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undergrounddweller89 · 1 year

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SO ANOTHER CHAI X KALE RAMBLE TURNED HALF DRABBLE I GUESS

Consensual half choking

Kale is bottom and he loves when Chai visits the office

You can kinda tell my mind went all over the place I guess but here just dunno enjoy?

❤️

insert evil laughing gif xD man can you just imagine Chai sauntering into Kale's office though.

Kale swallows thickly and watches him, his body is drawn to him, it's like an addiction, he wants to go to him, feel his warmth , his hands, but he stays seated, good and obedient.

He has nothing he can bribe Chai with to be there, Chai could and can leave any time he wants and that's what scares him and makes him feel completely wonderfully weak, in a way no one else ever has before.

He has to submit to this being, if it were anyone but Chai he’d obliterate them, but he’d seen what he could do, for all the times he called him a defect...he was...had been jealous. Kale had made so many complicated plans and still...he’d lost because Chai had always been to the point, made the best of what he had and made to admit Chai’s talent was natural... wonderful and unique...one of a kind.

Chai had told him he’d noticed the musical puns he’d been using specifically on him, a fleeting moment when he’d visited him in the prison Korsica was keeping Chai in at the time , Kale had blushed and tried to deny it at first until the idiot had told him he thought it was cute...they’s shared a kiss and he’d felt like someone with their first crush the way he’d turned from confident to bashful in matter a of moments under Chai’s watchful stare, the calls they’d already shared...

(NGL kinda wanna ramble write a prison cell ramble about these two)

He hadn’t aimed the robots lasers at Chai, he’d aimed them at Korsica.

Had he fired her for failing to keep Chai in place where he could reach him whenever he wanted, or had he been jealous she was so close to what was his? He figured Chai would survive, he seemed to have a knack for surviving the impossible...of course he called that night just to make sure.

Watching Chai move in closer he still couldn't believe that in that last moment as he'd been flying through the air, sure of what would be his end , despite all the flirting and the secret kisses , the hidden dark corners where desire had taken over them and they'd become one , hurried moments of passion he'd always seen one of them dying as if it was in inevitable truth...

But that day he'd felt something grab onto him and pull him back before Chai’s feet in a crumpled heap and before he’d passed out he’d heard Chai shouting at Peppermint.

‘You were just going to let him die...he’s your brother... he’s not perfect...you really think you’re better than him? You weren’t even gonna give him a chance to be better! I changed why can’t he?’

Finally...he thought as he passed out, someone cared about him.

It was still a marvel after everything that Chai had shown him mercy...he’d never told Chai that a part of him had been alright with the idea of dying so long as it’d been by Chai’s hand...his Rockstar truly had no idea how much he was committed to him even more so after that moment when the world had turned black and he’d awoken to find him sleeping by his bed side and holding his hand.

Kale couldn’t help but smile, god Chai always seem to sleep in the most uncomfortable positions.

Now here he was again waiting patiently for him, watching his every movement, that beat in his step...he remembered also the first time Chai had shown him a trick that nearly blew his mind...and knew he’d found the perfect drug.

Something called a beat thrust that he’d never fully understand but when Chai hit it perfectly his back would arch and legs would tighten around his lovers waist he’d torn through all the layers of clothing the first time Chai had pulled it off and cum embarrassingly early, while leaving scratches that thankfully hadn’t been deep along Chai’s back.

Now Chai was kneeling on his chair, one knee between his thighs and metal fingers playfully around his neck

Placing small lingering kisses along his cheek bone along his jaw and whispering against his ear

“You miss me baby?”

Kale had power, money, influences connections, good ones he’d made sure to change to be better after Chai had given him the chance to...and what made him so intoxicating was that Chai wasn’t interested in any of his power, the sole reason he was there was because of him, not for the name or all the treasures that could come with it, it was him and in that truth Kale knew he was Chai’s...and if anyone tried to take him away

...well he might just simply have to kill them... he could have his little group of friends...but there had been a few disappearances...sometimes he wondered if Chai knew...or was that level of idiot cute... nodding as Chai placed his thumb against his bottom lip he answered

“My world is nothing when you’re not in it Chai...you know that, can I kiss you?”

Chai smirked at the breathless voice of his partner and turned Kale’s head to look at him as he playfully booped his nose

“Magic word old man.”

“Please?”

Chai paused a moment and it was those moments Kale loved , those moments Chai made sure he was okay when he was in charge

“Not being too rough am I?”

“No...if you were I’d say that stupid word you made me promise to say.”

“Kale safe words are important.”

“Yes but I’m not saying it so a little rougher if you p-“

Chai’s confidence was back as he forced Kale harder against the chair so that his head tilted back.

“Bruises like last time gorgeous? People will be wondering why you’re wearing scarves in summer Vandelay.”

“None of their business...I want your marks...for the days you can’t be here...”

Kale ground out between clenched teeth, only to then bite his bottom lip , looking up at the younger man with pleading eyes, his hips shifting, eager to get some friction from the knee that was sat between his thighs.

Chai couldn’t help but smirk, looking him up and down slowly, thinking how good Kale looked when he allowed himself to be at his mercy. Leaning forward lips lingering just a breath away.

“Both hands later or just the one today?”

Kale whined trying to close the gap and kiss him only to feel Chai’s grip tighten and keep him in place.

“Just...one today.”

“Good boy, you know I like it when you communicate with me.”

Chai praised him and closed the gap, kissing him slow and steady, eyes closed , he’d missed his taste, the way Kale could grow so desperately hungry for him, feeling Kale’s teeth biting softly at his bottom lip, oh Vandelay was eager today. Pressing his fingers in just enough to mark him, just how he liked, how he wanted, easing enough to let him breathe when he needed to.

Sinking further into the kiss he moaned deeply as he felt those claws finding their way under his clothes and onto his hips, Chai was completely aware of the danger they held and the control Kale had over such power...it was a sin and yet divine all at once, he couldn’t believe how barely a year ago how unhappy they’d been only to find happiness in each other.

Kale thought about how close to death and almost taking over the world he’d been to now , it was almost unreal and dreamlike , if this was a dream he hoped never to wake and he fell repeatedly into Chai’s wants and desires without a fight, he was wanted for him and with that he would submit himself always and willingly to him.

Chai ended up ravishing Kale on his desk, all through a phone meeting, no video calls of course but Kale had to keep his composure, which had failed him in the end, Chai he made him come undone a whimpering mess over the surface of his desk, moaning his lovers name, knees together and the warmth of Chai’s human hand wrapped around his cock as his metal one pulled at his hair, he loved every second and the person on the phone had to pretend like nothing was happening because the meeting was too important to hang up on, breathless with seed dripping from his cock, splashes under the desk , he could feel Chai still in him, long after he’d pulled out, Chai fucked him with what felt like within an inch of his life and he LOVED it.

Here came his favourite part, the soft kisses and tender touches, the comfort that came after the roughness he asked for , the fond cooing and making a fuss of him, clean up and how they would snuggle in his giant office chair for hours until one of them fell asleep, they always made one promise in this that the other would never wake up alone, that a kiss goodbye would be given in a promise of always returning.

The world might know they were together but it was still fun to pretend they were sneaking around just like the first time Chai had ever talked dirty to him...and he'd realised the only way you could spell

Perfect was by spelling it D-e-f-e-c-t , for what was a world without flaws, with out it’s peculiarities? Boring ...that’s what it was and Chai was anything but.❤️

#chai x kale #kale x chai #some spice #hi fi rush

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ballorawan740 · 3 years

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SCP Scenarios: When they accidentally kill you

Requested by: okokok121 + @RitaRoseFromBBB

(Ok, I know you did ask for the doctors + Mikell and Strelnikov, but I've decided to add the SCPs in here if that's alright with you. And also, sorry if I didn't capture Strelnikov's attitude well as I'm not as familiar with him compared to Mikell, yet again I'm not familiar with Jack Bright's family other than TJ and 321)

Sorry if it wasn't up to your standards. I just felt that some of these characters weren't the type to kill the reader, even if it wasn't intentional.

WARNING: Slight Angst

Dr Simon Glass

Simon wouldn't be the one to accidentally kill you himself, but it's more of the situation he put you in without realising the full extent of the consequences. He was just busy writing his patients' reports, and you just strolled in his office to check upon him. Simon stopped what he was doing and smiled with you as you both ate your food in his ever so clean office. As you were about to leave, Glass requested you to deliver something to Jack Bright in which you did. You and Jack were close friends (not so surprising since you're both equally as mad as each other) so if Simon wanted to know where he is or if he needed to give him something, he would go to you first. You managed to deliver the parcel to Bright in 682's containment cell and you both laughed before you returned. Unfortunately, 682 was having a rough day due to being a subject to Bright's test (I would be too tbh) which caused him to become more aggressive than usual and attacked 3 researchers. One of them being you as 682 dragged you down to the acid bath with him and Jack rushed to save you. Bright wasn't able to and he had to fulfil;l his duty to tell Simon Glass that you passed as 682 had killed you during a test. Needless to say, Glass was forced to take time off with Bright due to this event and he became more distant for months to come. Bright had to keep it together just so Simon wouldn't have to lose the shred of sanity he had in him.

Dr Jack Bright

You and Bright were doing some tests on one of the more dangerous SCPs (no, it's not that giant mf lizard of that warrior killing machine) in which your job was to handle these creatures while Jack was doing all the lab stuff. The SCP you both were conducting your research on was ●●|●●●●●|●●|● (SCP 2521 - We're getting ripped tonight, RIP my friends) and you were doing all sorts of things which resulted in you summoning this creature out of the blue by accident. Bright had to drag you out away from the creature and you just stood there observing its behaviour until it noticed you. Jack Bright had to take you on the run yet again (cuz you do be stoopid and stubborn so all yall wanna do is stare at something that's gonna kill ya. JUST RUN BIATCH!!!) but the SCP managed to catch up with you both and snatched you before Bright could even get help. Jack was astonished and deeply depressed since the incident and was left increasingly agitated after every walking day and even Glass couldn't get him out of his shell. He would pretend that everything's fine, but deep down, everyone knows that he's not (that's a whole ass mood right there buddy). Bright was extremely guilty for making you research 2521 and tried to summon it again, but all other scientists stopped it.

Dr Alto Clef

Clef was just doing his job, managing all the Keter class SCPs with ease and without hesitation. You know this from first-hand experience on your very first day on the job 3 years ago and Clef took an interest in you so he took you under his wing. So on this mission, he's on, he wanted to take you with him so you went along (not like you'd say no to this madman anyways right?). It was a breach on one of the sites with a sh- ton of Keter class SCPs and your jobs were to exterminate/neutralise them and save all the other researchers in which your team did do well and were still alive. You on the other hand were killed in action by SCP 939 (NOW WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS RELEASED MY PETS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION?!). Clef wasn't able to save you on time, but he managed to kill 2 of those SCPs. When he got back, he hid in his office and was depressed for 23.3 weeks and when he managed to drag himself out, he was bawling his eyes out. He deeply regretted taking you on a mission with him and swore an oath that if he were to ever take another person under his wing (probs in like 50 years), he would do anything in his power to not take them on a life-threatening mission.

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

You were out with Kondraki, just laying on the grass like you normally do as you just watched Kondraki take photographs of various and random stuff. Not long later, you asked him if he could teach you how to become such an avid photographer like him, so he did. However, little did you and Kondraki know that his butterfly friends felt danger lurking around the area you were in and quickly transformed into a threatening SCP to defend you both. Lurking around the woods were uncontained 939s running loose on the ground in which the booterflies attacked it. One of the red lizards was ready to pounce onto Kondraki to which you ran and pushed him out of the way (BAD DOGGO ))),:<). Luckily he was unharmed, but you, on the other hand, was heavily injured so Kondraki rushed you back to the foundation's medic. You died there shortly after and Kondraki blamed himself for getting you hurt on a harmless visit to the woods for some photographs. Bright and Clef begged Glass to do some psychological evaluation on Kondraki despite him telling them that he needs some time alone before he could do such things.

O5 Council Mikell Bright

When you're with Mikell, he would be his true self, being honest and relaxed since you're his most trusted partner. Moreover, he would tell you everything about what the O5 Council has been doing and their top secrets and you would always keep your lips sealed. The other members are wary of this at first but soon warm up to you since you're one of the most trusted individuals. Being with the cowboy is quite entertaining and you'll be quite protected being with him, so most of the time, you get free reign over the foundation, however, you still had to obey the rules as you weren't exactly a member of the O5 council and that would also help you from making people think you're sus for being treated so differently. That day was one of the days where your freedom got the better of you as you were on a mission with Mikell and he was about to aim at the target until you pushed him out of the way from danger. He quickly gained his composure and tried to shoot the anomaly behind you which he missed and shot you instead. Mikell was in shock and tried to get the medics, but by the time they arrived, you've already passed. Jack had to check up on his brother regularly to see how he's doing and to make sure he doesn't fall off the edge, reminding him that you wouldn't want to see him this way.

Agent Dmitri Arkadeyevich Strelnikov

As an agent, Strelnikov's life and his closest friends and relatives would be on the line. He wouldn't know when, where or how he would die and is in constant fear of losing everyone around him, especially you. One time, he took you on a mission with him since you were trained under him and he felt that you were ready to go onto your first-ever mission (well too bad, it's your last mission since y'all just suck at your jobs and this poor man has to drag you up from hell and y'all just fall back in) and so you guys went and attempted to gain information and track down some SCPs. Dmitri had to save you a few times since you didn't heed his advice and looked behind your back and that one time he left you on your own, you were murdered by a ruthless group from one of the GOIs. This, of course, deeply saddened agent Strelnikov as he was washed away by the guilt he had from leaving you to stand by your own 2 feet. You were a bright and gentle person who always looked up to him, always eager to learn and never want to fail him. These traits are what drew you to him and he was hoping to have you on his team permanently, however, that dream was long gone (just like your non-existent brain cells trying to keep your life together so y'all don't do stupid things) as you were snatched away from him in an instant. He wrote the report once he went back to the foundation and locked himself up for so long the doctors had to get him out (like your guardians whenever you don't wake up in the mornings).

Extras:

SCP 073 (Cain)

You and Cain were strolling around site 17 until a containment breach happened. Cain had to drag you by your arm since you froze (like a deer in headlights XD) and didn't react to anything since you were afraid. Luckily you did manage to get your senses back together and ran with him. Not long later, a Keter class SCP came charging at you and in a panic, Cain pushed you aside without a glance which caused another SCP to kill you since you were blocking the way. He looked over to you to see that you were wounded, lifted you up, and found a medic. Cain blamed himself for not looking carefully and had he done that, you wouldn't be dying. By the time the medic and you both arrived, you were already at the brink of death and when 343 finally arrived, you were long gone. 343 had to calm 073 down from trying to seek revenge once again but he can't due to the overwhelming guilt he had on him. 343 managed to ease his mind a bit which caused him to blackout. The researchers had to put him under their watchlist to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid (like you when you're studying for your important exams).

SCP 076 (Abel)

It was a normal day for you and Abel to hang around until this one mf guard angered Abel to which caused a containment breach. He went on a rampage (you do be here like Hercules! Hercules! XD) in which you had to try and calm him down. By the time you went to the main part of the facility, you saw many of the D-classes and researchers beheaded (like the previous queens in- never mind). When you had found Abel attempting to slaughter a guy, you jumped in front of the victim and by the time Abel realised that you were there, his sword cut you open in half (KO! 10 points to Gryffindor). He was overwhelmed with guilt and anxiety about him killing you by accident and returned to his box as demanded by the MTF members. The scientists noticed a change in Abel's behaviour and never questioned it. Those who knew what had happened never mentioned it in fear of another breach and left him be.

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

It was an ideal Saturday night at the foundation. You and our adorable 999 was wandering around the facility minding your own business until some madman came charging into the foundation. The alarm for the breach went on and everyone was confused since there weren't any dangerous SCPs on the loose. As it turns out, it was an intruder from one of the other GOIs trying to kidnap some of the SCPs. You and 999 just so happened to be in the exact same spot as the intruder and was holding a weapon of some sort. Realising what's happening, 999 pushed you out of the way just as the intruder fired her weapon which missed you both. One of the agents caught up with both of you and tried to shoot the intruder but ended up shooting you just as you got up which killed you. 999 never greeted any visitors in his cell ever again for quite some time and the researchers attempted to bribe him but failed.

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

You were requested to take part in a test with 682 and another Keter class SCP in a test room and your job was to make sure 682 weren't allowed to lash out at the researchers because of this test. However, this certain Keter class SCP has decided that it wants to attack you in which 682 shoved you aside to protect you. The researchers ran in to save you but the other SCP managed to pounce on you and suffocated you to the brink of death. 682 was about to take a chonki bite out of that SCP but instead, he bit you instead, killing you instantly. He regretted every decision he has ever made and never attacked the foundation staff for months.

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

This doctor was just minding his own business until some dumbass researchers rushed into his room like some fanboys trying to get their noona's signatures. 049 was entertained by this remark but was soon agitated as they disturbed his work and wouldn't leave him alone. So, 049 used his lethal touch on some of the researchers as the rest ran. Luckily, they ran into you, so you managed to calm down the angri bird doctor. Unfortunately, that didn't go as planned as he had mistaken you as one of the other fanboys and stabbed you right into your heart. As soon as he had realised what he's done, he rushed you into his cell and performed surgery on you. Mid-surgery, he soon realised that you were losing too much blood and died right then and there. He mourned for quite some time as the other researchers were severely punished as it had led to your death which could've been avoided.

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

Like the other SCPs mentioned in the list, there was a test that resulted in your death. 035 was instructed to change to another human as the black goo was secreted from the mask and so he obeyed as you were slouching by the corner of the test room. Except for this time, it is being worn by a taller and more muscular man who was a wanted man due to his former job as a mercenary. As the researchers watched intently, the mask soon felt slightly overpowered but was resolved quickly due to his evergrowing abilities and experience in possessing those who come near it or is wearing the mask. The mask spoke of the discomfort of being overpowered to which the researchers took note of this statement and watched. You were somewhat concerned to you went closer to your beloved partner to check up on him. However, upon coming closer to 035, he switched his usual persona to the man wearing it, becoming more aggressive and unable to control this body, killing the first person he sees, which was you. This stunned the researchers as the guards tried to pry him off you. When they managed to get him off, you were no longer breathing. In the next interview with 035, he displayed extreme guilt and sadness of his inability to possess the man well enough to control him fully and made a request for him to be left alone for a while.

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

You both met up during the breach a few steps away from 096's cell. He was wandering around to find you while covering his elongated face. All the other researchers were outside trying their best to stay calm and deal with this massive breach until they just saw 096 walking about looking for someone. It instantly clicked in their mind and offered to look for you as long as he goes back to his cell afterwards to which he agreed. Upon finding you, another SCP was attempting to attack you but was soon neutralised by the other MTFs. 096 managed to push you away beforehand but his throw was so strong that you died on the impact when you fell to the ground (you really did get yeeted lmao). As 096 and the others ran towards you to make sure you were ok, you had stopped breathing and 096 screamed in sadness which flooded the whole field. As he was contained back to his cell, they noticed a small detail about 096 which was him wailing every now and again about your death.

SCP 105 (Iris)

You and Iris were just strolling down site 17 to meet with Cain and Dr James Dantensen. Once you've arrived at the agreed location within site 17, you guys were just catching up with old times and sharing your memories and stories about your everyday lives. However, this jolly moment only lasted for so long as someone had breached the containment to target you as you were close to a lot of the SCPs, especially the humanoid ones. As you, along with the others, ran to safety, the enemy caught up with you and threatened you for your knowledge of the SCPs. Iris finally caught up with you just in time to see the commotion and shoved you out of the way. Cain managed to shield you from another guy who attempted to shoot you in which Iris retaliates by throwing a knife back, but instead, injured you instead. She ran over and screamed as you slowly blacked out. Cain had to carry you over as Dantensen was calling the medics and you barely managed to survive. During your days in the hospital, the suspect managed to suffocate you which alarmed everyone. During the days that followed, Iris had been seeking out revenge as Cain tried to make her stay calm and think more rationally.

SCP 106 (Old Man)

It was another day spending some time in 106's pocket dimension as you relaxed with him. You both talked about your past experiences and the obstacles you both had overcome. Once you both were done relaxing (aka never you lazy catto so get up and do something useful for once cuz I don't wanna see yall get screamed at by your family and non-existent friends (jk jk i hope they're treating you well)), 106 took you back to his containment cell and just sat there as the researchers looked at you both blankly. 096 caused a containment breach which, of course, freed you both from 106's cell and you made a run for it (RUN FOREST RUN!). As you and 096 came into contact, 106 tried to put himself between the both of you, knowing what 096 was capable of. Unfortunately, this resulted in 106 being attacked and you died from looking at his face (wear a damn mask 096, you're in the middle of a pandemic). Saddened by the news, 106 seek revenge but was briefly neutralised and shipped to another facility so it wouldn't cause another breach due to his rage.

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tsukiihime · 3 years

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Heartbreak Part 3 (Bakugou x Fem!Reader) (Shinsou x Fem!Reader)

Third part up! Now excuse me, I’m going to play Genshin Impact all weekend! Enjoy!

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Angst, arguments, swearing, drinking

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You shriek in terror as a loud blaring sound emanates from the table in front of you - your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as the sudden noise coupled with the darkness and the horror movie playing in the background fries your nerves with fear. You hear Shinsou laugh in the background, in the kitchen grabbing more snacks as you wait in the dark for him to return.

“Shut up, Hitoshi!” He smirks to himself - you used his full first name which means you’re angry at his teasing. He chuckles as he makes more popcorn and hears you shuffle out of your blanket cocoon to find the source of the noise.

You find Shinsou’s black phone vibrating and ringing on the table in front of you under some magazines. On the screen flashes ‘Izuku Midoriya’ as a picture of the freckled boy and your best friend at their U.A graduation appears on the screen.

“‘Toshi! Midoriya’s calling! Want me to answer?”

“Yeah, let him know I’m busy.”

“‘Kay.” You move to swipe right and answer the phone, but the call ends before you have the chance. On the lockscreen of Shinsou’s phone, the lock screen picture of you two at the Hero Rankings ceremony from two years ago is partially covered by a new banner: One missed call from Midoriya.

“Oops, I missed it.” You set Hitoshi’s phone back down on his cedar coffee table, returning to wrap yourself back in your blanket as you spot fuzzy purple hair returning from the kitchen, popcorn bowl in hand as well as two cups full of water. “Sorry ‘Toshi, I didn’t answer in time.”

“S’alright, I’ll call him back after.” The two both of you turn your head to the phone as it vibrates on the table to let Shinsou know he’s got a text message, from the very person whose call he missed. “Hold on, lemme answer this…” He opens the message from him, cringing slightly as the bright screen blinds him in the total darkness. You help yourself to some popcorn as you wait for Shinsou to give you the signal to start the movie.

From: Midoriya, sent at 10:39pm

Hey Shinsou! We’re having a small Class 1-A reunion at Shoto’s place this Friday - want to come? Everyone would love to see you! Let me know!

Shinsou leans back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. You cock your head in confusion. “What’s wrong ‘Toshi?”

“Class reunion at Shoto’s. Don’t wanna go.” He covers his face with his hands, groaning as he thinks of an excuse not to attend.

“Why not? You haven’t seen Midoriya or the others in a long time.” Shinsou isn’t antisocial but he’s rather introverted; he prefers the company of cats and a few trusted friends over a loud party. Add in work and he basically only sees you on a regular basis. “I think you should go, it would do you some good.” Your purple haired friend looks at you sideways.

“Kaminari is gonna drink.” You snort, snickering at his aversion to the combination of the Stun Gun Hero and alcohol. Denki is one of the few people Shinsou gets along with despite his ditzyness, and Kaminari often tries to include Shinsou in mixers and parties much to his dismay. Last time Shinsou went drinking with Kaminari, they ended up in a pool with some of their classmates and in his drunken stupor, Kaminari almost activated his quirk and fried everybody in the pool. Ever since then, Kaminari needs a designated partner to watch him when he drinks, which usually falls to Shinsou, Sero, or Kirishima. “And if he drinks, I can’t, which means I can’t enjoy myself.”

“Isn’t it Sero’s turn to watch him, since you did it last time?

“Huh, you might be right. If I don’t have to watch that idiot, then I’ll probably go. Wanna come?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I wasn’t invited ‘Toshi. Besides...I didn’t attend U.A so it would be strange to have an outsider come around, right?” You give him a small smile to show you’re fine without going, but Shinsou knows better. You don’t want to go because you could run into Bakugou. He sighs, and turns to look at you. “Oh! Tell Denki and Sero I say ‘hello’. I miss playing video games with them when I used to go to parties.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll go and visit everyone. I’ll tell them you said hello. Now, can we get back to the movie? Your favorite part is coming up.” He snickers as you immediately dive under your blanket to avoid seeing the scene that makes you have nightmares every time it comes on. As you cower under the covers, Shinsou howls with laughter as you scream.

You don’t even hear your phone ringing in the bedroom, faint and drowned out by you and Shinsou’s voices. A message flashes across the screen:

One missed call from Katsuki.

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Bakugou listens to your voicemail message play in his ear, despondent as you fail to pick up. He relishes in the opportunity to hear your voice again though, and closes his eyes as your message begins to play.

“Hey! Sorry I’m not available to take your call at the moment. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible!”

He can see you in his mind’s eye, lounging on the couch and flipping through channels as you try to find one of those true crime documentaries you love so much as you settle in for the night. Or maybe you’re busy with homework for school again, or staying late at work since you always wanted to work more hours to be more independent. He can see you crashing in bed after a long night - fuzzy cat hairband on your head holding back your hair, face freshly washed, wrapped in the yellow blanket you loved so much. His shoulders feel heavy as he solemnly trudges back to his group of friends, taking one last look at his lock screen before he returns inside: a picture of you and him at the arcade, with you beaming with happiness as you hold up a large stuffed bunny he won for you with all the tickets he earned that night. He wonders if you still have it.

His reminiscing is interrupted by an incoming call from Deku - a picture of Izuku and Katsuki appears on screen, taken at a school function in their third year of high school. He lets out a small ‘tch’ but answers the phone anyways. “What do you want you damn Deku?”

“Hey Kacchan,” Deku answers unfazed, “just wanted to let you know that Shoto’s having a reunion at his place this Friday - wanna come?” Katsuki sees Todoroki on and off for his Hero work, and he gets along with both Shoto and Izuku way better than he did in high school, even if the rivalry is still present - in his case anyways.

“Hell no.” Bakugou hangs up the phone, shoves it in his pocket, and angrily pulls open the door to return to the apartment of his friends. On the other side of the phone, Izuku smiles as knows Bakugou’s group of friends will drag him to the function whether he likes it or not.

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When Friday rolls around, you busy yourself with laundry as Shinsou gets ready to attend the reunion at Todoroki’s downtown skyscraper apartment. You try not to think of your ex-boyfriend and the possibility that your best friend may run into him as you throw your clothes into the washing machine. You also try not to think of the fact that you received a call from Bakugou, a call you missed and didn’t have a voicemail attached to it. You contemplated calling him back to see what he wanted, but your pride and fear of rejection holds you back. So instead, you choose to act like it never happened - but your heart races every time a text or call notification thinking it’ll be from Katsuki.

Your phone rests next to the washer on the shelf containing the laundry detergent and scent balls - it sits unlocked as you finish your first load of clothes. You pick it up, scrolling through the endless text as you try and find a new home. You’ve decided that you’ve overstayed your welcome at Shinsou’s apartment, and you’re now looking for one of your own. You’ve been working an insane amount of overtime, and now that you’ve raised your credit score, you feel ready to search for an apartment to call your own. Hitoshi of course has been protesting since he doesn’t feel that you’re a burden but you insist on getting out of his hair. It isn’t around and on the highest volume possible so you can answer the phone if Katsuki calls again, no siree.

As you stare at your phone screen and walk back to the living room, you bump into Shinsou as he makes his way to grab his keys, knocking your phone to the floor. “Oh! Sorry ‘Toshi, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“S’okay. I’m ‘bout to go, you need anything?” He bends over to pick up your cell and places it back in your hands. He’s wearing a dark green bomber jacket with a simple white v-neck underneath, complimented with black jeans and he holds a pair of Vans in his hands as he makes his way to the door.

“I’m good, make sure you have fun, drive safe, and if you drink call me so I can get you, ‘kay?” You give him a quick hug, quickly noticing that he’s sprayed on some cologne. He smells amazing, but you wonder why a pang of jealousy courses through you when as you wonder why he put on cologne for a party full of friends.

“Will do. See you later.” You see him off, locking the door behind him after he leaves. You return to the living room, alone and without plans. So, you decide to order some takeout, watch some Netflix, and stay up with your phone nearby in case Shinsou calls you for a ride.

It’s not so you can answer a call from Bakugou if he decides to call again. No way.

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Shoto’s apartment is the probably the swankiest place owned by any of the Class 1-A graduates - in the heart of downtown, with ceiling to floor windows overlooking the cityscape and a private rooftop. Shinsou feels out of place as he makes his way up in the elevator, meeting Ojiro and Hagakure on the way. He says his greetings, makes small talk, and finally arrives at his destination - Todoroki’s apartment. He says hello to everyone, and moves to grab a beer. Lilac eyes meet vermilion ones as he comes face to face with Bakugou for the first time since everything happened with you. The Bakusquad notice Bakugou’s icy expression and turn to see who has gained his ire; they’re surprised to see Shinsou standing at the end of their friend’s glare.

“Dude, what’s your problem with Shinsou?” Kaminari asks innocently. Mina and Sero shoot him a look, causing him to cock his head in confusion. He mouths a silent ‘what’ to Sero, Kirishima, and Mina, who mouths back your name. He instantly shuts up and changes the subject. Bakugou can’t hear what his blonde friend is saying though, because he’s too busy staring holes through Shinsou’s back. He’s never had a problem with Shinsou before he met you, but every time he looks at the purple haired man he can’t help but feel intense jealousy and anger that bubbles up from within. He imagines you wearing Shinsou’s clothes, and sleeping at Shinsou’s place and he can’t control the rage that comes with it. He abruptly stands, grabbing two beers and walks off.

“Hey, where are you going?” Kirishima asks.

“To get some fresh air dammit!” Bakugou opens the door to the rooftop and forcefully slams it shut. The Bakusquad share a look with one another.

“He must still be hung up on her.” Denki states nonchalantly, and Mina elbows him in the stomach.

“Of course he is, you idiot! He loved her more than anything. You saw how miserable he was when she left.” This statement catches Shinsou’s attention, and after excusing himself from his conversation with Izuku and Uraraka, follows the Explosion Hero to the rooftop.

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Although he tries to quietly sneak behind Bakugou as he makes his way to the rooftop, he fails miserably. “Why the hell are you following me Eye Bags?”

“Huh, didn’t think you’d hear me. I was wondering why you were out here to drink by yourself. I take it you didn’t want to see me?” Bakugou turns around, veins popping out on his forehead as he gazes upon Shinsou in distaste.

“Of course I didn’t want to see you, you damn extra. You got rocks for brains or somethin’?” Shinsou keeps an even expression as he faces down Bakugou as the sounds of the city play below them. “Well, why are you following me?” He repeats, crossing his arms.

“I just wanted to get some fresh air.” He lies, moving to the railing next to Bakugou, who looks at him with caution. The two men stand in silence, occasionally sipping from their beers as they watch the city they protect from on high. After what seems like an eternity, one of them breaks the tension and silence.

“How is she?” Shinsou looks sideways to see Bakugou staring at his beer can, emotions unreadable as he takes another swig.

“Fine. A lot better than before. She’s thinkin’ of moving into her own place by next month. Told her she could stay with me until she’s ready but she’s insisting on moving out.” Bakugou’s eyebrow twitches in envy, and it takes almost all of his energy to hold back his tongue.

“Good for her. She’s always been independent like that.” He slightly smiles as he recalls how self-sufficient you are, working hard to get what you want in your work, school, and love. He quickly wipes it off his face though so Shinsou can’t see.

“Yeah, too bad people take her for granted sometimes.” He knows it’s a low blow but he can’t help himself - Bakugou deserves it for treating you the way he did. “Can’t believe you’d fuck up something so good with someone like her.” Bakugou narrows his eyes in displeasure, his rationality hanging on by a thin thread as he convinces himself to not punch Shinsou in his face because you’d be upset if Hitoshi came home with a black eye and bloody nose. Katsuki decides to let that comment slide - he’s not as hot headed as he once was - and continues the conversation.

“I tried callin’ her last week. She didn’t answer.” He doesn’t know why he says it out loud, but he can’t stop the words from leaving his lips.

“Oh? She didn’t tell me.” Katsuki’s blood boils, and his jealousy reaches its breaking point after he hears that. Shinsou is taken aback by his words though - why didn’t you tell him? You tell him everything - even if it seems minute. He’s a bit hurt that you would hide that from him, but he stops it from showing on his face.

“And why would she? You’re not her boyfriend. You’re just a friend.” Shinsou bristles visibly at that statement - he can’t hide his discontent from showing on his face as Bakugou points out what he already knows. He is just a friend in your eyes, someone who you can count on no matter what. But the lingering touches, the ghost of your lips on his forehead, the cuddling he can’t help but desire - he wants more. He wants you in a way he can’t have, and he feels horrible for desiring you in this way when your heart has been broken. His face grimaces as the guilt creeps up his throat - he wants and yet he can’t tell you. He craves you in a way he’s never had for anyone else and at the worst possible time, his once innocent friendship with his childhood friend has devolved into longing and pining for you when you are emotionally unavailable. Bakugou watches closely as Shinsou’s face changes from his words, and his eyes widen as he puts two and two together.

“You bastard, you’re in love with her.” Bakugou says it low, growling it out through clenched teeth. Shinsou is taken aback for a second - he loves you of course, but is he in love with you? He thinks back on his life and sees you always next to him: smiling, encouraging him, holding him when he’s had a bad day, studying with him when there was a big exam coming up, calling to congratulate him when he entered U.A, and catching a train to see him graduate the Hero course. There’s no doubt in his mind - you’ve been a staunch supporter of his dreams and ambitions and he can’t see a life where you’re ever away from him. Like a puzzle, everything clicks into place. He knows it from the bottom of his heart, the deepest recesses of his soul.

He loves you. Deeply, truly, with every fiber of his being. He’s in love with you, his best friend.

“And if I am?” Vermilion eyes narrow, teeth grinding as he clenches his fists. Bakugou looks Shinsou straight in his eyes, fury radiating from every single pore of his body.

“You droopy eyed bastard. How long have you been waiting to swoop in and take her away from me? Just waiting for me to mess up, haah?” His words are dripping with venom, little sparks shooting out of his open palms. Shinsou isn’t sure if Bakugou will attack him or not, but he can sense that the blonde is so pissed he could blow up the entire rooftop. He backs away from the railing, never turning his back to Explosion Hero. “How many times have you comforted her just hoping she’d give you the time of day? You think you’ll be able to make her happy Eye Bags? You may be her best friend, but I ain’t gonna sit here and let you talk down to me like you know all about what she and I had. There’s no one else for me and you know it.”

Shinsou sneers, staring at the man in front of him with disdain. “Bullshit. I was at your apartment Bakugou, I know for damn sure she isn’t the only thing on your mind.” Bakugou’s eye twitches in white hot rage.

“Haaah? What bullshit are you on now jackass? Making up stories to make yourself feel better for falling in love with my girl?” Shinsou narrows his eyes in irritation, envisioning your face as he holds you the night you saw Bakugou at the Hero Rankings, as you sob into his chest as he pets your hair. He recalls making you food, leaving it out for you to eat before he goes to patrol and coming home to find it untouched. He remembers how he had to remind you how beautiful you were, how the comments about your body and looks on social media didn’t mean anything because you were perfect just the way you are. Bakugou didn’t see how broken you were, how he shattered your heart and left you to pick up the pieces while he hopped from bar to bar and brought a date to the award ceremonies when he wouldn’t even acknowledge your existence as his girlfriend.

“I was there at the apartment when she went to pick up her things. You had some underwear in your bedroom. She saw it, and I did too. Now, who did that belong to Bakugou?” He smirks, watching as the face of the blonde in front of him contorts in confusion and regret, now realizing that you had seen his almost one night stand’s underwear when you came to grab your things only a couple of days after you broke up. “Was it some girl you met while bar hopping? Or was it Camie’s? I didn’t know you had a thing for her.”

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up. You don’t know shit.” Bakugou runs a hand through his spikes, a combination of shame and hurt painting his features. He looks up, glaring at the purple haired man in front of him. “You don’t know what it’s like. To have the person you love walk out on you and to know that you fucked up. I didn’t want to think about her, about us.” His lips purse together, his nose and throat become itchy as tears threaten to spill over at any moment. “I just wanted to forget, okay?! Is that what you wanna hear you bastard? I didn’t want to spend all night thinking about her!” He’s yelling now, his voice reverberating from the rooftop, spreading out into the city under the moonlit sky. Shinsou’s eyes widen in surprise at Bakugou’s outburst, lilac orbs staring unblinking at the man in front of him. He doesn’t think Katsuki is lying, he never hesitates to say what he thinks about anyone, whether they be a friend or a foe.

“Whose underwear was it?” Shinsou asks lowly, bracing himself for his answer.

“Don’t remember her name. It was a girl from the bar, reminded me of her. I made her leave before anything physical happened. I only kissed her. Didn’t even know she left her clothes.” Bakugou recalls that night, alcohol coursing through his body, craving body heat and another person’s touch. He swallows thickly, imagining your face as you find that foreign underwear in the room you once shared, quickly dispelling that thought from his mind when he remembers your heartbroken expression.

“And what about Camie? I wasn’t home when the rankings aired,” Shinsou crosses his arms as he leans against the edge of the rooftop, “but I know she saw it.” Bakugou grits his teeth in anguish - how much hurt had he caused you without even knowing? How many nights had you cried while thinking he had moved on? He was such a damn fool.

“We went as friends. She wanted to make Inasa jealous enough to make a move on her. I didn’t think,” Bakugou looks up to stare at the lavender eyes boring into him, “...didn’t think she’d be watching. She always hated that kinda shit.” Shinsou’s eyebrows knit together in anger, red flashing in his vision as his entire body shakes as he clenches his fists to calm the fury bubbling up in his chest.

“She hated it because you never used to take her to one. God, you are such a fucking idiot Bakugou! That’s why she left you! You are selfish. You cared more about your damn rank and your stupid one sided rivalry with Deku that you couldn’t even tell the world you had someone you loved. When those people attacked her on social media, you didn’t lift a damn finger to stop the hate she was getting. You listened to your agency like a damn puppet, and let her take the fall. When all she did was love you. It wasn’t even about the attention of being a Hero’s girlfriend, she just wanted you to be proud of having her by your side, to have you not be afraid to show the world you cared about her. But you didn’t. She’s given you so much but you don’t even care. You can’t even get your head out of your ass to-”

“You don’t think I care? I’ve regretted not telling her how much she meant to me that night! I regret letting her leave that night in the rain, and I sure as hell regret letting her cry herself to sleep all those nights!” Bakugou’s hands squeeze in fists, nails digging into his palms and teeth grinding together as he wills himself not to cry.

“I never, never wanted to make her feel like she wasn’t good enough. I never ever wanted to be the one to make her cry. You don’t think I’d take it all back if I could? I miss her Shinsou, is that what you want to fucking hear? I miss her.” The spiky haired blonde refuses to let Shinsou see him cry, holding back tears while scarlet orbs stare into purple ones. “I’ve missed her since she left and I fucking miss her more everyday. I’m not an idiot, I know I fucked up bad.” Shinsou’s expression softens slightly, he can sense that Bakugou’s telling the truth and he can hear the regret in his shaky voice. He sighs, looking down at his shoes.

“Look, I may have feelings for her, but she doesn’t know and I don’t care to let her find out - not now anyway. I’m not trying to ruin your relationship or hurt your chances at getting back together because I know she loves you.” Shinsou rubs the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I let my anger get the best of me tonight. I’ll leave you up here to get some fresh air. I’m going back to our friends, I’ll let them know not to bother you.” Bakugou nods, and turns silently around to continue overlooking the city as his eyes burn from the sting of tears. Shinsou leaves, and after he hears the door close, Bakugou lets the tears he’s held back flow freely from his eyes as he remains on the rooftop.

Sniffling, he stares at the streets below while he tries to get his emotions under control - the great Katsuki Bakugou will not be seen crying - especially not in front of his friends. He feels a vibration in his pocket, and considers ignoring it, thinking it’s Kirishima or Kaminari calling him to come back. He pulls out his phone to deny the call.

Instead of Kaminari, he sees your name flash across the screen.

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Tyrants | Chapter Four - Peril

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WARNINGS: Mentions of death, drug use, Tig being Tig. The usual SOA shit. Sorry Donna..

She always saw the beauty in darkness. The lugubrious belle that came alongside the moon and stars and whatever else lurked amidst the murk of nighttime.

Isla was cliche in that sense.

She was cliche in the sense that she adored watching the sun set, swallowed by the mountains and high-rise buildings as the evening fell and Charming was painted black.

And maybe it was mostly melancholic because of the horrors that swathed that small town, but it was still beautiful nonetheless.

She still liked to bask in the scenery, to discern the marvel of her home, from the highest point she could access. And, sometimes, she liked to take somebody along with her so she wasn't completely alone.

"Why'd you still come up here?" Ope asked, pulling himself onto the roof as she sat with her back to the wall--puffing on a cigarette.

"Because it's quiet." She was content, comfortable with her response. "And whenever I'm looking for Jax, or Gem, or my dad--or they're looking for me--this is where we're almost always found. Just people watching, or reminiscing, or having a few minutes to ourselves away from the chaos downstairs."

It wasn't an unknown safe space--Gemma had told her that JT and Clay would climb up there during the earliest days of the club--but it was special.

Jax, Opie, and Isla spent time up there as kids, too. Because they were bastards and were always running from their fathers--and den mother--and the roof of the clubhouse was their go-to.

She never really got out of that habit. She'd spend hours up there if she could, just watching as Charming bustled beneath her. And she liked that it was separate to the garage, but everyone knew where to find her if they needed her.

"It clears your head, being up here." She added. "I have got so much shit going on right now--between work, and my personal life--but coming up here is like a refreshment, I guess."

Opie understood what she meant because he was also seeking comfort in the night. Riding through dusk, spending time alone on his bike as he cruised the streets of his quaint town, relishing in the darkness because it was strangely comforting to him.

He liked to be alone. His thoughts were brutal and they seared his brain left and fucking right, but he liked his own company.

"Wish I thought about comin' up here when I was released from holding." The man chuckled, balancing a cigarette between his lips. "Stahl grilled the fuck outta me."

"She did?"

"Yeah. She really fuckin' did." He added, grunting as smoke blew from his nostrils. "Did she get you? I know she got Gemma."

"Nope, she didn't. I don't know why, though. She interrogated everyone else. Starting to feel a little left out."

Opie chuckled, smiling a bit. "Be glad. It's obvious that she's used to getting what she wants."

"And did you give it to her?"

"Fuck no." Isla smiled. Proud. "She can cross-examine me all she fuckin' wants—I'll never sell the club out."

"They know that, Ope."

"I know." Half confidently, he nodded. "Just—Stahl made me second guess it all, y'know?"

Nobody in Charming--aside from the PD--knew where that despicable bitch came from, and nobody cared to ask.

What they did know, though, was that she had her heart set on making that town a living fucking hell as she strived to eradicate the Sons of Anarchy by getting to its members.

She'd grilled everyone she could've. She cornered Gemma when she was out running errands, leaving the grocery store with a sour taste in her mouth when Teller told her where to fucking shove it.

Same went for Jax, and Clay, and Chibs, and Tig, and...Well, all of them told her to get fucked, actually.

None of them caved. None of them wanted to sell the club out because there was no reason to.

Well, there was a reason to, but no desire to.

There'd been murders. Three, to be specific. And one of them just happened to be a police officer--which was quite unlucky, but it wasn't awful.

They hated cops.

What they hated more, however, was the idea of getting caught by them. And Clay was. Somehow, anyway.

Piney's old "friend"--Nate Meineke--needed quality, albeit illegal, guns with no traceability to attack the convoy that was transporting one of his friends from point A to point B. And it went as swimmingly as possible...

Until June Stahl was put on the case and found that idiot's phone at the scene after dropping it mid-ambush.

Clay just happened to be the last person he had called. Which then caused the investigation to point toward Charming.

They all knew the Sons were guilty of supplying those weapons. Who else would it have been? They were known for running illegal firearms without batch numbers from a quaint Californian town whose name didn't quite fit its image.

It was blatant, though nobody gave it up.

But Stahl tried her damndest to get answers. And when she didn't, she targeted the member that she saw to be the most vulnerable--after a hit went wrong and he failed to cover his tracks--and Opie just happened to be that guy.

She questioned him for hours. She practically held the man captive in that little cell until he caved. But he didn't--and he wasn't going to, either.

He was loyal. That's one of the reasons why Jax wanted to patch him back in.

"Yeah, I know." Isla got to her feet when she heard Tig yelling for her downstairs. "But you're the strongest guy I know, Ope. I don't think Stahl, of all people, is gonna get to you."

He shrugged her off, flicking the butt of his cigarette to the gravelly ground of the roof.

Opie had changed. Not much, and it wasn't very apparent, but he'd changed. Chino had changed him, she thought.

He was still dedicated to his club, still in love with the reaper and the responsibility that came with the patch--but Opie Winston lacked that flicker of enthusiasm now.

"How does your dad feel about you being back at the table?"

"Said he's proud of me."

He was a man of very, very few words. But the tone that he took--the sheer relief twined into contentment--spoke a greater volume.

Piney would always support his son, feel a sense of gratification from his involvement in the club. And, of course, Ope felt grateful to be back--but it was different now.

He'd served time for his club. Donna consistently argued that they sold him out and that he was fucking stupid for running back into the arms of SAMCRO.

But it was his brotherhood. The Sons of Anarchy were his family--his lifeline. He was nothing if not blessed to be patched back in.

"And I guess that wife of yours isn't too happy about it?"

"How'd you reach that conclusion?"

"Well," she ignored that Tig was waiting for her, standing directly in front of him. "If she was genuinely thrilled about you being back here, she'd have been coming to Gemma's dinners, and spending more time at the clubhouse with us. But she isn't, and I'm starting to realize that she probably hates me now."

His head shook. "She doesn't hate you. It's just...It's just raw. Weird being back, I think."

"She didn't even have to leave. She knows that."

Donna did know that. But there was always something about Gemma. About the way she let things slide so often, how she felt that she had Clay so pussy whipped that he'd be at her every beck and call--but, really, that was redundant. Because Gemma let him get away with fucking murder.

Literally.

"Is she gonna be there tonight?

"Of course. She wouldn't miss Jax's son coming home." He got up, reaching for her hands. "Sorry that she's been so distant with you, Isla. But she's just been stressed out--money worries and the kids and stuff, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know."

Donna wasn't traditionally a worrier. But five years worth of finances, being a single mom, and fretting over her husband potentially not making it out of prison alive, just did that to a woman.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"I don't think so." Grateful for her offering, though recognizing how damn stubborn his wife was, he conceded. "Thanks, though."

"Anytime. And if you change your mind, or need me, you know where I am--"

"Isla!"

"He is getting on my last fucking nerve today." She groaned, flipping Tig off as she looked over the ledge. "I'm coming! Give me a minute!"

"I've given you plenty of minutes! Just get your ass down here!"

"Just go," Ope chuckled, leaning down to peck her cheek. "We can have this talk another time."

Isla turned back to him, frowning. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Go 'n talk to him--I'll see you tonight."

He was such a nice guy. So considerate, kind.

She loved him a lot.

The flouncy sundress rose to the middle of her thighs as she sauntered through the clubhouse, hearing Trager talking--rather conspicuously, though slightly muffled--to somebody on his cell.

"C'mon, Tiggy. Why'd you yell at me?"

He waved his hand to shut her up, gesturing for the blonde to follow him out of the clubhouse and toward his bike.

"Yeah, cool. K, brother--see 'ya later. Bye." He hung up and slid the phone into the pocket of his cut, swiveling to face Isla with a smile. "You ready?"

"For what?"

"The party?" Tig told her, watching confusion sweep over her face. "I'm taking you over 'cuz you want a drink and don't wanna drive home after? And that you're probably gonna end up heading home with Juice, or something--"

"Juice?"

"It always happens," he shrugged, pointing at the helmet he set out for her at the back of his bike. "We all head out, you get too drunk, you take a liking to Juicy, and you try to ride his dick."

"What?" Isla got herself situated behind him as he got on first, her arms wound around his waist. "That was one time. I've only slept with him once, and I told you it'd never happen again."

"And why is that?"

Her cheeks flushed red, the engine revving sending vibrations through her entire frame.

"Because he was too gentle." Tig's foot collided with the kickstand.

"And the little Catholic girl likes it rough."

She felt the solid gold crucifix burning a hole into her chest.

"Yes. I like it rough." He groaned, leaning into her. She swatted at his chest over his shoulder, laughing heartily. "Just take me to see the baby, dickhead."

The bike sped out of the lot and Isla was loving the thrill of being on two wheels. She'd always liked being stuck to the back of somebody's Harley--but she'd never own one herself.

Isla was like Gemma. She felt stable enough riding with somebody, but riding alone--being in control of the motorcycle--was fucking terrifying.

Jax and Opie had encouraged her to take a ride at one point, but it didn't end very well, and Chibs spent the best part of two hours trying to stitch his daughter back up whilst Gemma castigated the two imbeciles who thought it was even reminiscent of a good idea.

Weaving through traffic gracefully, freely, was appealing to her, however. But she wouldn't be caught dead--alone--on a fucking bike.

Plus, she quite enjoyed being taken places. Escorted by a member of the club. It was safe.

The wind whirred and whipped around them, and she wished she didn't make the effort with her hair tonight. It was ruined, tousled to within an inch of its life, and she dreaded the thought of having to brush the knots out in Jax's bathroom.

Still, commuting via Harley was a hell of a lot quicker and had a few more benefits than commuting via car.

But the looks that they got were piercing. Horrible. Mainly from Hale stationed beside his squad car, watching as Isla and Tig raced down the freeway.

"He likes you." He spoke over the roaring engine when he hit the first stop light all night. "He hates that you've never given him a chance--"

"He's a cop, and I'm the outlaw's daughter. I've been raised to hate his kind."

Tig nodded his approval, setting off once again when the light switched to green and all opposing traffic stood still.

At one strange point in time, David Hale had his sights set on Isla Telford. He was in love with her. Completely besotted.

And she never gave him a second glance because, for one, she wasn't interested. He hated that she was so close to Jax and Opie, but not him, and he wished that she'd push herself away from the bad guys to grow closer to the heroic law-enforcer.

But he was a control freak above everything else, and Isla was just a free-spirit. She was loyal to her friends and family but she didn't want to get tied down, and she didn't want to become friendly with a fucking cop.

The only cop she liked was crooked. And Unser was in a similar spot to her--a little too affiliated with SAMCRO, but not completely doted on. Though, they were both strangely essential fixtures, and Clay would've been lost without them.

"Juice is here." Tig taunted as he helped her off the bike, holding her hand when she stumbled over herself a little. "Try to keep those panties on."

"Can't make any promises, Tiger." Her growl was seductive, though he knew that she was fucking with him.

She'd given up rebuking his claims, instead feeding into them because, with Trager, she couldn't seem to win. He was sleazy, and she loved that back and forth.

What she loved more, though, was that he was comfortable. He was a strange man, and nobody really understood just where he came from, but Isla liked that she could make jokes of any kind around him. He was easy to get along with. Easy to love.

And, man, did she love Alex Trager.

"If you do fuck him, though, would you make a video?"

Isla stepped into Jax's front room, turning on her heels. "Who said that we haven't already got one?"

She chuckled and wandered into the party, leaving Tig with a few convoluted thoughts and even more raunchy questions.

"Fuck. Gemma taught her well." He grumbled under his breath, reaching for the beer in Half-Sack's hand.

He slumped on the couch, motioning for his usual lay to sit in his lap as he watched Juice fawn over his little blonde friend making conversation with some other random woman already.

"Yeah, totally..." she agreed with whatever the girl was saying, but her eyes were glued on Tara. Just floating around the party.

She felt bad that the doctor was alone. Despite all that she thought of her, being out of ones depth in such an intimidating setting wasn't very nice. And Isla was an empath.

"D'ya think anyone 'round here has any nail glue?"

"Gemma might." She smiled, pointing toward the kitchen.

Grateful that she managed to shake that one off, Isla weaved through the small conclave and sat beside Tara, offering a friendly face during a time of such discomfiture.

Her heart was aching, the sheer nervousness was palpable, and she knew that Tara felt the same way too.

But Isla just sucked it up. Because she wanted to talk to her, and had to be the one to initiate it.

"Thanks for coming." Her smile was wide, genuine.

She offered a beer to the brunette, hoping that she'd take it.

"Thanks for asking me here." Tara accepted it, glad that Isla remembered she wasn't particularly a wine girl like herself.

Christ. This is awkward.

"Trust me, you were the first person I asked to come tonight."

"How so?"

"Well," a little bit more comfortably, she faced her completely, "you've literally nursed Abel back to health. You've been there every step of the way. You've been the best surgeon. And, as much as I hate to say it, you helped Wendy so much, Tara. I'm really thankful for all that you've done for this family."

"It's my job." She tried to brush the comments off, but her heart definitely fluttered at the praise.

Isla never changed. She was still the sweetest soul, she thought.

"I know, but you've had it rough with this lot--with Gemma, I mean."

"She isn't anything I can't handle." Confidently, she asserted.

"I know, and I'm glad that you're able to stand your ground." Reluctant, a hand landed against Tara's palm.

She jolted a little bit, but softened into the embrace.

It was comfy, warm. Prosperous, perhaps, because it meant something. Tara not jerking away and leaving once Isla offered a friendly embrace, was promising.

They spoke about the baby for a little while, and shared a few laughs at Tig's expense. It was strange, really. To be talking to her ex-best friend was strange, but she'd missed it.

Donna joined the mix, too, and it was starting to feel like old times. Isla recognized that they'd never slip back into that routine, the dedication to one another that they'd known when they were kids--but it was nice.

The conversation stuttered and it wasn't able to flow as freely as what she might've liked, but it was a start.

To know that she had something resembling an acquaintanceship with two women she admired, was nice.

And Jax introducing his baby to his brand new home, to his extended family that were already so fucking dedicated to him, was just the most wonderful thing ever.

"What about a beer?" Clay joked, holding the bottle close to Abel. Jax laughed, though he shook his hand away. "What? Grandpa can't give him his first beer?"

"No, he can't."

"I'll take it, though. If you're offerin'." Chibs grabbed the Budweiser and twisted the cap with the leather grip of his glove.

He gestured to Isla, tipping it toward her. "Want some?"

"No, you're alright." She went back to her wine, smiling at that little bundle of happiness in Jax's arms, wondering how the hell he'd gotten to be in this position now.

But it was because of Tara. Her commitment, her talent, and sheer want to help that angel through the roughest patch that a baby could have possibly been thrust into.

How Gemma could still loathe that girl--after everything she did--was beyond her completely.

Tara was the unlikeliest hero in Abel's story.

"Why is it that every time I see you, your highlights get more chunky?" Gemma smiled at the comment, turning to see her favorite girl, flaunting the most beautiful smile.

She handed Isla the bottle of whatever wine Chibs could get this evening, unable to quit beaming at the thought of her grandson finally being at home. Where he belonged.

"I told you I'd do them for you, Gem."

"I know," she nodded, playing with a few strands of hair, "I was gonna ask you, but you've been a little distant this week--didn't wanna add to your workload, baby."

"That's super considerate of you. Are you alright?" Isla teased, holding a hand to Gemma's forehead.

She slapped it away with a laugh. "Fuck you. I'm always considerate."

"Sure you are. That's why Wendy is here, right?"

"No," her head shook, "she's here 'cuz this is her house. If I had it my way, she'd be out on her ass faster than what you could even say 'crank whore.'"

Isla wiped at her lips with the back of her hand, tipping her head toward the blonde in the living room.

"I thought you made sure she was gonna be here tonight?" Confused, she quizzed.

She was under the impression that Wendy was starting to grow on her. After she'd tried to kill her, of course.

"I did," Gem confirmed. "But only because I knew it'd be awkward between her and Tara."

Amazed, or maybe fucking horrified, Isla simply glared at her.

It should've been obvious to her--plain as day--that Gemma Teller doing a good thing was simply a bullshit facade, built in order to take away from the fact she wanted to do an inherently bad thing.

But Isla liked to see the good in people, so it wasn't. And that really was one of her mot fatal flaws.

"She thanked me for letting her stay, too."

"And what'd you say to her?" Almost as if she didn't want to know the answer, she asked.

Black nails danced along the rim of her wine glass as she leaned against the counter, watching everybody enjoy themselves as they bitched and moaned.

"That she's lucky to be alive."

"Jesus, Gem," her head shook disparagingly, disappointed perhaps.

But being surprised that the woman made a threatening comment toward Wendy, was just as stupid as being surprised at Tig for fucking another hooker during his free time.

"You've gotta keep her close, ma. She's the mother of your grandson, the woman your son did love at one point."

Ma. The word rolled off her tongue unintentionally most of the time, but she didn't hate it.

Gemma was the mother figure in her life--hell, she was the mother figure in a few of the Sons' lives--and it didn't feel weird using that around her. It was affectionate. She adored it.

"Jax never loved her," matter of fact, she retorted. "They got drunk together. They smoked dope together. They didn't love one another--"

"They got married." Isla reminded her. "They have a kid together. They have a lot of history."

"Just because they have history, doesn't mean they love one another. You've got history with him."

Her chuckle was throaty, almost a full-on splutter. "We have not got that same history--we're friends, Gem, you know that's different."

She supposed the blonde was right.

There was hell of a contrast between friends for life and friends with benefits--and Gemma knew that. She just didn't like that Jax gravitated toward Wendy when he'd always had Isla right there in front of him.

Though, she was more than aware that the pair didn't look at each other that way--she still lauded the thought of the two together.

"I still hate her."

"I know," Isla laughed at Gemma's irritability, sipping on her wine, enjoying the sight of everybody having a damn good time.

"She's checking into rehab, too."

"Really? Where?"

"Some place in Oakland, I think." Gemma added, smiling at Clay when he wandered over to the pair. "But you didn't hear that from me."

"You think she's gonna stick to it?"

"Couldn't tell 'ya." He answered for his wife, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to Isla's cheek. "She's determined though, I'll give her that."

"Yeah?" His nod was optimistic--strange for Clay Morrow. "Well, I'm glad she's working on herself, anyway. She's got potential."

"You hate her."

"I know." She didn't refute the assertion. "But I'm still happy for her."

At least somebody is.

She wasn't lying. Wendy was a good girl, a woman tortured for no good reason. And she felt for her, she really did.

It'd been a shock, finding out that she was pregnant. But it wasn't like they weren't expecting it--what with the rate she and Jax were going at it.

From the start, Isla and Gemma were worried. She was notorious for her crank habit and the girls thought she was going to kill herself before she had the chance to see her son into the world.

And that almost happened, didn't it?

The doctors at St. Thomas were fucking miracle workers--Isla was on pins and needles waiting for a call to say that Wendy and Abel were okay.

But she tried not to dwell on that, now. They were both as healthy and Abel was as happy as he could've been, so Isla was content. She wasn't pleased, but she was comfortable with the way that things were going.

Tara, however.

"No!" She yelled, backing out of the nursery. "No, fuck you, Jax."

Juice stumbled backward when she nudged him out of the way, pulling her purse from the kitchen counter.

Isla and Gemma couldn't not stare.

"Tara, c'mon!" Jax called after her, but it was too late.

The front door had been slammed shut and the party came to a complete standstill. A thickening tension was shrouding the group, and things were only just starting to simmer.

"What was that all about?" The blonde asked Juice, leaning against the island.

She didn't want to prove Tig to be right but, after a few glasses of wine, Juan Carlos Ortiz was starting to pique her interests.

He swallowed thickly, watching Clay leave the room. "He said something about Wendy--wanting to keep whatever it is that he and Tara have going on the down low so it doesn't set her off, or something."

Makes sense.

"He has a point. She's doing really well lately." He continued. "Jax would hate to stunt her progress by shoving his relationship with Tara in her face."

Isla was rattled.

Jax hadn't talked to her in days, and she wasn't aware that so much had changed. She wasn't aware that he had established a relationship with Tara Knowles.

Again.

You know what they're like--like two fucking magnets or something. They always find a way back to one another.

She was too irritated to reside in that same room as Gemma, now. Knowing the conversation she'd initiate the second that Juice left was too fucking much. So she left first, instead.

The living room was almost empty. Just Clay, Bobby, Tig, and Chibs sat around the couches as Donna, the kids, and Ope were preparing to set off.

Everything was annoying her, now. She hadn't made the effort with Donna all night, but she was pissed that she hadn't started to say goodbye to her yet.

Isla was so fucking irritated that she didn't even want to talk to Tig, or her father. So she didn't.

"Where're you going, petal?" Chibs asked, hindering her plan to keep her mouth shut for the rest of the night. He knew that she'd crack a smile at the nickname.

"I was just wandering. Not really sure what to do with myself."

"Come sit down," he gestured to the space between himself and Tig, and wound an arm around her when she met the leather. "I've missed 'ya."

"Tonight? Or just in general."

"In general. It's been a few days, love."

"I know, I'm sorry." Her head rested against his Sgt. At Arms patch, and she sighed. "Work has been so fucking busy and I feel like I haven't gotten a moment to myself this week."

Isla only worked a part-time gig at some shitty salon just on the outskirts of Charming--edging into Stockton--but she hated her job.

She hated driving into the city every morning and evening, wasting a fuck ton of her paycheck on gas when, really, there was no point.

She hated her cunt boss.

Hated her cunt clients.

She hated that nobody really spoke to her because of who her father was. And when they did speak to her, it was almost like they were scared. Of Isla.

Gemma had always promised her that there was a space at the auto shop for her had she needed it, but she couldn't think of anything worse than having to answer to Gemma and Clay every single day.

Well, more than what she already was, anyway.

"Who'd 'a thought that being a hairdresser was so demanding?"

"Me, apparently." She joked, watching Tig get up and leave the room.

It'd turned somber. A little too bleak for her liking, but she guessed that everyone felt a bit awkward after Tara stamped out and Jax sat on his porch. Alone. With a bottle of whiskey.

She hated the hold that woman had over him sometimes. The way he was so fucking devoted to Tara Knowles that she could literally slap him, scream in his face, and ruin his son's homecoming party--and he would still pine for her.

She'd never understand that.

And she didn't understand how such a lively bunch of individuals had mellowed out over the course of two hours, either.

The party had disappeared. Dissipated into nothing and the atmosphere she once lauded was completely dead in the water.

It was fucking grim, and she couldn't wait to head home.

"Can I come with you tonight?"

"Why'd you even ask? Y'know you're welcome to come home with your old man whenever you want." Chibs told her a little bit stern, though it was essentially full of love.

She just smiled up at him, a bit buzzed. But she was having a good-ish time and who was he to chastise her for drinking a little too much tonight?

"Wanna head off now?"

"Yeah--lemme just say 'bye' to Gemma."

"Alright, I'll be out front. Don't forget your purse." He reminded, knowing she was too ditsy for her own good.

Chibs helped her to her feet, letting go of her hand only to part ways for a few moments.

Her mood was perking up, now. The prospect of being able to spend a few hours with her dad after a long fucking day, was just the best.

And she'd really missed him. Missed the time they once had an abundance of. Missed the evenings that they'd spend talking, drinking, watching movies, doing the generic father daughter activities.

They hadn't had that for a while, and it was truly a blessing that it was within reach tonight.

Well. It was within reach for all of five minutes.

"Oh my God--" Gemma's cell slipped from between black nails and bounced across the table. Saturated hues were locked on Isla, and her head shook.

"What?"

"There's--there's been an accident." She managed to muster out. "Or, maybe a drive-by, I don't know, but Donna--"

"Donna?" Piney's attention was snatched at the mention of his daughter-in-law. He stood up. "What about her?"

Isla knew the answer. She knew what Gemma was going to say because it was just the usual now, wasn't it?

Being affiliated with SAMCRO just did that to somebody. Man, woman, child. They didn't fucking care.

"She's--Piney, she's dead."

#tig trager #tig trager fanfiction #tig trager fic #sons of anarchy fic #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy fandom #sons of anarchy #jax teller x oc #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller

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filthyslashertoad · 3 years

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How the slasher met their s/o Pt.2 Finale

Michael Myers RZ

(The Pt.2 Finale takes place a week after the ending of Pt.1)

@angeljeffries

Once again you were on your way to work the idea of being alone this Halloween flooded back into your head and it was worse now because Halloween was next week and your friends had invited you to go to a party with them. Two of them were married and your other friend had a boyfriend and you couldn’t stand having to be the only one that didn’t have a partner.

So you told them that you couldn’t go to the party because of your job. Which wasn’t a complete lie because you asked one of the office workers if there was a way you could have an extra shift on Halloween. All of the people in the office immediately looked at you like you were an idiot. One of them said that there was an extra shift but it was for Michael Myers. You agreed only because you knew thought that if you didn’t annoy him or get in his way you would be fine.

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It was the day of Halloween, you woke up early hoping that maybe this would start a good streak for the day. You got out of bed, took a shower, picked out one of your favorite sweaters and made some breakfast. Since you had extra time before work started you put out a candy bowl and turned the front porch light on. You left your house closed the front door behind you and got in your car. When you turned on the engine, the chilly weather outside coming to your attention as it nipped at your cheeks and your nose. As you waited for your car to heat up you noticed that the seat next to you had an extra bag of candy so you thought “Guess I can bring the extra bag to work.”

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As you entered the building the scent of Lysol and Windex overpowered your sense of smell almost making you choke. You went down the eerily quiet hallways that lead you to the office. Where you were going to pick up the keys to the cells you were going to and your schedule.

You picked up the sheet of paper labelled “schedule” and the two words that stood out to you the most were “Michael Myers”. You had forgotten you signed up to be Michael’s nurse for today. “Why did I have to pick him as my patient, WHY couldn’t I just pick one of the more predictable patients?” Maybe you could switch your patient for another one? “No, I don’t wanna make a fuss, let’s just get through the day.” You thought.

While in deep thought you remembered hearing from one of the nurses that Michael has a sweet tooth. So you put some of the candy in your pocket, so you could give him some and maybe get in his good graces at the same time.

Opening the door to Michaels cell you quietly introduced yourself letting him know it was you and that you were his nurse today. He didn’t seem to react but from behind the mask he had a thin smile tugging at his lips. Even though it was only for a brief moment he kept wondering why he did that. He had never talked to you or even be in the same room as you so why did you mean so much to him? He wondered if killing you would get rid of this feeling, but decided against it as you might be of some use to him.

As he wondered about this new emotion he was feeling you did a room search and placed his breakfast tray on his desk taking the one from last night. Michael was pushed out of thought as you announced that you were leaving now, he didn’t want you to leave just yet whether it was that he enjoyed your company or that he needed to learn more about this feeling and how to get rid of it, it didn’t matter you weren’t leaving just yet.

Before you could reach the door he grabbed you arm and tugged slightly, you turn around saying “Michael let g-.” You were cut off by a firm and raspy voice “Stay”. You nodded and he pulled you towards an empty chair that was next to his desk. Then you remembered that you had some candy to give Michael, so you nervously say his name getting his attention as you pulled out 3 pieces of candy silently offering them to him. He grabbed them from your hand, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulled away.

The thoughts that swelled in your head were all wondering if he would kill you. Maybe he was just waiting. No he would have killed you by now, right? You didn’t know and that didn’t help your fear that was slowly growing as time went on.

While you sat next to Michael you watched him make a mask it was a dark shade of green, that felt as though it matched the sanitariums blank look. Though you didn’t realize that you were late for your break. So you quietly excused yourself and told Michael you had to go, and to your surprise he let you go, was this mercy? Or was he just building up suspense. You didn’t know but you racked your brain for the answer. It felt as though you would never know.

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After your afternoon break you checked on Michael for the evening before going home. Everything went perfectly he cooperated and before you knew it you were heading to your car.

In a way you were excited to go home and watch scary movies and hand out candy. The more you think about it the more depressing it sounds. So instead you wonder what scary movies you would watch, you’ve managed to watch most of your collection, so maybe you could go out to the store and buy a couple of movies and some popcorn.

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When you arrived home you turned the lights on around your house, set your bag down and went to go take a shower. While in the shower you failed to hear your phone ring. As you hopped out of the shower grabbing your towel you noticed that you received a voicemail. It was from Dr. Loomis, that was strange you and Loomis were not well acquainted and you hoped it would stay that way, but the message earned a gasp from you as you were informed that Michael Myer’s had escaped containment while being escorted to a facility farther away.

A wave of fear washed over you, was he going to kill you now that he had escaped? You didn’t risk finding out so you locked all your windows and doors hoping that this would at least stop him. You didn’t bother turning off your lights because you knew that if he was coming for you, the lights on or off wouldn’t change that.

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A couple hours past and you started to calm down thinking that he might already be in Haddonfield and that he had forgotten all about you. So you went to go get a glass of water from your kitchen, you got a cup and filled it almost to the brim.

As you turned around and started walking, you walked in a solid figure. You looked up and saw the all too familiar white mask that was connected to the solid figure you walked into.

You started walking backwards and almost dropping the glass in your hand.

Michael took 2 long strides instantly closing the distance between you and him. He gripped your shoulder in an iron grasp, while with his other hand he reached into his pocket grabbing something. You expected it to be a knife to feel the burn or the blade going through you. You closed your eyes expecting death, you were helpless, but the burn never came instead he shook your shoulder getting you too open your eyes were he grabbed yanked your hand. Opening it and handing you the candy wrappers from earlier and a piece of jewelry.

A ring that had dried blood splotched on it but even so it was a beautiful ring.

Maybe you wouldn’t be alone this Halloween...

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I hope you like it!

#michael myers #michael myers x reader #slashers #pt.2 #rob zombie #gender nuetral reader #the shape #smiths grove #dead by daylight

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loserholland · 4 years

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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 𝐓.𝐇

Pairing ➺ Uni student!Tom Holland x Uni student!Reader

Warning ➺ ANGST, fluff at the end though

Word Count ➺ 1,418

Summary ➺ All couples fight, but that never means it’s the end... right?

A/N ➺ Huge huge thank you to @ariistotles for telling me how to do the gradient color dividers! I also just wanted to post something if I don’t upload part five of little cupid by wednesday because I’ll be at zion from thursday to sunday which means no cell service!! soo, hope you enjoy this little blurb. Oh! and do yall like the new layout I did, kinda new lol.

✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @loveyathreethousand @killerqueen-gunpowdergelatine @spideyyypeter @lou-la-lou@babebenhardy @rivervixenbaby @acklesholland @zabdisamor @keepingupwiththehollands @sweet666pea @sspider-parker @jackiehollanderr @caro0512 @thewinchesterchronicles @cporter003 @kisses-holland @spideysnugget @cryszus @sunflowerharrystyles @peterunderoos @ohbabycal @laucontrerasv @spider-mendes @jessybellsworld @quaksonhehe

@iloveyou3000morgan @random-things-i-love

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☞ Masterlist ☜

It was a quarter till one, (Y/N) sat on their king sized bed. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light was the full moon shinning over peaceful London. Tessa was asleep on her lap, she had grown tired of waiting near the door awaiting for Tom to come home.

“Please leave a mes-”

This felt the the hundredth time she had called Tom. None of the boys knew where he was which is oddly surprising because if he wasn’t hanging out with (Y/N), he was out with the boys.

Her mind tried not to wonder, wonder to the thought of Tom doing the unthinkable. She trusted him, hell she moved in with him around the time of their nine month anniversary. She knew in her heart that Tom wouldn’t do such thing.

The two have been dating for little over a year now, sure they’ve had their ups and downs but that only made their relationship stronger. Someone once said, “You can’t have a relationship without any fights, but you can make your relationship worth fighting for.”

Tessa’s ears perked up at the sound of the front door unlocking, she quickly moved away from (Y/N) lap and darted to the door. Even though she follow Tessa, she knew Tessa was wagging her tail happily at the sight of Tom. Glancing down at her phone, it was a few minutes past one.

“Hey Tes.” Tom mumbled bending down slightly to pick up his furbaby. Dragging himself to their shared bedroom, he noticed his girlfriend was still up sitting upright against the headboard. He placed Tessa back down, watching as the Staffordshire Bull Terrier jumped onto the bed.

“(Y-”

“Where were you Tom?”

(Y/N) eyes were focused on lap, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her Tom’s shirt. She didn’t want to yell, it was already so late for that. But he hasn’t been answering any of her calls or text. If you think about it, she had every right to feel worried, angry, and hurt. It only takes a second to send a simple text. It only takes a second to answer the phone.

“I just went out to get a couple drinks.” Tom shrugged, there was a hint of annoyance in his voice. He may not realize it, but she does. She could tell when someone’s mood shifts, or their change in tone.

“You could’ve told me.” her voice was small barley a whisper, loud enough for only Tom to hear. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but she wanted to know why Tom didn’t give her a heads up.

Whenever they use to fight, usually it was over little things. Like, forgetting something, or if one of you got jealous, leaving the toilet seat up, cleaning after themselves.

Little things.

“I was only out for what? Five hours? Most of those five hours, I was studying for midterms with some people from chem. Then we went out for a few drinks.” It was safe to say, Tom didn’t really see the problem. He didn’t see why he couldn’t go out for a few drinks with some friends.

“Tom, it’s the fact that you didn’t answer my calls and text! I was worried!” Tom was taken aback when (Y/N) got up from the bed, her voice raising as she stood. Her and Tom may be three inches apart meaning he’d still tower over her a bit, but that never intimidated her.

Running his hands over his face, he closed his eyes for a second “Do you not trust me? (Y/N), I’m not the same person I was two years ago!” Before the two got to talking, Tom had quite the body count. Almost every girl on campus wanted to shag him.

(Y/N) scoffed lightly running her hand through her hair in frustration, “I do trust you Tom! That was the last thing on my mind, I know you would never cheat on me! I was worried! Don’t you see the difference?” God it turned into a scream fest within seconds. Pretty sure someone is going to file a nose complaint against them tomorrow.

Tom pinched the bridge of his nose closing his eyes for a brief moment before say, “Maybe I wanted to spend some time away from you! Maybe we don’t need to spend every waking moment together!” (Y/N) stood there with wide eyes, processing what her boyfriend had just told her.

This is the first time, Tom had yelled at her and told her that. Maybe we don’t need to spend every waking moment together. Ouch. I guess that’s why couples wait to move in together when they’re married or for sure going to get married. Or when they’re ready in general.

“Wow, okay.” (Y/N) moved to grab her pillows from her side of the bed, quickly moving into their shared walk in closet to grab an extra blanket. He wanted alone time, okay I’ll give it to him.

“Wait-” Tom began but (Y/N) stopped him, “You want alone time. I get it. You get the bedroom, I’ll sleep on the couch. Good night Thomas.” her heart clenched at every word that left her mouth. She just wanted to cry to get everything out, Tessa trailed after her but (Y/N) ushered the pup back into the bedroom.

Tom sat at the edge of their bed, “Fucking hell.” his head was buried in his hands. He fucked up and he knows he did, (Y/N) was truly a blessing in disguise without her he’d be failing his classes and not on the right track. She’s there to put him in his place when he’s out of line. He had gotten ready for bed in silence, thinking over what had happened. God he felt like a complete idiot, (Y/N) saw the good in him, the potential that everyone failed to see.

Gathering the his pillows and Tessa he padded into the living room. Even though he had basically said he needed time away from her, he wanted to be by her side at the end of the day.

Peeking over he noticed she was sound asleep, but there were tear stains on her cheeks, he brushed the few strands of hair behind her ear. He pressed a chaste kiss on her forehead before getting comfortable on the ground beside the couch.

“Good night (Y/N).”

(Y/N) groaned blinking a few times to adjust to the light that was peeking through the curtain of the living room. She sat upright against the arm of the couch tilting her head some side to side earning a few cracks, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes before letting out a loud sigh.

Her attention turned to the figure sleeping on the ground next to her, “Tom?” she mumbled he was curled up with Tessa without a blanket. She leaned forward tapping Tom’s shoulder again, “Thomas, wake up.” he jerked forward slightly causing Tessa to wake up.

He squinted his eyes slightly to see (Y/N) looking down at him in confusion, “Why are you on the gro-” Tom sat up on his knees pulling her into a hug “I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to leave you alone. I’m so sorry I had said that, I- I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you in my life. I fucked up (Y/N), I’m so fucking sorry.” he sobbed into her neck.

She wrapped her arms around him running her hands through his hair, “Bub? I understand if you need some alone time, I do. Just talk to me, don’t go off the grid and have me worried. This is just another obstacle that we can get over.” (Y/N) pulled away from him moving her hands to cup his cheeks.

“It did hurt when you said that though but, I know you’re sorry. Let’s not dwell on it and move on from it hm? If you want to go out with the boys I’m not holding you back from that. Just tell me where you’re going and text me when you’re on your way home. And if I wanted to go out, I’d do the same thing too text or call you.”

Tom nodded in agreement pressing a kiss into the palm of her hand, (Y/N) leaned forward to give him a chaste kiss before leaning her forehead against his, “I love you.” she whispered as Tom nugged his nose against her’s.

“I love you too. Now, let’s go shower I wanna take my girl out today.”

Someone once said:

A relationship is like a house. When a lightbulb burns out you do not go and buy a new house, you fix the light bulb.

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sweetpxsin · 4 years

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Detention 2 - hjs

♡ hjs.skz

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The library was quiet save for the occasional whispers that would be shared between friends or tutors but you weren’t too sure nor did you really care. You were simply there to do homework and possibly study if you were up it. It was nearing five and you were already debating if you should just go home. You made little if any process in your homework, your mind trailing back to the moments of yesterday and quite honestly you were ready to slam your head against the table. However you prevented yourself from doing so and instead tried to force yourself to reread the fifth question your brain refused to comprehend for the thirteenth time.

‘If dividing, diploid eukaryotic cells did not undergo mitosis, what is the most pro-“

Physically jumping, at the sound of a book being carelessly tossed onto the table, you were about to look up at the inconsiderate idiot that had tossed it in the first place when you heard the small laughter that annoyed you since yesterday. Slowly moving your eyes from your textbook you stared back at mischievous brown eyes.

“What’s up teacher’s pet.” Squinting your eyes out of agitation you leaned back into your chair, watching Jisung as he pulled back the wooden seat across from you and take a seat for himself to get comfortable in.

“What do you want?” You sighed, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Oh nothing just wanted to stop by and annoy you, sweet heart.”

“Jisung we’ve been over this my name is (y/n).” Raking a half annoyed hand through your already semi messy hair, you leaned forward resting your crossed arms onto the table as you tried to focus back on your homework

“Yeah and I promised I’d see you soon didn’t I?” He mused, laughing when you looked up at him with furrowed brows.

“Can you leave-- Actually no shouldn’t you be in detention?”

“Why I’ve been a good boy.” Jisung batted his eyes at you mocking fake innocence, before breaking into a short huff of laughter no longer being able to take himself seriously. “But really sweetheart you're breaking my heart you didn’t wanna see me?”

“Oh, didn’t know you had one, and no I didn’t.” Smiling sarcastically with a subtle eye roll, you attempted to focus on your book once more.

“Feisty lil one aren’t cha?”

“Jisung.”

“Yes baby girl?”

“Go away.”

“No, I have a right to be here.”

“Jisung if you don’t--”

“Shh!” Your body tensed before you turned to face the poor old librarian, that had probably had enough of your’s and Jisung’s bickering, and smiled apologetically, whispering a pathetic sorry. When you turned back to Jisung it took everything in you to not just grab your textbook and throw it at the boy, his body shaking with silent laughter.

“Are you done yet?” Jisung asked with a smile as he leaned back into his chair, lifting an eyebrow in question.

“Done doing what?” Agitation laced your voice as your brows knitted in frustration, Jisung clearly taking amusement in your misery.

“Pretending you want to be here, sweet heart.” He smiled again, watching your expression soften slightly at his words before he pushed back from his chair and stood up. “So, are you coming or not princess” With a playful wink he gathered his things and started towards the door. “Meet you at the front, sweetheart.”

Resting your chin onto your palm you waved him a goodbye with your freehand and watched him leave the library before grabbing your pencil, tapping it once and then twice as you read the sentence you failed to comprehend early.

‘If dividing, diploid eukaryotic cells did not undergo mitosis, what is the most pro-“

Tapping your pen once more you closed your book shut along with your notebook and hurriedly stood up, shoving everything into your backpack in a hurried mess. Your actions working faster than you could process, and the next thing you felt was the cold air hitting your skin as you opened the front doors, your eyes hurriedly searching for the brunette. You weren’t completely sure where your change of heart came from and your shoulders sunk when he was nowhere to be found. A feeling of stupidity filling your chest as you were about to turn around.

“I knew you’d come through.” Pushing off the wall, he smiled amusingly at your face, ruffling your hair in the process before he walked ahead of you. “Come on princess, wouldn’t wanna get lost now would we.” He teased, nudging his head to the side to tell you to follow along.

“Where are we going?” Quickening your pace to catch up to him, you admired his side profile as he walked, waiting for an answer he didn’t seem he could give.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, sweetheart.”

“Jisung that sounds incriminating.”

“If taking you out to town is a crime, then call me out because I’m not going to jail.”

“You make me regret walking out of school.”

“You’re still following are you not?”

“I’m going back inside.” You announced, beginning to turn around.

“No, no, no I’m kidding!” Stopping in his tracks he followed quickly after, his hand finding yours, preventing you from moving further. Raising a brow questioningly you cracked a smile at his pleading state before lacing your fingers with his.

“That’s what a thought, now let's go.”

“Your wish is my command sweetheart.” Shooting you a gummy smile and a wink, he tugged your hand lightly and started in the direction he desired.

Sweetpxsin

This is my last post of 2019 🥺 I hope you guys like it as much as ch 1 and I might make this a lil series on the side. But thank you guys so much for supporting me and my writing! I hope I am able to write more and give out more content you guys can enjoy! But for now happy New Years guys! I hope this year is kind and prosperous for all of you 💗 see ya in 2020 ☺️

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onebloodsoakedlion · 3 years

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Destruction Calls (DBQ2 crossver oneshot)

Ryoma stared at the ceiling of the cell that was now his room. He was nearly crying. He and Malroth had fled the Isle of Awakening to avoid capture only to crash into a prison ship and get arrested anyways. And all because Malroth refused to fight back against the stupid Gargoyle that was holding Brownbeard hostage. Seriously though, Ryoma had an entire sack of healing herbs - they could’ve treated Brownbeard’s injuries after the fight was over. And considering how quick Ryoma was with the sword, chances were that said injuries would’ve been minimal! And besides, Malroth was the more... callous one here, so his surrendering to ensure Brownbeard would not have been hurt was unexpected.

Because of this, Ryoma was stuck in a prison. With nothing. And worst of all, he was dehumanised with a fucking number. Ryoma was so out of his depth that he didn’t even care if fucking Brownbeard had lived or died. He was furious that he was forced to make this sacrifice even if there were other options.

As he failed to get to sleep from his pure anger at the situation, he noticed a shadow appear in front of the prison bars. “It’s time to go, Builder. You’ve been here for long enough.” “Who are you” Ryoma growled. “I am the Puppeteer,” the shadow replied, reaching through the bars, slipping the young prisoner a hammer. His hammer. “This place will do you no good. It won’t do your friend any good. You must leave. Now.” The shadow dived through the bars, straight at Ryoma, dissolving into his body. Ryoma immediately got the urge to break the cell doors down. He slowly walked to the bars, hammer in both hands, before using Bigger Bash to break the bars to bits. It felt so good, as if he’d dealt a heavy dose of irony and karma to his captors. “What do you think you’re doing, 6207?! Think you can break out of this place? Well how about we break your bones, one by one!” Ryoma had no fear of the guard, only rage. He marched up to the skeleton and raised his hammer, before bringing it down on its bony head.

Of course the skeleton’s mates had to come running, so Ryoma switched from hammer to Dragonsbane. The skele squad’s attacks were no match for Ryoma’s swift slashes and dauntless dodging. He was enjoying this way too much. After the skeleton guards were defeated, Ryoma had just enough time to free Malroth and equip his armour before the inspector arrived. The builder didn’t even bother to explain to Malroth how he’d managed to get his stuff back or escape. “What is the meaning of this!? 6207, 6208, how did you even manage to escape!? And how did you even get back the stuff I confiscated from you!?” “None of that matters,” Ryoma growled back, “All that matters is you’re doomed. And it’s all your gods-damn fault.”

The inspector didn’t stand a chance. Ryoma was lightning-quick, and with an expertly-executed sword slash, he knocked the staff right out of the inspector’s hands before he could cast a single spell. Ryoma then proceeded to follow up with a spinning slice aimed at the magus’s lower body, leaving his legs with large lacerations that brought him to his knees. “You’re not killing me,” the shocked magus exclaimed. “Not just yet,” Ryoma replied, propping the inspector up and holding his blade to the monster’s throat, “I wanna show you something. You see, you pathetic children of Hargon keep raving on about how destruction is the way. Well I’ll give you destruction. I’ll destroy this fucking hellhole you call Skelkatraz, before I destroy you!” “No... no! You can’t do that,” the Inspector cried, “You can’t destroy Skelkatraz!” “Oh yes I can, idiotic beast,” Ryoma replied with a wide, menacing grin, “It fits well within the teachings of the Children of Hargon. It’s exactly what you asked for and exactly what you deserve!” What followed was an entire three hours of Ryoma laying waste to every single structure of Skelkatraz, fatigue and hunger be damned. Such destruction had inevitably entailed setting the other prisoners free, but the method and fury only left them with fear and concern. Ryoma would not stop until there was barely any sign that a prison was even there. Concluding his rampage at the crematorium on the Puppeteer’s orders, Ryoma begrudgingly awoke Brownbeard whose body was scheduled to be burned. “So you’re alive,” Ryoma growled as soon as Brownbeard was back on his feet, “That means our trip to this putrid prison wasn’t in vain.” “I’m so sorry that this has happened to you,” Brownbeard fearfully apologised Like I said, they - ” Ryoma interrupted by shoving a bag containing several doses of medicinal herbs and a sword into the sailor’s arms, “Next time someone tries to hold you hostage, fight back and heal yourself. Saves us ever having to surrender again.” Ryoma turned to the Inspector, who he had dragged along with him to watch the destruction of Skelkatraz. Even Malroth, who had helped the young Builder lay waste to the place seemed to pity the poor magus. “Skelkatraz is no more,” Ryoma growled, almost completely out of breath, “Now you know what happens next.” The Inspector trembled in fear. “You guys have always been such hypocrites, you know. You say that building is outlawed, yet you yourselves have the guts to build this prison to put human builders in.” The Inspector nodded, too scared to deny it. “You don’t actually hate building,” Ryoma continued, “You just hate when humans do it, because it gives them an unfair advantage over you monsters. You want to stop us humans from getting what we need in order to defeat you and thus be free live our own lives.” “That’s right,” the Inspector replied, “You humans are so weak without your creations that even two slimes working together could beat you! You would have no choice but to follow Hargon’s orders!” “You just want Hargon to have power over us, don’t you,” Ryoma replied as he slit the Inspector’s throat and let his body fall to the ground. “Burn in hell, you megalomaniac sympathiser,” Ryoma growled as the magus’s body dissipated, leaving behind his soul, which burned brightly for a few seconds before fading away.

Ryoma staggered to the docks, his hands stained with bone dust from the skeletons and magic essence from the Inspector. There were two boats - the boat he and Malroth would use to travel to other islands and a familiar-looking slave ship, the latter of which had only just docked. A gargoyle flew out, took one look at Ryoma and Malroth and its jaw dropped. “We sent you here four days ago and already you’ve escaped!?” Ryoma’s rage energised him once more. He sprinted at the gargoyle and threw his Dragonsbane straight into its chest. He lunged on the gargoyle as it screamed in pain and yanked the blade out of its body before leaping onto the ship and killing its mates with a mere few slashes. Ryoma proceeded to dump a heap of dry grass and oil on the ship before using a torch to set it alight. “Wow, you really are mad at these guys,” Malroth sighed, shaking his head. “This part of the game should never have existed,” Ryoma hissed back. “Game? What are you talking about,” Malroth asked, his head leaning to one side. “You wouldn’t understand,” Ryoma replied, “You’re just a character, bound to a script. Let’s get out of here.” Before Ryoma, Malroth or Brownbeard could set foot on their boat, the other prisoners, still in their raggedy rags, had followed them onto the docks. “C-can we come with you,” one of the prisoners asked, “Since you destroyed Skelkatraz... we don’t have anywhere to live!” “Are you kidding,” another exclaimed, “That boy and his mate are madmen! Didn’t you see their frothing rage as they wrecked the place?” “But what about us! He never hurt us! Sure he grabbed me, but that was just to move me out of the way so I didn’t get destroyed!” “That builder is scary! For all we know he could be worse than our captors!”

It had taken several round trips to get all the former prisoners of Skelkatraz to the Isle of Awakening. While some were pleased as punch to finally be free, others, fearful of Ryoma and Malroth, had made it clear that they only came because they had nowhere else to go. But after the first trip back to the Isle of Awakening, Ryoma had already disembarked, and he was nowhere to be seen.

#crossover #dragon quest builders 2 #skelkatraz #fire emblem fates #malroth #ryoma #spoilers #au #au crossover #gorewarning #tw violence #tw gore #swear warning #skelkatraz sucked there was no freedom or building it is the worst part of the game #destruction #rage

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crewhonk · 5 years

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...Of The Line (1)

A series collaboration with @nomadsgrogers where she writes for Giovanna as the reader! We’re just projecting onto our writing, its FINE

Series Summary: Steve watches YN Banner grow up before his eyes– from a shy, dorky sixteen-year-old to a fierce, brilliant woman who never fails to keep him on his toes. He knows that she’s untouchable, but that doesn’t stop him from being completely wrapped around her finger for the rest of his long life.

Series Warnings: Mutual Pining, age gap, gun use, these two are idiots– seriously they’re so dumb, slow burn, injuries

Pairings: eventual Steve Rogers X Banner!Reader, eventual Buky Barnes X OC!Stark

Chapter Summary: YN says goodbye to her best friends and watches as the events of The Winter Soldier go down. YN visits her best people in the hospital.

Words: 4.1K

@nomadsgrogers version >> (” Till the End...”) Introduction

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2014, two years later

Eventually, Giovanna had left to join Natasha and Steve in their work with SHEILD in Washington about a year after Natasha and Steve had initially left. They had come back for a short reprieve from work and were set off to go work to save lives again— 361 kilometres away. Giovanna had called it her first real mission as an Avenger while both YN and Tony had called it bullshit and begged her to stay. YN was never much for goodbyes— moped around for days until she found herself showered and in the lab. A bad habit that Giovanna critiqued her about.

“You really don’t have to leave, you know.” YN frowned, pulling her best friend into a hug and burying her face into her neck. Giovanna drew circles between the middle of her shoulder blades and stayed silent until YN pulled away and wiped her nose with her sleeve. Natasha joined the group of girls and pulled YN under her wing, kissing her temple and hugging her close. Nat had since bonded with the two younger women, now on the cusp of nineteen, taking them under her wing and training them when she could— watching movies and laughing long into the night when she was able.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with us?” Natasha’s suave, carefully selected speech patterns disappeared around the two girls— something that rarely ever happened. “I could really use a hand keeping Captain Bad Idea in line,” Natasha smirked and YN rolled her eyes and laughed, refusing to let the sudden heat blossoming on her face stop her from functioning like it usually did.

Steve Rogers had grown on her— he had become something less like a celebrity crush in 2012 to something deeper. Her adoration for the man had rooted in her lungs, constricting her breathing until it seemed she would never be able to breathe again.

Not to be dramatic.

But it was true that the two had become closer. They trained together, ate together, watched shitty 80’s movies until the crack of dawn and then crashed on separate end of the same couch together. They kept touching to a minimal— an unspoken rule between the two which only caused for a rock in the progress of relationship building. Both, as the team knew, were very needy with touch and it only seeded the idea that the other person felt no real romantic interest in the other. That, and Steve’s consistent fear of making her crumble under his hands— young and fragile and too good for him.

YN’s eyes flickered over to where Steve was chatting with Tony and Bruce softly, allowed her eyes to rake over his appearance once, very quickly and then smiled back to her girls.

“I think you’ll be fine. You got Blind Enthusiasm over there to help you.” She nodded her chin towards Giovanna who seemed affronted at her statement.

“Hey! I’m not Blind Enthusiasm. Maybe Sassy Regret.” Giovanna pulled both Natasha and YN into her arms and squeezed them both close. Their foreheads touched for a few seconds before she pulled away and let her hand rest on YN’s cheek.

“Don’t blow anything up while I’m gone,” Giovanna warned.

“It’s no fun without you.” YN winked back, finishing their classic statement goodbye— uttered mostly when one left for coffee runs or actually went to bed at a time which humans usually did.

“Wanna say goodbye to him?” Natasha’s eyes flicked over to Steve who was watching them. YN’s eyes locked with his own and she shot Steve a small smile, raising her hand and giving a shy wave. Giovanna scoffed quietly to herself, toeing the ground with her sneakers at the innocent move.

Behind closed doors, YN rarely had a filter on the topic of Steve Rogers. Hashing out everything she wanted him to do to her and everything she wanted to do to him, sometimes in such great detail even Natasha, when she was able to join, would blush. Now, in the midst of that same man, YN was reduced to a blushing, quiet sixteen-year-old version of herself.

YN was like a pit bull raised in a good family— her bark was most certainly worse than her bite.

“Nah. We already said goodbye.” YN smiled, looking away from Steve who seemed to be less than keen on doing the same. Giovanna and Natasha’s identical smirks dropped at the very same time.

“Okay, great. We’re going to have a FaceTime session tonight and you’re going to spill everything.”

“Everything?”

“Every. Single. Thing.”

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The tower was lonely without the chaos that ensued during the previous three and a half years, all due to the rapidly advancing education that was YN Banner and Giovanna Stark’s life. There were no crashes from the lab on the 52nd floor, as YN was played out on the couch, uninspired and bored out of her mind at one in the morning. She had been throwing up a stress ball into the air, catching it all the while glaring at the holograms on the table in front of her. When the hologram flickered for the third time in ten seconds she growled and threw the stress ball at it, eyes flashing neon green only briefly.

“Woah! Squish, you okay?” Bruce exclaimed, walking around the table and rubbing the spot on his forehead where the ball had collided. YN muttered an apology as her dad sat down next to her, watching the diagram of a blood cell rotate in front of them.

“Been better.” She mumbled, taking the stress ball back from her father and digging her nails into it. Both Bruce and Big Guy took notice, and they were equally concerned.

“What’s goin’ on?” He tried. He was usually wonderful at this father-ing schtick but ever since he had left when she was only sixteen, she had become increasingly independent. Now almost twenty, she was a full adult and Bruce had no idea where he belonged anymore.

“I just— God. I want to think I’m a grown up. I want to think I’m independent from other people and can function without another person but I don’t think I can do that. I’ve always had you and when I didn’t I’ve always had Gio and Natasha and Steve and Tony. I’m no good alone.” YN ranted, tears welling in her eyes and Bruce could feel his heart melting and breaking both at the same time.

“You don’t have to be alone, you know. Humans are social creatures. We don’t do well alone. We’re meant to be in packs and we’re meant to have those social bonds. Independence for us in the wild usually means death— in modern times it just sometimes means everything short of that.” Bruce hummed and he wrapped his arm around his baby girls shoulders. She sniffed into his neck and wiped tears away from her eyes.

“But Gio’s independent. So are Steve and Natasha and I don’t get why I can’t be like that.” Her voice was thick as she spoke.

“Because you’re you. You don’t have to be like them. There’s no shame in leaning on people, you know.” He mumbled and Big Guy seemed to agree, chest rumbling in agreement. There was as silence before YN’s quiet voice rang out loud and clear.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere, right, Papa?”

Bruce’s heart skipped a beat and he pulled her closer, squishing her to his chest and blinking back tears.

“I’ll stay right here just as long as you want me to, okay?”

“Okay.”

Another Pause.

“Wanna help me try to figure out our blood?”

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It was a week before ‘Tonights’ FaceTime could take place, as both Natasha and Giovanna had been swept up in the life and work of SHEILD. It was seven at night when YN’s phone rang by her side, laptop on her lap in bed playing “The 100”. The phone chimed, and YN in all of her excitement nearly launched her computer from her legs in her hurry to answer it.

“Hi!” She said excitedly, shutting her laptop and pulling her covers closer to her chest. On her screen were her best friends, faces squished together and smiling so widely. The flush on Giovanna’s cheeks was a telltale sign they were at least a glass and a half into their wine.

“Baby girl!” Giovanna almost squealed, and YN’s heart clenched. Oh, how she had missed the Stark energy because sure, Tony had it all but there was nothing like seeing it in jammed into a 5’3 Italian firecracker of a girl.

“How’s Washington? Oh my gosh, have you met Obama yet? What about Michelle? Are her arms as magnificent as they look in pictures?” YN rushed, and the two girls laughed.

“Washington is good! It’s too vanilla for my taste.” Giovanna replied and Natasha said something about how it was because the sewer rats were the closest things she ever got to owning a pet.

“No, we haven’t met any of the Obama’s either.” Natasha quelled YN’s thirst for the First Family and YN sat back in mock disappointment.

“Well, then what’re you even doing there?” The others laughed at her response before they both lost their excited exterior. It would never fail to impress YN how in sync Giovanna and Natasha were at almost all times.

“So, don’t think we forgot, little lamb.” Natasha chastised and YN rolled her eyes, before getting up and grabbing a bottle of wine from her wine cooler hidden in the back of her closet. No way was she explaining her and Steve’s goodbye while sober. No, ma’am.

She raised the bottle to her lips and wiped her hand across her mouth.

“What d’you wanna know?” YN resigned herself to what she could picture as hours worth of interrogation.

“Everything.”

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It was the night before the team was about to leave for Washington. Giovanna had already left the common room under the guise of packing, allowing for Steve and YN to have a few hours to themselves under the glow of the city lights streaming through the windows and the television.

Steve could feel his hands clamming up. Sure, he had been alone with YN countless times before, but it was only on his visit back did he notice that YN had grown up. Long gone were her puberty curves. There was that same trademark Banner softness to her, but he didn’t miss the way that her shirt clung to rigid muscle when she was straining herself in the gym. He didn’t miss the lines of her calf and thigh muscles whenever she wore those tight black shorts that made his head spin. He didn’t miss the curl of her wild hair or how her eyes seemed to droop in a way that made his heart stutter whenever she looked at him.

He had been alone with YN before, countless times. She never failed to make him feel like a 16-year-old kid in Brooklyn, though.

“You know, I’m really gonna miss nights like these.” She said, curling into the cushion of the couch and pulling her blanket to her chin— comfort habit, he had learned.

“Whatd’ya mean?” He asked, suddenly not at all interested in the movie playing in front of them. He knew this was an iconic 90’s movie but he couldn’t care less about anything that didn’t involve YN.

“You and me all curled up. I mean, come on. Showing movies to Captain America for the first time?” She giggled sleepily at his eye roll.

“As if I care about it, honestly.” He mirrored her position, facing her and leaning on the back of the couch.

“Why don’t you care about it? Clueless is one of the best movies out there.” YN tried to sound offended, but she couldn’t find it in herself to sound anything but nervous and breathy. Steve’s eyes were drooping, fighting hard to stay awake and watching her with a softness he rarely showed anyone. In some wild, delusional state, she could almost believe what Giovanna and Natasha told her— that he could come to love someone like her.

“Not my type.” He muttered, forcing himself to keep his hands from reaching out and placing them on her bare arms. God, all he wanted to do was run the back of his knuckles over her skin. Wanted to make goosebumps erupt all over her body. Wanted to make her suck in a breath and look at him through those innocent, peering eyes.

Steve kept his hands to himself.

“What is your type?” She whispered, and his heart climbed violently up his throat. He coughed once to get it back to where it belonged and when that didn’t work, he pulled away farther from her. He couldn’t— she was too young and good and pure and everything he would ruin.

He wouldn’t ruin YN Banner.

“We should get you to bed, okay, Sugar?” He said, glancing absently at the time before rising slowly to his feet. He wanted nothing more than to curl up against her, soak her in enough for him to survive the next few months away. He stopped himself, however, filling his arms with blankets and pillows and waiting for her to stand and join him.

She almost looked disappointed he didn’t help her. Definitely looked disappointed he was ending the night.

She only nodded, however, and wrapped her blanket around her shoulders like a cape, following him to the elevator in silence and riding up in silence. Only speaking again when they reached her floor. She stepped out, turning around and placing her hand on the door so it wouldn’t close on her. She was quiet for a time, trying her very best to memorize the way blue skin had found a home in the inner corners of his eyes. How the left side of his nose was just a little crooked. Remember the cleft of his chin and the swell of his bottom lip. She sniffed and nodded and stepped back.

“I’ll miss you, grandpa. Don’t know who I’ll make old people jokes about anymore.” She forced a playful smile over her tired face and he mirrored it.

They were both so close, but so, so far away.

“I’ll miss you, Sweetheart. Don’t know who’s gonna make you get to bed in time for your afternoon nap.”

“Guess you’ll have to come back soon, then.”

Then, the elevator door slid shut with a quiet ‘ding’.

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YN had thought them to be dead. Nick, Steve, Natasha, and Giovanna killed in a gun battle in the middle of Washington. She had thought them dead until she got the call. It was Tony who called, half out of his mind with worry but voice dripping with relief.

“They’re alive, YN. News— look at the news.” She listened to her uncle, ran down the hall of her floor to the common room with television in it and flicked on the channel. Sure, Tony may have been only five floors away, but she was suddenly very familiar with the feeling of her legs and arms and heart going numb.

The flashing red at the bottom screen told her this was live. Large hellicarriers armed to the teeth were falling on Washington, a collection of live footage from the news crews and videos from Twitter streaming on the screen, and YN cried out when a rather shaky video caught sight of Giovanna, fighting, yelling, bleeding through her uniform but alive. YN let out a dry sob and leaned forward on her knees, putting her head in her hands and crying into them despite the lack of tears streaming from her eyes.

Then, when she looked back, she saw him. Angry, and scared and like Giovanna, bleeding but very much alive. He looked to be running— chasing after someone who was singlehandedly taking out an entire SHEILD battalion.

She didn’t care. Her guys were alive.

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The quinjet ride to Washington was only half an hour, but both YN and Tony could have sworn it would have been easier to walk themselves. The jet landed on the roof of the hospital and she sprinted side by side with Tony down the stairs, bursting through the doors of the VIP section the hospital had closed off.

Large men in combat greens were lining the hallways, guns on their shoulders and there was an eerie silence in the hallway.

“Ms. Stark is in room 567, Captain Rogers is in the room next to her— 569.” The nurse, nervous and excited at the sight of the Tony Stark in her own hospital making her voice higher than usual.

“I need— I’m sorry.” He whispered once they got to the rooms and YN rolled her eyes, pushing him towards his daughters' room.

“Go, we got all day. I’m gonna go see Steve.” YN tried to ignore the way Tony’s worried eyes gave away to something almost teasing, and she turned around to the room 569, knocking on the ajar door and smiling at the man in the room.

He was sitting next to an unconscious Steve. His dark skin and dark eyes stunned her— a man of genuine beauty was protecting Steve. He looked at her, eyes intense and guarding.

“Who’re you?” His voice was suave and the gap in his teeth was charming. YN tried to fight back the urge to walk over and tell him just who she was— he obviously cared much for Steve. The bags under his eyes and the stains on his shirt were dead giveaways that he hadn’t left the hospital in a few days.

“YN Banner. Who are you?” Her voice was strong, and her gaze landed on Steve who looked very much worse for wear. A large gash that was deep enough to require stitches extended from the corner of his mouth to his earlobe, a black and green and red bruise on his opposite cheek let her know that the bone underneath his skin must have been completely shattered. The hospital gown he was wearing was pulled to the side to show more blossoming bruises and YN coughed, trying to rid her throat of the sudden lump that had taken root there.

The man made a noise of surprise and joy, a wide smile blossoming over his face before he stood and extended a hand.

“Sam Wilson. Wow, the famous YN Banner. Steve and Giovanna never shut up about you this whole week, it’s nice to put a face to the name. Nice to meet you, Steve’s girlfriend, YN Banner.” He smirked and his smile grew at the way she spluttered in surprise.

“I’m— we’re not— I’m not—“ She rushed, cheeks flaming to the tips of her ears. Sam laughed and stepped closer, moving to walk by her and out of the room, knowing she would want some alone time.

“He said the same thing when Gio and Natasha called him your boyfriend. Got more red, though.” And with that, and a clap on the shoulder, Sam walked out of the room.

YN’s gaze drifted back to Steve, and she pressed the backs of her cold hands to her face to try to quell the blush that seemed to have found a home there. She walked over to his side, pulling a chair to his bedside and reaching out, hesitating only slightly before wrapping both of her hands around his much larger one. The knuckles were bruised and bloody, clean stitches already looking to have been removed and she rested her cheek on them, looking at Steve’s face.

It was only a half an hour before his hand twitched in hers, and he grunted at the pain he felt immediately upon waking. He cracked his eyes open slowly, crusted closed with tears and other sleep residue and felt someone's hands tighten around his own.

YN was there, eyes tired but relieved and Steve’s heart rate monitor picked up when she smiled at him, softly.

“Hey,” She whispered over the music from the speaker Sam had brought in. Her tightened her grip on his hands and rested her lips on his fingers— not kissing them, but resting there and Steve cursed the machine beeping continuously and irregularly beside him.

“Hi,” His voice was raspy from the fight and smoke and water they had to pump from his lungs and the breathing tube from the surgeries he had received.

“Whose idea was it to take down SHIELD?” She asked, corners of her lips turning up. She already knew the answer, but it would be nice to have the opportunity to make fun of the man in front of her.

“Gio’s?” He tried and YN laughed against his hand, breath drifting over his knuckles and making the pink of blush creep up his neck. God, how the hell did someone as good as her make him so unbearably nervous. She had gotten even more beautiful in the four months they hadn’t seen each other.

“Nice try, Captain Bad Idea.” YN teased, and she pulled one hand from his grip to brush the back of her fingers against his forehead and his eyes fluttered shut briefly at her touch. To anyone looking into the room, they looked like a couple— two people so in love and so worried for each other, and both Steve and YN knew this, neither too keen on ruining the illusion. They only wanted to stay in this little moment for a few minutes longer— for as long as it took for reality to pull them away from each other once more.

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Soon, Tony interrupted their moment outside of reality, needing to discuss and make plans for the future of the team and whoever remained of SHEILD.

“I’ll be back. Can you eat anything yet?”

“I think so,” His voice was quiet and he really, truly, desperately didn’t want you to leave— didn’t want to let you go already.

“Okay, I’ll find something good.” YN stood, squeezing his hand once before pulling away slowly and Tony raised an eyebrow at the way Steve almost seemed to reach after it, wanting her to come back so soon.

YN didn’t hear the way Tony teased Steve, comments of ‘gramps’ and ‘you know she’s too smart for you, right?’ Followed quickly by Steve telling him to shove it somewhere the sun didn’t shine. Instead, she walked over to the next room and didn’t even bother knocking before walking in and crossing her arms, glaring at her best friend who looked a little worse for wear.

“You look like shit, babe,” Giovanna said with a wicked grin.

“You’re one to talk. Really? Taking down secret government Nazi’s? Without me? How dare you.” YN dropped her stern act and padded over to Giovanna’s bed, lifting the blankets and curling under them, resting her head on her best friends shoulder.

“Sorry about that.” Giovanna shifted slightly and moved to face YN, glad she had chosen to invade her bed on this side, as she didn’t need to lay on the stab wound she had received only hours before.

“I told you not to die.” YN chastised lightly, and Giovanna patted her shoulder.

“I didn’t— I just got stabbed lightly by sex on legs.” She said and YN looked at her sharply.

“Excuse me?”

And then, Giovanna launched into a story of a man-- the Winter Soldier-- dressed in all black, hair hanging around his face which was, apparently, sculpted by Hades himself.

“And the best part,” Giovanna continued, pausing for dramatic effect. “It was Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier is Bucky Barnes!”

YN’s heart dropped to her stomach and she could feel the blood leave her face.

“What? Steve didn’t say anything about— oh, my God.” YN whispered, and she barely had time to even worry about Steve before Giovanna made a noise in the back of her throat.

“Oh, so you saw your favourite Beefcake before your best friend?” Giovanna teased, relishing in the way YN looked as if she wished the ground would swallow her whole.

“I— you were— Tony needed to see you.” YN stuttered and Giovanna rolled her eyes, squeezing YN closer to her. God, she missed her bumbling, pining, lovestruck best friend.

“Suuuure.”

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arzani-fuchsia · 4 years

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6 for shanks/benn if that’s okay ? I just want you to know that you’re amazing and an inspiration

6. “Are you kidding me? We’re not fine!”

“I am not going in there with you,” Benn stated adamantly. His eyes flickered from his young captain to the marine basis and back to the redhead. Shanks may be his captain, but Benn still had his own mind and he actually treasured his life. Breaking into a marine basis was a suicide mission, especially when you called yourself pirates. Hard to believe but Benn had to count himself into that category, too, now. Thanks to that chaotic brat in front of him.

What had gotten into him, calling a fifteen-year old his captain, and letting him decide what to do?

“Aw, Benny, don’t be a scaredy-cat,” Shanks answered him, with a mischievous grin on his face. It looked too cheeky to lead to any good. But despite his brain telling him No, No, No he harrumphed and crossed his arms.

“I am not a scaredy-cat. I am keeping me and obviously you out of trouble and prison so far.” Why was he even arguing? He could just let Shanks run into his doom and not care. But that was the crux. He did care. Two months with that boy and he had lost his heart… and obviously his last few brain cells, as well.

Instead of seeing reason, though, Shanks only laughed. Holding up his hand, he presented Benn with his pinky finger. “I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

“As if you can do that,” Benn just mumbled begrudgingly but still linked his own pinky finger with Shanks’. Staying outside was out of the question. The life of his captain was too important for that. He was so doomed.

***

They were running through the hallways of the marine basis, a mob of angry soldiers shortly behind them. Benn should have listened to reason, but no - No - he had to follow Shanks and steal an eternal port. He didn’t even know what they needed that eternal port for. They were sailing through the East Blue as it was and he doubted they would head for the Grandline anytime soon. Didn’t matter now, anyway.

“Why have I let you talk me into this?” Benn muttered under his breath, rounding a corner. Shanks was right beside him, their patter of feet a constant tap tap tap on the ground. Something bubbled inside him that tasted like anger, but more towards himself, because he had known and yet, here he was.

“Ah, don’t worry, we’re fine,” Shanks replied, carefree. He even smirked and the sight made Benn stop in his tracks, turning to the boy. What had been bubbling inside him now boiled over. Forgotten where the soldiers that followed them, forgotten was the situation they had maneuvered themselves into. Forgotten was the danger it represented.

“Are you kidding me? We’re not fine!” He shouted at Shanks, even though he didn’t want to and regretted the moment he had let the words slip his mouth. Shit, he really should work on his anger issues. He knew it wasn’t directed at Shanks, but at his own failings. After all it was his fault, they had been recognised. For a moment he hadn’t watched out and it had all gone south from that point.

His ears rang from the heaviness of his own voice, looking at Shanks incredulously. Then a shot rang and Benn’s head turned around. One of the marines had raised his gun. Everything seemed to go a notch slower, time running by before him. Benn knew that bullet would hit him and all he could think about was that the last thing he had done in his life was shout at his captain. Misery spread through his veins, he was such an idiot… and then he was shoved aside.

With his back he crashed against the wall. His breath left him, something washed over him and a pressure in his mind made his knees wobbly. Slipping down the wall, he wondered what just had happened.

Blinking, he tried to process the scene but it took him a second to realize that all the soldiers were down. Unconscious, lying on the floor. How… Who? Letting his gaze wander from the marines to Shanks, he saw that his captain was shivering. Had he did this?

“Shanks?” he asked quietly, not trusting his voice. Benn was sure it would fail him.

The redhead turned, slowly, looking at him. His eyes raked over Benn’s form and there was something in his eyes, Benn couldn’t quite process. Not being able to stand that gaze, Benn averted his eyes - and gasped shocked. Without thinking about it he pushed himself up and reached for Shanks’ arm.

“Shit, you’re bleeding.” His voice became heavy with guilt. “I am so sorry, that’s my fault.” Slowly the blood turned Shanks’ white shirt red. It scared him.

“Don’t worry, Benn,” Shanks said. He sounded exhausted and it was a reason more for Benn to not have any of that. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he protested and slowly, carefully pushed the sleeve up. It was a minor scratch, but Benn still fished for a handkerchief he knew he had and bandaged the wound. They would need to get back to their small boat, so he could give it a proper treatment. This had to do for now, though. Looking back into Shanks’ eyes, the strange expression had made way for weariness. A sentiment Benn couldn’t place, neither understand. After all it was his fault this had happened.

He was taken by surprise when Shanks brushed a strand of his hair out of his face. “I’m sorry I attacked you, too. I hadn’t wanted to but I was angry.”

Benn didn’t understand any of Shanks’ words.

“What are you talking about, you didn’t -”

“That wobbly feeling, the pressure on your mind. That was me,” Shanks interrupted him, when Benn had wanted to protest. Becoming silent, he just listened. He wanted to understand what Shanks was saying, especially as he had felt a pressure in his mind. “I thought you trust me, and then this guy shoots you and I couldn’t … I’m your captain. I have to keep you safe and I … don’t know how to explain.”

It dawned on Benn that the marines must have felt the pressure as well. That it was the reason why they lay on the ground now, their minds blown out like a candle. The how still escaped him, but that may be a matter for another day. What mattered at the moment was the lost look on Shanks’ face. Without thinking about it, Benn reached for Shanks’ hand and took it.

“I do trust you,” he said, sighed and then raked with his free hand through his hair. “What I don’t trust are my own shortcomings. I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

A gleam returned to Shanks’ eyes and the sight made Benn’s heart beat a little faster. He was in too deep for this boy… men… his captain. He just was. A moment later arms wrapped around his neck. All Benn could do was return the hug and bury his nose in the crook of Shanks’ neck.

“Thank you,” was whispered into his ear. Yet, Benn felt he was the one in need to say those words. He would. By working on himself and become a better man for Shanks.

When they let go, Benn made a move with his head to indicate they should go. He didn’t want to stand here for too long. It was still a marine basis they were in. “We should go.” And then, when they had started to walk, again. “Whatever you did there, can you teach me, too?”

“Ah, well,” Shanks said, scratching the back of his head. A grin made its way back on his face, “that really depends.”

Whatever that meant. Benn would surely find out.

***

“Hey Benn,” Shanks called, and Benn turned to face his captain. The redhead made his way to him with a bright smile on his face. Giving him a peck on the lips, Benn raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. When Shanks showed him an eternal port, memories rushed through his head. “Remember this?”

“Of course, how could I forget?” Benn murmured. He had grown, since that day. It had thought him a lot. His arms wrapped around Shanks’ back.

“Wanna go there, finally?” Shanks asked and Benn only replied with a small smile. His forehead touched Shanks’, taking in the closeness he treasured so much. Behind him, he could hear their crew get ready to set sail.

“Sure,” he murmured into Shanks’ skin. “With you I’ll go everywhere, capt’n. I trust you.”

#my writings #shanksbenn #shanks #benn beckman #ben beckman #akagami no shanks #redhair shanks #opfanfic #pre-slash #I guess #thank you for the prompt and the compliments #sooooo nice <3 #Anonymous

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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FFT: valentines day episode; drew gulak

Notes:

So this was sent to my main’s ask by @vonschweetz and I had to throw it on here on it’s own post to preserve it. I really enjoy writing these two so maaaybe I’ll do that on here. We’ll see.

Summary:

The one in which New Day and friends stage a dating show to attempt getting two clueless idiots to interact. And then said clueless idiots wind up kissing. Fluff. Humor.

Warnings:

uhh.. crude humor at times, shenaningans.

Pairing:

Drew Gulak x OFC, Kasey.

Her cell phone was going nuts on the pillow beside her head and she swore, reaching out for it. This sent it flying across the room and Kasey rolled towards the edge of the bed, trying to reach as far as possible to answer the damned thing and quiet the sounds of AC/DC blaring loud enough to wake the dead.

“Answer your phone, woman.” Ruby called across their shared hotel room before shoving her head back beneath the pillow. Kasey grumbled and mimicked her and finally hopped out of bed, reaching for the phone in a hurry just to turn and dive back into the covers, burrowing down.

“K?”

“Speaking, what up, E?”

“Did you totally forget what today is?”

“Uh… It’s..” Kasey swiped down the top of her phone screen to see the date and time. “It’s Friday?” she questioned as she turned over onto her side, punching at her pillow to get it lumpy again like she liked it. Definitely should’ve gone with anything but memory foam this shit is not worth one solid fuck, she lamented to herself as she listened to Big E laughing and explaining to Xavier and Kofi, “She overslept. I told you guys she’d oversleep, didn’t I?”

“Wait, what’s going on?” Kasey sat up in her hotel bed, rubbing at her forehead. She got the distinct feeling that she was forgetting something huge.

Big E filled in the blanks for her. “You said you were going to be on our Valentine’s episode of UpUpDownDown.. For science.” Big E air quoted the words as he tried not to laugh and shook his head at Kasey’s obvious still half asleep brain function. “Just come down to the conference room off the lobby, that’s where we set this up at, K. I got you cinnamon twists.”

It all came rushing back to her then. She’d agreed to Valentine’s Day fuckery, on the grounds that her best guy friends would logically NEVER manage to guess who she had a thing for on their roster, let alone get the guy to agree to come onto the show himself. Literally, none of the three knew who it was because she’d never ever ever even hinted at being interested in this man as far as she knew. Kasey was still having a hard time getting her head around just who she’d managed to fall for herself if the truth had to be told.

“Cinnamon twists?” she yawned hopefully, hurrying to get out of bed. She grabbed for the first tee shirt she saw, laughing at the irony when she realized it was the gag gift that Paige got her as an unValentines day present and given her the night before. Her eyes settled on the hospital mask sitting beside it because the shirt came with it and she laughed, shrugging the shirt down over her body. She grabbed for the hospital mask and slipped it onto her head and after a few minutes more, she finally found her most comfortable pair of black Underarmour sweats. The baggiest ones. As she slid them on, she asked Big E, “All I gotta do is like.. show up, right? I don’t have to be fancy? Because I’m gonna be real with you, E. I stayed up way later than you and the guys. I was still on that game room at 3.”

“Jesus, woman! Good lord have mercy. We all specifically told you to go to bed. Why the heck?” Big E chuckled, shaking his head as he put her on speaker so that the three ‘bachelors’ and Kofi and Xavier could hear her. Heath spoke up with a low whistle, “Woman, do you ever even attempt this adult thang? Like, even at all?”

“I mean, I try..” Kasey bit her lip, glaring at the phone in her hand, laughing as she flipped it off. “Okay, I’m heading down now. As soon as I find my hoodie. And my left sneaker because it’s gone. Oh yeah.. I threw it when I saw that spider.” Kasey spied the fire engine red Vans peeking out from behind the dresser by the hotel room door and she put it on, grabbing her hoodie and throwing it around her shoulders.

The entire way down to the lobby, she busied herself with stalking a certain Submission Specialist’s instagram posts, snorting in laughter at a post that he’d made while wearing a cowboy hat. “Big freakin goof. Absolute dork.”

For anyone to hear her, they’d surely check to see if she ran a fever because the tone in which the words were uttered was.. Soft. Tenderly. Utterly smitten. The elevator doors slid open in the lobby and Kasey stepped off, immediately swearing and swatting when she stepped right into a glittery bright red bunting draped above the elevator. “What the hell? Babies with arrows tried to attack me.” she was still scowling at the glitter flecks on her shirt when she stepped into the room Kofi, Xavier and Big E set up for their little matchmaking skit.

“I swear, just when I think I can’t find anything to make me like Valentines less, they have to go and throw glitter into it. Glitter, man. I’ll be picking this shit off my body for ten years now.”

Xavier chuckled, nodding to the mask over Kasey’s mouth. “Paige actually got it for ya, huh? Me and E started to but E, he’s insistin there’s a softy buried somewhere in that hellion facade you’ve got.”

“I love you too, X.” Kasey’s voice was muffled and Jinder spoke up. “Maybe try talking without the mask? It muffles your voice.”

Kasey’s cheeks heated as her eyes settled on a barely awake Drew Gulak, obviously of a similar mindset to her, just portraying it much neater. Somehow the man wore sweats as seductively as he wore thousand-dollar suits. She swallowed hard and poked out her tongue at him when she happened to see him glancing at her a little bit. She managed to throw a middle finger up at Kofi in jest when he teased her about still being asleep at almost 1 pm.

“I sleep late.” Kasey shrugged, sprawling into the chair seated in front of the three men. “Sup, boys.” she nodded nonchalantly, trying not to focus on Drew but finding it mission impossible. She tore her eyes off of him to look back and call out to Big E, “I believe I was promised cinnamon twists?”

“Take off the mask first, K.”

“E, c’mon.” she playfully stomped her foot, pouting up at her friend. Big E held the cinnamon twists out of her reach and took one, dangling it over his mouth. Kasey jumped out of her chair, grabbing, but she fell short, settling lazily on the floor in front of Heath and Jinder who were chuckling. Heath spoke up, smirking at Jinder. “You still sure you wanna do this, man? Lil bit gets feral over food.”

“I do not go feral. I’m little. I gotta eat.” Kasey pulled herself off the floor and pouting the entire time grumpily, she raised the mask she was wearing so that it sat on her hairline instead of over her mouth. Heath ducked out of sight and she raised a brow, eyeing Jinder. “When he disappears, it worries me. Fuckery always follows.”

Sure enough, Heath steps out with one of his daughter’s Nerf bow and arrow toys, with a sheet draped over his tee-shirt and jeans. The arrow he shot in Kasey’s direction bounced off her forehead and she grabbed it, throwing it back towards him. “Doofus!”

From the back of the room, Big E and Jinder were talking back and forth quietly and watching the way Kasey and Drew were both making valiant efforts to to stare at each other for any actual amount of time but failing miserably. “They’re so obvious.”

“Too obvious.” Big E agreed, chuckling as he rubbed his chin. Kofi clapped his hands together and spoke up, taking control of the chaos erupting in the room just as Kasey tripped over the hem of her sweat pants and found herself falling right on to the lap of Drew Gulak.

Drew coughed and shifted in his seat a little, eyeing her in concern. “Are you alright?” he chuckled quietly.

Kasey honestly wanted to say something, but instead of words coming out, her mouth just opened and closed and opened and closed for quite a few seconds. Finally, she managed to get a hold of herself and she leaped off of Drew’s lap after muttering an apology, taking off after Heath all over again to assault the ginger male with one of the foam arrows he’d shot at her.

Drew sat there, watching her. Before he could stop it, the slightest hint of a grin was tugging at his lips and he took a deep breath, clearing his throat loudly and firmly when Kofi stepped up, clapping his hands together. Xavier almost wanted to burst out laughing as he watched Kasey, a literal hellion, go from darting around the room in pursuit of Heath to standing still, eyes glued to Drew Gulak. Tony Nese chuckled to himself quietly and smirked. This whole plan that Jinder and Big E had absolutely had to work because watching the way the two of them were almost painfully aware of one another and yet, going above and beyond to hide the fact was… Something else. And not only that, but if the two were in the same place at the same time, the air was so thick around them that nobody could really breathe.

Tony also knew it was driving Drew insane. Something had to be done.

“Everybody ready to get this started?” Xavier smirked as he asked the question, plopping down a stack of index cards onto Kasey’s lap. “This is your show, half-pint.”

“What are these?”

“Well, we were thinking.. maybe since this is a dating show, maybe you should ask questions. Since you did agree to be the one looking for love.” Kofi just had to tease her about it and Xavier chuckled, nodding in agreement, watching her read through the questions. “It’s just the standard stuff.” he assured her, even though he knew full damn well that no, it was not. The questions all seemed to lean so that if everything went as planned, the odds were tipped heavily in Drew’s favor.

“And nobody trusted you to write your own.” Heath butted in, smirking and laughing as Kasey shot him the bird and gave a soft laugh, her hands going to her face as she felt it heating up all over in a blush. “I can’t ask this shit, guys!” she laughed as she shook her head.

The sleeves of her hoodie almost swallowed her hands, Drew couldn’t help but notice it. It was probably the most adorable thing.. It definitely had him imagining her stealing something of his and wearing it and that mental image sent him straight down the path of shifting around in his seat to attempt getting the situation currently on the rise under control. All it took was her tripping and landing in my lap, the thought taunted him as he caught himself watching her as she read through the questions to kind of get herself used to them.

“What the hell kind of.. Who made up this one, huh? Would I rather wear heels or endure childbirth? Y’all..” Kasey shook her head, cycling through the cards as she tried to choose the first one she wanted to ask. As soon as she saw it, she smirked. “Okay, first question.. If I were a twinkie, what would you fill me with?”

Drew coughed and shifted in his seat again as he tried to come up with an answer, any answer, that didn’t sound as filthy as he was 100 percent sure that the man on either side of him was going to give.

Jinder was up first and he leaned in, winking and smirking as he rubbed his chin, shushing Heath. “Shh man, this is a serious question.” he told his friend before fixing his eyes on Kasey. “I can’t say it on youtube for reasons… but you get it.” he winked and Tony snickered, nudging Drew. “Your turn.”

“I, uhh.. Hm..” Drew felt himself getting irritated. If this were literally anything else, if he weren’t being put on the spot -against two men who probably had a far better chance than me to begin with he thought to himself grimly, he’d know exactly what to say. After a few seconds, he shrugged. “Cream filling.”

“Sir.”

Kasey bit her lip and fidgeted, not even daring to attempt meeting his gaze. She couldn’t because unlike him, she had a dirty mind and right now, that dirty mind was taking her down a whole other path entirely. She looked at her lap, trying to pull herself together, pretending to be focused on the next question.

“Whooo boy.. He went there. On youtube.” Tony teased his best friend, clapping his hands together as he called out to Xavier, “Man, I hope you guys weren’t going to upload this. Because yeah.”

“You’re the one with a dirty mind.” Drew glared at Tony slightly, taking a deep breath. “Cream filling is what’s inside a Twinkie, is it not?”

“Hey man, I’m not the one who went Fifty Shades of Gulak up in here.” Kofi snickered, waving his hands as he shook his head. This episode wasn’t ever going to be uploaded, they were merely pretending to shoot it. To give their two best friends the nudge needed to finally make a move of some sort.

For the sake of Valentines Day. And love.

“How was that … Nevermind.” Drew realized just how everyone in the room had taken his answer and he chuckled quietly about it, shrugging. “Okay, I see it now.”

“Okay, Tony.. any witty answers to match up?” Kasey fixed her eyes on Tony for a fleeting second. She found herself more or less darting back to Drew though, watching him while he wasn’t looking. She felt bad because she knew this had to be making him uncomfortable. It was making her uncomfortable too, but she pressed on.

Tony smirked and shrugged. “Unlike some, I’m gonna keep this kid-friendly. So, I’ll say that what I’d fill you with can’t be said on youtube.” he gave her a teasing wink and Kasey eyed him, a slightly annoyed look.

Good, Tony thought, if we just keep laying it on thick, Gulak has got to come out the winner here. Then maybe the ass will finally do something.

“Anyway, next question.. Okay, here.. If you were a dog, what kind of dog would you be? Dawww, this one is actually kinda cute.” Kasey laughed softly as she settled back in her own chair, looking from man to man.

Jinder shrugged. “Dunno.. A pit bull?”

“More like a chihuahua man. You’re harmless, dude. Face it.” Heath taunted his best friend from nearby, Jinder flipping him off. “You’re ruining my game here, Slater. Don’t you have more babies to make, damn.”

“Et tu.” Heath shook his head, laughing.

“Boys, boys.. Focus.” Kasey was laughing herself, struggling to keep her own focus because she kept finding herself watching Drew. Making sure he wasn’t overly uncomfortable. Trying to remind herself that unlike her, he wasn’t the kind of person who didn’t mind this type of stuff.

Big E nudged Xavier, nodding towards Kasey. “She’s trying to make sure Drew’s fine with all this. Aww.”

“I never would’ve thought I’d see the day she caught feelings. It’s too damn cute, man. And she thinks she’s not obvious with it, poor tiny.”

“If she were any more obvious..” Kofi spoke up, rubbing his chin and smiling in amusement.

Kasey took a deep breath, nodding to Drew. “It’s your turn.”

Drew sat there thinking about the question for a few seconds before responding with a smile, “Golden Retriever.”

Kasey smiled. “I actually have a Golden. His name is Leo.” as she found herself getting lost in deep and dark eyes and having to pull herself out and hopefully before anyone else in the room noticed. She turned to Tony and smirked. “Okay, your turn. What kind of dog would you be?”

“Easy, babe. A lapdog.”

“Horn dog is more like it.” Drew couldn’t help but tense as he mumbled it mostly to himself. Next to him, Tony smirked. Between Jinder being all suave and him just purposely being an over-enthusiastic ass, she had to choose Drew.

“I’m glad we’re not really filming this. There is no way we’d be able to air it.” Xavier snickered as Big E nodded in agreement. “It’s getting the two of them to talk a little more though. This is worth it, man.”

“It is. This is definitely worth it. Our boy lights up whenever she walks into a room.”

“I noticed that!”

Kasey snickered as soon as she heard what Drew muttered. Their eyes met and she dared a playful wink, even poking her tongue out at him a little. Drew eyed her, hints of a smile playing at his lips that only had her staring at them intently for a second or two. Just enough to throw her off her game and for Heath to have to clear his throat and remind her that she had more questions to ask before the guys took their turns asking her questions.

“Right, yeah.. I was just.. Uhh.. thinking.” Kasey fidgeted in her chair, fully aware that right now, Drew had his eyes fixed on her like magnets, a thoughtful expression on his face, almost as if he were seriously considering something.

“Okay, here we go. Guys.. Guys.. I swear to God, Jinder and Tony, I’ma sit both of your asses in time out.” Kasey tapped her foot against the railing along the bottom of her chair as she stared them down intently, unamused. They stopped arguing back and forth - or whatever the hell it was they were doing and Kasey cleared her throat, eyes settling on the card in her hand.

“If you could change your name to anything, what would you change it to?”

Jinder shrugged. “I dunno.. Holden MaGroin?”

Tony caught onto it and snickered, trying to resist side splitting laughter. But he couldn’t, and he doubled over, howling in laughter. And then the others started to catch on, snickering and chuckling.

“And you were sayin about Drew making things spicy earlier, hm?” Kasey eyed Jinder, laughing a little as she shook her head and added, “Duuuude, that was so wrong. So wrong.”

“But it made you laugh, princess.”

The use of a pet name and it’s affect on Drew may have gone unnoticed by Kasey, but the second he tensed and gripped the arm of his chair tighter and that jaw set, Kofi nudged Big E. “If we were wonderin if Tony was full of it, I don’t think so. I think Nese is onto something. Maybe it’s not just Kasey with feelings, man.”

Xavier rubbed his hands together gleefully. “This is too good. And it’s amusing.”

“At you, dork face. I was laughing at you. These are supposed to make you reveal inner bits of yourself man.” Kasey retorted playfully. Her gaze settled on Drew and Drew shrugged, getting more comfortable in his chair, making himself hold eye contact as he spread his legs and rubbed a hand over the back of his head. “I wouldn’t, actually. I happen to like my name.”

“Naturally, Andrew.” Tony remarked, making Drew glare at him for a second or two. Tony rubbed his chin. He had to top Holden MaGroin. He had to. “Buster Cherry.”

Kasey caught on before anyone else and she nearly spat out the energy drink she’d taken a sip of. “Nese, fuck. Gross!”

“Well, I mean.. If the shoe fits?” Tony winked and beside him, Drew tensed even more. He had absolutely no doubt in his mind that later on, he’d definitely be getting a headlock or something when they were out of everyone’s sight and Drew let down those high walls and let the real Gulak come out. Tony found himself kind of hoping Drew would do that here too. Because maybe if he opened up more, he’d enjoy the experience for what it was.

If he did that maybe he’d finally see that he was already the clear winner, he’d already won when Kasey walked into the room and her eyes settled on the man. Everyone around him but him knew she had a thing for him. It was like one of the biggest unspoken facts among the roster. About both of them, honestly.

“Anyway, moving on. Let me try to find a question one of you two won’t make all dirty and shit. And y’all say I have the filthy mind? How?” Kasey feigned a mocked look of offense at the statement as she said it and shuffled through the cards. “Okay, this one. You cannot possibly make this one dirty.”

“Hey, whoa K.. Don’t challenge these two.” Heath spoke up, chuckling as he shook his head.

“They can make anything dirty.” Drew spoke up, catching himself getting lost in the deep forest green of her eyes and promptly not able to pull himself out of them for a second or two. She was blushing a little, but she was staring right back at him. He tried not to, but the tiniest sliver of hope rose to the surface. Maybe she did at least feel something towards him. Maybe Tony wasn’t full of shit after all.

“Is there a memory you have of me that always makes you laugh?”

Jinder smirked. “Oh yeah, definitely. The time you were trying to prove to Heath that you could put your leg behind your shoulder and you did it, but your leg got stuck and I had to pull it down while also trying to talk drunk you out of a panic. It was cute, to be honest.”

“ Maybe for you! I was afraid I was going to wind up on some reality thing where dumbasses get admitted to the ER and have to have limbs removed or broken.” Kasey cringed, but she laughed too.

Drew snickered a little at the story Jinder told and he thought it over, smiling as the perfect one came to mind.

“The first time I met you, you were trying to smuggle kittens up to your hotel room. You didn’t think anyone saw you, but we were on the elevator and I kept hearing meowing. So I look down and there’s a little orange and white head sticking out of the pocket of your hoodie. And all you did was look at me like a kid who’d just gotten caught trying to steal dessert before dinner.. While sneezing and scratching. I thought it was cute.”

Kasey bit her lip, not sure what to say. She could feel herself blushing and she just prayed to the gods that nobody else did.

Tony cleared his throat. He almost wanted to laugh; did they not realize just how much they were staring at each other? Because to everyone else, it was kind of obvious.

“ There was a match.. I believe it was when Drew decided to go down and confront Cedric.”

Drew found himself eyeing Tony first, wondering where he was going with this and then Kasey because Kasey started to fidget and cough and shift through the questions again… Almost as if what was about to be said was.. Not something she wanted to come out.

Kasey eyed Tony, face growing hotter and hotter by the second. In the back of the room, Heath and Kofi were all but doubled over as Xavier smirked and Big E chuckled. “Well this is going to be interesting.”

Tony cleared his throat and continued, smirking at Kasey. “But I believe you know exactly what I’m talking about. It was the first night I met you, actually. I remember you being frozen in place, yelling at the screen. I won’t even get into the interesting choice of words you had. Drew’s virgin ears.” The remark earned him a glare from Drew, but Drew found himself listening, holding his breath and watching Kasey’s reaction intently.

“Tony..”

“Wait, wait. I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” Tony’s smirk grew and he continued. “Not only was little bit all but cat calling the monitor.. But she turned real quick, probably embarrassed ya know.. Because she was yelling pretty explicit things in the middle of a crowded hallway. When she went to rush off after realizing she may have gotten too caught up, she turned and smacked the edge of the door into catering, I think? And it busted her eyebrow, left one hell of a scratch. So Paige and I actually had to drag her down to the medic. Two liquid stitches, she got herself.”

“Wait, what on earth?” Drew blurted it out before he could stop himself, eyes fixing on Kasey. All Kasey could do was shrug and grumble and stumble over her words while flipping Tony off. “I was having a moment, okay? Jesus, I can’t help it your rage fit got me all hot and bothered!”

Drew gaped at her a few seconds and Kasey bought her knees to her chin, hiding her face in them. “Tony, you’re a dick.”

“I have one, babe.”

“You are one. An actual walking penis.”

“She’s right, that was a dick move, Nese.” Jinder said it, but the second he realized that Drew and Kasey were having a bit of an intent staring contest and weren’t paying the two of them a speck of attention, he tapped Tony’s shoulder and smirking, he gave Tony a thumbs up. Tony mouthed back to him, “I told you, Mahal. I had a secret weapon.”

From the back of the room, Xavier snickered quietly and Big E leaned in, nodding to the two. “So.. are we still taking bets on who will crack first? Because I’m going down with Kasey. I mean she literally almost did.”

“Oh, I’m still saying Drew. Because I can see it in his eyes.” Kofi spoke up as Xavier shook his head and chuckled. “I’m going to go down with the theory that they both crack.”

Kasey took a few deep breaths, trying to center herself. Oh but naturally, she couldn’t do that with Drew gazing at her intently and curiosity gleaming in his eyes. But she tried.

… Oh come on, Tony’s already outed me.. What’s the worst that can happen if I just lean into it?… And that thought is what lead to Kasey standing and making her way over to where Drew sat, still obviously trying to grasp what was going on, but giving a goofy grin the more it sank in for him.

Big E cleared his throat so everyone would look up to the front of the room where only Drew and Kasey really remained at the time being. Tony chuckled and smirked and Jinder muttered calmly, “It’s about damn time.”

“Hold up, is Kasey about to go for it?”

“I think she is, man. I told you, I told y’all. Kasey was going to crack first.” Heath was practically gloating as he laughed out loud after giving a shrill whistle to encourage her.

Kasey took a deep breath. “Hey Drew?”

“Hm?”

Before he could fully process, Kasey was sitting on the edge of his lap, close but not too close. And she was leaning in closer, her fingertips curling in the front of his tee shirt, tugging him closer to her as she focused so intently on whatever she was up to that Drew found himself paying more attention to the look on her face than he did on her, scooting closer to his body.. Or the way her lips collided with his own, her teeth snagging in his lower lip as a hand raised and tugged at his hair when she pulled him into the kiss even deeper. By the time he caught on, he was a good most of the way breathless and trying to figure out what exactly to do with his hands that didn’t seem too forward for the moment and wouldn’t ruin it because the absolute last thing he wanted right now was for her, to stop kissing him. He wound up grasping her lower back with one hand to keep her steady in his lap and tangling his fingers in the curly ends of her hair, the blunt of his teeth grazing against the soft flesh of her lips. Her lip balm tasted like pineapples and he could taste the sugary taste of the energy drink she’d been drinking throughout the duration of the little game they’d all been playing.

One of them sighed, it wasn’t totally clear whether he actually did it or she did, but either way, it sent a smile tugging at Drew’s lips as the kiss broke. From behind them, everyone was laughing and cheering, with Big E clapping aloud and Kofi humming the wedding march and Xavier shouting “Finally! It’s about time, goodness.” as Heath continued to whistle and Tony and Jinder exchanged the money they’d wagered going into all this.

Heath nodded to the door.. “Okay, this kiss has been goin on a while now.. Maybe we should get outta here, let the love birds have some peace?”

“That’s probably the first smart thing you’ve said, toga boy.” Tony teased the ginger male, Heath pretending as if he were going to square up as the collective group quietly made their way out, totally unnoticed by Drew and Kasey, still kissing, almost as if everything around them totally disappeared.

The kiss broke and Drew took a few deep breaths, staring at Kasey wide-eyed. Kasey was gaping, almost as if she didn’t believe she’d actually just done it. She must have been panicking a little, because she was babbling quietly and she went to make a move to stand but Drew, catching onto it, reached out, hands gripping her hips firmly, guiding her back down into his lap as he leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers, his hands raising from where they rested on her hips to gently cup both her cheeks in his hands, pulling her mouth back against his.

“You have nothing to worry about, okay? Nothing. I wanted you to do that. Honestly, I wanted to do that to you first, I just.. Didn’t.” Drew frowned at his own rambling, but deepened the kiss, pulling Kasey completely against him. One of his hands left her cheek, moving down her side to rest against the small of her back and hold her still in his lap. Kasey deepened the kiss, giving a soft laugh as she did so. The thought had just hit her.

It wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility that somehow, their friends arranged this entire thing with this one particular goal in mind. Drew heard the soft laugh and muttered against her mouth lazily, “What’s funny, sweetheart?”

“Oh, nothing, just I think that maybe there’s a smallish chance I wasn’t so good at keeping my little secret and maybe our friends arranged this, because they knew that?”

“Well, if that’s the case then it makes two of us, because if you’re hinting at what I think.. I felt the same way too.” he caressed her cheek, his thumb rolling over it slowly as he gazed into her eyes and smiled, shrugging it off. “And you have no reason to be embarrassed. I mean it. Hey.. do you want to get out of here?”

Kasey giggled as she nodded her head. “I’d love that, actually.”

#drew gulak fanfiction #drew gulak fanfic #drew gulak fic #drew gulak oneshot #drew gulak imagine #// anti valentines day fluff ftw.#// the one in which New Day and a few others try to play cupid #// kissing and fluff

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Day 3 - Abandoned Building Break-in

A spooky prompt right on time for halloween. This time in a college AU, because y’all know I love me some AUs

Nothing much to say besides enjoy the silly nonsense.

~~~

It was a dark and stormy night. Shadows fell over the old abandoned sciences building in Bright Moon University and Glimmer regret every decision that lead her to this place.

It all started with some stupid joke about the haunted science building and, as with anything involving Catra, it escalated completely out of proportion. Now she had to spend the night inside that place, with Catra, so she could prove that she was no chicken.

The good news is that Glimmer would spend the night alone with her crush, the bad news was that she would have to spend the night alone with her crush. Really there were no bright sides to this situation, but it’s not like that had ever stopped her before.

“Ready for our little night of terror?” Catra asked, lighting her lantern under her face for the ‘spooky’ effect.

“Night of terror, really?” Glimmer rolled her eyes, but still smiled “Come on, dumbass, I have a bet to win”

Catra cackled maniacally as she followed Glimmer in, she was clearly having the time of her life. Glimmer wasn’t expecting this overly energetic Catra, but she could certainly get used to it.

“What got into you, today?” Glimmer asked as she slipped under the boards barring the entrance

“What you mean by that, Sparkles?” Catra immediately jumped back to her angry and defensive stance. Wording, Glimmer, wording!

“Nothing like that” She sighed, turning her lantern on to get a good view of the place, the long corridor was empty and dusty, nothing she could use to scare Catra quite yet “It’s just that you’re so...giddy”

“Seriously, princess?” Catra asked, gesturing to the dark depths of the building “I know you’re the most boring person in the world, but how can you look at this and not think haunted houses are the coolest shit ever?”

“This place is not haunted. Haunted houses are not re-” her train of thought was interrupted by a flash of light and the immediate crack of thunder. The closeness to the lightning strike causing her to jump in surprise. Catra could only laugh.

“See? Ghosts get mad if you doubt their shit” Catra pointed out, as if that had proven anything.

“Very funny” She responded, shaking her head. She had no time for this bullshit, she had a whole building to explore and a dumbass to prove wrong. “You coming or what?”

“Do you ask that every time you spend the night with a girl?” Catra smirked, teasingly. Glimmer chose not to answer that.

The dusty old building had proven surprisingly empty, most offices had little in the way of furniture or paperwork left behind and the corridors had been picked clean, with very little clutter left behind.

“Hey, look” Catra pointed her lantern towards a spot on the ground. Glimmer was unsurprised by her find.

“Of course someone came here to get high” She groaned “Couldn’t they at least pick up their trash?”

“You think we’re gonna find like a super stoned ghost or something?” Catra joked “I’m here to like haunt you or something, man. Yo you got a light there, man?”

“Not funny, Catra” Glimmer tried very hard not to laugh at her impression, but she knew if she let Catra keep doing this she would eventually fail so the her best plan was to redirect her attention “Hey, wanna give a look around the biology lab?”

“You read my mind” She answered with a smile. This would be perfect.

~~~

Catra nearly skipped through the biology lab - if skipping was a thing she did, which was clearly not true, shut up! - enjoying the sights of all the abandoned equipment and sex ed pamphlets, all illuminated by the claustrophobic cone of light of her lantern.

This was truly the most fun she had since she graduated high school, it was in great part thanks to all the opportunities to tease Glimmer and now that she found all the jars with ‘preserved specimens’ so many new ideas struck her mind.

“Hey, Sparkles, come over here” She called, but no one responded “Sparkles?” She looked around, but her partner in fright was nowhere to be seen “Sparkles!?” She called again, louder this time. She poked her head outside the labs door’s “Glimmer?”

Just as she was about to leave she felt something cold touch her shoulder, she very slowly turned her head just a bit to see what it was and she was greeted by the sight of five white skeleton fingers clasping her shoulder.

“Ah fuck! Shit! Fuck!” Catra shouted as she jumped away, jerking around desperately trying to get that thing off of her “Shit shit shit!” when the skeleton hand finally fell off she gave it a good kick and sent it flying into the darkness with a loud “Fuck off!” Her momentary relief was interrupted by the sound of laughter. Glimmer’s laughter.

“Your face, your face was just perfect” she roared with laughter once again “Oh you’re lucky we agreed on a no cell phone rule. That clip would have hit my instagram so fast”

“Very funny” Catra grumbled

“Yes, it was” Glimmer teased again, with a little giggle

Catra couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Okay, being humiliated in front of the girl you like and by the girl you like was probably gonna haunt her for longer than any ghost, but damn it if that laughter wasn’t just contagious.

“I guess it was” She joked “But you better get ready for some serious payback, Sparkles”

“Bring it on” Glimmer teased. Oh this night was gonna be the best.

~~~

The rest of the night was surprisingly enjoyable. Catra seemed to take as much joy out of being scared as she did from scaring her and after some time Glimmer started to do just the same. It was stupid of her to see it like that, but this was starting to look more and more like a date.

At some point they sat down in what was left of an office to relax, eat some snacks and talk for a bit. They talked about nothing in particular, college stuff, ghost stories, it didn’t matter really, Glimmer could talk about anything as long as it was with Catra. Hearing her talk was so oddly calming, she hadn’t even realized it until she drifted to sleep.

‘Aww they are so cute’ Catra just barely heard a voice call through the haze of sleep ‘shh they are gonna wake up’ another one responded, this time a little clearer. Catra put on the monumental effort that was getting up in the morning, especially when she felt so cozy, like she was cuddling with a big warm...oh no.

When she opened her eyes she found herself sharing a blanket with a sleeping Glimmer. The sight of her peaceful expression was enough to make her heart skip a beat, but she couldn’t just stay and enjoy it for she had some idiots to deal with.

“What the fuck are you assholes doing here?” She whisper yelled, trying not to wake Glimmer up. Adora, Bow and Mermista all tried and failed to suppress their laughter. That sound was enough to stir Glimmer awake.

“Good morning” She yawned, still not completely aware of her surroundings. She stretched a bit and then froze as she noticed her other friends standing there “Hi….what are you guys doing here?”

“You guys said to meet you at the entrance at sunrise so we could be sure who won” Adora explained, looking at her watch “That was about two hour ago so we decided to come in to check on you”

“But you two are clearly enjoying that extra time, so we’re gonna leave you to it” Mermista teased, before leaving the room. They were both too stunned to react as the trio left - Bow giving them a thumbs up as he went - leaving behind just an awkward silence.

“Sorry” Catra finally said “I’m sure they’ll forget about it eventually. Let’s just pack our things and pretend none of this ever happened” It would be better that way. Glimmer was gonna get teased enough by everyone else, there was no point in her joining in too.

“Actually” Glimmer started, giving Catra just a small sliver of hope “I wouldn’t mind talking about this...or doing it again if we have the time”

“Like a ‘Night of Terror’?” Catra asked, kicking herself internally for the stupid sounding nickname.

“Not necessarily, but like” Glimmer pause, trying to think how to phrase this properly “Like everything else we did, talking, having some snacks, spending the night with each other” Glimmer couldn’t mean what she thought she meant, right?

“Like a date?” Catra tried

“Yeah, like a date” Glimmer finally answered and Catra’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest

“Yes!” She answered, over eager “I mean, sure I guess I wouldn’t mind that”

“You dork” Glimmer giggled and once again Catra was entranced by that sound

That really had been the best night ever, Catra thought to herself, but not for long.

#glimmer #catra #glitra #glitra week 2 #halloween

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4birds-of-a-feather · 4 years

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Chapter 27 - Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight (when it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night) [part 2]

Birds Of a Feather

(In the previous chapters: Layla and some of the guys are trying to prepare a decent New Year’s Eve party, while Eddie and Sara went to watch the final installment of The Godfather saga; an attempt of Ed to become closer to Sara failed miserably)

“Ok, so, I have a ball” Sara was still shaken when she got home and it took her awhile to steady her hand and insert her key correctly into the lock. But what she heard Layla say from the living room, as soon as she pushed the door open, managed to break the bubble of numbness she fell into after the movie. “Alright, go on” Mike prompted Layla to continue as he was sitting right in front of her on the couch, together with the other friends who were forming a sort of semicircle around the girl. “I’ll give it to you, then I’ll give it to you, then to you, and you…” she went on with the game Sara knew too well, addressing the guys one by one “Then I’ll give it to you, Sara, hi!” Everybody in the room turned to greet Sara briefly, only to focus back on Layla a moment later. “Then I’ll pass it to Mike again, then to Stone. Who’s got the ball?” the girl concluded and asked. “SARA!” Mike shouted animatedly. “Hi to you too, Cready. I see you’re already in overdrive despite the early hour” Sara smirked as she hung her jacket and approached the group. “I’m very happy you’re here Miss Fancini but… I wasn’t talking to you, that was my answer to Layla’s game. And I bet I’m right, am I not?” Mike talked gently to her, then turned to question Layla with almost crazy eyes. “No, it’s actually Chris who has the ball” the girl shrugged. “CHRIS?! How can it be Chris? You didn’t even look at him!” Jeff complained from his seat. “It’s Chris, sorry guys. Wanna try again?” “No, thanks, I’m already tired of this and I guess I’m not the only one, am I right guys?” Stone tried to stop the game, not because he was actually bored, but more to prevent the mess his bandmates were gonna make until they’d find the solution. “OVER MY DEAD BODY!” Mike blurted out. “Nobody’s leaving until we guess the right answer” Jeff added. “You mean until I guess the answer” the guitarist pointed out. “Yeah that’s exactly what I meant: until I guess the correct answer, ha!” Ament retorted. <Fuck, this is gonna be rich…> Stone thought as he sipped his beer and enjoyed the show. “Shall I do it again then or not?” Layla chimed in during the verbal fight and everybody nodded yes. “Right. Now… as y’all know by now, I have a ball” she added with a devilish smile. “Oh Jesus” “Shut up Stone! Go on, babe” Jeff yelled and the girl was almost surprised the bass player was using an endearment term to call her instead of the usual Four Eyes or other funny nicknames. <He’s probably being kind only to get some hints> she soon realized. “I pass the ball to Matt, then I give it to you” Layla pointed at Sara and then at different guys in the room and in the end she asked again who had the ball. “Is it Jeff?” Chris tried to guess out of the blue. “Yes, Chris, it’s Jeff! Good job! But why?” the girl pointed at Cornell who suddenly had all eyes on him. “YOU! HOW DID YOU DO IT?!” Mike yelled at the singer who wasn’t really aware of being at the center of the attention in that moment. “I don’t know, I thought… maybe alf… alp… you know the letters, as they go…” Chris hardly mumbled something. “ALPHABETICAL ORDER! IS IT? I KNOW IT IS! AM I RIGHT?” Jeff basically stole Cornell’s answer since he wasn’t in his own mind. “No, that’s not the right answer” Layla shook her head no but Jeff insisted. “What? Of course it’s the alphabet! You said it was Chris, then me” “Did you forget I was the one who had the ball on the first round?” Stone added with an annoyed voice “Then it was Matt, then me again. What kind of alphabet do they teach in Montana?” “Oh right…” Jeff sulked then squinted as if he was trying to concentrate more on the possible solution. “You’re following an order anyway, are you?” Matt asks. <The first question of the evening with some sense, thank God> Layla sighed internally. “No, that’s the point, I’m not following any specific order” she replied but someone misunderstood the answer. “ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU’VE BEEN MAKING FUN OF US FOR AN HOUR AND YOU’RE JUST CALLING PEOPLE RANDOMLY?!” Mike stood up but Sara pulled him down on the couch. “Hey, just relax! That’s not what she meant” she admonished him. “I only meant I’m not following an order but THERE IS a reason why I’m calling people. The reason is that… they’ve got the ball” Layla explained calmly and Mike’s face finally turned back to its natural color. “So it’s because of something we got…” the guitarist nodded but ignored something that someone else was ready to point out. “… And how did you know what she really meant, Sara?” Stone asked right when someone rang the doorbell. “Right! How did you fucking know?” Ament growled and all of a sudden Sara was the focus of the whole attention. “Well, that’s because I was the one who taught her this game” she candidly replied, reaching into a bowl of chips. “WHAT?” Mike gasped and the doorbell rang again. “Err, isn’t anybody going to answer the door?” Layla said, timidly standing up. “Lemme do this, so I can put an end to this stupid cross-examination” her best friend was quicker than her, and went to the front door munching. “Oh, it’s you” she dead-panned, taking a step to the right to let Eddie enter the apartment. “Yeah, I-I just took a walk” he said, stepping inside “Where’s everybody?” “In the living room, wasting time without getting anything done” she shrugged and made her way to the other room, with the guy right behind her. “Hey, it’s Eddie!” Mike enthusiastically greeted him, then patted the space beside him “C’mere, buddy, our dear Layla has been entertaining us with the most mind-blowing game that mankind could ever experience!” “Is that so?” the singer smiled at the girl, then plopped himself where his bandmate had pointed. “It is, indeed!” Cornell chimed in, then looked in Sara’s direction “And her friend, here – what was your name again, darling?” “I can’t believe this… you’re so full of shit, Chris” she snorted, stuffing again her face with other chips “Audrey Hepburn, that’s how people call me” “I can see why, the two of you could practically be sisters!” he retorted, sipping some beer for the umpteenth time “Anyway, as I was saying, miss Hepburn here has confessed to be the one who taught miss Layla this trick of the mind, so we’re gonna extort the solution from her!” “... Over my dead body” “Nobody’s gonna reveal anything to anyone, you’re all gonna play honestly and ask questions and find the solution using reasoning and deduction” Layla tried to have the guys focus on the game. “In that case I think you’d better go and buy an inflatable number 2 balloon because we’ll most likely be still here one year from now without knowing the solution” Stone said, making Layla laugh. <Why is she laughing? Does she think I’m joking?> “Haha, come on! It’s easy! Ok, Eddie you probably don’t know but… I have a ball!” “Alright” Eddie tried to concentrate, especially because he didn’t want to make a poor figure with the girl. “I give it to you first” “Ok” “Then I’ll give it to Mike, then back to you, then back to Mike once again. Then I’ll pass it to Sara, then back to you. Who’s got the ball?” “Uhm… I got the ball” “Yes! Why?” “WHAT?” Jeff yelled. “Beginner’s luck” Mike mumbled between gritted teeth. “Because.. I was the last one to get it?” Eddie tried to guess. “Pfffft! As if it was that easy!” the bass player snorted and had a sudden revelation “Wait, it’s because he arrived last! You’re following the order in which we arrived, right?” “Nuh-uh, I’m following no specific order, I told you! And Eddie’s answer was only 50% correct anyway” Layla went on and dropped another hint. “What do you mean?” this time it was Stone that asked, taking it personally: he pretended he didn’t care but he felt he HAD to find the solution. “Somebody else has got the ball too” El shrugged and the guys went nuts. “WHAT THE HELL??” Mike cried. “... Two balls?” Jeff followed. “Balls usually come in pairs anyway” Chris joked and the room went silent for a couple of seconds before everyone burst out laughing. “Hahaha, you idiot! By the way, Eddie and Chris both have the ball” “Sara, please, put an end to this. Can’t you see we’re suffering?” Matt chimed in, still in stitches. <Weeeell, if YOU ask me, I can’t say no> Sara pondered and it was like her roommate could read her mind. “… NO FUCKING WAY” she hissed and in that instant Sara knew that, since the F word was pronounced, hell could start any minute now. “I don’t wanna know the answer, I wanna play! Try me again” Eddie clapped his hands and winked at Layla. <If I had an actual ball, by now I’d have squeezed it until it exploded…> the girl thought as she went back to being her usual smiley self, trying to act nonchalant. “That's because you’ve just arrived! We’ve been racking our brains over this fucking ball for an hour!” Ament complained, then turned around and, unexpectedly, offered his best puppy eyes to someone else “Ok, Sara, what do you want to spill the beans?” “Cough, cough! I have a ball!” Layla ignored the comments and started it all over, while the other girl gestured zipping up her own lips. “Please!” the bass player pleaded once more, and Sara turned her face just in time – apparently, the puppy eyes were working better than her expectations suggested. “I’ll give it to Mike, then to Matt, then I’ll give it to you, Sara, then I’ll keep it to myself.” the other girl continued, adding another new element “Now, who’s got the ball?” “Now I can see: balls are brain cells going lost during this game” Stone joked but was immediately shushed by everyone. “Is it… Mike?” Eddie tried. “No! It’s Matt and Stone” “... Jesus Christ” Mike face-palmed, letting himself fall on the floor. “And nooow, Sara and I are gonna give you all a moment to ponder” Layla stood up and literally pulled up her friend from the couch and dragged her away from the living room. “El, I don’t know what’s happening to me but I’m starting to pity them. The caveman even begged me! Maybe I should give them the solution…” Sara remarked, still surprised by how low Jeff could stoop to have the solution. <Pity, sure… and Matt’s charming smile has got nothing to do with it, right?> Layla thought as she pushed her friend even more away from the gang’s protests. “C’mon, you don’t have to stay here and tell ‘em the answer!” she exclaimed, while the other girl rolled her eyes. “Look, I’m not partaking in this madn-” “Run along, you have to get changed and ready for the party! There’s no time to waste by dawdling here!” she took Sara by the shoulders and dragged her until they were in front of Jeff’s ex-room “I’m sorry but for the hair and make-up this time you’re kinda on your own, I have to supervise the preparations” “Great loss, now I’m actually offended” the younger girl dead-panned and then faked a noble, detached voice “You’re free to go, servant” “Your Grace is so full of understanding, I shall never thank you enough!” Layla laughed and quickly went back to the living room, afraid of how many different kinds of damage could be awaiting for her, while Sara finally opened the door in front of her. “Nice try, El” she smirked, eyeing the jumpsuit that was lying on her bed “It would be a real shame if somebody were to completely ignore your innocent suggestion…” The girl caressed the velvety texture of the clothing and simultaneously went for one of the dresser’s drawer handles, pulling it towards her without looking at it, but it was apparently stuck. “Oh, fuckin’ great… That asshole obviously couldn’t check if the room was falling to pieces before chivalrously lending it to me” she muttered, trying again with more strength; once again, the drawer didn’t budge. “This is ridiculous – whatever, just lemme grab something quick from the closet so El won’t feel the urge to bug m-” While she was pulling, Sara heard a faint metallic sound, so she looked better and finally found the bitter truth: the closet and every single drawer inside her room had been sealed up with a plethora of lockets. “What in tHE FLYING FUCK IS GOING ON HERE??? EEEEEEEEEL!” she roared, running away from that living nightmare and demanding immediate explanations from her so-called best friend.

“I can’t see why you’re making a fuss about this? You love that jumpsuit, don’t you?” Layla was rubbing her temples as she tried to stay calm and talk to her friend through the door, which had been locked by Sara from the inside. <I should have made the room keys disappear, how could I forget?> “Yeah, I love it, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that I want to wear it!” “It’s lovely and looks great on you and I didn’t buy it for you to keep it in your closet forever! I wanna see my present finally put into good use” That seemed to shut Sara up, leaving her with her mouth open but no words coming out of it. “And I bet everybody’s gonna love it, especially the guys!” Layla added, making the worst mistake. “... OH YEAH, THAT WILL SURELY BE THE MAIN REASON FOR ME TO WEAR IT” her best friend regained consciousness “PLEASING GUYS IS MY MISSION IN LIFE” she roared back, while Layla tried to convince her to lower her voice. “Shhhhhh fuck, I was almost there!” the girl cursed at herself for talking too much and went back grasping at straws “Who said anything about pleasing anyone? I just meant that they’ll appreciate your party outfit and won’t make any unpleasant remarks about it. Plus they’re mostly drunk, what they say makes no sense anyway, so who cares? And since when do you care about men’s opinion? A bunch of guys now stop you from doing what you like or wearing what you want?” “THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY GODD-wait a minute, it actually makes sense” “Of course it does! Come on, get out of that room, please” Layla insisted, pleased with herself for pushing Sara’s right buttons. “... I don’t know, it seems like a stupid thing to do; after all, it’s you who wants me to wear the jumpsuit, not me” “Jesus…” Sara’s friend rolled her eyes “Right, since you don’t wanna wear it, don’t do it. But remember I’ve got all the keys so I’m really curious about what your alternative choice of clothes will be in the end” “My pajamas would work too, you know?” Layla wanted to smash her own head against the wall or against the door so she could open it and put an end to this, when she finally came up with something. “Alright, put your pjs on… Wait, that’s not a bad idea at all! Let’s all put pajamas and turn this into a slumber New Year’s Eve party! Sara, you’re a genius” “... I didn’t think you would have agreed with my idea, but-” “I’m gonna go and tell the others! I heard Jeff sleeps in the nude, did you know that?” “YOU HEARD WHAT?!”

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“There she is! Where have you been? We were talking about you!” Matt waved to a girl who was slowly pushing her way through the crowd, and the whole group of people near him turned around to see who was coming. “All good things, I hope” “If you’re dressed like that? Always, Sara” the drummer winked at her, then threw his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him; needless to say, the girl blushed to the roots of her hair. “Is that a jumpsuit with the zodiac?!” she heard a loud gasp and turned in the direction of another girl, shorter than her and clinging to her boyfriend’s arm, whose eyes were literally shining. “Yep, it is” “That is so gorgeous! Can I come closer to better see it?” “Yeah, no problem” “Oh my God, you’re an angel! Thank you!” the other girl almost squealed in excitement, then jumped in front of her and began to study her garment “This is real velvet, I can’t believe it! Where did you find this gem?!” “I think it’s that shop in Pike Place… Vintage Clothing?” “... the place where Xana used to work” the girl had turned to face again her boyfriend and share a knowing look with him, then refocused on her “I doubt I’ll ever find something as cool as this, but thanks for the tip” She offered her a genuine smile and her hand to shake: “I’m Demri, by the way, and this is my boyfriend Layne” “I was the one who told ‘em to come, hope it’s alright!” Chris chimed in, giving a nudge to the Alice In Chains singer. “You did the right thing, Cornell; they’re cool enough to hang with us losers” Sara grinned, then waved back at Layne “Hiya to you as well, stranger; how are your bandmates doing?” “Oh, Jerry is with a girlfriend of his and Sean and Mike went to do a tour of some of the hundreds of parties that this city has to offer – but I wonder how Mike will react when I tell him that I went to the same party that you attended” the guy smirked at her “Did he come to visit you at your workplace?” “Nope, thank God” “Fear not: he will… soon” “He’s gonna get me fired! Please, can’t you come with him so you can keep him at bay? Pretty please” “Hey, it’s not my fault if he doesn’t understand a single thing when you’re nearby… his brain short-circuits” “So you’re the one who has poor Mike wrapped around her finger! I can see why” Demri joined them again, giving the girl a little nudge “If it helps any, he seems pretty serious about it – I, for once, have never seen him acting like that before” “I don’t know, I’m not that keen on trusting men… seems like a waste of time” Sara shrugged, then followed Layla with her gaze: she was talking with Stone and Ed and seemed really invested in drinking what was inside her glass.

“Can I get one more try?” Eddie pleaded Layla, who was chatting and drinking with him and Stone in the middle of the living room among the party guests. “No, you can’t” Gossard answered in her place, officially because he was fed up with the game, but actually because he wanted to be the one to guess the solution right. “Sure you can! But, as I said, I’ll tell the solution after midnight” the girl replied sipping her sangria through a straw. “Alright, alright eheh, no pressure, I swear” Eddie put his hands out laughing and his guitarist friend rolled his eyes so hard for a moment he thought his retinas detached. <No pressure? Tsk, that’s your problem, man. What about putting a little pressure on this girl for a change?> “Ok so I have a ball, then I-” Layla started but was soon interrupted by a stranger’s voice behind her back. “Who’s got a bong?” Stone didn’t need to look up to the person who spoke to know who it was and a smile appeared on his face. “Hey Lukin! I thought you’d never come” Gossard patted his friend on his back. “Uhm, now that’s not something I hear that often... too bad you’re not a girl, Stoney.” Matt replied and finally noticed the other two people looking at him with the same perplexed expression on their face “Hi, so where’s this bong of yours? I’m ready” Layla laughed as the guy clapped his hands once and then rubbed them together. “She said ball, not bong, you asshole!” Stone explained barely holding his laughter. “Yeah, right, hehe, it’s a game, you know? Anyway, I’m Layla, nice to meet you” she stretched her hand out and he looked at it suspiciously before shaking it. “Nice to meet you too. But you shouldn’t play with people’s feeling and promise bongs that are not actually there. That’s not nice at all” “Oh, sorry… well, I’m sure somebody brought something to smoke, don’t worry” Layla was almost apologizing for doing nothing and that made both Eddie and Stone laugh. “Who needs bongs? We can always make a pipe out of a can, do you remember?” Stone said referring to older times. “Yeah, and that’s when we came up with the motto Who needs a bong when you have coke?” Lukin explained, suddenly serious, as he was a teacher talking to his students. “Smoking through a coke can? Isn’t it dangerous, with the chemicals and everything?” the girl retorted. “Chemicals are not as dangerous as Matt Lukin” Stone remarked while Eddie introduced himself too. “Nothing’s as dangerous as Matt Lukin!” another guy came up from out of nowhere and put his hands on Stone and Matt’s shoulders, then his attention focused on the girl in the small circle “Layla?? Hiiiiii!” The color drained from the girl’s face once she recognized the guy’s face. “Steve! Hi!” she faked an excessively big smile and both Eddie and Stone, although for different reasons, noticed something was off. “Wait, do you know each other?” Stone asked confused. “Well, either they do or they’re champs at Guess my name” Lukin pointed out. “Huh… well, yeah, I know her, she’s the girl who works at Scarecrow Video” “THAT ONE?? OUCH!” Matt almost yelled, only until Steve squeezed his shoulder very hard. “Yeah, and I know him as a customer, ehehehe” Layla went on. <... And as the guy who asked me out and I had to turn down> Layla told herself as she thought about Steve coming to the shop and striking up a conversation with an excuse to get to know her. She didn’t understand he was flirting with her – not even the fact he used to come over to the shop ever so often opened her eyes. The fact he started to rent at least a couple of movies every day gave her a sneaky suspicion. “And how do you know each other? I’m Eddie, by the way” Vedder tried to make his handshake as firm as he could. “Steve” “Yeah, I’m good at Guess My Name too” Eddie continued. “The new singer, huh? Well, Stone and I used to be in the same band. Did you tell them about Green River or is it a taboo topic?” Turner joked trying not to make it too obvious that he was drooling all over Layla. When he asked her out and she turned him down, he didn’t take it too well. He knew she had a boyfriend, she didn’t miss a chance to casually drop his name during their conversations. <But he wasn’t in Seattle after all… I mean, he was in a different city, in a different state… he was in fuckin’ Massachusetts! Why waste your time and your youth with a long distance relationship?> “Oh yeah, you told me you were in a band! But I think it was a different band, or I didn’t get the name right maybe” Layla chewed on her lower lip trying to remember the band name he had told her. “I told you about Mudhoney, that is my current band” “MUDHONEY! That’s it, yeah, now I remember!” “Well, now I’m in Mudhoney with this guy over here and another couple of guys, who are not at the party” <Thank God!> Stone thought, picturing a fist fight between Mark Arm and Sara as very likely. “He said that guy over here because he doesn’t remember my name anymore” Lukin said shrugging. “He remembered hers though… and she remembered his, he must be a regular customer, right?” Vedder realized his comment was out of place the moment he said it but it was too late. “Yeah, sort of… not now though, I mean, not as much as I used to” Steve answered. “Oh, and why?” “Well-” Turner started to speak but Layla interrupted him out of the blue. “I’ve never tried with a coke can but once I smoked pot through a carrot” the girl gave her statement and Matt’s attention focused on her right away. “What?” “And once I got high with a snorkeling mask too” “WHAT??” Stone and Eddie yelled at the same time, as they probably found the second option weirder than the first one for some reason. “I like your attitude. Can I become a regular too?” Lukin suggested, then turned towards Steve “Ehm, can I? I’ve got no bad intentions, I swear” This exchange didn’t go unnoticed to Stone and most of all to Eddie, so Layla had to come up with another diversion. She started jumping and waving around her arms like the wings of an eagle, apparently wanting to get everybody’s attention. “HEY GUYS! WHO WANTS TO PLAY A GAME?”

“Another one?” Jeff walked up to Layla and then acknowledged the rest of the group “Hey, hi guys!” “Yeah, we haven’t even finished the first one yet!” Stone complained. “Oh but I wasn’t thinking about a riddle, I meant something different, like a group game” the girl explained trying to ignore both Steve staring at her and Eddie staring at Steve. <Is this some kind of weird Mexican stand-off or something?> Layla asked herself in disbelief. “Make it a drinking game and I’m in” Lukin gladly accepted. “I had no doubt about it” Steve laughed. “MAKE IT STRIP POKER AND I’M IN TOO!” Mike yelled as he appeared out of thin air, coming back from one of his frequent trips to the bathroom. “Cready, I swear to fuckin’ God, if I hear you babblin’ one more time about this heckin’ strip poker, you can bet your sweet ass I’m gonna tie you up to a chair and force you to listen to Barry Manilow non-stop until your brain oozes out of your nose like fuckin’ pudding, understood?!” Sara had just stomped in their direction, making her opinion about the guitarist’s suggestion crystal clear. “... you’re no fun, Sara” McCready gave her his signature puppy eyes, along with a big pout, but the girl replied with a punch on his arm. “Yeah, in fact I’m not joking at all: you know I can do it and I will, so don’t tempt me” “Sara Fancini? Is that you? I can’t believe it” Steve chimed in and finally Sara turned around and registered his face. “... Well, I’ll be damned! Steve Turner!” she replied surprised. “If we were playing the drinking version of Guess the Name as I’ve been suggesting for hours, I’d be already drunk now” Lukin mirrored Mike’s pouting face while a bunch of guests had stopped to see what was happening. “You know her too. Wow. Are you a regular at Easy Street Records too?” Eddie narrowed his eyes at Turner as he addressed him. “I’ve known this guy for longer than six years, what do you mean ‘a regular’? A regular loser? A regular pain in the ass? Oh wait, you’re not in Jeff’s band anymore, so you might stand a chance in life, after all” Sara smirked and couldn’t help catching a glimpse of Ament’s angry face when she said that. “I haven’t seen you for a while though, I didn’t remember you being so harsh” Steve pointed out with a smile. “... You tell me” Jeff remarked through fake coughing. “Oh right, you were in their band and Sara knew you back then” Eddie finally joined the dots. “Earth calls Eddie, Earth calls Eddie. Good morning Eddie, glad you’re finally back with us” Stone joked prompting an awkward and embarrassed look from the singer. “And where does this bullying against Jeff come from? I honestly remember you were getting along so we-” Steve insisted, dredging up the past, but he was promptly interrupted by Sara. “DID I HEAR SOMEONE SUGGESTING ‘NEVER HAVE I EVER’?? LET’S DO IT” “Someone who? I didn’t hear anything” Mike pointed out as he looked around. “Also because we’re not at a sixth grade party?” Gossard added but Layla immediately loved the idea and ignored him. “Yeah! That’s exactly what I was thinking about: a nice group game. I’m in!” “My idea of group games is a tad different but… ok, as long as it’s about people drinking and falling down on the floor I’m in” Lukin shrugged and joined in as other guests did. “It can involve drinking?! COUNT ME IN” McCready chimed in again, going near Lukin and sharing a high five with him.

#Eddie Vedder #Jeff Ament #Pearl Jam #Eddie Vedder fanfiction #Pearl Jam fanfiction #grunge fanfiction #Jeff Ament fanfiction #Birds of a Feather #chapters

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Okay so I made this like two weeks ago late at night. this was supposed to be short but then I got carried away so...... Enjoy! Give me feed back if you can.

Pair: Ohmtoonz

Warning: nothing but fluff.

Word count: 4408

It was a normal day at school, everything was fine. Bells rang and teens filled the hallways. Within a few minutes the doors closed and the hallways became vacant for the millionth time that day. A few late comers came rushing down the hallway, two of them being the famous Jonathan and Luke themselves. They rushed down the hallway laughing at each other, their backpacks jumping from their backs as they ran. Their shoulders pushed against each other in an attempt to throw the other person off their course. Finally turning the corner Luke grabbed the handle to the door and flung it open and stopped inside the classroom watching Jon turn the corner only to lose his footing and land face first onto the tile floor. Everyone erupted in laughter as they watched the so called, “class clown” quickly stands up on his feet.

The teacher only gave an unamused stare at the two delinquents. “Are you alright Mr.Smith”, Delirious could only nod his head as the pain from falling was starting to settle in. Luke tried his best to still his laughter. The teacher rubbed his temples and closed his eyes, he suddenly let out a huff of laughter. He looked back at the two boys, “If your face hurts just tell me and you can go to the nurses office.” Jon was quick to shake his head. “Nah Mr. Sanchez I’m good.” Jon sent a signature smile which only caused the teacher to smile. “Alright head to your seats them.” he patted them on their shoulders as Luke and Jon giggled to each other as they walked to their desks, which lo and behold, are right next to each other in the corner of the class.

Mr. Sanchez only shook his head at the two boys before sighing, turning back to the rest of the class. “Alright student today for science were going to be doing a duo project. Each of you will have one partner and have to make a presentation about any topic you want, as long as it is about science.” The whole class erupted in cheers and sudden chattering of friends talking to see who wants to be partners. Jon reached over and pulled Luke's arm and looked up at him with a smile. They knew they wouldn’t get shit done but it gave them an excuse to hang out more.

The teacher raised his hand to grab their attention and smirked at them. “But-” the students waited for the catch. “I get to pick your partners.” he finished and the class was filled with groans and whines from every student as they realize they would have to do it with someone unwanted. The teacher only smiled wide. Luke and Jon looked at each other like long lost lovers being separated once again, or that’s how other friends in the class described how they looked like. The teacher reached over his desk and stood up with his clipboard in hand and walked to the first desk. “Grab your stuff and moved to the seats that I say for now.” Students began to grab their stuff off the floor and desks into their arms.

The teacher tapped each desk as he said each name for the partners, some groaned while others cheered by having a friend as a partner. “Evan Fong and Jonathan Smith.” The teacher called out and pointed to the center. Some of the students in the class looked at them and awed at them. The two boys only moved to their desks and ignored the lingering stares from their peers. Jons cheeks became noticeably red, only because he fell onto the ground and it hurt and not being sat next to his crush. At least that what Jon told Evan when he asked. Luke only chuckled to himself seeing the two oblivious idiots try to make a “conversion.” Mr.Sanchez keep walking down the desks to the final names, “ Luke Doe and Ryan Wrecker.” Luke looked around for the boy that would sit with him, the name was new and came to a shook to Luke. He knew everyone's name but that one, was it a new student he didn't meet because he ditched that day?

Before long the seat next to Luke pulled away and sat down a guy he can only described as adorable, his hair was fairly curly and the glasses on his face accompanied the moles decorating his face. The bunny hoodie he wore caught Luke’s attention the most, childish but it seemed to fit him. The stranger placed his stuff down and looked over to Luke, “Hey partner” Ohm greeted and reached his hand out, Luke shook it with a dumbfounded look. “Uh, yeah you too.” Luke felt his face burn and turned in his seat and looked towards Jon but only found a shit eating grin fuckboy, trying to hold in his laughter, looking back at him. Luke turned back to the front of the class to look back at the teacher, he couldn't look at the fuckboy or the hot random stranger now sitting to his left. Mr.Sanchez walked back to his desk and continued to talk to class. "Introduce yourself 'cause this will be your seating arrangement for the rest of the year kids." The class once again erupted his groans and whines from all students. The teacher silenced them with a hand, “You may have your Chromebooks out to look at science projects just please," he rubbed his face and spoke through his hands hands, "no volcanoes this year guys;” he looked up at the class. “I’m talking to you, Smith.”

Jonathan suddenly shot up, “I didn’t do nuthin’, It-it was all that dumb, ugh, dumb chemical st-stuff” Jonathan struggled to get out. The rest of the class only giggled at his dumb reply. The teacher stared at him unamused, “And that's why you almost failed last year.” the class erupted in shouts of “oh”s and yelling. Jonathan only sat back down in his seat and shoved his head in his arms, his cheeks now redder than ever. Evan patted his shoulder and spoke to him between his giggles. The teacher chuckled at him turned to his desk, “you have the rest of class.” with that all the kids began to chatter among themselves and pull out their own computers from their backpacks. Luke looked over to his partner and realized he wasn’t leaning over to his backpack like the rest. “Wanna share mine.” Luke gestured to his computer in hand, Ryan looked over and smiled, “Yeah, that would be nice.”

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The night was young and the rows of homes were lit with families within them. Luke and Jon had walked home together before they parted and went their separate ways. Once reaching his home, Luke pulled the headphones off his ears and walked through the corridor, he greeted his mom in the living room and closed his bedroom door before he jumped on his bed and kicked his shoes off. He laid his head in his sheets for a few seconds deciding to let sleep take him in his rough clothes. The ring of a cell phone woke him out of his exhaustion. He moved up his bed and grabbed his phone from his pocket.

One new notification: text message: “Ohm”, Luke smiled at his phone and opened his phone to his million unread messages. “Hey soap buddy, are you free right now?” Luke chuckled at that. It had been two years since the science project was done and yet it was the most iconic moment that had happened between him and a newly befriended stranger. Their science project had gone wrong when doing it and ended up with the both of them covered head-to-toe with colorful soap and rainbow stained clothes. For the rest of the month all of their peers and nearly half the school knew them as “soap buddy.” It long since then died down but it was still a recurring joke between just the two of them.

“For you anytime, when’s the date ;)” he pressed send and only a second later did the bubble with three dots show up. “ Right now, I'm outside you house”, “your*”, “shut up.”, "Whatever stalker." Getting out of his bed he rushed down stairs and swung the door open to see the curly haired man leaning on his door frame. Ohm looked up from his phone and smirked at him. “Took you long enough.” he pushed past Luke to walk into the house. “You fucking kidding me, I took like three seconds!” Luke barked out and closed the front door, following closely behind. Ryan looked over his shoulder as he walked down the hall, “and here I thought you’d be happy I was here, Hi Debbie.” Ryan called out, a small “hello” was followed from the living room. Ryan reached down to pick up his cat when she rubbed his legs.

They walked up the stairs and walked into his room, “Fuck no, your such a needy bitch.” Luke teased towards him, Ryan let out a scoff. “But I wasn’t the one bitchin’ about not being able to hang out last week.” Ryan said before kicking his shoes with Luke's at the end of the bed and jumping on, immediately getting comfy and cuddling up into the big covers with Luke's cat laying next to his head. Luke climbed on and flipped Ryan over to properly get on. Ryan groaned and moved to a better position, “Wanna play C.O.D.” Ryan mentioned towards his PS4. Luke shrugged and reached over to turn on his console and TV. “Loser has to do the winner’s homework for a week.” Luke said and looked down at Ryan, “In your dreams, dickhead.” They don’t know how long they stayed like that, insulting each other and browsing through games before they got bored and left the controllers on the bed, long forgotten.

The outside had gotten dark long ago and the street lamps dimly lit the sidewalk. Ryan and Luke had been sharing stories and talking for the past hour, their only focus on each other. “And that’s how me and Jon got sent to the slammer for the night.” Luke finished and moved down his bed. Ryan chuckled and softly smiled, “You mean how you got put behind bars for 2 hours before your parents came and yelled at you?” Ryan teased and flicked Luke’s forehead. Luke grunted and pulled Ryan’s hand away from his face, “It’s still a cool story asshole.” Ryan scoffed and moved his legs on top of Luke’s. “Whatever,” Ryan muttered out.

“Whatever” Luke mocked and pressed his feet onto Ryan’s side. Ryan flinched away and rolled onto his back, “Ow, Luke!” Luke crawled closer to him, “Move, your ass is taking up all the bed.” Ryan only chuckled and looked up at Luke who seemed to loom over him, “You’d like that wouldn't ya, Lukey?” Ryan teased out, and looked deeply into Luke’s dark eyes. They stayed like that for a few seconds, Luke felt his cheeks begin to heat up, but he couldn't look away from those bright hazel eyes. Ryan dropped his glasses to adorn contacts months ago but they still glowed the same. Curly strands of hair stuck to his forehead and framed his face perfectly, the tiny moles that covered his face matched his hair. His lips were small but full of color, making them look soft and kissable at any given moment. His skin seemed soft to the touch like snow, light and fluffy with innocence.

They keep staring at each other, their smirks long forgotten. Their breathing becoming soft and calmed, the only noise coming from the distant TV playing downstairs. Ryan’s eyes traveled down his face to his lips, watching them for a second before focusing back up to Luke’s eyes. Luke could feel the tightness in his chest as an idea came to mind, he felt his cheeks beat red and his throat run dry with anxiousness. Feeling a rush of confidence, he leaned forward towards his smaller friend, he could feel the tense feeling in his shoulders as he inched closer to the one person he ever wanted to be near and intimate with, a sudden feeling. The butterflies in his stomach swarmed every inch of him and followed up into his lungs and mind. He keep leaning in till he felt Ryan’s breath on his own mouth. He paused in his actions to watch him up close, Ryan’s eyes now half-closed and waiting for their lips to finally connect. Luke took his last breath before he dove in for them to be together.

Only it didn’t happen, Luke opened his eyes to see the mischievous look within Ryan’s eyes. He looked down between them to see both their lips squished between Ryan’s own finger. He looked back up to Ryan’s eyes before finally moving away to get back their space between each other. “Oh, you are such a bitch you know that.” Luke scoffed out and sat up. Ryan sat up with him and sat criss cross from Luke, “You know you have to ask first, right?” He looked at him with an evil smile and leaned forward slightly to see Luke’s reaction. Luke placed his face in his hands and groaned into them loudly. He could feel the heat come off his cheeks in waves of embarrassment. Ryan reached over and placed his hand on his knee, Luke jerked away from him. Ryan only looked at him, his smirk gone seeing his usual loud friend suddenly quiet and closing in on himself.

Luke stayed quiet for a few awkward moments. He pulled his face from his hands and looked Ryan up. “Can I?” Luke mutter out, looking at everything but Ryan’s face. Ryan softly smiled at the red faced man, “Can you what, Luke?” Ryan rolled Luke name across his tongue. Luke hummed in annoyance and scrunched his face up. He glanced up to Ryan’s face to see the same smug look he always held when he found a way to fluster Luke. Luke tried to make his jaw move but his body seemed to have a mind of his own. Out of anger he threw his head back into his hands and groaned as loud as he could.

“Wow, the oh so brave and confident Luke, tongue tied?” Ryan chuckled at the end and his smile grew bigger. Luke raised his head to look at the ceiling and squeezed his eyes shut. “Can I-” he grunted in his attempt. Ryan scooted closer and leaned over towards Luke. “Can I kiss you?” Luke finally whispered out and forced his eyes to look at the smaller man. Ryan’s face softened and became more caring, he leaned ever closer into Luke’s personal bubble. His eyes scanned Luke’s face and traced over his lips. “Mmm.” Ryan seemed to lean impossibly closer. “Not. Yet.” he pushed himself away from Luke once again and laughed.

Luke pride and ego had finally been crushed to a pulp and flung himself backwards onto his pillows. He wanted to scream at the top of his lung but his mother was still home. He knew Ryan could be a tease but this is taking it too far at this point. He heard Ryan trying his best to stop his laughing as he clenched his stomach. Luke rubbed his face and let Ryan get his bearings together before talking. “At least I tried, right?” Luke huffed out and looked down at Ryan. “ye-yeah, you tried.” Ryan whipped the tears from his eyes and laid down on his back once again. A ring from Ryan’s phone caught their attention and he reached into his pocket to fish it out. He answered the call and pressed it to his ear. “Hello?” soft talking was herd from the other side.Ryan sat up from the bed and picked up his shoes, “Yeah, okay, i'll be out right now, okay, bye, love you too.” He ended the call and reached for his other shoe.

“My parents are outside, wanna walk me out?” Ryan smiled towards Luke. Luke huffed and stood up, “I’ll gladly take the garbage out of my house, prick.” He finished by pushing Ryan by his shoulder. Ryan yelped as he stumbled out of the room and down the hallway, giggling. Luke only muttered behind him as they walked down the stairs and to the front door. Luke reached his hand out to the door knob but a slim hand on his wrist stopped him. Luke followed the arm to Ryan’s face and saw the indecisiveness on it. They stayed like that for a while, Ryan’s grip only gotten tighter. “Ryan are you ok-”, “Luke did you mean it?” Ryan suddenly spit out. His grip left his arm and his hazel eyes looked straight into Luke’s dark brown ones. He stared with anticipation and worry, Luke’s mouth went dry.

“Uhm, what-what are you talkin’ about?” Luke pulled his hand back to his side. “That kiss, did you mean it?” Ryan said and stepped closer to Luke, making him stumble back. Luke watched Ryan’s eyes to see if he was joking, just to get one more laugh of the night, but there was only someone waiting for an answer behind time. “I mean,” Luke paused and scratched the back of his neck. What was he supposed to say, ‘yeah, i mean it, and have been yearning for you for the past few months that we’ve been hanging out together for and that I want to hold your hand and want you to feel the same way about me.’ or a ‘I'm not sure because this is a sudden feeling I’ve for the past few months and don't know how to express it to you right now.’ But that never did come out.

“Only if you want me too.” Luke muttered out and looked away, Ryan whispered out a quiet “oh.” and they sat in the thick silence, a car honk threw them out of the awkward trance and back to reality. Luke reached out for the handle again but had yet to turn it, “Well I guess I’ll see you Monday?” Ryan only nodded and stepped out of the way for Luke to open the door. Luke hummed and twisted the doorknob and swung the door open softly. A truck was sitting outside, a person looking out the window looking at them. Ryan sighed heavily, “I’ll see you soon okay?” Luke nodded, “yeah.” Ryan looked down and started to walk out, right before he got out of the door frame he leaned back and placed a quick peck on the corner of Luke’s mouth right before he rushed the rest of the way to the truck. The door slammed and the truck tool off down the street and out of Luke’s vision.

Luke stood dumbfounded in the doorway looking out onto the street slowly processing what had just happened. He reached his hand up to his lips and could practically feel the warmth of Ryan’s lips on his, despite Ryan aiming for his cheek, Luke couldn't complain at all. “Luke, close the door you’re letting all the cold air in.” His mother yelled down the hallway. Luke was glad she couldn’t see what had just happened or she would be freaking out at their little love story. “Okay!” Luke yelled back and closed the door, pressing his back to it, he slid down till his butt hit the floor and stared at the ceiling. His chest felt warm and his head buzzed with the image of a blushing boy coming into his space to give a quick peck to his cheek. His fingers felt numb as he traced the side of his lip with them. He snapped out of his trance and got back up with a smile, he walked up the stairs with a newfound bounce in his step. “What’s got you all happy, huh?” his mother called out, “Just had a great time hanging out with Ohm.” Luke called out and closed his bedroom door before jumping back into bed and soon falling into a deep and happy slumber of the boy with the curly hair.

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The warm summer breeze ruffled his hair as he walked down hand in hand with Ryan. Ryan babbling off about a story Luke’s head time and time before but loved to watch his lover get so lost in his own story. “And it was just so stupid, so stupid.” Ryan chuckled out and rubbed his eyes of sleepiness, not long before he let out a yawn. Luke wrapped his arm around Ryan's neck and pulled him closer, “ya tired?” Ryan only snuggle up closer. “Nah, come one we’re almost there!” Ryan pulled the arm off and intertwined their fingers again before pulling them ahead and turning into the park. Luke laughed at his excitement and rushed to catch up to him, they ran up the hill where other couples sat down and waited for the fire show to start. They stopped to catch their breath and laughed at each other.

Luke pulled the blanket from his arms and set it down on the grass and finally sat down. Ryan followed suit and wrapped his arms around Luke’s shoulder and laid his head there. Luke and Ryan talked softly to each other till the show started with a loud bang, colors splashed across the dark sky and made their ears ring for each fire work but they could care less. They just wanted to spend time with each other. Half way through Ryan began to shift in his seat and move his arms around, this cause Luke to move around too. “Ryan the fuck is you doing?” Luke looked down at him and squinted at him, Ryan only looked up like a child caught doing something wrong. “Uhm, yeah yeah, I’m fine just uhm.” Ryan looked around that more couples had moved down the hill. Ryan swallowed thickly and looked up at Luke.

“Can you, uh, can you get up real quick?” Ryan asked and got up himself. Luke only nodded and followed, standing in front of Ryan who seemed like the embodiment of uncomfortable. “Ryan, what’s wrong.” Luke reached out for his hand and pulled it up, his eyes filled with worry. Ryan shifted around before sighing heavily, “You know I care for you so much, right?” Ryan began. Luke could only scan his face and node along to his words. “And you make so happy, and feel safe and ever since we met in high school we’ve always been together. You make me the happiest I’ve been and helped me in my toughest times. You showed me how to love myself and have been the best boyfriend ever, right?” Ryan said every word with sincerity and looked at Luke straight in the eyes as he spoke. Luke could only listen and watch with curiosity as Ryan continued. “Which is why I want to change that, we’ve been official for 5 years now and I just can’t wait for something big to happen and for the both of us to experience it.” Ryan grabbed both of Luke’s hands and smiled at him.

Luke didn’t feel good this felt more like a break up speech rather than anything else. “Ryan you're scarin’ me, what are you talkin’ about?” Luke looked at him scarred, Ryan was too enthusiastic all of a sudden and it was unusual for Luke, Ryan could get excited but not like this, he was practically vibrating with such a wide grin. Before Luke could comprehend what was happening Ryan held one hand and reached into his pocket for a box. It was a simple black velvet box but once he keeled down to one knee Luke knew it meant something different than just a ‘gift.’ Luke covered his mouth to hide the gasp. Ryan only smiled up at him, “So I have one things to ask you,” He opened the box and a right and large ring sat in the center, comfortable sitting in the cushioning.

“Will you marry me?”

Luke took a step back in shook, he felt his nose burn and eyes begin to water as he watch Ryan wait for his answer. “Holy shit-” Luke turned away he couldn’t stop the tears from falling. He ripped his hand away from Ryan’s and used it to cover his mouth, this. was. not. Happening. But Ryan thought differently, he stood up and walked over to Luke, “Luke, Luke are you okay.” he reached to rub Luke’s shoulders. “I-I’m sorry, uh, I didn’t mean too.” he rushed to stand in front of him and look at his face, Luke’s face was flushed and tears rushed down his cheeks. “You don’t have to say yes, we can forget about this, I’m sorry!” Ryan tried to make everything better but his lover only cried more, Ryan can feel guilt hit his stomach and his nose burn. He wants to cry, regretting his decision to buy the ring and put Luke in such an uncomfortable situation. His cheeks burned of embarrassment, he knew other people were watching him and his (probably) now ex-boyfriend cry.

“I’m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” Ryan rushed out and closed the box in his hand. Quickly getting his bearings Luke realize how hurt Ryan look from his reaction, he didn’t mean it in a bad way, promise! His emotions just got in the way for a second. He reached out to Ryan’s hand that held the box and smiled up at him. “No, no, you fuckin’ idiot. I’m not crying ‘cause I hate it.” He flipped the box open and looked at the ring again, “I fuckin’ love it!” He looked up and crashed their lips together and wrapped his arms around his neck keeping him close. Ryan grabbed his waist and pulled him off, still keeping their bodies together. “Wait, so you do want to marry me.” Ryan eyes was filled with confusion. “Yes, you idiot.” he looked into Ryan’s eyes with a love sick smile, “I love you.” He crashed their lips together and made sure he couldn't pull away, he felt Ryan smile against his lips and kiss him back.

They stayed like that with the last fireworks setting off, lighting the sky with a giant pink heart with colors splashed around him. And they stayed there, happy, in love, and engaged.

#This is my first story that I posted on here #Id love if you guys could give me feed back for this #Hope you all liked it !#Ohmtoonz #Omhwrecker #Cartoonz #Vanoss #Evan Fong #Delirious #h2o delirious #Highschool au #My writing

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Maze of Miroh- Chapter 9 “Revelations”

Editors note: I stayed up until 2 am to finish this so hopefully you like. I sleep now <3

Minho’s body felt heavy as he trudged on down the darkened hallway. Between the barley healed gunshot wound on his side and the constant running from killer dogs, he wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep off this pain for the rest of his life. But the limping boy next to him, the one who was using him for support to walk stopped him from falling over, and kicked his body into overdrive; Changbin needed him.

Together with Yamako, the boys continued quietly down the hallway, the only thing being heard is that of Changbin’s pained huffs and the sound of their footsteps pounding on the ground. Luckily for them, they hadn’t come crossed any more dogs for the time but in all honesty, the dogs were the least of Minho’s concerns.

Changbin.

Changbin’s leg didn’t look good at all. They had managed to stop the bleeding with Yamako’s jacket, but even now Minho could see the wound flare up with infection, a red purple color bleeding around it. The younger couldn’t even walk on it. And as much as he likes to act tough, he knew the boy was in pain. How were they supposed to find Jeongwoo now? More importantly Minho thought with a gulp. Can I get Changbin out of here?

As he thought of him, Minho turned his gaze down towards the younger boy, whose head hung low, his damp hair covering his eyes. Changbin was panting heavily and Minho didn’t need to see his face to know that he was sweating profusely. It’s definitely infected.

Minho silently cursed himself as he readjusted his grip on him. This was his fault. If he hadn’t insisted on coming in the first place Changbin wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Sure the two were rather far from friends, but he was out here risking his life for Jeongwoo. He is someone important to Felix. More so than that, in the little time he has known the boy, Minho had become quite impressed at how strong he was. Seeing him in pain like this felt wrong.

“Here….” Yamako offered, placing a hand on Minho’s shoulder “Let me help.”

Minho shook his head, eyes unfocused as if he barley heard Yamako’s words. He had to do this. He had to prove to Changbin….to himself that he could be strong as well.

He was going to protect Changbin.

“Let’s stop here for a bit” Yamako offered when Minho refused his hand. Minho didn’t respond, but nodded slightly, placing Changbin gently on the ground before collapsing himself next to him. He took a second to glance around their soundings, groaning to find that they were nowhere near an exit. It was just a rather spacious room with various empty desks spread throughout it.

“Here” a bottle appeared in his vision and Minho looked up to see the older man offering him a nearly finished bottle of water. Minho nodded his thanks, and took the bottle, immediately offering it to a rather dazed out Changbin. After he knew the younger had swallowed a few drops Minho himself took a swig, handing it back to Yamako.

“You know….” Yamako said quietly from his spot on the ground. “You kids are crazy brave you know that?”

Minho didn’t respond at first, and looked down at his feet. “I’m not brave” he mumbled.

Changbin let out a weak growl next to him “Yeah and I’m not a kid”

Yamako laughed and let out a wave of his hands “Okay Okay sure. Not a kids. But you certainly are brave….both of you.” He added the last part looking directly at Minho who was hunched over in guilt.

When neither boy responded, Yamako leaned back, fascinated with something on the ceiling. “You two remind me of him……..of my brother I mean.”

Neither boy said anything in response so Yamako took that as a sign to continue.

“He wasn’t very inclined to his studies growing up. Our mother and father wanted nothing else but for him to continue in the family tradition of being scientists. But his heart was never into that. He was always more of the free spirit constantly telling us that he should do what he wants to do. The problem with that is what he wanted to do wasn’t legal according to The Order.” Yamako let out a long sigh, still staring at the celling “I never told him this, but I was jealous of that. That my little brother could stand up for what he wanted instead of falling in line. It made me want to follow in his footsteps as sad as that sounds.”

“It’s not sad at all” Minho huffed, thinking of Hyunjae.

Yamako peaked his head down at him, nodding “I still remember the day he met those friends of his. A group that were considered hooligans at first. They picked on the local officials, spending a night in jail every once in a while but that was it…..”

“What changed?” Minho finally asked, honestly curious. “What happened that made him want to go against The Order?”

“Well….You guys happened.”

Minho’s widened slightly at this.

“Well I should say what you guys did 5 years ago…”

His brain wracked itself with memories as he tried to think back to what event he could possibly be talking about. But his head was fuzzy and his memories were muddled together. After a few more failed moments, Minho just looked at Yamako with confusion who seemed equally as confused.

“You don’t know what I am talking about?”

“Well I’m n-“

“He isn’t one of us” Changbin interjected quickly, the hostility in his tone causing Minho to wince. Yeah he wasn’t one of them, and was pretty sure he did not want to be. But he figured this little adventure would lessen the walls between the two of them. He shook himself clean of the hostility directed at him and turned towards Yamako. “What happened 5 years ago?”

“Well……” the older man trailed off, looking rather unconfutable. He quickly turned his gaze side to side between the 2 younger boys. “I don’t know….it’s not my place…-“

“It’s okay” Changbin mumbled suddenly, glancing towards him “You can tell it”

Yamako hesitated a moment longer then nodded once more. He turned towards Minho and gave a smile. “Do you remember 5 years ago The Order was having their 110th anniversary in the heart of Spector?”

Minho grimaced “Vaguely” he lied.

Yamako nodded “Well in the midst the celebration. S-K-Z….well I guess they weren’t known by that name yet, but they crashed the party, literally. They showed up with a bunch of civilians and called out The Order along with its President. And when I saw call out I mean they showed up, blasted right through the guards and stood there on stage, attacking everything The Order stood for……went as far as to take the president hostage. It seemed like they had it all planned out. No one moved as they listened….just listened to your leader as he spoke. He spoke with such confidence and pride…..” Yamako’s face was in pure awe as he thought back to the memory. Minho turned to look at Changbin, his own eyes wide with amazement. “You guys seriously did that?”

“Not us….we weren’t allowed to be there” Changbin mumbled quietly, as if reliving the moment in his head.

“Well it was definitely S-K-Z”

“Sungjin….”Minho whispered with realization. Changbin nodded harshly, as if the name gave him goosebumps. After a few moments of silence the youngest sighed heavily and he straightened his body more. “If you know that name then I assume Woojin hyung told you about them.”

Minho shook his head lightly “Just that he was the he was the leader before Chan”

Changbin nodded, his eyes ghosts of themselves as he thought back. “Sungjin was the one who started all of this. His mother and sister had been Miracles, Miracles that were brutally murdered by The Order’s greedy hands. After their deaths, he swore that he would protect all other Miracles from The Order and would see the organization burned down for everything they were doing. Along the way he found friendship in other souls who would share in his convictions and dreams. These people would later create the foundation of S-K-Z and what we stand for.”

There was a long pause, and Minho almost swore he saw Changbin shaking like he was crying.

“What happened?” he asked softly “What happened on that day?”

Changbin let out a long shaky breath and straightened himself again as he wiped his nose. “…..Sungjin and the others….. died.”

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“I am only going to ask you this one more time” the tall lanky Agent growled as he pressed Hyunjin’s nose into the hard cold tiled floor. “Who. Do. You. Work. For?” with every word he banged Hyunjin’s face harder and harder into the ground. The boy already had one swollen eye and blood dripping from his nose, but still gave no inch to the commanding officer interrogating him.

“You might as well give up” Seungmin said harshly from the other side of the room where he sat after being flung. “If there is anything that idiot is better at than talking, it’s keeping secrets.”

The other Agent in the room, a rather unfortunate looking fella with a gray receding hairline stood by the door, unmoving. Seungmin’s eyes flash between him and his partners who stood over a quiet Hyunjin. Seungmin bit his lip, tasting blood in his own mouth.

This was bad.

He knew neither of them would cave into the interrogation, taking their secrets to the grave was just a part of the job. But that was just it. He would prefer an ending where both of them survive to see the light of day again.

Suddenly if on que, Hyunjin’s eyes flashed towards the Agent standing over him, who had gotten distracted by Seungmin’s declaration. He watched as Hyunjin swung his leg out from under him, twisting his body slightly so that he had better access and slammed his boot hard into the Agents deep cut Jawline. The big guy went flying into the wall nearby landing on the floor with a hard thud.

Seungmin shook his head in disappointment. And here he was worried about the idiot.

“See? What I tell you. You might as well give up.”

“Tch!” The agent spat blood through his teeth, getting back up and glaring daggers at a smiling Hyunjin. “You’re going to have to hit me a lot harder than that kid if you wanna knock me out.”

Hyunjin let out a small chuckle shrugging slightly “I’m not trying to knock you out. Why would I do that when I could just get in some early practice time?”

This seemed to anger the Agent and Seungmin could feel the murderous intent glowing from him. He let out a rather annoyed sigh and caught Hyunjin’s gaze. “Jinnie don’t anger the man when we have no way out.”

Hyunjin’s gaze darkened slightly as he turned and stared at him, much to Seungmin’s own confusion. He watched as Hyunjin turned towards the Agent who hadn’t moved yet, his gaze cold. It took only Seungmin a second to realize that Hyunjin must have seen the cut on his arm that he gained when the agent flung him into the wall. He groaned silently, knowing full well how Hyunjin gets when he sees stuff like that.

He turns into a full blown idiot.

“Hyunjin-“ he warned.

“You hurt my Minnie” Hyunjin growled.

Seungmin silently cursed for he knew that the Agent caught onto this weakness of Hyunjin’s and started to egg the idiot on.

“Ha! I did, and trust me when I’m through with you, I’m going to do worst things to your friend here.”

For fuck’s sake.

“Jinnie” Seungmin tried soothing “Don’t listen to him. He is just trying to work you up-“

“I know that” Hyunjin hissed quietly, not taking his eyes off the much taller Agent “but he can’t get away with hurting you”

“Literally I am fine so shut the fuck up” Seungmin scolded, standing up, sending Hyunjin a look of warning. Unbeknownst to him, the Agent had sprung behind him and Seungmin watched as Hyunjin’s own eyes widened with horror. Seungmin could feel something sharp up against his throat and once again groaned silently at the situation. Nice Job Seungmin.

The Agent pressed the knife deeper into his throat “I only need one of you, now talk or your pretty friend here dies!”

Seungmin cursed silently

You Idiot. Not helping

Seungmin let out an audible sigh and raised his hands in defeat. He didn’t need to look at Hyunjin to know the murderous look he was probably giving the older man. But before the older boy could act out said murder, Seungmin suddenly felt a gush on wind, and the body behind him slumped to the floor. He looked up at Hyunjin whose murderous look was replaced with that of confusion. He hadn’t done anything yet.

Seungmin looked towards the door, noticing it swinging back shut as he did so, the other guard slumped on the floor as well.

“Having fun?”

Seungmin recognized this voice immediately and had to stop himself from smiling. These idiots didn’t need to know he was happy. “Took you long enough. What were you doing? Napping?”

“Quite peacefully actually” Felix said from the chair in the corner, standing up. “But then Channie hyung called me saying that some idiots of ours ruined a rescue attempt” He walked towards Hyunjin, giving him a side hug. Then started to walk towards Seungmin.

“Hmp!” Seungmin sighed, annoyed. “That was Minho and your boyfriends doing thank you very much.”

At the mention of their names, Seungmin noticed Felix’s eyes darken and knew right away something was up.

“Come on” he said to both of them, tone unreadable. “We need to find them before they find Jeongwoo."

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“They died?” Minho gaze was dismayed as Changbin’s words rang out clear.

He watched as Yamako bowed his head, as if honoring their memory. Changbin just nodded his head, still not looking at either of them.

“Sungjin…..Jae…Younghyun…Wonpil…..” he said each name with his teeth grit and Minho saw as he clenched his fist tight. “They were all killed on that stage.”

“B-But….” Minho was lost for words.

“It’s like you said earlier” Changbin hisses “Why fight if you have your family? You’ll sit through the pain if it means that your loved ones are safe right? Well unlike your family, my family was not content with just sitting through it. We dreamt of a better life…not just for ourselves…but for everyone in this stupid world!” He paused slightly, turning his hard gaze on Minho “Yes they died….but at least they died for something. Unlike yours.” He spat the last part out and Minho felt his body turn hot. It was his turn now to glare at the injured boy, standing up with fists clenched.

“Insult me all you like….but don’t you dare insult them!” he growled.

How dare him. How dare him. Sure, he, himself, was a piece of shit. But Jeongwoo was innocent. Jeongwoo had suffered enough, he didn’t need any more suffering. And Hyunjae…..Well Hyunjae was….

The two boys glared daggers at each other, both at a standstill. It wasn’t until Yamako had coughed that Minho turned his attention away from the younger boy, anger still seething through him.

“Well Minho-ssi….if you aren’t apart of SKZ….then may I ask why are you down here with them?”

Fists still clenched, Minho ripped his head to the side, trying to control his anger.

“I’m here because The Order took someone important to me” he mumbled quietly.

“Someone…Important?”

Minho’s eyes narrowed as he could hear the uncertainty appear in the older man’s voice. He glanced in his direction and could see Yamako now staring at the ground.

“Yeah Doc.” Changbin said from the floor “You’ve probably heard of him…..he is a Miracle boy that goes by the name Jeongwoo”

Minho watched as Yamako’s eyes widened for a split second before returning to normal. He watched with a quickening heartbeat as he shook his head once, not looking at either of them.

“I’m sorry-“

A loud bang unexpectedly shot through the room accompanied by a noise that caused Minho’s heart to drop to his feet.

Barking.

“Oh for the love of….” Changbin cursed.

“Come on!” Minho yelled, eyeing Yamako as he grabbed hold of Changbin once again. Yamako nodded, seemingly understanding and grabbed Changbin’s other arm. Together the two sprinted in a run across the room towards an open door that laid in the corner.

“We won’t make it if we keep running in circles” Minho huffed out.

“Agreed” Yamako said “There is an elevator down this hallway, it will take us to the experiment room. It isn’t a way out, but it’s away from the dogs!”

“Anything is better than this” Changbin muttered.

The 3 of them started to run down the hallway with all haste. The dogs, to Minho’s horror had busted through the doors and now were right behind them, maybe 10 feet back. He could hear the snapping of their teeth and the scratching of their nails on the ground but Minho tried not to think about it anymore. He could see it, the singular elevator that laid at the end of the hallway but all that was passing through his mind was the pounding screams of the dogs behind them. That’s when Minho realized.

They weren’t going to make it

Sure they could make it to the elevator in time, but they still needed it to open, and by then the dogs will have already clenched their teeth deep into their throats.

Changbin seemed to realize it himself because he heard a soft sad sigh coming from the boy.

Minho was so caught up with his own thoughts of peril that he didn’t even notice the change in pressure on his side. Suddenly Changbin became heavier.

Yamako.

He turned his head to see the tall scientist stand firm in the middle of the hallway, waving his arms around wildly at them. “Go!” he screamed. “The elevator will take you to Jeongwoo!”

Minho thought about turning around and stopping the suicidal man, but his body couldn’t stop moving even if he wanted to. The hallway was filled with the roars of the barking dogs, but Minho saw Yamako’s mouth moving and somehow made out the words he was saying.

“I’m sorry”

His eyes filled with tears as Yamako’s words hit him. He slammed into the elevator door and crashed his hand down on the button, opening it. He turned around, but immediately wished he hadn’t. Minho watched with horrified eyes as the dogs launch themselves onto Yamako, his body vanishing under the heap of flesh. Changbin’s own eyes mirrored that of Minho’s as they watched their friend be eaten alive. There was a Bing behind them and Changbin threw himself and a frozen Minho into the elevator. Closing themselves off from the horrendous scene.

Suddenly the ravage barking and Yamako’s screams was silenced and they two laid in the elevator in stillness.

Detecting Employee ID Adachi Yamako. Level Clearance 5.

The elevator started to move downwards, and Minho sat in shock, his body still frozen. His mind tried to wrap around what just happened, and it seemed Changbin was just as shocked. Something hit him in the side, and he looked down realizing that Yamako’s Id Badge was tied around his wrist. He must have done it was they were running. Minho cradled the badge in his hand, tears flowing down freely.

“He…..” Minho trailed off, unable to finish.

They sat in silence a few more heartbeats before Changbin placed a hand on Minho’s shoulder, looking towards the doors “He was a good man.”

He nodded, wiping the tears from his face in an attempt to calm down. He silently thanked Changbin for willpower to push on. He wouldn’t dare say this out loud, but the more time he spends with younger, the easier it was for him to push his feelings aside and move on, not wanting to look weak. He had to continue on, for Jeongwoo’s sake. Clenching his fists, he picked up a still limping Changbin, throwing his arm over his shoulder. Yamako’s sacrifice wouldn’t be in vain if he had anything to say about it. The elevator binged again, and the doors opened to another rather spacious room. But instead of desks, the room was littered with large steel cages, some big, some small. Minho’s heart lurched as he realized they must have found where they kept the dogs.

“Where are we?” Changbin huffed.

“It’s where they keep their experiments” a familiar voice rang out.

Minho narrowed his eyes, grabbing hold of Changbin tighter. He looked at the direction of the voice and saw Jisung step out from the shadows, his gaze locking with Minho’s immediately. Changbin groaned in relief next to him.

“Jeasus Sungie….don’t scare us like that”

“Don’t scare you?” The smaller boy hissed walking up towards them “I wasn’t the one running from Agents! I’m not the one limping! When communications went down I thought the worst! Felix and I-“

“Felix?” Changbin echoed, lightly pushing Minho away as to stand on his own “You brought Felix here!?”

“Yeah I did!” Jisung huffed, flicking the older boy on the forehead “Good thing I did too because your guys’ stunt caught Hyunjin and Seungmin in the crossfire! I mean honestly Changbin! They should be meeting us down here any moment”

Changbin opened his mouth to say something but was stopped by Minho.

“How did you get down here?” he asked, wonder in his voice as he stared at the smaller boy. Jisung turned his gaze back towards him and raised his hands in the air while shaking his head, eyes closed. “There are such things as stairs.”

As he said it, Jisung pointed towards the corner where sure enough Minho saw a flight of stairs heading upwards. He walked a few steps towards it, relief flooding in his body. They had a way out.

“We are about 25 floors down” Jisung said. “It’s a long way up, but since you guys destroyed the other elevator out we have no choice.”

“And not much time I’m afraid” another familiar voice sounded from behind them. Minho spun around to see with relief, Felix, Seungmin and Hyunjin in toe, all a little bloody but no serious injuries. His heart warmed at the sight of Felix, a sense of familiarity hitting him. He hadn’t spoken to Felix since they both left the hideout and Minho was reminded that he still needed to apologize to the boy for lashing out at him.

“What do you mean?” Jisung asked, unsurprised at the additions but Minho took note of the tone of relief founded in his voice.

“They discovered his highness’ unconscious body. The alarm will sound any moment.” The red headed boy reported. He glanced in his direction and Minho saw a sense of relief flood his own face as he saw him unharmed. Then his eyes flashed towards Changbin’s who Minho noticed was staring anywhere but in the younger boy’s direction. Minho watched as Felix’s eyes widened and he quickly jumped up to him.

“Here we go” he could hear Jisung mumble next to him.

“Seo Changbin. What is this?” Felix hissed, standing in front of the boy. Changbin, still refusing to look him in the eye shrugged nonchalantly. Minho watched with a slight amused expression as he detected the mother like scolding tone in Felix’s voice.

“Well you see…I….errr…” the once aggressive boy stumbled on his words as Felix loomed over him and Minho had to stifled a laugh realizing that the harsh weapons specialist was terrified of Felix right now. As he should be.

“You tried showing off again didn’t you!?” he demanded, shaking the boy’s shoulders “What did I tell you about that?! No dying today or tomorrow. No dying ever! Got that Changbin?!”

Felix’s words started to fade out from Minho’s mind as something in the corner caught his eye. It was a soft, small movement, barley catchable, but Minho caught it nonetheless. The room they were in was rather ill-lit but as his eyes started to adjust, he realized with sinking horror that they were surrounded. There was something in the cages. Hyunjin and Seungmin’s attention were so focused on the couples bickering in front of them that they didn’t notice Minho take a step towards the cages.

But Jisung noticed. His gaze locked immediately onto Minho’s back, gaze unreadable.

“Minho” Jisung said, interrupting the boys quarreling. Felix immediately shut up, and all eyes turned to the lone boy.

“What is this place?” Minho whispered.

There was no answer from anyone. He turned around and was met with sympathetic faces all around. He looked at Jisung, eyes narrowing and then flashed towards Changbin. “Yamako said we would find Jeongwoo in here didn’t he?” Changbin nodded, his eyes worried. Minho felt his heartbeat pulsating, his breathing quickening.

“Minho hyung….” Felix trailed off, looking at him with sadness in his eyes, but Minho wasn’t looking at him, no, his gaze went straight towards Jisung’s, desperation in his face as the boy stared back with a glint of sympathy and sorrow. Suddenly Jisung’s words from earlier rang clear through his head.

“It’s where they keep their experiments”

Minho’s eyes darted around as his breathing grew heavier by the second.

They were surrounded by cages.

Cages that he thought originally were for the mutant dogs.

No…

“No” he choked out.

“It seems we were wrong about what The Order was doing to the Miracles…..” Jisung said quietly, confirming his fears “They weren’t killing them…..they were…..”

“Experimenting on them” Seungmin finished, looking at Minho with a cold stoic look “Whatever it is….those rapid dogs were the end result. The Miracles are being turn-“

“Shut up”

Minho’s ice cold voice shut Seungmin up before he could finish.

“Minho hyung please. It’s true….all of it” Felix pleaded, taking a step towards the older boy. But Minho took no note of him. His body was frozen still, all he could hear now was his own heavy breathing and the pounding of his heart.

It can’t be true

Jeongwoo isn’t one of those…those beasts.

Jeongwoo is safe. I just need to find him.

Suddenly and without warning, Minho shot forward, launching himself towards the nearest cage. He latched himself onto the bars, trying to peer in, but the next thing he felt was pain scorching his entire body. The bars were reinforced with electricity and at that very moment Minho felt every shockwave course through his body. He grunted in pain, but because the electric currents were messing with his nerve system, he was unable to let go. He stayed on the cage for a few more moments before he felt 2 pairs of hands rip his body off.

“Minho hyung!” Felix cried

“Idiot!” he heard Jisung snap.

“Jeongwoo….” He moaned out in pain, pushing the 2 boys off of him “I have….I have to find him.”

“There is at least a hundred cages here, all secured with an electric barrier around them” Jisung hissed “You’ll kill yourself!”

“Well then I’m one less person you have to worry about huh?!” Minho spat back “I don’t care anymore. I don’t care what happens to me….” He turned to face Jisung, his eyes brimming with tears “I’m going to save him! Even if it costs me my life!”

Jisung’s eyes widened.

“Hyung?”

They voice was so small, so frail, yet so achingly familiar that Minho’s heart started again, just to shatter slightly. He spun around and saw a small cage off to his side, in it, a lone figure stood near its edged, looking out. A figure that Minho longed to see.

“Jeongwoo” he barely managed to whisper out, as if he almost didn’t believe it. He could still feel the tears flowing freely down his face. He pushed himself forwards until he was almost touching the cage. There he was. He was tiny, tinier than usual. His skin was so sickly pale, like the blood had been drained from his entire body. Minho could see even through his white t-shirt that his ribs were poking out, almost like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Minho’s heart broke as he looked at the suffering boy. He reached out his hand but quickly receded it as the hum of the bars hit his ears.

“Minho hyung” Jeongwoo cried again, tears now in his eyes as well “Is it really you?”

Minho gave him a big grin, sniffling. “Yes” he choked out “It’s really me bud”

“Oh Minho hyung!” Jeongwoo sobbed, rushing towards the bars “Hyung I was so scared!”

“I know bud I know” Minho cried with him “But you don’t have to be afraid anymore.” He hiccupped “Hyung is going to get you out of here”

Jeongwoo began rubbing his face, tears ever flowing “Hyung! Hyung!” he sobbed “My sister……Sejeong…..I found her……..She…..I….. I-“

“Shhhhh” Minho soothed “it’s okay Jeongwoo. It’s going to be okay.”

“She wasn’t my sister anymore hyung!” he choked out “She…She turned…..into this scary monster…..I was so scared hyung!”

“I know” Minho lulled “I know you were. But it’s okay, hyung is here now…nothing can hurt you”

Minho’s heart broke as the younger boy’s sobs continued. They were so fill of pain. So full of raw heartache. This boy truly believed the past 2 years that he would eventually find his sister alive and well…..only to have The Order rip that dream from him. Minho couldn’t even imagine the pain. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails broke through his palm and blood started to trickle.

“I promise you Jeongwoo” he said through gritted teeth “Those here will pay for what they did to you.”

Jeongwoo pulled his hands away from his face and looked up towards Minho, eyes red with tears “I just want to go home with you and Hyunjae hyung” he sniffled.

And at that, Minho’s heart broke for a third time.

“Jeongwoo?” a soft voice ask from behind. “Can you tell us what they did to you?”

Jeongwoo sniffled some more before nodding, turning towards the source of the voice.

“Who are you?” he asked, unsure.

“We are friends. Promise.” Jisung said softly, kneeling beside Minho who didn’t dare take his eyes off the small boy in fear that we would vanish again.

Jeongwoo shook his head slightly, trying to think back “I don’t know exactly….all I know is that it hurt…. And I’ve been feeling funny since.”

As if on que, Jeongwoo’s eyes widened and he threw his head to the side as he vomited blood. Minho’s eyes narrowed and he turned to Jisung “What’s wrong with him?” he demanded.

Jisung’s eyes were grave as he stared at the heaving boy but he did not answer him.

“Jisung” Minho blurted out “Please”

This got the brown headed boys attention and he flashed his eyes towards him before falling back on Jeongwoo and standing up. “Felix and I read it in a file The Order had…..they…..The Order was extracting Miracles of their DNA. For what purpose I don’t know….”

Minho thought rapidly “So what does that mean for Jeongwoo?”

“I….” Jisung trailed off, wincing.

“It’s impossible for Miracles to sustain life without their DNA” Seungmin explained. When Minho turned around and faced the smaller boy, he continued. “It’s just physically impossible…….if their DNA is extracted, then they die.”

Minho’s head whipped around to Jeongwoo who was still recovering.

“If that’s the case” Changbin piped up from the side “Then why is here still alive? No offense kid”

“And why are they turning into mutant man eating dogs?” Felix echoed.

Seungmin scratched his head, his mind hard at work. “We don’t know what they were doing with the extracted DNA, but we do know that they obviously were trying to sustain the Miracles life after the extraction….whatever they are using to keep them alive is probably what’s turning them into those creature….”

Seungmin trailed off as Jeongwoo’s body jerked again, sending his body into a series of violent shakes. ”Jeongwoo!” Minho cried, grabbing hold of the bars. He was so concerned with the convulsing boy that he forgot about the electric shockwaves and fell back in seething pain.

“Minho hyung!” Felix hissed in worry, rushing towards his side.

“I-I’m fine” he coughed out as Felix helped him up “We need to get Jeongwoo to a doctor.”

“A doctor isn’t going to fix this” Seungmin snapped at him harshly.

“Is there nothing we can do Minnie?” Hyunjin whispered sadly. Minho heard the younger boy sigh in defeat, a sense of sadness in his voice. “I don’t know….. I just don’t know….”

Suddenly a loud alarm went off, covering the room with a red, pulsating light. The Order knew they were there….again.

“We have to go!” Hyunjin cried, standing protectively towards the door in fear of Agents popping out. Minho looked at him incredulously “Not without Jeongwoo!”

“Minho”

He turned towards the voice, he eyes landing on Jisung’s face as he stared at the still convulsing Jeongwoo.

“Don’t” he started, knowing what the boy was about to say.

“We can’t help him.” He whispered “It’s too lat-“

Jisung’s sentence was cut short by the loud, sharp sound of Minho slapping him right on his cheek. Silence fell on the group as they all were frozen with shock.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” He spat out.

The sirens blared on as the two boys found themselves staring at each other. Jisung’s eyes were widened as he cradled his face while Minho stared back, determination set in his gaze. “I told you I don’t care what happens to me.” He could feel the tears flow down his cheek again as he felt his body overcome with emotion. “I’m not leaving him!”

Jisung just stared back, unable to respond. He continued to stare at Minho like he was thinking of something and then finally, after what felt like year, he snapped himself out of it and pulled out his phone.

“Chan hyung?” He said, his face back to the stoic look that Minho was so accustomed to “We have a situation…”

Jisung pulled the phone from his ear and palced it in the middle of them, pressing on the speaker button.

“Yeah I know you have a situation!” Chan growled on the other line. “You have Agents all over Spector coming down on that building! What the hell happened?!”

“It’s a long story” Jisung mumbled, voice deep in thought.

“Well you better get out of there and fast! There is only so much we can do!”

“We?” Seungmin echoed.

“Hiya guys!” a younger voice sounded from the other line. Minho saw Jisung’s eyes widened in slight horror “Innie!?”

“Yeah I know! Channie hyung let me outside! It’s a miracle!”

“More like a onetime deal.” Chan responded “Do you understand now why I need you guys out of there? I’m risking a lot here right now”

“That’s just it hyung” Jisung urged “We have a problem”

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“You guys are going to give me heart attack I swear” Chan hissed as Jisung relayed their current situation to the leader. “Okay fine! Give me second to think of something!”

…

After what felt like forever, they heard someone snap their fingers on the other line.

“Jisung! Is there a way to disable the electric force field engulfing Jeongwoo’s cage?”

Jisung froze, and Minho watched as he could see the boy thinking furiously. “I-I think so… if I could get into the main system, I might be able to shut it down….” He paused “But hyung that’ll take time….time we don’t have!”

“Seungmin! What was your guy’s original plan to get out?”

“We placed several bombs in various points within the hideout and we were going to detonate them strategically and use the diversion to sneak out.”

“Excellent we can use those. Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin shook his head “One problem hyung. I don’t have my master control, it was confiscated when we were taken hostage.”

“You have a gun don’t you?”

“I mean yes but I th-“

“Use whatever you have to set those bombs off, I don’t care”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened and a small smile graced his lip as he saluted the phone. “Aye Captain!” Minho grabbed ahold of Jisung’s wrist and brought the phone closer to him. “Chan!” he called “I’m staying with Jisung.” As he said it, Minho locked his eyes with Jisung once more, determination in his gaze “I will help him by any means necessary”

“Minho you’ve done enough for us-“

“I’m staying “he declared, voice hard.

There was a short pause of silence, but Minho finally heard Chan sigh “Understood”

“Seungmin and Felix”

The two boys in questioned straighten up.

“You guys have done your part, I need you both to get Changbin out of there so that Woojin can take a look at that wound!”

Seungmin nodded, immediately going towards the smaller boy. Minho watched as Felix opened his mouth to argue.

“And no Felix you can’t stay. I know you want to stay with your friend, but Seungmin will be virtually helpless as he carries Changbin. You are the best at protection so they need you!” he growled out the last part out and Felix recoiled slightly. With one last look at Minho, the red headed boy turned around and picked up Changbin with ease, following Seungmin towards the stairs.

“As for the rest of you!” Chan shouted as gun fire could be heard on the other line “Hyunjin, Jisung and Minho! Rescue Jeongwoo and get out! That’s an order” he commanded

“Yes sir!” The 3 boys yelled in response. Jisung quickly hung up the phone and urned towards Hyunjin who was filling his gun with bullets.

“Be safe”

Hyunjin turned back towards him, a smile on his face “Right back at cha.”

And without a second thought, Hyunjin turned around and flew up the steps, disappearing to do his work. Minho’s heart lurched as they all went back towards danger. He thought of Changbin, already hurt immensely. He thought of Jeongwoo, whose body was dying with every second. If anyone else got hurt here….

“Come on” Jisung said, pushing Minho out of his thoughts “I saw a control room over there…maybe that can help”

Jisung picked up his lap top and sprinted over to the room where Minho went to follow.

“H-Hyung” a feeble, frail voice choked out.

Minho looked down to see Jeongwoo, who was now lying on his back, his eyes half closed as he panted.

“Don’t you worry bud” he soothed “Hyung and his friends will get you out of here just you wait and see.”

And before Jeongwoo could respond, Minho ran towards Jisung, preparing to help save his little brother. He ran away so quickly that he didn’t even notice Jeongwoo’s convulsing body start to change. His breathing grew ragged as he lay on the cold steel floor.

He was beginning to change.

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