#but also happy that you're going to town with the prompt i gave you; eat it up

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

CONGRATS ON HUNDRED DOVE!! you sent me a risqué ask for 100 so now i do it back to ye-

"caught in the rain" with leona :D or ruggie, if someone got to him first! ehehehehehehhehehehe you can see stuff 😳👀 for free ✨✨✨

btw your ask is sending me so hard but i'm already typing out so much for leona so your ask is gonna be the last one for the event lol

Caught in the Rain; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader needs to get bonked with a stick (/j)

Content Warning; Swearing

Word Count; 700+

AN; Don't expose my ass on my own blog, Soru /j. (just trying to feed your own simping along with the simps) But I hope you enjoy what I wrote for Leona and this prompt! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The sky lay heavy with dark clouds, the smell of rain thick in the air, yet not a single drop had yet to strike the ground. The air was dense with humidity, warm from the harsh sun’s rays from earlier in the day. But yet, you found yourself outside, trying to find Leona.

He had invited you to spend your summer break as his guest in the palace. Well, less so 'invited', more so demanded.

“Do you have anywhere else to be, herbivore? I thought as much. Come on, you’re staying with me.”

You still don’t really know why, but you weren’t going to throw away the chance of staying someplace beyond nice for the summer… plus Leona wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. Yes, he puts on an act of not caring, and being abrasive, but you knew that he cared, that he worried. Also, the two of you had been having this back-and-forth banter for months; blurring the lines of just friends bickering and something... more. But neither of you had made a move. It just hung in the air between you, nearly as suffocating as the humidity now; potent with the possibility of a massive storm.

Back to the present though. You were on the outskirts of the palace, looking for wherever Leona had decided to take a nap for this afternoon.

“Leona,” you called, but all you heard in return was the low rumble of thunder in the distance. Where is that overgrown house cat? I swear if I get caught in a downpour because of him… “LEONA!”

The first drops of rain began to fall, gentle and sparse. But you knew full well that in a few minutes' time they would be falling hard and fast.

“LEONA KINGSCHOLAR?!” You shouted at the top of your lungs.

You heard an annoyed huff of air off to your left, and looking up you saw none other than Leona lounging in the low-hanging branches of a tree.

“Ya don’t need to yell, ya know,” he sighed, landing softly on the ground. He looked up to the sky and frowned before setting a slow pace back to the palace. “Are you coming or what, herbivore?”

You followed after him, catching up so the both of you were going at a comfortable pace. Thunder was still rumbling, and the rain was slowly picking up, but there was no rush. Well, there wasn’t any rush until there was a flash of lightning and it seemed like the entire sky’s worth of water came down all at once on the both of you.

“Shit,” Leona hissed and guided the both of you to the relative cover of a tree to wait out the worst of the monsoon. “Just our luc-” He stopped talking when he looked at you though.

You were spitting out some stray rainwater that had managed to get into your mouth. But once the intruding water was gone you looked over to him but you felt your eyes lock on his torso; the white shirt that he was wearing was now completely see-through and you could see everything. Stop staring! Damn though- STOP STARING! But your eyes refused to move.

Leona noticed this, and he also took in your drenched appearance but was more subtle with it. “Tch,” he tapped you on the nose, breaking you of your staring stupor. “My eyes are up here,” his voice was teasing though, light.

You snapped out of it, catching his mirthful eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper. You felt your face grow warm at the slip of your tongue, but it was true. Even before you openly ogled at him, you always thought that, but never said it to his face.

Leona chuffed, but he didn’t say anything; neither denying or accepting your statement. “You aren’t half bad yourself,” he said softly.

The two of you sat underneath the tree, still in your soaked clothes, watching the rain fall together in a comfortable quiet. And while the first golden rays of sunlight may have been stunning, the both of you thought it was nothing when compared to the captor of your hearts; each other.

After all, you still had the rest of the summer to build on this new development.

#dove does events #100 follower event #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar x gn reader #dove answers #twst fluff #soru! #decided to make the staring a bit more respectful than just *lip bite* hahaha; ya know #leona is also 'respectfully' looking at you; you're welcome #twst drabble #me; yeah they'll be between 300 and 900 words long [lies they will all probs be over 500 words each] #but also happy that you're going to town with the prompt i gave you; eat it up #idk what else to tag so yeah #leona “my eyes are up here” kingscholar #soru; i appreciate tatas #well there you go; ya got to see some leona tatas in a wet white shirt #i bonk reader with a stick

[grey-sides]

For the prompts; “if you cry, i’ll cry ─ and that won’t be fun for anyone.”

Hello, anon! Fair warning that this drabble contains some spoilery stuff for S4 because until I finish what will likely be a longer fix-it, I still wanted to get a little something something out there. Essentially pre-harringrove here! Also, this prompt comes from this list.

Steve’s side still kind of aches where Nancy has bandaged it up, he’s going to need stitches and probably like every vaccine known to man. But he’s alive and Vecna is dust, literally, and Max has her arms wrapped around Billy. Billy who is alive and whole, if a bit grubby and sweaty. 

Chrissy is back too, sobbing against Eddie who looks simultaneously ecstatic and totally freaked out. And Nancy is kneeling next to Fred, holding his hand while he mutters to himself. Lucas has Patrick in a one armed-hug, staring over his shoulder at Max and Billy. It’s surreal that they get this, this happy ending where everyone lost to Vecna in the past year is back. 

Steve is…a little unclear on the divide between the Mindflayer and Vecna because the kids thought Vecna reported to the Mindflayer. But Nancy said Vecna created the Upside Down and maybe Steve has lost more blood than he thought. 

He pushes away from the tree he’s been leaning on with the Creel house crumbled in front of them. There will probably always be a sinkhole there, it’s for the best. This land is cursed. Maybe all of Hawkins is, maybe it needs a cleansing fire or something across the whole town. It’s not Steve’s problem to solve right now. 

Steve limps over beside Max and Billy. Max’s head hits him right in the chest where Steve saw the Mindflayer pierce it. One of his former English teachers would probably call that poetic and might ask them to explain what the symbolism means. Steve wouldn’t know, would just sit there, head down, hoping he doesn’t get called on. 

Billy lifts his head and fixes Steve with a thousand yard stare. But he’s not angry, he just looks…lost. Like he’s forgotten where he is or why he’s here, his hands tighten just a little more in the back of Max’s blue jacket. 

“Nice fucking vest,” he says and his voice is rough, but it’s him. It’s Billy. Finally sounding like himself and not some fucked up alternate universe version of himself. His eyes shine in the moonlight with unshed tears. It’s his birthday. Rebirthday too. 

“It’s Munson’s,” Steve tells him, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. As if Billy would think for one second that it’s Steve’s. Maybe he thinks Steve had a breakdown or something and found salvation in heavy metal. Fat chance, he’s more likely to get into jazz or something. 

Billy nods and buries his nose against Max’s hair. Her breathing is erratic and she keeps hiccuping. There’s just a lot of tears happening and Steve feels caught in the middle but also outside of it all. Should he be crying? He feels like he should be doing something. Feels like the first time his mom gave him a haircut and he had freaked out, expecting it to be life changing. But it was just a haircut and now he gets them sorta regularly and it’s nothing. The Upside Down shit is starting to feel like a haircut. 

Billy pulls his head back up and looks at Steve again. His eyes seem more sure, his hands a little more steady where they’re holding Max. “Come here, Harrington,” he commands, lifting one arm. 

Steve just blinks at him, taking a step back. He should check on Dustin and Robin, he’s pretty sure they’re arguing about magnetic polarity or something insane. 

“Come here,” Billy repeats. “You look like you're about to cry and if you cry, I’ll cry and that won’t be fun for anyone.”

Steve reaches up to touch his cheek. Is he about to cry? Steve Harrington doesn’t cry. Didn’t even cry when the demobats tried to eat him alive. But he feels really unsteady and he wants to know what Max wrote in her letter to him. And he suddenly wants to know what Billy’s arm feels like wrapped around his shoulders. 

He steps closer and finds himself boxing Max into Billy. He wraps his arms around both of them and presses his cheek to the top of her head and she turns a little, to get an arm around him too. It should be weirder, he thinks, to be part of this family reunion. But it’s not, Max and Billy are just another part of the little band of misfits Steve calls his family more than he calls his own parents.

“No crying, okay?” Billy tells him but when Steve looks at him, he has tear tracks carving out the dirt on his cheeks. 

“Okay,” Steve breathes and he swallows back any tears that could even think about making an appearance on his face. Or he doesn’t. Max’s hair is just kind of damp to begin with, probably, she won’t notice if he gets tears in there too. 

When Steve feels like he has his shit under control, he pulls back to look at their ragtag group. Dustin has migrated over to lean against Lucas’ side with Erica and Robin is holding Nancy’s other hand. Steve is done trying to make sense of all of this, he’s hugging Billy Hargrove after all and Billy’s hand keeps tightening and releasing against his back. Because he slid his hand under the vest at some point. It feels nice. 

A loud, smelly van pulls up on the street and a helicopter lands in the park across from it and the rest of the group has arrived. Steve feels his shoulders sag with something like relief, but he doesn’t let go of Billy or Max. Jane’s head is shaved again, he kind of feels bad for relying on her so much. Jonathan has a new friend he has a feeling Eddie is going to get along with. Hopper is…also alive, but looking different. Not Vecna or the Mindflayer then. 

Some government guys show up to start leading people into vans and away from the scene while Jane gets ready to do what she does best. Seal it up. Close it down. Make the monsters sleep for another year. 

Steve refuses to let go of Max and since Billy won’t let go of her either, they get bundled into the same van. He’s pretty sure Lucas would rather be here with her, but Lucas is the only one Patrick knows, so he’s being a good friend until someone who knows him better can arrive. 

“Thanks,” Billy says when the back door of the van slams closed. Max is still wrapped around him, her headphones around her shoulders but Steve can faintly hear Kate Bush playing. “For helping her.”

Steve shakes his head and leans it back against the wall of the van. He’s tired and Billy’s hand is warm in his where they’re attached across the aisle. “Nah, I could have done more.”

Billy fixes him with a glare, it’s lost a little heat with the tears still on his cheeks. “You helped her. You did.”

Steve doesn’t argue, is too tired for that. He hopes he doesn’t have to stay long in the hospital, he just wants to curl up in bed for days on end. He’s gonna have to get like fifty shots probably, rabies has a lot of shots. “Listen, uh, I don’t know if you heard Max’s letter but they’re living in a trailer right now and I just wanted to offer up my guest room. If you want it.”

Billy looks down at Max and brushes his hand over the back of her head. Her eyes are closed. Steve wonders how long it’s been since she actually slept. “Yeah, think we might take you up on that. Just, no more crying, okay? We won.”

“You know, the Hawkins basketball team won the championship a couple nights ago. Right after we both were on the team. Shitty, huh?”

Billy cracks a small smile and leans his head back too. “Yeah well, you were just too damn distracting on that court.”

And Steve thinks. Maybe. But that maybe he doesn’t care anymore about winning basketball because, in his mind, they just won the fucking war. 

#harringrove #anon #st4 spoilers #greye writes #drabble #stranger things

[mysticpetals]

Supermarket runs

Pairing: Jake × mc (Syianne)

Genre: fluff, humor

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Three times Jake ran into Syianne and one time he actually made plans.

Anonymous asked: Hello. If you do still requests, can you do 27 and 40, with Jake and MC from Duskwood from fluff? Sorry I forgot to add that.

Prompts: 27. "Are you blushing?" 40. "Why are you so afraid of loving?"

Notes: here it is! A cute meet up fic with Jake's point of view. I hope you like this one because it's going to be the last thing I'll be posting for a while 😬

Jake had reached his new hideout just a few hours ago.

After evading yet another capture from the government and planting false trails in his wake, he had escaped to a small town, renting an apartment for the time being.

Opening the door to his new house for a few days, he put his cat down, opened his cage and let him explore. Glitch immediately disappeared and Jake put his bags down, sighing tiredly.

He needed to make a quick run to the store nearby, getting some food and other essential items since it was clear that they didn't stock it in the room.

Before he could change his mind, Jake picked up his wallet, locking the door and walked to the store he came across on his way over to the apartment.

It was a medium sized store, probably the one of the few in this small town. Jake browsed the shelves picking up the things he needed along the way. He avoided eye contact with everyone, putting his hood up.

When he was done, he quietly put the few cup noodles and microwaveable dinners on the counter and waited for the cashier to scan his items. Just as he went to pick up the first item, the cashier's phone rang and he glanced at the screen, eyes widening in surprise before his face settled into panic.

"Oh shit, oh shit, I completely forgot," he mumbled to himself frantically and giving Jake an apologetic glance, ran towards the back room.

Well then, it wasn't like he was in any hurry either. He didn't want to go back so soon anyway. He rocked back on his heels, adjusting his mask so that it still covered the lower half of his face and looked around in boredom.

From the backroom, he could hear two voices arguing, one male and other female and just when he thought that maybe it was going to take a while, the cashier ran out of the room, hefting a jacket over his shoulders and looked back.

"I owe you one, Syianne! Thank you so much!"

Jake tilted his head on hearing the familiar name, memories of conversations with his Syianne creeping up.

"You really do, Percy! I better have a three day weekend after this!" The girl shouted back and Jake smiled behind his mask. She even sounded like her.

The cashier yelled back something but he was already out the door to hear properly. The girl came out from the back, wearing her uniform jacket and grumbling about having to do two shifts, but Jake had frozen.

"Sorry about that. My coworker forgot about the date with his girlfriend and had to bolt. Between you and me, she's pretty scary so I'd be running too," she said, already ringing up his few items but Jake couldn't reply. He kept staring at her familiar face, which he had accidentally accessed when going through her chats before.

This was his Syianne.

She glanced at him, probably wondering why he didn't say anything before looking back on the screen. He broke out of his stupor when she told him the total and held up a bag with his items.

His fingers brushed against her and it felt like a lifetime, blood rushing to his cheeks and heart pacing.

"Thank you," he said and got a smile in return.

"You're welcome! Sorry about the delay earlier."

He shook his head rapidly, telling her that it was no trouble and he completely understood. That made her smile widen, her eyes crinkling with happiness.

"Come again soon!"

Oh, he'd be coming back very soon, indeed.

The first thing he did after reaching home was to power on his laptop and search for Syianne's location. Glitch hissed angrily at him for disturbing his slumber atop the chair he was now sitting in but Jake's eyes were fixed on the screen.

The results baffled him, as it showed her living in a completely different country from when he had searched her before, when he had just gotten her number. And then, realisation dawned on him that she might be using a VPN.

He banged his head on the table in frustration but also a little impressed that Syianne had thought of doing something like this to protect her identity.

He was supposed to stay away from all of them, to prevent pulling people into his messes but now one of the most important people in his life literally worked a walk away from his hiding place. He couldn't change places so frequently as it hadn't even been a day and he had to give some time to the police to cool off, before he got on the move again.

He sighed, too wound up to make anything but cup noodles, he got up and went into the kitchen. Glitch trailed behind him, sniping at his heels for his own food and Jake emptied the last can of cat food into Glitch's bowl.

With a jolt, he realised that he would have to go to the supermarket tomorrow again and it brought him equal parts of excitement as well as anxiety at the thought of seeing Syianne again.

———

The next evening, he put the cans of cat food on the counter and was disappointed to find that the guy from yesterday – Percy, if he recalled right – was going to scan his items.

Jake shifted the mask on his face and looked around to see if Syianne was somewhere but to no avail. If Percy noticed him looking around, he didn't say anything. When he grabbed the bag from him, the employee room opened and Syianne came out wearing casual clothes, a bag slung over her shoulder.

"See you tomorrow, Percy!"

She came out from behind the counter and her eyes widened in surprise as they fell on him.

"Oh hi! You're the one from yesterday."

Jake cleared his throat and let out a hesitant, "Y-yeah."

Percy snickered, throwing a knowing look at Jake before turning to Syianne.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, idiot. Bring some coffee with you." He handed Jake his bag as he scrambled to bring out his wallet to pay and gave him a wide smile.

"Syianne here works the morning shifts." He winked and Jake was mortified to hear the amusement in his voice, knowing that he had been caught.

"I'm not bringing you anything until I get my three-day weekend. Anyway, nice to see you again…." She trailed off when she turned to Jake and his mind went into overdrive as he thought about whether he should tell her his real name or not.

"Phil." He blurted out, "My name's Phil."

She tilted her head, no doubt thinking about that bartender from Duskwood who was currently locked up in jail.

"Funny, I know a guy named Phil. Not from around here though." She glanced at the door giving him a final smile.

"Because all the customers come in the evening." Percy complained and Syianne only rolled her eyes at his antics.

"Well, come by in the morning if you want to chat. It's pretty chill that time."

"Deal with it. Anyway, see you tomorrow." She waved one last time and walked out, Jake's eyes following her figure until she disappeared around the corner.

"She's sweet and a little too trustful. I better not hear any complaints about you from her Phil or I won't hesitate to throw a punch or two." Percy threatened and Jake flushed before muttering a hasty excuse and practically running out of the store.

She actually talked to him today and hearing her voice, her words just made it harder for him to stay away. But it was okay if he didn't tell her who he was, right? She won't be in any danger then, right?

These thoughts chased him as he walked back to his temporary home, almost tripping over Glitch when he entered and found a disgruntled cat, waiting for his food.

———

The next morning, Jake worked in his room, occasionally shooing away Glitch who was determined to get his daily dose of affection.

"Just a minute, Glitch." He muttered, typing rapidly, his eyes scanning the screen with an eerie quickness.

A loud, disgruntled meow from his cat breaks the silence again and Jake heaved a frustrated sigh, pushing his laptop away and glaring at the culprit.

"Fine, you little devil! I'll give you breakfast first."

He walked out of the room, Glitch trailing behind him, purring in appreciation and hopped on to a chair while Jake took out the instant pancake mixture that he had recently bought. And that reminded him of the fact that Syianne was here, so close and whether he should tell her or not.

Making the pancakes in a daze, he put a plate in front of Glitch who immediately started gobbling it up. Jake huffed out a laugh and made his own plate, sitting across from his cat. The syrup was towards Glitch and when he leaned forward to take it, he was met by Glitch's paw swatting at his hand.

"What the hell? You ate already! Let me eat too!"

Glitch's paw rested on the syrup bottle and edged it towards the end of the table.

Jake froze.

"Glitch, no. Give me the syrup."

The bottle shifted a bit more.

"No, Glitch. Stop that."

The cat looked at him and stopped and Jake gave a sigh of relief, only to throw back his head in exasperation at the next moment as the bottle was finally pushed off the table.

"You little devil! I'm going to—"

The cat sprang up and ran into the other room, leaving Jake in the kitchen alone.

"Why is it always me?"

———

After cleaning up the kitchen and eating pancakes without any syrup, Jake found himself in the supermarket once again, embarrassed about being there everyday for the last three or so days.

When he put his items on the counter, including a syrup in a plastic bottle this time, he found himself facing Syianne who gave her an amused look.

"Having a good day, Phil?"

It took a moment for Jake to understand that she was talking to him and he flushed when he met her gaze.

"Not really. My cat decided to be an asshole today."

Syianne laughed and if Jake could have heard it everyday, he would. When she scanned his bandaids, she raised an eyebrow, and Jake gave her a sheepish smile, showing her his poorly wrapped hand.

"Oh no, that looks bad," she said but Jake only shook his head.

"It's better than it looks, I promise. I'm just bad at wrapping things up."

She didn't smile but only looked behind him. Seeing no more customers, she gestured for him to come to her side of the counter. Confused, he did as she asked and understanding dawned on him when he saw her opening the packet of gauze he had just bought.

"Oh, no, no. It's okay. I can do it at home." He rushed but she didn't listen, silently asking for him to hold his hand forward. When he realised that Syianne wasn't going to take no for an answer, he sighed and put his hand forward, face heating up and he regretted forgetting to wear a face mask that day.

"Are you blushing?" She asked teasingly and his flush only worsened.

"I-I'm not used to other people caring for me."

She hummed.

"That must be lonely."

She carefully unwrapped his hand, winching at the sight of blood and cleaned it with antiseptic wipes, before wrapping a bandage around the cut. Her hands were gentle but firm, as if she knew what she was doing and had done it a hundred times before. Jake was suddenly hit with a weird nostalgia, a feeling of wanting to know who she was, how many siblings she had, what her goals were.

He didn't realise when she had stopped, staring at him, as he was looking at her and only after several minutes had passed, did Syianne dropped her hands, letting him know that she was done.

The thought struck him like lightning and he quickly grabbed his bags, muttering another thank you and getting a simple smile in return. Before he knew, he was out on the streets and on the way to his house, his thoughts a raging turmoil.

"Thank you very much." He spoke softly, quietly, overwhelmed by such a gesture from her. He was essentially a stranger and she had still helped him, not knowing who he was.

She didn't know who he was.

What was he doing? Going to see her like that, finding excuses to go to the supermarket in hopes of seeing her? What did he want to accomplish?

He released a shaky sigh, running his hands through his hair, when he reached the place. Glitch, knowing that it wasn't the time for his shenanigans, only gave a welcoming meow from his place on the couch.

Maybe it was time he started searching again.

Jake opened his laptop but the ping from his phone made him look for it, heart quickening when he saw her name on it.

Syianne [5:00 pm]

Hey Jake!

How are you doing? I hope you're safe

I patched up a guy today who came in at work. He had a cat too!

Anyway, I don't know why I'm still writing but I hope you're safe and nobody got to you

Why are you so afraid of loving?

Sorry, insensitive question. Ignore that

Waiting for when you come back

...I'm still looking forward to that date

Jake's lips quirked at her messages, warmed by her concern. She had messaged him everyday ever since he went into hiding again. He hadn't replied then, being busy because of his relocation, but now….

In a bold move, very uncharacteristic for him, he messaged her back.

Jake [5:03 pm]

What if I told you that the guy you patched up was me?

Syianne [5:04 pm]

What?

His name was Phil

Oh

Jake waited as she typed and erased, all of it going on for two minutes before she stopped. Jake had a sudden, terrible feeling that perhaps he had made a mistake but soon enough, she replied.

Syianne [5:06 pm]

You're cute in real life as well <3

Jake laughed, amused by her flirty response and decided that perhaps he'd stay there for a few more days.

Syianne [5:06 pm]

What about that date at the Chinese restaurant you promised me?

Jake [5:07 pm]

Does tomorrow work for you? ;)

#duskwood #duskwood jake #everbyte duskwood #duskwood game #everbyte #jake × mc #duskwood jake × mc #jake × player #duskwood fanfic #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood mc #duskwood phil

[euphoriyoongi]

Yoongi Historical au/ Royalty au

prompt requested: number 7:

I’m secretly in love with you but you never seemed to give me the time of day but you all of a sudden tell me you love me and my only thought was to make out with you.

Summary:

As the daughter of the military director, you’ve always had a liking towards the crown prince, Yoongi. Now, many years later, as your secretly in love with him, he’s secretly in love with you.

Pairing: prince!yoongi x reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: royalty! au, historical au, friends to lovers

Warnings: none.

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Joseon Era.

As a child, you dreamed to marry Yoongi. Too bad he was way out of your league.

Not look wise, but rank wise.

He was the only son of the king, heir to the throne. Now you were decently high up as well, being the daughter of the military head, but not even close to being able to even dream about him.

You didn't have a chance. Not even a thought. It's not like he would even like you back anyway, given how he was never one to look into your eyes when you'd speak to him, as if talking to you wasn't important anyway.

As you both aged together, you've noticed him always walk around the palace without any guards, always sneaking around to be alone. He'd never want any attention drawn to him, and if you would wave your hand to say hi, well, chances are that he would walk right past you.

It was hard, as the years flew by and you were still left with the heart wrenching feeling of a one-sided love. It was long enough to call it that, since you have been into him since you laid eyes on him.

Your father and the king were very good friends, and would often bring you to visit him whenever they'd have something to chat about. So you would sit off the the side with Yoongi, who never seemed to be able to replace the frown on his face with a smile.

The only time you had ever seen a smile on his face was when you saw him out of the corner of your eye, only for him to drop it as soon as you turned towards him.

Now in your mid twenties, your father is begging you to marry. You are at the age where you should have at least two kids now. For you to be single and constantly training to become a good fighter just like your father was, you didn't believe you had time for children. And anyway, ever since you turned fifteen to now, you used the excuse that you wished to marry when you met the one.

Your father now tried to bring up the conversation of marriage at this moment, and you stood pin straight, facing the target ahead of you with a bow and arrow in hand, ready to shoot. "But y/n, you really have to think about how important it is. You'll be thirty years old in no time!" He exclaimed, and as he slammed his foot down in irritation, you let the bow slide through your fingers, releasing it only for it to hit the corner of the target.

Groaning, you drop the bow to your side. "Father, I have more important things to be doing." You hummed, giving him the side eye as he stared at you with worry. You reached up to dry a patch of sweat on your forehead.

You used to tell him how much you wanted to marry the prince as a kid, but now it seemed too childish to use as an excuse. She knew she would never be able to marry him anyway, since he probably would have to be married to someone specific.

Yoongi was quite the character. He rarely spoke, but always wanted to leave the palace and go into the town, where his friends would live. He had a select few, and would also run into you as you went on errands.

Whenever he'd spot you, either in the palace or town, he'd stare at you for a moment and look away, almost telling himself not to even pay attention to you. It always made you upset, making you wonder why he would never pay attention to you. It's not like he didn't know you.

You lived your whole life pining over him. From the way he slightly dragged his feet across the dirt, to the way he would always wear a large hat to hide his face whenever he'd leave the palace, you loved him. He was the person you wished to marry even after all these years.

It seemed childish, yes. But if you were to marry and bear children, it would have to be to him. And if it wasn't him, well, it was no one. But your dad didn't need to know that information. "Listen, father, I will marry when I find the one." You said to him, lifting up your bow to shoot another arrow. "Just give me time."

He seemed to understand that you were trying to focus, and stepped back a few feet. Hearing him sigh, you gave him a side eye. "Okay okay. I'm sorry. I just want the best for you." He smiled, giving you a little bow in respect. "I'm off to meet the king for lunch. If you would like to pay your regards to him, let me know."

The arrow slipped through your hand again, now completely missing the target board all together. "Will the prince be there?" You didn't mean to ask this, but you couldn't help it. You haven't seen Yoongi for weeks, and you wished to see his beautiful face again. Would it be so vain to just..use the king as an excuse to see him?

Now, the king loved you. He wished Yoongi was as dedicated as you were, and always asked to see you when your father would visit. You had wished that he would ask you to marry his son, but knowing that it would make no impact with the kingdom, it was out of the question. He was probably just happy with his son having a friend of sorts.

Your father let a smirk reach his lips. "Hm. I'm sure he would be, if he's not galavanting in the village or anything."

Maybe she should stop by to greet the king. "I'll come with you." You said, smiling without paying attention. "I'm sure he'd be happy to see me."

Your father laughed. "I'm sure someone else would be happier."

"Greetings, your majesty." You bowed along side of your father as you stood in front of the king, who was sitting under the pavilion.

Smiling, the king beckoned you both to come under the shade of the pavilion.

Sitting next to him was Yoongi, who looked bored out of his mind. His gaze didn't even reach you, and you looked away from him and back to the king as you walked up the stairs. So much for coming here to see him.

The meal went on, your dad chatting with the king and talking about marriage. You pretty much tuned the whole thing out, given that you say next to Yoongi, who scooted over in the opposite direction of you.

Ouch. Now you knew you really didn't have a chance with him.

"I'm surprised you're sitting down with us, my son." The king bellowed, smiling at Yoongi who sat to his right, you sitting next to Yoongi. He huffed and picked up his utensils to start eating. "Usually you're out in the village—undercover I hope."

Yoongi hummed, not even answering with a word, and continued to eat, and the king brought his attention elsewhere. He faced your dad, smiling. "So, I'm surprised your daughter isn't married yet! My my, what a beauty."

You glanced over to Yoongi, who still stared down at his food. "Yeah, she has a few men lined up to marry her." Your father laughed, making the king chuckle as well. Yoongi finally looked up when he heard those words, now paying full attention to the conversation as he gripped his silk gown tightly in his fist.

"Oh I always wondered why a beautiful girl like her was still unwed." The king smiled over at you, and glanced at his son, who seemed to turn a bit red. "Im sure the wedding will be soon then, eh?"

Your dad hummed as he drank some rice wine. "Ah, yes. Whoever is her husband is sure one lucky guy."

"Why would be be lucky?" Yoongi scoffed, sipping his drink. "She's not even that pretty."

Silence. You nearly dropped your cup as he said this, staring at him with wide eyes.

Your dad cleared his throat and set down his cup. "Well at least you spoke today. I haven't heard your voice in ages..." he carried off, seeming offended by Yoongi's choice of words that were against his beloved daughter.

The king glared at his son. "Yoongi, that is no way to talk to our guests." He then looked over at you, noticing your dumbstruck look. "Please forgive him, he doesn't really socialize well."

Yoongi scoffed again, now slamming his cup against the table. "Why are you guys even pestering her about marriage, anyway? She has no chance with anyone other than—" he cut himself off, looking at you with a solemn expression out of all of his anger. When he noticed your eyes droop away from him and down the the table, he sighed and didn't finish what he was going to say.

Everyone was quiet. The sudden outburst from Yoongi put everyone off, even his father. As Yoongi glanced from your dad to you, you had enough of this degrading. Even though he was the one you dreamed to be with, it wasn't right for him to say those things about you.

You stood up and bowed. "I will take my leave." You said, looking to the king and to your father. "Thank you, your majesty."

He signaled oh that it was okay to leave, and you nearly ran down the steps as if to get away from the embarrassment. How did you not know that Yoongi felt so strongly for you in the most opposite way you wanted? What was the reason for him to hate you—

"Y/n!" You heard a voice yell behind you, the smack of footsteps getting louder and louder. You had stopped in your tracks, standing next to your favorite tree in the palace, the beautiful cherry blossom.

It was Yoongi behind you. He had reached you, now bent over and out of breath as if he just ran a mile. "Ah, you're fast."

You turned around with your arms across your chest. "What do you want?" You looked at him in the eye, and he stared back, nearly begging for forgiveness.

He sighed, kicking a rock that was near his feet. "I uh..." he carried off, now not being able to look at you.

No matter how mean he was to you, he always looked stunningly beautiful. His long dark hair was pulled up, his silky gown matching his hair. He had quite the scar across his cheek, but it made him more attractive in her eyes. As he stumbled on his words, you took the chance to speak. “Listen, your highness, I don’t what to hear your explanation.” You seethe, upset about how he feels towards you. “I don’t know what you were trying to say back there, but I got the message. Clearly.” You growled, turning away from him as you kept your tears in check.

Yoongi reached his arm out to touch your shoulder, making you jump. “What? What are you doing?” You asked, looking down at the ground once again, seeing the rock that he kicked was now near your feet.

“I just…” he carried off again, unable to speak the words on his mind.

You needed to get out of here before the tears began to fall. You were the daughter of the military head, how dare you cry over a boy. At least that’s what you tell yourself. You turned around quickly. “No, your highness, I’m not going to stand here and listen to how ugly I am. How I’m never going to be married because of my looks, how I—“

“I love you.” He sputtered out, looking anywhere but your eyes. “I’ve loved you since you taught me how to sword fight…and when you told me my scar was beautiful..” he carried on, now looking into your eyes with a small smile on his lips. “I didn’t mean any of that stuff back there, I was just upset to picture you..getting married to someone else.”

You were shocked. You stood there, your eyes wide open, standing in front of the man you always wished had feelings for you. And now he’s spilling his guts about how he loved you and—well, what the hell?

He stared into your eyes with worry. You weren’t saying anything back, and just when he was going to say something else, you leaned forward and let your lips touch his, out in the open courtyard for anyone to see.

You kissed him with all of the emotions you held back for as long as you could remember, and it startled him. He didn’t kiss back immediately, but as you pushed your body into his and gripped the back of his head to deepen it, he pushed his face towards you and grabbed onto your hips, pulling them flush against his.

His lips tasted like the cherry blossom tea that he drank, and his hands felt like ecstasy as they nearly tore through your clothing. His touch was like a drug you so desperately needed, and the taste of him made you feel even higher.

All that time you dreamed of kissing him could never live up to this moment, and when you pulled away, your hands still cradling his face, his still resting on your hips, he stared into your eyes and began to chuckle. You laughed back, resting your forehead on his.

“So,” he trailed on, his smile visible. “I’ll take that as an I love you too..?”

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bts fanfic #min yoongi #friends to lovers #daechwita #royalty au #historical au #bts royal au #bts historical au

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LOVEFOOL

Author’s note: HELLO! This is my part for the Valentine’s Day challenge that @1dffchallenges put together. Make sure to keep an eye out for any other pieces published by other authors. Enjoy! And happy Valentine’s weekend! (:

Summary: Harry agrees to go on a blind date set up by his friends in hopes that it will help him move on from an unrequited love.

Word count: 3K

Challenge prompt and dialogue: blind date set up by friends. “I don’t want this to end...”

There’s a first for everything. Harry’s had his fair share of them at the age of twenty-seven. First time on an aeroplane at the tender age of six for a family holiday in Rome. First kiss on his home town’s park with someone he deeply cared about. First time in a recording studio. First time going on tour. The first night spent alone in his new and barely furnished home. The first morning he laid eyes on the girl next door. The ugly heartbreak after she got married, certainly felt worse than his first one.

Life is full of firsts, Harry knows that, and he wishes to have been the first to sneak his way into Jane’s heart, all those years ago.

"You love her" it almost sounds like an accusation coming from Jeff, though the last thing he wants is to make Harry feel guilty. The musician doesn't reply, he shrugs, eyes never leaving her no matter how deep into the ocean she seems to be. "Does she know?" Harry shakes his head in denial. "Did you bring her along just so you could tell her?"

"I enjoy writing music with her, that's why she's here," his tone leaves no room for more questions, the manager knows and sighs defeated. Harry stands from his spot on the beach and heads back inside the house, alone.

Is he being that obvious?

He reviews the past few days and wonders where he slipped, nothing rings any bell. Harry completely and conveniently forgets how he doesn't nag her for having a smoke after dinner, instead he just opens the window and stands close to it, or how he's been making her a cuppa everyday at noon. But it was the time when Jane asked him to help her French plait her hair when something clicked in Jeff's brain, the way Harry beamed at such a simple request left no room for questioning. Yet he asked him, because there was that tiny chance of it all being part of the manager's imagination, but when he looked back on it, the little things now made more sense to him and in a way he always knew.

They've been in Port Antonio for two weeks now and everything was going just dandy, Harry was writing more than ever, the first week he had a new song every day, he even polished the old ones and had a tune for his favourites, thanks to Mitch's help. When Jeff Azoff got there earlier this week, he spent a good two hours talking to Jeff Bhasker about how much of a good idea the trip was.

"Harry is on a writing spree." He complimented Azoff's client, it was nothing but the truth. However the reason for it all, was now heading back to the house to join the others after a good surfing session.

Jane went straight to take a shower, ready to rinse all the ocean's saltiness from her body, thinking how wonderful it would've been if her own worries could be washed away with her tangerine shampoo. In contrast to Harry's good spirits and excellent mood, her own cloud of trouble seemed to follow her all the way from London. She still hadn't heard from her husband, so it is safe to say he was still upset about her going away to work in Harry's album. It was impossible for her to forget the argument they had, at first thinking it was a joke on his side, insinuating that they were ‘shagging behind his back’.

After her shower, wearing comfortable clothes, Jane joins the others for supper but keeps to herself, still with the dichotomy about calling Alex or letting him be. He will eventually come to his senses and apologise. 

What if he doesn't? 

The thought alone of her clothes being packed in boxes by the time she gets back home almost makes her cry, perhaps she can call or text him just to test the waters. It is ridiculous how she seems to be more mature about this than him.

"Penny for them?" Harry's voice brings her back to the now empty dining room, the voices from the rest of their party can be heard from the living room.

"God I'm sorry H, lost myself out there for a moment," she is embarrassed, with him, the others and herself for letting this situation get under her skin. And she's also avoiding talking about it, with Harry or anyone. "I was just thinking about the tempo for Sweet Creature."

"Liar," he hates to be shut down by her more than anything. "Is it because I didn't let you eat the last peanut drop the other day?" It would've been easier for her to say it was, than to address the actual reason. But Harry hasn't lied to her, ever.

"No love, although I was a bit hurt because of that, it's actually this thing with Alex we are, I don't know, he was upset with me and said some things," Jane couldn't finish, her speech was cut short by a quiet sob and Harry was quick to pull her from the chair onto his lap and hold her tight. His own heart speeding at the sight of her distressed.

"When was the last time you spoke to him?"

"Two weeks ago." Her voice barely whispers on his chest, "he's being a wanker to be honest, just because he's not going on tour with any of his bands I'm supposed to be a stay at home wife!"

"Why don't you explain this to me, from the beginning, please?" He asks rubbing her back soothingly, and she spills it all, the having kids now or never argument, to her wanting to have a proper wedding party and finally the latest fight where Alex suggested an affair going on between her and Harry, the latter had to do his best not to put the option on the table, since her husband so kindly suggested it. Might as well, he thought. "It all sounds like a big misunderstanding, I know you're a great communicator sunshine, so it baffles me that you've let this go on for so long." He's got a point.

"You're right, but I feel like it's his turn, you know?" Jane's done weeping, but remained on her friend's lap and arms, head resting on his shoulder. "He's always forward, mature, a proper thirty year old except when it comes to arguments where we ought to reach an agreement," she plays a bit with the cross hanging from his neck, a scowl on her pretty face. "Like with the children thing, we only stopped arguing when I said that maybe in two more years we could have one instead of, you know, my early thirties." It's good that she can't see how upset Harry is.

"You gave into that one, he should do the same but it's his choice," Harry sighs and can't believe what he's about to say. "Take the day off tomorrow, call him or FaceTime, Skype whatever you choose, but have a proper conversation with him." She wants to argue and say it's not necessary to be absent the whole day, she can spare a few hours. But she will need time to think about what to say, make her point clear so they are on good terms until she goes back to London.

"Fine, but if he is still acting like a dickhead afterwards, I'm not going to let it into my head anymore, we will continue to bask in this great work environment going on here." Jane states, pulling away from his embrace just enough to give him that stern look she uses when trying to make a point, and Harry nods with a warm smile, the one she never gets tired of seeing. "I'll call it a night now, gonna be asleep in seconds now that I've got that out of my chest." She stands from his lap, missing his warmth instantly. "Thanks for that."

"Anytime honey pie." Harry says before leaving a kiss on her left hand that burns her skin from then till morning.

Jeff joins the musician in the dining room right after the girl walks away to her room, he takes a seat across from him and scrutinises the look of adoration his friend still sports once she is out of the room.

"She'll never know, if you never tell her." Jeff is right, but the thought alone of going through that again scares him to death. Or so he says, because there's a part of him that is fond of the thrill it makes him feel.

"It's not like I haven't tried, just last year I told her," Harry remembers that night vividly, how pretty she looked even with her makeup all smudged under her eyes. "I'm not sure if she heard, it was too loud like where we were at the time." He was also pissed out of his mind.

"H, there's nothing wrong with being in love."

"I'm not saying it is, but even if she did love me I– I would find a way to hurt her. Anyway. she's happily married now, it's too late." Saying it out loud doesn't hurt him any less like he thought it would. Harry sighs in defeat before rising from the chair, "she's everything to me, I wouldn't mess with her head by confessing my feelings, deep down I always knew she deserved better and now she has it and that's good enough for me." The musician disappears through the corridor where his everlasting love did just a few minutes ago, he paused for a moment outside her room, pondering whether to barge in and just follow his instincts, kiss her like he should've done after winning that award back in 2014.

Harry shakes his head and goes straight to his room, he reminds himself that it was time to let her go. It's for the best. He is not good enough for her, he can't even write a song for her, about her. He mustn't love her that much then.

What Harry doesn't know is that he can't write a song about her because he loves her too much, the poor lad can't even figure out where to start. But he's about to get rid of that curse in a day or two, he just needs to be patient.

The reward for it came, all of a sudden Harry wrote too many songs about her until she inevitably became aware of the situation they were in. Harry vowed to stay away from Jane’s life after recording the album. He dated people that didn’t remind him of her, and even moved temporarily to Japan. But despite all his efforts, four years later Harry still finds himself thinking about her, everything seems to be tainted by her. The music he adores, the new dinner recipes he cooks, the books he chooses to read.

Completely out of options he agreed to this blind date his friends set up for him.

He arrives at the modest restaurant they so kindly chose for the occasion. “All you have to do is wear something nice and show up.” Alexa reminded him over the phone last week.

This is a new first for him, it is also exciting, to take a seat at a table for two conveniently placed at the back, pretend to pay attention to the menu but let his green eyes avert to whoever approaches. Harry is having a great time, he knows that soon his date will arrive. He wonders what they’ll be like.

According to Alexa and Pixie, the person arriving is the perfect match for their young friend. Harry can only hope they like Vietnamese cuisine because that’s apparently this place’s special offer this week. If he’s lucky enough the date will agree to share a starter and perhaps two main courses, that way he doesn’t have to choose between one or the other.

“Here’s your table.” Harry hears the waiter speak and his gaze meets a very familiar figure standing beside him. It can’t be.

“Excuse me, there must be a mistake, I’m waiting for someone else.” Harry protests.

The waiter shakes his head and shows him the notepad with some specifications written down. “Nothing wrong, got specific instructions from Miss Chung, a lady will come in to say is here for Geldolf’s blind date, you are sitting at the table they reserved. I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your order.” He is quick to explain and disappear.

Jane sits because there is no way she can stand any longer, her legs are about to give out from the commotion. This was not the blind date she was expecting either. It’s been at least four years since she last saw Harry. The night after he finally admitted being in love with her, waiting for a reaction, anything from her, after what seemed like hours but was only ten minutes later, he walked out of her house and entire life, leaving her confused and upset.

“How’ve you been?” she asked after confirming that Harry wasn’t going to up and leave.

“Pretty fantastic, until you arrived.” He’s never spoken to her like that before, with so much affliction in his tone. “What are you doing here?”

“I was set up on a blind date by Pixie—

He interrupts her. “That’s fucking convenient, did you all went to this much trouble, just to mock me? I thought they were my friends, you know, that even after everything, they cared about me.” Harry stops, his voice breaks, he’s so angry, hurt and confused by the situation. “Did your husband come along, to witness my humiliation too?” He looks around, trying to find the man of Jane’s dreams.

“I wouldn’t know if he’s here, haven’t seen him since we got divorced three years ago.” She snaps before hiding behind the menu from a gobsmacked Harry.

The words he’d been waiting to hear were finally out of her mouth. Unlike the million times he dreamt about this happening, Harry is not sweeping her off her feet and running away into the sunset holding her hand. Instead he reaches out to touch her arm, testing the waters. He waits for her to lower the menu and surprisingly there are no tears in her eyes. Perhaps only a bit of sorrow that is quickly replaced with confusion, at how fast her heart raced after Harry’s touch.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice is back to oozing the tenderness he reserves just for her. Jane nods.

“But can we share a rice bowl and Pho noodle soup?” 

“Yes, and dessert too!” Even after four years Harry’s sweet tooth hasn’t changed, Jane sighs before the waiter is back to take their order.

Keeping a conversation between the two of them is not hard at all, even if it is an awkward topic —her not so recent divorce. “We didn’t have anything in common anymore, there were so many fights every single day. When I finally suggested the separation, he seemed relieved and I felt like a complete fool.” Jane remembers the sigh of comfort that came out of the man she once loved with all her heart before that rainy afternoon, when she finally decided that she’d had enough. “He left that night, hadn’t seen him since, his lawyer took care of everything,” a sour laugh escapes her lips, Harry’s eyes are full of sympathy for her. “I’m sorry for ruining your blind date, I know you’ve never been to one before.” Of course she did, she knows him better than anyone.

“This has to be the greatest date I’ve ever been to.” He speaks without a second thought. 

All those years Harry spent away from Jane were not going to be in vain. He was not going to neglect the feelings he still had for her. That affection he felt for her, only her. Harry shifts in his seat, this is not at all how he planned it, in a restaurant full of people on fucking Valentine’s day. It almost seemed like a tacky move.

But after all this time of pining for her, hating her and himself at times. Harry was brave enough, it was now or never, he didn’t want to wait any longer, not after his friends schemed and executed this soppy plan to bring the two soulmates together. Before she could take the final bite of dessert that Harry kindly left for her. The world stopped.

“I don’t want this to end...” Harry says with a dimpled smile she can’t look away from. “I’d like to take you out on a second date, a third, fourth, fifth. Believe me when I tell you, I have planned up to a thousand of them.” He takes her hand in his and can feel her pulse race along his own. The smile splits his face again, because he knows, he feels, he sees it in her beautiful eyes. “Janey, you’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to hold on to. I know there is a name for this emotion, I’ve written songs about it, but now I don’t think it’s a word big enough for us.”

She squeezes his hand and breaths out a laugh, tears of joy brimming out of her eyes. “Let’s call it love, until we come up with a better name for it.” Harry agrees and just then, Jane brings up his hand to her lips. 

His skin tingles where she kisses him for the first time and he beams at her.

There’s a first for everything, and although it feels like it for Jane and Harry, this isn’t by any means the first time they confess their love for each other. It was always there, in every laugh they shared, every song they wrote together, every touch. It was on Harry’s unwavering devotion, on his impatience and selfless actions throughout the years.

They were bound to be together, their story didn’t begin on that initial blind date, it did years ago after he caught a glimpse of her shiny black hair on the morning she moved into the house across the street.

Harry drives her back to her new flat on the other side of the city, enjoying every minute of the long ride, happy to hear her ramble about her newest obsession with romantic novels and burst out laughing after Jane confesses that sometimes she doesn’t finish reading books she likes, just to pretend the story keeps going. With a quick kiss to the back of her hand he completely agrees.

No tale is more compelling than one that never ends.

#1dffvalentine #harry styles

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DinLuke #38 if you're still doing these prompts! :D Been really enjoying reading these, haha

Look my darling @lulollymint, I tried so so so hard to write a normal cop story, but I kept getting stuck. So I hope you don't mind that this goes incredibly off prompt and probably isn't what you were expecting. I don't even know what genre or motif I was working with, its just mashing things together for the lols. I hope its ok!

Also warning, there was a lot of F-bombs in this one, to fit the AU Din I was going for. Sorry?

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38.cop/person getting a speeding ticket au

The moment Din saw the familiar white GT-86 fly by him, not even trying to slow down this time, he groaned and flipped on his lights with more force than necessary. “Damnit, not again.”

Was there even a point to this? Everytime he handed this driver a ticket, it mysteriously disappeared in the system, thanks to his all powerful Mother.  Christ, Din hated this guy.  He was tempted to just turn around and find another place to patrol. But no. One day the driver could kill someone at those speeds and anyways it was the principal of the thing, even if this rich asshole would never face consequences of his actions. It was an unjust world but Din was forced to live in it, for Grogu’s sake.

Usually when they did this song and dance, the GT obediently pulled over to the side of the road as soon as it caught sight of him.  This time it took several minutes, until Din was close to calling for backup. At least they were on a rural road and there wasn’t any other traffic heading out of town at this time of day. After several tense minutes the GT finally swung to the side of the road in a sharp, sudden movement. It wasn’t the most graceful stop he’d seen from the man, but Din was too pissed to care.

“Fuck.” Din growled as he slammed his driver side door shut. Maybe he should drag him to jail this time, let him stew in a cell for a few hours before his mommy came and got him this time.

“Again, Skywalker?!”” he hissed as he made it to the GT’s front window. It was already rolled down and waiting for him.  “Third time this...month…”

The words died in his mouth the moment he caught sight of the bane of his existence.  Skywalker looked up at him, one eye almost completely black and swollen shut, his face covered in scratches that were still slowly oozing blood.  He had his left hand on his wheel but his right hand was just gone--his arm ending at the wrist.  How was he even changing gears in that car?!

“Hey Officer Djarin,” Skywalker rasped. “This really isn’t a good time, can we--” he gave a wet cough, “--do this, l-later?”

“Jesus Christ!” Din put his hand through the open window and popped the door. “What the hell happened to you!”  He pulled it open and immediately reached over to shut the engine off. Skywalker tried to bat his hand away from the ignition but Din easily dodged him.

“‘No don’t,” Skywalker groaned. “Please don’t--I have--have to keep going--”

“The only place you’re going is a hospital,” Din said grimly as he caught sight of Skywalker’s bloody blue checkered shirt.  Had the pretty boy been in a bar fight? At...2pm on a thursday? Din sighed as he reached for his radio. “Darjin. I have a 105, requesting a rig to South Socorro, next to Mumble’s Turnaround.”

“No hospital!” Skywalker gasped, shouting over dispatch’s reply. “No, please, you don’t understand, this is the only way. I have to leave town--”

Fuck. It had finally happened.  The pretty boy must have done a hit and run.  Din craned his neck to look at the front of the car. “Who did you hit, Luke?”

“Nobody,” Luke rasped.  “Please, you have to let me go.  You will let me go.”  The young idiot tried to raise his only hand and wave it at Din’s face and the moron was lucky that Din wasn’t as trigger happy as the rest of his hillbilly squad.  Din grabbed his hand and frowned.

“Christ you’re on some sort of drug aren’t you? What did you take? Spice?”  Jesus, where was his ambulance?  He used his free hand to hit his radio. “Dispatch, confirm?”  He waited to hear from Omera, but instead of an answer his radio made a high pitched electronic wail that was piercing. “The hell?”

“No no no noooo,” Luke gasped. He was staring at Din’s radio with a sheet white face.  “Please not now!” He tried to pull his hand away from Din’s grasp.

“Luke! Calm down before you hyperventilate.” That’s it, Din was putting him in his squad car, where he could lock him in if he started to violently hallucinate.  He reached over to unbuckle Luke’s seatbelt only to realize the moron wasn’t wearing one.  So instead he just raged silently as he dragged the other man out.

Luke’s legs buckled the moment he stepped out of the car. “You have to leave,” the boy mumbled. “Before...too late.”

“Whatever, your highness,” Din sighed, using Fett’s most innocent name for Skywalker.  He started to drag the other man to his car, noticing at the same time that it was a lot darker outside than it had been two minutes ago. He looked up and saw clouds suddenly  blocking the summer sun. That was odd. It had been a clear cloudless summer day earlier. “Fucking climate change.”

It was while he was trying to maneuver Skywalker into his back seat that he finally noticed the strange tattoos the man had on his left and right forearms.  They were thick green lines that swirled in weird sharp geometric shapes and angles, almost looking like words in an alien language or something.  The right arm tattoo ended with Luke’s wrist. The left spilled into his hands and even down his fingers. They looked expensive and very new, with ink that was so bright it almost looked like it was glowing.  Din didn’t remember Skywalker having any tattoos the last time he’d pulled him over. But then again, he was also sure the last time they’d met Luke also had a real fucking hand.

“Nice ink,” he said finally, unable to bring himself to ask the other man if he’d always had a really amazing prosthetic hand and multiple massive tattoos. He was losing his touch--what was he thinking, letting Cara talk him into transferring into this hellhole state? As he chastised himself, his right thumb moved to caress the closest line on the other man’s arm without thinking. But the moment he touched it, a painful sensation almost like electricity shot through his hand and down his spine. “Fuck!” What the hell was that?!

Luke also jerked. “Don’t touch me!” His voice sounded low and full of pain.  He looked down at his arms with his one good eye in horror. “Oh God! It’s too late.”

“What hell are you on?” Din said, just as he felt a sudden icy wind blast past them both. It was strong, dragging leaves and other debris over their car and pelting Din’s unprotected back with small pebbles. “Ow! Damn it!” The sun had disappeared, and the world around them had taken a sinister grey color.  He instinctively pushed Luke back, into the protective shelter of his car.

Then he heard a terrible, low laugh, so close it felt like there was someone inches next to his near. He flinched and turned...and saw no one. The back hair on Din’s neck stood straight up and he found himself reaching for his gun. All his instincts were screaming and when he looked back at Skywalker he yelped because now Luke really was glowing bright green.

“Din.” The sudden use of his first name jerked his attention from the glowing green marks on Luke’s arms to his face.  His unbruised blue eye was clear and full of determination. “Move.”

Din found himself scrambling to let Luke drag himself out of his car before he could even blink.  It was like he was possessed.  He watched as Luke took several unsteady steps until he was in front of Din and facing the empty road. He stood in a wide ready stance, with both glowing arms held out at his sides.  His left hand was open, palm forward and his right stump was a bright ball of green fire.

The unnatural wind blew again, making Din flinch against dust kicked up in their faces.

“Drive away,” Luke commanded, as he continued to face the road.  “Leave.”

Din’s body started to move towards his front seat, but he stopped it just as his hand touched the door. “No!” He rasped.  Instead he made his hand pull his gun and he found himself pointing it at the empty road in front of them instead of at Skywalker like he should have done.

Luke sighed. “You’re too honorable for your own good.” Gone was the cheerful yet annoying voice Din had become used to hearing. Skywalker sounded like a stranger, an unnatural being. “Stay behind me and whatever you do, don’t turn your back to him.”

“What--”

Between one breath and the next, the devil himself arrived. Without a flash of light or possessed gale force winds, it suddenly just appeared. It had a red and black demonic face, a head covered in horns and had glowing yellow eyes. It was dressed in all black robes and had a glowing black sword in it’s right hand.

“Maul,” said Luke. His right stump twitched and suddenly his hand was back and it was holding a glowing green sword. Except it wasn’t his hand, not really. It looked like it was made of light instead of flesh.

“Chosen One,” said the devil.

“Oh fuck off,” said Din.  Chosen one? This guy?!

Maul smiled, all sharp teeth. “I’ll kill the human and eat his soul.”

“As happy as that would make my mother, I can’t let you do that,” Luke replied.

“Then I’ll use his corpse to kill her too,” Maul hissed. “Then your sister and her unborn babe.”

“HEY!” Din shouted. “Nobody is using my corpse for anything.” Also he was pretty sure Governor Padme Naberrie would be fully capable of killing the devil herself.

The devil laughed and before Din could let loose one of his bullets into him, he disappeared. Then he reappeared inches from Luke’s face, his black sword swinging for his neck. Din shouted but Luke was already moving like he was a character from the Matrix. He brought his green hand and sword up and there was an explosion of energy.

Then the fight was on. Somehow tiny Luke pushed Maul away from him, but the devil stopped in mid air and swung towards him like he was launched from an unseen hand. Luke parried and ducked, more agile than his appearance would suggest. He slid underneath the demon and leapt to his feet. Maul landed on the ground and launched another attack, swinging the black sword up over his head. It hit Luke’s glowing hand sword with a crackle of energy. They swung, parried, swung and parried again, moving in a blur too fast to Din to see them clearly. He kept his gun out, pointed vaguely in Maul’s direction but he knew he was more than useless here.

Luke was beginning to tire. Din could see it in the way he was swinging his hand and the way his legs were shaking.  When Luke had launched Maul several feet away from them, Din turned to see if he could reach his rifle in the back of his car without the two noticing. But as he did that he heard Maul hiss in triumph and suddenly he felt an intense burning in his back, like a hot poker being buried into the middle of his spine. He couldn’t even let out a cry as he dropped his gun.

“NO!” Luke screamed.

“Didn’t the boy tell you,” he heard Maul hiss in his ear. “Never turn your back on a Sith!”  Din gasped, unable to form words as the world dimmed and he fell to his knees. He felt like he was being slowly dragged backwards, out of his own damn body.

Just as he started to see black spots in his vision, he heard an inhuman roar.  The pulling sensation stopped and he felt himself slam face first into the ground. There was the sound of growling and he heard Maul shriek. Bright lights flashed over his head.

Then he felt himself being lifted up into someone’s arms. There was air rushing past his face. He struggled to open his eyes and the first thing he saw was his squad car rapidly disappearing as they left the ground in a rush. He also saw shimmery white scales, like the kind you would see on a snake, and impossibly, a white leathery wing flapped in and out of his vision. He heard the wings pushing through the air and another loud roar.

“The fuck!” He gasped.  The arms around him tightened. Din’s head was pressed against Luke’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around him and holding him against the back of some sort of living, breathing FLYING thing.

“Hold on!” Luke said grimly and they flew through the air.

“ARE WE ON A FUCKING DRAGON?!” Din shouted.

“Technically it’s my GT!” Luke yelled back.

“WHY THE FUCK IS YOUR CAR A DRAGON?!”

“That’s what you’re gonna fixate on?” Luke said incredulously. “Fine, yes! It’s magic, now shut up and let me concentrate!!”

“Your arms are still glowing!” Din said, his brain completely broken. He could feel energy pulsing through Luke’s bare arms, their heat licking at his skin. It felt good, because he was freezing, so cold he felt like he could barely move.  “What--what is that? What are you?!”

He felt Luke sigh and suddenly there were lips firmly pressed against his, swallowing the torrent of panicked words that were trying to spill out of him. He also felt the freezing cold that had its grip in him ease, replaced by warmth. It felt like Luke was pouring fire and light into him and when he pulled away a moment later, Din saw that Luke’s face was pale and full of worry.

“Better?” He asked, words barely audible over the flapping of dragon wings.

Din nodded wordlessly.

“Right, ok. Everything is under control,” Luke said, more to himself than Din. “We’re alive and you have most of your soul left, so everything is going to be fine, just fine. Ok? Right, calm down.”

“I am calm now,” Din said. Well mostly.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Luke replied. He tightened his grip on Din and sighed. “Not gonna lie Officer Din Djarin, we’re pretty screwed right now. But I’m gonna get us somewhere safe, I promise.”

“How do you even know my first name,” Din exclaimed.

“My mom’s the Governor, you don’t think I wouldn’t have her lookup Navarro City’s best and brightest police officer?”

Din frowned. “You just did that to erase your speeding tickets.”

“Maybe,” Luke chuckled. “You gonna arrest me now?”

“Yes,” Din moaned. “So very yes.”

He heard Luke laugh and tug him closer to his GT/Dragon as they glided together through the bright summer sky.

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Obviously the dragon was inspired by Lulolly's X-Wing dragons! I know nothing about cars, I just picked a GT-86 because I like the way they look and they're not that crazy expensive. I think Luke might drive one.

Previous Responses

30: tourist/knowledgeable local au (Din/Luke)

19. parents meeting when they take their kids to class au (Din/Luke)

15: meeting in the E.R/A&E au (Din/Luke/Boba)

40: Soul destroying exes meeting again after not speaking for years au (Din/Luke)

25: Library/Avid Reader AU Part I (Din/Luke, Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon)

Library AU part II (same)

#I don't know what's going on in this AU but I like it #I can't write normal things ok? #I don't watch cop shows so I don't know anything about them #I make it a policy to also avoid them in real life #there was a lot of googling that occurred about police culture before my brain gave up #I think the last police adjacent show I watched was Sherlock #I was also thinking of Stranger Things when I wrote this #sbficlets #din/Luke

[justcafewriter]

Bittersweet

pairing : Oda Sakunosuke x Reader

genre : a mix of fluff and angst (only a little bit of angst i guess ^^;)

warning : contain death

prompt : roasting sweet potato

summary : a bittersweet memory always find its way to you whenever winter come

word count : 2.4K

a/n : another story from a different prompt for the 12 days of cheer collab. the general idea was to have Makoto as the main character and fluff as the genre but I recently have Oda brainrot thanks to my dear friend, Clio :') so here we go.

The sound of your kitchen timer ringed loudly, making you swiftly walk to the kitchen and stop where the oven is and turn it off before you put on your kitchen gloves and open the oven's lid. The smell of roasted sweet potato filled your nostrils, a satisfactory smile appeared on your face as you're checking if it's properly roasted and it did. You look at the clock, it's now 9am and you just need to change your clothes before you're finally ready to go. 15 minutes later, you're already in your bestest outfit, a necklace with a home-shaped pendant decorating your outfit nicely, you're wearing a bit of makeup and let your hair loose. You look at your reflection, smiling as you think that you look the way someone you'll meet like.

After you put on your shoes, you're ready to go with a box of roasted potato in one hand and a bouquet of flowers that you've already arranged yourself in another. A mix of Pink Camelia, Pink Carnation, Red Chrysanthemum and Forget-Me-Not. You look at the bouquet in your hand before your eyes drift to the frames that's standing on the table not too far from the entrance of your apartment.

One of the frames contained a photo of a young man with reddish-brown hair, his azure eyes seemed so gentle as he was smiling happily. Another frame contained a photo of you and that young man, there's a little scribble on that photo saying "first date with Oda ♡". You smile upon seeing those photos, a warm feeling crept inside your heart as you see the smiles both of you wore in that sacred moment.

With a heavy sigh you finally get out from your apartment. The weather is not that nice but you can say that it's not bad either, especially since it's December now. As you're walking, you see a lot of people around, some busying themselves buying gifts for Christmas and you're giving note to yourself to not forget searching for one.

It doesn't take long until you finally arrive at your destination. You're walking toward a big tree and lay a small blanket before you sit on it. You're smiling as you see the one who you want to see resting there.

"I'm here, Oda." You whispered as a gentle smile appeared on your beautiful face. "And I bring roasted potatoes too!"

Suddenly, your mind traced on the first day he finally has courage to talk to you.

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7 years ago

You were eating your favorite curry at your favorite small shop like you usually do when suddenly a tall man with stubble came and asking for 'usual'. You look at his figure before you try to continue eating your food. Yes, try. Because the man who just came was also the reason why you keep coming back to the shop. He gave you this mysterious aura which told you to not get too close to him but also at the same time you drew to him and your eyes landed on nothing but him.

Silent filled the room, only the sound of the chef (also the owner) cooking could be heard when suddenly the man beside you asked, "How's the kids?" which was answered with, "Like usual." By the chef.

Again, silence filled the room. You try to continue to eat when suddenly the man beside you said, "Do you like sweet potatoes?" You paid him no mind since you thought that he was probably talking to the chef again but then you felt a pair of eyes looking at you, so you were looking at your right only to be watched by a pair of beautiful azure eyes. You tried your best to not spit on your food because you swear that the curry seems like entering the wrong hole.You tried to gulp down that damn curry before you sipped the cold water beside your plates.

"You're asking me?" You asked, looking at him with your doe eyes, you saw a tint of pink appear on his cheeks.

"Ah, sorry if I'm being rude and yes I was asking you." He said as he rubbed his hair.

"I.. I like sweet potatoes." You said again, you weren't lying, it's not like you love them by lots but you enjoy eating them.

"Good. So you wouldn't mind to join us later? If you have time of course." A sheepishly smile appeared on his face.

Your face brightened at the invitation, not gonna lie, you were so interested at this man so having him inviting you was something that you'd like to have.

"Well, what time is later?" You asked, no matter how happy you feel you need to play it cool.

"Uhm.. later as in after we finished our meal." He answered. "I heard a saying that said, 'women have another stomach for dessert'."

"Well it's very much true and I feel like I need to accept your invitation, especially if it's coming from a gentleman like you." You said and the moment you said it, that man knew that you were a very special person and he knew that you would change him in any way possible.

"My name is Oda Sakunosuke." That man said while stretching out his hand.

"My name is Y/N." You said, while gripping that man's hand. The moment his large hand wrapping yours, you knew that you couldn't escape to fall for him more deeply.

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"Y/N-san! Odasaku! come here, come here. Sakura has practiced her singing skill and she will sing for us!" Kousuke, the oldest kid of orphaned children who Oda adopted said as he was welcoming you and Oda. It has been a year since you were dating Oda and you've met the kids countless times so they already welcomed you like you're always belonged there. Oda never knew why he introduced the kids to you and told you that he adopted them all. Well, he knew why. He wanted to know how your reaction would be. He was glad when he saw that you were very much okay with him having kids despite he was only 21 years old at that time.

"Oh, Y/N-san! You brought a lot of sweet potatoes!" Another child named Katsumi said after he appeared from nowhere.

"Yes, I'm gonna make roasted sweet potatoes because Odasaku said that you guys like them and we couldn't enjoy them that much last year."

"Your roasted potatoes taste so delicious." The youngest kid, Sakura, said as she approached you. The rest of two kids also joined you and Oda while they were agreeing to what Sakura said.

"Okay, okay. Odasaku and I will clean the sweet potatoes before we roast them so you all can prepare things in the living room and clean it up a bit. You say you will help uncle right?" You said and all the kids accepting your guidance before they stormed into the living room.

"How can they listen to you so well?" Oda said once the kids left the kitchen as he approached you. He wrapped his hands around your waist before he inhaled your scent and put his lip close to your jawline before he kissed it, that gesture made you turn around so you were facing him and process to kiss his lips before saying, "It's a secret."

A laugh erupted from both of you. Oda then pulled you closer to him before he planted a kiss on your lips, a passionate one if you could tell. The kiss made your feet feel like jelly and your lips burned in sensation of his sweet, honey taste lips. His stubble roughly rubbed the skin around your mouth but it didn't give you any effect to pull away.

"Uhm!!" You heard someone try to disturb the moment you have with Oda so you broke the kiss only to find the oldest kid, Kousuke gave you a 'what-the-hell-are-you-doing' look. "Sorry to interrupt but the potatoes won't roast themselves aren't they?" He snickered.

You and Oda were stuttering as you both tried to reasoning your action. Fast forward, all the seven of you were already in the living room with a warm roasted potato on the table and warm green tea accompanied it.

You were listening to Sakura singing a Christmas song then after that you were just listening to the kids rumbling about their days before finally the show that the kid wanted to watch has started. It was suddenly quiet, you were sitting in the back with Oda sitting beside you and his hand was around your waist. You put your head on his shoulder as you also lingered your hands around his torso. Both of you sit there in silence, watching the kids immersed in the movie that they watched.

After the movie finished, you saw the kids were all sleeping. Oda then moved them one by one to their bedroom with you helping him by preparing their bed and tucked them once Oda put them on their bed. After you tucked the last kid, both of you look at the sight of five angelic kids sleeping figures and you couldn't help but feel the warmness inside your heart and you knew Oda felt the same because you felt a pair of strong arms lingering around your waist as he hugged you from behind.

"One day… One day we will move from this town, we'll move to another place near the beach, where the kids can run as far as possible, where the kids can enjoy much sunshine while they're playing outside, where they will have baby siblings and play with them and teach them one thing or two. I, I'm sorry for being so selfish but please bear with me a little more. I promise you everything will be better." You heard Oda say those words before he kissed your crown. You, on the other side felt your tears run down to your cheeks.You knew about his occupation yet you still accept him and love him with all your might. Mafia who doesn't kill. That was what his colleagues called him. And you knew the reason why, he told you about it, about his dream, about how he wanted to be a writer, how he wanted to have a house with a window facing the ocean as he wrote the continuation of his favorite book. He shared his dream with you, shared his obsession and you were very much so supporting to his idea.

"I will wait as much as possible if it's come to you. To the kids that I thought of my own. That's how much I love you, Oda." You whispered but it was loud enough for Oda to hear.

You felt Oda broke the hug before he asked you to close your eyes and you did. Suddenly you felt a cold metal at the crook of your neck, then he told you to open your eyes. The first thing you did was to look down and there you saw a necklace with a house-shaped pendant. You ask him what it was about and he told you that it was a token, a token to what he promised to you; the next stage of relationship.

You couldn't help but crying at his explanation, he was so shocked because that wasn't the reaction that he expected.

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It was less than a year when you heard news from Oda's friend, Dazai, that Oda was seriously injured. Your head was spinning like crazy and your heart was beating so fast it felt like it'd burst out from your body anytime. The time when you come to where Dazai told you, Oda was long gone, his body already cold and lifeless. That was when your world sinked into hell, when your heart broke into pieces it couldn't be repaired, when you couldn't even scream in pain as you saw a lifeless body that belonged to a man who you loved dearly.

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A single tear escapes from your eyes as you reminisce the memory of your now deceased fiance. You saw his name engraved on the tombstone in front of you before you put the bouquet that you bring on top of his grave. It has been 4 years since Oda left you, and you also learnt about the kids he adopted, that they were also already dead because they caught up in Oda's last mission. Another tears escapes and run down to your cheeks, you try to hold it because you already swore to only show Oda your happy side, to not make him worry when he's watching you from heaven above.

"It's okay to cry." You hear a familiar voice of Oda's friend, Dazai. "I bet that's what Oda would say to you." He says again as he's walking towards your direction.

You saw him holding a small bouquet of flowers.

"Zinnia. Thoughts of absent friends." You say as you look at the flower.

"Longing for you, I'll never forget you, I love you and True love memories." Dazai says after he placed his bouquet next to yours. "Odasaku was so lucky to meet you." He says again.

"Both of us are lucky to meet each other, but not lucky enough to be together in this life." You smile bitterly as you spit on your last words. The words are surely hurt and the reality you're facing now is surely cruel and Dazai knew what kind of hell you've been through after you learnt a sadistic truth 4 years ago, after you learnt the fact that you lost the most important person in your life.

"I still feel thankful that you live your life to your best, that you carry out Oda's dream and even you're doing more than he can do. You build an orphanage, you're taking care of unfortunate children and I'm sure Oda is gonna be proud of you." Dazai says as he pat your head, like a big bro he is.

"That's the only thing I can do." You say.

"It's getting cold now, let me take you home." Dazai offers and you decide that it's the time you need to go.

"Till then, Oda." You says before you rub his tombstone and accepting Dazai's offer to take your hand and walk with him, leaving a bittersweet memory behind you as you leave the cemeteries.

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[sapphire-strikes]

Seems like the FK has a chronic case of "I'd rather die than talk about my problems". The idea that; if you're not strong enough to take care of yourself then you're more of a burden to your friends than an actual friend. And if you can't get things together on your own then maybe they'd all be better off without you. While also being incredibly unaware of what a massive hypocrite they're being since they'd never think that way about anyone else and are still hell bent on helping others.

Final part of that little distressed FK prompt I have running! Thank you all again for reading and requesting!

Part. 1 Part. 2

The relief that filled his chest when he saw you across the street was immeasurable. You were out in the middle of town of all places, at least now he knew you were okay. Kamal and him were on their way to Jimothen's for a sort of impromptu meeting with a few of the other townsfolk. Everyone wanted to get together and plan you out a 'thank you' party or something to give you a bit of a break. A grand gesture to show you what you meant to everyone, you certainly deserved it.

Normally he'd be more excited about that kind of thing but he couldn't help but drag his feet a little. You needed something more than that. Not something bigger, just something different. Still, he was eager to contribute to anything that might help cheer you up.

The way you'd run away from him the other night, the way you'd acted was so full of fear. Despite how much you tried to sell it as anger, it was fear. You were so hurt and scared and even more scared to show it. There was so much he'd wanted to say but he couldn't find the words and opted to try and get you to stay until Kamal came back. In the end he'd only ended up scaring you more.

It probably wasn't a good idea to approach you out on the street. He still felt bad for upsetting you the other night but your pallid presence was tugging his heartstrings in your direction. You'd been on his mind nonstop. Even before you went completely silent you weren't eating properly or getting enough sleep and there was nothing he could do to help like he usually did because you stopped visiting. He could only imagine what you'd been doing to yourself (or rather not doing for yourself) cooped up in your house these last three days. Gaah, he was pulling his hair out just thinking about it!

In the end he couldn't help himself and ran to follow you. Stopping for a moment to look back at Kamal who had crossed the street pick up the bags you had dropped. When Kamal noticed him hesitating he put his hands on his hips and remarked in a half joking but encouraging tone.

"Well, what are you waiting on? You're not gonna let 'em get away again are you, doc?" No, no he wasn't, not this time. Nodding in determination, he rounded the corner after you.

It took him a minute to see you though the glass of Jimothen's. After doing a double take as he ran by he burst in more violently then he would have liked.

Maybe it was the adrenaline but he finally found the strength to speak up. He was scared that if he didn’t speak his mind now, he’d lose the chance and you'd go back into hiding. Unfortunately he wasn't expecting you to move away from him like you did and you ended up falling backwards.

Crap, were you hurt? That was his fault. You didn’t hit your head did you?

He gently reached forward to help you back up, watching your face closely for any signs of pain in case you actually did hurt something.

"Stay away from me!"

When you yelled he pulled back his hands like he’d just grabbed onto an electric fence, not to mention the fact that you'd just barely missed him with your swing.

"P-please..." 

You were still fighting to back away from him even though you were on the ground and you once again looked so scared. And once again he couldn't bring himself to do anything about it despite how much he was screaming at himself to find some way to help you.

When you eventually pulled yourself to your feet and began shuffling your way around him he couldn't bring himself to move, too scared of upsetting you further and just let out another apology.

Even he didn't expect your next move as you began insisting that you were going to be fine. Even you weren't denying it anymore. You were shaking and your eyes were turning red but it was your final words that sealed his conviction.

"I want to fix this, I-I just want things to go back to normal! So...don't worry too much, okay?"

You weren't just scared of sharing your problems, you were scared of losing your friends as a result of it. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into a bone crushing hug and never let go. He might have finally acted on the urge if Kamal hadn't appeared. Kamal's appearance seemed to have lifted all the tension in the air for just a moment and for second the distraught look on your face was replaced with one of uncertainty. Maybe this was it! Kamal was always so good with words, if he could talk to you maybe he could convince you to open up to them.

Then as quickly as that moment of peace began it was abruptly broken when you pushed pass Kamal and ran out the door.

Now you were finally sitting in his house. Curled up on the other side of the couch from him, staring at the wall. The way you sat there in defeat, having completely given up just made him feel worse. This wasn't what he'd wanted. Maybe they should have just let you go. Maybe you'd keep your promise and start talking to him again if he just let you do your thing. You were usually right about this sort of thing and you knew yourself better than he did right? That would make you happy right? No...no you shouldn't be alone right now. You needed someone to be there for you whether you knew it or not.

For the first time since leaving the Habitat, he felt scared to interact or even touch you.

Almost a year ago, when you'd approached him back at the Habitat, you showed him the tooth lily and hugged him. You had hugged him! The man that had just forcefully removed your teeth. You even held onto his hand and insisted he leave with you. 

After that you were always there to offer him a gentle hand on his shoulder or a hug when you saw him looking nervous. It took him forever to get the feeling of pulling your teeth out of his hands, like he was going to hurt you again just by touching you. But...you never flinched or even tried to stop him when he'd start doing small gestures like patting your head or placing a hand on your shoulder. Eventually those small gestures evolved into abnormally long bear hugs, riding around on his shoulders, tickle attacks and sleepovers. You'd even helped him through some of his worst breakdowns.

Maybe that's why this was so strange. Being friends with you was just second nature now and not comforting you felt more unusual than the alternative. You were his family and it hurt that he couldn't finally return your kindness. But he reminded himself of how you must have been seeing this situation, maybe...just maybe you'd never had anybody return the favor before. If that was the case then he wasn't going to let you off the hook as easily as you were used to.

You hadn’t spoken to either of them since you got to their house. It was a mixture of anger and not actually having anything to say. You even skipped out on eating anything. Kamal just sighed and let you go, assuring you that it would be in the fridge if you changed your mind. Boris on the other hand was visibly upset at your refusal to join them but kept quiet.

Looking back at Boris, he was practically hiding behind the corner as he watched you. You finally gave up, grabbing the bag and walking to the bathroom to change and brush your teeth. Boris was gone by the time you'd gotten back so your actions must have satisfied him.

Eventually night rolled around and they both began getting ready to turn in. After Boris had switched into his pajamas he stood nervously at the end of the hall watching you expectancy and seeming disappointment when you didn't move to do whatever he thought you were supposed to be doing. Was he waiting for you to get ready for bed? You were just going to sleep on the couch anyway so it didn't really matter... Before you could finish that thought you were hit in the side of the head by a soft duffle bag.

"Bedtime, kiddo, get ready!", Kamal yelled to you from upstairs, clearly satisfied with his aim. What even was this? Oh yeah, your over-night bag...you'd almost forgot you kept one here.

"Hey, look who's talking again", he mused and you shrugged. You didn't really care about keeping up the silent treatment, you just haven't had much to say.

A bit of time passed and you were starting to nod off from your spot on the couch when you felt someone sit beside you. The movement caused you to jump a bit but you settled back down when you saw who it was.

"Oh...hi, Kamal..." you offered half a wave then rested your head back on your knees.

"So, you wanna talk about what went down back at Jimothen's?"

"You said we weren't gonna talk about this until tomorrow." You replied flatly

"True, but if you look at the time it is technically tomorrow." He bargained and you looked at the clock. It was already half past midnight so he wasn't wrong. A long moment of silence passed then you finally spoke.

"I got angry..."

"Angry huh?"

"Yeah, and I yelled at Boris again."

"Heh, yeah, he told me about that"

"Then why are you asking me about it?", you snapped a bit but caught yourself and apologized, "I...I'm sorry."

"See, there it is!", he said in an inappropriately encouraging tone.

"There's what?", you questioned.

"There's our little flower shmoe!" He followed up but you still didn't understand what he was getting at.

"I'm not following..."

He finished his speech by leaning back onto his knees and chuckling slightly, "Hey, that last part rhymed, didn't it?"

He rolled his eyes jokingly, moving to sit on his knees and face you on the couch.

"You think you can scare us off, kid?" You just stared at him questioningly. "The way you've been acting, the hiding, the running away; it's gonna take a lot more than that to get rid of us now and you know why???" You were struck wordless by his sudden boldness and he took your silence as his cue to continue. "Because everybody loves you, Y/N! And they don't just like, love you love you, they love YOU." He pointed at your chest for emphasize. "I know who you are, kid, so does Boris. So do all those j-cats out in town. The way you ignored everyone and yelled, that isn't really you is it? And even if it was, we'd all love that too. Why? Because we love YOU."

"Don't worry about it, little buddy. Just think on it okay?" He looked around then stood up, "Well, I should probably get to bed. You too, don't stay up too late!" He smiled and ruffled your hair as he walked away, offering one last look in your direction before heading to bed, "G'night, Y/n".

You didn't know what to say.

"Kamal, I...." He raised a hand to stop you.

You sat alone for what felt like another few hours with Kamal's words buzzing around in your head and weighing on your heart. Was it really that simple? 

The sound of a door clicking sounded from down the hall. Normally you would have just ignored it but your talk with Kamal had you feeling restless so you got up to go see if he was still awake.

Unfortunately, Kamal's door was shut and the lights in his room were off which was a good sign that he really had gone to sleep. However, the hall was illuminated by a dim glow, which after closer inspection, seemed to be coming from Boris’s room as the door hung ajar.

You stepped around the door, standing in the ray of light that shown out into the hallway and found the room empty. That was strange, if he wasn't here then where was he? Your question was soon answered when you turned around to see the brightly colored :-) staring you down from the darkness. You jumped back, covering your mouth to stop yourself from screaming

• “I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd be up!" He quickly apologized as he shifted back to normal. Boris was holding a glass of water, which made sense, he usually switched to his shadow form when he wanted to walk around at night without waking anyone up.

"No no, you're fine, you just startled me is all." You laughed at your own reaction, it had been a while since he'd startled you like that.

Boris sheepishly sipped his water in the doorway as if waiting for you to make the next move. Kamal’s words were still stuck in your mind. If you really were stuck with them worrying, you might as well start clearing the waters. That would make things easier down the line at least.

"I, uh, I'm sorry, Boris, for everything." You were feeling especially bold right now but he tilted his head questioningly. Did he really not know what you were talking about?, "For yelling at you before, I mean..."

"Oh, it's okay, I-I made you mad I know..."

"No, no you didn't, Boris! I...I was never mad at you, I don't think I could ever be mad at you." You put up a weak smile but it was sincere. "It's just that things have been kind of...I mean, I've been really..." As soon as the words started to form you reflexively cut them off. You looked up between your stutters to see that you had Boris’s full attention.

"Please don't stop keep going!" He begged but his insistence made a lump form in your throat.

"I...It's...it's nothing." What a weak cover up you thought, but old habits die hard and you were once again metaphorically running away. "I'll...see tomorrow, Boris, have a good night, okay?" You gave him another small smile and a wave and attempted to head back to your spot in the living room...only to be blocked...again.

You couldn't speak at first, your arms pinned to your sides as he kneeled down to adjust his hold on you.

Looking up you saw Boris giving you that same glare he had during his tussle with Petunia. Needles to say, it was more intimidating up close. You took a step back nervously, "Boris, I-I can’t I’m sorry I-

His stern expression didn't change but he reached a hand forward and slowly placed it on your shoulder. Your eyes followed his movement, almost flinching when he made contact. Your skittishness caught his attention and you noticed his expression soften sadly.

Without another word he moved forward, closing the space between you entirely as he wrapped both arms around you tightly.

"It's okay, flower...you do not have to be strong for me."

Your chest tightened and your breath began to hiccup. "Boris, I..." 

“I know...I’m just...I’m fine, Boris.” You didn't get a response but he refused to let go when you tried to pull away. His hold loosened as he unpinned your arms, rewrapping his arms around your torso under them and squeezing you a even tighter.

 “I mean it, Boris. I’m fine. Really, I promise...I-I’m...

“It is okay....

The next thing you knew you were lifted off the ground and carried over to sit with him on his bed. You were being held the way he would carry you or Kamal when you were asleep. Chest to chest with your arms around his neck.

All the hurt you'd been oppressing up until now finally hit you like a wave and it was all going to come pouring out. You could feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes but you couldn't run now. Boris must have noticed that you were trying to hide your face because he placed one of his large hands on the back of your head and pressed your face gently into his chest. That simple act was enough make you finally give in and the sharp intake of breath you took let the both of you know exactly what was about to happen. 

You weren't sure what he was saying, but he spoke with such softness it made your heart melt. "шшш, глубокие вдохи..." His hand continued to make quick work of the tensed muscles in you back as he cooed to you. His voice coming out naturally in Russian as if he was completely engrossed in comforting you.

You started to sob. It was shaky and restrained at first but Boris softly worked to rub your back and help you steady your breathing until it turned silent.

"I'll squeeze all the tears out of you if I have to..." His tone was oddly serious but full of warmth. And despite the tears running down your face you let out a small laugh. "У меня есть ты, маленький цветок, все в порядке..."

A few minutes passed and he released you for a moment. A second later something was thrown over you. He had put on his coat and was working to button you into it with him. As soon as he finished he went back to holding you securely, his voice coming out in what sounded like a joking tone, "Теперь ты не можешь убежать!"

Boris seemed to be using every method at his disposal to get you to relax and the warmth and softness that was surrounding you was near euphoric. You were so tired and upset but finally giving into your ‘weakness’, you leaned into him completely, hearing a content hum come from his chest as you began drifting off. "Спокойной ночи, маленький цветок, сладких снов."

Before you got the chance to turn the doorknob the door opened on it's own and Boris almost crashed into you holding a small tray table. It took him a second to regain his composure, almost dropping the contents and quickly fumbling to regain his balance, letting out a sigh of relief when he finally stabilized himself. It took him a second to focus on you but when he did he pouted, "Aww, you are awake already? :-("

You awoke slowly the next morning. Half because of your lingering tiredness and half because of the incredible weight surrounding you. Opening your eyes you were surrounded by darkness with only a small opening above your head to let light in. Scooting yourself up, your head poked through the collar of Boris's coat. You were lying in his bed, wrapped in his coat. under a mound of blankets. He must have brought more in because you were almost positive there weren't this many here last night. The only thing missing was Boris himself.

What time was it? Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you managed to focus on the clock hanging on his wall. Oh, 3:30, okay. Wait, 3:30? You quickly jumped out of bed almost falling out as you struggled to unearth yourself from the excess of blankets and neatly folded Boris's coat to set it at the foot of his bed.

"It's 3pm, Boris. If anything, I'm sorry for sleeping in so long. And I-I'm sorry about last night, you shouldn't have had to-"

"I-

A hand was placed on your head and Boris was looking at you with a soft smile.

"Do you need another squeeze?"

"Wrong answer! It was a rhetorical question!", he was now balancing the tray table in one hand as he leaned down to wrap the other one around your waist, pull you up to his chest and do a little spin before setting you back down when your laughter seemed to satisfy him. "Oh yes! I almost forgot, I brought you breakfast for in bed! It's what they call a 'bed and breakfast'." He looked down at you and frowned a bit, "But you are not in bed anymore so it is just a 'breakfast'. He made air quotes with one hand when he said the work breakfast.

His entire spiel had you laughing, "I'm sorry, Boris, I still appreciate the surprise though. I'm sure it will be just as good if I eat it in the kitchen."

He perked right back up again, "So you'll still eat it, really?!" So that's what this was, he was just hoping to get you to eat something and this was his master plan.

You...you really were feeling so much better. In fact up until now, you'd almost forgotten why you were even here in the first place. There was still some stuff you had to work out but you knew for a fact Boris was dead set on helping you through it. There's no way you could shake him or Kamal off now and while the guilt was still present in your mind, you weren't entirely uncomfortable with that thought. "Of course, Boris, let's go."

"Okay, then we can all eat together! Kamal will be so happy!"

"Wait, Kamal's still here?"

"Yep, he's the one who made breakfast today! Him and I are taking the next couple days off for-" he cut himself off realizing he should think about his next words carefully "-family related matters!" He wasn't even being shy about it anymore and was a little too satisfied with how he had finished that sentence.

"Yeah, okay." You rolled you eyes, "Go ahead and tell him I'm coming. I'm gonna get dressed and I'll be out in a few."

"Okeee! Don't take to long!", he sing-songed, practically skipping out the door.

Kamal had promised that you were going to talk about everything today and you doubted the little chat you had last night would suffice. It was strange, things were already staring to return to normal. Despite your breakdown last night...Boris wasn't treating you any differently. Talking would still be hard, excepting their help would still be hard, but if last night and this morning were any examples of how the next few days were going to go then maybe you could find the courage to work through it.

Finally finished! Sorry, I got so caught up with this one specific prompt, looking forward to finishing up some normal requests! Thank you all again for your participation this was awfully fun to write!

#smile for me #boris habit #kamal bora #dr. habit #reader/flower kid #I wouldn't be against doing a few smaller follow ups to this in the future #But for now pls feel free to send in more requests! #Kamal's pressed up against Boris's bedroom door listening to him comfort you #'Heh good job big guy'

[promiscuous-jalapeno]

Happy Blogiversary! I'm grateful for all the content you've shared with us! And thank you for being here ♥️ If you're still taking requests, I'd like to ask for Silence - a fable or The Man of the Crowd (from the poe prompts) for Jinpachi from SLBP. Feel free to skip this if you don't want to do it, but thank you very much if you do :) Have a great day!

Thank you so much, dear! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ I would be more than happy to! Jinpachi is a fav I love him so much! Also, this really got away from me omg. This is not a drabble, it turned into a one-shot haha. 

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{Nezu Jinpachi}

│The Man of the Crowd│following, curiosity, fascination

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     It had only been a bit of harmless self-indulgence. That’s what he had told himself. Yet he knew indulgences, albeit even harmless ones, were not suited to shinobi. Jinpachi was unaccustomed to acting of his own accord as he had oft of late, and even in the slivers of downtime, he couldn’t come up with plausible reasoning behind his actions. Aside from the obvious–he had, for the first time, been captivated. 

     She had twisted her ankle in town when first they met, a heavy basket of daikon and various vegetables toppling into the street. He had gotten her permission before wrapping the delicate thing in a strip of white cloth. And her hand was so small as it slid into his for support. Soft. Is this what a woman’s hand feels like?  Later, he’d ponder if perhaps only hers could feel that way against his skin. 

     “Thank you, I’m sorry to trouble you,” she apologized, and Jinpachi had not missed the wince as she stood. Nor the way the sun’s rays illuminated her face as she looked up to him with a smile. It made his heart knot in his throat. 

     But he was an expert at hiding even this. He was practiced. He was calm. The unreadable expression so many had deemed aloof would come at his benefit, after all. 

     “It’s nothing. But can you walk?” 

     “My restaurant isn’t far from here, I can manage,” she hobbled. 

     Jinpachi’s face pulled from stoic to troubled frown. “If it’s not far, then allow me to assist you.” 

     “I couldn’t possi-” 

     “Forgive me,” Jinpachi interjected. He had already extracted the basket from her grasp and was now wrapping an arm around her waist in support. 

     He couldn’t help but notice the beautiful blush on her face when they finally made it inside the establishment, and she had a hard time making eye contact after he placed her at a vacant table. Had he done something uncouth? 

     He had only touched her enough to be of help, he frowned pensively. Yet she continued to stumble over her words. The more she attempted to conceal her flushed face the more desperate he grew to see it. It’s not as if he had never seen a woman’s blush before, however. Women fell over themselves for a chance to blush at his Lord. But this…this was different. She was different. Somehow. 

     Despite his protests for her rest, she cooked for him in gratitude. And when he ate at his usual rapid pace she laughed. Oh, heaven. She laughed! And the sound sent him choking on a mouthful of rice. 

     “I’m sorry,” she finished laughing. The melody faded into her light pants like the sound of rustling leaves carried off on autumn wind. “That was rude of me, wasn’t it.” 

     “No, I’m…often told my eating habits are strange.” Among other things, he thought, shifting his gaze uncomfortably. No matter how many times he’d heard the remarks about his peculiar stoicism or the speed at which he ate, there was simply no changing the habits of one such as a shinobi. That did not, however, make him less self-conscious in the present moment. 

     “I’m not laughing because I think it’s strange,” she corrected. “I laughed because, in a shocked sort of way, it made me happy.” 

     Happy? Now who was the strange one, he thought. This was the first time anyone had regarded him with normalcy. Aside from Nobuyuki, that is. But Nobuyuki was far from normal, himself. The confusion must have registered on his face, and she explained while pouring more tea. 

     “You ever feel like you were just born to do something?” 

     Yes. He gave a nod.

     “Well, that’s cooking for me. My father left this restaurant before he died. I guess in that sense, I would have ended up a cook either way, but…I’m lucky to love what I do every day. Seeing people enjoy my food like you just did, well, it gives me great pride. So yeah, I was happy to see you eat so quickly.” 

     “Is that so…I’m sorry about your father.” 

     “It’s alright,” she sighed wistfully, “his memory lives on in the recipes, at least. Would you like some more?” 

     Yes. He gave a nod.

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     That night he couldn’t forget her. What if she fell in town again? Trouble always seemed to follow women as kind as she. And what’s more, the whole reason they had come to Kyoto was to track thieves fleeing Sanada lands. What if she had been accosted while mindlessly thinking about recipes? 

     What if they happened upon her restaurant and caused trouble? The blame would be his, in his failure to apprehend. Yes, he had a duty. Yes, he decided. Maybe he had better check on her once more. 

     Out of sight, he watched her day. Her early morning service prep and the elegant way she tied her sleeves back, hands of grace chopping vegetables into uniform bits while she hummed to herself. 

     He watched her the day after. And the day after that. 

     The way she lit up the town when out went shopping for ingredients. Jinpachi couldn’t help but smile at the charming way she held up each bit of produce for inspection. She was a curious one, indeed. He didn’t know what she was looking for. 

     She’d sniff and poke and weigh two against each other in her hands, quirking an eyebrow with pensive concentration. He couldn’t understand what drove her to care at such lengths over a simple onion or radish, but oddly enough, that made it all the more endearing to watch. 

     He felt a twinge in his chest when a young grocer stepped a little too close to her one afternoon. 

     “A discount again? But there’s nothing wrong with these…I couldn’t accept, I’d feel like I was taking advantage of you,” she kindly protested.

     “Don’t be silly! Look, I’m stopping by your restaurant after I close up shop here. If you’re still feeling guilty you can always treat me to some sake, on the house,” he grinned. “Even better if you decide to share it with me.” 

     This guy…there was no mistaking that tone and what he was implying. Jinpachi’s lips pressed into a thin line…Using a favor as leverage against her. He wanted to tell him as much, but meddling was never his forte. 

     Besides, what if she was actually interested in his company? The thought turned his stomach. Still, such an underhanded tactic…he waited until she left and settled for hurling a hearty pebble at his head. Cocky smile growing on his face when the man yelped, rubbing the wound and looking up at the sky in confusion. 

     And the man did show up that evening as promised, but she paid him no more mind than any other customer. She smiled as she did for everyone else. She poured only when necessary. And though his eyes were trained on her, she seemed fixated on stealing glances at the door. 

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     Her path to and from shopping had a few rough spots. Thieves and gamblers and drunks loitering around. The usual. Too dangerous to be left alone, surely. But nothing he could not handle in a day. Those that couldn’t be verbally threatened away were subdued so easily he hadn’t the need to use weapons at all. 

     “You’re back awfully fast!” he heard her mother exclaim. 

     “It’s the craziest thing,” she huffed, placing the heavy produce on the counter before throwing her hands on her hips, “all of the shortcuts home have been practically empty lately.” 

      “Now that you mention, the crime around here seems to have gone down. I wonder what’s going on?” 

     “I don’t know, but whatever it is I hope it stays this way,” she laughed. 

     Jinpachi smiled. 

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     When visiting her father’s grave she was surprised to see a bundle of fresh vibrant flowers already placed. Curiously she picked them up to examine them, looking around for a sign of anyone else on the lonesome hill. The only answer a silent swift breeze. 

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     The day he saw her eyeing a peach a little too long, he couldn’t resist buying it. Finding a way to slip near her in the crowd and toss it at the top of her basket. The surprised noise she made when she arrived home and discovered it was gift enough for him. And the pleasured ‘Mmm’ she made when she bit into the juicy thing, even more so. She looked around curiously, clutching it between her palms like a treasure. 

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     It was best this way. He was comfortable in this. Ever the invisible hand from the shadows. He needn’t glory nor recognition for his deeds, these small moments were enough. But it never occurred to him that he might simply be frightened at the idea of anything else. 

     Not until this night, when she had closed up and sat alone, her family all gone to sleep. A single bright lantern and her gaze fixed at the door. He wondered what she was thinking, her cheek resting in her palm as she sighed. Maybe she was having trouble sleeping. Or was she was ill?  He hoped she wasn’t. 

     But then he watched her reach into her sleeve and retrieve something in a balled fist. He wasn’t thinking anything, then. Time slowed. Finger by dainty finger she unfurled. Eyes trained down she untangled a familiar white strip of cloth with care. 

     He was thinking everything, then. 

     Eyes wide and heart racing he left as fast as he could manage. It couldn’t be. He’d imagined it. Surely, he did. It was something else. It didn’t matter, either way...he wasn’t staying in Kyoto. 

     “You’re rather late again.” Nobuyuki’s brush stilled before he placed it on the writing desk. His face was illuminated by dancing lantern light. 

     “Forgive me,” was all Jinpachi replied. He had been concentrating on the evening of his breath. Shutting the shoji behind him, he quietly took a seat against the wall. If he spoke now, Nobuyuki would surely catch on that something was amiss. He was far too clever for anyone’s good.  

     “Jinpachi.” 

     Oh no. “Yes, My Lord.” He knew that tone. 

     “Who is she?” 

     Oh no…How? “She?” 

     Nobuyuki smiled. “Your thoughts are preoccupied, you arrive late almost every evening. And you apprehended the bandits days ago…or did you think I would not find out?” 

     “I…” It was not as if he was purposefully hiding that fact. Though, he had told himself he might have missed one somewhere. That one had gotten away. That they needed to stay a little longer, to be sure. Absolutely sure. Perhaps it was all just a selfish excuse after all. Suddenly, he felt terrible. 

     “Come now,” Nobuyuki laughed lightly, shrugging it off, “no need to look like a child caught sneaking sweets. I was beginning to think I’d never get to see this side of you, old friend.” His face fell into a more serious expression, and he picked up the brush once more. Making one last point before turning back to his work. “But we depart for Ueda in two days’ time. I trust you know what I mean by that.” 

     Yes. He nodded. “By your will.” 

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     If she did not remember him, it would be just as well. And why would she? He was quiet and near impossible to understand. They had only met once. If he walked in and she gave him the usual empty courtesies, he would drink he tea and leave quietly. 

     Had what he seen the night before truly been a mirage built from exhaustion and buried hopes, that would be alright. But if she did remember him, then maybe…No. It was not likely. 

     The town was painted in scarlet when he finally had the restaurant in his sights. He’d faced death countless times over. He’d been surrounded by enemies, sword to sword with foe’s in battle, yet nothing gave his heart chase like parting that noren and stepping inside the mouth of fate. 

     “Jinpachi!” she beamed immediately. The face he had grown to love cheerily peeked out from the back room. He could swear she practically skipped to him from the kitchen. “I was…hoping I’d see you again.” 

#Jalapeno Blogiversary #slbp #samurai love ballad party #slbp jinpachi #nezu jinpachi #slbp fanfic #my writing #Anonymous

[lifesucksheres20bucks]

Reddie prompt: Eddie always pays specifically for Richie when they go out with all the losers (like we saw with the ice cream in the movie, for example at the cinema, or the fair idk) and he suddenly realizes he does it because he involuntarily thinks about him as his "date". That's how he discovers his own crush. (If it's too specific you're free to change it as you please)

Thanks for the idea! hope you like it !! 

*its late i didnt read it over im sorry*

-eddie and richie have always been closer to each other 

-everyone knows it

-they claim they cant stand each other but everyone knows thats not true

-they love teasing each other but they also have their cute moments of geeking out together

- eddie has been unconsciously buying stuff for richie since they were 7 years old

- it all started when eddie brought gummy worms to school, he didnt have much bc his mom didnt want him to get sick.

-he was sooooo excited to each them during lunch time, he had been thinking about them ALL day

- he finally pulls them out and richie sees them and says “omg eds those are my absolute favorite candy! could I maybe have one?” 

-eddie looks at richies puppy dog eyes and back at his gummies, man he really wanted all of those gummies but richie looked like he really want some and he could never say no to richie so...

-”yeah sure, hmm, here take these” and eddie gave him 3 out of his 7 worms

-” wow thank you eds!” richie said as he pinched eddies cheek

“dont call me that richie..” he said grinning 

richie devoured those gummies in like 3 seconds

eddie ate them like a normal human being

richie then just stared at eddie eating those gummies bc mannnn he really wanted more

eddie kinda got that impression too so he split the 7th gummy in half and they shared it 

richie literally hugged eddie with all the strength in his body

that whole week eddie snuck into the candy drawer at home and took extra gummies for richie

and they would both eat them together at lunch

(they even named one albert and kept it in a bag in richies locker and “looked after it” together)

after that, every time eddie would go to the drug store to get his medicine he would buy a bag of candy for him and richie to share. 

every.single.time

he would save up the whole week just to buy that bag of candy

when they got older he didnt notice he did it anymore

the candy buying had stopped but if he was at the fair and he went to get a hot dog he always got an extra one for richie

or at the ice cream shop he always got some for richie

richie at this point expects food from eddie all the time, he doesnt notice it but hes like a drained dog if eddie has food, richie has food

one day the losers are are the annual derry town celebration and eddie goes to get some cotton candy for him and richie (their like 17 here)

he comes back and hands over the cotton candy to richie

mike goes to grabs some before eddie gives it to richie and without even thinking he just blurs out “NO thats for richie”

mike is just like taken aback 

and eddie is too

hes just like “hmm sorry mike here take some of mine”

mike hesitantly takes some and whispers a quick thanks

eddie cheeks are red hot

“why do you only buy food for richie and never for us?” bev asks

“hm, idk, i just, uhm, i just do”

“but why only him, you've never bought us anything” ben pressed

“its just what i do, idk ive always done that”

theres a long moment of silence

after a minute the rest of the losers starts talking but eddie just sits there quietly 

he starts to think of why he only buys food for richie

and he starts to think of how happy richie always looks when he brings him food

and the way he calls him cute

or the way he says “thanks Eds!” with a little pinch on the cheek

and he starts panicking

he cant breathe

he did it bc he liked it when richie gave him attention and looked at him as if, for those two seconds, he was richies whole world

he liked it

he liked richie 

eddie just jumps out of his seat and beelines for his house

the losers all notice and mike decided to follow him

eddie gets to his house and just collapses near the tree, out of breathe and panicked

he cant like richie

but he did like richie

but why, he cant, richie is going to hate him, he cant like like richie no its a joke. hes just confused, they just confused him with all of these questions 

that was it

he didnt like richie

no

he loved him

“fuck just shut up!” he yelled to himself 

he just starts sobbing

Uncontrollable sobs

mike hears the crying and peddles faster

he gets to eddie and just sits next to him and wraps his arms around his shoulder

“its okay eddie just breathe okay listen to my breathing try to follow it”

they spend the next couple of minutes just concentrating on their breathing

when eddie finally calms down he just looks at mike, all red eyed and he blurs out 

“i like him mike, thats why”

“why what eddie?”

“why i buy him all the food”

“oh, uhm, thats okay eddie”

“no its not =, how could i like my best friend, omg hes going to hate me, hes never going to want to talk to me again”

“You know i can never do that to my eds” they hear a voice say behind them

eddie froze, he was thinking of just bolting to his house and locking the door

“mike do you mind giving us some time alone?”

“yeah no problem man”

richie sits down next to eddie and eddie just looks straight ahead. hes too scared to look at richie

“eds, can you please look at me, i wanna say something”

eddie slowly turns his head towards richie. richie sees the tears and instinctively wipes them form his cheek

“ you know when you bring me food its usually the highlight of my day, it makes me believe that your thinking about me”

“ only makes you believe? im definitely thinking about you if im buying YOU food” eddie quietly chuckles 

“ i know you are but i mean i always kinda hoped you thought of me for more than just food...”

eddie could see that richie was visibly nervous, he kept shaking his leg and biting his lip

Eddie put his hand on richie leg to try and calm him down, when he did that richie just gave him a comforting smile

“i dont want us to ruin our friendship overt this richie, i cant lose you”

“you’ll never lose me eds, we can take this slowly and figure it out together”

“okay, were going to find a way to make this work”

“ oh btw eds i brought you these”

richie pulled out a bag of gummy worms

eddies starts laughing and takes some. he rest his head on richies shoulder as he eats the gummies, knowing everything is going to be alright.\

#reddie prompt #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie au #reddie imagine #reddie fanfic #reddie

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I would like more human!Gideon in Life in a Miracle verse if you're taking prompts

A New Life – The Mysteries Of Sleep And FoodSummary: Gideon’s second full day ashuman. The unexpected sequel to A New Life (set in the Life After A Miracleverse, somewhere during the Settling In timeline.)Author’s Note: I didn’t intend to addanymore to A New Life but was talked into it. Enjoy.                                *********************************************Gideon sighed happily as she began to wake up. Cuddling deeper into the warmcocoon she was in just wanting to stay here where everything was simple and uncomplicated.

As her mind became clearer,which was a bizarre thing for her to cope with not instantly being aware ofeverything the moment she was conscious, Gideon realised she was alone in thebed when she had fallen asleep holding onto her Captain.

It was a concept that wastruly foreign to her to sleep, something she had watched her beloved Captain dofor many years and wondered about. It was now something she had done a greatdeal of in the past few days.

Turning to the side to checkthe clock beside her, she stared in surprise at the time.

“Well, good morning,” Rip’samused voice came from the other side making her turn to find him leaningagainst the doorframe, “It’s nice to see you awake at last.”

Gideon felt her cheeks burn,the way they did so often when he smiled at her.

“Grab a quick shower and getdressed,” Rip told her, “If you still want to meet Jonas for lunch that is.”

“Of course, Captain,” shereplied softly.

“Use my name, Gideon,” he shookhis head as he left her to get ready.

Sliding out of the warmcomfortable bed, Gideon headed for her shower.

She’d now been human forapproximately forty-two hours and there were a few things Gideon had learnedalready.

Firstly, she needed to sleep,a lot, but could only manage to do so when Rip was with her. When she was aloneGideon just couldn’t relax enough to enter the state, terrified something wouldhappen but when her Captain was holding her, she could fall asleep easilybecause she knew he would keep her safe.

Secondly, she enjoyed thesensation of standing beneath warm water letting it flow down over her body andsoak her long hair. The scent of the soap and shampoo made her smile as shecleaned herself. Her Captain had bought ones specifically for her when theywere out the day before. A simple gesture designed to make her feel comfortablein her new form, one that made her so grateful to have him with her as shelearned about her new life.

Thirdly, was the fact sheneeded to eat but she didn’t quite like it. Food that was not completely solid,with a sauce or if she needed to use cutlery meant Gideon would make a mess torival Jonas when he was a toddler. Even though her Captain had been unable tohide his mirth at those times, he hugged her tightly and promised it would geteasier.

She hoped he was right.

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 Rip smiled when Gideondescended the stairs, looking beautiful in the dress she was wearing with herlong hair falling around her shoulders and her smile bright.

“I’m ready, Captain,” she toldhim.

Shaking his head Rip caughther hand, “Gideon, you’re human now. You should use my name.”

Her cheeks coloured in ablush and she dropped her eyes shyly, “I will try…Rip,” she promised again.

Rip reached out and gentlystroked her cheek before touching her chin so she would look up at him, “I knowit’s strange and I’m here for you but calling me Captain might bring attentionwe don’t want. Okay?”

Gideon nodded.

Rip pressed a soft kiss toher forehead, “Come on, we’ll be late if we don’t move.”

“Late?” Gideon frownedconfused checking the time.

“I thought you’d want to see Jonasat his swimming lesson,” Rip smiled with a shrug.

Gideon smiled at the thoughtand nodded, “Yes.”

“Then let’s go.”

 Clarissa smiled to herself asJonas talked about what they were going to be doing today in his lessons. Thelittle boy was a complete joy to be around and she loved being his grandmother.

To her surprise, it hadn’ttaken any persuasion to get Rip to allow her to take Jonas to swimming lessons.Rip agreed that the little boy should know how to swim and not learn the sameway he had. Clarissa had decided not to ask the question.

Opening the car door to allowthe little boy out, she smiled when he took her hand as he knew he should inthe car park.

“Daddy!!” Jonas criedjoyfully when they reached the door to the leisure centre finding two peoplewaiting for them, “Gideon.”

Clarissa smiled as Jonas ranacross the small space and threw himself at his father, seeing the human formof the AI who watched over them smile at the scene.

“Good morning,” Clarissagreeted them, “I didn’t expect to see you until lunch.”

Rip smiled, letting his songo so he could hug Gideon, “I thought Gideon would like to see Jonas at hislesson.”

Nodding Clarissa checked herwatch, “And we need to get inside so Jonas can get ready. Come on, Sunshine.”

Jonas nodded and took herhand. As they started inside Clarissa smiled slightly seeing Rip rest his handon Gideon’s lower back. To guide her inside as the gentleman he was but it wasalso protective and a little possessive.

“Alright,” Rip said, “I’lltake Jonas to get changed, why don’t you ladies find seats for us?”

Clarissa nodded, “Of course.”Seeing Gideon’s nerves at being separated from Rip, Clarissa took her arm, “Itwill give us a chance to chat and you to tell me stories where he can’toverhear.”

Gideon laughed softly andwalked with Clarissa to the spectator seats where they found three together atthe front. Gideon sat studying the pool, Clarissa smiled to see she wasmesmerised by the gentle movement of the water.

Suddenly the peace wasshattered as the kids appeared and all jumped into the water to get to theirstarting positions. Jonas saw them and waved, Gideon gave him a small waveback. Rip arrived in the spectator area and slid into the seat at Gideon’s side,his arm automatically resting around her.

Rip’s unthinking gesturecaused countless murmurs and a wave of interest from all the mothers sittingaround. Clarissa sighed irritated at them, she spent a lot of time keeping thevultures away from him. It surprised her how naïve he was when it came to thatsort of thing but considering Rip’s upbringing, and the fact he’d fallen forMiranda when he was young, it made sense.

 Evelyn Thomas cooed to herbaby girl she was carrying in the papoose while she headed to the spectatorarea of the pool. Checking who was there she smiled seeing Clarissa but wassurprised to see Rip was sitting also. However, Evelyn mused, seeing Gideonsitting at Rip’s side it made sense. She was visiting so Evelyn assumed Rip wasshowing off Jonas to his friend.

She started towards them findingher way was blocked by one of the other mothers.

“Freya,” Evelyn gave her asmile, assuming she wanted to see the baby, “How are you?”

“Good,” the other womanreplied before continuing quickly, “You’re friends with Jonas Hunter’s father,right?”

Suspicion instantly hit herbefore Evelyn nodded, “Yes.”

“Who is the woman?” Freyaasked, several of the other mothers leaning in to hear the answer.

Evelyn rolled her eyes butknew that she’d get no peace or away from them until she answered.

“She’s Rip’s friend from backhome. I think they went to college together,” Evelyn told them, “She’s here tovisit for a while.”

Freya glanced over at thepeople in question, “Are you sure they’re friends? I mean look at the way she’sall over him.”

Evelyn looked round the otherwoman to where Gideon was leaning against Rip laughing at something his armaround her, but they were old friends and obviously comfortable with oneanother.

“Well, that’s his business,”Evelyn replied sharply before she slid round the other woman and made her wayto her original destination.

The moment she reached themEvelyn saw Rip’s eyes instantly fall on Ruth.

“You know how to make a girlfeel special,” Evelyn laughed as she undid the straps and lifted her daughterout, passing Ruth to Rip.

Rip happily took the littlegirl into his arms, “Hello, beautiful girl,” he bounced her, getting smiles andhappy gurgles.

Evelyn rolled her eyes, “I’mfeeling a little slighted.”

The other two women laughed.

“It’s nice to see you again,Gideon,” Evelyn said, taking her seat.

Gideon gave her a smile, “Andyou, Mrs Thomas.”

“Evelyn,” she corrected,frowning confused when Rip snorted in amusement.

He shook his head, eyes notmoving from Ruth, “Don’t ask.”

 Gideon smiled watching Ripreluctantly hand the baby girl to her mother when the lesson ended. She wasrelieved by how well she’d done having a conversation with Evelyn. She knewClarissa and Rip were listening closely in case either of them needed to stepin but Rip only had to do so once.

“Would you like to join usall for lunch?” Gideon asked, catching the surprised looks on Clarissa andRip’s faces at the invitation.

Evelyn smiled at her, “Iwould love to but unfortunately Kevin’s mother is visiting and he’s picking herup just now. Maybe another time, if you’re still in town.”

Gideon nodded. She knew howmuch Rip valued Evelyn and Kevin Thomas’ friendship, especially as they werenormal, compared to everyone else he knew.

“I’d like that,” Gideon toldher.

Evelyn gave her a quick smilebefore she and Rip left to get their sons.

“That was unexpected,”Clarissa said, “Inviting Evelyn for lunch with us.”

Gideon smiled, “Jonas andAdam would like it while I enjoyed speaking with Evelyn.”

Clarissa squeezed her hand,“That’s good. It can’t be easy talking to those who don’t know your previousform.”

“I worry I will say somethingthat isn’t right,” Gideon confessed.

“You’re doing fine,” Clarissaassured her, “Come on, let’s fetch the boys and go for lunch.”

Warmed by the older woman’swords and affection, Gideon smiled following her to meet Rip and Jonas.

 Jonas took Gideon’s hand asthey started out the leisure centre, telling her what he’d learned that day andhow well he’d done.

Rip watched them with a smileon his face as he walked with Clarissa behind them.

“I was thinking,” he spokeup, “That since it’s such a nice day we get some sandwiches and drinks thenhave a picnic in the park.”

Gideon turned giving him agrateful smile that he wasn’t taking her somewhere she would have to try anduse cutlery.

“What do you think, Jonas?”Clarissa asked.

Jonas nodded, always happy togo to the park before he paused and asked, “Will I still get the cake youpromised?”

Rip turned to Clarissa with araised eyebrow.

“Because he did so well inschool this week, I promised we would get a treat at lunch today,” Clarissaexplained, “And yes, we will pick up a few cakes for after lunch.”

Jonas grinned and Rip shookhis head in defeat.

“Okay,” Rip smiled, “We canget some cake for after lunch.”

They walked to the park andfound a bench in the sunshine, near the play area for Jonas. Leaving Gideon andJonas to get comfortable, Rip and Clarissa headed to the small café nearby toget them food.

“Is there a reason you wanteda picnic today?” Clarissa asked as they joined the queue.

Rip shrugged, “Gideon findscutlery difficult to use. If she’s eating in public this makes her lessself-conscious.”

“That makes sense,” Clarissanodded, “She seems to be coping admirably with the change she’s gone through.”

“There are times she getsanxious,” Rip replied, “But knows that we’re all here to help her.”

Clarissa smiled, “I’ll makesure she knows to call me when she wants to talk or needs help that you can’tgive.”

 “Gideon?”

“Yes?”

“Do you like being a womannow and not just a voice?”

Gideon smiled at the littleboy’s question, “Honestly,” she took his hand, “It is a little scary because Iam now so different from what I’ve always been, but I do like that I can hugyou now.”

Jonas grinned and threw hisarms around her in a tight hug, “I like to hug you too.” He let her go andlooked at her thoughtfully, “You don’t have to be scared, Gideon. Me and Daddylove you. We’ll look after you.”

“Thank you, Jonas,” Gideonsmiled, “I love you too.”

His smile widened and hewrapped his arms around her waist leaning against her. Gideon rested her cheekagainst the little boy’s hair, understanding suddenly why Rip loved to just holdhis son in his arms sometimes. She spotted Rip and Clarissa coming towards them.

“It looks like our lunch ishere,” Gideon said, smiling with the boy pulled back and looked over to hisfather and grandmother walking towards them.

“You can have some of mycake,” Jonas told her, “If Daddy didn’t get you one.”

“Thank you, Jonas.”

 Rip smiled as he and Gideonwatched Jonas on the swing. Clarissa had headed home after lunch getting bighugs from Jonas and a promise from Gideon to call her if she needed to talk.

Feeling his phone buzz, Rippulled it out and checked the message before answering quickly.

“Is something wrong?” Gideonasked softly.

Shaking his head Rip assuredher, “It was just Caitlin checking how you are.”

“Why did she not contact me?”

Rip gave her a slightlyamused smile, “You don’t have a phone, and unless you’re not telling mesomething this was all she could do.”

Gideon stared at him beforeshe gave a cry of frustration, “This isn’t right. I shouldn’t be like this.”

Rip moved and caught her inhis arms, “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Tucking her head against hisneck she sighed sadly, “I’m not meant to be like this, Captain. I can’t lookafter you in this form.”

Holding her tightly, Ripgently rubbed her back soothingly, “We look after each other now.”

Gideon sniffed slightly notmoving, keeping her face pressed against his shoulder.

“Let’s get Jonas and we’ll gohome,” Rip told her, “When we’re in the house you can relax. Okay?”

She nodded again beforestepping back to let him collect his son. Rip left her sitting at the tablewhile he headed to the swings.

“Jonas,” he said, “It’s timeto go home,” Rip continued quickly before his son could protest, “Gideon needsto go back to the house now.”

Jonas quickly slid off theswing and took Rip’s hand heading back to where Gideon was sitting lookingforlorn at the table. Jonas ran over and took her hand without a word, when shestood Rip led them back to the car so they could go home.

 Rip watched over Gideon forthe rest of the afternoon as she helped Jonas with his jigsaw puzzle. She’dbeen quiet since her small anxiety attack in the park, allowing Rip to bringher back to the house where Jonas insisted that she play with him.

The remainder of the daywhile Rip did his chores, he listened closely in case Gideon had another panicattack but thankfully, although quiet, she seemed alright.

After dinner, which Ripensured was easy for Gideon to eat, they sat and watched one of Jonas’ movies.Rip put his son to bed, who knowing Gideon was upset gave her an extra long huggoodnight. Once he’d read Jonas that evening’s chapter and said goodnight tohim Rip headed back down to check on Gideon.

She was curled up in thecorner of the couch, staring at the screen that was showing one of the singingshows she enjoyed so much. Rip took a seat at her side, sliding his arms aroundher and pulled her close frowning when he heard her sob.

“I can’t do this, Captain,”she cried, “I want to be me again, I don’t like….” she trailed off frustratedthat she couldn’t vocalise what she was feeling.”

Rip hushed her, holding herclose feeling her tears soak his t-shirt, “I’m here, Gideon. I know this ishard for you but you’re not alone. You are never alone. I’m always here.”

After several minutes shebegan to calm and pulled back from him, wiping her eyes Gideon gave him a softshy smile.

Before she could say anything,she yawned making Rip smile.

“You should go to bed,” he toldher, frowning at the panic that crossed her face.

“I am fine,” Gideon saidquickly trying to hide the fear in her eyes.

Rip gently rubbed her arm, hedidn’t realise she was still as scared of going to sleep as she had been, nowshe’d done it a few times.

“You can still sleep besideme,” he reminded her, “If that will make you feel better.”

Gideon nodded, “But you are nottired, are you?”

Rip mused for a moment,Gideon was obviously exhausted, but she would fight sleep if she was alone.

“Get ready for bed,” Rip toldher, “And come back down here. I’ve got an idea.”

While Gideon changed, Riptook a pillow from the spare room along with a blanket. He made himself sometea and grabbed his book placing it on the table at the side of the couch. WhenGideon arrived Rip sat, placing the pillow against his leg and motioning her tolie down.

With a shy smile she curledup on the couch, her head on the pillow, curling under the blanket she smiledwhen Rip gently stroked her hair.

“It’s okay,” he promised, “Goto sleep. I am right here with you.”

Letting out a soft sighGideon’s sleepy voice came, “Thank you, Rip.”

“Any time,” Rip assured her.

 It was three hours later whenRip decided to head to bed, easing himself from beneath Gideon so he didn’twake her, he quickly cleared away his mug. Returning to the living room, Ripslid his arms around Gideon and lifted her easily. Carefully Rip carried Gideonup to the bedroom and gently rested her on the bed, smiling as she murmuredslightly shifting to get comfortable in the new location.

Once he was confident Gideonwas resting Rip pressed a kiss to her forehead. Changing into his nightwear Ripclimbed into bed making sure he didn’t wake her. Rip slid closer to Gideon,smiling that even in her sleep she instantly cuddled against him looking forhis comfort.

Today was only the secondfull day that Gideon had been human, and Rip knew that it wasn’t magicallygoing to be easy for her to adjust to her situation. But he would do everythinghe could to help.

Rip tightened his arms aroundGideon hearing her sigh happily and smiled as he closed his eyes falling asleepeasily with his best friend in his arms.

#fic #legends of tomorrow #rip hunter #gideon #jonas hunter #clarissa stein #timeship

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a prompt! : jancy & spontaneous slow-dancing. love your writing, you're really talented

a big thanks to my lovely friend javie, @jvncys , for helping me find a song & also for requesting the same prompt actually! + ao3 link

It was the type of summer night that was hot, no doubt, but not that bad. Not sticky and humid and slick with sweat hot they’d been used to for the past couple weeks now. Sometimes even a slight breeze peeled through the air, indulging them for a second.

And, surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad during the day either. It was still uncomfortably warm, but not sticky enough to deter them. Nancy had still managed to wear the sundress she, and her boyfriend, loved so much. Even Jonathan had shown up to her house in shorts. And the car ride to the movies was comfortable with all the windows down and Jonathan going fast enough for it to matter. The AC was still broken in his ford, but Hopper promised the next day off he’d help fix it.

They hadn’t eaten before the movie, simply for lack of time. They were ten minutes late as is, but Nancy still insisted it’d be fine. When they exited the theater, hand in hand, the sun had already set and Hawkins was engulfed in darkness only speckled with streetlights.

The responsible thing would be to eat dinner, neither had eaten real food since lunch, but it was hot and Nancy was craving something sweet so without even thinking she led their conjoined hands to the ice cream shop in the center of town. It was surprisingly quiet, and she recalled Steve saying something about a bonfire at the lake tonight. Good, Nancy thought to herself. No one to bother them. They slipped in the shop, the bell announcing their arrival to the sweet old lady working behind the counter.

She ignored Jonathan’s look when she ordered cookie dough in a cup (she liked cones too, but they were harder to share), about to take out her own wallet before he could hand a bill to the lady. She managed to give him a pointed look when he did just that, knowing how much it irked her. She didn’t have a problem with her boyfriend buying her things sometimes, but he had bought the movie tickets. And he was the one with the job, the money supposed to be going towards his college savings. And his family was the one struggling financially, especially compared to hers.

She thought the least her father could do was pay for her and her boyfriend to get dessert for dinner. “I’m giving you gas money.” She announced as they walked out the back door, leading them to the picnic tables in the back of the shop.

“You don’t-” Jonathan started, but was cut off with one daring look. Finish that sentence. “Thank you.” He changed his mind instead, laughing at her pleased look.

The night was clear, and how warm it was still made the frozen desert even better Nancy decided. She could feel Jonathan’s eyes on her, questioning. She gave him a look instead, her mouth filled with ice cream otherwise she’d ask.

Jonathan shrugged. “I know strawberry is your favorite, that’s all.”

There it was. Nancy grinned, making a scoop full of ice cream as she spoke. “Yeah, well my thought process was maybe if I got your favorite, maybe you’d actually eat some of it.” She laughed, pushing the ice cream up to his mouth before he could respond to that.

That was Nancy’s relationship with Jonathan for a lot of things. He did so much for her, she loved doing little things to make him happy. Of course she’d order his favorite ice cream because he would always order hers. She’d make sure he had gas money since he was driving her everywhere. She’d show up at his job with lunch on days he otherwise wouldn’t eat until dinner. It was just what she did. She didn’t mind looking out for Jonathan, it’s not like anyone else was going to put him first. In fact, she kind of loved it.

“You didn’t have to.” Jonathan was saying as he swallowed. She wanted to roll her eyes. She knew she didn’t have to, she wanted to.

Nancy shrugged. “I happen to like cookie dough just as much, thank you.”

Jonathan only laughed as Nancy sat, making herself comfortable on the top of the picnic table. Her feet rested on the seat, and she straightened out her skirt over her knees before force feeding Jonathan another bite.

He took it gladly as he sat next to her, resting his elbows on his knees as he did so. It was still unbearably hot, but neither one of them wanted the distance. They just missed the AC from the movie theater or even the inside of the store.

“Do you really?” He wondered, causing Nancy to raise an eyebrow as she licked the remaining ice cream off the spoon. “Actually like cookie dough?”

He laughed as she did. “It’s good. Not my favorite, but it’s good. Plus,” She scooted even closer, “I like you. So…” She shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I like you, too. So much.” Jonathan replied immediately, his voice getting all serious. He always spoke seriously when it came to her, and his feelings about her. It was never a joke.

“I know.” Nancy replied, not even being able to stop the blush crawling up her neck and cheeks. She ducked her head, focusing her eyes on her sneakers in hopes to hide it.

She did know, boy did she know. He made no effort to hide that in the last few months they’d started dating. In fact, she felt more in love, and loved, than she had ever with her ex. She was sure he knew it too.

Jonathan’s fingers reached out to brush her own, and she let herself meet his eye again. He, surprisingly, just looked away from her. Unsurprisingly though, he also had a slight redness to his face. But he was looking up instead, almost thoughtfully. She paused for a moment to see what his eye caught.

“Really?” She teased him, looking to the speaker. The music was low, but it was unmistakable. She could now only hear Heaven by Bryan Adams playing as they sat.

“What?” He laughed back, his eyes focusing on their hands now. “It’s a good song.” She knew he was saying that because it happened to remind him of her. It’s okay, she felt the same.

“Yeah, it’s a good song. Very romantic.”

“It can be romantic.” Jonathan shrugged.

And then, all of the sudden, Jonathan hopped off the table and was around her. She wasn’t sure when he moved their hands, but now both of his were on either side of her on the picnic table top. Supporting his weight as he had stood, and Nancy felt her breathe hitch at how close he was.

She forced herself to meet his eyes, and not his lips, as he spoke. “You just have to make it romantic.” He all but whispered before he was leaning in, brushing his lips against hers.

Nancy pushed herself forward, fully, capturing his lips with her own as she brought her hands to his neck. His lips were sticky and tasted sweet like the vanilla ice cream that was now forgotten about behind them as she deepened the kiss. Jonathan made no movement of stopping her as he, somehow, pushed himself closer to her on the table. It suddenly occurred to her without that bench part, she could wrap her legs around him without a barrier, and she wished that was a reality now.

Maybe not the best idea in a public place, she was made aware when they broke away to take a breath. She didn’t let him move though, as she rested her hands on his broad shoulders, letting herself steady as she looked up at him from under her lashes.

It was a feeble attempt because the sight of his eyes blown wide and the look he was giving her was enough to make her feel like she was pushed out of a plane. She wanted more of him, but she also didn’t want to fuck him behind an ice cream shop in the middle of town.

She could only imagine what the rumors would say. Oh god, and her mother. At least Mrs. Byers, or Joyce as Nancy was told to call her, would find it funny. Hell, Hop probably would too.

Slowly, as slowly as she could, she pushed herself a couple inches away from him. He had the same idea, thankfully, knowing they’d need to hit the brakes before this went too far. She was still looking up at him, breathlessly, when she spoke.

“You kissing me isn’t what makes this song so romantic.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She hummed, her tone taking a playful teasing one once again. She nearly even cocked her head to the side.

“That’s all I got then. What would you like?” He wondered, still trapping her between his arms on either side. She tried to ignore how hot that was.

“I-I don’t know.” She shrugged, thoughts leaving her for a second. “A gesture. Like…”

Jonathan only raised his eyebrows at her, begging her to explain. She must have got it because she got that look in her eyes Jonathan knew all too well. Her I have a plan and nothing is going to stop me look.

Before he could even ask, she was gently pushing him away from her, her hands still on his shoulders as she stood on the ground. She was still a couple inches shorter than him, but it was manageable to wrap her arms around his neck as she pushed them back, just a little more.

And then, she started to sway. Her eyes never left him, and Jonathan felt himself getting embarrassed and blushing again as he tentatively lifted his hands to her waist. Fuck, he was never really good at this.

But he wasn’t too bad. Certainly not as bad as he thought he was. Even though she knew Mrs. Byers’ had given Will the lessons though. Nancy lessened the distance between them, dancing only somewhat awkwardly. Gently, she took his arms and placed them tighter around herself.

He’d been nervous the first time they’d done this at prom too, but even then he got the hang of it quickly. She was also nearly supporting all her weight on him then, her feet hurt from the heels and she was just a little buzzed from the punch Steve spiked. They skipped out early but Nancy had a great time with him. She only insisted they danced a little before they went to make out in his car or something.

“There you go,” Nancy smirked in approval as Jonathan matched her movements, although she could tell he was embarrassed to be doing this so openly. Although, he’d probably be all red in the face if they were in his room too.

“This is your idea of romantic?” He laughed, although it was softly now. It was almost too intimate of a moment to speak at a normal volume.

Nancy nodded, leaning her head against him now. “Well, yeah. This is nice isn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah it is.” Jonathan answered quickly, almost too quickly, and it brought a smile to his girlfriend’s face.

“I think so too.” She mumbled, snuggling against him as the rest of the song played out. She didn’t fail to notice Jonathan’s arms also tighten around her, the degree she had wanted when he first touched her, and she felt completely comfortable in his embrace.

Nevermind the stupidly hot Indiana summer, or the fact their body heat would cause this to be uncomfortable and sweaty if they kept it up. Jonathan could drive them down the freeway to make up for that later, having a feeling neither one planned on calling it early tonight. Right now, also all the time but especially right now, she just wanted to be close to him.

And when the song ended, Nancy started to pull away as something else came on. She didn’t recognize it, and could only assume Jonathan didn’t either, but his grip didn’t loosen. Instead, he reached for one of her hands while his other stayed firm around her.

And he was grinning, all red and bashful, but smiling from ear to ear. It was contagious, and even though she was already hot and missing her ice cream, she let a smile spread across her face too as she humored him.

“Sorry. I know I suck at this, don’t I?”

“Kinda.” Nancy stated bluntly. “It’s okay though,” She quickly took her other hand to lift his chin, forcing him to meet her eye. “Think of how good you’ll be at prom next year.”

He was touched for a moment, or maybe stunned. They’d been together nearly eight months now, ever since one of the worst weeks of his life (although November ‘83 was a tie) but he was almost floored at how sure she was. She wanted him in her life, now and in the future. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and he could hardly believe that. He looked like he was about to scoop her up and kiss her again, and Nancy wanted nothing more than for him to do just that.

Instead, he laughed, the touched look never leaving his eyes. He didn’t have to say anything, she knew how much it meant to him. “How am I gonna be better when I don’t even know what I’m doing now?”

“You practice!” Nancy exclaimed like it was the simplest thing in the world. In an instant, she was leading him as they danced, both of them laughing and messing up. Jonathan hand one hand enclosed with hers against his chest, trying to keep up while the other was still wrapped around her. In a rather bold move, Jonathan took the chance to spin her.

Nancy’s dress swirled around her, and her sneakers were not meant to gracefully turn under cement, but she was laughing anyway. She landed against his chest, still looking up at him under her lashes. They were both genuinely happy and that was a rarity for both of them. Especially in the last year.

Well, the last couple months had been pretty great. So maybe happiness was more becoming to them than she thought. Maybe they really deserved it too. She certainly wasn’t grateful for anything that happened, but she was grateful for him.

Nancy moved first as she backed herself a bit to look him in the eyes. Jonathan was sporting one of those smiles he only gave her and she felt her heart hammer in her chest. It was overwhelming, what she felt for this boy. 

“I love you.” She breathed.

She never felt more sure about anything in her life, and she wanted him to know that.

Nancy felt weak in her knees by just the way Jonathan was looking at her. “I love you too, so much.”

Nancy was grinning when she pushed herself back up again, and they stayed like that for another few moments. All swaying and kisses that were messy and improper because they were grinning through them.

They broke away for air once again, but neither moved for a minute. Until Jonathan was talking again after the silence, pressing another soft kiss on her lips as he spoke. “By the way, I think your ice cream has melted by now.”

Nancy was out of his arms in a moment, although not releasing his hand. “Shit!” She grinned, dragging him back to the picnic table to find a cold soupy mess. “Our ice cream has melted.” She corrected, taking a spoonful anyways. It was still good.

“Our icecr-” Jonathan corrected himself, walking up behind her. Before he could finish though, Nancy had turned on her heel, pressed nearly chest to chest with him, as she shoved the spoon full of ice cream into his mouth again.

#jancy #basically if i could write their season 3 opening scene this would be it :) #thank you so much! #jonathan x nancy #jancy fanfiction #otp: definitely you #jancy fanfic #mikeswheeler #my writing #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

[edourado]

Hey! i've been gorging on your gorgeously written karedevil fic, and i think you've ruined all other karedevil fic not written by you for me, you just get them, it's crazy how the writing just sucks you in and leaves you in a puddle of feels. anyways in case you're taking any prompts, can i please get an angsty/bittersweet fic where Karen this time has to confess her secrets to Matt and how matt reacts, preferably after season 2. Thank you so much for your fics and writing. Love it :)

Hello, darling. 

Let me tell you this, your message warmed my heart. A lot. Because the Karedevil fandom is pretty small, I don’t really get a lot of feedback. I do get a lot of prompts, but feedback is rare, so this right here made me smile a lot a lot a lot. So thank you, very very very much. 

I have your prompt for you, finally. I’m sorry it took so long. I’m not in the most Karedevil of places right now. After The Defenders, it became kinda hard to write for them. But, luckily, you asked for angsty/bittersweet. So, hopefully, that’s what this is. I hope you like it.

Let me know what you think. It is set after The Defenders.

Much love.

Wall

He was still stuck in bed when she came over.

There were a lot of injuries. He could barely move without a million things hurting at the same time, and Claire had threatened to use the whole extent of Luke’s strength if he didn’t follow her instructions - and the doctor she had approved of - to the dot. So he wasn’t allowed to get up by himself. He wasn’t allowed to try and sit up without help. He wasn’t allowed to do anything, really. He was lucky she let him go to the bathroom alone, at least, even if she did insist on baths, not showers.

Foggy came first, and went on a rant about being an asshole, his best friend, irresponsible, impulsive, stupid and too noble. He also went on a different rant about abusive relationships and when it was time to let people go. Claire yelled at him when he flung himself on Matt on a hug she had told him he couldn’t share.

Danny was like a kid who could not stop talking. Jessica was stoic, but she offered to smuggle a drink for him and threatened to punch him into seeing again, which showed she cared. She sat with him a lot.

Karen came almost a week after he could get visits.

She had been out of town, working on a “story” - she was working with Frank. Foggy couldn’t lie to him before, he can’t lie to him now - and Matt tried not to keep asking for her, but he couldn’t help himself.

“She was so relieved, man”, Foggy told him. “You gotta believe me. She was wrecked when we thought… You know, when we thought you were really gone, she really never gave up hope. I did, I’ll admit it, but she didn’t.”

Which made him happy, he supposed. But he wanted to see her. He needed to talk to her, to apologise, again, for lying, for not letting her in, for pushing her away even when he told himself he was trying. He wasn’t, not really.

He just… He really wanted to see her.

Count the hours as he did, he was asleep when she finally came.

He woke up, his head foggy because of all the meds, and she was sitting there by his bed, soft sobs coming out, her face wet with tears.

How long had she been there?

“Karen…” he calls, but it’s barely above a whisper, and she jumps up, moving closer, sitting by his side on the bed, suddenly crying harder, but her hands are soft on his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks, fingers combing his hair back.

“Oh, my God, Matt-”

He has time to offer her a few reassuring words while she caresses him and cries, but then she’s leaning in and pressing a kiss to his mouth, and suddenly he wants to cry, too.

Why is this so difficult? There is a part of him that had known, pretty much since the beginning, that it was her, it was always gonna be her, but he keeps making everything so complicated. Even when he doesn’t want to, life just keeps-

“I thought I lost you”, she says against his face, and her embrace is soft. He can’t really tell, because he’s so focused on her, but if Claire is watching, there would be no reason to come and make her back off. “When Foggy called me, I was so… I wanted to come back right away, but… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

There’s a tear of two running from his eyes and into the pillow under his head, but he chuckles anyway.

“Why are you apologising?”

“Because I wasn’t here for you when you woke up, I-”

“Karen, Karen, no. Stop. You don’t have to, you thought I was dead, I would never ask you to… It’s ok. I’m just glad you’re here, now.”

He liked having her this close, her hip by his, a hand on his chest, the other one over him, supporting her own weight on the mattress. Matt held the hand she had over his heart, weaving his fingers with hers, caressing her skin with his thumb, squeezing, feeling her bones shift in his hold, the warmth of her skin making him feel better than he had since that building collapsed on top of him.

“I owe you an apology, not the other way around”, he said.

Moving to adjust her own weight by his side, her left hand found his face and she wiped the tear that had rolled towards his pillow.

“Listen to me”, she said, very softly, her voice shaky from her tears, but clear. “I’m sorry for not seeing… For not realizing that this… This thing you do, this huge thing you do, is important to you. I never meant to keep you from it, I thought… I thought it was something that was eating away who you really were, something that was keeping you from your life. I’m sorry, ok? I know what it’s like to have people telling me I’m not supposed to do something, but really it’s what I’m meant to be doing.”

He didn’t have anything to say to that. He fought for a long time, so hard, to create this man, this version of Matt Murdock that fit in what he thought was right, that people thought was right. Only to torture himself when he feels alive when his mask is on.

“The only thing I ask, is that you tell me the truth. Ok? You don’t have to lie to me, ever, I will never… I will never turn on you, Matt, no matter how bad you think it is. Ok?”

With a funny feeling inside him, like gearing up to lift the heaviest of weights when it is, actually, very light, he nodded, still holding her hand.

He’s fighting the meds Claire has him on. He would be in a lot more pain than he is if he didn’t take them, so he doesn’t complain. But it’s hard to stay awake, he can’t really fight it, he can feel his body going under again.

“Stay”, he asks, squeezing her hand. “Please, stay.”

“I will”, she promises. “I’ll be here, don’t worry, I’m not leaving you.”

When he falls asleep again, her hand is tight around his, and she’s readjusting again, lying by his side, and Matt tries to focus on her heartbeat.

It lulls him to sleep in less than a minute.

.:.

He was having an intense dream he can no longer remember the moment he opens his eyes.

“Matt”, she’s saying, and he doesn’t want to wake up. Maybe this is a dream, how warm she is, the smell of her skin and her hair around him, her face there so close to his. “I have to go, Matt.”

He lets out a small groan of protest.

“I’ll come back later, I promise.” There is a kiss on his face, another on his lips, then another. “I promise, ok?”

“Stay”, he asks as she untangles her hand from his.

“I’ll come back. I’ll be right back, I promise you.”

When he falls asleep, she is halfway out the door.

.:.

Foggy wakes him up to eat, and, really, as much as he loves his friend, Matt prefers when it’s Claire taking care of him. Foggy means well, but it’s just not the same.

“Since you’re bed ridden, I figured I’ll abuse my position as the healthy one and force you to help me on a few cases while you have your soup.”

“Foggy”, he says as his friend puts the tray with the bowl of soup in front of him.

“No, I’m dead serious. I need your help, man, I’m so behind on a shit load of things, and it’s a little bit your fault, so open your ears and turn your brain on.”

Matt sighs while Foggy sits on the floor and opens a file.

“Where’s Karen?” he asks, chasing the lingering perfume she left on his sheets.

“Work. Says she’ll be back later. I need you to focus now, man, I’m really swamped here.”

With a sigh and a silent prayer that she comes back soon, he picks up his spoon.

“Alright.”

“Great. Let’s start with the small ones. Mrs. Riemelt doesn’t think her ex-husband is being generous enough in his alimony. She wants the house in the Hamptons and another ten percent of his shares. Or a seat on the board. Here’s the offer we have from his lawyer.”

.:.

This one is his favorite. Waking up with the tip of her finger running around his face, slowly, a very light touch.

“Hi”, he greeted and heard her smile in her voice.

“How do you manage to be charming even when you’re waking up, all banged up?”

He was, really, just waking up, so he didn’t come up with an answer fast enough, just lied there and smiled.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired”, he said honestly.

“How can you be tired, you’ve been lying down for two weeks.

“Foggy made me work today. We spent the afternoon working on his cases.”

“Yeah, he told me.”

They lied there for a minute of two, and he was unashamed in enjoying her caresses on his face, but there it was, again, something in her voice.

“We have to talk, Matt”.

He didn’t want to talk. Whatever it was that she wanted to say, it sounded serious, it sounded not as good as this, not as comfortable as this, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“I asked you to tell me the truth from now on, so I think it’s fair that I do that, too.”

He was on his side, turned towards her, and even then, even when she was so serious, he liked that so much, having her there, in bed with him, he wanted that every day, forever, for the rest of his life, he wanted her here with him, near him, where he could reach her.

“I never told you why I came to New York.”

.:.

It was a lot. Certainly a whole lot more than he ever thought she had to say. Never had he thought that Karen, sweet, fun, loving Karen had lived through such horrible things.

At her own pace, she told him about her life, about the accident, about her brother, about running, about Wesley and Fisk and her nightmares. She told him, she cried, he held her.

“It doesn’t matter”, he said when she was done, his hands wet with her tears. “None of it matters. You’re here now, you’re safe, I got you, I promise you, this will never happen again, I won’t let it.”

With a deep breath, to calm herself down, to center herself, she let him kiss her, shallow and long, intense, and he gathered her in his arms, an overwhelming need to protect her, to shield her of everything, from the world, from any harm that could ever, one day, come her way.

She let him. But then, incredibly, against his chest, her hand light on his back:

“No, Matt.”

Stunned, he asked why, why, why not, what does she mean, they’re here, she’s here, he’s here, for her, she never has to go through that again, he’ll keep her safe, he-

“I know”, she interrupted. “I know, I’m not doubting you, I know you… I know, ok?”

“Then why, just let me be here for you, please, let me take care of you.”

She smiled inside his kiss, but he smelled the fresh tears welling under her lids.

“I need to figure myself out first”, she argued, soft, ever so soft, never trying to get away from him. “I need to fix this mess, I need to learn how… You know, how to take care of myself.”

“You’re always saying you can.”

They smiled together, his nose against her face, please, please…

“I know. And I can, but there’s so much I need to fix, there’s so much you… You need to do.”

There it was. That thing. Ever present, ever… Between him and her.

“No.”

Even while he said it, even while he shook his head to deny it, he knew it was true. That she was right.

“Karen, listen to me. I’m here, now. There’s nothing-”

“Yes, Matt, there is. There’s a lot, actually.”

“No, there isn’t.” And then. “I love you.”

The breath left her slowly.

“I know you think you do-”

“No, Karen, please-”

“I know, Matt, but… But there’s so much still going on, with those Japanese guys, with Elektra…”

Hearing her name in Karen’s voice was a little bit of a shock. He froze, realizing he hadn’t been told what had happened to Elektra after Midland Circle. He knew that she had made it out alive, but he didn’t even know how he had survived himself, he still didn’t know anything about it, really, details were a mystery to him.

“Why… What do you… Elektra, I-”

“I met her, when I first came to see you.”

Those words sparked some sort of panic inside him. But, to his own surprise, they also sparked longing. Suddenly he needed to know about Elektra, if she was ok, how they had managed to get out alive. Suddenly, right when Karen is right there next to him.

“She told me you guys are leaving”, she went on.

That took him out of his sudden state.

“What?”

“She said you’re just waiting until you can travel, and then you’re going to her place in France, I guess? I’m not sure.”

“No, that’s not- I never-”

“I think it would be good, Matt. You need some time, to breathe, to think, it’ll be good for-”

“I don’t want to be away from you.”

Just like that. Simple, effortless, it just came out, the truth - one of the many truths - lodged inside him, on the back of his throat and in the base of his heart. He wants to be near her, plain and simple.

“I think it’s a good idea”, she whispers, but her hand slipped away from where it touched him, and that wall, that wall that was invisible, but solid, the wall that he hated with all his might, made itself present between them again. “Maybe some space is good, for you, for me, too. Maybe…”

“Karen”, he tried, trying to keep himself in check, trying to not raise his voice, trying to convince her, as calmly as he can, that he doesn’t want this, he wants to stay right where he is. Right here. “If she told you this, she decided it on her own.”

“She told me it was something you guys talked about before, before she… Died. That you talked about going-”

“We- yeah, we did, but that was before. That was-”

“But”, she went on, interrupting him, voice as soft as cotton, but with the strength of a tractor. “Don’t you think it’s… All messy, here? That it would be good for you to take some time away?”

“From you?”

There was a silence that followed his question, and he could tell she was looking at him, with that face, thoughts running wild inside her head, with nothing he could do about it.

“You want me to go and be away from you? For you to be away from me?”

He wanted to hear a “no”. A “no, of course not”, he wanted a kiss and the decision that they were not gonna talk about that anymore, not gonna think about it anymore, they were gonna be together. Instead,

“I think it would be good”. Her hand, down his throat, twisting everything inside him painfully. “Don’t you? We’re not… We’re not going anywhere. Every time we try, every time we decide to start over, something stops it, something… I don’t know, gets in the way?”

“Yeah”, he agreed, trying to tear that damn wall down. “Yeah, her.”

“No, Matt, it’s not her. It’s not. But that doesn’t matter!” she hurried when he made to interrupt. “I think you should go with her. I really do. Even if it’s to be sure, or to change your mind, but you should deal with this, right? With the elephant in the room. In our room.”

She accepted his hug, his kiss, even hugged him back, but then she pulled back.

“You go with her. Ok? As soon as you’re better, you go with her, and do whatever you need to do.”

“Why are you crying?” he asked and she smiled as the tears rolled down.

“I’m allowed to cry, I think. I’m sending you away with another woman. And I’m pretty sure you’re not gonna come back. So yeah. I’m crying.”

“I’m not going away.”

She pressed a kiss on his lips and sat up.

“Yes, you are.” Arranging her hair, she wiped her face and got up. “Bye, Matt.”

He called her name, called her back, but she walked away, out of the door, out of his apartment, out of the building, into a cab, away from him and he lied there, thinking about everything she said, everything she was right about.

Maybe this was the answer. Maybe he should go wherever with Elektra. If he wanted to stay, to be with her, to live the life he thought he could only live by her side, this was the moment to find out. And if not, if he really wanted to be Matt Murdock, lawyer from Hell’s Kitchen, working to help the people of his neighborhood, that needed his help, with his best friend, wearing a suit and a tie, he would come back, back to all of this. Back to her.

The only question is, would she be here, waiting for him? Would the world stop around her, would she stop being herself, good, amazing, Karen, would everyone else become blind to this woman, the best woman, and just leave the path free for him? Would she not meet another man, one that recognized the chance he had right in front of him, one that would not jump at the chance to be with Karen Page?

Very, very unlikely.

He fell asleep eventually, and woke up to a hand, a finger twirling a short lock of his hair around itself.

“Hello, Matthew.”

#karedevil #kasredevil fic #karedevil ff #karedevil angst #drabble #karedevil drabble #Matt and Karen #Karen and Matt #Hell's Kitchen Chronicles

[carbonjen]

You're cute :3 in addition to being cute, I also enjoy your writing! If you're up for writing some JayDick angst/hurt/comfort, could I get some Dick whumpage, and Jason probably getting hurt too but by something ordinary (no capes), like a car accident etc. But also some fluff because they share a hospital room and I can just see that being sweet, funny and angsty all at the same time (probably Jason brooding let's honest). Good luck with your finals! *sends good thoughts your way* thank you!

Aww thank you! It’s really weirdly convenient that I got this prompt a month ago but I’m filling it right after I do a 2016 selfies post. Weird. 

So this was supposed to be a bit more angst, but it turned out more fluffy. If you really want angst though, check out the comments I put in the tags of this post and maybe that will tide you over?

Shot Through the Heart

Jason tipped his head back on the pillow under his neck and sighed as he waited for the doctor to come into the room to tell him he was okay. Jason already knew he was okay, but they had to bring the doctor in to look at the wound and the xrays before Jason could be released. 

His shoulder was a dull ache in the back of his mind, but the pain medicine was a good distraction from the wound the knife had left. Jason had stopped a robbery happening in an alley. What he didn’t expect was the guy to have a knife. He’d been stabbed in the shoulder, unfortunately for the guy that stabbed him, Jason had reacted on instinct, punching the guy so hard he was knocked out cold within seconds.

Jason’s doctor finally came in the room, it had been hours and Jason had been left to flip channels on the hospital TV. 

He looked Jason over, making notes on his clipboard before he stepped back. “Everything looks good, but we’re going to hold you here for the night just to be sure, then we’ll get you out of here with some pain meds.”

“I don’t need pain meds,” Jason replied. 

“I think you’ll change your mind when the next round wears off,” the doctor replied. “We’ll have you moved in just a few minutes.”

A few minutes turned out to be half an hour later. The nurse insisted on putting Jason in a wheel chair even though he insisted that his legs were fine and he could walk. 

He was put in an empty room and Jason thanked the gods and texted Roy to bring him some food, books, and a phone charger so he’d have something to do. The lights and constant noise around him made Jason think he wasn’t going to get much sleep. 

Jason was waiting for Roy to bring him his things because Roy was busy doing god knows what when Jason heard noise outside his room. 

“I’m fine, really,” a smooth voice insisted from outside the room. 

“And as we’ve told you Mr. Grayson, the doctors want to make sure there’s no internal bleeding after a fall like that.”

The source of the voice laughed and Jason watched as a man in a sparkling blue spandex costume was wheeled into the room. Jason’s mouth went dry because this had to be the hottest guy he’d ever seen in his life. He was pretty with his mid length black hair and sparkling blue eyes, but he was handsome as well with a strong jawline, slim muscled body, and high cheekbones. 

He looked over to Jason before turning back to the nurse, “I’ve had worse falls from higher heights,” Grayson insisted as the nurse helped him into the bed. “I’ll be sore for a few days but then I’ll be fine.”

“Doctor’s orders Mr. Grayson,” the nurse said as he left them alone. 

“If it helps,” Jason said, turning to look at the pouting Mr. Grayson, “I don’t want to be here either.”

“What happened to you?” the guy asked, turning his head to look at Jason.

“Got stabbed while trying to stop a mugging,” Jason said. “What about you?”

“I’m a performer and I travel with the circus, Haly’s Circus,” the guy clarified. “You may have heard of it. Anyways, I was doing my aerial routine when one of the animals escaped and knocked me down from my silks in the middle of a routine and I landed kind of hard on the ground.”

“You’re a circus performer?” Jason asked. “No way.”

Roy took that moment to arrive, a bag of takeout in one hand an overnight bag over one shoulder, and a sleeping Lian in a stroller in front of him. 

“Sorry I’m late, Jay, Lian and I were at the circus when an animal got out and a guy fell and I didn’t see your text until I had left and I had to run home and you know-” Roy stopped when he realized they weren’t alone in the room and then his eyes went wide. “You’re the guy that fell.”

“Guilty as charged,” Grayson said with a shrug. “Did you enjoy the show otherwise?”

“Uh yeah,” Roy said. “But are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Dick said. “Believe it or not I’ve had worse falls.” 

“Huh,” Roy said before turning back to Jason. “I would stay but I have to get Lian to bed but I brought you chili dogs and Chinese food and your favorite books and I’ll pick you up in the morning.”

“Don’t worry about it, Roy,” Jason said as Roy set the things down on Jason’s bed. “Buy Lian some ice cream for me, okay?”

“Will do,” Roy said. “I’m glad you’re okay, but next time you stop a robbery, please check to see if the guy is armed first.”

“I will,” Jason said with a roll of his eyes.

“And uh, I’m glad you’re okay too,” Roy said as he saluted the circus performer before leaving the room.

As Roy left, Jason opened the bag of food. Dick felt eyes on him and turned his head to see the circus guy staring at the bag. 

“You want some?” Jason asked. “Roy always gets way too much.”

The guy’s face lit up and it made something warm flutter in Jason’s stomach. “Yeah that would be awesome. Do you mind if I push our beds together? That might make it easier to eat.”

“Go ahead,” Jason said. The guy seemed nice, and he was hot, so Jason was fine with it. 

“I’m Dick by the way,” the guy said. “Dick Grayson.” He pushed the beds together and then climbed in next to Jason. 

“Jason Todd,” he greeted as he handed a container and a pair of chopsticks to Dick. “So I have to ask, what’s it like being in the circus?”

“It’s pretty awesome,” Dick said as he started eating the lo mein Jason had passed him while Jason bit into a chili dog. “I’ve grown up there so I don’t really know what it’s like to live in the real world, but I don’t mind that. Everyone there is my family and I get to make people happy when I perform.”

“That sounds pretty amazing,” Jason said. It sounded way better than his job. He worked at a garage part time and as a firefighter the rest of the time. He was happy with what he did, but it wasn’t the life he’d always dreamed of.

“We’ll still be in town tomorrow if you want to stop by,” Dick said. “I won’t be performing, but it’s still a great show.”

“Yeah,” Jason said. “That sounds pretty nice.”

Jason and Dick bonded over the food Roy had brought them, and then they chatted as they watched TV shows and crappy movies on the small TV screen across the room. At one point, Dick had scooted completely into Jason’s bed, their sides pressed together and Dick’s head on Jason’s shoulder as they commented on the movie they were watching. 

“This is my favorite scene,” Dick said as he looked to Jason to see if he was watching. 

Jason wasn’t watching the scene though, he was watching Dick, who’s eyes went a little wide when he realized the small distance between them. 

“I don’t know if I’m reading this wrong,” Jason said as he leaned in and looked at Dick’s lips. 

“You’re not,” Dick whispered as Jason leaned in and kissed him, his mouth warm as it moved against Dick’s. 

The hospital beds weren’t made to comfortable fit two people, and they definitely weren’t made for two people trying to find a good position to kiss. Neither of them cared though, as they explored each other’s mouths. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat at the door made them both pull apart, Dick nearly falling out of the bed and Jason catching him. 

“I uh, brought you some clothes, Dick,” a guy said from the doorway. He was dressed in jeans and a tshirt. “I’ll, uh, leave you guys to it, I guess.”

“Thanks, James,” Dick said as he slipped out of the bed and grabbed the bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” James said as he backed out of the room, closing the door behind him. 

Dick gave Jason an apologetic look and it melted Jason’s heart. “We’ll probably be seeing him again tomorrow,” Dick said. “He’s one of the dog trainers.”

“That’s cool,” Jason said, trying to hide his embarrassment from being caught making out with Dick like a horny teenager. 

“So uh, after I put on my pajamas do you want to go back to where we left off?” A slight blush rose on Dick’s cheeks, pretty and pink over his tanned skin. 

A blush of it’s own made it’s way onto Jason’s skin and it was probably way less pretty. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Dick pecked Jason on the cheek. “Good.”

#jaydick #prompt fills #my fic #my writing #I realized halfway through this that if I was writing it with circus performer dick #he and jason would have a way harder time with a relationship because Dick will have to leave with the circus #and Jason can't just leave gotham for a guy he's known for two days #but eventually their relationship gets far enough to the point where Jason is able to move in with Dick and travel with him and the circus #Dick teaches him some acrobatics but Jason probably only does some hand to hand stuff and maybe animal training #Anon #anonymous