#he felt so bad making her wait an extra half hour

[strawberryblue-blog]

Fermin: female reader x Fermin Lopez where they have been dating for a while but recently they had problems & have been having stupid fights. The reader has been stressed with school and him with pressure brought by his recognition in the first team. Maybe he’s acting weird & distant, which leads to a fight between them and them taking a break. Angst plot where the reader has an accident ( car accident or something smaller- up to you) and Fermin confirms how much he loves her and doesn’t want to loose her. Fluff ending where he takes care of her during her recovery.

Comeback to me —Fermin Lopez.

summary: read the request.

warnings: none. fights, bad words, car accident, injuries, etc. sad, angst, cute, fluff.

words: +4.5k

#SEXYNOTE: I apologize if there are errors. I use the translator since English is not my first language. I hope the person who asked for this enjoys it as much as i enjoy writing it.

Thanks for the support 🎀🪽

You sighed as you flipped through the channels on the television while holding the ice cream spoon to your mouth. At least ten minutes ago you were looking for something to watch on TV but couldn't find anything interesting.

Fermin was supposed to be here a while ago but there was no sign. You looked at your phone to see if he had left a message but nothing. You had prepared lunch and had had to eat after it was getting late, surely the training had been delayed. He hadn't seen your message and he wasn't answering your calls either so you were starting to worry.

You weren't going to go to sleep until he came back or at least you would hear from him. So you sat on the couch watching something with your bowl of ice cream. Your thoughts were scattered, you couldn't stop thinking if something had happened but you didn't want to think negative. Sometimes it was delayed because the coach gave them an extra talk or they missed their schedule and stayed in training.

You turned your phone back on and immediately sent a new message but still no news. You let out an exhausted sigh again, throwing the controller away from you and eating more of your ice cream.

You didn't want to bother him so much, you were having a hard time and bothering him was the last thing you wanted to do if he was out of the house. Lately you had been focused on your studies and had left his relationship a little bit but you tried to wait for him in the evenings, make food or clean the house so he wouldn't have to worry about everything after training. You had to admit that you felt your relationship was a bit distant these days, you hadn't even seen enough of each other this week. The fights had been constant over the smallest things and you wanted to apologize for that, so now that you were free you had decided to prepare everything for Fermin and wait for him.

After a while, when you had finished all the ice cream in your bowl, you heard the sound of the door opening. Worried, you watched Fermin enter with his bag, but you sighed at the sound of him coming in all right.

"Hello" he greeted somewhat concerned to see you sitting there.

"Hi Fermin" you said with a smile.

"What are you doing awake?" he asked putting down his things. He seemed surprised to see you sitting there.

You raised your eyebrows in confusion.

"I was waiting for you" you mentioned. He nodded taking off his sweatshirt. "Was training late?" you wanted to know.

"No, it was normal" he said sitting down next to you.

You grimaced in confusion. "A lot of traffic?" you asked again.

"No" he denied simply.

"I made you dinner, I told you this morning that I would be home after school and that I would take care of everything" you told him sighing.

Fermin remained silent.

"I texted you, I even called you" you insisted ballasting the phone that was in your hand.

You had spent at least an hour and a half texting him with your heart in your mouth from the scare you were having.

"I took Gavi home and he invited me to dinner, sorry I forgot to tell you" he commented and your heart broke.

I forgot to warn you? You didn't mind him staying at Gavi's, but you had told him you were staying home today and had been working hard on his dinner. You would have liked to have gotten a message of his warning too, at least to go to bed early.

"Okay" you said getting up from the couch.

Clearly things between you were not right some time ago. I don't know why you had tried to do everything for Fermín, you should have talked about it before. You felt forgotten and offended, he seemed to show zero interest in spending time with you. In the morning you had tried to talk to him but you had to leave early for class and Fermín was still sleeping but you had made sure to let him know that you were in charge of dinner.

Almost on the verge of tears, you walked silently to the table. You put the dishes and the food together, putting everything away in its place. You were tired and wanted to go to bed as quickly as possible. You had come up a hard morning and your effort hadn't paid off at all, so you were overcome with this situation.

"Are you mad?" you heard him coming. You turned your back to him, washing what was left in the sink.

"No" you said slowly.

You weren't angry, you were disappointed. You were tired of this same situation, the pointless fights that went through you every day. So you didn't want to fall into the same thing.

"Yes you are" he snorted coming up behind you.

It seemed like Fermin was more mad at you than you were at him. why was he even mad? It was unfair. You had been the one who had been stood up after preparing a whole dinner for him.

"It's just that you could have at least texted, I could have gone to rest earlier" you tell him resting your hands on your waist as you finish.

"That's all you do!" he yells and his tone of voice catches you off guard. "If you're not sleeping, you're out of the house or studying - all day!" he raises his voice again.

His reproach freezes you. He's right, your last few days have been studying, going to class and going back to sleep in an endless loop. It was the end of the semester and you had exams, reports, group work, etc. You couldn't blame him, you also felt like you were giving up on the relationship but you also felt tired and needed to pass. Studying a demanding college degree was stressful and your days were getting harder and harder but you didn't give up.

"You get mad because I went out with the guys one night but you are never here, you don't even ask me how training went, you don't care about me at all" he says angrily and you look at him incredulously.

Of course you care about him. Of course you care about his training, but you can't neglect your studies either. You didn't see each other much and you kept different schedules, it was clear that it was hard to see each other and talk. But you always worried about him, you thought about if he was doing well and if he needed anything he would come for you.

"You think it's my damn fault I have a demanding career?" you say in the same way he does.

I wasn't going to put all the blame on you, not when he didn't seem to be there for you either. In the mornings you'd call him to have breakfast together but he'd say he'd stay in bed a while longer and you'd let him, since he used to train late. But when you tried to get close, he wouldn't seem to let you.

"I try to do the best I can every day, this week I was a little more free and I told you so, Fermin!" you reproached him in a shout.

You were a little upset and angry because of his attitude, not because of the recent situation. He wasn't the only one suffering, you were also stressed and felt you couldn't take it anymore. It's true, you had become strangers these last weeks but now you were trying to fix things and Fermin didn't even show up at the house.

"Don't blame me for everything!" you squeak out.

You want to get away from him, walk to the bedroom and go to sleep. You know that if you keep fighting this will have another ending and you're not at your best time to argue. You were already exhausted enough to listen to his reproaches.

"You know what it takes to be on the first team, it's my dream and you don't care!" he yells when you try to pull away. "I needed you to be there for me but you do nothing but sit between your books and you don't even remember the games!"

Your heart breaks when you hear him. You had forgotten about watching his first team games and now you felt worse than before. But he was being unfair. You were proud of Fermin, you always had been. You were so supportive of his dream and with your schedule you hadn't been able to be there for him as much. Playing in the first team was important to Fermín and you knew he had worked hard but it wasn't all about him. It was a fifty-fifty relationship.

"Did you even ask how I did on my final exams?" you snatch. "You weren't interested either and it's important to me too, Fermin!" you shout back with tear-filled eyes.

You are angry, sad and disappointed. With you and with Fermín. You have both hurt each other with your words and your distancing. It's both your fault, you can admit it. And you want to do everything to recover your relationship, you even prepared a delicious dinner for him, you wait for him until late hours and now you are the one who cries.

Fermin sighs with his hands on his head. He won't say anything else. He always does when you argue. Arguments had become more frequent in your relationship and even the slightest thing was the trigger for a fight. You were tired of it, you were tired of putting up with it.

"Can't you if you want be happy for me?" he says after a silence. "You always put yourself first, this started because of you and it won't end because of you" his words stab like daggers in your chest.

"You started it!" you scream but sigh calming yourself down. "It's always going to be my fault, isn't it?" your voice drops in pitch and you force yourself to calm this down.

You can't believe it but continuing to add fuel to his fire is not the solution. He's angry and he won't change his mind until one of you gives in and you're willing to be that person. You love him. You've always wanted the best for him, but that doesn't mean you're giving up on yourself.

"You're not the victim!" she insists again and you lower your arms in surrender.

"I'm sorry, okay?" you say sincerely trying to calm things down. "It's been a rough few days for both of us, we don't have to do this."

He lets out a snort. He sighs and you can see his hard stare shatter like glass. He shakes his head from side to side, thinking. You want to speak but the words don't come out of your mouth, you're both at a loss. You're scared of what he's thinking, because you know him so well you know the next thing he says could be as good or as bad.

"I think we'd better take some time."

His words are enough to overwhelm what little was left healthy in your heart. Your eyes leak endless tears and you want to refuse, to take him in your arms and hug him but you're hurt and you can't respond. You are paralyzed. You stand there as you watch him dodge you to enter the room, watch him take his things. You walk slowly to the door and lean against it.

"Fermin" you whisper in pain. "No..." you ask sobbing.

Maybe he's exaggerating, you want to think. But it seems very real. His mind seemed made up, he was very confident putting his bag together. You walk up to him and try to grab his things and take them out of the bag but Fermin stops you, wrapping his hands gently around your hands. Your eyes say 'what are you doing' But Fermin's eyes say nothing in response.

"We're hurting each other, y/n, we can't go on like this" he says looking at you. You deny in tears. "Look at you, look at me."

You're a mess and as much as he looks whole, you know he's broken just like you. Deep down you know he's right but you keep refusing, you can't let go.

"We can fix it..." you try to say but he interrupts you.

"I know, Y/n" he drops everything and comes so close to you. "But we need it, we both need time, we each have to make a decision" his hands wrap around your face full of tears and pain.

You keep shaking your head, you don't need time. You just need to rest but not from Fermín. You love him, you have a relationship of four years and you don't want it all to end because of a damn fight. It's not just that though and you know it. You saw the pain in his eyes, Fermin was suffering. You didn't want to give in to this thing you two had, you couldn't. But both he and you, you knew perfectly well that this was for the best.

"It will only be until this gets better" he says caressing you.

"And if it doesn't get better?" you ask trembling. "Will we give up everything we have?" you say again.

He doesn't respond and that makes you swallow saliva that feels like poison in your system. Instead, his lips kiss your forehead softly and you feel your whole body go numb. You wrap his waist around your waist and hug yourself tightly to him. His warmth invades you and you let yourself be carried away in the feeling of his last embrace.

Your heart bleeds, your mind is drifting, you don't want to let him go but you have to.

"I love you, baby" he whispers in your ear.

"Come back to me, Fermin" you ask sobbing. Your boyfriend smiles at you and caresses your back one last time.

You feel your soul leave your body the very moment his arms let go of you, you stand there empty, your heart shattered. You see him take his things and he says goodbye with a last smile. A smile that hits you like an arrow in the chest, leaving you breathless as you watch his back disappear from his home. The home you had created and loved, now felt like a cold, empty apartment.

I can't bear to see him go but there is no choice. He asked you for time and you know you need it too. You both have neglected this relationship and neither of you are to blame, that's just the way it is. That's life, sometimes you get apples and sometimes you get stones. You get to your bed and fall into it with the memories of all the nights you slept together, his scent is still intact in your nose, in the sheets, in the air. You cry again and this time you let it all out.

You don't know how you will go on after this but at least you have to try, you need to think, you need time, you need to find yourself.

You need to find yourself in that relationship and in Fermin, you trust you. So time will tell.

At the end of the day, if there's one thing time can do, it's heal, right?

At least you pray so because you're not ready to let him go, you love him enough to end this.

'Comeback to me, please' you beg in your head wishing he would come back to you as soon as possible and that this was all a dream.

(...)

You stand in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection as tears slide down your cheeks. The echo of his words echo in your mind: "I need time". Each word weighs like a burden on your heart, and you feel sadness envelop you like a shadow.

You try to remember the exact moment when everything changed but the reasons fade away in tears and lost whispers. The photographs on the wall look back at you, capturing moments that now seem far away. Every corner of your room seems to contain the echo of her laughter, but now everything is shrouded in bitter silence.

After a few weeks, you had finally been able to get out of bed today. You hadn't even touched your college stuff, your friends used to bring you your notes and then you went back to bed. You hadn't seen Fermin since then, all his stuff was still here and you were beginning to wonder if he would ever come for it or just leave it there. You had had too much time to think and your decision remained the same, you loved Fermin and you didn't need more time. But you respected his decision and tried to stay out of it, you hadn't called him, you hadn't texted him. He seemed to be fine, now he was playing games with the first team, scoring goals, assists and playing very well. You were proud and still supported him from the couch at home, you hadn't told anyone about his "break up" you didn't even know if you had really broken up but it felt like one.

The phone remains in your hands, tempting you to dial its number but you stop yourself. You wonder if time will really heal the wounds or if it will only prolong the agony. As the nights grow longer, you sink into a sea of memories that seem to fade like a dream upon awakening.

Tears fall with the same intensity as broken promises and you cling to the hope that someday time will give you back the peace it took from you today. In the midst of sadness, you face the difficult task of letting go, even though every step seems like an abyss in your soul. But you have to move on, now that you are back to classes your mind will be occupied with other things and you will be able to recover. At least you hope so but everything has been harder since Fermin left and every time you remember something about him, you want to cry. But you kept forcing yourself to stay strong.

You grabbed your things, finishing getting ready. You texted your friend that you were leaving on a trip to look for her and you saw that the sky was dark gray, it was sure to rain at any moment, so you had to hurry to get to class before the rain.

The gray sky loomed over the city as you drove through the streets, drops began to fall from the sky in small amounts but as you kept going you could see the roads getting wet. The drops hit the windshield and visibility was reduced, making every turn a challenge. The rain was falling heavily, turning the streets into mirrors reflecting the lights of the city. You were concentrating on the steering wheel, fighting blurred vision. As you rounded a curve, the left wheel slipped in a puddle, and control of the car vanished in an instant, you did your best to regain control but in vain. The metallic sound of the crash echoed as your car crashed into the guardrail.

The impact left you dazed, adding to the shock of the accident, the smell of dampness and gasoline filled the air. When you opened your eyes, you noticed the tinkling of rain on the roof of your vehicle. The car had gone flying into the guardrail off the road but at least it hadn't rolled. Your heart was pounding and your pulse was trembling, you sighed trying to calm your shock. You were fine, it had only been a minor accident.

Your left leg hurt intensely but when you checked yourself, you noticed that the injuries seemed to be limited to minor cuts. However, the difficulty in moving your leg indicated deeper damage so you left it still.

You saw a group of people approach you and ask you if you were okay, they quickly assisted you and called the ambulance. Soon, the flashing red lights of an ambulance became visible in the rain. The paramedics carefully helped you out after they made a quick examination of what had happened, placing you on the stretcher as the water continued to fall mercilessly. The siren echoed in the night as they sped to the hospital, the lights of the city flickering in the fogged glass of the ambulance.

Entering the hospital was a whirlwind of bright lights, rushing voices and the steady murmur of rain. It was all right, you still wanted to call someone and as soon as you were asked for the number of a relative, you thought of Fermin. Normally he was the one you called when you had problems or needed something but now he wasn't feeling well, you didn't want to bother him, so you opted to tell your mother. Still dazed, you were taken to a room where the smell of disinfectant mingled with the dampness of your wet clothes. The doctors checked your wounds, confirmed the fracture in your leg and ordered rest. You never stopped thinking about Fermin at any moment, even when your mother was with you holding you back, you wanted him to be there too, he always was. And it didn't add up that your mother kept asking about him while you blatantly lied that he was busy with training.

They decided to keep you in the hospital for a day to check that everything was normal. They did the corresponding tests, prescribed medication for your bruises and pain. So now you were waiting for your mother who was supposed to bring food. You were lying down still thinking about the shock you had gone through when you heard the door, opened your eyes and found the figure of the boy who stole your sighs.

"Y/n" he sobbed running to you. He wrapped his arms around you completely, your senses responded to him immediately. Your heart raced and the pain in your body was gone, it was like pure magic.

A tear ran down your cheek as you felt his touch again, so delicate, so warm, so familiar as you remembered. You had missed him so much.

"It's my fault, i'm so sorry" he whispered still squeezing you. "I should never have left you, i was an idiot" he said chastising himself.

"No, Fermin" you said enjoying his embrace. "It's nobody's fault, it was an accident" you tell him trying to calm him down.

His eyes were red, probably because he had cried on the way to the hospital. His face was sad and worried, his grip touched you as if he had needed you all this time.

"I was so scared, I thought something had happened to you.... I-I" you cut him off.

"It's all right, i didn't mean to upset you" you smiled a little.

Your heart was happy to see him back, you missed so much his voice, his skin, his affection, everything. But you didn't want to give yourself false illusions so you kept on the sidelines. Everything had happened too fast, you were not over him and life had taught you a lesson. So you lived every moment as unique and tried to smile in spite of everything, you were safe and sound.

"You don't bother me, quite the contrary" he said kissing your forehead. "I'm glad to know that everything is fine, that you are well" he caresses your head and you nod.

"Mom called you?" you asked shyly. He nodded.

Did he tell her that you...? You wanted to ask but you felt shy under his deep gaze.

You had never been shy with Fermin but everything had changed. You felt ashamed of what had happened, the fights, the separation and now the accident. You didn't know how to react, so much had happened in such a short time. You wanted to be happy to have him back but you didn't know if he was going to stay and that truth hurt.

"I'll stay the night with you, is that okay? I told your mom she could go rest, I'll take care of you" he asked now, sounding friendly.

"Sure, of course" you whispered with a smile.

There was an overwhelming silence, the two of you stared at each other for a few seconds until Fermin lets out a big sigh that surprises you.

"I'm really sorry, Y/n" he says in shock. "I was an idiot, I don't know why I pushed you away" he continues.

You want to say things too but you let him do the talking first, you are afraid that now he will ask you for a definitive separation and you don't want to get hurt again. Things between you have changed and you feel that you are no longer the same but deep down you still love each other unconditionally as before. At least you feel that way and you have no doubt about it.

"I thought you didn't care anymore, you were into something else, I even thought you didn't love me anymore" he sits on the space left over on the bed and grips your hands deliriously. "I neglected you, i distrusted you and i hurt you" his eyes fill with tears.

Your chest hurts but not by accident but because of all the feelings that bloom from it. Your tears don't take long to come at the sight of him like this, shattered in you.

"I was selfish, i wanted time because i thought you felt different things too but you didn't. I love you so much, i don't want to be without you" his hands squeeze yours with every word and he makes you feel at home.

"Don't blame yourself, Fermin" you reply caressing his cheek. "It was both of us, i also distance and neglected you, we were both estranged".

"No, you didn't give up" he sobs. "I hurt you, i asked you for us to walk away, you wanted to fight for us, for me" he says disappointed.

You shake your head. Deep down you knew he wanted to fight too but you saw going through a bad time and maybe it was right. No one knows what is right or wrong, he had the right to ask for his time and you had the right to respect him.

"I thought every night about you, i wanted to call you, i wanted to see you, i wanted to touch you but i didn't deserve it, i hurt you" again his tears wrap his cheeks but you take care to wipe them away so his beautiful face doesn't get splashed with them.

You want to jump with happiness, hug him, kiss him, shout how much you love him, you want to go home with Fermin and go back to the way you were before. Your love for him is still intact deep in your heart, Fermin knows it and feels the same. You were made for each other, with all the good and the bad.

"I'm really sorry, love" he apologizes for the third time. You smile towards him with nothing more to say.

"Stop talking and kiss me" you ask desperate to feel his lips on yours again.

Fermin smiles and fulfills your wish, kissing you softly as if for the first time. It feels warm, tender and delicate, his sweet lips caress you gently and you let yourself go from the feeling of bliss. There are no words for the moment, you just enjoy his gentle kiss.

"When your mom called me and told me what had happened I was so scared, Y/n. I thought i was losing you and i couldn't let that happen" his hands take your face and pulls you closer to him.

Butterflies flutter in your belly like the first time, his hands sweat and your pulse quickens as you feel so close to him. You can't even think how much you miss having Fermin, touching him, feeling him, smelling him.

"I love you so much" he whispers. "I don't want time or space, i don't want to have you far away, i want to be with you, i want to fight for us, i want to have you and take care of you. I want to comeback to you" he says with his forehead on yours.

The feelings you have for Fermin bloom like flowers in spring, they had never faded, you felt every word like band-aids in your heart, his touch is like a pain reliever, his eyes on you are like the light of the sun itself. You are spellbound, you love him so much you can't help but smile.

"I'm so sorry, i love no one but you. I'm in love with you, every part of you, y/n" he says caressing you. "I regret what o said that night, i should never have doubted us, i'm not giving up on you ever again."

'I want to come back to you' the words he used seconds ago echo in your mind like an echo, you had used the same words the night it all ended.

'Come back to me, Fermin' you said through tears begging for him to come back that night. And he did. And that makes you immensely happy.

Your foreheads stay glued together for a few seconds as you pull apart from your kiss, your cheeks rosy, your eyes shining, your smiles contagious. He helps you settle in, just enough to make room beside you and leans against you. Your head rests on his chest and there is no pain, no sadness whatsoever. You are at peace, surrounded by what you love most, ready to recover and go home tomorrow.

Over the weeks, the pain lessened but the bond between you grew stronger. Since Fermin came home, everything had been better. He took it upon himself to take care of you every moment, to help you with your chores, to do things around the house, to pamper you and take care of you.

Together, you celebrated small triumphs in this new chapter: the first walk outdoors, the shared laughter during a movie and the simple moments that became significant.

When the day finally came that you were able to return to your normal life, you did so with a renewed appreciation for the beauty of routine and the value of unconditional support. Your "parting" not only marked a challenging chapter but also wove a narrative of resilience and love that would endure long after the traces of the moment faded. You were back to your old selves, only this time you supported each other no matter what. You trusted, you talked, you learned, you endured.

You were willing to find new ways to connect, to love and support each other. To build new memories that would last in their memories for the rest of their lives. The daily routine was transformed into a ballet of love and patience.

#football imagines #imagine #football one shot #fc barcelona #fermin lopez x you #fermin lopez x reader #fermin lopez

[r0-boat]

What if Larry had a housewife S/O who made really nice bento-style lunches for him??

Larry with the housewife that makes him lunch.

Sfw larry headcannons

Larry x fem!reader.

The fastest way to his heart, not going to lie. The first time you made him lunch, he was a little surprised that you went through all the trouble to make him something, but honestly, he doesn't mind. It beats starving until going to the Eatery. Especially because today had been extra hard on him, he would want nothing more than to see what you've made.

With the Box sitting in front of him do you remember is vaguely that you told him that you weren't the best cook Larry wasn't exactly a picky eater but he did wonder what kind of food you packed in this box maybe simple sandwiches? Bento boxes are a hot thing in Johto and Sinnoh, So perhaps a meal from those regions? Larry couldn't hardly wait anymore neither can his stomach just thinking about the kind of food you pack for him was making him hungry. Has he opened the box his mouth open slightly blinking twice not the best cook of his ass... this look like it took hours to make!

That rice with seaweed has a Starly's face on it?? With sandwiches with juicy chicken breaded that looked like it was cooked to perfection nice and golden brown with Crispy lettuce and melted the bun was toasted. With would you look at that not only you recreated his favorite meal to order at the Eatery but by the smell it looked like it had some kind of filling... boy he can't eat this he just feel bad ruining such artwork no matter how hungry he was.

"Oh Shit." He heard a familiar voice as Rika just so happened to pass by stealing a glance at her coworkers lunch. Stopping dead in her tracks before pulling up a chair to bother him during his lunch. Larry was one of the most disinteresting normal routinely person she knew. If something changed about Larry's everyday life even if it was minor. Something must have happened, and Rika was ready to know every single juicy detail she might have missed. And it didn't stop at just her soon enough she called Hassle over as soon as her brain clicked that Larry might have a special someone, then Geeta seeing her co-workers gathered around their financial advisor wanted to know what was up, when Rika whispered the news the Top Champion had to cover her mouth to hide her big smile. Then Poppy who was with Geeta was already asking a million questions about this Secret love interest.

Poor Larry who just wanted to he does lunch already felt a migraine coming... why was everybody so interested in what he was doing outside of work? He just saw Hassel get up to grab a tissue to wipe his tears?? As his coworkers watched as Larry opens up another half of the Box a note slips out from the bento.

When he opens the note Rika leaned over his shoulder to read. It was just a small piece of paper telling him to have a good day and that you loved him and to please enjoy all the hard work she made only for him. Larry closed the paper almost as soon as he opened it a slight blush appearing on his face which was the most emotion Rita has ever seen him with. The receptionist smirked "Oh? How sweet~ Gonna bring her here one day and have us meet her, yeah?"

After the crowd of his gawking finally left him alone too enjoy his lunch. He let out a sigh as he thoroughly enjoys every bite of your delicious cooking with a small smile. Larry was truly in love not only taking time out of your day to prepare something like this for him but how talented you were at cooking. Regrettably, he hadn't taken a photo of the cute neatly packed bento box before he started digging in, which he'll make sure not to forget in the future.

When he returns home from work, the first thing he does is thank you for the food and kisses you. (If he hasn't done that already)

Larry does hope you continue making delicious lunches for him though he would never Force you or tell you especially because you put so much love and work into each box you make for him.

If Larry was a good cook he would make dinner for you but he'll just stick to taking you out to places that you like has proper thank you then whatever Bland, tasteless food he makes.

#pokemon larry x reader #larry elite four #larry pokemon #elite 4 larry #larry x reader #pokemon larry #Pokemon x reader #pokemon scarlet and violet x reader #pokemon scarvi #pokemon scarlet and violet #Hc: larry doesn't use seasoning for any of his food he cooks

[royallyprincesslilly]

Cautionary Tale on Carbon Monoxide

So, for the last 2 weeks or so my smoke alarm/carbon monoxide alarm has been beeping sporadically. I paid it no mind because there was no smoke, nothing was burning and I did not think it could be anything else. I assumed the alarm or batteries were going bad because they had been here forever ago.

So, we changed the batteries and bought a new alarm, and installed them through the house a week ago. The beeping stopped. However, a few days ago while I was cooking the beeping came back. Again, no smoke in the home and nothing was burning. We are searching trying to figure out why it keeps going off.

I constantly have my essential oil diffuser plugged in and running so some searches came back saying certain essential oils might set off the alarm if strong enough and my 16-year-old has been fear rubbing herself with Citronella essential oils(repellent for mosquitoes) because whenever the door opened these new breed mosquitos fly in and she is terrified if her face and body looking like a swollen pepperoni pizza🙄😂. (The concerns of a 16-year-old who was looking out for her upcoming first day of school face card status lmao)

Finally, after some YT videos and Google searches, we began to suspect it was beeping because of carbon monoxide. So we hurry and get out of the house, food still on the stove half cooked, and wait for the gas/electric company to come to investigate and fix the problem.

When the tech comes he walks inside the house and instantly the machine he carried to check the PPM set off a reading of 41. This level is highly dangerous and prolonged exposure can result in health risks and possibly death.😳

He continued to walk through the house and found pockets in the house where the PPM was 38-41(still dangerous). He goes into the kitchen and instantly says, I see your problem. He goes to the stove and points to my favorite, can't live without have used almost every time I cook 11" Copper Chef casserole pot and says this is the culprit.

Apparently, the size of the pot covers my entire burner so there is no ventilation happening under the pot which is bad. He then points to another favorite pot on the back burner and says this one is also bad because of the size of the pot. He turned on the fire under the Copper Chef pot and instantly his machine went up to 144 PPM😳.

I was appalled. He asked about how we all were feeling and asked who the cook in the house was and of course it was me✋🏽. I felt fine. I usually always have headaches and feel tired, he said I could be suffering from long-term carbon monoxide exposure and should go to the hospital to be sure.

To make this longer story just plain ol' long, I say all of this to caution you guys on pot sizes for your gas stove burners and to say it could be the things/ways you least expect.

Tips from the gas/electric company tech

-Make sure your pot is not bigger/wider than your burner flames.

-Turn on your overhead vent or open your kitchen windows when cooking for either or both of these: 1) If your pots are bigger than the burner flames or 2) To take an extra level of safety.

-If you are using bigger pots try to open closet doors throughout your home because the carbon monoxide can creep into the closed closet and remain there for hours.

-In your gas using ovens do not have any liners or protectors(the ones you put down to prevent spills or drips as you bake) on the bottom of the oven if they come anywhere near the two ventilation slits in the oven(where the flames/heat rises).

-If you have done all of the above and constantly feel lightheaded, dizzy, persistent headaches, fatigue, sleepiness, be safe and just get it checked out in the ER or Urgent Care.

Be safe out there y'all. Carbon Monoxide is known as a silent killer.

#PSA #carbon monoxide #cautionary tale #the more you know #Psa: carbon monoxide

[ameagrice]

Capsize

chapter thirty-one | bad idea, right?

the battle of the labyrinth

percy jackson x fem reader

“Talk. Just talk. I know you can do it,” you said quietly. You grit your teeth together, lips pressed so firmly they almost hurt, smiling with irritance. You leaned in close to the hippie mummy chilling in the attic, trying not to pay too much attention to the musty smell up this close. “Look, we don’t want any surprises this year. Just tell me what I’ve got coming my way and I’ll leave you alone.”

The Oracle was motionless, sitting stiffly, as if you hadn’t breathed down her neck for the last thirty minutes interrogating.

You moved back, gesturing to her. The sheer disbelief you felt was unmatched. “I don’t believe this. I don’t believe you. So, what, you just tell me shit I don’t want to hear when I don’t need it but when I steal over a thousand dollars, what? Nothing?”

Not even a twitch.

You scoffed, and dropped the old tea towel on the floor. You had found it in a cupboard, when rifling through them this morning in search of a good weapon. You didn’t have the energy to go make a sword in the armory, and maybe a relic from the past could give you some luck. Some heroes had done well on their quests once upon a time and had to have left something behind, right? Upon a lack of weapon-finding, you eyed the figure at your shoulder, and had a thought.

A half hour later, you were just angrier than you started.

You turned back to the oracle, pointing your finger firmly in her direction. “You’re a joke. I hope you know that. I could get more information from a rock.“

Huffing, you set off down the narrow staircase and all the way back down to the main room. Chiron and Mr. D were doing some sort of nattering over a game at the small table when you came strolling through, hoping to avoid conversation.

Because, jeez, you’d just turned fifteen. You barely wanted to talk to anyone these days. Your cabin counselor had explained to you—in the midst of an emotional outburst—that it was just hormones. You angrily told her she could shove her hormones up her ass.

“Find anything useful?” Chiron spoke briefly.

“I could make a rock bleed before that thing told me anything. Why is nothing going my way?!”

And for goodness sake, was the sun extra burny today or were you just burning for the fun of it? It felt like your skin was peeling off, and the urge to dunk yourself in the lake grew more appealing by the second. Percy’s birthday was only days away, yours having passed exactly a month prior to his, on July 27th.

Your shorts chafed, making that irritating sound and the sweat under your arms that your shirt absorbed made the want to scream grow by the millisecond. Feeling your sock sliding down in your shoe was the last straw.

Out on the porch, Travis ripped up pieces of grass and littered them. At your appearance, he went to swing his arm around your shoulders.

“Don’t touch me!”

And, god love him, Travis didn’t.

He just laughed. “Calm down! You look—”

You turned to him with a tight jaw. Over the past months, Travis had reached a height you couldn’t believe, nearing 5’11. He let his hair grow out into a curly mass of soft chocolate.

He swallowed back what is what he was just about to say.

“I’m sweating,” you seethed. “It’s too hot. And my sock—is—falling,” you ripped your shoe off, yanking your sock up, “down.”

Sweaty shoe in hand, you turned and stormed off. Halfway down the hill, the other shoe came off, and the feel of them tapping against your thigh, held by the laces, was going to send you over the edge.

Travis blinked. His hands, freckled and golden, hovered unsurely.

“Hey—wait for me!” He called.

Briefly, his footsteps grew louder until the boy walked at your side—or, rather, paced. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?” Since your outburst after the quest in the winter, Travis had made it clear that he was there if you wanted to talk, and had on multiple occasions coaxed you into talking the problems out. It was like your current anger didn’t matter to him, or how easily upset you were lately. Your stomach had been killing for days, today worst of all. You knew what was on its way. On and off for years you’d gotten used to growing in all the ways all girls unfortunately had to. You just wished everything would stop and slow down.

“We have archery this afternoon,” Travis tried cautiously. You hummed. “If that’s something you’re up for.”

“I’m up for throwing myself into the lake,” you retorted. As you grew closer to it, it looked even more appealing.

“Right. Yeah. If that’ll make you feel better—”

“Travis, just, stop!” Your hands flew around so violently you almost hit yourself with your shoes. Travis’s concern made your heart swell, but the extra attention made you feel uneasy. “Please just—I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Okay? I’m just hot and sweaty and oh my god I smell of sweat and I’m starving and—”

Yeah. It was time for a detour.

“I’m going back to the cabin.”

Long story short, by dinner time, you’d calmed down somewhat. A cold shower, a frustrated cry, and a laugh with Annabeth about frying pans, and everything was right again.

Being a girl was exhausting.

The next week, you were heading into Manhattan to check out a new school, with Percy.

“Bro,” Percy called down from the fire escape. You grinned up at him. “Mom wants to know if you want stuffed crust or normal.”

“Is both an option?”

“You read my mind.”

The Jackson apartment in Manhattan sat in a relatively peaceful street. The occasional car horn, a few loud talkers on the street below. Sally Jackson braided your hair. Percy ate a slice of your pizza. And you nearly wrestled one another down the staircase the next morning, but you made it to the car in one place, backpacks at the ready for a new year.

A better year.

Just a trial day, at Paul Blofis’s school. If it went well, and you wanted to go back to traditional schooling, Sally had made it clear you were more than welcome to go with them. To stay with them.

“You’re always welcome here,” she placed a hot chocolate down in front of you, the night before. Her eyes were soft. I understand, they said. I’ve felt it, too.

For once, you could breathe. A smile, a relieved nod. “I know.”

Months from that moment, you’ll sit at a polished dining table, lighting Finney’s birthday candles. There will be ice cream and sunshine, and an innate nervousness that disappears. Rachel will hold his other hand, and Percy Jackson, freshly sixteen, will smile at you, and everything will be right in the world.

But now—

Sally Jackson tapped her fingers on the wheel. She wore a pretty blue dress (which you’d helped her pick out) and heels, ready for a job interview.

Percy, in the passenger seat, looked a little troubled. You watched his dark brows knit together. “You haven’t told Paul about me, have you?”

Sally paused. “I thought we should wait until after orientation.”

“So we don’t scare him off.”

“It’ll be fine, Percy.” She reached across for his cheek, affectionately patting him. Percy rolled his eyes. “It’s just orientation. And after that, the two of you are going for ice cream, right?”

“Too damn right.”

Percy’s cheeks flamed pink. You grinned wickedly, relishing in his discomfort.

Sally smiled, looking at you in the rear view mirror for a second. “And then tomorrow, you’ll be back in camp.”

It wasn’t as if Percy despised camp, but it was obvious he much preferred to be home. The last week at their house, you’d felt that way, too. Sally Jackson had created a warm, comforting environment for her son, and in welcoming you to their mix, had treated you just like she would a daughter, not just her son’s friend.

Fifteen—a funny age for all.

You’d witnessed Percy’s growth, too. His hair had only grown messier, and thicker (Sally had to beg him for a hair cut). His voice had deepened a little more, and he’d grown about six inches (you measured before you left camp). Almost unfairly, his eyelashes even seemed to get longer, and his eyes remained the prettiest shade of blue-green you ever did see.

Sally stopped just outside the school, red-bricked and tall, facing the morning sun. Already, at this hour, it buzzed with life.

Percy got out of the car.

You got out of the car.

Sally drove away.

And you made eye contact with something that made your skin crawl.

Your shoulders sagged. “Already?!”

“You saw it too?”

“Yup.”

Percy heaved a great sigh. “Fantastic.”

“Come on,” you grabbed his arm. “Let’s just go and have a good day while we can.”

Your friend side-eyed you curiously. “You’re…strangely optimistic this morning.”

Yeah. Because the worst part of the month was finally over.

You smiled cheerfully, practically skipping up the steps. “That’s because it’s sunny and it’s good and it’s going to be a good day.”

Your friend gave a solid salute, earning himself a smack on the arm and a smile. Shaking off the bad feeling, up the steps you went. Percy abruptly stopped and pulled on your arm, a terrified look on his face.

“Oh, come on, now—”

“How about we find a side entrance?” He flailed, cheeks flaming bright strawberry. You frowned.

“Percy, what?”

Wrist in his hand, Percy’s strong grip pulled you along, round the side of the building and through an open door, where two cheerleaders were waiting, in purple and white uniforms.

“Hi!” They blinded with their bright smiles simultaneously. Percy gawped like a fish. You elbowed him in the ribs. The one on the left, tall, pretty, African American with curly hair, the one on the right, also tall, pretty, with the blonde ponytail. You scanned them quickly over with your eyes, feeling uneasy still, but tried to pass it off as first day jitters.

“Welcome to Goode High School,” the blonde said. “You’re going to love it.”

Ooooooh. Alarm bells began to ring.

It could have been her attitude. It might have been their intimidating demeanour. But most of all, it was the smell of washed horses. The smell of the camp stables. Unless these girls had come fresh from a riding lesson in Manhattan (which you highly doubted—you’d already tried to get one) they should not have smelled as such.

“What are your names, de—freshmen?” The curly-haired girl stepped so close you thought she was going to push you down the stairs.

“Uh, I’m Percy.”

The blonde giggled. It sent a shiver down your spine. “Oh, Percy Jackson, have we been waiting for you!”

Yeah. Time to go.

“Code red,” you hissed, turning and looking around shortly to make it discreet. “Code red!”

Percy didn’t move. They turned on you.

“You look familiar!” The blonde girl smiled. “I think I’ve met your mother.”

Laughing awkwardly, you shot a finger gun anxiously her way. “See... No. You definitely haven’t. But anyway, we should be going now, right, Percy?”

You watched his hand pull out his sword in pen-form from the pocket of his jeans, stepping back slightly from the cheerleaders. It was at this moment, Paul Blofis made an appearance, saving the day.

“Hey, guys!” He smiled, bounding up the steps behind you. In his teacher’s shirt and pants, tie done smartly, he was the epitome of welcoming. That kind smile, those warm, shining eyes, said it all. Percy was a lucky guy to have a man like Paul around, even if he’d been seeing Sally for only a few months. “Good to see you’re both here! Why don’t you go on in and we’ll figure out where to go first?”

In his rush to move past the cheerleaders (you’d taken the slow-breaths-and-calm-movement approach), Percy pushed past the blonde cheerleader. Her paper name tag, so loosely stuck on her shirt, floated to the ground: Tammi. Percy’s knee struck her calf, and—

CLANG. The sound of pure metal.

All you wanted was a simple life.

“Ow,” she murmured. “Watch it, fish.”

You murmured an Australian-sounding ‘ah, shi—’ when Paul Blofis popped up beside you. He clapped his hands together, kind eyes going from you to your friend.

“Welcome to Goode! Everything alright, guys? Percy, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Before said boy could stutter his way into trouble, you raised a hand and gently slapped his cheek, playfully. Paul grinned.

“He’s just nervous,” you explained. Paul ‘ah’d, and clapped Percy on the back.

“I get that, but don’t worry. We get a lot of kids here with ADHD and dyslexia. The teachers know how to help.”

Percy nodded his head, shaking his too-long hair.

“So, where to first?” Asked Paul.

“Could we check out the literature stuff? I kind of wanna go there. What do you think?”

Percy’s red face had reappeared.

You shook your head, pulled a face. “Dude, what’s going on?”

“Where’s the fun stuff? Like, the gym?” He rambled quickly.

Following his line of sight, standing down the hall by the main doors, was a skinny, wild-haired girl.

You gasped like you’d never done so before, so loud it scratched your throat. But the shock was very real. You felt your jaw drop.

Rachel. Elizabeth. Dare.

Percy yanked on your wrist so firmly the gasp cut off violently, yanking you down the hall in a run.

“The day just gets worse!” You exclaimed. “First, monsters. And now her!”

“Just—forget she’s here!”

“Forget about it?! She’ll be looking for us, no doubt!”

During your excursions last season, you’d ran into Rachel Elizabeth Dare purely by coincidence, a mortal with the Sight. Instantly you hated her and her over-exaggerated passion for the arts. And, more importantly, you hated her obvious crush on Percy. It wasn’t one-sided, however—she’d made it pretty obvious that she hated you, too. So it was equal. And you didn’t feel bad.

Barrelling into the gym, you pulled Percy to a stop.

“All I want,” you breathed, “is a normal life. That means one without Rachel Dare or monsters at every corner.”

Percy blew his fringe away from his eyes. “You and me both,” he panted.

Banners hung on every breezeblock wall of the gym, and little groups of teens clumped here and there. A marching band stopped playing abruptly. A hand fell to your shoulder; on the defence, you shoved yourself away quickly. The girl’s hand fell.

“What are you doing here?” She stropped.

“What does it look like, Ronald—”

“Hey!” Percy cut in, smiling with his teeth clenched. “Rachel Elizabeth Dare!”

Her jaw dropped, green eyes moving from you to Percy and back again. “You’re Percy…somebody. I didn’t get your full name last year when you, oh, you know, tried to kill me.”

“The only attempt on your life was those jeans—”

“Ohhh-kay,” Percy pushed you aside. “What are you doing here, Rachel?”

She took a breath, gestured to the hall. “Same as you, I guess. Orientation.”

“You live here? In New York?”

She pulled a face. “You thought I lived at the Dam?”

“Wouldn’t surprise me.”

Percy practically tweaked on the spot. He slowly turned his head and made a sudden move of bugging his eyes to you, a gesture to say shut up, man.

Amidst the talking, you hadn’t noticed the groups of people get together to stand with the three of you near the bleachers. Somebody behind you hissed a ‘shh’.

So you did it right back.

“The cheerleaders are talking!” He defended. “Shut up!”

“Oh, big whoop!”

“Dude, for once, I’m begging you, now is not the time.”

“Tell that to Ronald McDonald.”

“Hi, guys!” A bubbly cheer came from the front centre hall. The blonde cheerleader, Tammi, smiled a pearly white flash. “I’m Tammi, and this is, like, Kelli.” In a flurry of perfect timing, Kelli did a one-handed cartwheel.

You weren’t jealous, or anything.

Behind you, Rachel yelped. You wondered just weirder this girl could get.

Until she suddenly said, “Run.”

And you figured now was as good a time as any to follow her direction, when Tammi looked you dead in the eye.

“Why?” Percy called, dumbly.

“Y’know, just this once I’m gonna follow Ronald.”

Rachel pushed her way to the front with Percy and yourself following close behind. Tammi and Kelli were halfway through explaining how the school was going to form small groups and tour different parts of the building.

In a music room down the quiet hall, devoid of any other students, you found Rachel crouching behind a giant drum set.

“Hey, this is nice—!”

Rachel yanked on your shirt sleeve and hissed, “Idiot! Get down! Did they see you?”

You eyed her hand on your sleeve. “This is Wet Seal—”

“I don’t think so,” Percy gasped for breath like a fish out of water. “What are they? Did you see?”

For the first time, you settled down and listened to what Rachel had to say. Her eyes were bright with caution—afraid to say out loud what might sound crazy to the wrong people. But you and Percy were the right people.

“You…wouldn’t believe me.”

“Believe us, there’s nothing we haven’t seen. You can see through the Mist.”

“The what?”

“Mist. It’s like a veil between our world and the normal. Except for those among us like us, the veil blends out. You can see through it.”

Something like recognition flashed through Rachel’s eyes. “At Hoover Dam,” she breathed slowly. “You called me a mortal. Like…you’re not. You see through the Mist. You saw through the Mist. Tell me. You know what it means! Tell me why I see all these horrible things.”

Empathy did not come alongside your viewings of Rachel Elizabeth Dare. This time, for the first and only time, you accepted it.

“You’re not crazy. You don’t need meds. You’re definitely not schizophrenic. D’you know anything about the Greek myths?”

“Like the Minotaur? And the Sirens?”

Percy nodded. The screech of a shoe on polished floor came from a way down the hall. “Yeah. Just try not to say those names when we’re around.”

“And the Furies, and the Hydra—!”

Percy hushed her amusedly. “Yeah, yeah! Okay. All those monsters, the Greek gods, they’re real.”

“I knew it!” She shrieked. “You don’t know how hard it’s been!”

“Try us.”

“For years I thought I was going crazy, I couldn’t tell anyone. They’d send me to some wilderness school somewhere.”

You couldn’t help the embarrassed giggle. “Yeah. You were right there. That place ain’t it.”

“Wait.” She frowned suddenly. “Who are you two? I mean really.”

“Not monsters.”

“Well I know that. I could see if you were. You look normal. But you’re not human exactly, are you. Either of you.”

Percy slung a heavy arm around your shoulder, raising his hand to pat your face. “We’re half-bloods. Half human, half god.”

Just then, Tammi and Kelli shoved the music room door open, and strutted in like they were walking for Victoria’s Secret. Your head spun to them.

Tammi gushed. “Oh, wow! There you guys are! You’re missing your orientation!”

“Purposefully,” you smiled. “Take a hint, Tammi.”

Rachel had whitened and gasped. “They’re horrible.”

“Oh, forget her.” Tammi waved. Kelli blocked the doors, while Tammi sauntered over.

“Percy…” Rachel warned.

“Uhhhhhh—”

Come on brain, think of something! Anything useful, mom!

It was right in front of your face: the drum cymbal. The metal, circular thing with a cellotaped sticker across its bronze surface.

“Guys!”

You reached behind you for Percy’s jacket and dug your hand around in there, trying to get a hold of his sword in pen form. It didn’t take long, and upon uncapping it, it instantly transformed into Riptide. Percy didn’t object. And his sword fit perfect in your hands.

“This is our school,” Tammi giggled disgustingly. she neared so close you had the tip of Riptide at the hallow between her collarbones. An instant passing. “We feed on who we choose.”

Her true image flickered.

“A vampire!” Rachel gasped.

Percy hummed, rising to stand behind you. “With…furry legs?”

“Don’t mention the legs!” Tammi snapped sensitively. “It’s very rude!”

She advanced on her furry legs. It would have been funny, did she lack the scarlet eyes and fangs so sharply pointed.

Kelli laughed from the doorway. “A vampire, you say? Silly demigods. That legend was based on us. We are empousai, the servants of Hecate.”

Out of nowhere, Rachel flung her arm back and launched a drumstick at Kelli, hitting her in the eye. She practically growled in anger and turned on Rachel instantly.

“We don’t usually kill girls,” she ground out. “But for you, I’ll make an exception! Your eyesight is a little too good!” Kelli clicked her fingers, and Tammi pounced.

Girl code applied here. Riptide to the rescue. You shifted forward and raised Riptide above your head, swinging the sharp sword down across Tammi’s head. Her eyes flashed and her mouth snarled and the set of pincer-sharp teeth came your way. Before her teeth met your skin, she burst into gold shimmer and shiny flecks. She exploded all over you and Rachel. You wrinkled your nose while Rachel coughed and gagged, the both of you covered in monster dust.

Kelli shrieked furiously, like Regina George. “You killed my trainee! You need a lesson in school spirit, half-blood!”

“You’re a shit teacher,” you shrugged. “What can I say?”

Kelli began to change. And by change, you meant absolutely turn inside out, the other way around, back to front. Not. Right. Her hair turned to flickering, orange flames, the heat prominent on your face. Her eyes turned scarlet and her teeth grew sharp like Tammi’s did. She loped forward. You shifted back into Percy, and held his sword out to the side, shifting Rachel back too from her shocked stance.

“I am a senior empousa,” she laughed spitefully. “No hero has bested me in over a thousand years.”

You swallowed hard. “Huh. Then I guess you’re long overdue.”

Kelli pounced at you, and Rachel screamed. Percy yelled some profanity behind you; there was a loud crash of a drum bass and a terrible tearing sound. You wrestled with Kelli for a solid few seconds, well aware that you still had a grip on Percy’s weapon. The worst part of being a half-blood—having no choice in fighting monsters like Kelli. It’s annoying, having no choice. It makes you angry. And not just at yourself, but the gods, who with their power, could probably just eradicate the whole of Kelli’s species in the flick of a wrist.

Kelli fawned. “Aw,” she cooed. “That’s such a cute little blade! I think you should give it back to its owner.”

The Mist is strong here. It had never fully fooled you; having seen things that weren’t supposed to there since you could form proper sentences. You’ve always seen through it, a blessing and a curse. Here, though, something stronger is at play and Kelli’s form is flickering between her true self and a cheerleader.

She laughed. “Poor girl, you don’t even know what’s happening! Your camp is going up in flames pretty soon, you should know. You’ll all be slaves to the Lord of Time, and there’s nothing you can do about it! I’d be doing you a favour, ending your lives!”

Laughter echoed down the hall; the group from the gym must be starting their orientation. Kelli tilted her head, hearing it too. “Great! We’re going to have company!” She pounced at you, forcing you to roll out of the way. Percy’s sword lay on the ground between he and Kelli, as Rachel helped you to your feet. Percy kept his eyes on the empousa, crouching to pick up his weapon.

Kelli’s face changed dramatically from terrorising to terror. She screamed a gut-wrenching sound. The voices in the hall grew quiet.

“Somebody!” She yelled with fake fear. “Help me!”

Only the gods knew what it looked like to mortals. The band room door swung open, and teachers flooded in, students standing in the hall with gaping mouths. Percy, sword in his hand pointed at Kelli, who at this point had tears streaming down her face.

Paul Blofis shook his head and held his hand out to Percy. “Percy…what’s?…”

He dropped his hand ever-so-slightly. And Kelli burst into flames. Waves of the fire spread too quickly across everything, dark plumes of smoke hastily developing. Paul stepped back, ushering the kids away. “What have you done?” He shook his head.

Kids screamed and began to run about like headless chickens. The teachers were screaming for backup through their walkies. Rachel pushed you to Percy.

“Go!” She yelled. “You’ve got to leave before they send backup. Go!”

Percy escaped through the open band room window, sprinting away through an alley. You had no choice but to follow him. Already, sirens were getting closer. You dove into the nearest cab, whose driver didn’t even question where you came from. Percy breathed deeply as he spouted the address of Half-Blood Hill, Long Island.

Percy’s side door flung open just before the car could leave, revealing the disheveled-looking Rachel Dare. She thrust a piece of paper in Percy’s hands.

“I need to know more. About all of this. About what’s happening. Call me. Now go, I’ll deal with this.”

She slammed the door shut. You blinked at Percy, collapsing into the seat.

“Well. That was a terrible idea.”

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racer!annabeth chase who loveess to show off her girlfriend.. you just put thoughts into my head with the racer au that can’t be erased i need to be sedated

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Annabeth Chase x Fem!Hephaestus!Reader Synopsis: working on cars, and watching your girlfriend winning at races is the best way to spend the weekend!!! Warning(s): some cursing in Spanish, and some maybe bad Spanish LOL! Wordcount: 986 A/N: RACER AU, may we thank @sunnitheapollokid, we love u and ur racer au<3. anyways, were dressing cunty for the races here, not in those jumpsuits, very fast and furious if I do say so myself. and poor Leo, keeps being the one to separate reader and my annabeth💔 anyways we need more Hephaestus readers!!!!

It was a hot, blazing summer day. It was mid July and you and your girlfriend Annabeth were outside working on her car. Both of you had on your orange camp shirts tied up in the back, exposing your stomachs, and some denim shorts. With the sweat making your clothes stick to your skin, the lemonade you were sipping on felt like the only remedy.

"Annie, that's not how you do that," you said from your chair to the side, admiring your really hot girlfriend from afar.

"I know what I'm doing."

You stood from your seat and set down your drink, walking over. You stood over from behind Annabeth, wrapping your hands around her waist and peered over from over her shoulder into the car engine, already seeing the problem. "You don't have to know everything baby, that's why you've got me."

You kissed her cheek as she sighed and handed you the wrench she was holding, but you didn't take it. She looked confused as you walked over to her, or actually, your tools, and grabbed your spark plugs from the bottom. "All I needed was to change my spark plugs?"

You nodded, "Told you you should've let me help."

"You really let me stand there for like half an hour in the hot sun, when I could've been finished changing said spark plug?"

"You just looked so hot baby," you winked.

"Well, I was," she joked, causing you laugh. You kissed you before walking over to her car and getting to work. Now it was her turn to sit back and admire her very hot girlfriend, while sipping on your lemonade.

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Now it was race day, you both were waiting by the outskirts of camp whole waiting for more people and Annabeth's opponent to file in. You were currently sitting on the hood of Annabeth's car, wearing a blue tube top and another pair of shorts. You also had on your matching blue yankees cap.

Annabeth walked closer toward you, with her cargos and matching top as she leaned in with her hands resting on your thighs.

"Your gonna do great Annie," you said as you tucked some flyaway curls behind her ear.

"You sure you don't wanna ride with me this time?"

"You're an amazing driver, but that feels terrifying," you shrugged as the thought of being dragged around at over 100 MPH. "I'll be here when you finish, like always."

She smiled as she leaned in more and kissed you. She moved her hands toward your hips as you moved yours to the sides of her face, rubbing your thumb in circles by her jawline. When you began draping your arms lazily over her shoulders, you haven't realize how long the two of you kept your lips locked, until you heard someone clearing their voice from behind Annabeth. The both of you pulled away and turned to find your brother Leo tapping his foot.

"We're waiting," he rolled his eyes, making you and Annabeth laugh.

"You'll be fine, people are still getting ready anyways," you pointed out.

"Yeah, plus I don't need extra time to beat you," then she leaned over into your ear, "and to take his sister home." She joked as she kissed you one last time and headed to her driver seat. Leo's hair went off in small flames as you walked over and patted him off.

"Goodluck Leo, you'll need it," you laughed.

"Haha," he said flatly while smiling as you both set your fist on fire and bumped. That was the both yours thing.

"Te amo, loco," you said as you walked off.

"Vete a la mierda," he joked, causing you both to laugh as you made it towards the sideline, grabbing your flag before walking back to the middle. As you made sure the racers were ready you began.

"And 1, 2," you held the flag up high, before bringing it right back down, "GO!"

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You were anxiously waiting by the stands with Piper. The race should be over any minute now, but despite how good your girlfriend may be, accidents still happen. You were kind of nervous, you normally are when she's racing.

"Y/N, she'll be fine," Piper said as she patted your back. You sighed.

"I know, but still. I worry sometimes, I'm allowed," Jason and Frank came back with some more food. You quickly took Franks hot dog, and took a bite before handing it back. "Thanks."

"You're welcome??"

You smiled and shot up as you saw Annabeth flying through. Piper shouted out an 'I told you so' as you rushed over and watched her take first place once more, with Leo directly behind her. When Annabeth stepped out of the car, her eyes started scanning the crowd, smiling when she reached to you. You sprinted over, jumping into her arms and peppering kisses on her face.

"My beautiful racer," you said as you jumped down. Then she turned you over to the crowd, which consisted of most of Camp Half-Blood, and even some Camp Jupiter, and held your hand and held it up in the air.

"Shoutout to this gorgeous mechanic, the genius behind this car," she shouted and the crowd cheered, they started cheering even louder and she kissed you. Annabeth loved PDA, especially to show you off.

"Yeah yeah, clap it for the amazing couple," Leo joked from behind you two. You walked over and hugged him too.

"You did good Leo, but no ones better than my girlfriend," you gloated.

"Now, cmon, lemme take you on a joyride, I promise I'll go slow okay," she pleaded.

"You rolled your eyes with a smile, "Fine, now we'll have some alone time I guess."

"She guesses," Annabeth laughed as she opened the passenger door for you. She speed off as you held on tight, and she swore up and down she thought this was slow.

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Traditional IX

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This part is 7.5K words of almost entirely fluff. It's kind of a mess but I think it's a good mess. I thought of a few more things that I could do in the future so might squeeze an extra part or two out of it. Might involve some angst though :) :) :) Hope you enjoy!

Carefully, he leaned over the side of the basin, and tangled his fingers through her hair and started massaging the pads of his fingertips against her scalp. She sighed. “You gotta be careful or I’ll never leave this tub.”

If it meant he could always wake up and find her here, he’d massage her hair forever and draw a bath for her every day of their lives.

The phone only rang once before it was answered. She felt bad that he was probably hovering by the phone for the last two hours waiting for someone to call him back. “Is she okay?!”

She thought about the last time she saw her phone. It was either in the driver’s car or back in Niall’s office. But now that Harry had forgiven her, a little sliver of pain relieved after the horrible day, all the tears, sobs, plus lack of sleep caught up to her very tired mind. Her head was aching. She wanted to just lay in absolute silence and wish for sleep to come so she could just shut down for a while. But she had to make this phone call first.

Harry was in the kitchen, once more taking care of her. Gathering water and medicine for her tired body. “I’m fine,” she answered the panicked voice at the other end as gently as possible. Her heart rate was settling, and she thought she might fall asleep right there on the comfiest couch she had ever had the pleasure of sitting on. But she needed to make sure Louis knew she was alright. Since her phone was MIA, she used Harry’s.

First came the loudest relieved sigh she had ever heard. “Fucking hell, babe, what the fuck,” Louis sounded distraught. She remembered the last time Louis ever sounded so upset. Back when she was eighteen and asked if he could help her move out after he had gone away to university. After one of the hardest tragedies of their young lives she wanted Louis and Eleanor to just live two years post-grad in ignorant bliss of anything that was happening to her. They checked in so regularly, but she kept her life at home so hidden.

When Louis found out, saw, and heard…

It was the only other time because she vowed to herself that she would never be the reason for the anxiety laced in his otherwise happy-go-lucky attitude. But here they were anyway; both of them upset beyond words. “You scared me half to death!” He did sound scared. He sounded close to tears. Just like he never sounded distraught, it was even more rare of an occasion that Louis shed tears.

“I’m sor—”

“No, absolutely not,” he interrupted. “Don’t you dare apologize,” she could hear him shaking his head even though she couldn’t see him. “I’m not mad. I’ve just been worried sick. I thought you were at Harry’s this whole time...what took you so long to answer—”

“It’s a long story,” she mumbled. “I don’t want to ruin your weekend more than I already have.”

“You didn’t ruin it,” Eleanor’s voice appeared at the other end of the line. It must have been on speakerphone.  “We were worried,” she said gently. “Tell us what happened, love,” She prompted.

So, she rehashed the story. The third time in half a dozen hours. Harry handed her water and medicine part way through. Sitting beside her, he watched as she spoke each individual word. Her voice was devoid of emotion through most of it. Louis and Eleanor must have asked questions, but she answered them all. Spared no details. But he caught the flicker of blush on her cheeks as she explained that awful story about the horrible woman that spouted lies about knowing Harry’s likes and dislikes.

“I’m at Harry’s now,” she shrugged. Harry worried about her well-being. That was a lot to happen in one day. A lot of emotions wreaking havoc on her body. Maybe it was shock again because she seemed so at ease chatting with her friends on the phone. Like they were catching up after a holiday. “I’m very tired,” she admitted. There was a pause before she smiled weakly then nodded. Harry couldn’t hear but he thought they were telling her to sleep. “I love you both so much,” she whispered. “Can I pay for you to get an extra day to make up for—” She pulled the phone from her ear quickly before her thought was finished. Harry couldn’t make out the words, but he definitely heard yelling from the couple. She giggled tiredly, her eyes drooping by the second.

“Oh, I’ll take that now,” Harry murmured putting the phone to his ear now that she was trying to take care of her friends all while draining the last bit of her energy of the day. Within seconds, as if she wasn’t in control of her own body, she leaned toward Harry, placing her head on his thigh and sighed contentedly and let her eyelids finally close. “Hello?” He said to the phone gently.

There was a moment of hesitation. A deep shaky breath. “Harry, if you break that poor girl’s heart, so help me God, I will murder you without a second thought,” Louis promised.

“Lou,” Eleanor said tentatively. El knew the poor girl would be embarrassed by Louis if she was awake to hear it.

Harry smirked and placed his hand on her head gently combing her hair around her ear and watched the evenness of her breath move her body while she laid quietly on his lap. Harry was so relieved she was okay. He was even happier she was right there for him to watch her and make sure she was okay. “Louis, I’d hand you the knife,” he promised.

*

He let her lay there for a long while—almost an hour. He scrolled through his phone shortly after she fell asleep, after he assured Louis and Eleanor that he would take care of her. He even suggested they do take the extra day for their anniversary weekend. “I think it would make her feel better if y’did,” he explained. “I know m’still new in her life, but I think we all know she’d feel unnecessarily guilty for worrying y’on your holiday,” Harry reminded them. After a hearty agreement, Harry also knew they were two of the people who loved her most in the world, they’d do anything to make her feel better too.

After that, he made his call to Niall.

“Is she alright?” He asked without any greeting. It wasn’t uncommon for there to be no greeting when they chatted anyway. Harry felt no jealousy at all. Especially after his conversation with Gemma. He felt good old-fashioned love for Niall who clearly cared deeply about the sweet girl laying across his couch and lap. “I tried calling her, but her phone was in the office. I have it with me because I thought if she was going—”

“Oh good, she was worried ‘bout that,” Harry mumbled. He didn’t want to move an inch because he just wanted this poor girl to rest.

“I’ll bring it by...is she okay?” He asked again.

“‘Bout as good as y’can expect.”

“She’s there?” Niall wondered.

“Where else would I let her go?” Harry smirked sadly. Niall informed him he really wasn’t sure. It was time for the story he heard twice now from Niall’s point of view. He only told Harry about her leaving and coming back in the simplest of details. How she asked him not to tell Harry about the harassment and so forth. Pair that with knowing her phone didn’t make it with her to the car, he wasn’t certain she was going to make it to Harry’s.

It was pitch-black dark outside. Since she fell asleep so suddenly, he didn’t have time to turn the lights on or anything. Only the kitchen light half illuminated the living area. He tilted his head against the back of the sofa, taking the new version of her story once more from Niall’s perspective. “Niall, m’sorry for being such a prick,” he said.

“It’s already forgotten,” Niall said kindly. “We all do crazy things for the people we love. Just make sure she knows she didn’t ruin our friendship,” Niall had a smirk in his voice and Harry felt a flutter in his heart at that not-so-little L-word. “Also, I would like to be part of the exit interview when you fire that horrific woman, if you want to truly make amends.”

Harry chuckled quietly. “That can be arranged,” he murmured. “Can y’pick up some food for us on the way? I imagine she hasn’t eaten today. I’ll wake her up and make sure she eats before bed.”

“Yeah, yeah. Course. Just let me know.”

It was another half hour before Niall said he had food in his car and would be ten minutes. In that time, he texted his lawyer asking what he could do about her situation to make it painless as possible. Then he sent another text to the driver requesting to follow her.

Once he received Niall’s message that he was enroute with food, he started to wake her up. “Hey there,” he hummed gently rubbing the length of her arm. “Kitten, wake up, please,” he whispered and gave her the gentlest little shake he could muster. “Niall’s bringing us some food, love,” he told her. At the same moment her stomach growled very loudly. He smirked feeling grateful he was waking her up to eat.

“I guess m’hungry,” she mumbled and slowly sat up. “Oof. My head,” she winced pressing one hand to each of her temples. A wave of dizziness and pain rolled over her exhausted mind like she was hungover.

Harry immediately brought his hands over top of hers and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. It made her fuzzy mind warm over with adoration for Harry. While he pressed a simple kiss to her head, all he could think was he was going to have a hard time letting her go to the bathroom of all things. All he wanted was to keep touching her and consoling her. “M’so sorry, baby,” he whispered.

“Harry?” She asked tentatively.

He frowned. He sensed he wasn’t going to like her follow up question. “Yes, kitten?”

“If you’re not too busy, could I stay the weekend? I really don’t want to be alone,” she said rubbing one eye.

He didn’t like that she felt like she had to ask. Part of him thought it was understood she would be there all weekend. But he was glad she wanted to ask and did ask. If all this had happened a few weeks prior she might not have been asking. “Mi casa es su casa,” he answered simply. She smirked. “Of course, love.”

“I just need a moment,” she said standing and made her way for the bathroom. Harry nodded watching her like she might fall to pieces just by standing. His leg was numb from sitting in the same position for almost an hour along with her head resting on his thigh. There wasn’t an ounce of complaining about it in his body, but he got up and stretched it a bit—he called his lawyer back while he wiggled his leg and paced the floor a bit. He turned on some more lights so everyone could see. Especially the outside one for Niall’s arrival. He did show up shortly after that. “I’ll call you back,” he said to his phone as he held the door open for Niall to bring the food inside.

He smiled at her as she reentered the kitchen while he and Harry got the takeout boxes settled. “Hey darling, you look like you’re feeling much better,” he chuckled and gave her a side hug with a kiss to the top of her head.

Harry was thrilled he wasn’t the least bit jealous of their physical interaction. It really made it seem like he was jealous of her not talking to him. Even just thinking about that bristled him a bit. He was irritated that she didn’t feel comfortable talking to him the way she did with Niall.

How were they supposed to get married if she wouldn’t tell him her every thought? It was an irrational worry, but he couldn’t help thinking about it.

Harry smirked despite the nagging little thought, as he set her food out. “I think that’s damning by faint praise. I don’t think I could look worse than earlier,” she snorted. Harry rolled his eyes and Niall laughed a bit more.

“So hard on yourself, darling,” he shook his head. Harry let them chat while they all ate quietly. Harry wanted to put her to bed and massage her head so she could relax. But he liked that Niall was good at keeping her chatting, distracting her. Harry was too nervous and busy cooing about her to hold a real conversation right now. Plus, he didn’t want to make her cry any more than she probably would on her own—if only because her head was still hurting her. He could see it on the little pinch of skin between her eyebrows and he wished she would just go to sleep so she could feel better.

“Do you need some time off…the whole week to get things figured out?” Niall asked. His voice was quiet and gentle—like he didn’t want to ask her. Harry was glad he asked it because it was an important question, and he was worried he would accidentally force her to take the week off if he tried asking.

“No,” she shook her head quickly. “That’s the last thing I want,” she emphasized the word last as she put the forkful of food to her mouth. Niall and Harry glanced at each other for just one moment. Harry shrugged one shoulder hoping she didn’t notice. “I’m sad, not blind.” He smirked despite himself. Niall tried to cover his laugh with a throat clearing. “Mom probably doesn’t want me there,” she said casually. Like it wasn’t the death of a parent. Like it was a birthday dinner. Or a doctor’s appointment. Her tone and words broke Harry’s heart. How could someone not love her? He truly couldn’t imagine. He wanted to ask why her mother wouldn’t forgive her, but it wasn’t his place to ask. Plus, (even though he might disagree with her mother’s choice and ignoring her very much perfect daughter) who was he to judge how she chose to grieve for another child? He wished with everything in him that they cared for her the way they were supposed to...before it was too late. She was so special, and it was unfair she didn’t have the support she deserved. “I don’t know. Maybe Louis will know what to do when he gets back...so I’ll at least work through Tuesday.”

“Well, whatever you need,” Niall shrugged. “I don’t want to hold you from sleep. You could use a ton of it. Thanks for the food, Harry,” he smiled. The poor thing was getting droopy eyed again. Niall kissed the top of her head and gave a wave as he headed out. “Call if you need me!”

*

She claimed it was much too early to go to bed. It wasn’t, but Harry would have agreed the sky was red if it came from her lips. He wasn’t arguing with her at all this weekend. Whatever her heart wanted, it was all hers. Her sleepiness wore quick, and she fell asleep almost immediately as The Good Place played while he rubbed her feet in his lap. Or at least, he thought she was asleep. “Harry,” she mumbled.

“Yes, kitten?” He asked curiously looking at her half sleeping figure.

“Would you ever do all this for…a regular companion?”

He shook his head. He would do anything for her, answer any question, but he wished she wasn’t worried about this right now. “No, but you’re very different than all the other ones.”

“You don’t have to pay me as much…since I don’t…” she trailed off.

“Kitten, I’d simply pay you more if y’did,” he had a sad smile on his lips as he spoke. That’s not why he wanted her. He meant it from the moment he responded to her over six months ago.

“Hardly seems fair,” she muttered. “I think you need to reevaluate our agreement. I know I’m not CEO, but I know a thing or two about supply and demand and cost efficiency.”

He chuckled. “Love, why are y’worrying about this right now?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. Her eyes were still closed. “I worry a lot about other people,” she told him.

He couldn’t argue with that. “I noticed.”

They were quiet for a long while. Harry pressed his thumbs into the soles of her feet noting every little sigh that escaped her lips. Eventually he noticed her light snores. He carefully moved her feet to the side and slid off the couch. With a blanket he had tossed over the back, he covered her lightly and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He didn’t want to leave her there, but he wanted to take the next step in making sure she had everything she needed to recover from such a horrible couple of days.

*

She doesn’t know when she woke up, but Harry was backlit by the TV, knelt beside her. His hands were gentle as he rubbed her arm. “Hey, love. I ran you a bath.”

The last time she took a bath was surely in childhood. But Harry looked so proud that he did the right thing. She felt woozy again as she stood. Her brain aching but she wasn’t due for medicine for a while. A bath and some sleep might do some good. Harry led her to the bathroom and started to pull her clothes off: the cozy sweater, the silky blouse, and the dark dress pants that tied around her waist.

She wanted to protest out of awkwardness and shyness. She couldn’t believe Harry was undressing her again without the pretense of more, but Harry was acting like this was normal. Almost as if he was pretending, he didn’t notice what he was doing fully. His mind wasn’t on the fact she was naked before him, he was just taking care of her. She didn’t even blush as he did so.

He had a little towel folded where her head rested, and she sank into the warm water. Of course, Harry made sure the house was a comfortable room temperature given the winter air outside, but until she was slipping into the water, she was reminded it was the dead of winter and the water was so warm against the cold air. “Hmm,” she sighed. Harry rolled his sleeves up—she noticed he changed into a pair of joggers and a long sleeve T-shirt. Carefully, he leaned over the side of the basin, and tangled his fingers through her hair and started massaging the pads of his fingertips against her scalp. She sighed. “You gotta be careful or I’ll never leave this tub.”

If it meant he could always wake up and find her here, he’d massage her hair forever and draw a bath for her every day of their lives.

*

After the water started to cool and she was nearly back to sleep once more, Harry gently coaxed her to stand. Harry had the fluffiest towels. Like a hotel. She loved his washer and dryer. Everything about him and his house was a warm hug. She was going to hate leaving it in the spring. He wrapped her in one of the fluffy towels and helped her step out of the tub. “M’sleepy,” she mumbled.

“I know, beautiful,” he hummed. “Just wanna get y’dressed.”

“I don’t have clothes.”

Harry bit his lip and in her sleepy, grief-stricken mind she swore his cheeks had turned pink. “I…I may have had Gemma order some things for y’back when y’were all burned so y’always had stuff here,” he gestured to the folded pile on the sink counter.

If she wasn’t so tired, she probably would have asked a hundred questions. Did he snoop through her clothes looking for sizes when she wasn’t looking? Why did he get expensive brands like Lulu Lemon?  That seemed so excessive even for him. She didn’t even own it. How much did he get? And of course, had he ever done this before for someone else?

But the gesture was so sweet she was rendered speechless. Without any kind of fanfare, he handed her the pair of underwear still packaged in plastic while he pulled the tag off the shirt while he waited for her to slide them on. He did the same with the sweatpants. This was by far one of the kindest things any man had ever done for her.

Harry stepped out of the bathroom and headed to “her” bedroom. He tugged the covers back and left the room. She frowned sliding between the sheets thinking he was leaving her just like that. Harry returned quickly with an assortment of items in his arms. Her phone, a glass of water, pills, and a book tucked under his arm. “I…I don’t read much. But I do like this one. Thought y’might like it,” he sounded so shy. “And I know y’like t’have a book nearby.”

After having his sister order clothes for her, this had to be the second sweetest thing a man had ever done for her.

For the last half hour, the bath, the head massage, the book, and the clothes…she almost forgot the last day and a half was so terrible. Harry was pure medicine for her tired body and mind. She wished she was there for a normal circumstance.

“Do you have everything you need?” He asked. “Can I get you anything else?”

You. She shook her head. “I feel like a princess,” she mumbled. He smiled and brushed his thumb on her cheek.

“Think y’are one, love,” he pressed a long kiss to the middle of her forehead. “Shout if y’need something. Sleep well, beautiful,” he whispered.

As he turned to leave, at the last second, she grabbed his hand and pulled lightly. He stumbled a bit as he turned back to her. She clutched her hand around his instinctively. Held tight. It took her a minute to realize she had even reached for him.

He couldn’t believe her beautiful doe-eyed expression. Surely, she was the most gorgeous thing to ever exist. Harry swore his heart softened into mush as he looked her over for signs of tears or sadness. He knew he looked on with confusion, but he loved how her hand felt wrapped around his.

She didn’t say anything, and after a second, she just lifted the covers up in invitation.

Harry didn’t hesitate to slip in beside and wrap his body around hers. He flipped over to the other side of her. She pressed her face against his chest. He held her so close. For the last thirty odd hours she felt so broken emotionally, mentally, and physically.

With Harry wrapped around her, she finally felt whole.

*

Harry woke up still snuggled up to her. He carefully reached over her sleeping figure for a sip of her water and did his best not to disturb her. But she was pressing her fingertips over his chest like she was playing an imaginary piano. “Are y’awake, love?” He whispered. She nodded. It was so dark and so quiet in the room. “Are y’okay?” He asked.

She nodded again. “You worry too much about me,” her voice was soft and quiet. The only kind of voice that could be used at one thirty in the morning.

He had one arm wrapped beneath her neck and pillow, crooked around her so his arm wouldn’t go numb, but he could still hold her tight. The other draped over her waist. He nodded in response to her statement. “You gave me quite the scare over the last day.”

“I’ve been dealt worse hands,” she responded dryly.

“You certainly use humor as a main coping mechanism.”

“It drove my therapist nuts,” she had a touch of laughter in her breathy whisper. Harry never gave much thought to her family because she didn’t. As far as he could tell, Louis and Eleanor were her family. But it made sense she went to therapy for all she had gone through at sixteen. He wondered if she ever still went but didn’t want to ask something so personal. “Whatcha thinking about Mr. Styles? Me in a straitjacket?”

He snorted quietly. “Hardly…how long did y’go t’therapy for?

“Two years, every two weeks. Then once every other month all through university. I don’t go anymore,” he was a little grateful she volunteered the information without him having to ask. He would worry endlessly if she wasn’t feeling up to par and felt like she had to hide something that was helping her well-being.

“No?”

“I mean. I’ll probably make an appointment now but no. I haven’t had an appointment in a while.”

“Why’s that?” He had to know.

She didn’t respond to that question, however. She thought telling him that she met a guy who actually worried about her in such a casual way would send Harry into cardiac arrest. “Do you like the night?” She asked instead.

Harry didn’t mind that she didn’t answer. It wasn’t that important. “Hmm?”

“I’m a morning person. But I think when you can’t see the other person, night is better. Much more revealing.”

“Tell me something then,” Harry lazily drew shapes along her arm that looped back over his torso.

“I just told you about therapy. Your turn.”

He chuckled under his breath. “I’ll tell y’anything y’want t’know.”

She waited a minute. “Do you really like pineapple on pizza?” She whispered.

He laughed almost loudly. Especially for nearly two in the morning. “Yes, kitten.”

She sighed. “I really had a chance of falling for you and everything.”

“Is that so?”

She didn’t want to repeat that mainly because it was a lie. She had already fallen so hard. So, she moved onto her next question. “What did you do on movie night?” She asked.

“I went to the gym and took m’frustration out on a punching bag.”

She ignored the idea of angry Harry. Especially because of her. “Do you go to the gym a lot?” She wondered.

“Usually at the company one during the day.”

They chatted for about half an hour. Talking about random things. Harry laughed a lot at her jokes, and she enjoyed the feel of his fingers continuously running along the inside of her arm and sliding up to comb through her hair. “Kitten,” he mumbled as she got sleepier. Her answers and questions less vibrant in tone as she started drifting back to sleep.

“Hmm?”

“Do you remember when I was sick?” He asked. She nodded against his arm. “You called me baby a lot when I was getting less foggy,” he said. “I didn’t know why.”

Harry could feel the smile moving her cheeks with her face pressed to her arms. “You asked me to. Said it made you feel better.”

He smirked, felt his cheeks warm knowing he asked her for such a silly but somewhat intimate thing. “Oh,” he chuckled. “Sorry.”

She was quiet for a moment. Harry almost thought she fell asleep. “I didn’t mind.”

His heart felt so warm. “You can call me ‘baby’ anytime,” he told her.

She yawned and nuzzled her nose against his T-shirt in response. Again, he thought she’d fallen asleep when she answered him once more. “Night, baby.”

“Good night, love.”

*

Harry once more stilled her hand as she reached for the car door once they were parked. He got out quickly and hurried to her side of the car to open the door. “I didn’t know you knew how to drive,” she giggled.

“Hardy-har,” he rolled his eyes holding his hand out for her as she exited the car. They were outside an electronics store. Harry couldn’t remember the last time he went shopping in person and out from behind his computer screen. It seemed like fun to get out of the house. Especially since she only had one request when she woke up that morning in the circle of Harry’s arms. “I don’t want to think about it today. Is that alright?”

“Harry,” she said alertly, alarm in her voice and pulled on his hand with a quick tug right before he walked into traffic as a car passed by. He smirked and looked back at her. Apparently, it had been long enough that he wasn’t as mindful about parking lots as he should have been.

“Thanks kitten. Keep hold of this for me? Don’t want to get hurt,” He said squeezing his hand in hers. His smile was flirty and adorable. She loved weekend Harry. The last time she spent the whole weekend with him was when she wasn’t up to par. Maybe emotionally she still wasn’t up to snuff, but this was better than him having to worry about her burns by far.

How was Harry going to deny any request for the girl he was so enthralled with?

She kept hold of his hand and she thought from the outside they must look like a regular old couple. No one would question it. He guided her through the doors and to the back where the laptops were displayed. She perused them for a while. “M’so sorry love. I’m getting a phone call,” he gave her hand a squeeze and made way for the exit in case he needed better reception outside. “Styles,” he spoke clearly. She smirked and continued her search.

She looked at the different brands. Sure, Harry had a ton of money but of course she wasn’t going to pick the most expensive one just for the sake of it. She didn’t do much on her laptop except type her reflections these days, shop online every so often, and watch Netflix. “Can I help you?” The person working in the computer section asked. “That’s a fairly good one you’re looking at,” he told her.

She touched the keyboard. “My current one died,” she explained. “But I liked it. So, I figured maybe I’d just get a new one of the same kind.”

“Can I persuade you to a different brand? It would be much better,” he said with a smile. “I wouldn’t want you to have a poor laptop.”

She knew where this was going based on the way his eyes sparkled. It didn’t seem to matter if she thought so poorly of herself. She was a girl in the electronics section and if it wasn’t the employee, it would have been a random man showing off his knowledge trying to convince her that he could take care of her needs. She sighed. “I’m not sure...I like this one.”

He was about to launch into a story about why it was better. She was prepared to listen politely but ultimately, she would probably pick this one. However, he kept encroaching on her personal space, and it was making her a bit weary as he explained the better quality of RAM and storage on the other brand he wanted to suggest. She was nearly bored to sleep when he brushed his hand on her arm. With little notice of just how close he was, she jerked back awkwardly and bumped into something solid behind her. Whatever it was, it only gave just enough to cradle her before she fell completely backward. “Hi beautiful,” Harry muttered holding her up. He dropped a kiss to the top of her head as he kept her steady. Then he looped his fingers back through hers. “Find one you liked?” He asked but he was staring at the employee who looked shocked.

“Umm… yeah. This one,” she pointed confused by how calm Harry was being. He nearly broke his friendship with Niall when he saw him touching her. How was he so rational over a stranger? Her heart fluttered violently. Harry glanced at the specifications printed on the little display model and then turned to the worker.

“Can we have the top version of this one,” he asked.

“Harry,” she whispered. “I don’t—”

“Right away,” the poor guy said hurrying behind the doors nearby to get the best model.

“Stupid idiot,” Harry grunted under his breath. How could he not know she was here with someone? How could he think she would fall for someone that was trying to dissuade her opinion of which laptop she wanted? Harry needed to be more careful when he left her alone.

Oh. He was very mad. She felt her face warm. “Harry?” She asked tentatively. He squeezed her hand.

“Yes, love?” He murmured.

“I don’t need to get the fanciest one,” she whispered. He squeezed her hand again, reassuringly.

“Mmm…”

“Harry, I swear I didn’t flirt or anything,” she promised.

He scoffed. “Kitten,” he shook his head. “You’re not seriously apologizing for someone else’s behavior?” She bit her lip. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and placed another kiss on the top of her head. “Shh,” he hushed as the worker returned. “Thanks,” Harry said grabbing the box from his hands and turning the two of them away from the display. He brought her along the back wall to look at laptop cases. “Want one?”

“Umm…I don’t know. I don’t think I really need one...I already have one that would probably fit this—"

“I like this one with the sunflowers on it. It looks like something you’d like,” he said pointing to one of the cases on the wall.

She blinked. “I remind you of sunflowers?”

“You wore this dress with sunflowers on it back in September when you first started,” he shrugged. “Thought you looked adorable.”

Her cheeks warmed at his assessment, and she grabbed at the case immediately. “Yes, I want it.”

He smiled. “Do you want anything else?”

She shook her head. “No this is plenty.”

He steered her toward the checkout line. The guy at the counter rang her stuff quickly, Harry accepted the five-year warranty that she normally skimped out on because it seemed useless. Harry slid his black AmEx card through not even registering the total at all. She did though, and she couldn’t imagine spending that much on something for herself in one go.

Harry opened her car door for her as she got inside. She was buckling herself when Harry got in on his side and in one motion, maneuvered so the back of her head pressed firmly against the headrest and his lips attached to hers. He devoured her breath. Making her already cloudy head spin. Pulling back, he pecked at her lips a few more times. She felt totally breathless. All Harry did was smirk at her and then reached up to brush his thumb over her cheek. Then starting his car up, he drove off without a word.

She would never intentionally make Harry jealous. But she liked it when the rewards of his jealousy resulted in kisses for her.

*

They were almost finished with The Good Place. A few more episodes were left when she felt a bit hungry. “Can we have breakfast for dinner?”

“What am I gonna make y’in the morning, then?” He smirked at her giving her arm a squeeze. They were snuggled up on the couch, again like an ordinary couple.

She frowned so cutely. Her little pout made his heart melt. He would have made her breakfast any time of day she wanted, multiple times a day, and he would eat it happily. “Well, I’m going to be sad tomorrow, and I don’t want to ruin breakfast by being sad,” she explained.

It was his turn to frown. “You’re gonna be sad tomorrow?” He asked.

“I think I have to deal with it, no?” She muttered.

Harry sighed. He hadn’t gotten an update from the lawyer since he stepped out of the electronics store earlier in the day. He was hoping for better news before he gave her information. Before she had to be sad. He didn’t ask them to go in guns ablaze. He just wanted to make sure her mum had everything she needed and that all would be taken care of so that she wouldn’t shorten the poor girl that had already lost so much. After the terrible day she had, he just wanted to give her the quiet and perfect weekend she deserved. Filled with kisses, good food, snuggles, and TV... and maybe a book if she wanted.

“Maybe y’should wait until Louis and Eleanor get back?” He suggested casually. “Gives y’more time t’recover...and if y’need t’take a day or two, love—”

“Okay,” she interrupted quickly but it was still sweet as syrup the way she said it. “I’ll think about it. Maybe Tuesday or something would be better.”

He sighed with relief quietly. Grateful he’d have the weekend to spoil her and figure out more details on the law end of things. Maybe he could even run it by Louis to get a bit more of the picture.

But for now, he would make her an omelet, pancakes, French toast, or even crepes if she wanted.

*

After their breakfast for dinner, Harry had her lying against his chest while the last of the episodes played. She was a quiet thing when she slept. He didn’t notice she had fallen asleep until the show was over, the screen dark, and he heard the quiet, rhythmic breaths coming from her. He kissed her forehead and shifted awkwardly until she was cradled against him, and he carried her down the hall to his bedroom. If she was okay with sleeping together last night, he hoped she wouldn’t mind tonight.

Plus, his bed was larger. He placed her in the middle and managed to shimmy the covers beneath her body. He slid in beside her and kissed her forehead once more. She cuddled against him silently, without waking. He sighed, completely content with the scent of her shampoo filling his brain. It was like a potion clouding his mind with overwhelming emotions of adoring her.

“Baby?” She hummed after several moments. Harry was almost asleep himself when she spoke.

God, he loved that word coming from her mouth directed at him. “Hmm? Need something, love?” He whispered.

“Did you carry me?”

He chuckled. “Yes, kitten.”

“Don’t do that again.”

“No promises.”

She pinched his shoulder without any pain. “Cheeky.” More silence. “Thanks for letting me stay here.”

“Course, angel. Wouldn’t want you anywhere else.”

“I meant your bed.”

“I did too.”

*

At one in the morning, they shared more secrets. Harry told her about some of his university days. Told her about a couple of his girlfriends and why they didn’t work out. He even chatted about some of his companions. She talked about the ex that cheated on her. How he never really understood her grief. “Sounds like he did y’a favor, love,” he said distastefully. He played with a strand of her hair running it against the side of her cheek. Harry adored her so heavily it shocked him that she didn’t have droves of men asking her to marry them.

“Well now I think he did...because I have a taste of the life I always wanted. A cute little office, almost finished with my second degree, and a cute guy that makes me breakfast and owns a porch swing,” she said dreamily. “What else does life have to offer?”

He chuckled. “A porch swing?”

“I would sleep out there if it was acceptable.” He kept that in mind. He wanted her to live here so badly. He would do anything to have her wake up in his arms always. He would chat with her at one in the morning every day as long as he lived. This was the most whole and perfect he felt in a long while.

“When’s your graduation ceremony?” The reminder she was almost done with her degree prompted him to start planning the rest of their lives. Also, he wanted to get her a really good gift.

“I’m not going,” she shook her head.

“Kitten,” his tone was admonishing. “You have to.”

She shook her head. “I went to my brother’s and Louis’ right before it happened...I wouldn’t want to upset Louis again thinking about it. Course Mom would never come,” she almost had an eyeroll in her voice. “I don’t see much point. It’s usually a family event...and I don’t really have one of those.”

He frowned. Of course, she was worried about everyone else. “Love, y’should be celebrated. S’a big deal.”

She shrugged. “I’d go by myself. I wouldn’t get any pictures...I just...I don’t know. I told El and Lou they don’t have a ceremony for my program...” He bit the inside of his lip. He would have to figure it out. Her best friends would love to go. He, of course, would be there with confetti for her. And he was certain Niall would love to go, too.

“Can y’think about it some more?” He asked quietly.

She nodded. “Sure.”

“No, really,” he rolled his eyes at her quick response.

Sighing, she took another deep breath and nodded firmly. “I will, baby.”

“Don’t distract me by calling me baby,” he said kissing her forehead.

“Did it work?” She giggled.

“Yes.”

*

Harry woke up smushed against his pillow. She was sitting up and reading the book he selected for her. Her hand was massaging against his scalp while tangling her fingers in his hair. He would love to live like this forever. It felt like magic. “D’you like it?” He mumbled and wrapped his arm over her lap.

She nodded. “It’s very good.”

He smiled and enjoyed the feel of her fingers in his hair for a little while longer. “D’you want more breakfast?” He asked. She put the book aside and wiggled until she was face to face with him. She slid her fingers over his face and admired how perfect he looked. Just a bit of sleep was still in his eyes as he tried to wake up. An adorable smile filling his face and the greenest eyes she ever had the pleasure of looking at. He looked a bit scruffy because he hadn’t shaved in a while. He didn’t usually need to shave all that often, but she noticed he hadn’t done so in over a week and a half. “What?” He asked with the most adorable smirk on his face.

He was way too good for her. Paying her for any reason, taking care of her, all of it was way too much. Especially after her terrible days. This wasn’t why he paid her. All she could think about now was sunflowers when she looked at him. The book he recommended on the side table. How he carried her to bed. In a couple months this would all be over. She would have a new job, a new apartment, and Harry wouldn’t make her breakfast anymore.

The thought saddened her so much. Once more she wished she had met him online. Or didn’t intern at Styles Incorporated. Maybe if they weren’t so tied together, they could have something more. Harry never pressured her in the rapidly approaching seven months they’d known one another.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his as she had many times before. He looped his arm around her, pulled her closer while he ran his tongue along her lip while reaching for the side of her face with his other hand. She sighed contentedly as he held her and kissed her for so long.

“Kitten,” he said pulling away from her mouth abruptly as her hands drifted down his torso and fiddled with the elastic of his pants.

Blushing, she glanced at him awkwardly. “Please?” She whispered.

“Oh hell, love,” he moaned. “Don’t need t’do that,” his voice was so deep as he mumbled the words. Her soft pleaded request, the doe-eyes...almost had him finishing before they even started. “Are y’sure?” He asked. She nodded silently. Harry kissed her again and again and again and again...

*

She was so quiet afterward. Hell, she was quiet during it. Harry was terrified that she didn’t like it...or worse regretted it. She rested her head against his chest, eyes closed. “We missed breakfast,” she whispered so casually Harry was grateful she finally spoke.

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Can still have it,” he told her.

She shook her head. “Want pasta...and garlic bread.”

“Whatever you want,” he promised.

“Whatever I want?” She hummed. You. You. You. She thought.

“M-hmm...” Forever. Whatever you want, forever. He wanted to say.

“Don’t think you’re ready for that just yet,” she whispered drawing a tantalizing little circle just below where his belt would sit.

“Insatiable,” he mumbled and rolled over, so he was hovering above her. He smiled down at her and then pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her lips. “Give me a minute,” he said and bent down to kiss the length of her jaw, down her neck, over her collarbone, the length of her sternum...down further until there was nowhere else to go.

She giggled and Harry wished with everything in him that Monday would never arrive because this was the most perfect Sunday in existence. Just her right there in his bed. A book by her side. The most beautiful smile he could dream of on the most perfect girl he could imagine.

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Perfection is Relative ˖ ݁݁ 𖥔.

~Soooo I’m in my rewatch-comfort-shows era, and Helluva Boss is next. I can’t wait for the newest episode, so I’m trying to get the insanity out with this. For anyone who happens to read this, I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Moxxie

Ler: Millie

Summary: Moxxie is second-guessing himself and stressing out about his appearance. Millie notices and decides to lovingly remind her husband what the word “perfect” truly means in this life.

Warnings: spoilers for Helluva Boss and fluffy couple romance (few kisses)! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Moxxie had always had confidence issues. Be it moral dilemmas, other’s perceptions or just general life itself, he would second-guess himself and shy away. However, there was one thing he could always trust himself to nail: his presentations.

Whenever Blitz had a performance-based job, Moxxie put his best hoof forward and found a rare spark of assurance and self-confidence. His outfits were on point, any makeup was flawless, and he got into the metaphorical zone. Nobody could ruin that for him, or so he thought.

At the summer camp, Moxxie had spent a good few hours designing his persona and the look of it. He was actually pretty proud of it. That was, until those teenage girls and everyone else at the camp insulted his appearance and disregarded his existence.

Millie and him had already discussed how it made him feel, and while he was incredibly happy for and proud of his wife, he couldn’t get those thoughts out of his head. It bled into his everyday planning, making him critique every little detail about himself. Like that morning, where he’d spent half an hour adjusting his bowtie position.

“Maybe a bit lower to point the focus…” Moxxie mumbled to himself, loosening his bowtie once again. He’d left the bedroom door open, too focused on the mirror to notice. He didn’t even notice as his wife peeked in, nor he did he catch her small, knowing sigh.

“Honey…what’re you doing?” Millie came up behind him, resting her hands on his waist. She’d noticed his extra self-consciousness lately, but she hoped it was something he’d work out. It was apparently deeper than that, though, so she was at the ready with support and a - hopefully - helpful conversation.

“Adjusting my bow. It’s not really symmetrical, and I want it to send a certain message about me.” His words were a bit rushed, giving his wife a peek into the swirling storm of his mind. She wasn’t happy with what she saw.

“You really don’t need to worry, Mox. You look amazin’ already.” Millie gently grabbed his chin, turned him and kissed him. He sighed at the affection, pulling away after a second. Moxxie felt bad about kissing her; he wasn’t good enough yet. Millie deserved the world, and he couldn’t help but feel inadequate.

“If you say so, Mills. Just let me fix up a few more things.” Moxxie tugged at his collar, adjusting the bow and tugging his hair into place.

Now, Millie could’ve just left her husband to finish getting ready. However, doing so would’ve meant letting him think he needed any of the extra glitz and ritz he was putting forth. He was handsome and wonderful enough as-is; she was determined to get that through to him.

With a suppressed smirk, the female imp grabbed his chin once again, her tail snaking around his waist. Moxxie was oblivious to her true plot, just suspecting she wanted attention. “Millie, just gimme one seco- EEP!”

He cut himself off with a squeak as Millie’s claws skittered across his neck. Down below, the pointy tip of her tail was dragging along his side. The smirk was no longer suppressed, her adorable tooth gap showing in the playful grin.

“Mihihillie! Whahat are youhu dohohohoing?!” Moxxie squirmed and wriggled, trying to slip away from his wife. Millie wrapped her free arm around his waist, securing him while adding more wiggling fingers to his stomach.

“Gettin’ you outta your head, Mox. You got too much judgmental crud about yourself up there.” Millie placed a fluttery kiss behind his ear, making him squeak once again. Her fingers were still going at it, dragging the pointed claws along his belly and neck while her tail teased his side.

Moxxie instinctively folded like a lawn chair, his giggles squeaky and scratchy. His wife’s arm was the only thing keeping him from dropping to the floor.

“Mihihills! I cahahan’t- KYAAhahaha!” The sharpshooter kicked his hooves, each impact making a small clack against their wooden floor. Millie couldn’t help but coo at this.

“Aww, there we go, sugar~” She purred, chuckling against the warm skin of his neck. His careful bowtie placement was all messy now, skewed and crooked from Millie’s evil affection. She was hoping to get him all nice and messy before she stopped. He needed to see how amazing he was at his least dolled-up.

While his giggles were certainly music to her ears, she was looking for something with a bit more gusto. Millie wanted to really make him laugh.

Quickly spinning her husband around, she pushed him down onto their bed and grabbed his thighs. Moxxie’s eyes went as wide as saucers, but before he could say a word, her claws were wiggling into his sensitive skin.

“NAHAHAHO! MIHIHILIHIE PLEHEHEASE!” Moxxie’s precious giggles quickly rocketed up to loud, screeching cackles as Millie targeted his worst spot. He thrashed on the bed, ruining his hair and untucking his shirt in the process. She was quick to take advantage of that, slipping her tail underneath the fabric to tease his stomach once again.

“O-OHOHO MY SAHAHATAN!” Small tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, his cheeks stained a deeper, purple-ish red. The blush was adorable to Millie, though his tears showed she had gone far enough. She stilled her fingers, kissing his smiling lips.

“Ihihihi… oho cruhuhums…” Moxxie took a few deep, giggly breaths as he tried to regain his composure. That attack had come out of nowhere, but he didn’t exactly hate it. “Whahat was thahat for?”

“I already told ya, hon. You’re bein’ too hard on yourself.” Millie rolled off him, lying down beside her husband. He sighed, shaking his head.

“I juhust…I dunno, Millie. It’s just not enough. I need to be perfect.” She brushed a bit of his unruly hair back in place, humming. “I think you look pretty damn perfect right now, Mox. You’re only perfect when you’re you.”

Moxxie felt himself tear up at that. Millie was just…so herself. He thought she was perfect, so…maybe she was right. Leaning forward, he kissed her lovingly, his tail wrapping around hers.

Millie smiled into the soft embrace, cupping his face with one hand as the other held him close. He was so adorable just then: rosy cheeks, loving eyes, messy hair and love-drunk eyes. She could gaze at him for eternity and never tire of his most natural beauty.

“Uhum…what were we getting ready for again?” Moxxie asked as he pulled away, finally remembering that they had planned on going somewhere. It did kind of spoil the moment, but he genuinely couldn't remember.

“Well, I think…Blitz called us in? Somethin’ about a pop-up client.” Millie sighed, knowing that their boss was probably ready to kill them for not being there yet. She didn't regret a damn thing, of course; Moxxie was more important than work.

“Shit…you wanna get ready together?” Moxxie shrugged, offering the small moment. Millie looked him over one last time, taking in her perfectly amazing mess of a husband before nodding.

“Sounds good, Mox. But no spendin’ forever on silly things, got it?” She booped his nose for emphasis, wiggling a few sneaky fingers on his side. Moxxie giggled and jerked away, playfully glaring at her.

“Gohot it,” he agreed, sticking his tongue out with a smirk. Millie rolled her eyes before hopping off the bed as well, joining him by the mirror.

Moxxie looked into the reflective glass, seeing himself in near complete disarray. But, with Millie’s smiling figure by his side, loving every bit of him unconditionally, he couldn't help but like what he saw just that much more.

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Perfect Gossip Snack

Fandom: Outer Banks

Pairing: Rafe Cameron/JJ Maybank

Rating: General Audiences

Warning/Tag(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Stealing food, Sharing food, Eavesdropping

Summary: While working an underpaid job for a bunch of Kooks, JJ runs into some familiar faces and can't help but listen in. But in true JJ fashion, his job isn't done till he's left his mark.

Event(s): @eclipsingbingo with 'sharing food' | @fandom-free-bingo with 'are you obsessed with me?'

Can be read here

JJ's shift had been dragging on for what felt like hours. Scratch that, it had been hours. Clocking on for work just as the sun had begun rising and still working the same tables even though it was well-passed lunch made JJ question whether the extra cash was worth it.

Working for Kooks wasn't much of a bonus, not when they saw the ratty kid that he was and either turned their nose up at him, used him as an example for their children who were at least half his age, or tried to take him under their wings as if they were teaching him something. Though those Kooks were the ones who normally tipped a bit extra.

Checking the clock hooked onto the wall as he passed, JJ snatched a quick glimpse at the time. Finding himself with less than an hour left of his shift before he can make his way off Figure Eight and back to the Cut so he can relax for the remainder of the day.

But just as he was about to make his way past a table assigned to one of his coworkers and into the kitchen where he could waste a few minutes as he pretended to gather plates of food, he heard the whiny voice of someone familiar.

"She's your sister, Rafe," A voice he had been hoping to not hear for another good few months muttered in a defeated slum to the boy sitting across from him. Just the sound of his voice made JJ come to a halt, trying to make it look as natural as possible as he looked over at the table. "Can't you talk to her or something for me?"

"She likes you a lot more than she's ever liked me," Rafe responded to Topper's dejected stare, holding a laugh within his lips at all the fuss over his sister. JJ didn't know whether or not he should be surprised at the sight of the two being this was a Kook restaurant. Or perhaps he just couldn't believe how much bad luck he had."Just talk to her man, then you'll know there's no real fuss over John B."

"You're probably right," Topper agreed, taking a quick sip of his drink. The hand he used to lift his drink quickly came up to his temple, giving it a small rub as if just the thought of John B was giving him a headache. "I just can't understand what's so special about him to begin with."

"You know what Pogues are like," Rafe once again reassured, looking as if the conversation was boring him. "John B just happens to be one of the luckier ones."

"Couldn't help but notice you were talking about my boy over here," JJ proudly announced his presence, throwing all caution to the wind as he drew a seat over from an empty table and stationed it at Rafe and Topper's. Taking a heavy seat, he grins at the both of them, revelling in the disgusted looks that were thrown his way by the two. "You don't mind if I join this little chat, right?"

His face was one of innocence as he waited for a response. His eyes were wide, attempting to oversell himself though it only made him look more ridiculous.

Topper was gearing up to reject JJ's presence. His eyes flashed down to the uniform he was wearing and a foul twist of words sitting on his tongue ready to be spat. Rafe, however, beat him to it. With his lips quirking up and a shift in his seat so he was leaning back, Rafe said, "I don't see any harm in that. Maybe Maybank can give you some inside info, Topper."

"Maybe," Topper agreed, though he looked as if he had just eaten some mouldy bread, akin to what JJ had to eat that morning, and sitting near JJ was the last place he wanted to be. "So what do you have to say?"

"Say about what?" JJ questioned as if he hadn't been listening in to their conversation for the last few minutes.

"About Sarah and John B," Topper stated as if it was obvious. There was an exaggerated roll of his eyes that had his whole head spinning with them. "They've been hanging out more, haven't they? I can never get ahold of her because she's too busy running off with him."

"Oh, yeah, Sarah's 'round all the time," JJ grinned, a smile similar to the Chesire cats as he saw the disdain flash across Topper's face. It may have been a small lie, JJ never actually saw the girl but he knew John B was out and about with her, though Topper didn't need to know that. "I'm surprised they haven't completely skipped the talking stage and gone straight to third base now that she's dumped you. You'd think they would've with how they act around each other."

A sharp inhale through Topper's nose only widened JJ's grin as his head whipped around to face Rafe.

"I told you so," Topper hissed, annoyance clear on his face as he almost urgently whispered the words out as if JJ couldn't hear them. "She's already cozied up next to John B."

"Hey relax," Rafe tried to intervene, shooting JJ a look to tell him that he wasn't helping.

"Yeah, relax," JJ parroted his words, leaning a hand forward to quickly grab at a few of the fries on Rafe's plate. He was just quick enough to avoid being slapped on the wrist for his efforts. Waving the chips around as he spoke, JJ said, "They aren't together yet. You still have time to slither your way back in."

"Do you do this with all of your customers?" Rafe questioned, waiting for an answer from JJ and only continuing when all he got in return was a quirk of one of his brows. "Invite yourself over and then steal the food they've paid good money for?"

Eyes crinkling at the sides as he spoke with a smile, JJ teased, "Only the ones I like best."

Rafe seemed as if he was going to say more, his jaw tightening for half a second as he eyed JJ's face but was beaten to it before any words could even leave his mouth.

"JJ, stop slacking off just because you've been on your feet for a few hours," His boss's voice rang across the room, alerting him that his couple minutes chatting up the Kooks had gone noticed. "Do something productive for the last few minutes you're working."

"Yes sir," JJ jokingly saluted as he stood to his feet and quickly tucked the chair back to its rightful table. Turning back to his lovely guests, JJ couldn't help but snatch up a few more fries, daring as much to dip them in the sauce that Rafe had. Flicking it towards the blonde's face, a few droplets flying and smacking against him, JJ bid his farewell, not without having to hear Topper's distant call for more answers as he walked away, "I'll catch you two another day. It was fun talking about Topper's obsession with John B. Or maybe his obsession with me since John B just does everything I do but in a less cool manner. Are you obsessed with me Topped?"

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Chrissy was used to nightmares. She had them just as much as the next girl. Well… maybe more often considering how it was a weekly problem. But her nightmares had always been predictable. Her mom screaming at her and calling her ugly in front of the whole school, everyone somehow finding out she that she might, maybe, (definitely), was gay, or the classic of going to class naked on accident. Though the last one usually had the little spin of Jason vomiting at the sight of her nude. A fact that she actually missed, considering how lately Robin had replaced him in her subconscious as the disgusted party. 

The point was, they were normal and often. But they were never like this. Because for the past few days she had been plagued with horrifying dreams, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. There was this thing that kept following her in them, calling to her, chasing her. It knew things about her that no one else did, which should have made sense. It was her own mind after all. But… something felt wrong. It wasn’t like she was digging up her own personal demons, it felt like her brain was being invaded by pure malice, like something desperately wanted her dead. 

It made no sense. The thing had a voice, one that she didn’t recognize despite how surreally present it felt. Almost… like she could hear it even when she wasn’t sleeping. A symptom of her lack of sleep she was sure, that had her way too freaked out. She was definitely being over dramatic about the whole thing. They were just dreams, they would pass eventually. So she kept them to herself, deciding that there was no reason in worrying anyone over her stupid brain. She would fly under the radar until the weirdness passed and then everything would be back to normal again. The only problem was that certain people were making it very hard to fly under the radar.

That was one issue about keeping her newer friends, they cared way too much. Eddie kept shooting her worried looks, Nancy was being extra attentive to her in their shared classes, and Steve had already sent her home with three different kinds of baked goods in the past five days. They knew something was wrong, but at least they bought her excuse. She blamed all their worries on her mom. All of the pressure she was putting on her for the big game. Which might as well have been true. She probably was the root cause to all of her nightmares anyway. 

Everyone took it at face value. Everyone but Robin. Because of course, it would be Robin. Robin knew there was something more going on, if her constant hovering was anything to go by. She was extra attentive lately, doing the silliest little things. Like calling her thirty minutes after seeing each other, just to check in. Or carrying her books down the hallway for her with the prettiest smile, always saying something about how it was a band nerd’s duty to take care of the head cheerleader. It was so stupid and Chrissy always tried to half heartedly fight her on it, even though she always lost. And Chrissy… hated how much she loved that.

It didn’t help that Jason was starting to get weird about the whole thing. Always making joking reminders that he was her boyfriend. Not that Chrissy cared. She wished she did, but… she really had to break up with him soon. It would make the Robin fantasies easier to handle. Then at least she’d only have to feel guilty to one person. She just had to wait until the game was over, and then she’d do it. But for now she had bigger problems. 

Because the dreams weren’t passing. If anything they were getting worse, she was getting worse. She was dead tired all the time, sleep or no sleep. It was bad enough that she just decided to stop trying by the third day. It wasn’t safe. Even a half hour nap was enough space for the nightmares to come crawling back. They were starting to mess with her, bad. Bad enough for it to get harder and harder to hide it. Bad enough for her to actually hallucinate. 

Or at least, that’s what she thought was happening. There was no other explanation than her going insane from sleep deprivation. She just… hadn’t expected it to get so life like. And she knew no one else was seeing what she was. She couldn’t tell anyone, not unless she wanted to be put into a mental institution. Even Robin would think she was crazy for this.

Probably. 

Maybe.

Or maybe not. Robin was far from the type to judge. She was tempted. But… no. Especially not after what happened in the bathroom. 

One minute she was throwing up in the toilet and the next her mom was there. Calling her, taunting her. But it wasn’t her. She couldn’t make the walls shake. She couldn’t make Chrissy see that thing. She had ran the second things had calmed down. It was too real, way, way too real. It was getting harder to justify what was happening. How could it all be in her head? 

But then again, how could it not be?

All Chrissy knew was that she needed sleep. Uninterrupted, demon less sleep. Then she would be fine. That was it. If she had to force it then fine. She couldn’t go on like this for another night. Chrissy wasn’t exactly a big fan of doing drugs, but she was still friends with a drug dealer. It seemed to be her best bet.

And Eddie had been nice about it when she went to see him. Of course he had. He was always so sweet to her, despite the fact that she didn’t deserve it. She didn’t even have the courage to admit that they were friends in public while he was fully ready to give her free ketamine. Ride included.

But despite the guilt, she still took him up on it. If it could tranquilize a horse, than it would definitely work for her. Then this nightmare would finally be over. The hope was enough to get her through the rest of the night, despite the fact that she was dancing on dead feet. But they won thank god, that meant that Jason would be too busy celebrating to pay her any attention. She slipped away with ease, too exhausted to notice any sharp eyes following her to Eddie’s van.

She just needed this to be over. 

Eddie was the perfect gentlemen when they got inside the trailer. He even offered to put some music on, an obvious attempt to calm her down. Just one more sign that her perfect mask had long since slipped. She was too busy jumping at shadows to pretend otherwise. She stayed in the living room as he dug around for it, hugging herself as she waited. 

The music was at least helping. Her grandma used to love Karen Carpenter. She closed her eyes, gently humming it to herself as she waited. Then, she felt an ice-cold draft, which was odd. She knew he had closed the door behind them. She opened her eyes, fully expected to see the Munson door hanging open. 

But she wasn’t in the trailer. She was… home. Chrissy whipped around, nearly stumbling as she looked at her living room. How-what? She could barely even comprehend what was happening before the lights started to flicker, the stairs creaking.

“Chrissy.”

It was him. That horrible, horrible voice. But now it was closer than ever, coupled by heavy foot steps on straining woods. But this wasn’t right. She wasn’t asleep. It was like the damn bathroom all over again but worse. How did she get here? Where was Eddie? Where were her parents? Her brother?

“Chrissy.”

That sound felt invasive, like it was slicing right through her. Invisible fingers prodding in her brain, bizarre and painful. And it was only getting closer.

She had no idea what was happening, who he was or what he wanted. 

She just knew she had to run. 

She sprinted in a random direction, anywhere to get away from that voice. But things kept changing. Her windows weren’t her windows, all of them boarded up. There were no working doors, there was nothing. Only the sound of that thing slowly coming towards her. And… singing. A soft voice coming from a direction she couldn’t name.

It was almost like it was coming from everywhere, but it was so small in comparison to it. The thing that was rounding the corner, disgusting and vaguely human shaped. A thing made of pure malice, staring her down as she cried for help, banging on the boarded up windows. But no one was coming, no one could hear her. 

She turned, just to find herself nearly face to face with it, a gnarled, burned monster.

She was going to die here. She didn’t know how she knew but the second it touched her she would be gone. 

It was talking as it reached for her, words that Chrissy couldn’t hear, she was too terrified to retain any monologues. She was too busy having her life flash before her eyes, the sickening realization hitting that she was never going to see anyone she loved again. 

Then… she heard it again. The singing. It was clearer now, louder despite the fact that her mind was so loud. But she knew she heard it, somewhere here. She had nowhere to go, she knew that. She had already tried and trying again would just lead to this again, delayed by mere moments.

But then she heard him, the sound of Eddie’s voice screaming, “Chrissy! Wake up! I don’t like this! What the fuck!”

It was enough to have her moving, her body acting before her mind could catch up. She ducked right out of his slow, methodic reach, diving between the creatures legs before bolting. 

The entire house was different now, derelict and devoid of anything that used to make it hers. She was somewhere else again, but that didn’t stop her from running up the stairs, desperately trying to follow those voices. 

She could hear it coming after her, more hurried than the slow walk from before. She didn’t look back, she just burst into the first door she could find, her heart in her throat as she looked around. She didn’t have to look far. There on the far wall was… her. She could see herself floating in the air, Eddie screaming below her. It didn’t make sense but she wasn’t going to question it. 

Not when she felt the air go cold behind her, that voice growling, “Come back.”

She didn’t. She sprinted forward, running right into the image of herself. Then everything changed, within a split second. Suddenly she was falling, landing right on top of a still screaming Eddie.

She scrambled back, breathing heard as she frantically looked around. She was back, it was gone, but not for good. All she could do then was burst into tears. 

from the next chapter of this fic

#steddie #chrissy cunningham #buckingham #eddie munson #steddie fic #chrissy lives #steve harrington #the universe trapped in your skin #it's been months since i updated this story #mostly because season 4 is very messy and hard to wrap my head around in the way I want to do it #but im finally writing it again #more than i have in months #no idea when it will update but hey things are happening!

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Maze runner chapter fifteen

Masterlist

Previous chapter.

Thomas wakes with a jump and sees a crow pecking at the food in his bag. He shoes the bird away waking Minho in the process. Newt was already awake, sitting half up, resting on his elbow, you curled into his side. You all slowly get up. Thomas helps Winston to stand, the pain in his stomach making it difficult for him to move too quickly. The sun was high in the sky as you began your trudge through what was once a city.

“Whoa, whoa hang on stop.” Thomas said as he listened to the sky. There was a rumbling above you all and you each scrambled to hide below rubble in the street. Newt knocks into your arm and you try to hide your wince. A burg hovers above the cityscape and you wait for it to pass.

Outside of the main city you climb up a sand Dune looking out over the Sea of sand you would need to cross. A mountain range in the distance was Thomas's goal.

“A little further, guys. Those mountains, that's gotta be it. That's where we're going.” He states

“That's a long way off.” Newt sighs

“Then we better get moving.” Thomas smiles. Beside you Winston removes his bag from his shoulder, he takes a step and falls forward. He tumbles down the Dune.

“Winston! Hey, Winston!”

“Winston!” you all crowd around him as he gasps for air.

“He's hurt pretty bad.” Frypan states worriedly.

“What do we do?” Teresa asks the boys. Mai Mai nudges your hand and Huff's a hot breath out of her nose. You follow her with your eyes as she moves to a pile of sticks.

“Thomas!” You grab him and drag him over to the wood. Between you, him and Aris you build a kind of stretcher that you're able to attach to Mai Mai's harness. The boys lay Winston on it and you start walking. You all take it in turns to grab part of the stretcher and help the tiger pull.

“Extra meat for you tonight.” Frypan laughed, giving the tiger a head scratch.

The eight of you walk all day, stopping only briefly to take sips from your water bottles. A sand storm blew in and whipped at your eyes. Newt grabbed out for your hand to keep you close to him.

“Gotta find shelter!” Thomas shouted.

After a few hours the storm blew out again and you all came out of your hiding spot. Thomas walked up to the small hill and Teresa followed him. Newt says beside you and Minho.

“Hey, what's going on with you?” Thomas asked Teresa. She bit down on her lip before she spoke.

“They did something to me. At first it just felt like I was waking up from a dream or something. Then they all started coming back.” She said, moving her scarf and hair away to show Thomas the tattoo on her neck.

“Your memories? What do you remember?” He asks.

“I remember the first time they brought you in. I was taller than you then. And faster.” They both laugh, “And I remember why we were there. We thought we could fix all this. They were doing more than just testing us. There was a reason y/n was put in the maze so early and why they had mixed groups in other ones.” She said.

“What?” Thomas didn't remember the reason.

“They were hoping some of the kids would…well that they'd have children. So they could see what the next generation’s blood would be like.”

“That's disgusting.” Thomas felt his chest tighten at the thought, “that's why they did a test on y/n?”

“On all the girls.” She paused, “I think we should go back.”

“ What?” Thomas gawked at her.

“Just listen to me.” Teresa tried to explain.

“What are you talking about? Go back?After everything they've done to us.”

“No, it's not that simple.”

“Yeah, I think it is that simple.” Thomas but back at her.

“No. You don't understand? Everything was fine until you…” she cut herself off

“What?”

“Nothing.” She shook her head.

“Teresa, what aren't you telling me?”

A gunshot stops their conversation.

“Hey! Guys, get down here!” Frypan shouted.

“Winston what are you doing, man?”

“ Give me that!”

“What's going on?” Mai Mai was standing over Winston, her paws either side of his arms.

“What happened?” Thomas asked when he reached them.

“He just woke up and grabbed the gun and then he tried to…” you answer.

“Give it back, please.” Winston said between strained breaths.

“Winston, are you okay?” Thomas moves a little closer to him. Mai Mai stepped back.

“It's growing… inside me,” he lifted his shirt to show you all the deep slices across his stomach. The skin had turned a horrible purple, black colour and the smell was like rotten meat, “I'm not gonna make it. Please. Please. Don't let me turn into one of those things.” he begged. Newt moved across the group and took the handgun from Frypan's hand.

“Wait, Newt…” he ignores you and and kneels beside his friend, slipping the gun into Winston's hand.

“Thank you. Now, get outta here.” Winston coughed out.

“Good-bye, Winston.” Newt whispered. You all say goodbye to him one by one and you try to hold back your tears. Mai Mai gives him a nudge with her nose and licks the side of his face making him laugh just a little bit.

“Thomas. Take care of them.” Winston says as the rest of you walk away.

You walk in silence in a straight line each of you waiting for a dreading the moment you would hear the gun go off. It shook you all into standing still as it echoed around the empty space. A tear fell.down your face as you pressed your hand to the bite wound on your arm. It hurt, really hurt but you hadn't thought it was any worse than it should have been.

Your group continues walking till you reach an upturned boat and take shelter around it. Aris built a fire for.you all and huddled around it. Mai Mai laid behind you to keep your back warm.

“I thought we were supposed to be immune.” Minho said, twisting a flick knife around in his hands.

“Not all of us, I guess.” Teresa sighed. She was lying on the other side of Newt.

“If Winston can get infected… we should assume so can the rest of us.” Newt says and you once again look at your arm. You wonder if you should show them all.

“I never thought I'd say it, I miss the Glade.” Frypan mused. You all agreed. Newt turned round and folded his arm over your shoulder so you could cuddle into him and you both settled down with your heads on Mai Mai's belly. With everyone else around you supposedly asleep he turned to you.

“So, about what we're talking about before…can I…I mean would be my girlfriend?” he said in a quiet voice.

“Yes, yeah. I'd like that.” You say back to him.

“At last!” Minho called out, making everyone else laugh uncontrollably. You felt a little embarrassed but it was nice to laugh again. Newt pulled you a bit closer to him and you all went to sleep.

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I’ve finished season 2 of The Newsreader two hours and a half ago, and I’ve yet to be able to talk about my feels with ANYONE, so I’m doing what I do in most cases when I have too many feels about something—opening a new word document to write things down.

This season genuinely surprised me so many times. I had no actual expectations, but I had thoughts on what might happen from the season promo and the episodes' synopses. Most of the time, turned out I was absolutely wrong, and I’ve never been happier to be wrong.

This is not very coherent, more ‘string of thoughts’ than anything else, and I’m skipping soooo many things but here are my main thoughts/emotions on each episode:

Episode 3 Greed and Fear

I knew it would be about Helen’s past being dug out and was so worried. Didn’t expect to be laughing so much?? Like, only a couple of scenes but god those were genuinely funny. Gerry’s wife telling Helen’s about her torn vagina from giving birth? Lindsay’s song about Charlie being hit hard in the economic crash? Absolute gold.

The "hey let’s get married to give that columnist something else to write about” idea from Dale and Helen’s reaction to it went about as well as I expected it to go.

I have to say, I did not expect the Helen & Charlie’s interactions to get that real that fast but I…kinda liked it? I still think Charlie’s a shit head but I loved that they made him feel like an actual human? Genuinely fond of that scene of him and Helen in his office waiting for midnight, with her on his couch telling him about her past, it just felt genuine.

Don’t get me started on Helen and Dale on HER couch at the end of the episode though. Just, I want to live there, in that scene. With them cuddling on that couch, and nothing bad ever ever happening to their couple, ever.

Episode 4 The Hungry Truth

This episode was a punch in the gut. The way the approached the Bicentennial event and the Aboriginal side of the story was so poignant and heartbreaking. That shot of them watching the cheery News at Six promo at the end instead of the planned interview with Lynus was captivating in a ‘I feel sick in the stomach’ kind of way.

Helen’s convictions and hard work being cast aside and spat on again at the last second was infuriating, she tries SO HARD to stand up for those who don’t have a voice and she hits walls every step of the way.

Dale’s real proposal? I'm still recovering. When I read the initial synopsis, I worried he was going to do something *big*, but he didn’t. It was intimate and romantic and sincere, and holy hell couldn’t have happened at a worse time ??? I know there was no way for him to really ‘hide’ his preparations from Helen at that point but ugh.

That end scene had me in tears tbh, both Sam and Anna just killed me. Because you can tell Helen loves Dale and he loves her yet she turns him down and everything hurts?

Episode 5 A Model Daughter

Let me just say I’ve loved Kay’s character. I love the extra depth it brought to the Walters family, and I love how she allowed for the very real issue of heroin addiction to be explored this season. And obviously, I love how her story intertwined with Helen’s and the way it made this episode unfold, like, DAAAAMN.

But first of all, Helen and Dale. Oh the pain. Oh the sweet sweet pain. I binged so I barely had time to process any of my feelings, but I felt all the feelings. It was dramatic without being overdramatic. Again, all of it felt so human. I wish we’d seen more actual conversation between Helen and Dale with Helen explaining exactly why she doesn’t want marriage and why she broke it off completely, but there’s enough there to get it and just hurt with them.

That scene of them in the make up room, after Dale realizes there’s been some ‘flirting’ going on between her and Charlie? SO many things are said without them needing to actually say them, it just hangs in the air and OH THE DELICIOUS PAIN.

That award party was so good, they were all so drunk and I was so worried about Dale. And then the whole Gerry, Tim, Dale thing was wholesome for about two and half seconds. I wasn’t sure when the ‘gay club’ scene would happen or how Dale would end up there, I didn’t expect things to happen that way, it was like watching a car crash in slow motion. I feel sad for people who ship Dale and Tim because I’m sure this is not how they hoped Tim’s character would come back—and that the random dude Dale wakes up next to is not who they were hoping for. Dale’s whole spiraling out this episode was just painful in a painfully perfect way.

Everything about Kay’s interview, every character involved…ugh so damn good. The interview itself made me cry, but that’s probably because of my own issues haha. Kay going to Helen and begging her to take her part off the story, not knowing Lindsay decided to make the story ALL about her and her parents against Helen’s assurances that they wouldn't do that.

Helen’s demeanor sitting at that desk, finally deciding that enough is enough. HELEN STANDING UP, GETTING THE TAPES AND DESTROYING THE TAPES WHILE WALKING OUT.

Actual Queen. Might be my favorite sequence in the entire season, but don’t take my word for it yet. Of course she goes to Charlie and jumps on him right after that but everyone’s human hahahaaaaa.

Episode 6 Fireworks

I don’t even know what to say, I’m still trying to process this. They gave us time with everyone, and I loved every second of it, but I still begged for more time with Helen and Dale, individually and together. Now I get what Sam meant by ‘Dead Dale’. Oh yes he’s the Big Guy now with the Big House, King of News and all that but he’s clearly dead inside too, so that’s nice I guess.

The way they resolved the issue of “Helen and Charlie” being a thing in under 3 minutes combined was beautiful to be honest. I was losing it watching that short, extremely distressing montage of Charlie and Helen like, might have clawed at my face a bit. But the way she threw him out of her life the second he dared say some shit about Dale? Beautiful.

Lindsay needs to die in a fire though. I’m so glad Dennis punched him in the face but someone needs to push him in front of a bus. That scene between him and Helen in his office was just VILE. What a pathetic excuse for a human being, all these things he did to her and SAID to her, I am not okay. And him sabotaging her at her new job like, DIE ALREADY OMG.

Was it really Gerry who told the columnist about Tim though??? Because that scene between Gerry and Dale, all unspoken? GOD. This damn show.

Gotta end with Helen and Dale. I am so upset. I think/hope they will find their way back together WHEN we get a 3rd season, and I believe them learning to live apart is needed and necessary, BUT GOD I AM GENUINELY HURTING. Helen’s desperate proposal was so upsetting. The fact that Dale was too dead inside to tell her more than “no” and “just do your job” like.

I don’t even blame him because he’s a hot mess trapped in his own catatonia but THE PAIN. That airport scene, someone put me out of my misery please, how dare they use THAT song (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, anyone??). Also, I realize I’m extremely biased given how much I love Anna Torv but??? She doesn’t say a single word in that scene as she watches Dale on the tv yet you know exactly what she’s thinking and feeling and everything hurts.

Noelene and Rob? So sorry I didn’t mention you at all in this post yet, you were so lovely and precious and so necessary for my emotional sanity, absolutely love how they “mirrored” and contrasted Helen and Dale, even if it adds to my pain as a Helen/Dale shipper who just watched three failed proposals in the span of 8 hours.

This show better be renewed. I need them to fix this mess. Wonderfully crafted mess but still a mess.

#the newsreader #the newsreader spoilers #long incoherent rambling about my emotions #since i have no one to talk to #so many more things i could talk about

[that-one-gay-writer1227]

30-Day Writing Challenge: Day five, Protecting and Comforting You After a Bad Day

A/N; Hey everyone, I just wanted to let y'all know that today's submission is very self-indulgent. I've had a harsh few days and so I made this fic into a bit of a pick-me-up for myself. Also, I apologize for the late post, I guess I should work on my time management a little bit more lol, but to make up for it I wrote this one to be extra long. Remember, take time for yourself, stay happy, drink water, and I love you, you lovelies <3

Warning: cussing, a smidge of angst, your co-worker is a jerk who should be arrested (physical fight), people are jerks, mentions negative self-image/thoughts.

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Today you were late again. It wasn't your fault, you got preoccupied with some hilichurls on your way. Though you might not be the strongest or flashiest fighter, you still knew enough that it kept you safe on days like this.

Once you finally arrived at work, your co-worker was livid. Yelling at you for the first half hour of your shift, as if he didn't have his own work to be doing. It was one thing for there to be a snide comment every now and then, you'd learn to expect it. But a whole 30 minutes of hearing about the ways "you failed the company" is where you draw the line.

You had walked into the building, and went to grab your uniform to start commission work when suddenly you find that co-worker-kilo was standing at your desk, a sour look very present on his face. You took a breath and walked over not knowing what you'd gotten into.

"Where. the hell. have you BEEN y/n?! Do you really think we have time to wait almost 40 minutes for you to show up late? Seriously. I'm disappointed. Makes me wonder why the company keeps you around sometimes." His face was red and his breath heavy. He pinched the bridge of his nose and scoffed disgustedly. "I hope you know you're only around cuz' you got lucky. You didn't earn this nor are you worth the title so don't act like Lei won't replace you."

Wow. You hadn't even sat at your desk and this asshole decided to start talking down to you. Normally this kind of talk didn't bother you as much as today, but something about how he worded it really hit you where it hurts. You felt a lump in your throat and opened your mouth to talk but no words came out.

"Exactly. Good job. Now you're starting to see. But hey since you wanna be late all the time, why don't you make up for it by picking up some of the loose work around here." Kilo said walking to his desk not too far from yours, picking up a few client files and dropping them onto your already mountain high pile. "These are due by the evening by the way."

As he walked away to start his own work, you took a seat and began sorting through the papers that you had taken home the night before to work on.

It took a little less than an hour, but you were finally finished with the stationary paper-pushing part of your job. You picked up all of the files that weighed a ton, and put them in your side bag, then headed out the door.

Your first client was a younger woman who lived just outside of town. You made your way down the path to her family abode. You looked at the exterior, feeling a slight tinge of jealousy. It was much larger than your apartment and from what you knew is that your client was around your age. It made you wonder what you were doing with your life, feeling a little down about what was said earlier.

You shook the thoughts from your mind, remembering you had a job to finish. You walked up to the front door fully and knocked on the door. An older man who looked to be in his late 50s opened the door and stared at you absently.

"Hi sir, I'm y/n from Lei's tailors. I am here to see ms.-" But he cut you off by holding a hand up to you. He sighed and stepped to the side, allowing you to walk in. He guided you through the entrance, to a room on the left.

"Wait here a moment" Is all he said to you before he left. You took this opportunity to look around. The furniture was white with this white lace embroidery pattern, and most of the decor consisted of glass or porcelain. The walls had this wallpaper of white with gold trim and designs. To be honest, it made you a little nervous standing in there since everything was so clean. There was a small, older-looking desk that you walked over to. The wood was smooth and looked worn, but not in any way that would be considered tacky. More or less like an antique desk would.

"Mx. Y/n, This is lady Jing. Lady Jing, This is the artist commissioned for your dress." The man who led you to this room earlier broke you from your thoughts. You turned around and looked at Ms. Jing.

Ms. Jing looked to be slightly older than you. Not by much, maybe a year or two. She had long cascading black hair and bright green eyes. She had a slim frame, and was much taller than you are.

You felt your face heat up when you realize that you were staring a little too long. You began apologizing quite but profusely, but Ms. Jing only chuckled. "It's quite alright. Shall we sit down and discuss designs?"

You nodded in response, and let her lead the way. You both walked into another room next to the one with the white and gold theme, and out another door to a patio. The patio was still white and gold, but the columns and beams were covered in well-kept green vines.

The two of you sat at a round glass table. You pulled out your sketchbook and flipped to a plain page.

"Ms. Jing, were there any specifics you'd like to request for your design?" You asked, breaking the silence. Ms. Jing nodded curtly.

"Yes. You see, This is for a presentation event my father has planned in a few weeks.. He sells weaponry at a few shops you might've seen in liyue harbor. He recently made a new line of bows he'd like to present. My fiance is coming with us on a date and he's decided on wearing purple formal wear. I need something tight fitting and a medium purple like this so our clothing matches." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small purple cloth. The purple wasn't very vibrant, but a medium shade of imperial jasper.

You gingerly took the fabric and began sketching. It took you about 30 minutes, but after you both were talking about shapes and styles, you'd draw a tight-fitted, purple cheongsam dress that had light purple flowers towards the hems. The dress had a neat slit on the left side that went from the hem to around 3/4th of the way up. You turned to draw around and Ms. Jing's whole face lit up. "Oh my archons! This is beautiful. You really are quite talented!"

You smiled feeling very proud of your work. You said a quiet thank you as you gathered your materials into your bag. You pulled out her file and settled payment methods rather quickly.

This led to you exchanging goodbyes and on your way to the next client. His house wasn't too far from Ms. Jing's so you'd begin walking.

This client wasn't nearly as kind though. He was incredibly rude the entire time. Telling you about how "shitty your work was" or how he hated every design you had made. Eventually, after an hour of his insisting on rambling, you made something he was content with and practically shoved you out the door after payment was settled. This is similar to how all the rest of your clients were. rude and insensitive to your work.

It was later that evening when you finally made it back to the shop. You had made it through over 12 clients, each taking anywhere between 20-40 minutes except for one, which isn't too terrible.

By the time you made it back, the sun was setting and you still had to submit the designs and files after logging the information in the archives. Well, the only problem with this was the fact that kilo was the only one in the office since everyone else's shift ended.

You were sure that he stayed behind to belittle you more, simply because that's what this deadbeat did normally. You set your bag down next to your station and opened your bag, pulling out the files, you walked over to the archive room ignoring kilo standing to follow you.

The room was dimly lit by a single lantern, coasting across all the bookshelves and file cases. You walked to the appropriate stand and began working. 

Kilo was walking behind you. Just as you went to turn, he slammed you into the table locking either side of your body with his arms. "Nuh uh, your ass isn't going anywhere honey." He leaned in staring at you with absolute disgust. "I was thinking about earlier, and I wanted to apologize. I should've been a little more clear with what I meant." 

You leaned away and try to push him off of you. "Get the hell off me kilo. " 

"No, you're gonna stop!" He slammed a hand over your arm, pinning it to your side and growling at you. "Listen here you little bitch, you act so entitled and I think you need to be taught a lesson-"

You interrupted him but kicking him in the shins and running out the door, forsaking your paperwork. At this point you only had one thought in mind: run. 

Racing past the desks, and through the doors, you moved as fast as your exhausted legs would take you. Making it down the pathway, you felt beyond exasperated. 

Now, during the most inconvenient moment of all time, you remember that you haven't taken care of yourself at all today. You hadn't eaten and you only drank a cup of (f/d) to start your day. Maybe that had a part in why you now felt so tired after only running a few minutes. 

You couldn't keep moving, your legs were burning and you were sure that you'd made enough distance. You found an alleyway on the other side of town. Slipping in you slid down the wall and sat there catching your breath.

You felt hot tears falling down your face. You honestly just wanted your boyfriend at this point. Xiao always seemed to brighten even the darkest of days. Remembering him and his comfort, you remember what he always said 'whenever you need me, call my name.' You knew you shouldn't bother him, especially for something as small as this, But you couldn't stop his name from falling from your lips as your cries grew harder and more sorrowful. 

Within a flash, he appeared in front of you. Xiao looked ready to fight to the death of whatever foe stood in his way of protecting you. It took him a moment to realize that you were not in physical danger right then and there, but he also took notice of your crying and shaking figure. 

His eyes widened for a moment before he crouched in front of you. Now bear with him please, he's never been exposed to any comfort like what you need, so he kind of has to guess at this moment. He took both hands to cup your cheeks and look into your eyes. 

"What happened?" Was all he uttered, his tone beyond gentle and caressing. He gently glided his thumb under your cheeks to catch your still-flowing tears. You went to speak but all that came out was strangled words and sobs, leading to you giving up on talking and just hugging him. 

His body stiffened for a moment before he wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry out everything you needed to. 

Without realizing it, he teleported both you and himself back to wangshu inn. 

It took you some time, but you were finally able to calm down enough to talk. You told him about everything that had happened today, explaining how you felt and even the fact that you forgot to eat that entire day. Xiao was a good listener. He soaked in every word attentively. (Plus he was internally planning on teaching kilo a few manners) by the end of it, he even gave you a rare smile. 

"You are stronger than you accredit yourself for. You shouldn't listen to the darkness around you. It will crawl into your soul and consume you. You need rest. I'll get you food when you awake." His comfort, although it isn't helpful in terms of advice, was still warm enough to hit your heart and make you feel happier than you did earlier.

You went to hug him again, and this one he returned almost immediately. Placing a hand around your waist and a hand in your hair. 

"Thank you Xiao, I would be lost without you."

#xiao angst #xiao x reader fluff #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #requests r open btw #requests open #xiao fluff #xiao #genshin fluff #genshin boys #genshin impact #reader is not traveller

[neyswxrld]

the cherry on top

Waxer x reader (gn)

warnings: reader has a really bad day, some mean comments

word count: ~820

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the sixth fic for my advent calendar!

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! 

Today was the worst day of your life. Ever.

It all started when you overslept and had to rush through your morning routine. You didn't even have enough time to eat your breakfast or give Waxer a goodbye kiss. Instead, you were running down the streets, trying to start work on time.

As if that wasn't enough, just as you were about to run around the last corner that separated you from your destination, you tripped over something and fell on the ground, directly into a cold puddle. You were covered in mud from head to toe.

But you knew yourself and your clumsiness well enough to have some extra clothes at your workstation. It wouldn't be a problem.

Hah! You thought so. Turns out, with all the hustle and bustle, you forgot your keys.

You were wet and dirty, and the cold winter air didn't make anything better. You felt miserable and were freezing.

Just as you wanted to just give up and go home again, you heard someone calling your name.

"What are you waiting for? Avoiding work?" The high-pitched voice of your least favorite coworker broke your loneliness as she stepped closer, putting her key into the keyhole of the door. "You look like trash," she commented, but you try to ignore her.

"Forgot my keys. Thanks," you mutter, ignoring her mean comment, stepping in and stumbling to the elevator.

And that was just the morning. The rest of the day wasn't really getting better.

After some more mean comments from your coworker and your forgotten lunch, your computer suddenly stopped working. So you had to do the boring work.

The time passes too slowly, but when you finally can go, you pack all of your things and almost run home.

Just when you're right in front of the door and want to open it, you realize that you not only forgot your work keys but your whole keychain.

In addition to that, all the lights are off. Waxer isn't home.

With a glance at the calendar on your phone, you realize that today is the day when he comes home late. He wouldn't be here for another few hours.

You couldn't take it anymore.

Frustrated, you let yourself fall on the stairs. You pull your legs to your body, hug them with your arms, and bury your face in your knees.

You feel a familiar pressure behind your eyes, and after some seconds, you give up and allow the tears to leave your eyes.

The weather is windy, you start to freeze again, and you just can't help but hope that the cold stairs beneath you won't give you cystitis.

While you sit there crying, you don't even hear footsteps coming closer.

Only when warm hands settle on the sides of your knees, you notice that someone is here.

Startled, you look up, directly into the brown eyes of your love. He is kneeling in front of you, looking worried.

"Waxer!" you cry out, relieved. You jump into his arms, almost tackling him to the ground.

"What are you doing here? I thought you're working late," you mumble, squeezing him tight.

"I wanted to surprise you," he says, stroking your back slightly. "I wanted to cook for you and make us a sweet evening, but I was stopped at work several times," he explains further, pushing you back a bit to wipe your tears away.

"Come on, you're shaking. Let's get in, and then you can tell me what has got you so upset, okay?" he suggests, already pulling you up.

You nod, and while he is opening the door and helping you out of your jacket and boots, you tell him about your bad day.

Waxer listens carefully, nods, and sometimes comments. When you finish, you already feel better.

"What about that: You go shower and warm up, and while you do that, I'll cook us something nice, eh?" he proposes again, and the hungry rumble of your stomach provides the answer.

"Yes, please. I'm starving," you agree additionally.

About half an hour later, you're showered, smell good again, and feel warm. As you walk into the kitchen, you see Waxer standing on the stove with your grandma's apron around his neck. He's stirring something in a pot, and everything smells delicious.

You come up behind him and lay your face on his bag and hug him.

"You okay?" he asks quietly, laying his free hand on top of yours.

"Yeah. Now I am," you whisper, enjoying the way he slowly starts to sway from left to right while cooking.

Waxer is the best thing that happened to you today, but that isn't a surprise.

Waxer is great, handsome. He knows what you need, usually before you even know it, and is there for you when you need him.

He's always the cherry on top for you, and you enjoy every second you have with him.

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@isthereanechoinhere96

#waxer x reader #clone trooper waxer #lieutenant waxer #tcw waxer #waxer x you #waxer #having a bad day #cooking dinner #star wars the clone wars #the clone wars fanfiction #all i want for christmas advent calendar #star wars #star wars advent calendar #tcw advent calendar

[thecameronchronicles]

Distractions

TW: Smut, language. 

SUMMARY: after hiding your crush on Topper for the last three years, you finally decide to make a move... 

PS-No hate to Sarah 

Word Count: 2900

Distractions 

It finally happened. For the first time in your friendship with Topper Thornton, he was single. You'd waited three years for this after he started dating Sarah Cameron, the kook princess. You always felt incomparable to her with her Bratz-doll comparison and eloquence, her grace but strong sex appeal. To summarize, she made you feel inadequate in every way possible. And yet, she wasn't smart enough to see what you saw in Topper. 

You knew this from the way she'd treat him. Always talking over him and undermining his jokes, stories, and opinions, dragging him along to the activities she liked as he'd play the role of a boyfriend all while hiding the look of annoyance in his eyes, and lastly, using him to fit into her bubble wrap lifestyle despite the fact she was more of a free spirit than the debutante her family wanted her to be. But even if she'd made the decision you'd secretly hoped for each day, you hated to see him in pain. Even if it meant she was out of the picture. 

But then you had another obstacle. Yourself. The thing was, Topper was your friend but in a term so loose it was just beyond that of a stranger. Because he was friendly with everyone. Every guy knew the layout of his house for his weekly pool parties and every girl had attended his surf competitions as an excuse to see him shirtless. And in both instances, he'd offer that million dollar smile and words of comfort and small talk. 

This was how you'd met, three years ago during one of Rafe's parties. Seeing you alone, he'd offered a drink and a tour, sharing a pleasant conversation as you swore you'd fallen in love with him in that moment from the deep conversation and interest shared for hours. But that very next day, he'd walked the halls of the Kook academy with Sarah Caemron, destroying your hopes and your heart in the process. 

Which was why when you saw him nursing his third beer, you realized it was now or never. ‘Now’ in case she'd come to her senses and realize her mistake. And ‘never’ in case you'd never have this nerve again. For this, you collected the shot from the closest table, swallowing it without a chaser for optimum effect, and made your way to join him with his somber isolation away from the majority of the party. 

"Want some company?" He nodded, half drunk and half high from the cannabis offered by your host to each and every patron all for that extra cash. As you'd denied it, a portion of you came  to regret it as you needed anything to take the edge off. 

"You know...I just don't get it..." He spoke, trailed off into the disrespectful remark of someone clearly over him as you'd shown in small ways that you'd always supported him. Even if you didn't have much of a reason, he'd always give a smile and a kind hello, even lingering a gaze in a few instances, but always keeping a distance that made you wonder if he ever thought of you in that capacity as well. But now, you subjected yourself to his mourning as it meant being with him. 

"I did everything...I was patient and giving...I mean...three years and we didn't even have sex and I never cheated on her or anything.." He shook his head, this fact baffling you as you couldn't imagine NOT wanting to have sex with Topper. He was exceedingly handsome and emanated a warmth from his confidence that drew girls in like moths to flames-you being no exception. But to think of being with him in that way and not allowing those touches, made the truth to part your silent lips. 

"She's an idiot, Topper..." His eyes rose to you in surprise. 

"I don't think I've ever heard you talk bad about anyone..." 

"Yeah...well...I don't think you're right for each other...I don't think she was good to you..." His eyes narrowed for just a moment as his lips parted to speak before he shook off the thought. 

"What?" 

"Nah, it's nothing..." 

"No...please...I want to know..." You pushed, crossing your legs and relaxing with your palms supporting you as you enjoyed the water and waited for his response. 

"I just...I thought...There were so many times I wanted her to be more like you." His words left you stunned as this relaxation was replaced with tension. But it was a tension that was synonymous to a knotted muscle being massaged; necessary for imminent pleasure. 

"You're always so sweet and supportive and you never play any games... and you're loyal...I mean it, you've used the same shampoo since I've known you-" You chuckled at how he knew such a detail. 

"You'd never cheat on someone you said you loved...You wouldn't make them think you loved them and leave them for a...for a pogue of all people..." He shook his head as you slowly nodded. 

"You're right...If I found someone who made me feel like that, I'd do whatever I could so he felt appreciated..." 

"Lucky guy..." He finished off the remnants of his beer as he let out a deep exhale. 

"Topper?" You chilled at the sound of his name being called by Rafe, aware your window of opportunity was closing. 

"That's my que for beer pong...maybe something to get my mind off of all of this shit, right?" You slowly nodded, berating yourself as he prepared to stand before something came over you. Before you could understand it, you'd straddled him, fingers softly over his shoulders, as he'd just stared into your eyes. 

"Maybe I could offer a better distraction?" You teased, relaxing how you have to pull out all the stops to garner his attention. But the way you were nervous, blushing beneath the moonlight and tone anything but confident, drew him into you unapologetically. 

"What exactly did you have in mind?" He inquired, fingers playing with the knots of your swimsuit bottoms raised just above your swim shorts. 

You moved into him, slowly to see if he'd retract, before feeling his hands suddenly forced you into a collision of lips. Tasting of weed and beer, as you'd expected, you found his tongue to part your lips and instate dominance before pulling back to speak. 

"Just as sweet as you look..." These words deepened the crimson over your cheeks as he fueled you to prove yourself to him. To prove you could be better than her. That you could do the things she would. That's you could make him happy. 

Because of this, you pulled him closer and kissed him harder, feeling him react in approval with an erection now developed against your thigh. Even still, you demanded more, your hips grinding against his as the soft lips he'd only ever known to showcase kindness were frenzied over his own. 

"Want to-?" Before he could finish his question, you'd nodded, as you helped him to his feet, assessing just how drunk he had been, which was now just a buzz, enough for a steady gait as he led you to the closest bedroom. 

Hand to his chest, you moved him to the door to close it, as he navigated to your hips immediately. 

"Come here..." He ordered softly, eyes trained on yours before your hands ran up the muscles of his torso, finalizing over the flex of his arms pulling you even closer, until wrapping finalized within his hair. 

"You're so fucking sexy..." He commented, sending your confidence into orbit as you bit your bottom lip and led him to the bed, setting him on its edge, as you straddled him. But the second you'd managed to find confidence in this, he had swept you onto your back. 

"You are supposed to distract me...not make me lose my mind..." He explained with a smile, kissing down your chest and lower still until he came to your waist. You pulled your hands over your chest, reservation to your lack of experience, as he lowered them to your sides. 

"It's okay...you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I find out if you're just as sweet down here as well..." His words left your lips in a part as he untied the bottoms of your bikini before revealing you to him. A wicked grin of approval extending his grimace as he licked his lips and motioned against you. Your back pulled into an arch at the initial contact of his tongue, a long stripe between your folds as he moaned into you in agreement to your slick. 

"So fucking sweet..." He growled against you, placing either of your legs over his shoulders before yanking you at the edge of the bed. The gasp that left your lips was quickly remedied by a moan as he lifted from between your thighs, heaving from how you'd nearly drowned him already-a fact he didn't seem to mind. 

"I think that's the first time I’ve ever heard you moan...and I think it's the absolute sexiest thing I've ever heard." He explained, a whimper leaving your lips. 

"I never want you to stop moaning for me..." With these words, he returned into you, tongue taking stock of just how aroused you were, while he laid his fingers to your entrance, making small circles as you shook. 

"It's okay, baby...I'll go slow..." He inserted his middle finger, slow penetration pulling your lips into a silent oval as he grinned. 

"So tight...perfect..." He moaned. 

"Think you can take two?" You nodded, feeling him stretch you wide with his second finger before his thumb made work of your clit. Deviously soft circles testing what you could withstand before exchanging his thumb for his tongue, flicks alternated with rubs until he had had shuddering beneath him. 

"Mmm...I want you to cum on my tongue, baby...so fucking sweet, I wanna have your taste all night..." You nodded, feeling a tightness in your stomach foreign but deduced to be that very pleasure. 

"Good girl." Your eyes somersaulted into the back of your head to his praise as he pulled your fingers to his hair, moving deeply against you. 

"Oh my God! Topper! Topper, I'm gonna-" You blushed at how quickly he held you at the edge, but your desperation had you falling over it, all while he lapped up the trophy of what was left behind as evidence. 

"So good for me-" He attempted this second praise as you'd been motivated to reciprocate. The fumbling of your fingers, finally stationary, as you'd had him at the edge of the bed. 

"You want to get on your knees for me?" He asked as you nodded. 

"God, where have you been?" He breathed a deep exhale as you pulled his trunks past his hips until they bunched at his ankles, your hands pushing him back into a seated position while he watched you nervously swallow at what he'd revealed to you. 

A thick shaft, angry and pained, crying just for you for its perfect head. You couldn't fathom how he'd wanted you badly enough to be this hard, and yet, he had proven it in this moment. 

"Start slow of you need to..." You nodded, "But I won't be able to say nice for long..." You kept your eyes to him to gather his response to your actions, an action in itself that made his eyes roll. 

"Especially if you look at me like that...fuck..." He led a deeper breath as you used his precum as initial lubrication to a few steady strokes before finally taking him into your mouth. Soft and warm, vaguely salty, you were surprised at how aroused you were to the feeling. It was enough to push past your reservations as this worsened when hearing him moan because of you. 

"Always acting so innocent..." He scoffed. "On your knees, choking on my cock so beautifully...damn..." You took him deeper, ignoring the tears that blinded you, before feeling his grip in your makeshift ponytail tighten. 

"But I'm not coming down your throat tonight...I wanna feel every inch or you..." He pulled you back to him deep kisses, before setting you into a straddle across his hips. 

"Condom in my wallet..." He spoke between kisses as you shook your head. 

"I'm on the pill, and you just admitted you haven't been with anyone..." 

"You're sure?" 

You nodded, teeth taking possession of his ear as you spoke hot against his ear. 

"I want to feel all of you inside of me..." He was quick to oblige, lining you up against him before setting you slowly to consume his cock. He continued this descent in slow succession, making you wince, as he was softly caressing your skin. 

"You're doing so good, just a little further, sweetheart...fuck-" He breathed in finality to the depth you'd taken him, bottomed out into your stomach. 

"Gonna move you now, okay?" You nodded, unable to formulate even a single sound as he guided you to rise and fall over him. 

"Gotta relax, baby, it'll feel better that way..." He kissed you to try and offer this distraction as you nodded in agreement, a rhythm found quickly by his guidance and your growing carbality. 

"You're too good to me...Too fucking tight for me..." He groaned into your shoulder, teeth leaving soft impressions on your skin as he smirked against you in a wince. 

"If I'd known you wanted this, I'd have done it so much sooner..." You smiled before pressing him softly onto his back. 

"I want to fuck you, Topper...Not talk to you..." You teased as he grinned, eyes lust blown at how you managed to shed your innocence for him in this moment, "And I want you to make me cum again..." 

He nodded, drawing circles to your clit as you rode him as promised, leaning into him when he became unhinged with his wild bucking thrusts-hand to the back of your neck and another from one side of your waist to the other to keep you in place. 

"Don't fucking move-" He ordered, sending his cock to the new curve of this position, pain and pleasure pulsating through you. "God, you feel fucking perfect, ugh-shit..." He groaned. "I need to go faster-" 

"Yes!" 

"You gonna be able to take it?" 

"YES!" He held your hips at a rested position, ramming up into you as perspiration and unified moans and groans filled the space between you. 

"Topper! Don't stop! Please...don’t...fucking stop!" You pleaded as he hesitated. 

"Such dirty words from such a pretty mouth..." He smirked. 

"Topper please..." You mewled as he nodded. 

"I'll make you come baby, you've been SO good to me...SO fucking good...You've earned it...but not this way..." He lifted you for a second, sending you to your back and pulling you to your knees. 

"I wanna see this perfect little ass..." He slapped you, leaving a pleasant sting as you pleaded, those pleas met with his firm thrust bottoming out once again. 

"Sorry if I hurt you, but I gotta come in this tight little pussy...and I need you to take it for me..." 

"God, Top! You're so deep!" 

"Fuck yeah..." He agreed, gripping deeply into your hips. "You're mine! Say you're mine!" 

"I'm yours!" You obliged. "I'm yours!" 

"This ass?" 

"Yours!" You whined, him slapping you again, harder than before as the sting was rubbed out by his kind touch before his hand guided you to lift by a pull of your hair. 

"These tits?" He squeezed your naked chest, made this way seconds prior to his words. 

"Yours!" You belted. 

"This sweet little pussy...this desperate little clit..." 

"All yours! I'm all yours!" 

"Yeah...yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!" He spoke in repetition, rubbing your clit in desperation as you arched against his chest. Perfect thrusts, violent and thorough, pulled you both to that edge as the unison of names belted beyond the motions sent him to face him in a kiss. 

"You're gonna cum with me-Come!" He ordered, your body obeying immediately as those clenched walls were enough to pull his own orgasm, body's collapsing in an initial shudder before he helped you rest onto the bed. 

"Are you alright?" He asked, wiping your mutual slick from his cock, stained with the evidence of your virtue as he seemed unaffected at the detail verified to him. 

You nodded, his words softening your nerves that this was just sex to him. But even so, the way you we're spent by his body would aid this blow if that had been the case. 

"Here..." He had returned from the bathroom, warm rag mending any ache remaining between your thighs. 

"We should get you a drink..." He extended his hand as you blushed. 

"Unless you just used me for my body..." You both laughed as he drew his hand to his chest in feigned pain. 

"I...uh...I can't walk..." He chuckled, crawling over you on the bed. 

"Well...then you focus on getting on your feet and I'LL go get you a drink..." 

"You're coming back?" He was made upset by your words as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

"If I would have known you wanted me, I would have stayed with you the first night we met...it's actually kinda funny...the only reason I got WITH Sarah was to distract myself from you..." 

You scoffed, disbelief cast over your expression as you pulled him back back to you, validating that you'd waited for the right person, at the right time. 

"But you...YOU are one hell of a distraction." He pulled apart just to speak as you. "But now you're mine." 

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271

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[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Solo Leveling Oc: Sung Kiwoo◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕚𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

╰┈➤ ❝ [ A Child of Beauty and Glee; The Prince of the Blue Waves.] ¡! ❞

There was a deafening silence around me as I drifted in cold and motionless waters. The sound of a humpback whale interrupted my moment of solitude, so I opened my eyes, only to be met by the empty waters with the sun peeking from above.

It was a beautiful sight.

With the song of the whale drifting all around me— I felt at peace.

…

I sat up, startled and shaken for some reason. The door clicked, and my brother entered.

His jet black hair was unkempt and lazy gray eyes peeked behind them. His initial nonchalance switched to a worried expression as he went over to me.

"Did you have a nightmare again?" Suho asked as he sat on the edge of my bed and placed his hand up against my forehead. "Well, you're not running a fever, that's good."

Ah, right, nightmares.

I was prone to them for some reason. I've always had terrible dreams containing beasts that couldn't be processed by the human mind. They wouldn't do anything, but their empty stares frightens me all the time. In the worst cases, I would wake up running a fever after having those dreams.

"...Not a nightmare" I finally replied. "It was just… Whale songs."

"Whale songs?" Suho cocked up an eyebrow and removed his hand. "Which whale?"

"Megaptera Novaeangliae." I said as I rubbed my eyes.

"English."

"....Humpback Whale."

Suho then just shrugged and ruffled up my bed hair even further before saying with a smile, "At least it's not a bad dream. Now take a shower, mom made pancakes for you."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be down in a bit. You can eat without me" I told him as I got off of my bed and started fixing the sheets.

"Not a chance, baby brother" Suho teased and I threw him a disapproving look.

"I'm only an hour late born after you!" I protested at him, "So don't call me a baby!"

"Sure, sure,..." Brother waved his hand dismissively and approached the door. "Baby brother"

I clicked my tongue, obviously offended at the time baby. I'm going to be 18 soon so how come he still refers to me with that term?!

Sigh.

Well…

I looked up, observing the white walls decorated with various marine animals. One side of the room had a net hung up with shark stuffed toys and starfish, beside it were three jellyfish lamps. Another wall had blue fairy lights with the shapes of various whale species and some stingrays. My desk meanwhile had various little clay jellyfish and whale sharks and a decorative mini blue whale wood carvings. My shelves contained various marine biology books and some law books too.

Okay, I get it. This room is for a baby. But at least my room is well decorated compared to my brother's bland room!

I kept grumbling about incoherent things as I took a shower and wore my uniform. I kept muttering until I went downstairs to where my mother and brother were waiting.

"Kiwoo" My mother greets me with her pretty smile, washing away the tantrum I was throwing because of Suho. "Goodmorning, dear. Come sit down, mom made sure your pancakes are extra fluffy."

"Thanks mommy" I smiled warmly at her then sat down at the table next to my brother. "Is dad out early for today?"

"He's investigating a major case" She replies as she gives me my warm cup of milk along with my plate, making me feel excited at the sight of it. "So he had to leave early, he did tell me to remind you both to be good in school."

"Yes, yes" I said half-heartedly as I started nibbling my food and drinking milk. "Ah… So yummy."

"...You know you're too old for milk and pancakes." Suho playfully nudges me and I shoved a fork-ful of pancake into his mouth.

"Shut up, man" I laughed at him. "Milk is good for a growing boy."

"Baby," He said it like he was correcting me.

"I hope you stub your toe today" I retorted.

"I hope it's you instead," Suho smirked.

"Knock it off boys" Our mother chuckles and pinches our cheeks to make us behave. "You're supposed to watch over each other."

"But he keeps calling me a baby!" I expected her to scold Suho, but instead she snorted and looked away. "Mom!"

"Well, you technically are the baby of the family" She grins prettily again, making me feel more mocked.

"I won" Suho snickers with a smile.

"..."

After a while of playful bickering, we finished up our meal and bid our farewells to our mom. I gave her a kiss on the cheek before following Suho outside the door.

We were a pair of odd brothers really. Rather than discussing school and games— We were instead informing each other about our hyperfixations. While my brother talked about bugs, I rambled endlessly about jellyfish and cetaceans.

It went on like that until we arrived at school.

We were both deathly bored with everything, we didn’t need to talk to each other to know that we were both very sleepy and tired. Suho glanced at me from the corner of his eye by the time the lunch bell rang. So with a sigh, I begrudgingly followed him towards the hall and out into the school.

“Hyung, you better get me a can of juice” I grumbled as I followed him to the back of the school where we could hear the smacking sounds of someone getting hit.

“Yeah, yeah” Suho rolled his eyes as we turned the corner and found Jo Sung-ho getting beat up pretty badly.

“Make it quick” I yawned lazily and leaned on the wall as my brother said some stuff I didn’t bother to understand.

I watched his swift and precise movements that resembled our father but not really. We were both trained by him, and of course the both of us would imitate his fighting style. We’re not quite there yet though, especially me. Although me and my brother are twins coming from the same parents, Suho was far more clever and sharper. I was different, I was slower and took more time in trying to understand things. I’m even stupid enough to the point that my brother needs to explain some jokes to me, if not, it would normally take me an hour or the next day to finally understand jokes.

I was shameful as a child from the Sung family.

Rather than feel proud, I felt so bad for my family who had a kid who had trouble understanding social cues.

Suho finished up the mess and helped Sung-ho up to his feet and told him some stuff before going back to me and slinging his arm over my shoulder.

“Did I make you wait, baby brother?” Suho grins widely as we started walking to where the vending machines were. “Hm, you’re a little down huh? What’s up? You’ve been awfully quiet and you haven't even balled your fists and shook them.

“...Please don’t talk about my stimming like it's a cute thing” I looked at him in a bit of a disapproving way, feeling embarrassed that he is mentioning my habits.

“But it is?” He muses while ruffling my hair. “Don’t be so down now, hyung will get you bunggeoppang after school.”

I nonchalantly nodded my head at his suggestion.

Was today interesting? No. Not one bit. It was a burden even, every teacher already gave the outline of lessons that will be covered for the semester. Normally, students would ignore this and just go on with their day, probably go to the internet cafe or party with friends somewhere. But I had to study them in advance because I’m stupid, I suck at studying. I am bad at understanding things, that’s why I have to do advanced reading back home as soon as I can.

But it seems… That my brother has fallen asleep. He’s in front of me, completely knocked out cold and gone to the world. He looked silly sleeping like this with a drool slightly coming out of his mouth, so I gently wiped it off.

Looking at him from this angle, he really is the spitting image of our father. From the shape of his nose, the thinness of his lips, the way his hair behaves; he really looks like dad, except he had our mother’s eyes. I admired Suho alot, after all, he has an innate talent for martial arts and he inherited dad’s cunning personality and many other aspects from him.

And for that, I am jealous of him.

Do I hate my brother? No, no. Damned will I be if I ever did. I love Suho, so much so that I am willing to bloody my hands for the safety of my older brother.

“Woonie?” Suho sat up, his messy black locks falling over his gray eyes. “Ack… I think I played too many games.”

“Yeah?” I cocked up an eyebrow at him. “Did you have a weird dream?”

“Yes… Dad was in it” Suho rubs his eyes. “I was just so… Bizarre.”

“I see” I stood up and held my hand out to him. “Wanna head home early for today?”

“Y-yeah–” His words were cut off when a girl opened the door and glanced at us.

“Why are you two still here? I’m locking up” She said in a confused tone as she glanced at us. “I’m bout to lock up the rooms”

“Can we join you?” Suho asked.

“Suit yourself”

We then grabbed our bags and proceeded to follow her out of the classroom and helped her lock up the other rooms. I kept glancing at Suho who looked baffled and in a daze.

Just how bad was his dream? Normally it would be me who has a ton of weird dreams and terrifying nightmares. Surely my bad luck with that stuff didn’t pass to him, right?

Even after Suho and her little game of rock-paper-scissors, he would suddenly glance up at the sky as if he felt something. Well I would be lying if I didn’t feel something odd too.

I would have asked, but I also felt a slight shift. There was an unfamiliar scent that lingered. Something in the air suddenly changed, like a small burst of air suddenly washed over the air. There was a tinge of an unpleasant scent.

But we both just ignored it and proceeded to make our way back home. Though I insisted that my brother just forget about his promise, he stubbornly brought me a box of sweets. I couldn’t deny him anymore, so I just sighed and accepted my faith and carried the box back home.

Suho was just so out of it, he was in a complete daze during dinnertime and seemed to be contemplating whatever the hell happened earlier afterclass. I didn’t want to press him any further about what happened, so we just went into our separate rooms.

As always, I sat down immediately on my desk after a quick shower. I started with the hardest subject, which was of course, Calculus. I focused on the subject for five minutes until I felt a strong gust of wind beside me.

There was a huge, blue wall in the shape of an oval, it produced a foul stench. It whirled, humming as it slowly sucked the air around it.

Part of me wanted to run, wanted to scream for my brother.

But most of me,... Wanted to go in.

Somehow, someway, that ‘thing’ feels familiar. Like an old friend from a distant part of my buried memories.

It felt like it was calling me to go back home.

I stood up, walking towards the thing and running my hand along it, watching that limb of mine get sucked in. Before I knew it, I was inside.

The walls were damp and heavy, everywhere was dark. Only the light of the blue torches illuminated the path. It appeared like a tunnel of some sort. It was creepy, but I didn’t feel scared– No, not one bit of me was frightened.

“What would dad do?” I mumbled as I took a torch from the wall and walked around.

I kept a steady pace until eventually I came across a section of the tunnel with weapons hanging around. I placed the torch down and ran my hand around the various weapons.

For some reason, they had weird status windows hovering in front of them.

“A game?” I tilted my head, “How neat.”

There were a number of different weapons to choose from. Greatswords, axes, claymores, shields, bows, lances... And my most favorite weapon of all, daggers. My brother sees these weapons as cowardly. But I always found these things fascinating, I always had a weird magnetic pull towards them. The daggers are just so pretty, fine hilts and black blades with crimson red edges– So I picked those two up.

Light, just as I want my weapons to be.

**Whoosh**

I tilted my head to the side instinctively, the wall in front of me having an arrow. In a split second, I immediately started bouncing back.

Large and imposing figures at least 8 feet tall, bodies made of metal– Knights. 20? No. At Least 50 now that I took a proper look at the back.

Just what the hell are these damn knights doing here?!

“Not playing nice, are we?” I flicked the daggers in my hands for a proper grip. “I’ll bury your damn heads 6 feet under”

So I pushed on my heel, charging head first towards the giant things with the intent to murder.

They didn’t smell like humans, for some reason I could tell.

I stabbed my dagger under their chins, with others, I crushed them by giving them consistent and brutal blows.

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

“???” I panted, looking at the status window in front of me which had some numbers.

Name: Sung Kiwoo

Level: 5

Fatigue: 15

Job: NONE

Title: NONE

Mp:15

Strength: 15

Agility: 15

Sense: 15

Vitality:15

Intelligence:15

Remaining points: 8

“So it really is like a game…” I said as I rolled my shoulders and cracked my knuckles. “I need to be extremely careful, I don’t know what will happen if I die here.”

As fun as this thing was, I was worried what would happen. This is an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar sceneries. Everything was eerie and dark, whatever these knight things were– They are after me and they want my blood.

And for that, I need to be out for their blood too.

I’m just trying to survive after all.

I still have a family waiting for me to come home.

Bloodying my hands is just a necessary thing to do for the sake of my survival. I’ll do what I need to do.

I pressed on, leveling up everytime I took down more knights. I stripped off my dress shirt, leaving only my tank top after the wave of hollow knights stopped.

“That’s one big door.” I mutter as I glance up at a giant door.

It looked old, with the cracks and the cut off patterns all around it. I traced my fingers around it, feeling the embedded patterns.

Something is in there.

And that something was strong, I could tell with just the way my heart was thumping and the feeling of my blood pumping uncontrollably.

I took a deep sigh, opening my eyes before ultimately pushing it open.

The room was dark, almost pitch black if it weren't for the blue torches lighting up the area weakly. But that wasn’ what I was worried about– No, no. Not that.

At the far end of the corner stood a throne, and upon that throne sat a figure with a body of black flames so to speak. It looked like a knight, with how casual and lazy it looks, I felt like it was taunting me with its stance. The knight then stood up and took a hold of it’s claymore standing by the side.

I prepared my stance– ????????

“Huh? Huh????” I sat up exasperated, looking around in a panicked manner before feeling my chest up. “What?”

‘Did that knight just murder me?!’ I thought, scratching my nape before getting up and looking around.

“Isn’t this where I started?” I looked around me, seeing the familiar patterns “Ngh… Not again, I don’t wanna deal with those bloody knights.”

….

I woke up again, still in the same spot.

“Oh, come on!” I groaned, laying down on the floor again and kicked my feet up in frustration “That damn thing is so powerful, what the hell am I supposed to do?!”

That knight is way too fast, it’s godforsaken claymore puts me at a huge disadvantage with my short-ranged weapon. As much as I love daggers, it’s not cutting it out for me. Of course, it could be a skill issue but if that’s the case then I’ll be getting nowhere! I need to do something, I want a weapon that is both short ranged and long-ranged.

A sword would be good, but I don’t like the stats of the swords I saw.

A lance is passable, but I don’t want it.

I pondered for a while before approaching the weapon hallway again and picked out a pair of daggers, with the intention of trying out something

“Where are you, where are you?” I murmured as I looked around before ultimately yanking something off of the wall. “Bingo.”

I then sat down on the floor, holding the long and cold chains. I honestly don’t know why there are plain chains amidst the line of great and giant weapons. But maybe because it has quite good stats? Either way I’m glad it's here.

I made small holes at the edge of the hilts before inserting the ends of the chains I had opened before forcibly closing it. I stood up again, wrapping the chains around my arms.

“Oh? Their stats had mixed with just tinkering them like this?” I hummed, before shaking my head and then looking up at the horde of knights marching towards me. “Good,”

I pressed on my heel, launching myself towards the creatures with outrageous speed.

“You bastards are gonna help me test out my new toys.”

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

I don’t know how many levels I climbed with how much I lost myself in battle. I panted, standing atop of a pile of corpses from the hollow knights I slayed. I had some cuts here and there. My fatigue was up to 80, but why is it that I don’t feel that tired? The more I breathed, the more I felt alive and hyperaware.

“Now, it’s your turn” I looked up at the tall and condescending door.

Now that I think about it, it seemed to glare at me. As if these doors had a pair of eyes judging every fiber of my being. Was I afraid? No. Why should I?

Those eyes should be fearing me instead with how I’m gonna lay that thing behind those doors to rest.

I opened the door, and of course that knight was waiting for me.

“Sorry to keep you waiting” I pressed on my heel again and charged forward. “I wanted to make sure I’ll beat you this time”

The knight seemed a bit flustered at my sudden advances as it jumped back the moment I striked towards it’s stomach. I threw my dagger towards it, the blade circling arm– I flicked the chains, causing a reaction that hurled the knight onto the ceiling.

But I knew that it wasn’t enough to beat that thing.

And surely enough, it started hurling towards me again.

We shared intense blows, sparks and flames sizzled out with each impact shared along with static bursts of electricity.

That knight is still way stronger than me, of course it is. Compared to that thing—I know I'm at least a hundred years way younger to actually expect I would win against it easily.

But I guess that is what made it more exciting. The fact that I am facing something ancient and unknown. It's making my heart race uncontrollably and I feel more excited to beat it. The adrenaline is pumping, I feel alive. My fatigue is at 90 but why the hell does it feel so good right now?

I don't know how I did it, but I managed to swiftly dodge the knight's sword blast thing before closing in on the opening and stabbing my dagger up its chin.

Of course, it dispersed in an instant like a bubble bursting into nothingness.

"I WON!" I yelled out, jumping on my feet excitedly while swinging my arms happily. "Holy crap I actually did it!"

Level Up!

Level Up!

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Level Up!

"Uwaahaaa!!!" I kept jumping as more dings ran into my ears. "Come to me you sweet little thing!"

I celebrated widely.

But for a brief moment, I recalled that knight's dying face. It looked at me… So tenderly? It felt like it was a father looking at its child at some point. Maybe it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. Either way, I jumped around in pure bliss until another oval white and blue thing appeared.

“Is it over or am I going home?” I tilted my head curiously. “I wanna go home and eat cake…”

I take another heavy sigh before entering the thing again.

What greeted me was the intense blaze of the buildings, the sight was like I’m inside the hottest place of hell. It was rather amusing to see really, the ruins were all quite pretty to look at. My attention then goes towards a three headed cerberus, a cute creature to be honest. When I had my mythology phase, it was one of my most favorite creatures aside from Jörmungandr.

But why did it’s face pale when it took a good look at me? As if its three souls got knocked out of it.

“Bye?” I said to the Cerberus, which caused it to flinch and whimper while scurrying away.

I rolled my shoulder again, before continuing forward.

As I pushed through the hot blazing flames and took down monsters back-to-back, I remembered what my father had told me: “Don’t expect too much, Kiwoo. The reason why you’re always so disappointed is because you set the bars at an unnecessarily high standard.”

I should have listened to my father.

Because damn it am I so pissed right now because of how boring and bland monsters thrown at me were. I had expected more monsters to be like that knight I defeated. It’s so infuriating that it’s suddenly so easy to beat everything.

But I know better than to lower my guard, the moment I slip up cause me my doom. If this was an ordinary game– Well, it still is a game, but the point is, if I die right now, I might be a real goner. So I still need to stay vigilant no matter how easy things are right now. This might just be a rest period for me to relax to prepare for the next stage which would undoubtedly be a far more intense one than that knight.

It’s still frustrating me though, I’m leveling up slower than usual and it pisses me off.

I eventually climbed all 100 floors until the final oval thing.

The moment I went in, my chains shot out and wrapped around the demon in front of me. I hurled the creature towards me.

I raised my dagger, about to plunge it down the demon until it shrieked.

"Wait, wait, wait!" She(?) shrieked and I immediately stopped.

"????"

“Hahaha… You truly are of monarch bloodline, you didn’t even struggle as much even though you don’t have any shadow soldiers.” The demon girl speaks with a nervous smile as I uncoil her from my chains. “You two really are alike, managing to make it this far with just a few attempts at tremendous speed. Time truly passes by so fast”

‘Monarch? Shadow Soldiers? You two?”

“Excuse me?...” I cocked my head to the side.

“Nothing, nothing ” She shook her head. “I am Esil, daughter to the demon clan.”

“Kiwoo.”

“Such a pretty name” Esil says, her eyes having this glimmer in them that I found quite unusual since she is a demon. “Ah, right, we also have a banquet–”

“Sorry, I can’t go” I shook my head, trying to be as polite as I could with the demon girl. “I’m too young to drink and I don’t like the smell of alcohol along with being in a crowd.”

“Ah…” She frowns, but smiles right after. “Of course”

“I’ll try to come next time, if I ever come back. I can’t promise you though”

“What a shame…”

“Before I go,” I then point out at the portal thing “Can you tell me what those things are?”

She nodded eagerly.

I listened to what she has told me, to what the monsters are and the purpose of these gates. It was really like a game just as I had suspected, it was quite surreal. Well, everything that happened up to now is like a dream. Skill, stats, all that stuff– It felt like maybe I’m having a psychotic episode and that this is all just in my head. I wanted it to be that way on a surface level.

“I’m heading off” I say, politely walking past her. “I’ll see you later, auntie Esil”

Auntie?

The words had slipped out of my mouth and I couldn’t control it, it was as if it were a habit to call her that even though I don’t exactly know who she is. But regardless, that slip up I made seemed to have pleased her, since her features softened and looked more human.

I gave her one last smile, before entering the gate.

As soon as I entered the thing, swarms of ants would lunge themselves towards my direction. I knew better than to be distracted while in the middle of a fight, but truly, I cannot help but wonder what my brother would feel if he saw these massive creatures. He always had a fascination for bugs after all.

“I’m starting to miss my hyung” I mutter to myself as I open the tall doors in front of me. “I wonder if he is sleeping well right now”

**Sniff** **Sniff** **Kieekkk**

Right in front of me was a much larger and more humanoid looking ant with wings. I wanted to try and remember its specific species but… Why is it crying?

It pushed itself towards me, striking with such speed and precision I almost lost my footing. But my reaction was quite fast, so I managed to somehow keep up.

…. Why is it still crying?

Ahjussi, you’re really making me feel bad with those tears…

It’s like I’m watching someone have the worst case scenario of mental breakdown, I can’t tell if it’s happy tears or sad tears. Has my brother ever mentioned anything about ants crying? No, I’m sure he never did. Can bugs even cry? Maybe I should ask him.

“Kieeekk… I lost again” It says before pathetically plomping down on the floor like a pancake.

“H-hey” I tried calling out but it’s body disintegrated into the shadows beneath it’s mentally-broken mind and body. The dings of my level going up in large numbers rang on and on for a bit as a new gate whirred.

“I hope you feel better” I really felt bad, I really did, so I patted the floor where the ant disappeared to somehow make it feel at ease.

Was it a stupid move? Of course.

Will I do it again? You bet.

And so I head to my next destination, growing tired because of the continuous adrenaline rush.

I thought I would really be resting now, but now I’m in front of titans standing tall like skyscrapers. Giant orcs and dragons. DRAGONS.

Oh how I wanted to leap up in the air and celebrate like a madman right there and then but I wasn’t even given a headstart as the beasts jumped at me all at once!

What the hell is with this realm anyway? Why is everyone jumping at me left and right? Have I wronged anyone here in some way shape or form? I mean yeah, I’m basically an alien here but god, can’t they at least have mercy and let me breathe even for just a while?!

God they just keep coming one after another, I swear the beasts all looked different but somehow everything is starting to look black and purple at the same time! Is my head going even madder when I’m already losing my mind this much?

“Huh, what was that?” I blurted out randomly as I sent a blackened soldier flying.

I wanted to take a breather, I really did, but suddenly there was an unexplainable pressure on my body. It hurt.

It hurts

IT HURTS

IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!

I was on the floor, glued to the soil as gravity pulled me down further.

“You, it’s you isn’t it?” I looked at another creature that was wielding a staff flying in the air.

I need to beat that thing.

“Crap.”

The various mouths of dragons fling about opened their jaws, charging up incoming attacks that will surely end me if I do nothing

‘Hahh…. You really wont let me rest, huh?’

A burst of energy would come through, I broke free of the pressure somehow and lunged towards the dragons, effectively killing each one with relative speed. As their corpses fell one after another, I hanged onto a ledge, breathing heavily.

Then, that orc mage… Whatever it is– pointed it’s staff towards me and blasted a massive fireball. I dodged it narrowly, with a huge explosion coming behind me.

“!!!!!” If that thing had hit me I would have been an overcooked fried goldfish.

Why is everyone and everything around me trying to murder me?...

‘Focus,... Focus, Sung Kiwoo!’ My father's voice would boom inside my head.

Deep breaths, deep breaths, at ease, deep breaths.

“Huu….” I sighed for a moment

“Control, I need to control myself more, speed and strength aren’t enough” I gritted my teeth. “Focus, Kiwoo!”

Another burst of energy would come forth again and I charged towards him.

It was a blur, everything was too fast and I felt like I’m about to faint. But I knew it wasn’t over when I slashed that orc in half. Another presence would come forth, I felt light headed as the giant shadow started mumbling stuff. I couldn't even feel my legs when we fought.

And before I knew it, I said: “You, where’s the master?”

“...” The shadow looks at me, his sword stabbed on the floor as I pointed a dagger on his throat.

“Is your master a shadow too like you? Will it refer to me as little monarch too?” I asked, glancing up at the sky to find a dragon circling in the sky like a hawk. “There you are”

As magnificent and elegant that dragon made of mist was, I was glaring at the figure perched on its back. Sensing my acknowledgement, it leapt up in the air and aimed for me. I lifted the flat of my blade, blocking its foot.

The attack was heavy, causing my feet to sink and create a crater. It leapt up in the air again and landed gracefully in front.

“Wait, you’re a woman…” I muttered, looking at her figure donned with an outfit like she was a saintess.

Her face was hidden under the shadow of her hood, making her look more angelic and pretty. As if I was in front of a goddess.

“N-noona” I call out, stammering and causing her to flinch a bit. “Can you get me out of here? My parents and brother must be really worried about me now. As much as I like the thrill of fighting, I think my disappearance is causing them a lot of pain.”

She froze, I could tell with the way her pretty lips quivered and trembled. It felt like she was contemplating. She was hesitating. I didn’t say anything for a while and let her ponder before ultimately charging towards me.

I swallowed down, blocking her incoming attacks that were incredibly devastating

She was so fast and nimble, that raw strength she landed on me was so heavy I swear my bones must be shattering with every blow.

But… She was beautiful.

Every strike is calculated, she charges forward when I go on offense and redirects my attacks so that it would backfire on me. Her blade stings me but hell, I wanted more cuts. I wanted to learn more. Even though my body is already pushed to its limits and I feel like I’ll die any second now– I wanted to see her movements more, it was like she’s a flower dancing so gracefully amidst the hammering blizzard. It’s like I’m watching a ballet performance in a ruined theater.

I would bleed from every part of me, I was leaking a pool of blood, and at the end... I was on the floor, kneeling while the tip of her blade was pointed on my throat. Her robes fluttered so prettily that I could only stare at her.

“Noona, can I be like you?” I ask absentmindedly. “Can I be beautiful like you too?”

I felt the blade tremble on my neck and she dropped her blade before hugging me.

“You silly child, why are you still like this even though you’re such a big boy now?” Her voice was familiar.

“Mom?”

“Too early, you’re still too young, you need to remain oblivious and sweet.”

“H-hey wait, Mom–”

But either way, I was thrown into a gate from god knows where and I jolted awake in my bed sweating and hyperventilating.

“.....”

“I played too many games that my dreams are all messed up” I mutter, ruffling my hair in confusion.

That dream was too confusing that I immediately headed into Suho’s room without thinking. As expected, he immediately opened the door the moment I knocked.

“Kiwoo, it’s already midnight why–” I cut him off

“I’m not gonna sleep alone tonight, can I stay here?”

“Nightmare?”

“No?... It was just wild, I need some comfort”

“You too I guess”

No words were further exchanged as I crashed onto his bed and Suho followed by sitting at the edge. I thought for sure I wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore because going through that hell is making me a bit anxious.

But in the end, I was dreaming again.

Once more, I’m drifting along the waters. It’s cold but comforting. The whales are singing for me again.

“My ocean is empty”

…

“I wonder if I grow a little more, will this abyss be full of life? Can I turn it into a lush coral reef? Will fish of various species swim around with apex predators around too? Will cetaceans appear here? Dolphins leaping up in the air and with more whales singing and clicking for me? I want to dance above the waters…”

“ I want the ocean to be my stage and the marine life as my audience,... I want to be beautiful.”

#∞ ₒ ˚ ° 📎— kyunnya speaks #kiwoo sung #⋆˙⟡♡☁️— kyuu kyuu's ocs #a self indulgent fic

[ninapi]

New to this (Akaashi version)

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Premise: Akaashi Keiji falls in love with a single mother and realizes she's all he wants for his life.

Word Count: 4332

Chapter 5: Love me

You were having an amazing afternoon bonding with Kimi. You’ve been coloring together for about two hours, before Kimi fell asleep on your lap, so now you were just running your fingers through her long hair, smiling to yourself while you watched a movie. You really feel like you’ve gained a daughter in the short time you’ve been around. It makes you happy. Kimi is such a good girl, all you want is to get back to normal and be able to feed them something that is actually good for their health and well maybe clean the house a little, it was your job now anyways. You still have a heavy limp and some bruises visible, also can’t lift anything that’s heavier than a mug, but you think you’re able to start cooking simple meals that won’t require you to be on your feet for long. Akaashi is taking a few extra hours at work lately to compensate for the months he had to go out earlier to pick Kimi up from school, since now you can take care of her for him and today, he offered to pick Seiji up. You didn’t really think any of it, he does it sometimes.

You then hear the dangling keys coming from the other side of the door. Seiji comes in running in with a scowl, not even saying hi to you. Now that’s odd. “Welcome home” you said to Akaashi fondly with an apologetic tone wanting to apologize for your son’s behavior.

He sighed deeply and sat next to you on the sofa, giving the crown of your head a gentle kiss, something he’s been doing lately in an effort to shift the relationship to another direction, along with some soft touches and longer than needed hugs. You smiled up at him leaning over a bit to rest your head on his chest, making sure Kimi was comfortable enough still. This is all Akaashi wanted for his life, cuddle his girl to death after a long day at work, seeing the peaceful smile of his sleeping daughter in your arms, having home cooked meals every day. He wasn’t a greedy man, but today he felt like he was.

“(Y/N), let me take Kimi to her room, I need to talk to you.” he was acting weird, stiffer than normal, so it wasn’t just Seiji, something did happen. You just nodded and handed him the small child. You got up from the sofa yourself, making your way to the kitchen, you must start now if you wanted to have a decent diner ready on time. You rummaged through the fridge looking for ideas on what to cook and decided to make some pasta as there wasn’t much to pick from, you saw some pasta sauce on the pantry the other day and all you can see is half pack of minced meat on the back of the freezer. Thankfully he at least had an onion in the vegetables compartment, maybe that groceries app isn’t such a bad idea anymore, you could really use some shopping. You started to chop the onion in tiny bits, waiting for the water to boil when Akaashi finds you in the kitchen with a worried look on his face, “You shouldn’t be doing this (Y/N), we could just order something from the ramen shop down street-“ you interrupt him by wrapping your arms around his waist, making yourself comfortable on his chest once more, your favorite place, his arms resting loosely around your waist, this would distract him enough, you thought. “I need to start moving a bit, Keiji. My bum hurts from sitting on it all day and we really need to eat healthier, which reminds me, I think I’m going to download the app you showed me the other day to buy groceries, since they bring them home, I wouldn’t need to go out.” How can he just have a pack of half-eaten minced meat? What did he even use the other half for? Akaashi nodded, liking the idea, “Ok, yeah that’s probably better than me picking up random stuff at the store. Just make sure they leave the boxes by the entrance, and I will bring them in when I come back. I’ll be very angry if I come home and see everything away. You know you can’t lift heavy things yet and bending is also out of the question. Deal?” you nodded, smiling up at him adoringly. You really liked this side of him, he really cares for you even if it’s hard to tell just by looking at his face, he is really sweet, and you just appreciate him so much.

 You can see his expression turn for the worse and you are suddenly reminded that he wanted to talk to you. “(Y/N), I… I did something that I think was out of my place to do. I promise I was just thinking about you. All I want is for you and Seiji to have stability and be happy, I didn’t think this through, I’m sorry…” he looks down in shame, burying his face in the crook of your neck, scared of the way you will react to today’s development. He feels so dumb, he could just lose everything.

You took one of his hands in yours softly, giving him a small smile, your eyes weren’t smiling though, and he wonders if you already have an idea of what he did. “I know you would never do anything to hurt us, Keiji. What happened? Why is Seiji so upset?”. He’s never been this terrified in his whole life.

“Well, since we were talking about how it would be best for you to get just one normal full time job and all the money problems and all that the other day, I just thought maybe if Miya helped paying for Seiji’s school-“he hears glass breaking, (Y/N) was backing away from him, bumping onto a cup on the kitchen island, shattering onto the floor at the contact.

“(Y/N)…” he cradled your cheek with one of his large hands, rubbing it lovingly, “Please hear me out, nothing bad happened, he is going to pay for Seiji’s school. It didn’t even take much for him to do so, all he had to do was look at Seiji.”

Tears now blurring your sight, your voice cracks, “He…met Seiji? You took him to my son without my consent? Keiji, why would you do such a thing? WHY?” ok, now he was more than terrified. He needs to think quick; how can he ease you from stressing more, how can he get you to see what he was trying to do was for your sake.

Keeping his hand on your cheek, wiping the constant tears away, he continues “We went to pick him up from school together and went for some ice cream, I didn’t tell Seiji he was his real father though, so don’t worry. That’s not why he is upset, he just wanted to spend more time with Miya, and I brought him home instead.” Seiji springs out from his hiding spot behind a wall, looking at Akaashi with a hurtful expression, he ran out to you when he heard the broken glass, but decided to hide for a bit and see what was going on as he saw you weren’t alone, but he had to say something too, “So he is my real papa. Makes sense, I’m not a cat, why else would I feel like that with him.” Seiji speaks in riddles, but you know what he means, he is your son after all. You took a deep breath trying to bottle all your feelings in before looking back at your son, “Come here, baby.” he complied and you pick him up in your arms, bringing him to eye level, “I’m sorry, my love. Mama should have worked harder to find him for you. I hear you had a lot of fun with him today!” you try to smile but your son sees through it, hugging you as tight as he can. “Don’t be sorry mama. He might be really cool and fun to be around, but he left us. You’ve always been here for me, I won’t leave you, no matter how much ice cream he can get for me.” Your heart is so full right now. Not like you would let Atsumu take your son away, but just the fact that he is choosing you without anybody asking him to do so, fills your heart to the top.

Seiji tries to distract you from your sad face, “Besides, he didn’t even know what a platypus was.” this causes you to laugh, but you don’t want to be the cause for your son to look for flaws in his dad, so you scold him lightly, “Don’t make fun of your dad, I’m sure he knows now.” Seiji nods, looking down at his pinky and lifting it up for you to see it, “I made him promise he would never touch one.” you kiss his little finger, smiling adoringly at your son, “Thank you, baby. We would all be dead if it wasn’t for all the animal facts you know.” and he is now fully convinced that he saved his father’s life, maybe he should have asked for extra sprinkles.

“Mama will be ok, love. Can you please go back to the room? We still got a lot to talk about and I need to finish making dinner. We are eating real food today.” you comb his hair with your fingers, all anger you felt a while ago now down the drain. He is his father, he has the right to see him, you just wished you were stronger, you keep on getting saved by Akaashi, even on things that you are supposed to fix yourself.

Akaashi, who’s been quiet this whole time, pokes Seiji’s cheek, getting his attention, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you there that he was your dad, Seiji. I just- … I was just really scared that you wouldn’t need me anymore. Would you forgive me?” Seiji has never seen him so broken before, he truly regrets his actions, but thanks to him is that he finally met the person he’s always wanted to meet, secretly of course, he would never let his mama know this. “You’ll always be my papa by choice.” he gives Akaashi one of his bright smiles, making him crumble, wrapping his arms around the both of you and burying his face onto your neck, he wasn’t physically crying, but his heart was. “I’m sorry…I- I would understand if you wanted to leave us…” he whispered only for you to hear and you tap Seiji’s bum for him to go back as you said and he does, quietly climbing off of you and walking around the broken glass careful to not get cuts on his naked feet, leaving you two alone. You then take Akaashi’s face with both of your hands and bring it up to yours, holding him still and making sure he was listening. You weren’t smiling and your tone was a bit harsher than when you were speaking to Seiji, “I’m not leaving this house, and most definitely not leaving you. I know you did this for our sake. I also know it must have been really hard on you and understand why you thought this would be the best option. I know it looks like I am upset, and I probably am still, you should have said something to me before taking him to my son, talk things through together. I’m just glad nothing unpleasant happened, but he could have scar Seiji for life, so please, I beg you, if it involves Seiji, please talk to me before doing anything, ok?” you bopped your nose against his and he is just so happy to hear this coming from you, all the stress from the day finally leaving his body, he isn’t even thinking properly. “(Y/N), can I kiss you?” he is asking, but his body is moving before he can hear your response, his lips now pressing against yours lightly. He was about to move away and apologize for not waiting, when you moved your hands from his face to his hair, pulling him in deeper and kissing him hard. Tears were running down your cheeks while doing so and he could only hope you weren’t thinking of Atsumu right now. The kiss was escalating fast, both of his hands going down your back, pressing you deeper onto him, both breathing heavily through spit and tears.

But you both are pulled away from the moment shortly after before things could get out of control, as you hear tiny feet running down the stairs. “Kimi, what did mama told you about running on the stairs?” Akaashi smiles at how fast you switched character in front of his daughter, lowering one of his hands to your hips while the other checked the boiling pot and dumped the noodles in it. Kimi lets out an evil giggle, tiptoeing into your room to avoid being scolded. She really is a handful. “I probably woke her up with my screaming, sorry…” the sulky look on your face eased his heart, you had nothing to apologize for, he did something totally uncalled for and deserved to be yelled at, but you are just thinking about him, like always. And in that very moment Akaashi realizes he is in love with you. He knew he liked you and wanted more than your friendship, but he is sure now, he wants you to love him just as much as he loves you and he will have to work hard to come back from this set back.

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After diner, you were back on the sofa, Seiji to your right and Akaashi to your left, Kimi sandwiched in between the two adults half sprawled out on both of your laps like a little starfish, currently all watching Moana for the fifth time this week. Just a normal night at the Akaashi, household.

Once the movie ended you urged both kids to go brush their teeth and get ready for bed, Akaashi getting ready to get up from the sofa as well, but you pulled him back down, making him stumble in an awkward way, almost falling on top of you. This made you laugh and help him to lay down properly, his head now on your lap as you stared at the wall in front of you with distant eyes. “I wanna see Atsumu, Keiji.” you felt him go completely rigid, not even breathing, and you sooth him by looking back down at him with tired looking smile, playing with his soft locks. “I don’t want to be selfish. Seiji wants to hang out with him and I’m nobody to deny him this, he went too long without his dad already and if what you say is true, then Tsumu probably wants this too. We all deserve a second chance.” Akaashi grabs a hold on your hand bringing it down to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Yeah…that’s what I was scared about the most. That he would make you jump back into his arms, of course you would give him a second chance, you have a heart of gold…” but you stopped him before he could continue sputtering nonsense, “I’m not giving him a second chance as a man, Keiji. He hurt me like no one has ever done before. I’m giving him and Seiji a second chance. I told you; I’m not leaving you.” you smiled at him once more, the first sincere one of the last few hours. Akaashi can’t contain himself any longer, so he wraps his arms around you, burying his face on your tummy. He breaths in your scent, fabric softener with a bit of vanilla, you smell so good, you smell like home and he feels so relieved. You stay like that for a while, none of you really saying anything at all until both of the kids came over for you to tuck them in. Akaashi takes Kimi upstairs, and you go to your room with your son. He climbs on to the bed, fixing the pillows for you to be able to lay next to him without hitting your bruised ribs, tonight you held your son a little closer, a little tighter. Were you really ready for this? Probably not.

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The next morning Akaashi takes Miya’s card from his blazer pocket and sends him a text with the house address, “(Y/N) wants to see you. Here’s the address. The kids will be back before 3, so please make sure you leave before my daughter sees you, I don’t want her to be confused.” he sighed while staring at all the options that the coffee machine from his office building offers. He wants to lower his stress levels with caffeine. Dumping three shots of espresso in a cup, he gulps the thick goo down his throat and hopes he isn’t losing the love of his life to some good-looking bastard.

Not even a minute later a response comes from him, just a simple “Thank you.” Akaashi knows this is necessary for you to find closure, but this situation is taking an unexpected toll on him, he can’t even remember what restful sleep meant.

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You were getting yourself dressed after taking a quick shower, picking up just a pair of black leggings and an old white comfy oversized tee to lounge around the house while the rest go about their lives. You decided today you were going to look onto the online classes that Akaashi mentioned, this would definitely help you get a better job, you can see yourself having a completely different life a year from now and that motivated you. Getting your hair onto a messy bun, you start walking over to the living room with your laptop in one hand. That’s when you get a phone call from Akaashi, startling you out of your thoughts. You smile, hitting the green button as fast as you can, setting the computer down on the coffee table, you kindda miss him, just a bit. “Why hello handsome. Did you need me for something?” your tone a bit suggestive, wanting to tease him a little so he would think about you all day while he was at work. “What are you saying, I need you for everything, everyday, forever.” he states the obvious with a deadpan look on his face, pulling a lovely chuckle out of you. “Just wanted to let you know that-“, the doorbell rings on the background and Akaashi freezes, “I’ll call you back in a bit, Keiji. There’s someone at the door. Probably the groceries I ordered!” you hang up, hopping on one leg over to the door as fast as you can. “Good morning! You can leave the boxes t-“ you stare hard at the person in front of you, not being the delivery guy. Your phone slips away from your hand, and you hear a tiny crack as it falls, but you had no time to think about anything really, “Tsumu…..” you whispered out his name softly, not finding your own voice. Atsumu’s breath hitches when he sees you, not being able to help himself, he wraps his arms around you tightly, both of your arms going limp by your sides, “(Y/N), my angel. I’ve missed you so much. I’m so sorry. I’m such an asshole, the worst kind of scum in the universe. Dog poop, that’s what I am, I wish I could just throw myself in a trash can.” his rambling makes you smile a little, gently pulling yourself out of his grip and getting out of the doorway so he can go in the house with you. He quietly complies, looking like a wounded puppy trailing after you.

You sit down on the sofa, patting the space next to you so he can sit down. Is then that he notices the faint bruises still present on your face and your leg propped up on a pillow. He remembers Akaashi said you had an accident caused by exhaustion, and he feels even worse than before. “I-I brought this.” He hands you three big bags full to the brim and a smaller box seemingly from a bakery. You set the box down on the coffee table and start pulling things out of the bags. One was full of animal related books, from an encyclopedia to kid novels and activity books. The second one had a bunch of toys, a couple of lego sets, and a platypus plushie. This made you smile, brighter this time as you understand the meaning behind it, and Atsumu’s heart breaks in two. He knew he missed you terribly all these years and realized the day before after meeting his son that he left the actual path to happiness slip out of his hands. He knew there was nothing he could do to go back in time, but if he could, he would.

The third one was full of random things, confusing you. There was pain medication, fluffy socks, a romance novel, some pocky boxes and a tiny red box. You tilted your head to the side, looking at Atsumu for clarifications, he was lost in thought, mostly cursing at himself for being an idiot, but he notices why you are confused fast, “Oh that’s a bag for you. I heard you had an accident, and I just grabbed some stuff I thought you might need on my way here.” he nods with a sheepish smile adorning his still very handsome face; however, it wasn’t wavering your heart. You were glad to confirm that your heart had a new owner. “What about this box?” you hold it up for him to see it, a bright blush quickly going up his face, and he looks away from you, mumbling “That’s our engagement ring. I’ve been holding on to it all these years, was going to give it to you the weekend after shit went down.” he nods, looking now at his feet, hurtful memories flurrying in. “You don’t get to keep it though; I just wanted you to see it. It’s all I have from our relationship, so I plan to keep it and get buried wearing it when I die.” you chuckle at how silly he is being, tucking it back safely into his pants pocket. “This is not the only thing you have from us, Tsumu. You have Seiji.” you move to the very tempting bakery box on the table, gasping at the arrange of tiny cakes, all beautiful and probably very expensive. “I…I didn’t know which one you would like. I know you like chocolate, but things change. So, I brought one of everything they had, you can give the rest to the kids.”

You close it back up, moving closer to Atsumu, one of your hands moving to cradle the side of his face. “I can’t forgive you for what you did Tsumu. Not just because life was very hard without you, but because I missed you so much all this time and Seiji had to grow up without his dad around, all because you didn’t trust me. After all the love I gave you, you still thought I would cheat on you. That is something I can’t forgive, it still hurts.” you can feel his tears now soaking your hand, “But Seiji adores you and he only met you once, I’m not surprised he does though, he is my son.” you choke up a bit on your words, now mimicking him with flowing tears, “I want him to have you, even if I didn’t get to. He deserves having a father that loves him and I know you, you want to see him again, don’t you?” he nods, pulling you closer onto a side hug, his head now on top of yours, sobbing loudly, “You’ve done such a good job, (Y/N). He is the best son anyone could ever want.” and that’s when you break, clutching onto his shirt for dear life. You’ve been waiting so long for someone to tell you this. You’ve worked so hard, all on your own. And Seiji was a living proof of your dedication.

You both stay there crying for what feels like forever, you pull away first, looking up at him with a smile on your face, “Would you like to see him when you don’t have practice?”, your voice only above a whisper, but he hears you, his eyes twinkling with excitement, “Can I really? Then how about Wednesdays? I don’t have practice on Wednesdays. I can go pick him up from school and take him to the zoo or to the cinema or we can go for some ice cream and do homework together like yesterday!” he holds both of your hands in his, and he looks just like your son on Christmas morning. “Sounds good, just make sure to bring him home before diner time or text me if you’re taking him for diner somewhere.” you ask him for his phone to add your contact info in it and he nods in agreement. “Thank you, (Y/N). I just wish I could kiss you like I always did after messing up and have you fall in love with me once more. Have the family we’re supposed to have. Is there anything I can do for you to give me another chance? Can you not love me again? I promise I will be good this time, to both of you.” he looks down, suddenly feeling like he understands Bokuto now and how his mood swings worked. You shook your head, giving him a sad smile. “I waited almost six years for you, Tsumu. I have my own family now.” he gets up, trying to lift his mood from the ground in the process. “I’ll let Seiji know you will pick him up on Wednesday and will send you a video of him looking over your gifts later when he gets back home. Thank you for being there for him, it means the world to me.” You give him a short hug, before walking over to the door and getting him to pick your phone for you. Bending was out of the question according to your man.

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5PM has never taken so long to come. Akaashi speeds on the streets to get home as fast as he can. Once he opens the door he is greeted by cute toddler giggles and a delicious smell coming from the oven. You poked your head over to the entrance, smiling brightly at him, “Welcome home, Keiji.”

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