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hopesworlld · 2 months

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౨ৎ daddy's home, home for me

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — step!dad anakin x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — your period sucks, but your stepdad anakin knows a way he can help you

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 2k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, stepcest, power imbalance, swearing, smut ( thigh riding, daddy kink, mentions of blow jobs ), think that's all let me know if i missed anything !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — on my period and wanna die so wrote this as a self indulgent need for comfort from daddy anakin

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a pained hiss fell from your lips as you rolled over in bed, hand clutching your stomach as cramps racked your frame. you had come on the night before and had woken up feeling worse than the day before, your entire body felt stiff and achy, your back and uterus throbbing and you felt horribly nauseous. you hated it so much, tears welling in your eyes as you dragged yourself upwards grabbing the lukewarm water from your bedside table and taking a swig, gagging at the taste. you knew you would have to go downstairs, facing the trek from your bedroom to the kitchen to get supplies, you were desperate for some fresh water, medicine, and a hot water bottle but your body protested as you shoved the sheets off of your body, exposing yourself to the cool morning air.

you shuddered against the cold, nipples hardening and goosebumps rising on your arms so you tugged a soft blanket around your shoulders and stood up wincing as pain shot up your spine, tears glistening in your eyes as you slowly headed out of your room, arms wrapped around your stomach. the house was silent so your mother and anakin must already be at work, you pouted at this, wishing your mother was here to look after you. you had always gotten bad periods from the day you had started as only a preteen, practically bedridden when it would hit with no serious explanation for it. so you wandered to the kitchen, immediately grabbing some pills from the medicine cabinet and pouring yourself a glass of water, you were trembling as you swallowed the pills, so exhausted and sore that you wanted to curl in a ball and never get up again. then you turned to the kettle ready to flick it on when you noticed you had forgotten your hot water bottle.

“no,” you cried out, instantly tears dripping down your cheeks. you knew it was ridiculous to be crying over this, but when another cramp pulsed through your body you couldn’t help it, so that's where you stood, sobbing in the kitchen when another voice suddenly cut through the otherwise silent room.

“hey sweetheart, i didn’t think you were gonna be up yet,” anakin’s cheery voice sang as he rounded the corner only to see you, body draped in a fluffy pink blanket with crystalline tears dripping down your rosy cheeks, “what happened, baby?” he gasped, crossing the room in a matter of seconds and cupping the base of your neck, tilting your face so that you were looking up at him with glossy doe eyes, “are you hurt? tell me what's going on,” he pleaded with you and another sob tore from your lips.

“i left my hot water bottle upstairs,” you told him, shame coating your tone as you drag your fingers across your face to rid you of the sticky tears that stained your face, but a fresh round almost immediately replaced them.

“oh, sweetheart,” anakin cooed, his voice impossibly soft as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. you sank into it, snuggling into his big chest while he peppered the top of your head with kisses, “you come on, huh?” he asked you and you nodded against his chest.

“i just feel like shit already and then i forgot my hot water bottle and i just…” you shook your head, shame-faced faced as you pulled away biting down on your bottom lip, “i’m sorry i’m being silly, i know it's not that big of a deal,”

“don’t say that baby, you aren’t being silly, just feeling very sensitive right now aren’t you,” anakin said with a sympathetic smile, “why don’t you go get comfy and lay down on the sofa and i’ll grab your hot water bottle for you and make you some tea?” he offered and you melted, looking up at him with stars in your eyes.

“really?” you all but sang and anakin’s face was so impossibly soft as he reached out and patted your cheek.

“yes, baby, go on now,” he said and you did as you were told, hopping onto the sofa and burying yourself beneath your blanket, and flicking on the tv choosing to watch an old rerun of friends while you waited for anakin to come back, he took a few minutes, you heard him jog up the stairs and reappear a few moments later and head straight to the kitchen, the familiar hum of the kettle soothing you as your eyes fluttered shut.

you had met anakin when you were sixteen, he had moved in that same year after only dating your mother for a couple weeks, you never really knew why they were together seeing as they hardly seemed to talk and anakin would spend most nights on the sofa instead of in bed with her, but you didn’t bring it up, your mothers silence in the house was enough to stop you. but you loved anakin, from the moment you had met him he couldn’t do enough for you, if it was help with homework, dropping you places to see your friends, taking you shopping or even braiding your hair, anakin was there.

“hey, sweet girl, you still with me?” anakin’s soft voice broke you from your trail of thoughts, sluggishly opening your eyes and what a sight was held before you. anakin had your hot water bottle in one arm your teddy tucked beside it, a mug of tea in the other with a hoodie slung over his shoulder. “there are those pretty eyes,” he crooned, setting down the tea on the table, you flushed at his words, rosy cheeked as you blinked up at him.

“hi,” you say quietly, groaning when another jolt of pain scrambled your insides.

“poor baby,” he said sadly, “here sit up for me okay sweet girl, gonna get you comfortable and then you can relax properly,” anakin told you, carefully you pushed yourself into a sitting position but reamined still, anakin peeled the blanket from your shoulders and instead pulled the hoodie over your head, you giggled when your head popped through hair clinging to your face and anakin smiled endearingly before helping you thread your arms through the fabric, it was one of his, you could tell by the smell, a mix of smoke, oil and sandalwood.

“cute,” he remarked once you were comfortably within the oversized jumper. he then placed the hot waterbottle on your stomach, gently dipping it bellow the waist of your shorts so that it sat over your aching womb, you shuddered at the feeling of his cold fingers brushing against your sensitive skin. “okay, you can lie back now, baby,” he prompted grasping your shoulder and pushing you back into the crevice of the sofa and tucking your blanket around you before handing you your teddy.

“thanks ani,” you said, “do you think you could stay with me for a bit,” you then asked tentatively, “you don’t have to if you are busy though,” you rushed out but anakin was already slipping down beside you, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you to his chest.

“i’ll stay as long as you need me too, baby,” he said pressing a kiss to your forehead and you sank into him, completely and utterly blissed as the medicine began to kick in with the help of the warmth of the hot waterbottle and anakin’s body against yours.

you didn’t know when you fell asleep but when you awoke you were greeted with a sharp pain that swelled in your uterus and rippled along your entire spine, a gasp tore from your lips as you jolted upwards, clutching at your stomach, a soothing hand ran down your back, bringing you down slightly.

“oh, sweetheart,” anakin murmured, “you’re okay,” he said bringing you back to him, you whimpered into his shoulder, fat tears streaming down your cheeks.

“it really hurts, ani,” you cried.

“i’m so sorry, sweet girl, wish i could make it go away,” he consoled you voice heavy, “here, let me rub your stomach for you okay, read that it helps,” he said, hand slipping to your lower stomach, gently massaging the throbbing pain, at first it seemed to hurt more and you jolted in his hold, but then suddenly the pressure began to unwind and a small breathy sigh fell from your lips.

“oh,” you whispered, pressing your hips upwards accidentally pushing his fingers lower so that they brushed against your clit slightly, you gasped as anakin froze, “i’m sorry i…” you began to say, ready to scramble away from the man and shut yourself away in your bedroom, but anakin stopped you.

“it’s okay, baby,” he said, though he sounded strained, a little distant, “i wanna help you, will you let me?” he asked you.

“well, yes but ani i…” you began to say but anakin cut you off.

“don’t panic, your body knows what you need, baby and i’m gonna give it to you, why don’t you come sit on my lap, pretty girl,” you blanched at him, stunned by his words, you and anakin had always been close, closer than most people were with their stepfathers you had observed, but what was he offering you right now? was it really what you thought it was?

“ani, i don’t know if i should,” you mumbled bashfully and the man grinned widely.

“it’s okay, baby, just wanna help you out, make you feel good,” he murmured, “will you let me?” and you knew you should say no, to call your mother and tell her what her husband was saying to you, but a sick feeling of need flooded your core, hot and intense, it pushed away the aching and replaced it with a new feeling of longing, and anakin, your anakin who held your hand when you went on walks, and played with your hair when you couldn’t sleep. you needed him.

“please,” you said, words hardly ever a whisper and then anakin was tugging you up, you were airborne for just a moment before he seated you comfortably on his thigh.

“i want you to ride my thigh, angel,” he told you, “take what you need, okay?” he said and your cheeks flammed red.

“i’ve never…” you didn’t have to finish the sentence he already knew what you meant and a long groan fell from his lips.

“that’s okay, baby, i’ll help you,” he said, big hands grasping your hips and rolling them over his thigh, the feeling was immediate, the delicious roll of fabric against your clothed clit instantly drew sounds from your lips, you had never felt anything like this before, your entire body singing as you rocked against his thigh, a fog dancing in your brain that made you feel dizzy.

“ani, oh my god,” you gasped, consumed by unexpected pleasure that was setting alight in your veins.

“feel good, sweet girl?” anakin asked you, watching your pretty face screw up with pleasure as he began to bounce his leg slightly.

“so good,” you replied, beginning to roll your hips faster, though anakin’s hands remained in place, holding you seedy as you rocked against him, eyes falling shut.

“such a good girl taking what you need, getting off on my thigh, fuck, you look so good right now,” he praised and you shuddered at his words, tension in your stomach growing tighter.

“really?” you whispered, “feel gross,” you admitted.

“look at me,baby,” anakin told you but you ignored him, “look at me,” he commanded, voice harsher this time and you couldn’t ignore it, you met his eyes, the pretty blue turned dark as he watched you pleasure yourself against him.

“you are fucking gorgeous, angel, never seen anyone so beautiful,” he said, cupping your cheek and pulling you into a searing kiss, you gasped into it allowing anakin to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch and crevice of your mouth. he locked you in that kiss, holding you in place as he began to bounce his leg faster.

“ani,” you whimpered, his lips bruising against you.

“come on, baby, show daddy how good you are feeling,” he crooned, that name falling from his lips was utterly sinful, and it sent a heavy jolt straight down to your core. you jerked violently, clit throbbing as you ground down on him harder.

“oh, ani, please,” you begged even though you weren't exactly sure what you wanted, you just needed him, everywhere. you longed to feel his fingers toying with your swollen clit, cock ramming into your sopping cunt.

“that’s it, baby, you close? i can feel you clenching around my thigh,” he said and you nodded sweat was pooling around your collarbones and beading around your hairline, you were so hot, addicted to this new feeling that had taken over the aches and pains that had haunted you before. clumsily you tugged at anakin’s hoodie, yanking it over your head and tossing it to the side, the tug of fabric lifting your top beneath flashing anakin a glance of your perky tits bouncing in time with his movements and he growled. “look at these pretty fucking things,” he hissed grabbing your tits with a harsh grip, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“daddy,” you cried at the stimulation and anakin grinned.

“that’s it, baby, being so good for, daddy,” he told you, you could feel yourself growing close, that glowing fire in your stomach burning brighter. “want you to come for me, can you do that for me, pretty girl? show me that gorgeous face when you cum?”

“yes, yes gonna cum, please, please,” you begged, anakin moved his hands back down to your hips, dragging you along his thigh in such a manner that it drew a scream from you, the pressure of your clit against his jeans sending you spiraling. that coiling thing in your stomach bursting and you were gone, the world turned on its axis, crying out as you finally hit that peak you had been craving, you felt boneless, collapsing onto anakin’s waiting chest, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you came down from the after shocks of your orgasm, he continued to bounce his thigh until you were sobbing.

“you did so good for me, sweetheart, how you feeling?” he asked you gently.

“so good,” you whispered, curling into him completely at ease.

“yea? well anytime you need this i’m here for you okay, baby? always gonna take care of you,” he said tangling his hands into your hair, you let out a shaky breath.

“just this… or can we do other things sometimes?” you questioned, shame coating your tone, desperate little girl begging to fuck her stepfather, what a cliche, anakin groaned at this, shifting his hips slightly and you felt it, his hard cock pressing against your stomach, your mouth watered.

“oh, baby, we can do whatever you want,” he murmured, lips pressed to your ear.

“anything?” you asked, hand drifting down to rest over his hard cock and anakin let out a shakey breath.

“yes, but don’t worry about me right now, angel, want you to rest and feel better and then…” he trailed off a little unsurely tilting your head so that you would face him and he saw that look in your eyes, needy and desperate for him, “then you can have my cock anytime you want it, angel girl” you grinned at this.

“okay,” you agreed, a heavy veil of tiredness falling over you, “daddy, kiss me,” you pleaded and anakin was more than happy to oblige to your plea, because this was anakin, the man who loved you entirely and gave you whatever your little heart desired, even himself.

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stepdad!anakin has my heart whoops, think i’m gonna have to write more of him,,,

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bruh-haikyuu · 4 years

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Hey! Can I request the Seijoh teams reactions to finding out that Kyotani has a gf whose the total opposite of him? She's from another school but these hoes manage to spot them getting close behind a corner when she comes to support Kyotani at an official game or sm. Btw, I really enjoy your writing! 💖

A/N: you see,,, I deadass have this complex for delinquent-looking characters who are actually soft. Even though the chances of coming across one of those is rare, THOSE KINDS OF PEOPLE ARE MY TYPE. SO THIS REQUEST REALLY WENT AND S P O K E TO ME. THANK YOU ANON FOR QUENCHING MY THIRST

cingulomania. | kyōtani kentarō

word count: 2057

warnings: some swearing!

(n.) a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

At first, Kyoutani had been your neighbor. True to everyone’s surprise, he was much shyer in person regardless of how much boys and girls in your neighborhood told you that he was a monster. You thought that he was alright.

It was when both of your parents introduced you to each other that you started to slowly build the foundation of your friendship. He’d timidly nag you to help him play volleyball and dirty your clothes when you accompanied him to check on the stray dogs by the river. You’d drag him up to your room to play pretend restaurant and ask him to pick out one of your frilly dresses to wear to a birthday party. Your differences didn’t matter to any of you. You thought that he was kind.

He was ‘Ken-chan’ to you for a rather long while until he’d snap at you to stop calling him by that nickname. You were hurt, of course. As any other 10-year old would. But you had complied to his demands, even with tears and snot streaming down your face. He had never yelled at you, not even once. So he had hugged you that day, engulfing you with his regret and affection. And that was when it started for you. You thought that he was kind of cute.

Your feelings for your childhood friend didn’t remedy as time passed; much to your chagrin, you felt that it simply multiplied. Especially as the both of you matured into your second year of junior high, when Kyoutani decided that he wanted to have his volleyball skills “known and feared throughout the prefecture”. But was there really a need for it though? You thought that he was already amazing.

In your last year of junior high, you felt a rift beginning to form between the two of you. It had become increasingly difficult to even spend time together, especially with your high school entrance exams looming over the corner. The lunch box you usually reserved for him had gone cold from being untouched for months. You had made many friends in hopes to fill the growing hole in your heart while he had made multiple… adversaries. You didn’t like making hunches, but it had seemed like Kyoutani was deliberately avoiding you. He’d run off quickly whenever he saw you and barely replied to your texts anymore. It was like he never wanted you in his life to start with. You had cried in heartbreak from the thought. You thought that he was selfish.

After what seemed like ages without contact, Kyoutani had finally called out to you, saying he wanted to talk. You were angry, seething even; you considered turning him down. This was the same boy who avoided you like a plague for months. But he was the same boy you grew up with and by the graces of your ancestors, fell in love with. You hadn’t even thought of an outcome when you accepted his invitation. It wouldn’t matter to him anyway. You thought that he was spontaneous.

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“Sorry for avoiding you,” he had said, sheepishly scratching the back of his hair. “I guess you felt a bit lonely.”

“Thanks for noticing,” your response had been ice cold that day and your frown didn’t falter.

You had agreed to talk to him by the river you used to play at. Silence dwindling between the both of you, you had watched his contorted expression reflect off the river’s waters.

“But you had been making so much friends lately, it was kind of hard for me to talk to you.”

Your frown had only deepened into a frustrated pout, “You’re one to talk! You and your volleyball. Volleyball early in the morning, volleyball late into the night. It’s always been volleyball when we were kids too, Kentarou! I didn’t want to stop you from doing what you love, but it doesn’t have to be like this either, you moron…”

Kyoutani’s lips had fallen into a flat line and his eyes wavered from yours. You had brought your knees closer to your chest and spoke again.

“I got into Wakabayashi Girls’ High School.”

“Ah, congratulations… I heard the criterias for Waka-joshi are the toughest—”

“You don’t get it!” There it was. Your string had finally snapped.

“…”

“I know we can’t be together forever. I know that! Our paths to different high schools are proof of it. But somehow I want us to,” you had muttered, slowly unlocking every defenseless part of your heart accompanied with the hot, searing tears that nearly swallowed your face whole. “I want us to be together for a really long time, Kentarou. But… but not as… not as…”

“Not as friends.”

When you had looked up to see him, he wasn’t like he was Kentarou anymore. It was like he was Ken-chan all over again. Your Ken-chan. You’d missed him so much it hurt, but you were glad he was here.

“We’re so different. You’re sociable and cute and you cry at the smallest things. And I’m just… the fucking worst.”

You hand had reached out to take his, fingers lacing with each other. “Ken-chan…”

“But I can’t help it. I hated myself for the longest time for it but I wondered if I really did have a chance with you. I wondered if you’d let me ruin this friendship of ours. Or maybe you’d hate me forever for it. But hearing you say that to me now, I don’t give a shit anymore.”

Kneeling in front of you, he had taken both of your hands, eyes fixated on the small rhinestones you had pasted on your nails. Against the rough palms of his beastly hands, yours had seemed so tiny, but he couldn’t help but to notice how well it fit with the contours of hand.

“I like you, Y/N. Please go out with me.”

Just like that, Kyoutani Kentarou had offered you his entire heart. And you took it unconditionally.

Arms thrown around his shoulder, you had sobbed hysterically into his shoulder, splotches of tears staining his shirt. “K-Kentarou!”

“H-Hey, I’ll fall over! Idiot, don’t just do things like this so suddenly!” he had scolded but ultimately rested his arms around your torso as he fell into the calming lullaby of your heart. You had smiled.

You thought that he was rather silly.

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You felt like you were going to lose yourself in the crowd sooner or later.

When Kyoutani told you it was going to be “a little packed” in the Sendai City Gymnasium, you didn’t think you’d be squeezed in like a can of anchovies. You were going have to ask him to be more specific about numbers next time.

“Hey, Y/N-chan, you think Oikawa-kun will make eye contact with me from the stands?” your friend Natsumi murmured, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“Nacchan, you’re lacking ambition!” your other friend Yayoi chuckled, affectionately ruffling Natsumi’s well-kept hair. “We’ve got our secret weapon Y/N on our hands. If anything, we’ll ask her boyfriend to introduce us.”

“Yayoicchi, I don’t think Kentarou would want to do something like that,” you finally chirped, having given up on trying to interpret the lousily marked venue map.

“So selfish, Y/N-chan! You guys are so different, I don’t get why you don’t just go for the cute guys,” Natsumi groaned.

“But it’s quite romantic, isn’t it? The tale of Seijoh’s beastly Mad Dog and Waka-joshi’s sparkly princess…” Yayoi swooned, her glasses nearly slipping down her face.

Just as you were about to chastise your friends for being annoying, your cell phone piped up, alerting you of a text from your “beastly” boyfriend.

From: Kyoutani Kentarou

Subject: Where are you?

10:34 AM

I’m waiting by the entrance. Hurry up. I only have a few minutes before the others find out I’m missing.

You replied with a quick “I’ll be right there!! \(-ㅂ-)/ ♥ ♥ ♥” and hurried your way through the bustling crowd.

“Y/N-chaaan! Where are you going?” Natsumi hollered.

“I’ll be back! You two find our seats, okay?”

“Hey, Y/N! Buy us some croquettes while you’re at it!” Yayoi echoed, her voice drifting away with the background.

When the cool breeze of the spring air kissed your face, you felt your shoulders lighten—it was beyond your imagination, but you survived the rampaging influx of people in the gym.

It didn’t take long for you to identify a lanky, scary-looking boy tucked away into a secluded corner of the gym’s field. Approaching him carefully, you felt him flinch violently under your grasp when you wrapped your arms around his torso as a surprise.

“Kenta~rou!”

“Y/N! Don’t do shit like that!” Kyoutani scolded, turning around in your embrace to pull at your cheeks in annoyance. “I could’ve punched you by accident or something.”

“Kentarou, stop pulling at my cheeks,” you grumbled, hands flying to his wrists to unsuccessfully pry him off your springy face. “If you’re going to punch me, then punch me out of love~”

“No way. You’re weird.”

“Don’t be cruel. I came here to watch you play,” you pouted, crossing your arms in mock frustration. “It was super hard to ask for permission from the teachers and my parents to come here right after school ended, you know!”

Kyoutani nodded solemnly, giving your head a few gentle pats before finding interest in your shoes. “I see. Sorry for all the trouble and thanks for coming, I guess.”

You gave him a pleasant smile, enough to make him hear angels singing in the horizon. “It’s okay, Ken-chan. Do your best today, alright?”

“Y-yeah.”

Leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek, you were stopped in motion when a shrill cry broke the atmosphere between the two of you.

“Yoohoo, Mad Dog-chan! We’re done registering, so let’s—Oh?”

Kyoutani tensed up against your skin. Ah, it was him. The elusive captain of the Aoba Johsai Volleyball Club. Heartthrob Oikawa Tooru, accompanied by every other senior Kyoutani had been so dead-set on avoiding just for this moment.

“Ain’t that the Wakabayashi Girls’ High uniform?” Matsukawa said, eyeing your uniform intently.

“Ah, that’s right!” you exclaimed. You had completely forgotten to change out of your uniform when you hurriedly chased the bus to the gymnasium.

Placing his hand beneath his chin in a display of wonder, Oikawa flashed you a grin that was sure to make Natsumi and Yayoi green with envy. “So, what’s a pretty Waka-joshi princess like you doing out here with our Mad Dog? Are you his relative? Or maybe his friend? Or perhaps—”

“Don’t.” Kyoutani stressed, teeth bared in defense. “Let’s just go already.”

Sighing in defeat, Oikawa complied, only once turning back around to simply wink at you and say, “I hope you’ll be cheering for me, Himesama-chan~”

You shivered in disgust. Now you were certain why Kyoutani wanted to evade him at all costs.

Once you were sure Kyoutani’s seniors were gone way past the corner, you called out for your boyfriend again.

“One more thing, Kentarou.”

“What is it now?”

Giving him a light peck on his chapped lips, you grinned when he stared at you with eyes as wide as saucers. “Good luck.”

At that exact moment, you thought that he looked a bit like an excited Corgi.

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“She kissed him!”

“Be quiet, Oikawa, he’ll hear us,” Iwaizumi hissed, craning his neck a little further in hopes to get a clearer view of your romantic escapade.

“I’ll bet you this week’s ramen that he scared her into dating him or something,” Hanamaki said, eyebrows furrowing deeply. “There’s no logical way. She’s just so fluffy and cute and he… Nah, man! It just doesn’t add up like that.”

“Lucky, he’s just lucky. Maybe he drew some kind of crazy fortune on New Years’.”

“I want crazy fortune like that too, we’re going to need it to win against Shiratorizawa this year.”

“Makki, you’re asking for too much. Luck comes from hard work too, you know.”

“Hey, if you think about it… We’re third years who spend our days playing and thinking about volleyball; it’s like we’re married to it or something,” Matsukawa pondered aloud. “Even Kyoutani has a cute girlfriend to balance it all out. At some point, aren’t we kind of…”

The third years sighed, shoulders slumping, realization dawning across their features.

“Lame.”

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whump-town · 3 years

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Prof of Law Aaron Hotchner

Warning for violence, stabbing, nightmares, an anxiety attack, and drugs (the prescribed kind)

Aaron Hotchner is a retired Federal Persecutor-- just an AU where Hotch is a law professor for fun and angst!!

Bouncing Jack on his hip, Hotch smiles as he stands over Haley’s shoulder. He pulls his hand back from the cake, wincing when Haley smacks his hand away. She’s a perfectionist and having the smear of his finger through this cake is going to heavily disrupt her otherwise perfect spreading.

“Oh come on,” he pouts, he turns his body so she can see Jack. “We just want a little,” he attempts. Rousing his son, he jogs the boy up a little more in his arms. “Tell her Jack, tell Mommy, say only a little.” Despite being very much daddy’s little boy, Jack smirks and turns his head away. Giggling and babbling nonsense into his father’s shoulder. Wiping his face on Hotch’s shirt.

Hotch plays along. “See,” he offers, “just like he said. We only want just a little bit.”

Haley rolls her eyes, smiling at his antics. She reaches around the cake to the mostly empty tub the icing had come in. “Go,” she instructs, handing it to him. “Get out of my kitchen Aaron Hotchner before I beat you with this spoon.” She searches across the counter for the wooden spoon she’d used to keep the green beans on the oven stirred.

He smiles and kisses her head, avoiding the spoon when she tries to jab at his side with it.

As he’s walking away, egging Jack on in his triumph of obtaining the icing, there’s a knock at the door. He’s still talking to the baby, so stepping away from the cake she moves so she can see down the hall from the kitchen. To see if he’s getting the door. “Aaron--”

He steps into the hall and winks at her, “I’ve got the door.” He curses softly, pulling his hand away from Jack’s mouth. He’s swiped a finger into the container before coming to the door. Jack mercilessly chumps down on his fingers and regardless of his absent teeth it still hurts.

“Hey--”

Hotch lands flat on his back. The world a dark haze and a strange eerily painful chill in his side. Pain like he’s never felt before. Touching his side, he lifts his head off of the floor and stairs in shock at his hand. The dark, thick crimson of his blood. So much blood.

“Aaron!? Oh my God!”

Choking, Hotch tries to move. Mouth open and back arching, he kicks out blindly. The pain creating a black haze around his vision. Coughing and turning his head as he wheezes around the obstruction in his airway, his own blood, he can hear more gunshots. Jack screams, wailing, and sobbing on in distress. There is one final gunshot and the crying stops. The house falls silent.

“Jack,” he tries to move but his arms won’t hold his weight. “Jack,” he calls again, panic rising. “Come on, buddy,” he cries. “Where--” blinking the blood from his eyes he looks up and into the face of someone he hasn’t seen in a decade. George Foyet.

Leaning down, Foyet places his foot against Hotch’s throat. He presses down just enough to cut off the rest of his oxygen, smiling when Hotch uselessly tries to push him away. “Remember me, Aaron? Aaron? Aaron! Aaron--”

“Aaron! Easy, easy.”

He’s in bed. His grey t-shirt slick with his sweat and practically glued to his back. He’s safe. Looking around he can slowly start to piece together where he is. Dave’s house. Well, his house too but it’s Dave’s house.

“Woah,” perched on the corner of his bed is David Rossi. As silly as the older man looks in his matching pajama set (from probably the eighties) Hotch can’t spare the breath to do much more than lean into his embrace. “You’re alright,” Dave assures him, rubbing his back and cupping the back of his head. “Just breath for me kid,” Dave keeps Hotch pulled close, glad that he’s not trying to wrangle away just yet.

“Dave?” Hotch can feel himself shaking, his eyes pinched shut. He’s terrified, honestly. The nightmare had felt so real. So much like the real day. George Foyet had come into his home and-- “I need… Jack?” Hotch pulls away just enough to catch his old mentor’s eyes. Waiting to find the truth there. Because he can’t remember. His brain is split. Had he buried his son that day too? Is Jack… Is Jack dead too?

Dave smiles, it’s sad but it’s not mournful. “He’s sleeping in his bed,” Dave promises. “I checked on him before I came in here.”

Hotch can feel the hitch in his chest as he lets out a relieved breath. “He’s okay?” Hotch asks, he needs the clarification.

Dave nods, “perfectly content.” That’s the easy part about being a baby when the world goes to shit. Jack will never know his mother but he’ll also never have to wake, like his father, in cold sweats shaking from nightmares. Terrified and alone.

“Okay,” Hotch pulls back, scooting back in the bed so he can cross his legs and rest his head in his hands.

Watching him with an air of concern Dave sighs. He looks at the clock and shakes his head. It’s four in the morning and there’s no way that Aaron’s going back to sleep now. “You good,” he asks. As much as he’d like to stick around and make sure Hotch gets back to sleep… that’s futile.

For the last few years, they’ve been working on getting Aaron through the night. Whether it’s nightmares or insomnia he can’t seem to get a break.

Hotch nods with his face covered by his hands.

Dave stands and looks back over his shoulder one more time. “Aaron?”

“Hmm?”

“Try and get some more sleep, alright? You can’t afford to lose anymore.”

Hotch doesn’t look up but hums in agreeance. Already he can feel the low throb at the back of his skull. If he starts drinking coffee now maybe he’ll make it through his first few classes without passing out. In the vending machines outside his office, they sell these little bottles of five-hour energy.

He’s a little too old to go chugging those but he’s not going to go canceling his class over a little missed sleep.

It’s been a long time since he even thought about consuming this much coffee.

By six a.m. he’s consumed four cups.

“How long have you been up?”

Hotch blinks sluggishly despite the warm fifth mug of coffee in his hands. “Hmm,” he asks, rubbing at his eyes.

Directing Jack down the hall, hand over the boy’s head like a claw, Dave looks Hotch down. His posture is awful, bent over himself, with dark rings under his eyes. “I asked how many cups of coffee you’ve had but I’m afraid I don’t want the answer.” Pushing Jack along, the boy scurries into the kitchen. Buzzing past his father to make a B line for the milk and cereal.

“Don’t spill the milk,” Hotch mumbles, watching Jack fumble with the carton.

It’s been nearly three years since George Foyet’s attack.

The man was released from prison for “good behavior” as young, white men tend to get off. It seemed as if the two young women he’d killed were brought to justice in the ten years he spent in prison. How easy it must have been for the justice system to see the opportunity in a man like him, while ignoring the ones he’d taken. A misguided youth and a tragic backstory only adding to their empathy.

The atrocities he’d committed were not of his own accord, of course not. It’s always so much easier to blame those young women or perhaps his mother. If those girls had not been out so late at night, if they hadn’t worn skirts and frilly tops then he would have never noticed them to begin with. If his birth mother had loved him more...

None of that matters now.

They considered Geroge Foyet “cured” and released him back into society.

Where his first stop was to a library, where he found the address of the man who put in prison. Federal Prosecutor Aaron Hotchner.

This is the part the dreams never get right. Foyet didn’t have a gun. He had a knife. A single pocket knife that he stole from a junkie in an alley. It had been late and Haley had answered the door. Hotch hadn’t even heard her cry out for him. He’d been wrangling Jack out of the tub, the little boy a mess of squirming limbs and very upset with his father for making him take a bath.

They’d been in Jack’s room when Foyet found them.

He’d had his back turned to the door, shushing the crying baby as best as he could while trying to get a diaper around his kicking legs. The first stab had been so quick… by the third he was on his knees and unable to do anything besides keep falling.

On that floor, George Foyet stabbed him six more times. Jack had screamed and cried the entire time. He’d been too young to understand, not even a full year old, but he knew something wasn’t right.

In the dreams, Foyet always kills Jack too. The harsh, overwhelming sound of silence those little cries silenced. There one moment and gone the very next.

He can’t remember much of what happened.

Foyet had moved to Jack, picking the boy up and shushing him. Hotch had watched, immobilized and too weak to even beg for his son to be spared. So he’d watched, choking on his blood, and slowly losing his battle with consciousness as Foyet settled down in the rocking chair in the corner of the room and rocked his son. Soothed him.

A neighbor would walk by and see Haley laying in the hall. The blood…

Hotch had died on the operating table, a fact that Dave would later inform him of. He can’t remember recovery all that well. Clouded with drugs and grief, he… There was once, he remembers this clearly because it had only been a short time after he’d woken up, they’d brought Jack in. Dave and the nurses had been trying everything to calm him but he wasn’t sleeping or eating. He’d cry and cry and cry until he made himself puke or passed out.

The moment they placed Jack in Hotch’s arms, the baby had stilled. His pained cries dying to whimpers as he looked up at his father.

Hotch had been propped up with pillows. Too weak to even lift his own head but they’d stacked pillows around his sides and arms. He couldn’t fight the exhaustion weighing his body down but he clung to Jack. Waking from his sleep in a panic each time, watching the room’s other occupants in case they might try to take Jack from him.

After all the time he’d been nearly unresponsive to them, if having Jack around would keep his heart rate up and his oxygen intake steadily improving no one was going to complain. Several times he woke to his gown being moved so they could place Jack against him. Skin on skin therapy does wonders on humans of all ages. Recovery had been easier with Jack there. The baby stripped to his diaper and nestled against his chest. Little fingers grasping onto him.

It’s been three years and George Foyet follows him everywhere he goes.

“Professor?”

He makes his own lesson plans. He knows which cases come up when. “Who--” he makes the mistake of looking at the screen and his heart stills in his chest. Swallowing thickly around the obstruction in his throat, he looks down to the floor forcing himself to take in a steadying breath. “Who, um, can explain why this case can’t be dismissed on the grounds of Gamble v United States?”

He doesn’t need to call on a student. There’s only about ten kids in the class and it's a ridiculously easy question.

“It’s two separate accounts,” someone speaks up. “Same thing, sure, same crime even but that’s not how double jeopardy works. Besides, you’d want to look more into United States v Felix. Um--” The hard sound of one of the automatically folding chairs shutting in on itself sounds out through the room. “Sir?”

“Sir, are you okay?”

Hotch grips the edge of the desk tighter, his knuckles whitening under the strain. “I’m--” his knees buckle but he forces his weight to his arms. Squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his teeth. “I’m okay,” he manages.

A student, he can’t tell which one, cautiously approaches his side. “Sir,” he calls. The student, Carter one of his more extroverted and adventurous students, squats down by his side, hand on his back just above his belt. “Not to alarm you,” Carter says, “but I think you’re having an anxiety attack. Do you have any medicine? Is there something we can do?”

Hotch squeezes his eyes shut, trying to work against the tears rapidly falling down his cheek. “My--” he grabs frantically for his tie. The knot against his throat tightening steadily to a noose until he can’t stand it. His hands are too weak to pull the material away but graciously, his useless fingers are pushed aside. Carter undoes the knot quickly and Hotch is suddenly very thankful that Carter’s pompous, cocky agenda brings a tie into his little aesthetic.

“In my office,” Hotch rasps, his hand twisted around his dress shirt. “It’s--” he sinks to the floor, head between his knees. “... a few,” he manages, “in my office.”

Carter turns over his shoulder. “Billy!”

Hotch looks up and watches Billy meagerly rise from where she’s called. Billy, while a great student, is riddled with social anxiety. Despite having taught the young woman all three years he’s been employed at the university she can’t meet his eye when they talk. And she always makes great haste in avoiding him. He’s never bothered to figure out if she’s got issues with authority, a problem with her father, or if she just hates him that much.

Carter turns back to Hotch, surprised by the startlingly vacant look in the man’s eyes. His eyes just watch Billy where she stands anxiously waiting to find out what awful thing she’s going to be asked to do.

“Sir,” Carter shakes Hotch a little. Smiling reassuringly when Hotch’s bloodshot eyes meet his. “I’m going to send Billy to get Professor Prentiss, is that okay? Billy is going to get the professor and we’re going to head to your office, alright?”

Hotch nods.

“Can-Can’t someone else go?”

Carter helps Hotch to his feet, graciously nodding his head to another student who slides under Hotch’s other arm. “No, Billy. Now go.”

Professor Prentiss is a notorious hardass. Her students love her but everyone else is terrified to even cross her path. She’s like a black cat, bound to be bad luck. It did not help Hotch’s already scary demeanor to befriend her. To spot the two of them coming across campus, Emily always professionally dressed in slacks and a dress shirt and Hotch in his standard suit and tie, they’d built a good rapport for being scarily mysterious.

Despite how frequently they could be spotted in the campus café laughing over a cup of coffee. Their human moments always outweigh their harsh ones. In fact, Emily Prentiss has only ever come down on a few students. The ones dumb enough to try and fool her. Hotch has never raised his voice to a student and is surprisingly lenient for a law professor or even just a professor in general.

For goodness sake, Emily stops to talk to the campus cats.

Hotch wears a little beanie with a red knot at the top Professor Garcia made him two Christmas’ ago and spends the spring semester chasing his son around the quad. (Garcia made him the beanie so she could recognize him easier in public. There are way too many tall men in suits around but the red little knot makes him easily detectable)

That’s not to say they’re still not intimidating.

“Pr-Professor Prentiss?”

Turning slowly from her chalkboard, Emily faces the weary voice. First of all, this is a senior advanced level Arabic class so there are only five students present and she knows each and everyone one of them. Well enough to know that whoever just called out her name is not one of her own. Nevermind they never break from Arabic during class time. Under her breath, in Arabic, Emily mumbles, “freshman.”

Yet, the young woman is dressed surprisingly professional.

“What is it,” Emily asks, crossing her arms. She pushes her glasses down her nose, moving the reading frame out of her sight. Looking down the length of her nose, raising an eyebrow at the girl. As if interrupting her class wasn’t bad enough, she’s not trying to waste instruction time on some undergraduate student roaming where she shouldn’t be.

The student steps in a little more, chest heaving, breathless, and looking anywhere but at Emily, stammers her way through an explanation. “Uh,” she wets her lips. “Um, Prof--Professor Hotchner he, um, he was-- he was taking us through, um, a criminal law case and he was…”

The half-amused smirk on Emily’s lips placed there in the humor of what she thought was going to be some silly mistake or a prank from a coworker is wiped away. Penelope has sent mischievous students her way in the past, to knock them down a few pegs or remind them who's in-charge here. Derek’s sent way too many kids over, a whole class once, instead of doing his job. It’s becoming very clear this is not a joke.

Tossing her glasses on her desk, she demands, “where is he?”

The girl takes two steps back, not liking Emily’s shift. “He, um, Carter took him to his office, ma’am. He--”

Emily turns to her students, “class is canceled. I’ll send you a text this afternoon to make up for class.” Then with a nod, takes off up the catwalk, shoes sounding sharply against the tile. “We’ll facetime!” Motioning the girls to follow, “you, with me. Let’s go.”

She sends Dave a text, nothing complex just “Aaron, SOS”.

Hotch’s office is down the same hall as his favorite auditorium to lecture in. She’d bullied him pretty hard upon finding this fact out. It sounded very, very nerdy. And it is. What kind of normal person has a favorite lecture hall? Let alone a favorite room? Just as promised, that’s where he is.

He’s on the floor, stripped of his jacket and his shirt thrown open to reveal his white-shirt. His head is in between his knees and a young man, Carter, Emily presumes, is struggling to open the orange bottle of Valium. People go broke buying the stuff from drug dealers and Hotch will refuse one up until he’s breathless and shaking.

“Get out.”

The boy stops, “what?”

Emily nods her head out the door, “both of you, out.”

They share a look but neither student puts up a fight.

Emily cracks the bottle open with a single twist, pouring a pill out into her hand. The only thing she has around to drink is what looks like either tea or coffee from (nothing him) days ago. He doesn’t use creamer but there’s still probably something toxic in their brewing. “Here,” she kneels down beside him.

He looks up, face broken out in sweat and cheeks flushed, and takes the pill from her palm.

“You okay,” she asks, rubbing his back. She watches her friend carefully, studying him.

He takes a deep breath and holds it, ticking the seconds away in his head. Nodding, he closes his eyes and hangs his head back limply between his knees. He lasts only a moment, eyes flying open she finds nothing but pure terror in his dark eyes.

“Hotch,” she calls, unsure if he’s even here with her right now. “Hotch, calm down. What’s going on?”

He shakes his head, “hard to breathe…” His hand comes to his shirt, gripping the white material tightly. “Can’t-- Can’t get enough… not enough air.”

She nods her head, sounds about right. “You’re okay,” she promises. “You’re completely safe right here with me, okay? We’re in your office and you’ve taken a Valium.”

He nods. Right. His office. He can feel the rough mug and smell the old books.

It’s hot. “Off,” he rasps, tugging harshly on his shirt. “Off. I want it--” Too hot and too tight and all over him and--

“Okay,” Emily stops his frantic movements, his hands tearing at his dress shirt. “Okay,” she grabs his left hand by the wrist, easily pulling the shirt off his shoulder and moving his arm out of the fabric. He’s already calming back down, sinking forward as she works his right arm out.

He’d been trapped. Hot and trapped and his brain isn’t working right.

“That’s better,” Emily whispers. She moves closer to him, sitting between his legs and hesitantly pulls him into a hug. He goes where he’s pulled, letting her guide his head to her shoulder.

He sniffles, unable to stop his tears. “He was there,” he whispers. “I saw him.”

She soothes him but she has no idea who or what he’s talking about it. All she knows is that three years ago Dave dragged Hotch here and had a look around. He’d been a mess then. Hair windswept or maybe just unkept and leaning heavily on a cane while Jack had circled them excitedly. She’d shaken his hand and greeted him because Dave is her friend; he'd introduced Aaron as an old friend. He’d looked haggard and disheveled but that hadn’t bothered Emily too much. He’d intrigued her.

Aaron started in an introductory course that fall. Predictably, Dave had allowed him into their trusted group of friends. He’d been removed, at first. Distant and didn’t speak much. Not that he speaks all that much now but it was so much worse back then. Whatever he’d needed that cane for, whatever had driven him from prosecution, whatever had made him a widower and single father that remained his secret. A part of him so guarded only Dave knew and, as she suspected, he would be the only one to ever know.

“Good Lord,” Dave appears in the doorway, shaking his head at the sight before him. “You look like hell.” He leans against the frame of the door, arms crossed. “You know,” he informs them casually. “The two of you have officially ruined your image around here. How’s anyone going to be afraid of you if they walk past this door and see the two of you cuddling on the floor?”

Emily scoffs but doesn’t move away. She keeps moving her hand up and down his back. His breathing has calmed back down but his heart is still racing. “Shut up,” she grumbles. “At least, my reputation isn't being a sleaze bag.”

Dave sucks his teeth, frowning at her. “I am not a sleaze bag,” he defends. He’s not. His reputation for sleeping with the faculty does preside him but it’s horribly honorable that he stays away from the students. They all know coworkers not upholding that standard.

“You okay,” Emily directs her attention back to Hotch. He squirms out of her hold, shakily forcing his feet back under his body and standing.

“Hey,” Garcia knocks on the door and squeezes in beside Rossi. “Everything okay in here?”

Hotch turns his body away from her, scrubbing his face with hands.

“Yeah,” Emily assures her with a smile. It’s obviously not the truth. Hotch is standing in his white undershirt, dress shirt and suit jacket on the floor. His tie not even on the same half of the room. There’s a pill bottle knocked over on his desk and his hair, from what can be seen from the back, is crazy. “We’re good, Pen.”

Garcia nods her head, skeptically. “Okay,” she smiles, eyeing Hotch. He glances over his shoulder at her and she can see his red rimmed eyes and wet face. It’s okay if he doesn’t trust her with this kind of stuff just yet. She understands. “I’ll see you guys at lunch?”

Hotch nods, “we’ll see you there.” His voice is surprisingly rough but she leaves without comment.

Emily reaches out and squeezes his shoulder. “Why don’t you stay here, alright?” He’s still shaking and looks rather awful. “I’m going to send your class home. Take a nap or something, you look like a train wreck.”

Hotch just hums, lifting his his hands to his face. The feeling of his body is yet to return. His arms don’t even feel connected to his body. Rubbing his hands across his face he can hear Emily and Dave whispering behind him.

“See you at lunch, Hotch.” Emily says as she steps out of the room.

Leaving Dave and Hotch.

“Are you ever going to talk about it?” Dave asks.

Hotch sighs but doesn’t turn to face the man.

“Come on,” Dave sighs. “It’s been years. If you don’t get it out, it’s going to kill you.”

George Foyet going to kill Aaron. Maybe not today but it’s a matter of time.

“Not now,” Hotch mumbles, turning his attention to his desk. He brushes the spilled pills into the bottle. Ignoring the careful way Dave regards him. He knows he has to eventually work out these stupid nightmares. It’s one thing to find himself trapped there in that house at night. It’s another when the nightmares work their way into the light.

“One day then, hmm?”

Hotch freezes, his anxiety sky rockets just thinking about it. They’ll have to institutionalize him first. Drug him up and throw away the key before he finds the words to describe what happened that day. Mentally, he’s not even sure he’s strong enough to think about it for too long.

Clearing his throat Hotch nods, “right.” He takes a deep breath. Lawyers are blood sucking liars, right? Well, he hopes this once Dave believes his bluff. “One day.”

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #david rossi #emily prentiss #jack hotchner #canon divergence #crimimal minds au #penelope garcia #spencer reid #derek morgan #jennifer jareua #haley hotchner #george foyet

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There’s a Light Over at the Frankenstein place - Sebastian Stan fluff

The one where you’ve been set up on a blind date with Sebastian Stan, with whom you had briefly worked and considered to be a friend. The only problem is, does he feel the same way?

Warnings: light angst? I’m incapable of writing anything without a happy ending, so do not worry.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Seb?” I asked, honestly surprised to find him walking in with who I assumed to be his mother, by the similarity of their constitutions. His eyes met mine and I could swear he blushed, before looking down to his shoes and averting his eyes to his godmother, who stood next to me.

“You two are witches, do you know that?” He provoked, to which the two women simply giggled. I looked from one woman to the other, not being able to contain the sheepish smile trying to fight its way into my expression.

“I can’t believe this,” I teased Anastasia, who simply rolled her eyes at me, before nudging me with her elbow.

“Well, you couldn’t stop talking about him since you two met, so we decided to help,” she explained and it was my turn to roll my eyes.

“So I say that I finally met your grandson and that he really is nice and you read that I’m in love with him? Remind me to never say something to you again, Lord knows how you’re going to interpret it,” she blushed at the comment, but it was obvious by my smile that I was only joking. “Listen, if I have to go out with anyone tonight, I’m glad it’s with you, Seb.” I winked in his direction and didn’t miss the fact that he, yet again, blushed under my gaze.

Georgeta, Sebastian’s mom, grinned at me like I had hung the moon in the sky. I remembered he had told me how big of a fan of my work she was and so I made sure to hug her and introduce myself since he didn’t seem to be too eager to do so at that moment. Soon enough, both she and Anastasia kissed us goodbyes and with their last reminders to behave, finally left us be.

I wasn’t lying about what I had said. I was so incredibly grateful that my blind date turned out to be Sebastian, not only because I thought he was actually cute, but because he was someone I was already comfortable with and I hated the idea of spending my Thursday night with a complete stranger who could bore me to death. There was absolutely no possibility that was going to happen, though, since he was my company.

Despite the fact that we hadn’t known each other for that long, the two weeks we had spent together on set was one of the best experiences of my life. He was simply so freaking funny and considerate and I couldn’t forget the feeling that filled my heart when we spent the whole night looking up at the stars and talking about our greatest fears. It was so nice to find someone who understood my problems with anxiety so well, but every time I thought about the suffering this incredible human being went through because of it, I wanted to wrap him in a blanket cocoon and never let him leave my arms again.

“So…” I started, seeing as we were both still one in front of the other and he hadn’t made any movement that indicated his decision to sit down at the table Anastasia and I had picked when we arrived. “Do you want to stay here or would you rather go somewhere else?” I asked, watching as he finally looked me in the eyes, scratching his nape.

“Whatever you wish, darling…” he stated, but I could still see the clear discomfort in his stance. I looked around me once, weighing the trendy restaurant his godmother had brought me to before voicing what I had already decided.

“Let’s get out of here,” I pulled him to me by the sleeve of his coat, locking our arms together before we let the cold air of Los Angeles’ evening hit us.

“Where are we going?” he questioned and I simply glanced at him, a smile on my lips.

“You’ll see.” Was my only answer as I quickly made my way towards the spot I had in mind. The walk was silent, despite the fact that I tried to come up with something to say a thousand times, but his disquiet threw me off completely. I knew blind dates were awkward, but seeing that we already knew each other, I was expecting at least some kind of conversation, since I considered us to be friends.

My feet took me to a well-known path and soon enough I found myself in front of my favorite bar in LA. I spent too much time during my visits here, but I had never brought any of my friends here before.

“What is this?” Sebastian asked, his bright blue eyes shining under the bar’s neon sign.

“The favorite place in this city,” I explained, pushing in the doors to let us in. Instantly, the familiar buzz of excited voices and the dim lights welcomed me to the environment I came to know so well.

“Hey, Peter!” I shouted over the other voices gathered around the bar, excitedly waving at the barman.

“Y/N! I wasn’t expecting you around here these days!” The muscular man behind the counter shouted back, his hands occupied with wiping down a few glasses. I simply shrugged, sticking my tongue out.

“You know I’m full of surprises.” I giggled.

“That I do. What can I get you today?” I glanced at Sebastian, but as he was too occupied staring at his feet, I decided to let it go.

“I’ll have a beer, please.”

“And your friend?” I remained quiet, not looking at Sebastian as I waited for him to say something. To be honest, I was getting pretty pissed now.

“Oh, nothing for me, thank you.” That was it. As I accepted the bottle Peter offered me, I walked around the bar and chose a seat right in front of the barman, just under the tv, so I could get a good view of the game that was playing.

“Do you want me to look if there’s a soccer game on?” The bartender knew me too well.

“Yes, please,” I smiled gratefully at him, taking a swig of my beer. From the corner of my eye, I could see Sebastian changing his weight from one foot to another. Oh, so he was getting uncomfortable. Good. Maybe now he’d understand how I felt.

“Do you want to stay by the bar?” His voice reached me and it sounded timid. I raised an eyebrow.

“Well, seeing as I wasn’t expecting you to stick around, I figured it’d be better for me to remain here than to be left alone at a table.” Sebastian frowned at my words as I cursed myself for being mesmerized by the blue in his eyes.

“What do you mean?” I took a deep breath when I realized he truly looked confused.

Turning in my chair, I abandoned the game I was only pretending to watch and fixed my attention on my date for the night. “Sebastian, it’s okay. You can go back to your place. I promise I won’t tell your godmother, we can just say it didn’t work out or whatever. I just can’t bear this vibe anymore, I hate to see how uncomfortable you seem to be by me even though I thought we were friends until tonight.” I scoffed, feeling incredibly silly under his piercing gaze. I had to look down at my shoes before continuing.

“It’s so stupid, I was expecting to have a terrible night. And then when I saw you getting into the restaurant with your mother, I was hopeful that at least I would have fun. After all, I love your company.” Huffing, I straightened up on the chair, still not looking him in the eyes. “I’m sorry if you felt embarrassed at the prospect of going on a date with me. This could have been simply a night out between friends.”

“I don’t want to be your friend.” The words froze me in my spot, making my insides feel like they would burst and kill me on the spot at any minute, now. The shock finally made me look up to meet his eyes, and the encounter made it seem like he was surprised by his own words as well. “Shit. That’s not what I meant.”

Trembling, I left my chair and reached for my purse blindly, already turning around in search of the bar’s exit. “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain,” I whispered, despite knowing he probably wouldn’t listen over the loud sounds surrounding us.

Quick steps took me outside of the building and the cold wind from the night sobered me up. What the fuck was that? My mind wasn’t working fast enough to catch up with what was going on, but my heart felt up to date, as I could feel it breaking into a thousand pieces.

It was stupid, but I knew I had a crush on Sebastian. And despite knowing he’d never feel attracted to me, I just never expected him to not even want to be my friend.

Sebastian’s P.O.V.

I was stuck on the same spot Y/N had left me, mulling over my own stupidity when at last something clicked and I found myself running out of the bar to look for her. Thankfully, she wasn’t very far so I managed to reach her just before she crossed the street.

“Wait, please,” I asked, grabbing her by the shoulder. I was expecting her to pull away or at least yell at me, but when she turned around with tears in her eyes, I knew I had screwed up. “Shit. Fuck. C’mon, doll, please don’t cry over me.” I pulled her for a hug, which she thankfully didn’t refuse, but she didn’t reciprocate either. Well, small steps. At least she was still here.

I let her cry against my sweater as I pondered over my own stupidity. Why was I like this? I hurt the only person in the world I didn’t want to hurt and now my own heart was heavy, not only with regret but also with fear. I was terrified of the prospect of losing Y/N.

Her cute little sobs started to soften and I felt it was safe to pull away from her just enough so that I could get a clear view of her face, which I quickly held between my hands. “Doll, I’m so sorry. God, I’m such an idiot, and I understand if you hate me and don’t want to see me ever again, but please just let me explain. When I said I didn’t want to be your friend… What I meant was… I would love nothing more than to be more than friends. I was actually the one who asked my mother and my godmother to set us up on a date.”

She blinked once and then twice, her lips stuck in a pout as the tears disappeared from her eyes. “I-I don’t understand…” She raised her coat’s sleeve to wipe her face as she stared up at me, her brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of what I had just shared.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you since we met.” My eyebrows rose all the way to my hairline at those words. I even snorted, 100% not believing what he had just said.

“Well, you have a weird way of showing that, Sebastian.” He chuckled, looking down at his shoes before meeting my eyes again.

“You’re not wrong. I… I am so bad at dealing with what I feel about you, in fact, that I had to resort to my godmother’s matchmaking skills. And you saw how she gets… But I wanted to get through with it, because otherwise, I wouldn’t know how to ask you out.” Narrowing my eyes at him, I tilted my head as I crossed my arms, the picture of annoyance.

“Then why the hell did you treat me like a nuisance? I mean, you’ve barely said a word to me all night!” It was hard to ignore how cute he looked with his cheeks slightly tinted pink, but I tried to. I wanted to be angry, I had every right to be irritated!

“Yeah, well… Turns out my plan wasn’t as great as I thought. When I saw you in that restaurant…” His phrase was interrupted by a low whistle. “I could only think something along the lines of shitfuckshit she looks too great ohmygod I’m gonna ruin this fuckfuckfuck abort mission abort.” Now, I had to laugh. And just like that, I could feel that warm fuzzy feeling that took over me whenever I was near Sebastian, and he knew it. His small, shy smile was begging me to forgive him when I had already done it.

“You’re too cute for your own good, Stan.” Pulling him by the lapels of his coat, I stood on my tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss on his lips, before separating our heads to gather his reaction. He was wide-eyed, but obviously not displeased, as his gaze kept traveling from my own eyes to my lips while he licked his.

“Well, so far I’d say it’s been highly advantageous to me.” Giggling, I allowed him to embrace me until our chests were pressed tightly together. “Think you can spare me another kiss?” I frowned in fake confusion at his question.

“Before you take me out on a proper date? You must be confusing me with another woman, good sir.” Now, it was his turn to laugh.

“That’s fair. Where to, milady?” I accepted the arm he was offering me while giving him a mischievous look.

“Anywhere, as long as you talk to me, silly.” The smile he gave me made me melt as I hugged his arm and allowed him to guide me through the night.

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karmaisntswag · 3 years

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company . lov

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▷genre;; angsty fluff

▷what to expect;; a lil gore, adult language,, angst,,, and wholesome league content!!!

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hi :),, uHm, hey. i’m bee!!! and this is my first fanfic. be prepared to cringe your life away lmao.

enjoy :D

A loud gasp made the quiet night not so silent.

“Oh my god, oh, my god, oh, my god! Dabi! Look!” The voice belonged to a short female standing at around 5′2, the excitement in her tone obvious as she ran from between the trees. Himiko Toga.

The blood sucking, childish, psychopath heroes all around Japan were worried about was out and about which was extremely dangerous given the current price on her head. But, she knew she was safe, and she’d stay in that state for however long she had company. It was like they were taking shifts. First, the girl was left with Twice. Then, Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Dabi, and now, it seemed they’d all come.

“Oh! Hi Shiggy!” Himiko came to a halt, eyes brightening as she saw the leader. A little wave followed right after her greeting, her left hand clutching tight onto a decapitated head, fingers tangled in the dark, messy hair of the woman. For a moment, it was like she’d forgotten what was in her grasp.

“Toga?” Tomura’s harsh voice sounded unnatural in the calm setting. An eyebrow lifted with his words, his head motioning slightly to the head as his nails scratched away at his neck. Blond hair fell against her cheek as Toga tilted her head slightly, smile disappearing only to be replaced with a pout, then a face of realization. She held up the head. “This is my new friend. Isn’t she pretty?” The head turned, facing the others; eyes open and rolled back, mouth sewn shut.

Dabi scoffed, “Beautiful, c’mon crazy, are we done here?” - “What!? No!! Look at her! I saw people talking about shruken heads on the t.v yesterday and wanted one of my own! Look! I did the sewing myself!” The head was thrust forward towards the now annoyed male. He gave a sarcastic smile to the teenager, reaching behind him to grab Tomura’s wrist, bringing his hand forward and planting all five of his fingers on the head. Toga screamed. Tomura huffed, ripping his arm from the ravenette’s grasp and planting it by his side.

“Fuck off. Toga. We’ve been here long enough, let’s go.” The leader walked off, Dabi whistling as he followed, shoving his hands into his pockets. With sad yellow eyes, Himiko stared at the pile of dust on the ground. Her new toy already ruined. Gently, she sat herself down on the ground in front of it, head tilted as she just stared at it, a bird flying towards her, landing infront of her and on the dust.

Alive.

Dead.

Not even a seccond later and it’s life had come to an end. She wondered how it’s family would react- if it had any, that is. Was it a mother? Did it have little babies to feed? Was it out hunting, or did it just want to make a friend?

Looking at the bloodied knife in her hand, wondering who the cries were coming from, Toga bit her lip, drawing her own blood.

It was like an instinct. What was she supposed to do now? Eat it? Get kicked out, and called a freak, again? Or, was it better to just leave? Go on the run again, alone. Another desperate cry left her lips, delicate hands dropping the knife, and moving to her hair, tugging lightly.

Why couldn’t it just stop?

She was finally feeling at home with the league- finally, feeling comfortable, yet she had to go and mess it up again. She couldn’t help it.

It all seemed like fun and games for Himiko, but she couldn’t stop anymore. It had become an undying, ever hungry need. A necessity. She needed it to live.

The thrill, the screams- every singly thing that came with cutting up her next disguise gave her a purpose, but, she hated it.

Love and hate really weren’t so different after all. It was so easy to love the things you hate, and hate the things you love. The blond didn’t know which catagory she fell into. Did she hate loving it, or love hating it?

Four fingers came to wrap around both wrists, pinky lifted as her beloved leader moved her hands away from her hair, resting them on her lap. Shigaraki crouched down infront of the crying girl, quickly decaying her point of focus. The bird.

At this point she’d made a whole story up for the animal, only to make herself feel more guilty- to make herself cry harder.

“I-I’m sorry,” her voice was quiet. Void of emotions, eyes brimming with more tears, a knot forming in her throat. She wanted to stay quiet. “I’m so sorry, S-Shiggy. I’ll leav-e.” Himiko’s large, slightly puffy eyes locked with red ones for a moment, before the sob broke through, causing her to jolt forward, and Shigaraki’s arms to wrap around her small frame.

Her cries grew louder as her head rest against his chest, hands gently rubbing her back. He thought the head being destroyed was what had her so bothered, the bird meant nothing to him.

“Don’t be silly,” he scoffed, “why on earth would we want you to leave? Your quirk is useful, and you’re a vital part of this team.” Another sob sounded at that, and he slowly pulled away, a loud, exaggerated huff came from behind the girl, her eyes widening, as she spun around, startled, and quickly getting defensive, stained knife at the ready.

Despite her instant readiness to attack, there was no need. It was only Dabi, head facing a little away from the two, arms open, ready for Toga to make home in.

She stubbornly refused, arms crossing over her chest as she glared at him, “I don’t like you very much, right now. You suck. Broke my new toy.” Himiko grumbled, tone completely serious.

In a quick act of surrender, the burnt male raised his palms, mumbling a, “sorry, sorry,” which the girl seemed pleased with. A tiny smile gracing her chapped, bloodied lips, she lifted herself off the ground, slowly walking towards the taller, and wrapping her arms around his torso, his snaking around her neck, as his head came to rest on top of hers.

He knew. He’d been told.

Toga felt closest with Dabi.

They had joined together after all, for more or less the same reasons too. He was like an older brother to her, and so, she of course got attached. He would never admit it infront of any conscious person, but so did he. There, was teasing-, bullying and names involved, it was only to be expected from the two, but they didn’t mind. That was how those who saw eachother as family were meant to banter, right? They knew it was all fun either way. So, when Dabi saw Toga sobbing after he ruined her creation, he instantly knew that wasn’t the reason. Sure, she’d of course have been sad, but the feelings wouldn’t have been strong enough to make her cry. They’d never been in the past, and he’d done way worse then burning a stupid person’s, stupid head.

Then, he saw the bird, and it all clicked.

So, now he whispered, fingers running through the girl’s hair as he coaxed her into a sort of calm, her sobs turning into weak whimpers, eyes screwing shut as her brows furrowed in concentration. Shigaraki sighed once more, stopping his scratching, to call for their transportation, and his oldest friend to arrive and take them home.

“Hey, can I come in?”

No reply came, only the sound of a door lock clicking, before the door finally opened seconds later to reveal an annoyed, half asleep Himiko Toga. “What?” She muttered, yawning, fists rubbing at her eyes. “Whaddya want? It’s two am.”

Dabi smiled, pushing past her, and closing the door behind him with the simple excuse of; “if you do this to me, why can’t I do it to you?” Toga only flipped him off, dragging her feet back to her bed covered with a teddy bear, much larger than herself. One of the bear’s ears were cut off, the opening sewn shut, as well as the stuffed wound from a missing eye. Smaller plushies also littered her room, many joining the bear in having injuries from Toga’s tantrums or stitched features. By the time Dabi tore his eyes from a lamb with no limbs in the corner of her room, back to the once again sleeping girl, the smile was gone. He walked towards her, plopping himself next to her, before moving the bear, and laying down in it’s place, arms wrapping around Toga who instantly shifted towards him, a small kiss being pressed to the top of her head, his own eyes shutting.

“I love you, Himi.”

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dnvrsmedia · 4 years

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Ok so I just read ‘I’m Home’ and omg I’m all in my Maria feels! Could u maybe write some Maria x fem!reader where it’s Ophelia first day of school ever and when Maria and R drop her off Maria gets emotional and it’s all cute and fluffy pls??? Thanks!💕

First Day of School

Maria Hill x reader

request: above

summary: It’s Ophelias first day of school

AN: i got WAAAAYY too into this BAHSH i literally love the way this is going!! pls send in more recs for this series i love it sm! stay safe

It was the night before your daughters first day of school and you didn’t know how to feel. Your daughter on the other hand was excited out of her mind. You’ve never seen her get this excited before and it’s making you tear up. You walked into the living room to see your two favorite girls cleaning up toys and getting ready for bed.

“And when I get there i’m gonna make sooo many friends and we’re gonna color and have fun!” Ophelia squealed and clapped in excitement.

“Is that right, baby girl?” Maria scooped Phee in her arms and blew raspberries on her tummy. Phee was giggling so loud that you couldn’t help but laugh yourself.

“Why is it that every time I leave you two I miss out on all the fun?” You fake pout and head over to your family. You sat criss cross apple sauce right next to your wife.

“Mama!” Phee climes into your lap.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s because you’re boring.” Maria smirks and you fake gasp.

“Keep talking like that and you’re on the couch.” You giggle as Maria attacks your face with kisses.

“I’m sorry!” She says in between kisses. God, you’re gonna miss this. Your baby is growing up! If you think about this any longer you’ll have a mental breakdown. With that you shake your head and stand up with Phee in your arms.

“Okay sweet pea it’s time to go night night.” You softly say as you move the little hairs away from her eyes. Normally, Phee would give you a fuss. Since she was so excited for tomorrow, she automatically gave in.

“Okay, Mama.” Phee yawned and rubbed her eyes. Maria rubs her back and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

“Goodnight, Mommy!” Phee calls out to Maria before she heads up to get ready for bed.

After putting Ophelia to bed you walk back to your shared bedroom. As you round the corner you hear sniffing coming from your bedroom. You open your door to see Maria on the bed crying while looking at baby pictures of Ophelia.

“Awh, baby come here.” You take Maria in your arms and rub her back while she cries.

“God, I’m a mess!” She laughs out while wiping her tears.

“You should’ve seen me earlier! I was sobbing in the shower!” You giggle out. The two of you reminisce on your little family as you drift off to sleep.

The alarm blared from your nightstand at six thirty in the morning. Maria was already up, since she had to book it to work rigjt after dropping Phee off at school. No matter how many times you had to wake up early in the past you never get used to it. You groan as you stretch to turn off the alarm. Maria walks out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth. She stares at you amusingly and plants a wet toothpaste filled kiss on your temple. You groan even louder.

“You know I hate when you do that!” You call out from the bed. You try to throw a pillow at her, but she walks into the bathroom just before it could hit her. You roll your eyes and get your ass out of bed. Soon after getting ready, you head to the kitchen. It was Maria’s turn to get Phee ready since you put her to sleep. You turn on your cooking playlist and get right to work.

Just as you finish plating the breakfast, the two of them join you. You almost bust it in tears. You baby skips down the hallway in the cutest little flower dress. Her hair was braided into two french braids with ribbons on each end. To top of the absolute adorable-ness, she had a little minnie mouse back pack on her back.

“Look at you, baby! You look so beautiful!” You bent down to give her a hug and a kiss. Phee squeals and tries to wiggle out of your grasp. She is obviously very hungry. “Are you ready for today?” You ask her and look up to see Maria take pictures of the interaction. You give her a smile.

“Mama you already know that! Can we hurry this up i’m hungry!” You and Maria look at each other and laugh.

“Okay little miss bossy! Go to the table and Mama will bring you your food.” Maria turned to your daughter. Phee finally wiggle out of your grasp and headed straight for the table. You stood up and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Maria wraps her arms around your waist and gives a soft kiss on the mouth. “She definitely has been around Nat for too long.” She jokes and the both of you erupt in laughter.

After eating and pictures, you and your little family are on their way to school. Luckily the school that you’re going to is the same that Tony’s daughter, Morgan, goes to. They’re very good with safety and all, so you guys won’t have to worry. You could tell Maria is taking this a lot harder than you are at the moment. She’s looking out the window trying not to breakdown. You put your hand and rest it on her thigh for comfort.

You pulled into the schools parking lot and parked the car. You were starting to get teary eyed as you took Phee out from her car seat. The three of you walked hand in hand as you walked to the entrance of the school. You turned Maria to see her fighting tears. It was finally time to let your little girl go.

“Mommy why are you crying?” Phee let go of your hand and gave Maria the biggest hug she possibly could.

“Nothing, sweet pea it’s okay.” She chucked as she whiped her tears. “You’re just growing up so fast! Mommy’s being silly.” She smiled.

The school teacher called for the students to go inside. Maria let go of Phee and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“Now, Phee, remember what I told you last night. If anyone bothers you or anything let us know or let Morgan know, okay? Have a good day at school! We love you!” You give your baby one last hug and kiss before she slips into school.

You and Maria turn towards eachother and laugh at how ridiculous the two of you look. You give her a long hug before returning to your car and heading home.

#marvel x you #marvel request #marvel x reader #maria hill fluff #maria hill angst #maria hill #maria hill x fem reader #maria hill x reader #maria hill x you

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1-800-channie · 5 years

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Cigarettes & Mint | Chapter 1

→ Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

→ Genre: Very Angst / Fluff / Highschool!Au

→ Warning: Strong language; slight eating disorders; cursing; bullying; smoking; heartbroken;

→ Pairing: Badboy!Hyunjin x Innocent!Reader;

→ Summary: When your ego is bigger than your brain, you don’t mind breaking someone’s heart. As soon as the smell of cigarettes and mint invade your nostrils, your heart starts beating faster and your life starts falling apart. I bet you will end up broken.

→ Playlist for the Chapter:

↳ Paper Doll - Bea Miller ↳ Fool - NCT 127 ↳ Best Friend - iKON ↳ Friends - Chase Atlantic ↳ Colours - Day6

→ Words: +2K

→ N/A: Hiii everyone! I’m so excited to finally post my lovely ‘Cigarettes and Mint’ Fiction! It took me so long to write, every chapter was carefully written and revised at least five times. This is very important to me, so, i hope you love to read it as much as i loved to write it. OH and… Prepare your heart ;)

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[01:20 PM/ ONE DAY BEFORE THE BET]

The Canteen has never been a clean place, the tiled floor was always dirty with stains that would make your trainers get glued to the floor, but it’s was always a place full with enthusiasm and freedom, where everyone can talk aloud, and curse as much as they feel like to. The thin walls painted in white with the word ‘CANTEEN’ in yellow did a terrible job to preserve the loud yelling from inside, but no one seemed to care, almost like the canteen was a holy place, where everyone was free to do and say what they want.

The yellow color from the large wooden doors seem to become more vivid when the room is full, inside, students that could be mistaken to animals due to the amount of food they eat and for talking with their mouth packed, something that always made you want to throw up, are openly hanging out.

As everyone feeds their cravings for food, you feed your dark eyes by watching shamelessly the boy that is currently laughing at something that his best friend showed him on his iPhone. He is like a k-idol, impossible but inevitable to fall in love with, and you couldn’t help it but admire how handsome he was.

The music that echoes inside your brain from the headphones you have plugged in, is from a kdrama, where the boy stays under the freezing rain to kiss his beloved. And because of it, you feel your heart skip a beat while imagining you and Hyunjin on the same plot. As the slow beat went on you got lost on him.

As you stare blanked at the bad boy in front of you, your innocent brain makes it more accessible to cloud your eyes and make you face the scenario of him, drenched, over the icy rain, his huge hands on your tiny ones while he confesses the love he holds for you. His brown hair glued to his forehead and his lips red from the cold.

When someone yanked your headphones out of your ears you came back to reality, and there he is, in front of you, with a destructive smirk on his full red lips. He seemed much taller than you, and you felt so miserable staring at him while sitting down.

“Listen to me, Angel…” Hyunjin’s seductive voice orders you. “I know you like me very much, but the constant staring makes me uncomfortable as fuck, so please, stop staring at me like that, yeah?” As soon as he ceased talking everyone already had their attention on both of you, and they were giggling and pointing at your petty figure.

Your cheeks heated up from embarrassment, at that moment you wanted to dig a hole and hide inside until next week, so everyone would have forgotten about it already. When you stood up to excuse yourself, your legs weak and trembling, the hero of the story comes to the view to save you:

“Hyunjin, you didn’t need to be such a dick to her. You could’ve just talked to her privately, why humiliate her like that?” Hendery replies, a mad emotion taking advantage of his heaven made features.

“Look, you dont-” Minho came to help his friend, but your friend didn’t even let him finish. Hendery’s veiny hands gripped his shirt and he almost lifted him off the floor, angriness taking advantage of his bright form.

“Hendery~” Your scared frame whispered while tugging at his shirt. “Let them be… Please. It’s ok…”

Your childhood best friend takes a glace of five seconds at your appearance. You are bitting your lip nervously, he perceives your body trembling from the hand you have gripping him, the blush on your cheeks is redder than ever and small, hot and salty tears are forming at the corners of your eyes.

He releases the bad boy and gets closer to Hyunjin, their noses practically touching and he threatens him:

“Dont come close to my best friend ever again, or ill beat you until you can’t fucking walk, understand?”

Hyunjin grins. “Yes, sir.” He salutes him before turning his back at both of you and going back to his original seat.

You, with your whole body shivering, grab your green backpack and wander out of the happy canteen, where you were starting to feel suffocated in. The tears in your eyes seem to be stronger than all the strength in your body and they flow down your jowls, making you despise yourself for being so pity.

The tall man that just defended you runs after you on the immense corridor, his steps loud and lucid, and he grabs your wrist, holding you back.

“Let me go… please.” You beg your voice muffed, making it crack from all the sadness peaking up at the exterior.

“You know i can’t do that.” And with that said, he draws your body against his, your head leaning on his shoulder as you whine. “Why do you always fall for the bad boys huh?” He jokes while caressing your wavy hair.

You let a timid laugh escape your edges as you sob, the sense of being protected drowning you completely. Hendery is that efficacious, he makes you feel special and safe. He has eternally protected you, but you, being the careless silly you are, never really paid attention to it.

As you feel your body calming down, you lift your face to gaze at him, a dumb prince-like smile displaced on his margins.

“You always show up at the best timing… Do you have any kind of seventh sense to know when I’m in trouble?” The laugh that he left out could be considered the cutest laugh you have ever heard if you weren’t stupidly in love with the bad boy that just shamed you in front of half of the school.

“I do, babe.” He plays and laughs right after, a pleasant silence involving you both on your walk out of the school. The endless corridor is full with lockers in both sides and your steps are echoing inside it, due to it being empty. The only light inside it is provided by the little lamps on the ceiling, that unsuccessfully make their job of brightening your way.

As you both sit down on a bench, outside, the wind feels refreshing on your hot cheeks. The sun seems to fade away at the right time, leaving you and him on a fresh shadow. Hendery has an adorable little pout on his thin lips, you watch him confused:

“What’s wrong, big boy?” You ask while squeezing his cheeks, he groans annoyed and takes your hands out of his appearance.

“Just because i had to save the beauty from the beast, i didn’t get to eat lunch. Now, I’m hungry.” He informs you in a grumpy tone, crossing his arms over his chest like a child when their mom doesn’t give them what they want.

“Here.” You say, taking your lunchbox out of the backpack and handing him the food you should have eaten on the first break.

Hendery looks at you irritated. His thick eyebrows pushed together and his lips pressed in a thin line, making it pretty obvious that he was about to lecture you about not eating your food.

“Are you doing it again?” He asks more concerned than angry. “I dont want you in trouble again for throwing food out on the bin when it’s totally eatable. And, please, dont tell me you are stopping eating because someone called you fat…” He explains, his hand brushing your hair comfortably and his eyes stare deep into yours in genuine love.

“No… It’s not that!” You lie, taking his hands off of you. “I just dont like this conserve my mom chose…” You try to cover up your dirty lie and he seems to fall for it, at least for now. You feel relieved that he didn’t dig deep on the problem.

Hendery feeds the bread calmly, casually sipping the juice he bought not too long ago, pineapple flavored, also your favorite. The package of it it’s simply colored in green and yellow, with a picture of a pineapple, kind of aesthetic pleasing in your eyes.

“Are you… hmm… alright? After what he did?” His clumsy self asks without looking at you. So he could avoid your hurt expression because it would damage him too.

“It was my fault… i completely froze while looking at him, i would feel exactly like him if i was in his position.” You answer honestly, and Hendery couldn’t believe that you saw the good side of what that sucker did to you, and even defend him.

“Still…” The cutie sitting next to you remarks, stuffing his mouth. “He didn’t need to be that bold and rude.” He blunts out shrugging, talking with his mouth full.

Noticing the gross action, you slap his shoulder playfully, making him laugh and almost choke. Then, when you both were calmer, you leaned your head on his shoulder, seeking a way out of the images of Hyunjin.

[11:20 PM/ ONE DAY BEFORE THE BET]

The sounds that could be heard from the bottom floor were laughs and loud RnB music while the three friends hung out at one of their houses. Changbin is the one that has more money out of the three, his house looks like a palace, and it’s so quiet that Hyunjin envies it.

The spot where they usually stay is Binnie’s basement. It’s a big, cozy room with an even bigger TV, where they usually watch films. A fluffy carpet that they use to lay down on, and an expensive bathroom that always smells like vanilla.

Hyunjin was laying on the sofa, watching Changbin, that was sitting down o the fluff carpet playing ‘Call of Duty: Zombies’. Minho just came out of the luxurious bathroom, smiling at both of his best friends paying so much attention to a game. This makes him feel like he is the most mature out of the three.

“I want to do something fun…” The older boy says kicking Hyunjin’s body so he could sit next to him on the comfortable sofa. Changbin, the owner of their favorite place to hang out, turns off the PlayStation and turns his attention to the boys behind him, resting his head on his hands cutely.

Hyunjin already had a dangerous cigarette caught between his full lips, the urge to take those memories out of his mind was killing him. Binnie, scenting the disgusting smell of the smoke, mad, took the tobacco of his best friend lips and put it on the trash bin in a fast movement.

“I told you, no smoking inside my basement didn’t i?” The back haired boy warns his friend, watching Hyunjin groan out of annoyment. He just needed help to forget you and your sad eyes.

“I need to fucking get revenge out of that motherfucker,” Minho said angrily, he hated to be threatened, especially from someone as insignificant and poor as Hendery.

The three of them didn’t like him, but Minho was the one that hates him the most since the girl he was trying to date was stolen from him. Hendery and Lee’s crush, dated for one year, and she was treated like the queen she was. When she showed up in front of Lee Know, her neck full with bruises from a night of pleasure, he felt extremely jealous and swore to himself that the prince-charming needed to pay.

Hyunjin wanted to be left out as much as possible, he didn’t want to talk to you again, because now, he couldn’t stop seeing your hurt expression, and he felt bad for what he made you go thru. He hated Hendery for always being there and not leaving you alone.

The seductive boy plays with his lip ring as he thinks to himself how impulsive he was, and how he could have talked to you more carefully, without calling your best friend’s attention.

“What do you plan to do, huh?” Changbin asked while bitting the gum he had bought just for this specific moment of being with the only people that understand him.

“Get him hurt. I want him to suffer…” Minho said, his eyes traveled at the boy sitting on the sofa next to him, his legs wide open, his head was thrown back, he knew something was up with his friend, but he couldn’t bother to care, not when his ego was hurt.

“We need someone to get to him, right?” Binnie asked with a smirk on his lips.

“Guys please let him be… or dont get-” Hyunjin was trying to make his bestie quit the idea of hurting the boy because after all, he was just taking care of the girl he likes.

“THAT’S IT! THE ANSWER IS YOU, MY FRIEND.” Minho yelled, not letting his devastated best friend finish talking.

“I told you. I’m not doing it…” Hyunjin assures.

“I just needed you to fuck, Kim Sun, the girl you humiliated today, and make him suffer. I know he is in love with her ever since they met. If you hurt her, you will hurt him.” The blond man says smartly, feeling proud of all the sin inside of him.

“Nah. Nop. Fuck… No. I’m not doing that.” The lip ringed boy sifts uncomfortably on the sofa, a weird pain consuming his whole body just by thinking about you.

“I can do it,” Changbin says, the confidence taking advantage of his short body. “She is hot as hell, i dont mind doing it.” His large hands drawing an invisible line of your ass and tapping it right after.

“Nah man. She won’t ever let you close to her…” Minho denied his friend, and Changbin felt ridiculous for being left out of the group once again. He misses those times where the three of them would do everything together for fun, and not bother other people. He was afraid that if he refused to do what his friends wanted he would be left alone. And he dislikes being left alone.

Lee Know turns to the tall man next to him once again and tries his luck once again.

“Come on, Jinnie… She has a big ass, just like you want. She is quite pretty… It won’t be that hard.” He blunts out. “She is totally in love with you, she will be yours in just a few hours.” He feels his smile fade away when the stubborn man beside him shakes his head in a negative way for the third time.

“Well, i guess you are that weak, huh? Can’t even make a virgin girl fuck you without catching feelings.” Minho spits angrily those vulgar words, he knows Hyunjin will give up. Just because his ego is way bigger and stronger than his poor brain.

“What the fuck are you talking about man?” The smoker yells. “I can fuck her in less than three days, just by looking at her, i know she will fall on her knees for me!” Jinnie says full of himself, the images of your broken face being replaced by imagines of you moaning out loud his name.

He is Hwan Hyunjin, the biggest playboy of the school, not just someone.

“I bet you can’t get into her pants in three days and then leave her right after,” Minho smirks and throws fireworks inside him, he finally got what he wanted.

“I bet i fucking can!” Hyunjin was obviously irritated, and his ego was hurt.

“Good, we start counting tomorrow then,” Changbin says, forcing the angry boys to look at him.

Hyunjin knows he shouldn’t do this. He will hurt you, he will break you., he will tear you apart, but he couldn’t care less, because his ego was being tested.

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compulsion, n;

an irrational need or irresistible urge to perform some action, often despite negative consequences

pt. 4 / ? [ prev / next / masterlist ]

A/N: We all need a little taste of demon!san, even in seonghwa fics – sidenote I changed from writing in present to past, because I seem to always do that automatically smh

Word Count: 2k

TW: angst, heights, demonic antics?

The apartment was rustic, but surprisingly bright considering who owned it – it was quite artistic actually, lots of large paintings hung up on the brick walls and furniture that looked like it belonged in the 50s. It blended together well with the modern kitchen and its glass counter tops as well as the giant flat screen in the living room.

“You demon’s have a lot of money?” You turned towards Seonghwa and raised an eyebrow, questioning. His lips stretched, revealing a grin of perfect, white teeth – then chuckled a bit.

“I’ve been around for a while; I have my ways.” He said, guardedly. You huffed and walked over to the window that was the furthest inside of the apartment. The building was one of the highest in the whole city, and you were currently on the 20th floor out of 40. It was more than high enough to spark a slight fear but being inside it didn’t bother you that much.

“One needs a place to pull back and relax you know. Being a night creature, I need to fill the passing daytime.” Seonghwa added, standing next to you with his arms crossed over his chest. You turned your face towards him, wanting to start questioning him again, but something prohibited you from doing so, as if your words were physically held back.

“Brother! You’re home! You’ll never believe what I did last night-“ A voice was heard from behind and the two of you turned at an instant. Your eyes widened at the sight of the silver haired man who had tortured you days ago. You unwillingly backed up, the back of your head hitting the window with a hard thump. Your hand instantly flew to the growing pain from the crash and you couldn’t help but crouching down to collect yourself.

“What did I say about coming here without my permission?” Seonghwa asked the silver one, his position untouched since the other entered the room. You looked up, seeing the man walk slowly towards you, picking up an apple from the fruit bowl on the coffee table along the way. He threw it back and forth in his hands a few times before taking a large bite out of it. You noticed a stripe of juice from the fruit seeping from the corner of his mouth, which he quickly wiped away with hand. His stare was placed on Seonghwa only, his brows furrowing slightly as if confused.

“But we’re brothers, aren’t we – shouldn’t we be allowed in each other’s homes? There must be some kind of code on that, don’t you think?” He said, his tone sly and low.

“San, you know I am not fond of you being here.” Seonghwa said, reminding you of the silver’s name. Neither of them moved nor spoke again for a while, and you were still frozen on the floor, scared to do anything in this moment. San suddenly turned his face towards you, his stone like expression changing into a smirk.

“What are you doing down there, honey? Get up.” He told you and you slowly arose into a standing position. A few seconds after you hear San laugh.

“Ahah! I make your pet nervous; can I borrow it?” You had failed to notice how much you were fidgeting and constantly trying to avoid San’s stare, keeping your eyes on the floor. You felt a firm hand on your shoulder, the grip so hard that you hissed.

“No, they’re not my pet. They’re a human I’m researching.” Seonghwa said coldly, pulling you with him past San towards one of the doors in the apartment. Once he shoved you through it, he closed on you before you could protest and you heard the lock being turned from the outside. In a sudden panic, you started knocking on the door, telling Seonghwa to let you out.

“I’ll be right back; I just need to take care of some things.” He said unsympathetically. You tried to protest, shouting that he couldn’t just leave you there. You heard a couple of footsteps, then nothing. Turning around, you took in the room you had been locked inside of. It was decorated nicely like the living area, except this one was filled with a single bed, a small tv, a desk and a small fridge. Curious, you checked the fridge – it was filled with enough food to last for days. Then, you noticed another door inside the room – this one opened and led to a bathroom.

“Damn, this demon surely has done this before.” You mumbled to yourself as you plopped down on the bed. There was no one you could call for help, your bag being left in the hallway as you entered the place. Right now, you were just happy that the room had a window, so it didn’t feel completely enclosed. There was no use trying to escape through it though, as the drop was straight down from there. For now, all you could do was to wait and hope Seonghwa would actually return soon as he said. You found the remote to the tv, turning it on to distract yourself from the situation. Soon, you found your eyes getting tired, suddenly falling into a deep sleep.

…

You wake up to a repeated banging noise a while later, unsure of how long you’ve been knocked out or where you were. When reality hit you, you sighed as you took in the darkness of the room, realising night-time had come. The tv had turned off by itself, so the little light illuminating the room came from the moon outside the window; except that it was flickering, covered by some kind of silhouette. The banging occurred again, making you shift, facing the source. You once again wanted to crawl into a corner because there, outside the window, was San somehow hanging onto the side of the tall building with no difficulty whatsoever. When he saw that you had noticed him, his eyes flashed to black for a second as he was smiling at you, then they returned to their normal state before he was pointing down at the window handle. You knew it was a bad idea, but you slowly walked over to the window and opened it wide. San quickly hopped in, landing right in front of you, only inches apart from your body.

“I thought you might not like being locked up like this, so I came to help you out.” He said, his smile so innocent that he almost looked naive. You tried to take a few steps back from him, but he quickly grabbed your arm.

“Or did you not want my help?” His face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your skin, shivering at how warm it was. His expression was completely different now, entirely serious and almost vicious. Scared of what would happen if you declined, you swallowed and nodded quickly. His grip let go of you and his sweet smile returned. He walked up to the door and swayed his finger in front of the lock before opening the door.

“After you.” He suggested, almost bowing slightly as he held the door open for you to exit.

“If you could do that, why did you come through the window?” You asked him, making him chuckle slightly.

“Ah oh that, well, Seonghwa doesn’t exactly – allow me to open his front door from the outside, so, the window is usually my way in.” He kept on grinning playfully and wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you out of the apartment. Following you into the elevator, he pressed the button of the very top floor, making you question his intentions.

“Where are you taking me?” You questioned, feeling your insides boil in fear of this man considering his past actions.

“Well, to see how pretty the city is at night, you silly.” He said, his hand tightening around you, pulling you closer to him. You could swear that if his hands had been directly on your skin, they would have left burn marks because of how hot they were.

Once you had reached the top, San changed his grip on you, instead intertwining his fingers with yours and pulling you out onto the roof of the building. You found yourself fascinated by all the illuminating city lights, yet completely dizzy from how high up you were, causing your feet to stop at a standstill. When San noticed your halt, he quickly turned and stared at you.

“What’s the matter? You aren’t afraid of heights, are you?” He asked you with a pout. Your eyes landed on his quickly, but soon flickered away from him, not wanting to show your fear.

“Awww.” He let out, his hand returning to your waist and half pushing, half pulling you closer to the edge. Soon, you were standing right at the end of the building, only a fence barely reaching your thighs and San’s grip keeping you from falling off.

“Look, darling. Look down for me, won’t you?” His tone was sweet and gentle, and somewhat endearing, yet, you refused to shift your stare, terrified of what was below. When you didn’t obey, he grabbed the back of your shirt with his free hand and shoved your body into a 90 degree angle. You were now facing straight down, the cars on the roads below looking like mere ants from this height. Impulsively, you closed your eyes, trying to fight San’s grip and pull yourself back up, but to no use.

“I said- Look!” His voice was not gentle anymore, his words were sung almost as a growl, making him feel animalistic. You opened your eyes back up, noticing tears falling straight down as you did. Feeling your chest heaving for breath, you tried to collect yourself, but to no use.

“I’m looking, I’m looking.” You let out with sobs, praying that he wouldn’t just let go of his grip of you and push you off.

“What the fuck are you doing?” A familiar voice was heard a from the other side of the roof. Quickly, you were ripped out of San’s hands and discarded on the ground like a piece of trash. You looked up through your tear-filled eyes to see Seonghwa lift San off the ground by his collar.

“I told you that they weren’t yours to play with, didn’t I?” He said.

“Y-yes, you did.” You could see San’s face scrunching up with his words, and you found yourself wondering if the other was hurting him.

“You’ve used up all your chances now, boy. If you cross me one more time, I’ll make sure to get your bond broken.” He warned the silver one.

“That’s not your decision to make!” San exclaimed, hissing at the pain of raising his voice soon after.

“But you know I can get it done, don’t you, huh?” Seonghwa cautioned, his voice so low that you could barely hear it. San nodded as quickly as you had only 10 minutes earlier, and Seonghwa finally let him down, whereas the first escaped faster than the speed of light.

Seonghwa turned his attention towards you, his face stern, but reaching out his hand for you to take.

“I think it’s best you stay with me tonight.” He told you as you took his hand, getting back on your feet, balance still wobbly from the earlier events.

“Why?” You asked.

“Something tells me San is in a rush of bloodlust and I cannot keep you alive if you’re somewhere he can get inside.”

“You might need to put locks on your windows then.” You reminded him of how San had gotten inside in the first place.

“Consider it taken care of. Come on now.” He let go of your hand and just waved you in the direction of the elevator. You gladly followed – the company of any other demon was an upgrade from San’s – or at least that was what you hoped.

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softyoongiionly · 5 years

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Eleven

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: College Au, Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later), slow-ish? burn

Word Count: 3.3k (Baby Chapter)

A/N: Hello my beautiful friends! I know this chapter is shorter than previous chapters but, I felt as though the topics covered in this chapter were too important to just lump them in with a bigger chapter.

Warnings for this Chapter: angst, language, i promise the smut is returning soon!

Warnings for the Fic: mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.

Chapter 11: Strength and Silly String

Jungkook’s arms open wide, retracting the support from underneath Jimin’s legs, causing him to stumble towards the floor.

“Kookie…what the hell?” Jimin bristles, brow furrowed in frustration, wide eyes looking up towards him.

Jungkook’s mouth is agape, his doe eyes darting between you and Jimin, fingers clutching and unclutching as he stands frozen in your bewildered gaze.

“Hey…it’s…” You try and comfort him but, it’s too late.

With tears allocating in the corners of his eyes, Jungkook rushes out of the room, the sound of his boots heavy and distinct as he leaves a teary eyed Jimin on the floor of the bedroom.

“What the fuck?” Jimin leans back a moment, his hands braced against the carpet as he tries to stop his own tears from flowing.

You are at a loss for words and, for a moment, you, Yoongi and, Jimin stand awkwardly in the thick tension of what just occurred.

“Nice…” The smile that graced Jimin’s face was not laced with his usual sweetness. It didn’t touch his eyes, it didn’t brighten the room; it was bitter and full of distaste. “You just fucking run away huh?! I’m sorry I’m not your dirty little secret anymore!”

Jimin’s voice echoed against the paint on the walls, causing you to flinch into Yoongi, who instinctively held you closer.

“Can you give us a sec?” You whisper to him, sadness evident in your voice, your eyes trained on Jimin who had his knees brought up to his chest, his face resting on the top of them.

“Of course, I’ll be downstairs…” Yoongi presses a gentle kiss on your cheek, his hand rubbing your back momentarily before, he strides out of the room, closing the door behind him.

A deep breath is pulled through your nose and, released through your mouth. You usually feel very capable in handling most situations however, for once, you were completely unsure of what to say. Deciding to approach Jimin was your first choice and, it posed no real consequences. You closed the space between the two of you and, sat cross legged beside him. His body shook gently, his bubblegum hair disheveled on top of his head, no doubt from his encounter with Jungkook. You braved a hand toward him, your nails gently scratching his back. You tucked your bottom lip firmly between your teeth as you tried to stop your own tears from flowing; seeing your friends in pain was truly devastating and, it never got any easier.

“I don’t know what’s going on…” You brave the breaking of silence, your voice barely above a whisper, “…but I’m here and, I love you so much.”

At your words, Jimin’s body shakes harder, his weeping audible now as he leans against you. He doesn’t bring his head up from his knees but, he finally speaks, his broken voice muffled but the crook of his arm.

“I’m sorry…I wanted…I wanted to tell you so bad…”

You close your eyes momentarily to combat the emotions that were thick in the back of your throat. Your fingers continuing soothing his back as you shake your head, “Don’t be sorry, you did nothing wrong…” You spot a box of tissues on the nightstand beside the bed and, pat softly against Jimin’s back to alert him of your movements. “Let me get you a tissue ok? Hold on a sec…”

He merely nods, head slowly rising from against his knees. You bring the box of tissues back, offering it to him and, you feel the tears threatening your eyes again as you see Jimin’s face. His cheeks and nose are reddened, his eyes swollen slightly, covered in his still flowing tears as he accepts the box from your hand.

“…thank you.” He attempts to speak properly but, his voice is hoarse with emotion. He uses the tissues to wipe the tears from his eyes, his expression defeated as he finally meets your gaze.

“I…I… ” He begins, eyes desperately looking to yours for guidance before he collapses into your arms, his small body beginning to shake again as he sobs against you. You catch him, you always do, and you always will. Holding him tight to you, you rest your chin atop his head, pressing kisses to it as you let him cry because, sometimes words don’t help. Sometimes, they aren’t enough. Sometimes you need to fucking cry.

“I’m right here…I got you…” You whisper into his hair, your hand resuming its motions against his back. You let the tears that had been collecting at the corner of your eyes fall but, continue to make an effort to refrain from crying.

He just nods, crying into the material of your t shirt, his hands wrapped around your waist.

The two of you sit like that for quite some time. You make no effort to speak. Jimin would talk if and when he was ready. His crying is subsided slightly but, he doesn’t move from your embrace, his body somewhat limp as he sniffles.

“We kissed for the first time…the night you all came to my apartment, when they surprised us... After you left, Kookie…Jungkook…” He corrects himself, the bitterness returning to his voice slightly,”…and I woke up and, our faces were so close together, it just kind of happened. It surprised both of us. We didn’t talk about it the next morning, we just acted like nothing happened but, I knew something had changed.” Jimin sniffles again as he pulls back. His hands fall into his lap after wiping away the remnants of his tears before he continues. “I’ve…felt this way for such a long time. I just never wanted to admit it. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship cause…” Jimin inhales shakily, his voice clouded with emotion again, his eyes flitting up towards yours. “…you three are so important to me. But, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I kept wondering if he felt anything for me…” He pauses, “Do you remember the tweet we saw? The one about euphoria?”

You nod, eyes still trained on him, your hand now reaching out toward his to continue your silent support.

“I asked him about one night, I asked him who it was about…” Jimin lets out another breath, using the balled up tissue in his hand to dap at his eyes again, trying to further calm himself. “…he said he didn’t know, he told me he felt confused by his emotions. I didn’t want to push him. I didn’t know how I was feeling either but, every time I would see his face or his name would pop up on my phone I…”

Jimin’s eyes are glossy again, the space between his brows wrinkled in distress as he holds your hand tighter. He purses his lips, distress covering his entire expression, “I think…I’m in love with him.”

Another breath leaves your lips as you nod again, taking in the influx of new information, your thumb rubbing against Jimin’s knuckles.

“He told me he couldn’t wait to see me tonight, he said we would talk about everything so, when I saw him with those girls, I just…you know me…you know I get jealous and, I just couldn’t handle it. I didn’t want to see him with anyone else…I just…” His eyes spill over with tears again and, he turns his head away from you, looking towards the door, “…the secrets…the emotions…it was too much. I always tell you guys everything but, he had begged me not to say anything. He didn’t want to tell anyone and, I get it you know? He isn’t out yet, I am. He’s still confused. He came looking for me at the mini bar and, asked me to come into the bathroom with him. He hugged me so tight…he said he had never felt this strongly about anyone else. But, he’s scared…I’m fucking scared…I told him I was…we started kissing, it all happened so fast, he rushed me upstairs and, that’s when…you saw.”

Jimin uses his free hand to pull another tissue out of the box, wiping his tears with it when he does. He brings his eyes back to yours, trying to gauge your reaction, his heart clenched at the heaviness of his emotions.

“He just ran away Y/N…after everything…he’s ashamed of me.” Jimin looks lost and heartbroken, his lips pouted and trembling as he squeezes your hand again.

You shake your head immediately, eyes staring into his as you scoot closer to him.

“No, Minnie, he isn’t ashamed of you. He didn’t expect to see anyone on the other side of this door, let alone, anyone he knew. Out of people, it was me. Jungkook isn’t the type to lie. He meant what he said; he just doesn’t know what to do with it. You’re not just some random guy, you’ve been his best friend for over a decade and, during that decade, Jungkook was convinced he only liked women. He’s probably just as confused and just as scared right now.”

Jimin shakes his head, glossy eyes shifting around before his hand comes up to wipe over his face.

His brows are knitted together as he speaks again, hand dropping back down to his lap, “Are you mad at me? For keeping this from you?”

Jimin had never in his life kept a secret from you. You were always the first person he went to, especially since the two of you started college. He was constantly sending you texts, spilling tea over facetime, or coming over late at night so the two of you could blabber into the early hours of the morning. He had felt an immense amount of guilt for last few weeks because, he had been keeping a secret from you, especially since the secret was such a huge deal.

“Of course I’m not mad; this is between you and Jungkook. I wouldn’t expect either of you to tell me anything unless you were ready and comfortable.” You assure him, keeping the tone of your voice tender, your eyes widening slightly to insure that Jimin could sense the honesty in your tone. “I would never be mad about something like this, I’m just so sorry that you both have been feeling this way. I’m sorry that everything feels so complicated right now.”

Jimin softens slightly, seemingly relieved at your response. He leans forward wrapping his arms around you, hugging you tightly.

“I love you so much.”

You smile then, pressing a kiss to the side of his head, “I love you too Park Fairy.”

At that, you finally get a soft giggle out of him. He pulls away and his eyes flit to the door,

“Should I go talk to him?” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

During your conversation with Jimin, Yoongi had been at war with himself. He had a very strong urge to get involved in this situation which is something he would normally avoid like the plague. He was raised to mind his own business and, stay out of other people’s affairs, particularly dicey ones like the one that was currently transpiring. However, he was at odds with his intuition, a force he very seldom questioned. As calculated and careful as Yoongi is, he often relies on his gut to make important decisions. He knew he had something to offer Jungkook but, he was also terrified of overstepping and, potentially creating more problems, especially since you were involved.

Yoongi rounded the corner, eyes narrowed as he scanned the backyard for the man in question. He spotted Jungkook sitting at the farthest corner of the yard. He was at one of the tables a beer in hand, his back was faced to the rest of the party and, even from behind, Yoongi could tell he was distressed.

Fuck it.

Yoongi approached the table as was careful to alert him of his presence to avoid startling him.

“Hey…do you mind if I sit?”

Jungkook’s eyes are rimmed red, his heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest and, there is a large part of him that wants to tell Yoongi to fuck off but, he also found Yoongi to be somewhat intimidating and, decided he wanted to avoid any further confrontation. He had enough for the evening.

Jungkook sniffles, using the back of his hand to wipe away the tears from his eyes. He nods, gesturing to the seat in front of him and, Yoongi quickly shuffles into the empty spot, his hands adjusting the jacket on his body.

“I know we haven’t officially met. My name is Yoongi; I’m a friend of Y/N’s…” He begins softly, the word friend not feeling right on his tongue but, his flustered state didn’t allow him a better option. “I don’t want to bother you, I know you’d had a rough night but, I felt the need to come and talk to you.”

Jungkook’s eyes flit up to Yoongi’s, wide with innocence and fear. He usually wouldn’t feel comfortable sitting with someone he didn’t know but, something about Yoongi’s demeanor made him feel slightly?? more comfortable.

“Y/N told me about how close the four of you were but, I have a feeling that, that’s not the only reason this is so complicated, am I right?”

Jungkook cringes slightly, shrinking away from his question, his eyes averting Yoongi’s gaze and, Yoongi quickly corrects.

“I’m sorry, I…I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or, make you feel like you need to tell me anything. I’m a complete stranger. I will say my peace and, let you have your space. I just…I wanted to say, if I am right, if there is more to it, I understand what you are going through.” Yoongi begins, keeping his voice as quiet as possible even though, the likelihood of anyone overhearing their conversation wasn’t very high. “I know what it’s like to…like everyone; regardless of…it’s not only about…their gender. For me, it’s always been about so much more. I don’t know if you feel the same but, if you do, I just wanted to let you know that…it’s ok. There is nothing to be ashamed of. I know that, it’s not easy to see that now but, overtime, it will become easier. I promise.”

Jungkook feels a whirlwind of emotions ricocheting in his chest. He’s shocked at Yoongi’s confession, he’s confused, he’s scared, he feels some sort of twisted relief that someone….a stranger understands but, he still doesn’t understand. Not fully. He felt all of his social skills trapping themselves in the back of his throat, unable to speak up. Yoongi takes his silence as a hint that he needs to leave. He doesn’t want to push him and, he certainly doesn’t want to overstep more than he already has. He pats the table gently before, moving off of his chair.

As he tries to step away from the table, however, Jungkook speaks up, his small voice wavering as he does.

“Wait…you do?”

Yoongi turns back, smiling softly as he nods, “I do.”

Jungkook continues looking at him, chocolate eyes widening in curiosity, emotion still strong in them.

“I was raised in a household where we didn’t really talk about how we were feeling so; I spent most of my life thinking there was something wrong with me. It wasn’t until I met my friend Hoseok,”

Yoongi pauses to nod behind Jungkook. Jungkook turns around to see a man with raven colored hair, making out with a girl against the wall, his body pressing into hers as they indulge in one another. Jungkook feels his cheeks heat up at the sight. Jungkook may have been in a fraternity but, he was always somewhat uncomfortable in risqué situations. “…that I was able to express myself without feeling judged. He made me feel comfortable in being able to explore those feelings and, for once, I didn’t feel like I was defective…I was just human.”

“Were you guys in love?” Jungkook rushes, really showing his lack of experience and, Yoongi chuckles, a smirk on his face as he shakes his head.

“No uh, we weren’t, it was just for fun for a while but, we became really good friends in the process and, he taught me a lot about myself but… I’m guessing our situations are slightly different in that regard right?”

Jungkook feels his heart picking up again at Yoongi’s question and, Yoongi, perceptive as always, notices and, quickly amends.

“You don’t have to tell me…I just wanted to acknowledge the difference. I know your situation is much more complicated.”

“Yoongi…what if…what if I was in love with…someone?” Jungkook speaks up practically in the middle of Yoongi’s sentence and, Yoongi’s smirk transfers into a softer smile.

“What if you were?”

“I’m afraid of what people will think.”

Yoongi nods sagely, “That’s normal too. You might always care what people think but, you will eventually have to decide what you care more about: your happiness or people’s stupid opinions.”

Jungkook nods, attempting to take in everything Yoongi was saying. He was very surprised at how comfortable he felt around Yoongi. He normally kept all of his emotions bottled up but, Yoongi made it so easy to express himself.

“I care more about…him.” Jungkook concludes, his heart fluttering in his chest as he thinks of the bubblegum prince otherwise known as Park Jimin.

He was completely fucked.

Yoongi’s smile doesn’t falter, “That’s really good to hear. Love is worth it…so I’ve heard.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

Yoongi bite his lip, sighing out through his nose, he looked away momentarily, cursing the familiar blush that was finding it’s way onto his cheeks.

“Not yet no…I think I have a good shot though.”

Jungkook smirks, some of his attitude returning as he eyes the window of the upstairs bedroom, “Y/N?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, waving Jungkook off, “We’re not talking about me right now.”

Jungkook scoffs, his face turning up in disbelief, “What so you can tell me that you used to sleep with your best friend over there but, you can’t tell me how you feel about MY best friend?”

Yoongi huffs, his words catching in his throat as he looks down at his hands. He chuckles finally, shaking his head, “I’m not in love with her yet, we haven’t known each other very long but, I like her a lot. She’s an amazing person…”

Jungkook nods, looking at Yoongi pointedly, “Yes, she is and just so you know, cause I haven‘t had the chance to tell you, if you hurt her, I will ruin your life. I don’t know how but, it will likely involve silly string and, a lifetime subscription to Naughty Clowns Monthly.”

Yoongi laughs heartily then, his eyes widening slightly at Jungkook’s ridiculous statements. However, he concedes, not bothering to question him: he also feels the need to ruin anyone who would hurt you.

“Got it. Please don’t subscribe me to…whatever the fuck Naughty Clowns Monthly is.” He chuckles still, regarding the boy across the table. He looked significantly less defeated than he did when Yoongi had found him and, Yoongi silently thanked his intuition for leading him down the right path again.

“That all depends on you, lover boy…” Jungkook retorts, face devoid of all humor before his eyes widen as he looks behind him toward the house. “Oh god…”

Yoongi’s brows knit together, following his gaze, “What?” “I left him on the ground. I was about to fu…have sex…make love…to…” Jungkook is stuttering and, Yoongi concludes that he finds him pretty adorable. “I left Jimin on the fucking ground…what’s wrong with me? Oh shit, he’s probably pissed at me…I wasn’t even thinking.”

Yoongi reaches out towards him again, patting his arm comfortingly.

“Hey…its ok, just go talk to him, I’m sure he’s still with Y/N.”

Jungkook nods, rising from his seat, fingers straightening out his shirt as he does.

“How…how do I look?” Jungkook stammers, nervousness coating his entire expression.

Yoongi chuckles, his eyes fond as he nods approvingly, “You look great, now get him.”

Jungkook’s head bobs again, his eyes determined as he starts to head towards the house. He pauses, turning back, biting his lip, “Thank you Yoongi.”

Yoongi smiles, lifting his hand up to acknowledge him,

“Don’t mention it.”

You weren’t wrong, he thought, this was definitely turning out to be an interesting night…

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365daysofsasuhina · 4 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Fifty-Eight: Surprises ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina, pregnancy ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

He’s always done his best to be careful. Sasuke has never been a fan of surprises. Everything in its proper order, proper place, with proper planning and thus his ability to know how to react.

...but Life doesn’t always work that way. Life, as full of patterns as it can be, is still ultimately chaos.

Working on a rather lengthy assignment for his engineering class, dark eyes flicker up as his computer makes an all too familiar sound of receiving a message.

Hey, you busy?

A corner of his lips quirk as his girlfriend pokes in to check on him. His pencil is abandoned, keyboard taken up as he replies, Just typical homework. Need something?

No, just kinda lonely. My class for today got cancelled and I’m all caught up with coursework. But I won’t bug you if you’re busy <3

A brow perks. ...you can come over it you want. At least that way you wouldn’t be alone. It’s just engineering - I can chat and work at the same time.

A minute passes with no reply. But before he can add something else, she offers, ...oh...okay.

...okay, something is up. What’s wrong?

Nothing!

Nothing my ass. I know your disappointed texting tone by now. Just be frank with me, Hinata. What’s up?

Another minute of silence. I just, um...wanted to spend some time with you.

...meaning? By now he has an idea of what she’s getting at, but he wants to make her admit it. He’s never above flustering her, after all. She was such a timid, prude little thing when they met.

She sends a pouting emote. :T Sasukeee…

Don’t ‘Sasukeee’ me. Communicate with me, babe. Tell me what you want.

...I...want to fool around a bit…

There we go. The truth comes out. Smirking at his screen, he replies, ...I think I can take a break enough for that. You just get yourself over here and we’ll figure the rest out.

Okay…! Um...should I bring anything…?

Nah, I’ve got it covered. All I need is you.

Signing off to begin crossing from her dorm to his, Hinata’s status goes offline, and Sasuke decides to call it quits a little early. Tidy as he is, there’s a bit to be picked up in his (thankfully solo) dorm room. Gotta have everything just right, after all. Once clothes are picked up, trash binned, and bed made, he lounges at his desk until a soft knock sounds.

“Come on in.”

Hinata peers around a bit sheepishly, stepping in and closing the door. “Hey…”

“Hey gorgeous.”

“Sasuke…”

“What? Just being honest.”

“You’re r-ridiculous.”

“And yet you love me anyway,” he retorts lowly, grinning as she crosses the room.

“Somehow, yes,” she replies, smiling warmly at him. Knowing his chair isn’t exactly built for two people, she instead grips the arms, leaning over him coyly. “So...ready to take a study break…?”

“For you, any time.” Hands lift to cup at her cheeks, pulling her down to mesh their lips. Hinata breathes a soft sigh, smelling like lilac as she always does. If she ever changes body wash, he’ll be glaringly disappointed. Kissing her slowly until she’s out of breath, he then abandons his seat and stands, grip moving to her waist. The feeling of her hands on his chest - even atop his shirt - makes the skin beneath them warm. “I think your classes need to get cancelled more often,” he murmurs against her mouth, shifting to pay attention to the curve of her jaw.

“I w-wouldn’t mind it,” she agrees, tilting her head for his access. “But I can’t take you away from your homework all the time, can I…? You can’t start failing your classes over a girl, silly.”

“I’m used to crunch time. It’d be worth it…”

Giggling, Hinata lets him push her over atop his mattress, eyes warm with affection as he crawls over. “Then I guess I won’t feel bad.”

“Oh no...you’re going to feel anything but bad…” he rumbles, smirking as her cheeks flush pink.

Once all is said and done, the pair of them tired and satisfied, Sasuke hauls himself up and tidies again, leaving Hinata to sleep as he cracks away at more of his assignment. It’s not due until midnight - he’s got plenty of time. And now he’s got a freshly-bolstered mood on top of it all.

No sweat.

...well, some sweat. But not at all homework related.

From there, life goes on as normal. Classes, homework, visits home...and across campus to invade one another’s dorm rooms. They’re both in their last years, and while the pressure is indeed ramping up, they try to take things one day at a time.

But just as graduation looms...something changes. Texts go unanswered, calls go straight to voicemail...and no matter the hour of the day, Hinata isn’t online.

While Sasuke at first puts it down to crunch time...after a few days, he starts to seriously worry. His messages get a little more desperate, asking her to please reply. But still nothing. A visit to her dorm find it empty...either that, or she’s refusing to answer.

What the hell is going on?

Finally fed up one day, he lurks outside her door for hours, waiting for her to either come in or go out. Other students give him odd looks as they pass, but he ignores them. Something is wrong, and he needs to know what.

“S...Sasuke…?”

Head snapping up, his eyes go wide as Hinata stares at him from the end of the hall. Immediately, he frowns. Her body language is all sorts of closed off. If anything...she looks ready to bolt. “...Hinata? Shit Hinata, where have you been? Have you been getting my messages?”

“...I -?”

“I’ve been worried sick! I thought something happened to you!” Abandoning his leaned perch against the wall, he jogs to meet her, slowing and gripping her upper arms firmly. “...are you okay?”

At the question, her eyes suddenly tear up, shoulders shaking against withheld sobs.

Okay, red flag, what the hell?

“...here, let’s - let’s get inside your dorm and talk, okay? Everything’s going to be okay. I’ve got you.” Putting an arm around her, he gently leads her to the proper door, which she unlocks and then locks behind them. “Hinata, babe...what’s wrong? Please, talk to me.”

Arms hugging herself tightly, she seems to struggle against her emotions. “I...I-I went home. I, um...I wasn’t feeling well. So...I went to see a doctor - a l-lady that I know.”

“...are you all right?”

“I...y-yeah? I mean...technically, yeah, I’m...I’m fine. But Sasuke, I…” Her breath hitches, and a moment passes as she pauses. “...I-I’m really scared…!”

“What do you mean? Why would you be scared?”

Lip trembling, she stares at him as though weighing her words. “...Sasuke, I’m...I’m pregnant.”

His face immediately slackens in surprise. She...but...they’ve always...? “...you’re sure?”

She gives a shaky nod. “...I took t-three at home tests, and then...a clinic test. I’m sure.”

He...isn’t sure what to say. “...w...what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know…!”

“Okay, okay! We’ve...we’ve got time to figure this out. Uh…” A hand rubs at his chin, brain too stuck in its initial panic to really think. “...well...whatever you decide, that’s your decision, Hinata. Not mine. This is your, uh...deal.”

Her gaze averts. “...I-I mean...I’ve always wanted kids, just...I wasn’t really p-planning on it...now.”

“...well, it doesn’t have to be now.”

“...I know. B-but…” She bites her lip. “...in a perfect world, I...I’d like to keep them.”

He gives a slow nod. “...all right. How do we want to make this work?”

At that, Hinata pauses, seemingly taken aback. “Y...you mean you…?”

“What, you think I’m going to run on you now?” he asks. “I thought you knew me better than that.”

“N-no! I...I just...this isn’t exactly the b-best time, and…” Hinata trails off, not sure how to voice her thoughts. “...I thought maybe...maybe it would be...too much.”

Sasuke sighs. “...I mean yeah, it’s...definitely a surprise. But Hinata...look. I…” It’s his turn to fumble. “...I love you. We’ve been together pretty much our entire college careers. And I wasn’t planning on that going away once we graduate. Maybe it’s not how we planned it, but I mean…” He gestures to her. “...I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you. A bump in the road isn’t going to scare me that easily. I’ve already got work lined up. You’ll have a bit of a late start, but...we can make this work. If that’s what you want.”

“...is it...what you want?”

“...yeah,” he agrees after a pause. “...I love you, Hinata Hyūga. And if things kept working out, then...yeah, I wanted things to progress between us. Kids, marriage, the whole thing. Just because it’s a little soon doesn’t mean I’m against it. Things will be tougher, but...I can do tough.”

Expression crumbling, Hinata crosses to him, arms curled against his chest as she sobs in his arms. “Oh my g-god, I was so worried…”

“...is that why you went AWOL?”

“...I’m sorry...I was just so scared...I-I had to have time to think, and...f-figure out how to talk to you about it.”

“It’s okay...I mean I was worried as hell, but I understand. Just...know you never have to be scared to talk to me, okay? About anything.”

“...I know…”

Sighing, he tucks his chin atop the crown of her head. Well...so much for having a five year plan. But he will make this work.

He’s not the sort to back away from a challenge, after all.

.oOo.

SORRY GUYS I know this isn't more of the soulmate AU, but...I couldn't quite figure out how to make this prompt work for it, I'm sorry ;w; I hope this is still enjoyable - a friendo helped me with a plot, and...here we are, lol! I know the tags kinda gave it away, but...I don't want someone stumbling across something they wouldn't want to read, eh heh~ I know some might be disappointed there wasn't more, uh.../nitty gritty/, but I want this series to be able to be read by pretty much everybody in the SH fandom, including those under 18, so...we kinda skipped over that part. I MIGHT do more mature stuff in the future, but...sometimes I'm not the best at it /)///(\ It's a bit of a long reason why, but nsfw stuff isn't always within my ability, I hope you understand! ANYWAY! I've never really done the whole 'whoops' plot before (well...kinda, but not this ship and not this way). I'm not sure it's very...IC for either of them, since I see Hinata as rather prudish and Sasuke as a bit too careful, but I mean...it's not TOO out there, right? But I think if things DID go awry, they'd handle it...about like this, lol Anywho...it's VERY late cuz I was working on another project this evening, so I'm gonna head to bed~ Thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #pregnancy //#best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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bandrbear · 4 years

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To Protect the Ones You Love - Chapter 2

The next day Akko wakes slowly. Every time she wakes she feels much better than she had before. Although feeling weak still she sits up and yawns, stretching her arms up over her head. She grumbled sleepily and looked around with half lidded eyes until a new addition to her room catches her eye. She yelps and covers her mouth.

Diana stirs in her wheelchair. She stretches while yawning. She looks around and sees Akko with her hands over her mouth, staring at her with wide eyes. “Good morning Akko” Diana says softly while blushing faintly as Akko stares at her.

Akko opens and closes her mouth like a fish out of water. She manages to pull herself together and puff out her cheeks before whispering, “Diana, the wheelchair.” Her eyes fall to the mediocre thing. It wasn’t much more than some faux leather wrapped around a metal rolling chair.

Diana smiles softly and looks away from Akko. Her look is wistful as she quietly replies, “Yeah, about that.” Diana sighs and raises her hand to brush a strand of perfect blonde hair behind her ear. “It is an unfortunate side effect of my injuries.”

Akko’s face falls and tears start to form in the corner of her eyes. “Di-ana.” She chokes out, her lip wobbling as she holds back the sobs. “I-I’m so sorry.” Her voice cracks and silent sobs slip from her lips. Akko brings her hands to her face to hide her crushed expression. ‘I couldn’t save her. How could I let this happen?’ Akko asks herself. She only looks up when she feels a warm hand on her shoulder. Her red and puffy eyes look up to see a concerned Diana.

“Akko? I… I didn’t mean to make you cry. That was a terrible joke. I just have to roll around in this infernal thing for a few days until I’m more fully healed.” Diana scolds herself for making such a foolish joke. ‘Honestly who would think that a joke about being disabled would be funny?’ As Diana cringes at herself and tries to console Akko, she feels Akko’ slender arms wrap around her neck and pull her into a bone crushing hug.

“You’re awful Diana.” Akko says half seriously into the crook of Diana’s neck. Akko sniffles as she calms down and hides her embarrassed face in the warm and safe crook. Akko finds Diana’s scent to be intoxicating and very calming.

Diana returns the tight hug and turns her head to smoosh her nose against Akko’s ear. “I really am sorry for that Akko. Please forgive me for being so foolish.” Diana asks softly, fully ready to beg Akko for her forgiveness. Diana also takes a second to enjoy the sweet smell of her savior and extremely valued friend.

Akko releases only one arm to wipe her nose and make one final sniffle. She quickly returns her face to her new safe place and whispers softly with her hoarse voice. “Of course Diana. I could never stay mad at you. Just make real jokes next time.”

Diana blushes as Akko returns to her neck for comfort. Not that Diana really minded, it did feel really nice and made her stomach do somersaults. “Of course Akko. I guess I need some pointers from you. “She awkwardly starts to rub Akko’s back from her seated position. “By the nine, this girl will be the end of me.’ While Diana has her internal monologue, Akko tucks her face in further against Diana’s collar. Diana freezes as she feels Akko’s breath ghosting across her chest, she doesn’t dare move.

Akko and Diana’s little cuddle session gets interrupted by a loud, “Yo Akko! Where you at?” from the other side of the curtains. Both Akko and Diana pull away from each other and settle into their respective spots before Amanda, Lotte, Sucy, Constanze, and Jasminka pull open the curtain and file into the small space. “There you are, we’ve been waiting for you to wake up. I wish I could take a week long nap.” Amanda says with a half-smile and her hands upon her head. “And nice to see the princess up and about as well.”

Diana groans and places her face in her hands as Amanda jokes. Akko blushes and pouts at Amanda. “Heyyyyyy. It's not like I chose to pass out for that longggg.” Akko complains while looking between all her friends.

Sucy snickers behind Amanda while Amanda laughs wholeheartedly. “No need to lie in front of Diana. We all know you enjoyed dreaming about her for a week uninterrupted.” Amanda smirks as Sucy falls into a chair snickering wildly. Lotte covers her mouth to muffle the small laugh she let escape her lips.

Akko’s cheeks burn super red. She puffs out her cheeks to retort but decides that it would be better to stay quiet and just take the teasing. She glances over at Diana and sees her in a similar state, bright red and hiding her face. Akko takes a second to admire how freaking adorable Diana looked in her hospital gown, with her lovely blonde hair surrounding her perfect face. ‘Oh look she's looking at me...WHY IS SHE LOOKING AT ME?’ Akko screams internally right before she realized she had been caught staring, by everyone. ‘Oh by the nine, throw me out the window now.’ Akko begs internally. She finally looks away and hears giggles from all the girls except Diana who was blushing even more intensely now that she had caught Akko staring at her like that.

“Guysssss. Leave me aloneeeee!” Akko begs unsuccessfully as her friends only laugh at her request.

“But why Akko? It’s too much fun making you and Diana blush so much. You two are so cute as the tomato couple.” Amanda teases, loving her ability to make them die internally. “Besides neither of you really seem to mind being teased. Isn’t that right Diana?”

Diana glares up at Amanda. Her cheeks stay nice and red as she responds. “I would prefer it if you would stop teasing Akko and I about such silly things.” Diana tries to be as stern as possible to make Amanda stop, but to no avail.

Amanda just laughs some more and mimics Diana’s accent “Amanda stop making a fool of us. Can’t you see we are madly in love?” This causes Diana to huff loudly and start rolling her chair out of the room.

“I’ll see you later Akko.” Diana mumbles right before running over Amanda’s foot with the wheel. Amanda yelps and hops around on one foot while the other is nursed in her hand.

“Bye Diana,” Akko waves from her bed and scowls at Amanda. “That is exactly what you deserved,” Akko crosses her arms and scowls at Amanda. With Diana now gone Akko’s cheeks start to return to her normal pale cheeks.

Amanda looks up at Akko disappointed. “You like it when your girlfriend hurts me?” She asks while pouting, her lower lip jutted out.

Akko scowls and yells, “YOU KNOW WE AREN’T DATING!” Before covering her mouth and blushing once more.

“Well doesn’t mean you don’t want it to happen” Amanda retorts with a knowing look. All of their friends nod in agreement and shrug at Akko.

“W-what. I-I don’t think about Diana like that.” Akko says meekly while shrinking back into her bed.

“No need to lie to us Akko” Amanda shrugs and turns to find a place to sit. “After all you blew up half the school just to save her.”

Akko’s eyes grow huge. “I did WHAT?!”

Amanda and the other friends flinch. “Jeez, I was only kind of kidding. You only took on a demon or something solo and then cried when you thought you hurt Diana. It's not hard to put two and two together.”

Akko puffs out her reddening cheeks once more. “I-” she starts before deflating. “Just drop it okay?” she asks quietly before laying back in her bed and staring at the ceiling. “Anyways, what have you guys been up to for the last week?”

Lotte speaks up and pushes her glasses all the way back on her nose. “Well classes were cancelled. So good news you aren’t behind, bad news is you are stuck in a hospital bed during it and there is a demon on the loose, probably very angry with you.” Lotte smiles nervously as her quick explanation takes a bit of a dark turn.

Amanda speaks up again, this time not to tease Akko relentlessly. “We’ve been preparing for a second attack. The teachers have been keeping guard and teaching upperclassmen, including us, some offensive magic and a little better defensive magic. Not that we could stop one of the Demon’s attacks like you did, you little bad ass.” Amanda leans over the bed with her fist out for a shy and blushing Akko to bump back.

Constanze holds up Stanbot who beeps and starts to speak for Constanze. “We have made lots of progress on our fighting bot! It is close to being done! As well as making big blasters to weaken the shield!” Constanze lowers Stanbot and gives a thumbs up which Akko returns.

“Well I’m glad to hear that you guys are ready. But are you sure it’ll be coming back?” Akko really didn’t want to see that thing again. Not after what it did to Diana. And she wasn’t sure if she would be able to attack with that much force again. Akko still didn’t really know where all that power came from.

“In any case we are prepared. Although I would feel better if you would get your ass out of bed and be ready to help us, you know similar to how you blew the demon up?” Amanda says stretching her arms over head and leaning back in her chair.

Akko laughs shyly. “So, um, I can’t say I know how I did it or if I’d be able to do it again.” She says sheepishly. Akko looks down at her clasped hands in her lap and sighs. “I honestly barely remember what even happened. Professor Chariot filled me in which helped, but I really don’t know what took over and let me do what I did.” Akko deflates with sadness. “I’m sorry guys.” she whispers, mostly to herself.

Sucy rolls her one visible eye and sighs. “Oh Akko you dunce. Why are you apologizing? You clearly have some potential unlike before so stop moping around and figure out how you of all people managed to blow up a demon and send it running, while ALL of Luna Nova’s staff tried their hardest and did nothing.” Everyone stares at Sucy after that but nod in agreement, for the most part anyways.

Akko offers a small smile. “Th-thanks Sucy.” She whispers.

Sucy rolls her eye again and nods. “Sure whatever. Now get better you dunce.” Sucy stands and walks out of the room.

The rest of her friends give her some well wishes and a little bit more teasing before walking out to give Akko some space and rest. “See you tomorrow Akko!” Lotte calls before disappearing through the curtain.

Akko sighs and adjusts her pillows so she can lay back and relax. She had a lot to think about. The demon, her health, Diana, probably other things, Diana, school, and what do you know, Diana again. Akko groans loudly and covers her face with her hands and starts to rub her eyes. ‘Why does this have to feel so difficult? Like why do I have to be so interested in that stupid perfect face and her stupidly perfect hair, and...UGH!’ Akko sighs and drops her hands into her lap. ‘I guess I should tell her before we get obliterated by a Demon.’ Subconsciously Akko squeezes her hands into fists at the thought of Diana getting hurt by the demon. As Akko falls down a rabbit hole of emotions surrounding Diana and keeping her safe, Akko misses the increasing amount of beeps coming from her heart rate monitor. Suddenly the Shiny Rod appears in her lap with a fancy little shower of sparkles. Akko’s eyes widen as she looks down at it. ‘Did I just summon it again? By thinking of...Oh geez.’ Akko’s inner monologue gets interrupted by Nurse Ophelia walking in quickly with a concerned look on her face.

“What in the world is happening in here?” She asks while looking Akko up and down for any obvious problems, all the while her monitor beeps louder. Akko looks at the nurse with big nervous eyes.

“W-what do you mean?” she asks innocently while holding the Shiny Rod tightly to her chest.

“Are you trying to perform magic right now? Didn’t I tell you, you need to rest and refrain from magic while you get better?!” The nurse asks while glaring at Akko.

Akko gulps and shakes her head. “N-No of course not. This just appeared in my lap I swear.” The nurse doesn’t seem to buy it but calms down a little.

“You better put that away and keep yourself calm, otherwise you will be stuck here longer. Understood?” The nurse asks, her eyes softened a little as she looks at Akko staring back like a deer in headlights. Akko nods dumbly and places the Shiny Rod on the bedside table and pulls her hands back into her lap obediently. The nurse nods and watches as the monitor reflects Akko’s calming down. “Good. Now behave. Lunch is soon.” The nurse walks out briskly to leave Akko sitting there petrified.

Akko falls back once more into her pillows and shivers. She pulls her blankets up to her chin and snuggles into the warmth. Her mind wanders back to Diana and everything Akko liked about her before slowly drifting off to sleep.

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Diana was glad to leave the stuffed room that was Akko’s infirmary room. She was not glad to be away from the energetic brunette, but she was glad to be away from Amanda. ‘Nine, that girl is insufferable.’ Diana shakes her head as she rolled her chair out of the infirmary and into the halls. She was glad to be finally discharged. It had been quite annoying to be stuck in that bed for five days, well stuck conscious and unable to sleep for five days. When she had heard Akko was unconscious and unresponsive, Diana had nearly had a heart attack. She could not imagine her life without the brunette in it. She had admittedly cried herself to sleep a few times, when she was actually able to fall asleep.

Diana brushes her hair behind her ears as she rolls through the mostly empty halls towards her dorm. She wiggles her toes in her socks and sighs. She really wanted out of the chair. She hadn’t been confined to it for more than twenty four hours, but she already found it insufferable. She turns a corner to roll down an empty corridor. She takes this quiet moment to think about how glad she was that Akko was okay, and that she needed to remember why this demon wanted to harm her and her friends. She found it really hard to remember the hours leading up to her supposed fight with the demon before she was rendered unconscious and held hostage.

Diana shakes her head once more and fixed her hair, tucking the strands she just knocked loose back behind her ears. She decides that she needed to take a nap and think about the last week.

Diana finally makes it to her dorm and opens the door. After struggling to get in the empty room by herself she rolls around the bookshelf and slides up next to her bed. She pulls herself out of the chair and pushes with her legs until she can crawl under her covers and snuggled into the warmth there. She tries to think about the last week but finds her mind drifting constantly to a few events, all of which orbit around Akko. She thinks about what she heard about Akko’s heroics and how she felt special. That thought quickly gets trashed upon by her brain. ‘Akko would have done that for any of her friends. Channel immense power from nowhere, summon the Shiny Rod, and blow up a demon. Any of her friends.’ Diana felt sad at this thought, selfish even, wanting herself to be special in Akko’s eyes. The same way she found Akko special, determined, full of energy, really pretty and cute…’

Diana’s eyes flash open and she blushes furiously. She looks around to make sure no one was around to hear her thoughts about her...friend? She groans and rubs her face with her hands, before running her fingers up her forehead to massage her scalp. ‘I guess I might have feeling for Akko. Real feelings for her, ones making me want her to be more than my friend.’ Diana closes her eyes and manages to relax. ‘And what is wrong with liking her? She deserves to be liked this way. She IS pretty, she IS adorable and cute, and she IS precious to me.’ Diana smiles faintly as she comes to her conclusion, she does like Akko and that is okay. She just probably will never do anything about these feelings. Diana slowly drifts off to sleep with her mind on Akko, particularly her smile and bobbing half pony.

When Diana wakes in the morning she feels much more refreshed. She sits up, yawns, and stretches. She shivers slightly and wraps her arms around herself and realizes she was still in her infirmary gown. She rubs her eyes and slides out of her bed and goes about changing. She takes her time on her unsteady legs before making her way to her stupid wheelchair. She settles into it and rolls herself in the living room. Hannah and Barbara are brewing tea and sitting on the couch. They look up and beam as they see Diana wheeling out of her room.

“Morning Diana! Good to see you back!” They exclaim in unison. Diana smiles at her best friends and roommates.

“Good morning girls. Glad to be back.” Diana rolls up to the opposite side of the coffee table and locks the wheels. “Please tell me you brewed enough for me too?” Diana asks hopefully, craving some tea to warm her core. She rubs her hands together and looks at the steaming pot.

“Of course!” Hannah says casting a retrieval spell to bring a third cup to the table for them.

The tea finishes and Barbara pours everyone a cup. Diana picks up her cup and holds it with two hands, gingerly bringing it close to her lips. She smells it and sighs contently as just the smell relaxes her. All three girls go about blowing on the cups until they cool to a drinkable level and sip their tea. Hannah and Barbara start to do each other’s hair for the day while Diana leans back in her chair and watches with a slight smile on her lips while she watches.

“Could you two bring me breakfast in the infirmary? I was asked to check-in this morning and I do not wish to miss breakfast.” Diana looks to her roommates who smile and nod back.

“Of course Diana.” Barbara says, “It’ll be our pleasure.” Finishes Hannah. They both finish up and stand. “Would you like help?” Barbara asks Diana while motioning to her chair. Diana shakes her head.

“No need, but thank you. I kind of like rolling around. I will see you girls in a bit then. Thank you for your help.” Diana rolls herself backwards and then starts heading for the door. Her roommates open it and hold it wide enough for Diana to easily maneuver out and head towards the infirmary. Hannah and Barbara wave as they head to collect breakfast. Diana wheels herself along the hallways, waving to the few girls wandering about who say hello. Eventually she makes it to her destination and manages to open the door and back into the room. She hears chatter coming from Akko’s little room right before the nurse comes out with a huff and eye roll. The nurse stops and smiles at Diana.

“Oh Miss Cavendish. I am glad you could make it back this morning. Right this way and we can get you out of here.” The nurse guides Diana into another small room for her checkup. The nurse checks her blood pressure, focus, and other cognitive abilities before having Diana stand and work on some physical exercises.

“Very good Miss Cavendish. You are recovering well. I’d say you only have to stay in that chair for another day or two before you can walk around normally, as well with enough energy to support yourself.” The nurse puts her hands on her hips and nods, content with everything. “You are now excused.”

Diana nods and smiles before settling back down and rolling from the small room. She stops and looks over at Akko’s room. The nurse leaves to tend to other things, leaving Diana alone. Diana decides to roll over to Akko’s room and slip in. “Akko?” Diana asks softly as she enters.

Akko perks up in her bed and beams at Diana. “Oh hey Diana, what are you doing here?” she asks, trying to conceal her excitement at seeing Diana.

Diana smiles and rolls on over to Akko’s side. “I came by for my check up, a-and to see you.” A faint blush dusts Diana’s cheeks as she adds that last bit on impulse. Akko blushes as well and laughs shyly.

“How sweet of you. I do appreciate the company. It gets a little lonely here all by myself.” Akko smiles and looks at Diana’s chair. “So how much longer are you stuck in that thing?” Akko thinks back to the previous day and Diana’s poor joke. She shakes her head to the thought, only coming out of her head when Diana responds.

“Hopefully tomorrow. Nurse Ophelia said I was making good progress but my legs need a little more time to recover and gain enough strength for sustained use.” Diana looks down at her legs and wiggles them in the chair before looking up at Akko with a small smile. “But they do work still. Watch.” Diana slowly raises herself and stands next to Akko. Akko watches with a bright smile and look up at Diana towering over her. Before Akko can say anything Diana leans over and kisses Akko’s cheek. “That is for saving me Akko. I hope it is a worthy reward for your heroics.” Diana falls back into her seat with a faint blush. ‘I can’t believe I did that. By the nine, that was risky.’ Diana holds her breath and waits for Akko’s response.

Meanwhile, Akko dies on the inside. Her cheeks explode with a deep red blush and her eyes glaze over. ‘Oh my, oh my, oh my, Diana kissed my cheek. She was like an inch from my lips. And her lips! They were so soft. Only if she would have kissed my lips. AHHHHHHHH!’

Diana looks on concerned as Akko sits there with a dopey smile plastered to her lips whilst staring off into space. “A-Akko?” Diana asks while waving her hand in front of Akko. When nothing happens Diana reaches up and gently boops Akko’s nose. Akko finally stirs, wiggling her nose and blinking rapidly. Diana pulls back and covers her mouth to stifle a giggle. ‘Just like a puppy.’ Diana thinks.

Akko looks over at Diana with her rosy cheeks and shyly replies with, “Sorry about that, you, um, surprised me.” Akko smiles and looks to her hands in her lap. She was very excited about this reward. “And yes I liked that reward” She giggles softly and covers her face with her hands. Before she can say anything else Hannah and Barbara barge into the room with a tray of food for them both.

“Nurse Ophelia made us bring this for you too Akko.” Hannah says while placing it in Akko’s lap while Barbara places a tray in Diana’s lap. “Your welcome.” They utter together while looking at the two blushing girls confusedly. “Did we walk in something? Do you both need some private time?” Both girls ask, narrowing their eyes and looking to both of the other girls who avoid making eye contact.

“Nope I don’t think so. We were just talking. And thank you for breakfast girls” Diana says, looking up at them both from the corner of her eyes.

Akko also looks up and gives a shy smile, hoping they don’t notice her pink cheeks. “Yeah thank you for breakfast.” Akko says softly. She shares a quick glance with Diana, which makes her insides swell with joy. “I can’t believe she kissed me.” Akko’s eyes widen and nearly pop out her head. Her hands fly to her mouth to try and take back the words that were supposed to stay in her mouth, but instead she pulled a classic Akko and said them out loud, in front of Diana, and Hannah and Barbara. Akko looks on in horror as Diana’s face becomes beet red and her roommate stare at her wide eyed and shocked. “IT WAS ONLY ON THE CHEEK AS A REWARD FOR SAVING HER!” Akko blurts out to try and fix things. She really doesn’t help a whole lot, causing Diana to groan and bury her face in her hands. Both Hannah and Barbara look on and slowly start to back out of the room.

“I think we should leave you two alone for a bit.” They say awkwardly, backing away and feeling for the exit while looking between the horribly blushing girls. As they leave they look to each other and stifle a giggle, “See. Told you they were into each other.” Hannah says to Barbara who is resisting a loud squeal. “Yes you were! It’s so cute and ROMANTIC!” Hannah shushes her as they leave the infirmary. That doesn’t stop Barbara from continuing as the door starts to close. “I can’t believe she WAS sneaking wistful looks at Akko during class…”

Akko and Diana listen in horror as the curtain walls of the room muffle absolutely nothing that Hannah and Barbara say to each other. Akko looks to Diana wide eyed. “Wait. You like me too?”

#lwa #diakko #powerful akko #blushing #shy feelings #dancing around their true wants

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Only Us (Part 1)

Part of the Berry Done AU

Words: 5474 Desc.: Thomas and Logan have always been close. From the moment Logan was born, Thomas swore he’d do anything for his baby brother. Unfortunately, it was a promise to be taken to the extremes. TW: Character death (mentioned), bullying

Strap in because this is one heck of a backstory.

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Thomas sat in the waiting room of the hospital. Every once in a while a nurse or some other staff member would ask him if he was okay or if he needed something, but he would respond that he was waiting to have a baby brother. A couple of them continued their concern by asking if he had any relatives to sit with and Thomas simply said it was just him.

He sat there for a while, dangling his feet, without a word on how his mother -- Abigail -- was doing. He didn’t quite understand how childbirth worked, but he was pretty sure that it might hurt a bit. Didn’t someone always come and say how the patient is doing in the movies? Maybe that was different for pregnant people. He didn’t know for sure. What he did know was that he was getting really bored.

After what felt like an eternity, Thomas’s father came into the waiting room. Thomas lept off of the seat and bounded toward his father, asking a million questions at once.

“Slow down, Thomas,” his father said with a twinkle in his eye. “Don’t you want to meet Logan?”

~~~

Logan wasn’t even a year old when their father left. At the time, Thomas had no idea why he even left at all. It didn’t make any sense. He thought that maybe his dad didn't like Logan or maybe Thomas did something wrong to cause him to leave. He didn’t color in the lines on that coloring page he gave him once -- was that it?

Thomas thought his mother didn’t care much. She showed herself to be happy and even cheered him up when he cried about not having a dad anymore. He learned he was wrong, though. He found her sobbing on the couch after he was supposed to be in bed one night. After that, he tried his best to be there for his mother and help her out if she ever needed it.

By the time Logan was a little over a year, Thomas had become a secondary caregiver.

He minded a little bit at first since part of him wanted to blame Logan for their dad leaving forever, but he let it go after a while. There was no way anyone would leave because of Logan -- Logan was adorable! He had the cutest chubby cheeks and the softest brown hair ever. He would laugh whenever Thomas made a silly face or smile when their mom talked to him. Sure, he had to see the doctor a lot, but he was the best baby brother in the whole world.

“Bye, Logan,” Thomas chirped to his sibling sitting in the high chair. He had to walk down to the corner to catch the bus for school -- he could do it on his own now! “Mom, I’m leaving now.”

“No!”

Thomas paused with his hand on the front doorknob. He peered around the wall to see Logan with a tiny scowl on his face. “Did you just...?” Thomas grinned. “Mom! Mommy! Logan said his first word.”

“He did?” Abigail’s voice came from the hall. “Oh, I can’t believe I missed it. What did he say?”

“‘No’.”

“‘No’?” She walked down the hall with an amused grin. “Out of all the words...” She shook her head.

“I don't think he wants me to go to school.” Thomas shrugged. “Guess I’ll have to stay home.” He tried to walk around her.

She grabbed the handle of his backpack. “Nice try, Thomas.”

~~~

“No.”

Thomas groaned. “C’mon, bear, it’ll be fun.”

Logan pouted. “I don’t wanna.”

“Mom.” Thomas draped over the couch dramatically. “Logan doesn’t wanna go trick-or-treating with me.”

Thomas, being ten-years-old, had been allowed to go trick-or-treating with his friends next week. He didn’t want Logan to miss out on any of the fun. It wouldn’t have been fair for Thomas to go out and get candy while Logan stayed inside and didn’t get anything.

“Well, if he doesn’t want to go then he doesn’t have to,” she responded with a smile. “He can just stay with me and hand out candy.”

“But why hand out candy when he can get candy?”

His mother smirked. She turned to the chair Logan was sitting on. “Logan, baby, would you rather stay here with me or go get candy with Thomas?”

Logan crossed his arms -- or rather, did an imitation of it -- and frowned. “I wanna stay here.” He had a little lisp that he hadn’t grown out of yet.

Thomas picked himself up enough to see Logan. “But if you come with me then you get to dress up as whatever you want.”

Logan dropped his arms. “Whatever I want?”

“Whatever you want.”

That’s how Logan ended up going trick-or-treating with Thomas. They had to do some last-minute things in order to get the costume that Logan wanted, but it all worked out. Their mother was quite talented.

When Halloween night rolled around, the two were ready to go. Thomas was so excited to go out and get candy with his friends and brother, that when it was time to go he ran out the door. He almost brought down both Valerie and Terrence. Logan walked out calmly after him.

“Keep an eye out for your brother,” Abigail chided from the doorway. “Don’t stay out too late. And all of you kids stay together, alright?”

There were various confirmations from the four children. This would be their first year trick-or-treating without an adult. It was exciting for them. Having three ten-year-olds and a five-year-old wandering the dark neighborhood by themselves might have caused many grown-ups to go into a panic, but luckily, the parents of these children were more than willing to give it a shot.

“We have to hit as many houses as we can,” Valerie said. She was dressed as Belle. “My mom gave me extra bags just in case.”

“My brother showed me a few houses on the next block that have full-sized candy bars,” Terrence mentioned. He decided to go as a zombie this year. “Maybe we could go there?”

“We gotta get the neighborhood first.” Valerie turned over her shoulder. “What do you think, Thomas?”

“Great.” Thomas was a hundred percent on board for anything. He dressed as Spider-Man for a reason and that was to get as much candy as possible from the adults that thought he was cute. “What about you, little astronaut? Think you can handle that?”

Logan nodded. The visor from his helmet fell over his eyes.

The four of them went from house to house, gathering comments on how cute they were about as much as they gained candy. A grandma or two even gave Logan some extra because the visor from his helmet kept falling over his eyes. That's when the three older kids decided that Logan should be in front at all houses. If they saw the cutest of them first, then maybe they might end up with more candy. For the most part, their theory was supported. It worked the best with mothers and grandparents.

They tried to stay clear of the houses that seemed extra scary. They attempted to approach one, but Logan refused to even set foot in the driveway. Not even Thomas could persuade him to go.

Other than that, they were having a great time. They all had to use Valerie's extra bags to hold all their candy. Thomas had to help Logan with his since it got too heavy for him.

"Okay," Valerie sighed. She set down her bags of candy on the curb. "I think we have enough room for a few more houses."

"But I'm tired," Logan grumbled. He moved his head and the visor came down.

"We're almost done, bear." Thomas moved the visor for him.

Valerie stretched out her fingers. "Do you know any more good houses, Terrence?"

"There's one at the corner." Terrence used his shoulder to motion in the direction of the house. "That might be enough to fill the rest of our bags."

The four of them started making their way down the street. Thomas kept having to make sure Logan didn't fall too far behind.

But the night was starting to change. A lot of the kids their age were starting to head back home. Most of the kids still out were older -- teenagers. A lot of them weren't even trick-or-treating and instead just hanging around outside.

After maneuvering through a big group of kids moving in the opposite direction, Thomas and his friends made it.

"You're up, bear," Thomas said. He glanced at his side only to do a double-take. "Logan?" His brother wasn't there. "Logan?!"

"What's wrong?" Terrence asked.

Thomas started panicking. "Logan's gone." He looked around. "Logan?"

Valerie gasped. "We have to find him. C'mon." She led the two boys back the way they came.

The three of them began calling out to Logan and asking adults if they had seen a little astronaut around. Thomas tried his best to not start crying.

All he could think about was losing his baby brother forever and how angry his mother would be. How could he do this? He thought Logan had been next to him this whole time. What would he do if they couldn't find him?

"He's right there!" Valerie grabbed Terrence and Thomas's arms.

Logan was standing in the middle of the sidewalk. He looked tinier than usual. As if he was trying to hide within himself.

Thomas broke free of Valerie's grasp. "Logan!" He dropped his candy bags so nothing could hold him back as he ran.

Logan spun around, making his visor fall. When he pulled it up, Thomas could see that he had been crying.

He scooped his little astronaut into his arms.

"T-T -- omas," Logan choked out. "I, I c-couldn't. I was, I was lost a-and --"

"I'm here, bear." Thomas managed to keep himself composed. "I'm sorry I lost you. It won't happen again, I promise."

"I w-wanna go ho-ome."

Thomas looked up at his friends. They looked back at him with concern. "We will."

Just as Thomas was about to get up to lead everyone back, two figures with masks came up behind them. They shouted indiscernible noises to scare the children. It worked.

The four kids screamed and ran. Thomas held Logan in his arms the whole way back, candy forgot on the ground for those teenagers to take.

~~~

One September day, Logan came home in a bitter mood. He was snappy and angry and very unlike his usual self. Abigail assumed it was due to starting up in first grade, but Thomas thought it deeper than that. Regardless, they both encouraged Logan to tell them what was wrong. He refused every time.

This continued to happen every day for the rest of the month.

After a particularly bad day, with Logan almost in tears, Thomas decided to intervene. There would be an hour or two before their mother got home.

“What happened today at school, bear?”

Logan climbed onto the couch next to Thomas. “Nothing.” He crossed his arms and scowled.

“So you didn’t learn anything or make new friends?” Thomas was determined to figure this out.

Logan’s scowl deepened. “No.”

Thomas frowned a bit. He scooted himself off the couch to kneel in front of Logan like their mom does when she talks about something serious. “You can tell me anything, Logan. I get if you don’t wanna tell Mom, but she’s not here right now.” He tried to give an encouraging smile. “I won’t tell her if you don’t want me to.”

Logan stared at him for a moment. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

“I-it’s just a stupid reason.” His pronunciation came out with strong ‘th’ sounds instead of the actual ‘s’. It caused him to frown. “Never mind, I don’t wanna talk about it.” He tried to get off the couch.

“Hey, wait.” Thomas put his hands on his shoulders to keep him in place. “I’m not gonna make fun of you or anything. I’m your brother, Logan, I wouldn’t ever do that.”

Fresh tears began to glisten in Logan’s eyes. “B-but, I -- but everyone --” They started falling. “Everyone else does. They do it all the time.”

Thomas’s heart clenched. “Why would they do that?”

“I talk funny.” Logan twisted the end of his shirt in his hands. “I don’t say things right.”

“There’s nothing wrong with how you talk.” Thomas frowned. Yes, Logan had a bit of a lisp that he hadn’t grown out of, but nothing was wrong with that. That was just how he talked.

Logan didn’t say anything to that.

“Hey, I’m serious.”

Logan didn’t look at him. “I just wanna go to my room.”

Thomas frowned but let him go anyway. It didn’t seem as if there was anything he could do right now to help.

So when their mom got home he may have mentioned how insecure Logan was feeling with his lisp. He didn’t want to break a promise, but his baby brother needed to get through this. And the only way for that to happen is to get their mother involved.

She was super smart -- she would know what to do.

Most of this was a blur to Thomas at the time. He remembers Logan beginning speech therapy and a lot more talking going on in the house than usual. Their mother would consistently practice with Logan whenever she was home. She began reading bedtime stories and poems to get Logan more comfortable about reading out loud (sometimes Thomas joined in, other times he pretended he was too old for storytime).

It was all one big swirl of reading and speaking. Often times it got hard to keep Logan motivated; the kids at school continued to tease him. Thomas remembers their mother having to go down to the school to talk with Logan’s teacher about it.

He didn’t have any friends. He didn’t have anyone to play with during recess. He spent most of his time alone and was always the one left without a partner for classwork.

Thomas thought it was pretty unfair. Nothing was wrong with Logan. Those kids were just being mean.

Then one day, for the first time ever, Logan came out of class smiling. Thomas stood amongst other parents, as he usually did, ignoring their typical worried stares for a more pressing matter. He had never seen Logan like this before.

Logan’s smile got wider when he spotted Thomas. He ran up to him and gave him a hug.

Thomas almost stumbled back from the velocity of such a tiny body crashing into him. “Hey, bear,” he couldn’t help but laugh. “You seem excited today.”

Logan nodded into his chest. He pulled back to say, “I have something to be excited about.”

“Oh really?” Thomas grinned at him. “Maybe you can tell me on our way home.”

The whole way back, Logan couldn’t stop buzzing with excitement. A new girl joined their class. She ignored all those mean kids and decided to hang out with Logan. They spent the whole day together! They played in the sandbox and she taught him how to make flower crowns. She didn’t make fun of him or anything, either. Her name was Cara.

Thomas felt his chest warm up at his baby brother’s happiness. He made a friend.

Once their mom got home, Logan told her all about Cara. He still didn’t lose any of his excitement. This might have been the most energetic they had ever seen him.

“Well, she sounds lovely, baby,” Abigail said with a smile. She ruffled her son’s hair. “But I have a little surprise for you.” She laughed a bit at his wide eyes. “Would you like to see it?”

��Yes, yes!” Logan bounced up and down.

She laughed again. “Alright, settle down.” She rooted around her purse. “I know it’s in here somewhere...” She pretended to search hard for something and gave Thomas a wink. “Ah, here it is.” Out came a plastic bag from the store. She handed it to Logan.

Logan reached inside and pulled out a book. An interesting shade of blue with an illustration of a boy and a clock-dog. “The Ph -- Pha -- uh --” Logan blinked at it. He looked up at his mother. “What does it say?”

“The Phantom Tollbooth.” She knelt down to his level. “I figured we could read it together. I thought you’d like a new bedtime story.”

Logan’s eyes lit up. “Can we read it tonight?”

“Of course.” She kissed his forehead. “Would you like to join us, Thomas?”

Thomas wanted to say no, but he saw the expression on Logan’s face and didn’t have much of a choice. “Sure.”

~~~

Logan and Cara continued to be close friends throughout elementary school. She would come over often to play and would stay until the sun went down. She really helped to turn around Logan’s view on things; she was such a positive, bubbly kid.

“They’re so cute,” Valerie sighed as she looked at the two kids playing.

Thomas glanced over at them. They were trying to make a house of cards. Anytime it fell down Cara would giggle instead of getting upset. “Yeah.”

“Do you think they like each other?” Terrance asked. “As in like-like each other?”

“‘Like-like’?” Thomas couldn’t help but raise a brow at that word choice. But no, as far as he knew Logan did not “like-like” anybody. “He’s never actually shown interest in girls. Or boys. Or anyone really.” He shrugged. “I don’t think he’s going to have any crushes any time soon.”

“Really?” Valerie took her eyes off the kids to move them towards Thomas. “What makes you so sure?”

He shrugged again. “I dunno. Just a feeling I guess. He’s never talked about anyone in that way before.”

“Maybe that’ll change soon.” She smiled. “He’ll be going into fourth grade, right? Maybe someone will catch his eye.”

“That’s when I had my first real crush,” Terrance sighed wistfully. “Those were great times.”

Thomas went quiet as Valerie and Terrance started talking about crushes. He didn’t know why, but talking about Logan getting his own crush gave him a bad taste in his mouth. It didn’t seem right. Logan never said if a girl was pretty or if a boy did something nice for him. He only valued Cara’s friendship. And that seemed as far as he would go.

Funnily enough, that topic would come up again a few days later.

“Mama,” Logan started, his voice quieter than usual.

Thomas was at the kitchen table doing math homework. Their mother was cooking dinner but would stop by to help him every once in a while. That’s where she was when Logan came out.

“Yes, baby?” She pointed at the number Thomas needed to move.

“Do you think I’m weird?”

They both stopped what they were doing to look up at him.

“Of course not.” She frowned. “Why would you ask that? Did someone call you weird?”

Logan shrugged. He toed at the ground. “One of Cara’s friends asked if I liked anybody and then said it was weird when I said no. She kept telling me that I had to like somebody.”

“And what did Cara say about that?”

A small smile graced Logan’s lips. “She pushed her in the sand and told her not to make fun of me.”

Thomas laughed a bit. He would have done the same thing.

Abigail moved around to the other side of the table. She knelt to be eye-level with her son. “Logan, baby, it’s okay if you don’t like someone right now. It’s okay if you never like anyone, even. Just because you think a little different doesn’t mean you’re weird -- you’re just unique. So don’t let anyone ever tell you you have to be a certain way, alright?”

Logan nodded. “Alright.”

She smiled and ruffled his hair. “And tell Cara not to beat up any more girls.”

“I’ll think about it.” He giggled.

Logan never had another issue about crushes again.

The following year, Cara taught Logan something that would change his life forever. It might have seemed dramatic for something so simple, but it was true. This would end up being a big deal in his future.

“You can play guitar?!”

Cara giggled at Logan’s expression. “Only a little bit. I got it for my birthday last year and I’ve been trying to learn it.” She shifted the guitar so it sat better on her lap. Compared to her size, it was rather big.

“That’s so cool.” Logan grinned at her. His lisp had long since vanished, though part of him still expected it to come out and someone to make fun of him.

“You think so?” Cara returned his grin. “Do you wanna learn with me?”

Logan beamed. “Can I?”

“Only if you want to.”

“Yes!”

Cara’s grin widened.

They spent the rest of the year learning together. Logan went over every other day of the week. He picked it up a lot faster than any of them realized. He was pretty good at it. Cara’s mother insisted he was a natural, which always made his face get really hot. He just liked to learn and had a good teacher. Abigail laughed softly, making a passing comment about him being humble. He wasn’t quite sure he knew what that meant yet.

When summer rolled around, Logan and Cara were free to hang out whenever they wanted. Cara didn’t have any siblings, but she had both of her parents. She got everything she asked for (not that she ever asked for much), and Logan wondered if that was due to her being an only child or because having both parents made it easier. Her house had more space, her room had more toys, and she didn’t have to share it. She shared it with Logan, though. She often asked if he could spend the night. The answer was always yes.

The first time Logan ever slept over, his mother was hesitant to let him go. He never had friends to sleep over with before. And he had bad experiences with kids teasing him. And he was her baby. And he was so small. And he needed to be protected. And --

Thomas convinced her to let him go.

It was fun.

After seeing that nothing went wrong, he was allowed to do it again. (But that didn’t stop Abigail from scooping her son in her arms and peppering him with kisses the very next morning.)

So tonight, Logan sat on the floor of Cara’s bedroom with her guitar in his hands. He strummed at it idly, messing around with cords rather than playing a song. Cara watched him from her bed. Her hands were folded over the edge of her bedpost with her head resting on top. One of her legs hung off, and she swung it in time to the soft changes in keys.

“You’re really good,” she muttered, her voice pouring out like dazed honey.

Logan paused, his cheeks getting warm, before trying to use familiar cords to flesh out a song he heard earlier. “I-I’m okay.” He didn’t know why everyone insisted he was good. He didn’t get it. He only did what he was taught.

Cara smiled, a soft lazy thing compared to her normal Cheshire grins. “You’re gonna be, like, a rockstar when you’re grown up.”

Logan scrunched his nose. “No.”

“Then what are you gonna be?”

He didn’t know. Two years ago he wanted to be a doctor. He shrugged.

“Well, I’m gonna be a dancer.” She hopped to her feet and did a very elegant plie, followed by a releve -- naturally. “And I’m gonna be really good and dance all over the world.” She attempted a pirouette, but it wasn’t as elegant. “And you can be there playing songs for me to dance to, and we’ll both be really good together.”

Logan stopped. Somehow, he felt that wasn’t practical, but he didn’t care very much. Not right now, anyway. He smiled at her, something bubbling in his chest at being a really good team. “We have to be grown-up first.”

Cara blew a raspberry and waved her hand. “We’ll be grown up, like, tomorrow.” She fell back on her bed.

“That’s not how that works.”

She blew another raspberry.

Logan set the guitar to the side and jumped on the bed, earning a surprised squeal from Cara. He blew a raspberry on her cheek.

“Aw, gross!” Despite her disgust, she laughed as she tried to push him away. “You’re gonna pay for that.” She rolled on top of him and ran her wiggling fingers up and down his sides.

The reaction was immediate. He burst into laughter, trying to get away from her hands. “No, no, no! S-stop!”

“Say that I win.”

“Never!”

She paused only to grin at him, the tips of their noses almost touching. “Then you leave me no choice.” She bent down and pushed his shirt up. Before he had time to react, she blew a big raspberry onto his exposed tummy.

He squealed with laughter. “Stop! O-okay -- okay! You win. Stop it. I, I c-can’t breathe.” He tried to push her head away.

She popped up with a smile. “Was that so hard?”

Logan could only giggle in response.

A knock came from the door. “You two better be getting to bed. It’s getting late,” Cara’s mother scolded from the other side.

“We will,” Cara responded, knowing full well they weren’t.

They did, however, turn off the light. They both sat under the blankets of Cara’s bed with a flashlight. At first, it was to tell scary stories, but it tapered off into something else. Something softer. They talked about each other, about their families. Their hopes and their dreams. They were going to head into sixth grade soon.

“I hope we’re friends forever,” Cara whispered.

Logan wished the same.

They fell asleep that night close together, sharing the same blanket.

~~~

Cara left two months into the sixth grade.

She had to move.

She came to Logan crying about it, which shocked him. He hadn’t seen her cry before. No matter how many times she got frustrated, or how many times she skinned her knee, she always held back her tears. She was tough. Logan wished he could be that way sometimes.

But that day she came to him in tears was the day he knew something was very, very wrong. And she told him her dad got a new job. Somewhere far away. Somewhere away from Logan.

It didn’t feel fair.

Logan had to watch his best and only friend go away. He had to watch as she paid less and less attention to school because it didn’t even matter in the end. She wouldn’t stay long. Cara had always been a good student. It didn’t seem right to see her ignore assignments. But maybe she was right. These teachers would never see her again, anyway.

The day Cara moved was sunny. A perfect Saturday afternoon.

Yet Logan hated it.

Before she left for good, she stopped by his house. Of course she did. There was no way she would leave without a final goodbye. And there was no way her parents would say no to her.

Logan remembered this moment better than most of his childhood memories. Whenever he thought back on it, it always felt fresh. Like Cara had left yesterday with his heart shattered in pieces.

Her parents stayed in the car while she walked up the front lawn. Her guitar case was strapped to her back, but she ignored the slight trouble it gave her. Thomas and Abigail remained on the porch as Logan rushed forward to meet her at the edge of the grass.

“Hi,” she said softly.

Logan swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Um.” She messed with the strap. “I...” When she couldn’t seem to find the right words, she slipped off the case and handed it to him. “Here.”

Logan blinked. “What?”

“You’re really good a-and I’m not, but that’s okay. I-I enjoyed watching you play it more than I played it.” She slipped her fingers away. “I want you to have it.”

He didn’t know what to say. The lump in his throat started to sting. “Thank you.”

Cara nodded, but that seemed to be the last of her composure. Her eyes got watery and her face twisted to hold in any sobs. She threw her arms around Logan to pull him into a tight hug. “I’m gonna miss you.”

Logan tried not to cry. So he didn’t speak.

“Promise you won’t stop playing.”

He nodded.

She pulled away, her hands lingering on his shoulders. Then she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “We’re gonna meet again someday.” Without waiting for a response (or otherwise she might start bawling), she headed back down the lawn.

And that was enough for Logan to start crying. He put his face in his mother’s side, unable to see his best friend drive away and out of his life.

He didn’t know how he was going to get through middle school without Cara. He had no one else to turn to. Most of the kids in his grade followed him from elementary school. They never learned to like him, and they had their own friend groups established a long time ago. He would never fit in with them. And he was convinced this was the worst moment of his life.

He was proved wrong, of course.

It was a year after Cara left. April. There was an accident.

Logan didn’t remember hearing the news. He knew that he did. He had to. He just... couldn’t wrap his head around it. It was unbelievable. It wasn’t real. Those words were never meant to be arranged in that way and spoken into existence.

Thomas broke down and sobbed as soon as the policeman left. But Logan didn’t. He still didn’t understand what was going on. It still didn’t feel real.

So Logan just went through the motions after that. He had a sandwich for dinner. Just to have something. He wasn’t sure if Thomas ate anything at all. Then he went to bed. But he didn’t sleep. He had The Phantom Tolbooth in his hands, yet the words on the pages were foreign to him. As he attempted to read something despite his blank mind, Thomas came in to check on him.

He sat on the edge of the bed but struggled to say anything at all. “Are you... okay?”

Logan didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t feel anything. Instead, he whispered, “What do we do now?”

Thomas paused. His eyes were still puffy and red from his tears. “I don’t know.”

The funeral was small. It wasn’t as if there was a family to invite, anyway. There were only her co-workers -- people Logan met once or twice -- and Thomas’s friends and their parents. He didn’t remember much besides that. He wasn’t sure if it was a repression thing or just memories lost to time. But he remembered Thomas crying in the beginning and then never again for the rest of the day. He remembered people giving their condolences. He remembered Valerie and Terrance crying and hugging Thomas, but Thomas didn’t shed a single tear. And he thought that was odd. Because Thomas cried for a lot of things, but especially if his friends are crying.

And then it was over.

He and Thomas arrived home at the end of the day. When they got home, Logan half expected to hear humming from the kitchen or bustling down the hall. It was around the time she did chores. She would have been doing something. Except nothing happened. The lights were off. The house was eerily quiet. When he looked into the living room, there was no one there. She wouldn’t ever be there again.

He cried.

Part Two

#i split it up for my sanity #it was going to be very long #and oh my god #this has been in my drafts #for like a year #it's about damn time #logan sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides #minor character death #i actually #broke it down even further #this part was supposed to be even longer #but i said fuck that #to get it out sooner #berry done au #im actually legit sorry about their mom #everything i touch turns to angst

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Blurb #2 (G.D.)

A/N: Hey anon! First off I want to say thank you so so much, you're the absolute sweetest <3 I know this is a bit late but I hope you like it! Also, I'm still working on the second part of 'Reminisce' and I'm struggling so this is kind of an exercise for me to get my creative juices flowing lol I’m so sorry, it’ll be up soon I promise.

Anyway, let me know what you think! x

Word Count: 1.9k

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"Did it hurt when it happened?" You asked another question, Grayson losing track of how many you've already asked him since the journey from your house to the dentists.

"No (Y/N), I was asleep most of the time and I can't remember the rest." Grayson chuckled, giving your thigh a soft squeeze as he kept his focused on the road.

"I'm just so nervous and I don't know why." You admitted with a deep sigh, getting more and more anxious especially when you saw the clinic from the corner of your eye.

"Babe you have nothing to be nervous about. Trust me; it'll be over before you know it. Stop worrying too much." He reassured you with a soft smile parking the car and turning it off.

"Fine, let's just get this over with." You unlocked your seatbelt and hopped off the car, Grayson mirroring your actions and meeting you halfway as he offered his hand to you. You gladly took it, intertwining your fingers with his as the two of you walked hand in hand inside the clinic.

Grayson was just casually scrolling through his phone when a nurse called for him, telling him that you were awake and almost done. He just needed to fill some stuff out and then get your prescriptions, after that, you'll be good to go.

He walked down the hallway as he followed the nurse until they reached you.

Grayson knelt in front of you, hand resting on your knees as he gave you a sweet smile. "Hi baby." He cooed, rubbing his thumb against your thighs in a comforting manner.

"Grayson? Is that you?" You whispered, eyes squinting as you examined Grayson's face, your voice a little muffled due to the gauze that was inside your mouth.

"Yes, it's me. How you feeling peach?" Grayson chuckled, heart bursting at how adorable you are after going under.

You always have been adorable to him, but right now, this loopy you is melting his heart even faster than normal.

"I'm so tired Gray. I wanna go home." You frowned at him, lifting both your arms up as you reached for him.

Grayson couldn't help but laugh as he interlaced his fingers with yours, now fully standing up as he leaned forward to place a soft kiss on top of your head.

"Just a sec babe. I need to get your prescriptions then we'll go home alright?" Grayson started to let your hands go, but that only made you whine. "No, don't leave me please Gracy." He didn't mean to but Grayson threw his head back as he lets out a loud laugh, earning a confused look from you. Your brain is still a bit foggy after all.

"Gracy? Is that my new nickname now baby?" Grayson wondered, eyes twinkling with happiness and pure adoration as he looked at you. You gave him a nod, lips slowly quirking up as you leaned back into you seat. "I like Gracy. No, I love Gracy. I love you Gracy." You mumbled, eyes slowly closing.

Grayson shook his head at you, sighing in content as he brought your knuckles up to his lips to give it a soft kiss. "I love you too (Y/N)."

As you let out a soft sigh with your eyes still closed, Grayson tried to let both your hands go again, but you still gripped it tight, murmuring a soft 'no' under your breath. "(Y/N), baby, you need to let me go so that we can go home faster." Grayson said slowly, voice soft with his smile never leaving his face.

You slowly opened your eyes to look at him, your frown deepening a little. You furrowed your eyebrows as you let his hands go, almost pushing them away and crossing your arms over your chest with a huff. "Fine."

"Aww baby don't be upset. I'll be back I promise." Grayson reached over to cup your face, thumb stroking your cheeks softly, making you lean against his touch. This made Grayson's heart grow ten times bigger.

"Okay, but be quick." You answered, eyes slowly dozing off. Grayson tilted his head with a stupid grin adoring his features, eyes scanning your beautiful face with admiration.

Whenever it's you, his cheeks will always hurt just by the way you make him smile with everything that you do, whether it's you doing something silly and crazy or just you being the angel that you always are.

He knows for a fact how whipped he is for you and he has no problem with that at all.

"I will." He whispered, slowly rushing towards the doctor to get this over and done with so that he can take you home.

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Grayson wrapped his arms securely around your waist as he guided you towards the car, a small scowl etched on your face as you stumbled on the pavement, still unable to walk in a straight line but trying your very best to do so.

"Grayson I'm tired." You groaned as you rested your forehead against his shoulder, pace slowing down even more, growing lazier the more energy you used. "Just a few more steps babe." Grayson chuckled, squeezing your hips softly in an attempt to keep you moving.

"But I don't want any more steps. My feet don't want any more steps Gray." You protested, stopping your movements completely as you looked at your boyfriend, bottom lip jutted out and giving him you best imitation of puppy dog eyes.

"You're lucky I love you." Grayson grumbled with a roll of his eyes, squatting down to hook his other arm under your legs and standing straight back up to carry you bridal style.

You hummed in content as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself, burying your face on the crook of his neck with a deep sigh. "You just wanted me to carry you from the start didn't you?" Grayson raised an eyebrow at you, carefully walking back to the car with you in his arms.

"Yup, I love being this close to you. You're so warm and you smell nice." You pulled yourself closer to him, the action driving Grayson insane. He's so madly and deeply in love with you he feels like he's going to burst.

"I'm so fucking in love with you, you have no idea." Grayson muttered, his feelings for you overwhelming his heart, his mind and his body. Never did he ever think he's fall this hard for someone, and here he is, completely captivated by you, all of you.

"Hey, no cursing." You scolded, lifting your head up as you looked at him with an angry look on your face. Grayson laugh, "I'm sorry princess." He kissed your forehead, finally stopping in front of the car.

"I'm putting you back down so that I can unlock the car okay peach?" Grayson whispered softly, earning a nod of agreement from you. He gently placed you back on your feet, one arm still wrapped around your waist. "Hold on to me (Y/N) so that you won't fall okay?" He earned a small okay from you as you wrapped both your arms around his bicep, clinging onto him like a koala bear.

"So adorable." Grayson chuckled, kissing the tip of your nose before fishing his keys in his pocket. After successfully doing so, he quickly opened the door and helped you inside, fumbling with your seat belt to put it on you securely, your eyes following his every movement as you watched him intently.

"You feeling good baby? You want me to lean your seat back a little?" He reached for you, tucking a strand of hair behind you ear to get it away from your face. "Please?" You hummed, nodding at his suggestion. Grayson reached for the handle under your seat, carefully leaning it back until you were situated perfectly.

"There you go, comfy?" He asked, one hand resting on the leather beside your head while the other on your shoulder, him rubbing it soothingly.

You titled your head to the side as you examined his face with curious eyes. Grayson wanting nothing more than to know what was going on inside that kind of yours.

You lifted a hand up to cup his face, nimble fingers feeling so warm and soft against his skin as he smiled at you. "You're so pretty." You whispered, thumb stroking his cheek lovingly.

"Not as beautiful as you angel." Grayson placed his hand on top of yours, turning his head to press his lips against your palm before leaning forward to kiss your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and then finally a soft, gentle peck on the lips.

Grayson chuckled as your expression changed from joy to horror within seconds.

"Wha–" You brought your fingers up to touch your lips, the surprise on your face so evident as soon as you feel nothing.

"What's wrong peach?" Grayson asked, even though he already knew what you were feeling, or int his case, not feeling.

"I can't feel my lips. I didn't feel your kiss." You whimpered, eyes slowly tearing up as you looked at Grayson for answers at the sudden lost of feeling from your lips.

"Awww baby, don't cry. Once all the drugs wear out, you'll feel them again. I promise." Grayson grabbed your face with both hands, thumb wiping away the tear that slipped out of your eyes.

"But I want to feel your kisses." You pouted with a soft sniffle, Grayson's heart melting at how pure you are.

"I want you to feel my kisses too, so that you'll know just how much I love you." Somehow, this made you tear up even more and Grayson started to worry if he'd said something wrong.

"What's wrong bubba?" He asked, concern laced in his voice as he frowned.

"I'm just so happy that I have you Grayson. I love you so much." A soft sob escape your lips, a smile slowly creeping up on your face as you stared at Grayson with so much love he couldn't help but feel a bit emotional too.

"I love you too (Y/N), so so so much." He whispered, resting his forehead against yours as stared back into your eyes, the feeling of love and happiness warming up the both you.

With a loud sigh, you leaned back into your seat with your eyes closed, a small smile playing on your lips as you said, "I'm okay now."

Grayson chuckled, "Let's get you home." He slowly pulled away, but not before giving you another peck on the lips even if you still can't feel it at the moment.

He closed your door and quickly jogged to the other side of the car, turning the engine on and getting himself properly situated before pulling out of the parking lot.

Once on the road, he intertwined his fingers with yours while the other hand stayed on the steering wheel. He'd give you a glance every now and then, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it tenderly before turning his focus back on the road, the gesture making you feel so happy and loved.

You looked at him with smile, giving his hand a squeeze, making him look at you for a quick second, sporting a wide smile of his own.

From the outside looking in, the two of you showed nothing but pure love for one another.

A love that everyone on this earth craves for. A love so strong and powerful that nobody would even dare get in the way. A love that makes someone feel so content with life and just experience pure joy that makes you feel complete.

A love that will definitely last forever.

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Chapter 15: Insurance

Disclaimers: i do not own supernatural or any of its characters, nor do i own jenny; i only own elliana and anaya

@sarimaposthumous helped write some dialogue between ellie and lucifer and also the ‘flashback’ at the high priestess. And also proofread. Thanks babe <3

Time frame: Season 11-12

Warnings: angst; TRIGGER WARNINGS: brief implied sexual assault in recap, implied suicide attempt at very end (last few paragraphs) with blood mentioned

Notes: glad to be back in the swing of writing again. It took me awhile to get into this chapter and was only able to write a couple paragraphs at a time so it might suck but here it is anyway!

Please leave comments! Thank you for reading! <3

THEN

“Sam, Dean. Good to see you again. And who’s this with you? New travel buddy? I’m Lucifer, though I’m assuming you already knew that,” the devil said, talking directly to Elliana now. “What’s your name?”

“Go to hell,” Ellie said coldly.

“Oh, I just got out of there, sweetheart,” he easily countered.

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” she spat, taking a challenging step forward. Sam and Dean pulled her back, causing Lucifer to smirk.

“I like her,” he said to the boys. “Feisty.”

“Lucifer,” Ellie said a bit distastefully, though her heart dropped to her stomach. “What do you want?” she snapped.

“Now now,” Lucifer tisked. “Damon, here, wanted to just kill you. But I had him bring you here instead. So you should really be thanking me,” Lucifer said, nodding as he continued. “I thought we could chat a bit – get to know each other.”

Lucifer put his hand on top of Elliana’s head, grasping it.

Ellie blacked out for a second before a mixture of images and feelings flashed across her mind. Her parents lying dead on the ground; falling to her knees, scared, and awaiting her death; Running fearfully from a demon; starving on the side of the road with no money left to afford a place to sleep; and-

Ooooh, what’s this? Lucifer’s voice practically purred in her mind - and Ellie could hear the smirk in it. Let’s play with this a little.

“You’re too weak. You’re powerless. There’s nothing you can do to stop me,” the vamp smirked. He fed off her until she passed out.

The rest of that day was filled with feelings of fear, powerlessness, and struggling. Her body being overtaken by his. Whatever innocence she had left from her last run in with him being stolen from her.

“All I know is that damn demon that killed her folks somehow found and possessed her, poofed her to Ohio, and dropped her off with Lucifer. He messed with her head then my contact found her. Crowley said she hasn’t said a thing since. Just been up in her room, huddled in the corner, terrified. My contact doesn’t know what Lucifer did or made her see - but she said Ellie won’t even let anyone touch her.”

NOW

Pain. That was the first sensation Elliana felt. She didn’t quite wake up; she didn’t breathe first. There was just pain. And she couldn’t tell which was worse - the physical pain, or the emotional pain.

Ellie had been writing in her journal when Garth came upstairs. “Hey Ells, I hate to pull you away before dinner but do you think you could make a quick diaper run? Jim had to go out and I was gonna help Bess feed the pup,” he asked. Elliana was more than glad to go out. It was good timing, too, since Anaya was due for a walk.

On their way, Castiel had appeared looking worked up. As soon as Cas had appeared, Anaya turned around and pricked her ears up apprehensively.

“Cas? What are you doing here?” Ellie asked cautiously, wondering why the angel would come to her since she was on hiatus from hunting; and even more so without calling or texting her first.

“Sam and Dean are in trouble and require your assistance immediately. If we had another option we would take it but you are the only one available.”

Once Cas spoke, Anaya quickly stepped in front of Ellie and lowered her ears and growled lowly at the angel.

“Anaya, what’s wrong with you?” Ellie asked, thoroughly confused. “It’s Cas!” she said, extending an arm towards him. Anaya took a challenging step forward and bared her teeth, snarling now. Elliana took these cues and pulled her angel blade out of her jacket, gripping it in an offensive position towards ‘Cas’.

“Who are you?” Ellie challenged.

“I know I’m in a different suit and all, but you still don’t know me?” the imposter said with a smirk. Their irises flashed a bright red and Anaya wasted no more time in lunging forward at Lucifer.

“ANAYA, NO!!!” Ellie screamed, trying to grab the dog’s collar. It was unsuccessful.

Lucifer flicked his wrist and it was done.

Anger, sadness, depression, fury, confusion; every emotion flashed through Ellie suddenly and all at once, sending her flying at Lucifer, angel blade pulled back to stab him in the chest but instead was met with two fingers to her forehead that sent her into a deep rest.

“Wake up, Ells!” a loud voice sneered, sending a splitting headache through Elliana’s skull. She squeezed her already closed eyes, now wet with tears, and turned her face into the floor; she now realized she was laying on a cold cement floor. A foot pushed her onto her side and she groaned, planting a hand on the floor to ground herself.

Cas- Lucifer paced idly around Ellie with a smirk as she roused, taking pleasure in her contorted face and bruised body.

“Have a nice nap?” he quipped, smirking still.

Elliana, face still turned into the pavement, said to him in a cracking voice, “You killed my dog. You killed Anaya.” She took a pause to let out a silent sob. “Why did you come for me? I’m not even hunting right now.” The girl now pushed herself up begrudgingly, every limb sore, and sat up against the wall behind her. “And I’m warded,” she continued. “How did you find me?”

Lucifer chuckled a bit, as if it was a silly question. “Jenny led me to you, of course,” he said. Ellie still was unnerved with Lucifer in Cas’ vessel; speaking in his voice.

The girl scoffed a bit, eyes still closed. “Yeah, right. Why the hell would Jenny do that to me? Especially when she was the one to get you away from me in the beginning.”

Cas-Lucifer gave the girl a smug look. “Oh, she never told you? That was all just a show. Jenny and I have quite the romance going on,” he smirked again (which Elliana was quite frankly getting sick of).

Ellie finally opened her eyes to squint at Ca- Lucifer. “Why would Jenny be with someone like you?” she spat. “The one that tortured me? She’s like a sister to me, and I’m one to her. And she was the one to help me get Sam back so you weren’t let out of the cage again.”

“Ohhh that little trip. Did you like her little nickname for me?” he said, ignoring her common sense.

Jenny scoffed at Crowley. “Do you really expect us to believe you want the Winchesters back in action? I’m sure business has been booming since they shoved Luci back in the cage and Dean hooked up with Lisa.”

“That whole trip was a pretty good coverup, minus the nickname slipup. That little ‘favor’ she owed me for letting you go? She had to get me out of the cage. But it turned out not to even be an issue for Jenny; she wanted me out,” C-Lucifer explained, still pacing in front of Ellie.

“No...no,” Elliana said, slowly shaking her head. “I don’t believe you. Jenny would never do that to me,” she continued, though her voice shook with emotion. She couldn’t help but think about what Lucifer was saying. Every cell in her body reminded her that he was the father of lies. He was just trying to beat her down. But how else would he have been able to find me? She thought. The guys don’t know where Garth’s place is and I turned the tracker on my phone off. And I’m warded so Cas/Lucifer wouldn’t be able to find me...and Jenny does keep tabs on a lot of hunters…

C-Lucifer smirked deeper, sensing the uncertainty in her. “Let’s go back in time then.” He approached her and lifted a hand towards her head, making her push herself further into the wall. “Don’t worry,” he soothed. “We’re not going to your past,” he continued, kneeling down and putting a hand on her head. “We’re going to mine.”

The two end up in The High Priestess to see Jenny on her laptop at the bar. Lucifer is standing next to Ellie with his arms crossed. Lucifer, who looks like Nick again says, “I took the liberty of changing into Nick for this little show-and-tell as opposed to your little winged friend.”

Ellie turned to see Castiel enter the bar and Jenny looked up at him, slightly taken aback by this handsome stranger. “Welcome,” she says. “Can I get you anything?”

“Just a whole lot of you,” Cas winks, his eyes turning red before blinking them back to normal.

“Lucifer!” Jenny exclaimed before leaving the bar and pulling him into a hug. He grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss. Next to Ellie, Lucifer snapped his fingers and she saw the Castiel next to Jenny transform into “Nick.” Ellie looked at Lucifer who shrugged.

“Sorry, I couldn’t bear to see that goody two shoes angel all over my girl,“ he emphasized to Ellie to try to prove his point.

“You’re finally out of the cage!” Jenny exclaimed but took a step back to look him over. “But why do you look like this?”

“I just had to ride this vessel out to get out of there as fast as I could; I couldn’t wait to see you, babe. Not that you did much to help seeing as I was in there long enough. It seems like you didn’t even try to free me.” He stepped towards her almost menacingly, pulling a fake pout.

Jenny bit her lip and her shoulders slumped. “I’ll admit, I gave a half-hearted attempt to try to free you, but Ellie got me to try and help her free Sam and it was hard to do both without her knowing….” Jenny crossed her arms, looking at Lucifer who almost looked dejected. “And after you tormented her, how could I turn around and be with you again? I was just so torn.”

Lucifer pulled Jenny’s arms around him and held her. “So, you’re saying that without Ellie, we could be together? No uncertainties?”

Jenny slightly pulled back to look up at him, “Honestly, yeah. She’s a reckless girl who can barely keep it together to hunt properly. I’m always stuck worrying about her and yet again I am sacrificing my happiness for her,” Jenny sighed and put her forehead to his chest.

He brushed his fingers through her hair. “Don’t worry Jenny. I’ll take care of that brat for you.”

“You will?” Her question was muffled by his chest.

“Of course. Anything for you, babe.”

The Lucifer next to Ellie snapped his fingers and they were transported to Jenny’s room. They could see the two of them kissing and Ellie could tell where this was going.

“Enough!” Ellie barked, turning her head away. Lucifer was leaning against the wall watching the scene intently.

“Oh come on, this is the best part.” Ellie turns around, grabbing her hair in her hands. Lucifer sighed and said, “Ugh fine. Prude,” and snaps his fingers, taking them back to reality.

“Do you believe me now?” Ca-Lucifer asked. “She knows how much I hurt you but she still wanted to be with me. I almost hate to say this but her relationship with me seems to outweigh your safety and friendship. Guess she wasn’t who you thought she was after all. Which is all the better for me.”

Elliana closed her eyes again so Ca-Lucifer. It’s Lucifer! she had to remind herself. She closed her eyes again so Lucifer wouldn’t see the tears building up. She didn’t want to believe what she saw but...for some reason she did. And it broke her heart.

“So why haven’t you killed me already?” she asked through gritted teeth.

“What’s the fun in that?” Lucifer asked, acting shocked at the question. “Besides, I need to have something over the Winchesters when this whole battle-against-the-darkness thing is over. Don’t worry, I’ll check back regularly,” he fake-assured her. “If I can’t, I’ll have Damon do it,” he continued, his smirk reappearing. “But first, let me just take a little picture to show them...there we go.”

Then, he snapped his fingers and vanished; leaving Ellie with only her mind. And that was just about as bad as being stuck with Lucifer.

Sam and Dean were in the library of the bunker, reading through lore to try and find anything and everything on the Darkness. Sure, they had Lucifer’s eventual help, but they still needed a game plan. Both boys’ phones buzzed at the same time, Sam’s once - indicating a message, and Dean’s ongoing - Garth was calling.

Sam opened the message, seeing it was from Cas, and saw it had a picture attached but was taking time to download.

Dean picked up the phone and Sam glanced up at him when Dean greeted him.

“Woah, Garth - slow down, man. Ga-Garth! Calm down! Now, slowly tell me what’s going on,” he commanded, initially unphased by the lanky hunter fumbling over his words.

As Garth began explaining things to Dean, Sam glanced down at his phone again to see the picture from Cas had finished downloading. His heart dropped to his stomach when he pulled it up.

“Dean-”

“Sam-”

The brothers spoke over each other, frightened looks on their faces and they looked back at one another. Sam held his phone up for Dean to show him the picture. Before either of them could utter another word, the bunker’s door opened and slammed shut again. Cas sauntered down the iron stairs, his posture in itself an indicator to the boys that Cas was not the one driving at the moment.

The boys abruptly stood up, each pulling out their angel blade, and faced Lucifer.

“Now, now, boys, do anything with those little sticks in your hands and you kill your angel buddy. I don’t think you want that, do you?” he taunted.

“What did you do with Ellie?!” Sam and Dean yelled simultaneously.

“She’s safe. For now,” Lucifer said, crossing his arms with a smirk.

“What do you want?!” Dean asked, still wielding his angel blade. He knew it wouldn’t do a thing against Lucifer but he had to have some kind of defense.

“Elliana is...insurance,” he said. “I just want to be sure when this whole mess is over you don't do anything to send me back to the cage. I won’t do anything to her if you leave me be.”

Sam straightened up, still clutching his angel blade. “Yeah? And how do we know you won’t hurt her anyway?” he asked, not believing a thing Lucifer said.

“You don’t,” he answered right away. “But do you really want to take that chance?”

“Cas, come on; help us out, man,” Dean begged, voice still rough.

“Oh I’m sorry, Cas isn’t available at the moment - would you like to leave a message?” Lucifer said smugly, fully enjoying this game.

The brothers stood down, giving each other woeful glances. For now, there was nothing they could do.

Back in the cement cell, Elliana paced rapidly, running her hands through her hair.

This can’t be happening, she thought. I finally got away from it all. I was healing through therapy, I had a family life with Garth and his family, I was going to earn my degree soon. I was away from hunting.

Then her thoughts began to get darker, realizing what she was bound to be in for. Torture, extended solitary confinement, more traumatic memories connected with Lucifer and Damon.

No, Ellie thought once more. I can’t do this again.

Frantically looking around the room again, having already looked for ways out, her eyes stopped at the small mirror hung on the wall. Her heart clenched at the thoughts crossing her mind but her fear won control and she threw her fist at the mirror, shattering it into pieces. She took a moment to look at her broken reflection on the floor before picking up a piece of glass. The last thing she remembered was the warmth of the blood running from her throat and the fluttering of wings.

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lazy-cat-corner · 5 years

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Anon Prompt Request- Don’t Grow Up! [Valki]

Disclaimer: So so sorry anon for covering up and cutting off the bottom bit. You did nothing wrong. I just want to protect any reader from reading anything that could allude that I spoiled anything even if what is said is absolutely harmless. Which, let me be clear, it is BUTTTT Since tensions are really high in this site, I just want to clarify this fic has no relation to Endgame or even related to IW canon. I did everything in my power reviewing and verifying it is indeed spoiler free!

Notes: Hope you don’t mind I sort of pushed your intended timeline a little back because it felt right. So this takes place about a good decade after Ragnarok/Infinity War but begins five years after the IW snap.

Now all technicalities aside, here you all go! FLUFFY WHOLESOME GOODNESS THAT WILL KILL YOU BUT IN A DIFFERENT WAY!!!

Word Count: 1400 words

Rating: General

It’s becoming more clear to Loki that his life is full of unexpected turns.

They were always careful and always took precautions. Sometimes Loki went overboard with contraceptive spells, potions and charms. Some nights he would wake up into blind panics for no clear reason how it started. The thought of parenting someone who could be either too much or nothing like him was a terrifying thought. Yet, there were always those moments that he entertained the thought that maybe things wouldn’t be so bad with a child and those moments would be what comforted him back to sleep.

Maybe it was an odd coincidence or maybe Loki forgot a step in his spell. Maybe it’s because the worst of Thanos was over and after facing their worst fears the thought of a child didn’t sound so bad. Either way, by the time Brun stepped out of the bathroom and clutched a hot cup of peppermint tea to soothe her nausea, she didn’t panic when Loki confirmed her suspicions. Neither of them did and it was the last thing they would expect to feel.

It was a difficult pregnancy and there were days, even weeks where the two would break down and question everything. They believed they couldn’t do it and it would be madness to bring another person into the world when they themselves felt like they couldn’t take care of themselves.

The second they held their daughter, Frigga, in their arms, all doubts, all fears melted away. It felt almost silly that they worried so long for (what felt like) nothing. They knew they could do it. Despite all the fallout they will be slogging through and the heavy weights they carry on their backs, they knew that she would be safe. Her innocent and curious mind won’t wake up from nightmares of a dreadful time before her. She could be happy and bring a brighter light to their lives.

“Are you sure you don’t want private tutoring?” Loki held his daughter propped up on his hip who demanded to be put down.

When her feet touched the school grounds, she straightened the hem of her shirt and tightened her fists. Always careful to be a lady even when her temper got the worst of her. A matching pair of blue eyes were furrowed and she glared defiantly at her father.

“No! I want to go by myself! I don’t need you and mother to watch me all the time . I can do it! I can do it by myself.” The little princess stomped her foot with a pout.

“Alright. Alright.” Brun soothed with her hands in her pockets. “We just wanted to be sure because last week you said-

“No!” Frigga interrupted.

“If you insist.” Loki sighed.

“Yes, I insist!” She sassed back with a tone that should have made Loki correct her manners. Instead, he was biting his lip and held back a smirk. If she’s anything like her mother, and she certainly is! It’s probably best not to get her riled up before the teacher comes to pick her up.

Right on cue, the teacher stepped out the front door to wave to the family over.

Frigga’s small hands flew up and she pushed the two back.

“No, stay here. You’re going to make her send me home,” Frigga protested.

“Frigga, we just want to talk-

“Mum.” Her blue eyes were rounded with a pleading look for her to listen.

Brun and Loki exchanged a look followed by a deep sigh.

“Alright, little one.” Loki patted the top of her head causing Frigga to adjust her braids her mother spent nearly an hour this morning doing over and over again because “They weren’t just right ,” she would tell her.

Brun bent down and held her arms out.

“One more goodbye hug?” She offered.

“No!” Frigga stepped back with her arms crossed. “No more hugs.” A tiny bottom lip jutted out.

“Alright.” Brun straightened herself up with a shrug and proceeded to let her daughter run across the school grounds.

“Are you ready to go?” Her teacher held their hand out for Frigga to take.

Loki noticed Frigga’s hesitation and her eyes welling up some tears. He fought the instinct to scoop her up and take her home.

This was her idea. I won’t be selfish. He reminded himself.

The two waved from the other side of the yard and said their goodbyes. Their backs turned and they were ready to leave Frigga for the day when Loki sensed a tiny vibration on the ground.

Loki’s ears perked up and he halted his pace at the faint, “Wait!” coming from behind.

A small pair of arms wrapped around his leg and he was nearly knocked to the ground when he lowered himself to pick up Frigga. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he sucked in a deep breath at the small whimper coming from his daughter’s lips.

Loki peered over Frigga’s shoulder to see her teacher give an amused smile and brief shrug.

“Happens all the time,” the teacher reassured.

Brun put a soothing hand over Frigga’s back and on instinct, she jumped off Loki’s arms to cling to her mother. Brun adjusted her hold and placed a gentle kiss over Frigga’s temple.

“Hey,” Brun rubbed her hand over her daughter’s trembling back in soothing circles. Her voice lowered so only the three could hear. “You’re gonna have a good time. We’re already here and made it this far. Give it a go and tell me everything when we get home.”

Brun hushed her daughter’s cries and muttered more comforting words in her ear before she lowered her down for a second try. Her daughter nodded her head and wiped the tears off her face. The two offered their hands to her which Frigga accepted one in each hand. They agreed to walk her back up to the teacher.

Loki gave her one last peck on the cheek before he sent her off.

“We’ll work on your seidr when you get back,” he promised with a gentle pat on her shoulder.

Frigga sniffed and nodded her head. She turned around and gingerly accepted the teachers hand with a meek thank you .

“Such good manners for someone so young,” the teacher complimented warmly.

Frigga smiled brightly and looked up to her instructor ready to tell her all about her mother and father and where they live. Unaware that the teacher met up with the two earlier in the month and had a long discussion about her. Being the first princess the school’s ever had, it was important for the principal and teacher to sit down and review her overall safety while attending along with the curriculum offered at the school.

Loki and Brun stood by to watch their daughter climb up the stairs and walk through the big doors.

Loki could see Brun blinking rapidly from the corner of his eye.

“Don’t cry.” Loki muttered to her. “Not until she’s gone.”

“I’m not, shut up!” Her shaking voice retorted.

When the doors shut behind Frigga, Loki teased Brun about looking like the other weeping mothers surrounding the building. Brun’s tears dry in an instant and her fists raised up for a shove to Loki’s chest that he caught. He clasped his hands around hers and brought them up for a gentle kiss.

“It’ll be alright,” he blinked back a fresh set of tears before he pulled her in for a tight embrace.

After what felt like forever and Loki started to notice bystanders recognize the two and offer a friendly greeting their way, Brun’s muffled voice finally broke the silence.

“Loki?”

“Hmm?” He hummed over her head. Finding it too difficult to speak in fear he would break down in sobs worse than one the two exchanged the night before.

“D’you think you want to get married?”

Loki leaned back and blinked for a moment before he reached down for a deep kiss.

“Is this a proposal?” He pulled back and noticed her brown eyes were a bit glossy.

“I’m not getting on my knee like they do in those silly Midgard movies that Pepper loves to watch.” She grumbled.

“We agreed that Frigga didn’t have to change anything,” he reminded her.

“Yeah, that was a lie.” Brun rolled her eyes and frowned at Loki’s prolonged silence. “You don’t have to-

“I’m not saying that,” Loki cupped her face and rests his forehead over hers. “I 'm not saying that at all. You truly want this.” It wasn’t a question. He could feel her smile spread and knew she meant what she said.

“I want this. I want you both .”

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