety, cold.

“Jon, please talk to me?”

“Just carsick. I’m fine. Let’s go.”

Jon starts the car again and Martin sputters weakly. Still cold and drained and Jon is just draining him further.

“Jon! You’re soaked! You’re sick! You’re shaking! Don’t you think any of those mean you shouldn’t be driving?”

Martin is probably right. There’s only one of those things he can fix. “I’ll. I’ll get a spare jumper, alright? But you shouldn’t be driving either. I’ll be fine. If I have to pull over a few more times… so be it. But honestly I’ll be worse if I’m not driving and looking at the road. And you... Martin I’m worried about you.” He doesn’t want to say that Martin has been disassociating when he isn’t sleeping, for fear of making Martin defensive, or worse losing him to where ever his brain goes when he’s like that. He doesn’t want to lose Martin to the fog or to himself.

Martin must know that’s he’s less fit to drive, or he would be arguing.

Jon wants Martin to go back to sleep. He also selfishly wants Martin to stay awake and keep rubbing his back when he’s ill. He wants Martin to hold his hand. He wants Martin to hold him until the shaking stops, the headache stops, the dizziness stops, until his stomach stops rolling, until he’s no longer afraid.

Selfish.

Useless.

Pathetic.

He stifles another sob as he sheds his jumper and fumble blindly behind him from another from his backpack.

He turns off the hazard lights and shakily gets them back in the road.

His head buzzes with headache. Worse now that he’s lost more liquid than he had to spare. And the motion of the car is making his head swim more and his stomach turn. Again.

Martin is handing him a water bottle. Martin is carefully wiping away his tears.

“Please, you’ve got to drink something.”

Jon whines. A truly embarrassing sound. He doesn’t want to. But he takes a couple very very measured sips.

“That’s very good. Thank you. It’s okay if we have to stop again, you know.”

Jon nods for unhappily. He doesn’t want to open his mouth to say they probably won’t have a choice.

Jon has to pull over several more times. Each time more painful than the last.

Shaking harder than ever before, Jon stops the car in front of a small, ...cute cabin. It’s mid morning. And Martin had commented several times on Jon’s claim that they would be there “soon.” It’s still sprinkling and Jon is caught between how the cabin is both increasingly Not Daisy and yet very very Daisy. He doesn’t have the energy to dwell on that, though. He takes slowly retrieves his bag and wavers the few steps towards the door. His hands shaking almost too much to find the key and unlock it.

His vision is darkening around the edges.

He flutters awake in Martin’s arms. They are on a bed Jon doesn’t recognize in a room Jon also doesn’t recognize. He’s sore and thirsty and dizzy and exhausted. His shoes have been removed and Martin is pressing him with more water.

“Sorry,” Jon manages to slur around sips that Martin is ferrying to his mouth.

“Shh. Water then we are getting some sleep. No more fainting.”

Jon doesn’t have energy to argue. He drinks his water, and presses himself against Martin with a sigh.

They can talk later.

#the magnus archives #fic #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tma #cw nausea #cw vomit #emeto warning #cw panic #cw guilt #whump #motionsickness #words #my words #my writing #art #my art

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honey-dewey · 3 years

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Handicapped Parking

Pairing: Javier Peña/disabled Reader

Word Count: 2,992

Warnings: Reader is wheelchair bound, canon-typical violence, nightmares, small bit of angst, one use of (F/N) (L/N).

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

Javier could not believe what he was seeing. A handicapped parking spot at the embassy. Who the hell worked at the US embassy and for the DEA that was disabled enough to need handicapped parking? You, that’s who. The brand new recruit and official partner for Steve and Javier, you are about to be hell on wheels for those two boys.

Javier Peña had never seen anything like what he was seeing now. A handicapped spot right in front of the building with a car parked in it. A new car that hadn’t been there yesterday. As Javier parked, he eyed the spot. Who the hell chose a job like this if they were disabled? Best anyone could do was paperwork, and that was mind numbing.

Javier almost forgot about it as he walked into the building, greeting the same people he did every morning. Steve was at his desk, hunched over some new paperwork, and he looked up when Javier walked in. “Hey, Javi. Check this out. We have a new partner.”

“Hm?” Javier lit a cigarette. It was too early for this.

A paper was pushed across the desk. “Yeah. Hired yesterday. Meant to keep us in check.”

Javier snorted, reading over the papers. “This says,” he said, looking up at Steve. “This says they’re disabled.”

“So what if I am?”

You had just come back from a very frustrating bathroom break to find your other new partner standing at his desk. You rolled forward, holding out a hand. “(F/N) (L/N), DEA.”

Javier shook your hand and introduced himself. You slotted you and your wheelchair into your desk, which was perpendicular to Steve’s and Javier’s. “So, anything new?”

Steve explained everything they knew and what their current goal was, and you raised an eyebrow.

“He’s in prison,” you pointed out. “Why are we trying to disrupt that.”

“We want his ass in a real prison,” Javier grumbled without looking up from his typewriter. “Not that palace he calls a jail.”

“Okay,” you said slowly, looking over the terms and conditions of the surrender. “So we prove he’s violating these terms. Easy.”

Steve shrugged. “Not as easy as it sounds. Cigarette?”

You wrinkled your nose at the offered cigarette. “I don’t smoke.”

“Okay. One less person I gotta share with,” Steve said, holding his cigarette out to Javier, who picked up his lighter and lit it all without looking up.

The three of you worked in silence for a while. You managed to go through four pots of coffee before three PM, which would’ve been only mildly concerning. However, you and Steve each only had maybe a pot and a half between you. Javier drank the other two and a half pots. So it was mildly concerning for you and Steve, and pretty damn concerning for Javier.

“Jesus I don’t know how your heart hasn’t given out yet,” you said when Javier went back for his seventh or maybe eighth cup of coffee.

“This is a light day for him,” Steve said, looking up when someone placed a piece of paper on his desk. “Usually he’ll have three pots and I’ll have one. He doesn’t sleep much.”

You made a face, putting new paper into your typewriter. Javier came back with his coffee cup and immediately groaned upon seeing Steve reading the paper. “Who wants us to do what?”

Steve chuckled. “You remember that pigeon coup? They want us to stake it out.”

Another groan, this time a bit louder. You pressed your lips together to keep yourself from laughing while looking expectantly at Steve. “Can I see?”

Steve handed you the paper and you read it over. “Well. I guess that solves our violating the terms problem.”

The stakeout was to last as long as it had to, and as you pulled up to the prison before dawn on one warm morning, you immediately knew this would be hell. Steve and Javier took turns waiting outside while you sat in the car, your typewriter in your lap. Your window was open and you occasionally handed the boys whatever they needed from inside the car.

Finally, when the sun began to crest the hills, you braved the outside. Strapping your crutches to your arms, you swung your legs out and slowly made your way across the grass.

“I thought you couldn’t walk.” Javier said as soon as you were standing beside him.

“I can,” you promised. “Car accident. Left me paralyzed, but with lots of therapy, I was able to regain some of my legs. I just prefer the chair because no matter what, my legs won’t support my weight for more than a few steps. When I walk I use crutches and braces to keep my knees, ankles, and waist stable.”

Steve whistled, handing Javier a thermos. “I’ve never seen crutches like that before.”

“Gutter crutches.” You watched Javier take one sip of the coffee and immediately pour the rest of it out onto the ground. “Mostly for long term work. Is that a pigeon?”

Steve turned and Javier raised his gun. Three wasted shots later, and you were scoffing. “Damn. You’re a shit shot Peña.”

“Think you can do better?”

You took the gun, abandoning your crutches and catching the next pigeon in your sight. Your legs wavered, but you locked your knees and tried to stay steady. “I got it.”

“Shoot.”

You waited, ignoring Javier.

“Shoot!”

Again, you waited until the perfect moment before shooting and killing the pigeon in one shot.

Steve smiled, taking the gun from you. “Ever been duck hunting?”

Javier watched him jog after the pigeon. “No, I’ve not been duck hunting you fucking hillbilly.”

You wavered, falling flat on your ass as your knees gave out. “Damn these legs!” You swore, grabbing your discarded crutches and strapping them to your arms. By the time you’d finally struggled to your feet, Steve was back with the pigeon.

“Thanks for the help,” you said sourly at Javier, who had simply watched you grapple upright.

“In my experience,” he said in an equally cool tone. “People like you don’t need much help. I’m sure all I would’ve gotten was a crutch to the knee for my help.”

You glared at him while he read the small letter tied to the pigeon’s leg. God you hated that man.

The next few months were odd. You fell into a rhythm with Steve and Javier. Neither underestimated you anymore, and finally, they learned exactly where your boundaries lay with help. Steve had a bruise on his leg for two straight weeks after you whacked him with your crutch when he asked if you needed help shooting a gun (you most definitely did not) and Javier only ever gave you help when he noticed you struggling. Like when some new intern put the coffee mugs too high for you to reach without standing up and Javier had, very kindly, silently handed you your mug. He did a lot of things silently, usually with that scowl on his face.

“We got a call,” Steve said one day, poking his head into your office space, if it could even be called that. “Let’s go!”

You groaned, standing and hearing your back pop four times as you followed Steve out, your crutches clicking on the linoleum as you headed to the waiting Jeep.

“Why’s Javi driving?” You asked as you got into the back. “I get so carsick when he drives!”

Javier gave you a look in the rearview mirror. “Strap in sugar.”

You rolled your eyes. None of you wore seatbelts. You just didn’t have time for it. So instead, you simply gripped the back of Steve’s seat while Javier drove like a maniac towards your destination.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you grumbled as you got out of the car, shaking off the car sickness and looking around. Nothing seemed very out of the ordinary aside from the cop cars surrounding a particular building. “Who’s in there?”

“We don’t know,” Steve said, helping you with your tac vest. “Whoever it is, they’re worth the cavalry.”

Half of your job was waiting, which was hell. You stood leaned up against Steve, trying to keep your weight off your aching back. As the minutes ticked by, you talked to one of the younger cops who’d been left outside. He was sweet, teaching you a few Spanish phrases and smiling when you butchered them.

So of course, when the man you were trying to catch raced out of the building, wildly firing his gun, the young cop got a bullet to the back of the head.

“Shit!” You yelled, looking around as the man raced off. You yanked your crutches off your arms and gestured to Javier. “Come on!”

Javier was on your heels as you ran, trying to steady your feet and knees. Your hips and lower back screamed, but you just kept going, relying entirely on your braces to support you.

Eventually, the stress became too much. Two blocks down, your legs stopped working, sending you screaming to the ground, wildly throwing your hands out to catch yourself before you broke your nose on something. Thankfully, the road was long and flat, so as soon as you righted yourself, you raised your gun and shot the guy in the shoulder.

He went down, clutching his shoulder in pain while you breathed heavy, dragging your limp lower half over to the wall of a building, leaning against the worn down brick.

“Hey,” Javier said, coming to stand in front of you. “You ran.”

“I ran,” you agreed, holding your left knee as it twitched. “That’s a week and a half of chair time, straight. Fuck.”

Javier sat beside you, watching cops run past to grab the man you’d been chasing. “You want help back?”

You snorted. “Javi, I won’t make it three steps like this.” To demonstrate, you attempted to haul yourself upright and almost immediately hit the pavement, hissing sharply as you came down harder than intended.

“So.” Javier looked you up and down. “Is that a no?”

“Yeah that’s a no.” You stared at the sky, feeling your stomach twist. “Y’know what I want? A cup of tea. I haven’t had one in a while.”

Javier shrugged. “I’ve got a really good tea at my apartment,” he said. “My mother mails me some once a month. You’re bleeding.”

You looked down at your hands, finally noticing the ragged scrapes across your palms from when you’d fallen. “Oh. I didn’t even notice.”

“How’d you not notice?” Javier asked, taking your hands and digging through his pockets. “We can disinfect it for real back at the office, but for now,” he said, producing a small roll of gauze from his pocket. “This will have to do.”

You sat still while Javier bandaged your hands. By then, the street had been completely cleared, and you were looking for Steve.

“He’s probably waiting in the car,” Javier said, finishing up on your hands. “We’re gonna have to go to him.” He looked hesitantly at your legs. They’d stopped twitching, but they were still completely useless. “Got any ideas?”

“Unless you wanna carry me,” you said with a sigh. “It’d probably be easiest to call Steve.”

Javier stood, crouching down in front of you. “Can you get on?”

It took some maneuvering and a bit of heavy lifting on Javier’s part, but eventually, you were being carried back to the Jeep, arms slung over Javier’s shoulders and him gripping your legs as he gave you a piggyback ride.

“Comfy?” He asked, and you chuckled.

“Mhm. Totally not in horrible pain,” you replied, feeling yet another stab of discomfort hit your back.

Javier was quiet for a minute before speaking again. “Why’d you come here? No offense, but you’re not exactly fit for the job.”

“Like I got to pick this,” you said, leaning to cheek against Javier’s shoulder. “I was reassigned. I never asked to come down here.”

Another long beat of silence, and then, “I’m sorry.”

“Nah. It’s fine,” you promised. “Just a bit stressful sometimes.”

Eventually, the car came back into view, and Steve rushed over to meet you, your crutches in his hand. “What were you thinking?”

“Chase the bad guy,” you said, smiling as Javier turned around and put you down in the car. “Really, I wasn’t. I just went.”

“Yeah, well,” Steve said, ever the voice of reason. “Don’t do that again. You scared me.”

The drive back to the office was quiet. Javier had to carry you inside the building, and Steve found a hot water bottle to press against your back. Javier finished properly treating your hands while Steve filled the water bottle with water from the kettle.

“Really, a hot bath will probably help the most,” you said, putting the hot water bottle in between your back and the chair you used whenever you didn’t need your wheelchair. “But this’ll do for now.”

Your night was late, as it always was. You weren’t attempting to leave the building until well past ten PM, and when you tried to stand, Javier put a hand on your shoulder. “Nope.”

“No?” You said, surprised. “Let me up Javi, unless you want a crutch to the ankle.”

Javier didn’t move. Instead, he scooped you up in a bridal carry, causing you to squeak indignantly. “Javier!”

“Yes?”

“Put me down! I am more than capable of walking myself to your car!”

Javier shrugged as best he could while carrying you. “You had me piggyback you two blocks earlier and you couldn’t get up all day to get your own coffee. I’m carrying you to the car.”

You pouted, but realized that squirming would only serve to hurt you and probably Javier as well, so you remained still as Javier placed you in his car.

The drive home was, as with most things Javier did, quiet. When he pulled up to the building, you made him go into your apartment across the hall from his and grab your wheelchair. When he came back, you smacked him away when he tried to help you into it.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, feeling your back pop painfully. “Fuck.”

“C’mon,” Javier said softly, handing you back our crutches so you could put them across your lap. “I believe I promised you tea.”

You sighed. “Javi, I wanna go home.”

Javier nodded. “I’ll bring it to you. How’s that sound?”

At the notion that Javier would be coming to your apartment, you sighed and gave in. “Fine. I’ll leave it unlocked.”

Ten minutes after you’d gotten settled on your couch, Javier came into your apartment, carrying two cups of tea. He set one down on your coffee table and kept the other in his hands. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah, actually,” you said, reaching and grabbing the mug. “Painkillers are my new best friend.”

Javier sat down on the couch. “You know you could ask to be sent home,” he said. “They’d probably do it.”

“Yeah,” you said slowly. “But then I wouldn’t be able to see you or Steve anymore.”

“That’s what’s keeping you here? Me and Steve?”

You nodded. “Javi, before this, no one would even look at me. I was disabled and trying to work in law enforcement. You and Steve treat me like a capable adult, and people actually listen to what I have to say now.”

Javier was quiet. “That sucks.”

“Yeah, no shit.” You took a sip of your tea, smiling. “This is good.”

“Custom blend,” Javier said. “Mamá always insisted it could cure anything.”

You smiled. “You tell her to mail some extra if she can. It’s amazing.”

You and Javier sat in your living room until midnight, drinking tea and swapping work stories. Finally, when you began to yawn, Javier stood. “I think it’s time for bed.”

“Aww,” you groaned, pulling your wheelchair closer. “But I was having so much fun.”

Javier smiled as you sat in your wheelchair and headed towards your bedroom. “Need anything before I go?”

You nodded. “Yeah, actually. Can you help me into bed? When my back hurts a lot it’s kind of hard to haul myself into bed.”

“Sure.”

Between you and Javier, you were able to slide into bed, immediately feeling weary. “Javi?”

“Hm?” Javier turned, standing in your doorway. “What is it?”

You fidgeted nervously. “Stay? Please? I’ve started having nightmares recently and they really scare me.”

Javier nodded. “Okay. Let me grab my pyjamas, I’ll be right back.”

By the time Javier had returned, you were half asleep. He waved to you and settled down on your couch, likely not falling asleep, but you sure as hell did.

It was early morning, before sunrise but well after midnight, that you woke up, breathing heavy and immediately starting to cry. The shattered pieces of your nightmare were practically gone now, leaving you with nothing but jitters, a looming sense of dread, and the image of blinding headlights in your brain.

“Hey,” a gentle voice said, and you jumped, heart pounding before you remembered you’d asked Javier to spend the night. “Are you okay?”

You shook your head. No point in trying to lie to him. He could see you crying.

Javier slid into the bed with you, pulling you close and letting you cry into his shirt. When you were spent of tears, he continued to rub your back, his warmth seeping into your skin. “Wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t remember much,” you admitted. “I think.” You had to force your words out, your throat pulling tight. “I think I dreamed I was in the car accident.”

Javier was quiet. “You’re fine,” he promised after a beat. “Hey, you hear me?”

You nodded, wondering when you’d begun to shake.

“You’re safe here,” Javier said. “Safe as can be.”

“I trust you,” you said softly, still buried in Javier’s shirt. “Trust you a lot,” you mumbled, yawning widely and feeling your eyes blink shut.

“I think you need more sleep,” Javier said softly, helping you lay back down. “Agent’s orders.”

You smiled, the sick feeling in your stomach sliding away. “Mhm. Stay with me Agent Peña.”

Javier lay down beside you, pulling you close. “If you insist.”

For the first time in a long time, both of you slept fitfully, cradled in each other’s arms.

#narcos #Javier Pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #Pedro Pascal #My writing

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baecvlt · 3 years

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First Love

Pairing: Sougami (Byakuya Togami x Kazuichi Soda)

Warnings: Smut (all wholesome tho bc they barely met in this one)

A/N: Decided to write this up for the bestie (komaedanovio on TikTok; follow them). Azul would die for them and there are 0 fics abt them sooo. Yeah.

“So you’re part of the Future Foundation, huh?”

Byakuya pushes his glasses back as they were falling off his nose, then turning around to see the person who spoke. “Uh, yes,” he answered the pink haired man behind him, he stuck out his hand that he’d covered with a handkerchief,“Byakuya Togami”. They shook hands.

“Name’s Kazuichi Soda”

“I know. The ‘Ultimate Mechanic’, is it not?”

“Yeah! You look really rich. Valentino Couture?”

“Yeah—,” Byakuya answered, then looked down at his suit,“How did you know?”. “My mom was somewhat a tailor. She’d help fix and sew up suits such as yours, so I obviously had to recognize Italian threads,” he explained,“Made sure I washed my hands before approaching you, can’t stain a fine suit like that”. Byakuya was somewhat impressed. No one has ever appreciated his attire, he looked like a snob to most people.

Then again, Kazuichi isn’t most people.

“She taught me to sew, never let me handle suits,” Kazuichi added,“But I’d always see them in the closet hung up nicely”. He had a warm smile on his face, reminiscing tends to bring a little joy to him. “I think that’s just honorable,” Byakuya said warmly. “You think so?”. Byakuya nodded, the smile on Kazuichi’s face spreading. “Thanks,” he mumbled, but spoke up,“We should keep in touch, y’know?”. Byakuya began to think. He wasn’t really one for friends, Kazuichi was extremely beneath him. On the other hand, he was interesting to talk to and didn’t seem like a pest, right?

“That’s fine”

“Alright! How about we meet up during the island celebration? Tonight?”

Byakuya nodded, he didn’t know why, but he nodded. “Cool! See you later, Togami”. Kazuichi ran off, going to see if he can help with cleanup someway. As he ran, Byakuya had just realized he agreed to hang out with someone who he had just met. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, but it was just weird to him. I guess, he just seemed nice enough. Whatever. Now that the Tragedy is over, it’d be nice to return things to normal. Byakuya was ready to make new partnerships and if his first besides his classmates was to be Kazuichi, so be it.

Later that evening, Byakuya made sure to attend. He got there early, making it easier to spot Kazuichi. He was around Gundham and Sonia, who had begun warming up to him. Their eyes locked, Byakuya waved. Kazuichi waved back as he called for him,“Togami! Wait up—”. He ran from his two classmates and to Byakuya. Everyone had gotten dressed up, Kazuichi in a nice little suit that complimented his hair. He had glasses on this time. “What a surprise!,” he cheered,“I thought you would’ve bailed!”. That was sad to say the least. “How could I do such a thing? I had to come anyway,” Byakuya explained,“Makoto can’t drive...he’s also in the Future Foundation”.

“So I’ve heard. Can I offer you a drink?”

“Why not?”

Byakuya was a pessimist, this we know. He was as pessimistic as they come. Hanging out with Kazuichi was something he told himself wouldn’t be worth his time, but he agreed, so he had to suck it up. To his surprise, hanging out with him wasn’t so bad. In fact, he’ll never admit it, but Byakuya actually enjoyed Kazuichi’s company. They went for a glass of punch, enjoyed the feast, danced with friends till dawn. Around 4am (because damn, this party was just never gonna end), they took it upon themselves to walk along the beach. As they walked, conversations took place. Byakuya went off on a rant about his limousine life, riding in one everyday and how he feared for his life when doing so. His limo made a sound that sounded as if it were going to fall apart any time soon.

“It was a scratching noise against the asphalt and absolutely terrorized me as a child. To this day, I won’t enter a limousine. I just can’t”

“Scratching? Gee, only thing that comes to mind is the exhaust coming down. Wish I could’ve seen it and told you for sure”

“I still have it in a hidden garage. It’s that valuable”

“Oh, nice! Maybe, I can stop by and see what’s wrong. You’ll have to drive it though”

Byakuya raised a brow. “You’re the mechanic, are you not?,” he asked. Kazuichi laughed nervously, nodding. “See, thing is...I get terribly carsick”. Well, that was new. It was confusing to Byakuya, just as the confusion hit, Kazuichi added:

“Isn’t that funny? The rich guy who’s scared of limos and the mechanic with carsickness”

Byakuya snickered,“Yeah, I guess that’s unheard of”.

They laughed, finding a perfect place to sit down. It was late. Dark and late, the sand was cool against their hands. They took off their shoes, setting them aside. The waves crashes on the shore, “So, what next?,” Kazuichi asked. His voice was softer, Byakuya took notice. “What do you mean?,” he asked. Kazuichi pushed back his hair and shrugged. “I mean, now that we’re all free”. Byakuya took time to give a proper answer, he had a plan.

“Well, for starters, after we finish cleanup, do the very best to rebuild homes. Slowly as we become civilized again, I rebuild the Togami Conglomerate. It’s what my family would’ve wanted and for them, I’d do just about anything” “Wow” “And yourself?”

Kazuichi smiled, facing him. “I’ve been working on blueprints here and there to, get this, introduce new transportation for us all!”. Byakuya shrugged. “You haven’t heard the best part, though,” he added,“You’ll never guess what it is!”.

“Flying car?

“That sounds awesome— No! That’s not it at all!”

“What is it?”

Kazuichi bit back his smile and answered,“A monorail! One that goes super fast! I just know it’s possible! Average monorail? 70 miles per hour, but if I get it right, It could go 200 miles per hour...ore more!”. Now, Byakuya was smiling. “Impressive,” he responded,“It’d be very convenient for people to get around”.

“I’m glad you think so”

Kazuichi faced the ocean, sighing deeply. “I’ve just always wanted to build transportation, really fast ones,” he said,“My old man doubted me, though. He didn’t think it was realistic. He said cars I can do, but never anything past that. Something about cars is all the family knows, I dunno”.

“I think you can do it”

“You’re just saying things—”

“No, I know you can. You have something other geniuses lack. You have the heart. Where there’s heart, there is will”

“That means a lot coming from you”

“Why from me?”

Kazuichi explained that he knows about Byakuya’s family and they didn’t sound any easier, either. “We didn’t have good upbringings,” he said,“But you, you had it so hard. Yet, you overcame all of that shit. If you survived that and all of this, I know you can rebuild your conga line”

“Conglomerate?”

“Yeah, that”

They smiled. “Man to man,” Kazuichi added,“Is settling down in that plan?”. Byakuya hadn’t thought of that at all. Would he even want to settle down? Jesus. That was the last thing he expected to think about. “I’m going to be completely honest with you,” Byakuya answered,“I have no idea. That isn’t something that’s come to mind. While I’d like to have someone to continue my legacy, I just don’t know. Tell me about your plan?”. Kazuichi was confused now, he didn’t think Byakuya was gonna return the question. “I would like to, but who’d love me?,” he muttered. He continued.

“I never had the best luck with women, but then sometimes, I sit and wonder,’Do I really feel this way about women?’ I try to be such a people pleaser, I sometimes don’t even know if I genuinely like something or if I say I do because that’s what’s expected of me and I’ve never told anyone else that, wow”

Byakuya sucked at being comforting, we also know this, but he really wanted to be there for Kazuichi. “I think I’m gay,” Kazuichi blurted, covering his mouth. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that”. Byakuya shook his head,“First of all, congratulations”. Kazuichi couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Second of all, don’t apologize for being truthful to yourself,” he said,“I’m not exactly of heterosexual persuasion either”.

“Oh, thank god. I though I was going to be killed and thrown into the ocean”

“Nah, because who on this island is straight? Absolutely no one”

“You might be right...wow. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gaaaayyy”

Byakuya laughed,“Let it out, I guess”. “I’ve just never said that out loud! It feels so freeing!”. Kazuichi stood up and ran to the ocean. At the top of his lungs, he professed his attraction to men. He ran back, only for them to hear someone say. “You love who you love, man, more power to ya!”. They laughed at that moment, laughed so hard their stomach cramped. “Who even was that?,” Kazuichi sobbed.

“I think that might’ve been Yasuhiro”

“O-Oh, at least you know him”

They calmed down, enjoying their time on the sand. “This was fun,” Kazuichi mumbled. “I agree”. He scoot closer to Byakuya, who unknowingly wrapped his arm around his waist. He caressed his sides, softly. Kazuichi lay his head on Byakuya’s shoulder, which he didn’t mind. There was just something really comforting about this. “What’s most important to you in a relationship?,” Kazuichi asked. His voice was still soft, but unlike before, it wasn’t stern or blue. “For both of us to have ambition and goals set,” he answered,“What’s important to you?”.

“I just wanna trust someone. It’s hard for me to trust anyone, really. So as long as I can trust them and they’re kind, that’s all I want”

“Well, I’m a brutally honest cunt”

“I love brutally honest cunts”

He laughed as he continued to rub down his sides. As the saying goes, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take. Plus, tonight was going just great. “Look at me,” Byakuya said. “Hm?”. Kazuichi faced him, only to be grabbed and pulled to Byakuya’s lips. He gasped, a blush coming across his face as Byakuya kissed him ever so tenderly. They pulled away slowly. Kazuichi covered his face, Byakuya reaching for his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “No! Its okay!,” he blurted,“It was more than okay! I-I’ve just never kissed another dude before. Okay, I’ve never actually kissed anyone else”.

“Oh?”

“Well, I have, but not like this”

“I can tell. Your lips, they were so soft and inexperienced. Untouched, I’d say”

As Byakuya said this, he placed his thumb gently on Kazuichi’s lips, sliding it down soft and slowly; he shuddered before he spoke. “I want you to kiss me again,” he muttered against his sliding thumb. “Good”. Kazuichi’s breath hitched as Byakuya grabbed his jaw, gently kissed him. He kissed back now with more readiness, his hand digging into the sand. Byakuya’s hand moved from his jaw to his throat, gripping softly. A sweet moan escaped Kazuichi’s lips, making him bite Byakuya’s bottom lip. He winced, pulling away momentarily. “Sorry,” he whispered. Byakuya reassured him it was okay, but Kazuichi shook his head. “Let me kiss it better,” he cooed, pushing Togami on his back. Soda straddled him, pecking his lower lip.

Now, Byakuya was blushing.

“Ah, don’t hate me, but I kinda drew blood”

“You? Withdraw blood? With those teeth? Also unheard of”

“Hey! Shut up about my teeth”

“I like your teeth”

“I like you”

“Really? Prove yourself truthful”

“Say less”

“WHAT THE FUCK”

Soda quickly got off of Togami, who sat up just as fast. There stood Hiyoko, Mahiru, Ibuki, and Mikan. “Hey girls!,” Kazuichi waved,“Togami was just helping me find my glasses. We found them know, so there’s no need to worry”. “Oh don’t worry, we were just on our way to the cabins,” Mahiru explained. “What goes on in the cabins stays in the cabins! Wooho- ouch!”. Hiyoko acting as if she didn’t just nudge the fuck out of Ibuki. “Y-You know, if you two are going to, uhm, continue what you were d-doing here,” Mikan began to suggest,“Maybe you c-could go get a cabin too. The others are headed over here”. Kazuichi looked at Byakuya, who nodded. “Okay then! Let’s go!”.

So there they were, following the girls to the cabins. “I say we go to mine, just to be safe,” Kazuichi explained,“Besides, I got to clean up. It looks greats now”. Byakuya just nodded, he couldn’t utter a word. For some reason, his heart was pounding out of his chest. The girl’s split from them, giggling as they entered their room. “Home sweet home,” Kazuichi said as he opened the door. They stepped in, Kazuichi locking it. He had turned the lights on, but once he jumped on his bed, Byakuya turned them off. “Oh, you’re straight to the point, aren’t you?,” Kazuichi teased as he held his arms open for Byakuya to crawl in. He did just that, kissing him all over. He focused on his lips for about 30 seconds, before moving on to his neck, and finally he unbuttoned his shirt a little to kiss along his chest. Feeling his shirt unbutton, Kazuichi took it upon himself to do the same to Byakuya, except unbuttoning it all.

“Togami..

“Yeah?”

“Lay down”

“Alright”

Byakuya lay down as Kazuichi got between his legs, hands on his belt buckle. “Can I...?”. Byakuya nodded, giving Kazuichi permission to take it off. Carefully, he slid off his jeans and briefs, exposing his pale cock. At that point, it was quite obvious that Kazuichi had no idea as to what he was doing and supposed to do. He began by grabbing his cock, licking at his tip a little, stroking him. Byakuya snickered as Kazuichi’s eyes met his, but breathed deeply. He put his mouth over it, bobbing his head, accidentally hitting his throat. He gagged, but not loudly. Byakuya played with his hair, not yet grabbing it. “Take your time,” he comforted,“I want you to enjoy this as much as I am...Fuck~ you’re doing so well”.

Kazuichi was really, really struggling. He had to think back to the most realistic porno he’s ever seen. What were these people doing that he hasn’t? Try being sloppy maybe? Cursing himself for his lack of education in gay sex (well, actually, just sex in general), he worked with what he knew. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself. Little did he know, he was actually putting Byakuya on edge. Byakuya hardly cursed and when he did, it was for good reason. Like right now, Kazuichi was giving him the sloppiest head in that moment. He was doing so well, Byakuya became fixated his mouth. Something about his mouth drove him insane.

And then there was Kazuichi, still believing he was doing terrible. His thoughts were racing.

I know I’m doing something wrong...

Is he even enjoying it?

God, I’m so out of his league...

Maybe if I just spit...

What would my dad think of this? Wait, my dad’s dead—

Kazuichi allowed himself to drool all over his cock. Byakuya moaned, pushing his head back. “No more, I’m so close...,” he gasped,“I’d prefer to finish elsewhere...”. Kazuichi’s stomach sank. “O-Oh,” he stuttered,“Okay, I guess I’ll just lay down”. Byakuya got in between his legs now, removing his jeans amd boxers, examining him, realizing he’d look better completely nude. Kazuichi shivered, which he also took note of. “Let me pull a bedsheet over us,” he said,“You look cold”. “Thank you,” Kazuichi muttered as Byakuya fumbled for the covers.

“Better?”

“Still a little chilly”

“Okay, Uhm- how about now?”

Byakuya held Kazuichi with his arms wrapped around him, bare chests making contact. “Feels so nice,” he mumbled. Byakuya placed a kiss on his chest before warning him about prep.

“Please be gentle”

“I will be, just relax. Breathe”

Kazuichi was shaking at this point, he was so nervous and didn’t know why. Byakuya held him tightly, stopping himself from entering even a finger in the guy. “You’re shaking,” he noted,“Is everything okay?”. Kazuichi nodded, explaining,“This is my first time, I just want you to be gentle”. Byakuya helped him work on his breathing. He placed a warm hand on his chest, making sure his heart rate slows down. “There,” he whispered,“I’m gonna go slow”. Kazuichi nodded, bracing himself.

Prep wasn’t actually bad?

He took Byakuya’s first two fingers well, but then the third one made him whine (and cry a little). Nonetheless, he just wanted to get it over with. The pain had gone away once Byakuya had curled his fingers a few times. Kazuichi made small noises as he took his fingers, whining when pulled out. With his other hand, he cupped Kazuichi’s jaw, but slowly slit it down to his throat. Kazuichi gasped as he felt Byakuya’s grip tighten. “I’m going to ruin you ever so softly,” he whispered,“Understood?”.

“Yes...”

“Good”

Byakuya took his cock out, placing Kazuichi’s legs on his shoulders. Still tight, he groaned as he pushed in. “Ah! Fuck...”. Along with being filled by Byakuya’s cock, the grip on his throat remained, sending a wave of pleasure through him. Byakuya kept his thrusts slow, just like be promised. “I-Is this okay?,” Byakuya managed.

“Harder”

“I just started. D-Don’t you want to ease into it first”

“No, just— please. Also...”

Kazuichi moved his hand to Byakuya’s choking hand, pressing it down harder against him. “What you’re asking for could hurt you, um...Are you sure?,” Byakuya asked. Kazuichi nodded, fisting Byakuya’s hair and pulling him in for a heated kiss. In response, Byakuya only thrust harder into him. He knew he wouldn’t last long, seeing Kazuichi’s already fucked out face. Each thrust only made his blush deepen and his stomach acids find new ways to make him feel sick. Byakuya came to the realization that his cock already had the guy in shambles and in a trance, almost. He was making him feel good, but he knew that he wasn’t exactly fucking him the way he should be fucked, deserves to be fucked. He wasn’t hitting his sweet spot just right, Byakuya taking it upon himself to experiment with his thrusts.

“Ngh! Hey, why’d you stop doing that? It felt— Ah!”

Found it.

Byakuya tried thrusting with his cock in that angle, but realized it was harder in this position. “Ass up,” he sighed, slightly out of breath. Kazuichi didn’t hesitate whatsoever, immediately laying on his stomach with his ass in the air. Sure, he already felt weak in his knees, but that wouldn’t stop him from letting Byakuya do him the way he was about to.

It didn’t take long for Byakuya to rediscover this new spot, hitting it repeatedly. Kazuichi dug his face into the soft, white pillows; practically screaming as he was unraveling underneath Byakuya. His whines were perpetual and if you listened closely, you could hear exactly what he was saying in a quiet breath.

“Yesyesyes, oh! Please don’t stop now pleasepleaseplease I can’t take it anymore, Ah! I love you, I love you so much, I really love you, o-oh thank you..”

Byakuya smiled at his low, yet raspy words. I love you? “How cute,” he muttered, pulling his messy pink hair back. Kazuichi’s hand shook as he moved it too his leaking cock. “I’m close, Togami, please don’t stop”. Byakuya snickered,“I don’t plan on it”. Gently, he shoved his head back down onto the pillow, also nearing his high. Without warning, Byakuya came after a few thrusts. Feeling his warmth, Kazuichi came right after. He collapsed onto the mattress, head in the pillows and trying his very best to catch his breath. As he took deep breaths, Byakuya smiled as his fingers walked up the blushing boy’s back, tracing small circles and figure eights.

“You’re too kind”

“You deserve it,” Byakuya whispered, placing a hand on Kazuichi’s hip and kissing up and down his back (and to his neck). Kazuichi turned around, Byakuya getting to kiss his stomach a few times before being pulled up by Kazuichi. “Ah!”. He laughed as he held Byakuya tighter, nuzzling him. Byakuya may have been taller, but Kazuichi was definitely stronger.

“Gotcha”

Byakuya would be annoyed, but not when Kazuichi has the goofiest and most smug look on his face. Eventually he let him go, laying by him. Kazuichi’s hair was ruined by their little night Basically, he ended up with his tiny braid undone. Kazuichi twirled his excess hair in between his fingers. “Oh- Allow me,” Byakuya said, finding the rubber band used to fasten the hair, braiding. Kazuichi’s eyes stared at him lovingly, watching Byakuya put his glasses back on just to redo his braid. “Annnnnd...done”. Byakuya rubbed his chest before reaching for the the ground and picking up his briefs, putting them back on. He tossed Kazuichi his boxers.

“Thanks”

“Of course”

They lay next to each other, Kazuichi playing with Byakuya’s hair. “I’m so glad I met you,” Byakuya admitted. “Ditto”. Byakuya grabbed his chin, pulling him in for a slow, passionate kiss. Suddenly, the door creaked open, but two girls rush in, already fondling each other.

“Excited, aren’t you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be when you look so—”

Kazuichi and Byakuya stared at the two women, who awkwardly stared back.

“Togami?”

“Fukawa?...WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH NAEGI’S SISTER?”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE MECHANIC?”

“I won’t say anything if you don’t”

“Sounds good to me! Come on, Komaru”

The girls ran out, thus allowing Kazuichi and Byakuya to finish their little makeout session. Eventually, it tired them out, sleeping in each other’s arms. Before sleep, Byakuya wondered something, but decided it could wait. The next morning, Kazuichi woke up first, planting a small kiss on Byakuya’s lips. As his eyes fluttered open, Kazuichi gasped. “My prince has finally awoken”.

“Silly”

“I know”

Byakuya kissed him properly, getting up to bathe. Upon entering the shower, he heard the door open. “Can I join?!”. Byakuya invited him in, closing the shower door. “Did you want something before we go?,” Byakuya asked, making Kazuichi blush. “Uh, no, um...did you?”. Byakuya shook his head.

“I just wanted to shower with you”

“I see. Help me with my hair, I’ll help you with yours”

Kazuichi nodded, grabbing the shampoo and lathering it into his hair. It didn’t take long to add in the conditioner in too since his hair was short. Now, Byakuya got to Kazuichi’s hair. He took care of Kazuichi, being less awkward about washing him up. It’s not that Kazuichi wasn’t into helping him, he was insecure about touching him. He wanted to do it right, sometimes doubting himself and what he was doing. Byakuya on the other hand, was confident in what he was doing as he massaged Kazuichi’s scalp whilst washing him. “Did you mean it?”.

“Mean what?”

“Last night while I was destroying you from the inside out—”

“Of course”

“—you said you loved me....well, did you mean it? I know people say things they don’t mean in a state of bliss, but-”

“Togami, I meant every word”

Byakuya’s heart skipped a beat as Kazuichi spoke. “If you mean it, tell me right now that you love me,” he ordered. “I love you, Togami. Do you love me?”. Byakuya held onto him, hugging him tightly. “Well, I guess this is my answer,” Kazuichi laughed,“Hey— Are you crying?”. Obviously crying, (because he was emotional for some reason) Byakuya backed away.

“Of course not! Me? Crying? No, never!”

“I love you”

“I love you too”

“Was this too fast?”

“What? You’re telling me you don’t believe in love at first sight?”

“I guess I do”

They finished up their shower and got dressed, heading out. Everyone had already met up at the dock. “Jesus, where the hell were you two?!,” Makoto asked, genuinely concerned. “Yeah, we were about to go search,” Hajime added. “I was helping Kazuichi pack something. I saw him struggle in his room with it,” Byakuya said, calmly. Kazuichi just went along with it. “Yeah, my tools wouldn’t pack well,” he explained,“Togami was just helping me stuff everything into my toolbox”. A low mutter was heard, but you’d have to be close enough to understand it.

“Yeah, right. That toolbox wasn’t the only thing Byakuya was stuffing...—”

“FUKAWA!”

“Alright! That does it for the headcount!,” Makoto announced,“Let’s get going. We have a rebuilt city to settle into!”. As everyone cheered on boarded the boat with their own individual classes, Byakuya rushed closer to Kazuichi. “Will I see you again?,” Kazuichi asked.

“Soon. May I kiss you goodbye, or would that be too much a cliche?”

“Yeah, but I love cliches. All the best movies have ‘em”

“So do I”

They kissed tenderly, Byakuya holding his waist. They pulled away, smiling. “See ya around,” Kazuichi mumbled. “Goodbye, Souda”.

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DO continue the old guard AU pls :)

immortal foxes part 2!

recap !

neil just found out he’s immortal (his father killed him, neil came back to life, killed his father, is now panicking in a gas station bathroom)

the rest of the foxes know about neil and are after him, it’s a race.

(they find out through a dream + it’s how they know about each other, though andrews group and dans have not met yet)

(then there’s renee who knows everyone, recently left the foxes after an argument, they now feel bad and are after neil, so that they find renee)

andrew’s group (drew nicky and aaron) have arrived in neil’s area

renee’s group is right behind them (renee kevin and jean)

(kev and jean just found out they were immortal like 2 weeks ago, together :) renee went to retrieve them)

dan’s group are further away, still want to get neil before the rest do, so they’re speeding. excessively. have already had one accident on the way (seth) (he is immortal, i have not killed him off) pray for them.

(dans group is: dan matt allison seth + katelyn)

so neil is in a gas station bathroom and a stranger knocks on the door. neil opens it. he’s handed a plastic bag.

he thanks the stranger and closes the door in their face. washes up in the sink + gets changed etc

(u see, neil is trying Very Hard not to think about why this stranger suddenly decided to buy him clothes and soap. neil’s decided it’s just ‘people do weird things when ur attractive. even if u look like u definitely killed 8 people 15 minutes ago.’)

half an hour later, when neil’s dressed and clean he walks out of the bathroom. and. to his absolute Horror. the weird stranger is Still waiting for him.

neil halts. kind of scared. there’s a beat of silence.

stranger: oh sorry i haven’t introduced myself!— my name’s jeremy! jeremy knox :) nice to meet you.

neil stares impolitely. jeremy ignores this, then suddenly goes “oh!” making neil jump.

jeremy laughs and apologizes, then shuffles through his backpack.

he hands neil a granola bar + a grey gatorade and smiles.

neil is in love

so renee is trying to steal a car.

keyword: trying

jean, jumping up and down in place: oh my god oh my god oh m

kevin, whisper shouting at renee as she walks past him with a bat: you literally just beat up a fucking cop!! we can’t just—

(glass shattering) (kev and jean screaming)

andrew wants to look for the pretty boy and snatch him up before the trojans do. but aaron REFUSES to fucking help. out of spite.

u see the last immortal (before kev+jean) was a blonde girl (katelyn) and they found out about her through a dream, as usual.

this was around 350 years ago. aaron wanted to look for her. andrew refused.

aaron has been (extremely) petty ever since

andrew: nicky, you go through gas stations, public bathrooms, anything. aaron will—

aaron: im not doing shit.

andrew:

andrew: it’s been three fucking centuries. get over it.

aaron: YOURE AFTER MULTIPLE CUTE BOYS MEANWHILE YOU DIDNT EVEN LET ME—

(aaron continues yelling, nicky does his I Told You So laugh and does not help at all. andrew puts his head in his hands and groans)

neil is in a van. on the highway. staring at jeremy and a girl. the driver is another girl.

so. now that the granola and gatorade are finished. neil realises he’s definitely made a mistake.

jeremy has introduced the girls as laila and alvarez. he’s also explained that all of them are immortal, including neil.

neil is too busy unlocking the car door

renee has told andrew that she’s getting closer and is currently on the highway. andrew yells about aaron.

kevin and jean have fallen asleep on each other in the backseat.

the foxes are on the highway. getting closer inhumanly fast lol. seth is now sharing with matt due to him crashing his other car

there were no other casualties other than seth— he didn’t die, but got yelled at by dan. f.

renee sees familiar looking cars going way over the speed limit in her rearview mirror and laughs

alvarez is driving quietly. jeremy seems to have gotten carsick and is now sticking his head out the window. trying not to throw up. laila is all too excited, smiling brightly as she attempts at a conversation with neil.

neil. of course. is not listening.

laila then finally turn and asks jeremy if he’s alright. neil decides it’s now or never.

he throws the car door open and hurls himself out, breaking some limbs as he practically fucking flies down the highway.

cars barely miss neil, swerving past him. he doesn’t notice due to the fact that everything he broke is healing extremely slowly and painfully

alvarez hastily stops the van, twisting to the side of the road. cars beep and swerve past violently in the process.

laila jumps out of the van shakily, taking out a gun. she yells for neil.

neil, healing, immediately notices laila. then jeremy, who has rather embarrassingly fallen out of the van. he seems to be hurling.

neil then notices that laila has a gun. he immediately gets up, and starts running fast, ignoring his half healed leg. the direction he’s chosen is the forest right off the highway.

laila notices

she shoots neil in the head, he falls.

renee sees the cars gathering in the opposite direction

but can’t see much past the concrete dividers placed between lanes. she doesn’t really think much about it.

suddenly, a gunshot.

renee mutters ‘of course’ and slams the brakes. a car immediately crashes into the back of hers, sending them flying a few feet forward.

jean and kevin wake up from their sleep rather. shocked. and in pain.

kevin, bloody, is about to yell something at renee but she speed dials andrew and throws her phone at kevin

renee jumps out of the car, vaulting over the concrete divider. she runs in the direction of the van.

allison, who is in front of the rest of the foxes, immediately noticed renee running out of the wrecked car in the distance.

she laughs gleefully, quickly calling dan, who’s a few cars behind, telling her the rest of the foxes should definitely stop their cars.

so renee jumps over the barrier, running through the crowd of cars and onlookers.

she spots a woman heaving a dead redhead over one shoulder

#pls let this get notes i rlly loved it nmvbcnm #the old guard au #the foxhole court #some blood and stuff here #aftg #tfc #neil josten #andrew minyard #renee walker #kevin day #allison reynolds #aaron minyard #twinyards #shitposts #lailalvarez #and then the lesbians fight! who wins???

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