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spaghettificationandpretzels · 7 months

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A Gentle End

The last chapter of this was posted almost a year ago, and it's been a few months since I've posted. The truth is, life has been rough and I got a round of feedback that totally ruined my confidence so I'm taking a while to get back on the horse.

The final part of the Give Me Shelter

Contains: Angst, violence, answered questions.

1.9 K words

What is better than happy ever after?

Things had taken a turn for the better since that fateful day at the garage. The space that sometimes seemed to fill the house when he was home from a rough day was gone, replaced by the quiet of acceptance and understanding.

Right on cue, the door swung open, and Happy greeted the dogs before throwing off his shoes and walking over to you for a kiss. "How was you run dear?"

He smiled. "Good," there was a pause and he broke your gaze. "I didn't get any more info on who sent that text, it's starting to feel like we're never going to find out."

You sighed. "We've talked about this, I don't care who sent it."

You had been going back and forth for weeks over it, Happy was convinced that finding out who was behind the mess would fix everything, but you knew that once he opened that can of worms, there was no way to close it. Jax was acting like nothing happened, but given Tig's apology for leaving his phone unattended, you knew something was happening behind the scenes.

Happy flopped down on the couch, clearly ready to debate the matter again. "Well I do. I can't have someone fucking with my old lady, it just ain't right."

You knew you had to let it go, had you really asked, Happy would have dropped it, but the others wouldn't and for all his dysfunction, Jax still had some morals. "Fine, but I'm not going to be upset if you never get to the truth. I want to move on with life."

You sat next to him and leaned your head on his shoulder, and Happy reached up to stroke your cheek. You knew that now that the guns the drugs were done, things were going to calm down but the months between knowing the truth and the present had been rough and you were both tired.

"It's going to be alright little girl, I promise."

****

You awoke to knocking on the door, the dogs barking and Happy's arm slung over your naked back, you gave him a push and he groaned before rolling onto his back and rubbing his face. "That better not be one of the guys."

Happy, ever the quiet one, rubbed your leg lovingly then got up and headed towards the door. "Can you put some pants on please?"

He grinned and slid on a pair of black sweats before heading to the front door. You debated getting up to greet the interrupter but Happy made the choice for you when he called through the house that it was Juice. You threw on a robe and met them in the hallway. "You want some breakfast?"

Juice nodded with a smile. "Yes please, you got turkey bacon?" Of course you did, Juice was there enough that you always had some in the fridge.

He made himself at home as you got the food together and Happy went outside for a smoke. By the look on his face, you knew he wasn't there to deliver good news, Jax probably sent him because he knew you and Happy would take bad news better coming from his mouth.

Happy came back in and pecked your cheek before sitting next to Juice at the counter. "What are you doing here Juicy?"

Juice sighed and rubbed his face. "I know Jax promised you the weekend but Arizona will be here by six." Jax was right, there was no way you could say anything to Juice's puppy dog eyes and guilty face.

You sighed. "I'm sure Gemma will want help setting up the party. We'll have breakfast then we'll head off." You were really hoping to have a quiet day with Happy, maybe go to the park and get the dogs some pupcreams from the ice cream truck, but it seemed the ever problematic Arizona had other ideas.

"You sure you're alright with this little girl? That was a new thing too, Happy had been turning down the club a lot and more and more, and you believed that if you asked, he'd leave in a heartbeat.

You nodded. "Yeah, I gotta get out of the house anyway, this all the work at the shelter I haven't had much time to socialise." You sighed. "Breakfast first, then we'll whine about our lost lazy weekend."

****

The party was in full swing now and the conservation was easy as you sat in Happy's lap with a beer in hand. Arizona was milling around but things were strangely calm, until the biggest asshole of Arizona decided to approach the group. Nothing worked on him, the first time he had a go at you was after you brought the piglet to T-M and Happy beating the shit out of him changed nothing, nor did Juice punching him in the mouth after the next comment, when he said something horrible about the little tripod puppy that you had brought with you one day.

"I guess you're still hanging around." He was as smug as ever and a quick look at his chest showed why, despite everything, he was now the road captain.

You gave him a nasty smile and shot back your reply. "Yep, like a bad fucking smell, can I help you?"

Happy was tense at your back but he knew to let you handle it until it really crossed the line. "Nah, I was just curious about where your latest pathetic thing was. Did you get sick of playing Mother Teresa?"

There was no point in arguing, he was just being an asshole so you turned back to Jax and picked up where you left off. He didn't seem to like that because he spoke even louder, enough that everyone close could hear. "You really are bent on staying around, aren't you? I thought after you saw all that shit at the garage, you'd be out of here, maybe I should have given you more credit."

The statement struck you as odd because you didn't remember seeing him there that day, in fact, only one Arizona man was, the other had left ten minutes before to follow up on a lead. When you said as much, he tried to backtrack but the lie that someone told him fell flat, there was no way anyone would mention a witness.

You stood up, leaving room for Happy to jump in. "Did you take Tig's phone and send that text? Don't bother lying, it's pretty obvious that you did."

He crossed his arms over his chest and chuckled coldly. "Yeah I did, but hey, you're still around, so maybe I was wrong about you."

The room had gone silent and there was a chill in the air that could have frozen hell. "Are you saying you put the club at risk of capital charges because you wanted me to break up with my boyfriend?"

It seemed the oh shit moment came hard and fast because his eyes went wide before he collected himself and tried to recover. "I knew you wouldn't tell anyone, I just wanted Hap to know what you were really made of."

Happy was shaking with rage behind you but given the looks on the member's faces, this was more than just a matter between brothers now. Jax stood up, his face hard as stone and looked at you. "Go home y/n, please." You thought about refusing but Jax was mixing a thinly veiled demand with manners, you knew it was serious.

You pecked Happy's cheek and his only reaction was the slight turn of his head towards your lips before his eyes were back glaring daggers at the man. Jax shot a look at the prospect then back at you. "Call Rat if you need anything. I'll have your old man home before bedtime, don't worry." He turned to the group. "Church now."

You gave him a slight smile and walked towards the door, placing your hand on Happy's shoulder as you went. "I love you."

You didn't even meet your eye. "You too."

****

The door swung open but when you looked up, it was Chibs with his hand on the nob. Happy walked through and smiled at you and when you got a look at his hands, it was clear why you heard a car and not a bike pull into the driveway. "Can you fix him up Lass?"

Happy's hands were swollen and bruised and two of his fingers were at a strange angle. "I'll try." Chibs flashed a smile and left, and Happy sat on the couch while you got the first aid kit.

You sat the box on the table and waved at him to remove his bloodied shirt and a wave of rage came over you when you saw the fresh tattoo. "What the fuck is that?"

He grunted. "What do you think? I fucking killed him." You knew that was going to happen by Jax's tone when he called everyone to church.

You huffed. "I ain't talking about that. I'm talking about the fact that you sat for a tattoo with two broken fingers. Do you want to get arthritis?" You rubbed your face and started to clean the open gashes on his knuckles, it would be a lie to say you were gentle, he should have come home right away, the tattoo could have waited.

"I'm sorry." His voice cracked as he spoke and you set the gauze down to look into his eyes, they were rimmed red and his breath stuttered in his chest as he continued. "You didn't deserve any of this." You fought the urge to quip back about what the other guy looked like as you picked a fragment of tooth from his finger and he stopped you to place a black and blue hand over yours. "I love you."

You smiled as the anger faded from your chest, you were relieved that it was finally over. "I love you too." You returned to cleaning his hands with your regular gentleness this time and he looked at you lovingly until you were done. "I'm going to get you some ice and some pain meds, you'll need to rest for a few weeks while those heal."

He wrapped his arms around you as you stood up and pulled you into a hug, his warm embrace making you realise how late it was and how tired you felt. "Can I shower with these?" You nodded. "Alright little girl, I'm gonna clean up, you wanna head to bed?"

You parted ways and went to go to the kitchen for a glass of water but halfway there, Happy walked to your side and brushed your wrist with the back of his bandaged hand before grabbing your fingers gently as you fought the urge to laugh at his limited mobility. "What is it honey?"

"Marry me." He sounded head serious.

"What?" It wasn't that you were going to say no, you were just shocked that he was doing it now. You figured he'd do it with his mum and aunt there, maybe some of the guys.

He placed one hand on your shoulder and rested the other one on your cheek. "Marry me," he took a breath. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, marry me."

You felt your eyes well with tears. "Ok, I'll marry you."

His face broke into a grin and he took your face in his hands as he pulled you into a kiss. You could feel the love and affection in his touch as his lips pressed against yours. He pulled back for a moment to look into your eyes, brushing your nose with his as he spoke. "I love you so much."

You placed your hand on his cheeks and smiled. "I love you too Hap."

He was smiling again and let out a chuckle. "I better call mum."

The end

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bippot · 2 months

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*Sorry it took soo long! The big doc that I had all my plans on got corrupted and I had to re-do the plot of the last few chapters cause I couldn't remember what I'd originally thought was gonna happen!*

Summary: How many times does Vigilante need to get injured before Harcourt finally gives in and hires a medic to help out with the squad's injuries? Far too many times, that's how many.

When it's uncovered that a fancy hotel is linked to, not only what's left of the legion of butterflies, but also a string of weird deaths and missing persons reports, the only two for the job are lovesick Adrian and the newbie.

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Gun Violence, Blood and Injury, Undercover as a Couple, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Summer Vacation, Butterflies, Alien Invasion, Stitches, Weird Biology, Creep in a Bathroom, Aphrodisiacs, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Drugging, Peeping, general weirdness, Human Experimentation, Eventual Smut, p in v, Human Farming

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Previous chapter: Raw

Y/N stayed awake all night. She couldn't sleep no matter how much she wanted to. The worry that Adrian would suddenly choke on his tongue or go into shock in his sleep was far too prevalent in her mind for it to shut off for a few hours. He seemed fine on the outside. As far as she could see, the aphrodisiacs were out of his system. They'd been fucked out. But, there was no way of knowing if there were any side effects that might be brought about. For all she knew, there could be an effect that wasn't visible until hours later and she needed to be alert for that.

Around 7 in the morning, he began to wake up. Y/N let out a sigh of relief as she watched him open his eyes and blink at her owlishly, a small frown marring his brows before it was replaced with a smile.

"Morning."

"Good morning," she replied in a whisper, smiling softly. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better." He shifted on top of her, causing her to raise a brow, and hummed in response before pressing a kiss on her shoulder. A mischievous look flashed across his beautiful emerald green eyes. "We had sex last night."

"Yep."

"Like, a lot of times."

"Uh-huh."

"And you enjoyed it?"

"I did. Did you?"

"That's an insane question to ask. Yes! Of course I fucking enjoyed it!" he barked playfully as he propped his chin up with his hand. An eyelash had fallen onto his cheek so Y/N gently brushed it away and his brain couldn't handle it. Adrian was closing the gap between their lips in a second flat, crashing his mouth onto hers in a passionate, desperate manner.

Would he ever find someone else who was so sweet to him? Someone who understood him so well? Someone who cared enough to take care of him despite his rough edges? Someone who wouldn't run scared after hearing a word he said, or look at him like he had gone completely crazy?

"When we get back to Evergreen, I'm going to challenge Harcourt to a duel."

"...What?"

"I'm challenging her to a duel and totally gonna win it," he continued, ignoring the incredulous look that crossed her features, "For you."

"Why?!"

A smile spread across his handsome face. "Yeah, she's the reason that we're not together in real life, right? Cause she's got this claim on you or whatever - " he began but was interrupted by Y/N laughing at him. Adrian blinked at her.

"Emilia is my sister," Y/N explained, not at all hiding her amusement about his completely misguided view on the siblings' relationship. "Technically half sister."

"SISTER?" He repeated, dumbfounded as he stared at her. "How long has that been a thing?"

"Um...since I was born. I guess."

HOLY FUCK! His mind was blown. This was vital information that nobody had told him. Did everyone else just assume he picked up on that? Or did they all band together and purposely not tell him so he'd look like an idiot when he asked?

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I assumed you were told."

All of his body weight suddenly was on top of her, pinning her beneath his body as he pressed a kiss directly on her jawline. "I fucking wasn't," he muttered gruffly in her ear as he nuzzled it affectionately, making her giggle, "I wish I'd known earlier because I would've put the moves on you so hard!"

"Yeah? What's your best move, huh?"

Honestly, Adrian didn't have any moves. None. He wasn't good with women. Other than his nana - RIP - and Dolores, he hadn't had many women in his life that actually liked him. Those two were elderly women that saw him as a child to be coddled than a 'man'. Men should have moves. He's a man to Y/N. Yeah, he could have moves if he tried.

"The only move I have is being so fucking surprised that you actually like me! You! A total babe from the hottest planet of absolute babes. Like me? That's literally insane!" he babbled as he kissed up her neck. His hands worked their way under her shirt, cupping one of her breasts as his tongue flicked against her sensitive skin. "If we ever get married and you want kids, I'll happily give you as many as you want. We'll have an entire litter of the little shits and they'll be so fucking cute because they'll have your genes. Or if you don't want kids, we could have cats. Or dogs. Or maybe a few ferrets. I think having a ferret would be cool."

Yeah, his move worked. There's nothing more attractive than earnestness. And the promise of commitment with a guy who you desperately want commitment with. Y/N was sold. She'd already been sold. She was sold the moment she'd met the guy - 'the idiot named Vigilante' - that she'd been told to patch up.

"Is it a good move?"

"I adore you. So much."

His expression turned so bashful as he gazed upon her, admiring the beauty in his eyes as he ran his fingertips lightly over her bare midriff. She bit her lip, her smile growing brighter as her fingers threaded through the strands of his hair, playing with them absentmindedly. "I'm in love with you," he blurted out, unable to stop himself.

"I know." She whispered in reply, smiling warmly up at him. Her heart was bursting with happiness as she looked up into his gorgeous green eyes, taking in his breathtakingly handsome face before leaning forward and capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. "I'm in love with you too, champ."

Adrian smiled against her lips, pure relief and joy flooding his veins as he kissed her back eagerly. This was the best day ever! Nothing could ruin it!

Their smooch came to an abrupt halt when Y/N yawned right up against him. "Sorry. I'm sorry. Just tired," she apologised, yawning once again when her sentence ended.

"You didn't sleep?"

"I was in a worry."

"About me?" Y/N nodded. "You were worried about me. Wow, thank you. Nobody has really done that for me since my Nana passed. Yeah, uh, thank you. Kinda makes me feel special, actually."

Slightly awkwardly, he chuckled after his admission - despite the fact he'd just professed his love for her - before giving her a peck on the tip of her nose. "Go back to sleep. We've still got an hour or so before breakfast and I'll do some gay bee reconnaissance while you're out so it looks like we're working really hard instead of all the fucking and sleeping that we actually do."

That was a good plan, one that Y/N was so prepared to carry out. She let Adrian peel himself out of their embrace so he could retrieve the remote controlled bee from its case but as soon as he was back with her, she was falling asleep with her head on his chest. At first, Adrian completely forgot that he was supposed to be spying and just watched Y/N sleep. He realised that he did that a lot. There was this giddiness inside his heart whenever she proved that she trusted him enough to go unconscious in his presence.

Maybe it wasn't as much as a big deal for her, but for Adrian, it was almost impossible for him to allow himself to become vulnerable with anyone else in the room. There was one mission before Y/N joined the squad where they had to share hotel rooms. Vigilante, as much as it excites him to be around Peacemaker, didn't trust the guy not to fuck with him or draw a dick on his head or anything like that, so he stayed awake the entire night to ensure Chris didn't pull anything.

For five, maybe ten minutes, he brushed his fingers through her hair and watched as she drifted further and further off with a content smile etched upon her face. She was snuggled close to him, arms wrapped securely around his waist and face buried within his chest. Just looking down at her made him unbelievably happy.

Then he remembered 'shit, I'm supposed to be spying right now' and got to that. Auggie's gay bee was buzzing out of their hotel room and further into the hotel in no time. At first, there wasn't anything that really stood out. Staff did their jobs. Other vacationers were awake and got to their breakfast buffet as it opened. Sparrow greeted each and every one of them with the smile that Adrian had come to hate. It was so forced. Obviously, there's a certain type of politeness that you need to have if you work in the service industry - and if you have to fake that, fair enough - but there was a smarmy-ness to Sparrow that accelerated any dislike Adrian had for the guy.

Just when Adrian was going to give up - nothing interesting at all had happened in the five minutes since he started and his attention was already falling off - Sam and Steve from next door ushered Sparrow into a quiet corner. "We have some good news," Sam began, her hushed voice barely covering her excitement.

Sparrow narrowed his eyes and glanced around to make eye contact with a nearby server, who nodded and hurried away to one of the staff areas. "Do tell," he urged, his hand making it to the small of Sam's back as he guided them further away from everyone else and out of the dining hall.

"All the massages and medication must've worked." Steve placed his palm on his wife's stomach. "Little O'Donnell has finally made an appearance."

Weird. Adrian had some idea that his pals - well, they were people who forcefully inserted themselves into most conversations the 'Bardot's' had without asking - were trying to have children. In fact, most of the couples, if not all that they'd spoken to, were in the process of attempting to conceive.

Guiding the O'Donnells through parts of the hotel Adrian had never gone down before, Sparrow congratulated the pair and asked so many follow up questions about the tot. Although, he didn't seem all that interested in the answers. He would say the question and then zone out for the entire time it was being answered, his head bobbing as if he was paying attention but his eyes making it very clear that he was disassociating.

The gay bee followed the trio further and further into the hotel - if he'd been watching when Y/N did reconnaissance yesterday, he would've noticed the familiar surroundings - until they entered a doctor's consulting room. Why was this down a random corridor in an alien hotel?

Sam and Steve were escorted inside and introduced to a doctor who called himself "Dr Yatz" who checked Sam's vitals, her blood pressure, took samples, and other various things that Adrian had no idea what the hell was happening. The guy seemed like he was a real doctor, but there was also something that seemed off about him.

Dr Yatz was an intense guy, Adrian decided. He was observant. It was like he was studying everyone around him to see if they knew shit that they didn't. And, he'd caught sight of the bee hovering and didn't even swat at it. He just glared at the little robot. Did he know?

Then, after to coming to the conclusion that, yes, Sam O'Donnell was experiencing symptoms of pregnancy, Dr Yatz pressed a button right next to the examination table to open a dumbwaiter on the other side of the room and Adrian knew that whatever was going to happen next wasn't going to be good.

He shook Y/N as fast as he could and through tired, half lidded eyes, saw as a beautiful blue rodent sized butterfly catapulted itself into Sam's throat and lodged itself inside her body. Sam spasmed for a few seconds, blood dripping from the corner of her lips, as her husband shrieked, then she fell into limp silence.

Y/N was awake in an instant. "What -!?" she exclaimed frantically, looking down at Sam's prone form.

Steve backed up into the nearest cabinet with wide, panicked eyes as Dr Yatz turned around swiftly. "Stay still," he said coldly, his tone low and intimidating as his eyes darted across Sam's features, assessing the situation.

"She's dying!" Steve yelled, panic laced in his words as he reached towards Sam.

"She's being reborn." Yatz's tone was firm, unwavering. His gaze snapped over to the bee and slapped it into the wall harshly. It hit the concrete floor with a dull thud and the video feed went out, static overtaking the display screen.

Back in the comfort of their hotel room, the duo were dumbfounded as they tried to make sense of what just happened. Sam was a butterfly now. Steve's fate was presumably the same. Dr Yatz was in the same building as them.

"I can figure this out," Y/N murmured breathlessly, more to herself than Adrian, as her hand came to rest upon the scar on the small of her back unconsciously. "Need to figure this out."

"Yeah, course you can, babe. You're, like, the smartest person I know."

“Let's get ready for breakfast. Other than fuck chocolate, you haven't eaten since yesterday lunchtime," she told him, whipping the duvet away from them and get up. They had to make an appearance at breakfast. That was obvious. Anyone who acted the slightest bit withdrawn or out of the ordinary was going to be scrutinised. "Gonna need our strength."

"I'm sure the fuck chocolate had some nutritional value."

"Well, I'm hungry so get outta bed cause I want food."

Within a second, he was out of bed and throwing his clothes on to do exactly as she said and make her happy. He made sure that he got her approval on his outfit before they left the room, then they were out the door and ready to exploit the all-you-can-eat breakfast at their disposal. Because, yeah, he was hungry. And if he was hungry, he had no idea how ravenous Y/N was. He had his stomach full of chocolate and his dick surrounded by pussy. He had truly been sated last night. Y/N, however, had been used and underfed and had only about 25 minutes of sleep and had been rudely awakened by the sight of an alien murder. If she thought it was best to get to breakfast, he was going to ensure they got breakfast.

"Fill your plate, baby. I literally going to have a mountain of waffles if Spencer over there hurries the fuck up," he joked as he placed a hand around Y/N's waist and tugged her close to his side while he grabbed two plates off of the buffet table with the other. As soon as he was done piling his plate high with eggs, sausage, pancakes, bacon, hash browns, French toast, sausages, and biscuits, they were sitting at their usual table and eying everyone as they walked in.

As expected, the O'Donnells didn't show. Presumably, they were dead and being used like puppets at this point.

For the rest of the day, Y/N tried to figure out what the hell was happening. Though they wanted nothing more than to lock themselves away in their room and get a conspiracy board going, they still had to pretend to be one of the regular vacationers.

Other than the obvious, the day itself had been rather uneventful.

Breakfast was normal. Lunch was. The daily affirmation session. The massages too. It was a lovely sunny day and guests were encouraged to hang out by the pool to soak in some vitamin D and indulge in some non-alcoholic beverages. The couple had to pretend that everything was swell and normal and they weren't freaking out.

As she was chatting to the other ladies, Y/N casually brought up pregnancy to them. She used the stereotypical 'now the wedding is done, onto kids' excuse and found out that every single woman she spoke to, was trying to have a baby. Every single one. Without fail. No matter if they already had a little one or this was their first go, they all had the goal of pregnancy. That had to be a piece of the puzzle.

With all this new information and the lack of sleep, Y/N was still exhausted. So, when she allowed herself to get out of the pool and join back up with her husband, Y/N was crawling onto the lounger and resting directly on top of Adrian, her back leaning against his front.

"Any news?"

"I think I might have some info. Tell you later."

Economos had packed Adrian a book for some reason. Just a normal Steven King book. He'd never even thought to look at it but he was bored and didn't want to get his hair wet so he sat under an umbrella and read a book. He looked like he'd been ripped directly from a travel agency advert with his khaki shorts, open Hawaiian shirt, ray bans on his forehead and his bikini clad wife sitting in the gap between his legs. He would've got his Nintendo Switch out but he'd forgotten to charge it and he had to entertain himself the old fashioned way.

They'd done a pretty good job at keeping their panic below the surface, although there were times where they both let a bit of fear slip into their voices while talking with each other. They were tense, that was for sure.

Adrian put his arm around Y/N to pull her in even closer, his nose burying into the crook of her neck as he read over her shoulder. He pressed a small kiss into her skin and smiled as he felt her relax a little.

"We're okay," he muttered softly, closing his eyes as he nuzzled his head closer to hers. "I'll kick anyone's ass who even looks at you funny. I'll get some Raid roach spray and just torch these motherfuckers. Burn this whole place down. Just say the word and I'll pop off, okay?"

She turned over to be chest to chest with him and ran the backs of her fingers along his jawline, smiling when he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. "No popping off just yet. For now, we've gotta stick to the charade until we can meet up with the others in town," she sighed softly, pressing her lips to his ear as she said, "And then, we can burn this down together."

The promise of future violence caused Adrian to crack an eye open to shoot Y/N an amused grin. He leaned forward to capture her lips in a kiss that surely got some disapproving looks sent their way, but they ignored them completely in favour of continuing to explore each other's mouths for a little while longer.

Hey, they were horny newlyweds! It was appropriate. Who knows how much longer the mission would go on for? They'd have to indulge in the fantasy while they still could.

Y/N let her kisses trail along his cheek and down his neck as she whispered, "Is it weird that I think I'm going to miss it here? It's such a strange place but, I don't know, it's nice to just be you and me, to be married and have a perfect, like, by the book life. Don't you think?"

He hummed softly in agreement, his hands moving up her back to tangle in her curls at the base of her skull as he scratched idly at her scalp, causing her to moan and slump against his shoulder. "Yeah, I guess this feels right," he replied softly, his head resting on top of hers, "I feel at home whenever I'm with you so I think it's the person rather than the place that makes it feel better. But, yeah, being not married to you is going to kill me when we get back."

"You're a sap."

"You love it," he laughed as he reached around for the towel he knew Y/N had brought. As soon as his hand touched it, Adrian was delicately placing it over Y/N's lower half as if it were a blanket. It wasn't much coverage but it would stop Sparrow's wandering gaze and, hopefully, avoid anyone else checking out his wife's ass.

They chatted amongst themselves for a while longer, the sun beating down heavily upon the pool and bathing everyone within sight in its heavenly warmth. Their conversation was mainly surface level stuff. Some trivial things, random things, just simple things to fill their time without getting too deep into actual topics that would put a neon sign above their heads of 'hey, we're spies! please kill us, you alien bastards!'.

"Babe, it's that guy from...y'know," Adrian said, his eye catching sight of someone standing off to the side and watching all of the couples. "The doctor man."

Everything in her wanted to crane her neck back to get a glimpse of Dr Yatz in the flesh. He hadn't changed much. She'd only gotten a brief look at him on the gay bee feed before it cut out but he seemed exactly as she remembered him. An old, wrinkly man with a thick indiscriminate accent that he tried to hide with varying degrees of success.

No. He'd definitely recognise her face. And the injury she'd got because of him.

"Is my scar visible?" she asked, her voice barely audible since she hid her face in the gap between his neck and the lounger. He tugged the towel to fully conceal her scar from view without question. "He can't see me, can he?"

"Don't think so."

"Has he still got a limp?"

"Doesn't seem like it."

"That bastard."

Her voice sounded venomous. Even Y/N could hear it dripping off her tongue and coating the words that left her mouth. Her heart rate increased as her mind flashed back to the last time she saw him. The blood. The pain. The "leave her behind" that, thankfully, wasn't listened to.

"He's gone, babe," Adrian announced, reaching out and holding onto her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You okay?"

It took her a moment to compose herself enough to answer, "Of course. Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

Concern in every pore in his body, he frowned and tilted his head as he stared at her. His eyes scanned her face. She wasn't okay. That much he could tell. His thumb brushed the bottom edge of her bottom lip gently as he looked into her eyes. "Talk to me," he urged.

"When we get back to our room."

That answer seemed to satisfy him for now. He gave her a soft peck on her forehead and wrapped his arms around her again to snuggle into her as much as possible. They remained there until it became clear that everybody else was beginning to disperse and that was their cue.

Once they were back in their room, Y/N did a sweep with the IP scanner just in case the maid had added a sneaky camera whilst they were gone. What she was going to say was classified information that the butterflies might know - Yatz was working for them or one of them so they probably knew some details about his experiments - but there could've been parts of her side of the story that they had no idea about.

Then, when she confirmed that they were secure, she sat down on the bed and tried to gather her thoughts and gather her wits. Adrian, meanwhile, got to his knees between her legs and rested his forearms on her thighs, leaning forward slightly to stare at her intensely through those beautiful eyes of his, waiting patiently to see what was going to come out of her mouth next.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she cleared her throat. "Dr Yatz," she started slowly, taking a deep breath, "Was my last mission at the DEO so my brain is kinda struggling to deal with the fact that history is repeating itself. I mean, I guess it makes sense..."

A sigh fell past her lips. "Have you ever heard of Jack Ryder?"

"The host of that gameshow 'You Don't Know Jack!'?"

They made a TV show off a Jackbox game. No, it wasn't any good. It was a bunch of people who thought they were a lot funnier than they actually were and was an insufferable watch.

"Yeah, that guy."

"I remember that show. It fucking sucked," Adrian admitted, making her laugh at his bluntness

"Have you heard of The Creeper?"

Gotham has a bunch of freaks running around. Some good, like Batman. Some bad, like the Joker. Others are somewhere in between, like The Creeper. Adrian had heard about this anti-hero - he kept tabs on all the superpeople he possibly could because they're sick as fuck but he might need to know their weaknesses one day to kill them - and, honestly, he hadn't been convinced that The Creeper was real until now.

He'd seen images of the guy. Would you believe that a guy with yellowy green skin, red claws, and malachite spiked hair who went around in dirty tighty whities and a cape is real? In this world of metahumans and Batman villains, he should've assumed that this freak was really a thing that existed out there somewhere.

"Uh-huh."

"Well, they're the same guy. Jack got into a lot of debt and when Yatz offered him some money to be a test subject, he couldn't refuse," Y/N explained and waited for him to acknowledge that he understood before she carried on. "The doctor was working for the Joker at the time, primarily on his perfecting the formula on his Venom -"

"Like his laughing gas?"

"Exactly."

"So, is that like those vials in that examination room?"

Y/N tilted her head as she thought. The weird examination room that they'd seen both times of the bee's camera had a huge cupboard of different coloured liquid that were all named after emotions. After all, Joker's Venom was green and induced severe gleefulness. Maybe Yatz had branched out from laughing gas.

"When did you get so smart?" she cooed in awe as she cupped his cheeks with both of her hands. "Okay, yeah. So, he's created laughing gas and fuck gas now - oh shit - that's the fucking roofies in the affirmation session!"

Things were beginning to unravel in her mind and she needed to take control of them before anything got away from her, and she needed to do it quickly. Because there was one last piece of the puzzle to add to everything she was piecing together.

"They want us to fuck. Why do they want us to fuck?"

"Cause you're hot?" he suggested, knowing full well how stupid that was the second it came out of his mouth. "The camera in the gift basket? I don't know. I'm not good at this shit."

"You're doing so good. Throw some more ideas at me."

"Maybe they want authentic couple porn and get off at being voyeuristic creeps?"

Smiling, she tried to hide her laugh by biting her lip, which only furthered his desire to quit while he was ahead. He'd sniffed out one clue and maybe that was enough for the day. He let out a groan and let his forehead rest against her breast in defeat.

"Your boobs feel bigger," he stated matter of factly and pulled up his head to look at her in the eye. She laughed out loud this time, not even trying to restrain herself, then abruptly stopped.

That was it! Boobs! Other than being jiggly, there was one other common feature of breasts.

"Fucking breastfeeding! They're milking us like cows!”

Next Chapter: Farmville

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teaabexx · 2 months

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It is I! The Wizard!

I was hoping to put in a request!

So, I'm really hyperfixating on LOZ rn and I was hoping you would write something for me.

Reader is an alchemist who works for either Vaati or Ghirahim (Vaati preferably but it's up to you) and summons/creates a monster they were told SPECIFICALLY not to do and just goes "Hey, remember that thing you told me not to do?"

If you don't that is totally fine!

OMGGG FIRST REQUEST IM SO HAPPPPYYYY !!

I actually love the idea lol idk why.

safe for everyone!!

Mistake

"Should I be mad ?" He mumbled while looking up at you, a mix between annoyance, amusement and exhaustion. He knew. He instantly knew. The knock on the door ? The dumb smile ? The small little bounce ? Yep. He knew. He sighed, he didn't even try to be angry, he just knew that would happen.

You're little smile dropped and you stared at him dead in the eyes. "I did it" you admitted in a whisper. "Did what…?"

"The thing you told me not to do"

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"(Name)-"

"I called it Terrence !!"

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The curtains were torn everywhere, there were bite marks on the tables, even a bit of...uhm...fur ? On the ceiling? Vaati frowned in confusion as he looked up at the ceiling. How did it get here? A big bulging eye, weird black/dark blue fur, a sticking tongue. So cute waw.

''You should've called him Terror not Terrence." He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. AGAIN. He was annoyed, pissed, mad anything you want. Vaati entered the room and rolled up his sleeves, he started whistling to the...creature...''Psst, psst Terrence come here...!'' Terrence stared at him, huffing like a puppy, his one big eye was blinking slowly and staring at him. Terrence jumped from the ceiling and started running all over the room, Vaati running behind him to catch him.

You, on the other hand, were leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed, trying to hold back your laugh. He'd been trying to catch it for about twenty minutes. "Need help ?" You asked teasingly "Shut the f*ck up (Name)" he replied from across the room. You chuckled, amused to see him run and jump everywhere trying to reach the creature.

You shook your head and finally decided to help him. Too late, Vaati already caught Terrence. ...wait. OH SHIT-

"VAATI DON'T TOUCH THE TAIL—" you shouted.

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"You could've tell me earlier" he grumbled while you were wrapping the bandage around his head. It was the first time you saw him without his cap. You giggled nervously and tried to avoid his glare. "I'm sorry, I forgot... I only remembered when I saw you trying to catch him by his tail." He looked up at you, you were focused and a bit embarrassed when wrapping the bandages. He was staring at you intensely. When you noticed his intense gaze on you, you release the bandages and stare back, a small blush creeping on your face.

"W-what ?" You mumbled shyly. He kept staring, he cupped your chin and leaned closer. Your eyes widened and you let him, you were expecting him to kiss you so you closed your eyes and waited. He kept leaning closer until Terrence barked. He stopped and you opened your eyes.

Vaati smirked and got up, grabbing his cap at the same time. He walked away but before leaving he said playfully y.

"You're fired !!"—

"WHAT ?"

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Omg it's really short I'm sorry I hope you like it !!

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justahopelessssromantic · 1 year

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Who did that to you?

A/N: I'm still figuring out getting back into this writing thing. I've missed it so I thought I might try sharing some random pieces. Here's just a little something for Happy Lowman and one of many OC's Evelyn. I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think ☺️

Warnings: Nothing really I can think of. It's been a while so please forgive me I'm a little rusty. Happy being protective and just some sweet fluff.

Pairings: Happy Lowman/ OC Evelyn

Happy stepped into the house kicking his boots off and hanging his kutte up by the door. He was quickly met with Bruno and Ellie barking to announce his arrival. Once they assessed the threat was only him they were all tail wags and smiles as they excitedly waited for him to give each of them some attention.

After the joyful greetings he made his way down the hallway to the bedroom discarding his shirt as he went as the two followed behind him before rushing past him and into the bedroom. By now it was very much routine when he'd get in late after a long ride.

It had been a while since he last saw her. Way longer than any of them liked. They talked on the phone as much as they could though with both their busy schedules.

The tv was on, lighting up the bedroom as it quietly played some sitcom reruns. That's when he saw Ruby, the sweet pitbull he had brought home to her a few months ago curled up on the bed. She lifted her head up for a pet before plopping it back down and resuming her nap.

"In here," Evelyn's voice called out from the bathroom. The door was shut all but a crack allowing just a little light to spill through.

Happy stepped into the room just as she was patting her face dry.

"I missed you."

She smiled as he pulled her close. "I missed you too."

His own smile was quick to fall, his rage taking over as he took in the black and blue bruising around her eye. "Who did that to you?" He growled.

She could almost see his demeanor change before it even happened instantly picking up on his change in mood. She had become somewhat of an expert on Happy. She quickly tried to reassure him and turn the situation back around.

"Happy, baby, look at me." She spoke calmly, patiently waiting for his gaze to move from the bruise and meet her eyes. It took some coaxing but eventually his murderous stare met her soft hazel eyes.

"It was an accident." She explained.

"I don’t care. I'm going to kill whoever did that to you. Just give me a name."

"You're not going to kill anyone. It was just an accident.” She grabbed his hand in hers. “One of my patients, he just got confused was all. He didn't mean to and he felt horrible once he realized what he had done."

His body was still tense as he looked down at her and she knew he was still running through a million different ways to make the one responsible suffer. It was in his wiring to protect those he loved. She wouldn't ever want to change that about him but she also wasn't going to let him jump into every fight, especially when there was no need for one.

"You're not going to go beat up an eighty four year old." She reasoned with him.

He huffed. He didn't care how old he was.

"Promise me." She didn't think he'd actually do it but just in case she had to hear him say it.

It only took a few moments of her intense stare down before he gave in. "Fine.”

“Good,” Satisfied she stretched up to give him a kiss before taking his hand and leading him to the bed. He followed close behind her. "I mean I think it kind of looks badass don’t you?”

“Totally badass." He grinned playing along. "My little killer.”

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Wolf Bite - Part 17

“I have kids,” he says, the second she closes the door behind them. “Two of them. And they're cute as hell, for the record.”

“You've done little else but beg for your life since I sent Anti out for you again,” replies the Alpha, kicking a chair into place in front of him. “It doesn't seem to be working out very well for you.”

Chase wishes he could be glaring, fierce, cocked like a gun. But he knows he's bug-eyed and pallid, a bead of sweat tracing its way down his temple like a raindrop on glass. The amount of cameras in this room is even worse than the darkness of downstairs. He remembers the anxiety that started to eat him alive in the last year of his streaming career: everyone is looking at you, and all of them think you're pathetic.

Iris folds her hands together, leaning against the table as she looks at him. He doesn't like that. He doesn't like her. He doesn't like that brutal smell, like a layering of something on his tongue, he doesn't like her eyes, looking into him instead of at him, and he definitely doesn't like this place, decrepit and tattooed in spiders.

“What do you want?” he whispers.

“To learn about you.”

“I don't mean that. I mean all of this.”

“Ah,” she says. “Of course. I'm a researcher, Chase. I'm conducting an experiment.”

“Living in the wild?”

“Oh, sure, living in the wild. We'll do that. But it's been done before. What we'll do is live as part of the wild. Never human if we can help it. I want to know how close to a real wolf you can actually get, Chase. And wolves, they don't pick their packs the way humans pick and choose and come and go. No. I'm an Alpha. I saw someone I wanted for my pack, so I took you, even if I had to have you bitten. When we're all wild, you'll stop resisting. The wolf, Chase Brody, is stronger than the human, even in turned wolves. That's my hypothesis. You're my research method.”

He feels something other than sweat running down his cheeks, and he swipes bitterly at his face. He wishes he didn't believe her. He wishes he thought he could resist no matter what. But the moon is getting so close to full, and he knows that the feeling of needing to be a wolf who belongs will only get worse. He knows because he did it once already. He couldn't resist the Second and he can't resist the Alpha now.

“Well, great pick,” he sneers, shoving mussed hair out of his face. “A fucking has-been Youtuber who got famous throwing shit at cups. I've been surviving on junk food, Gatorade, and my space heater for years. I'll be dead in a month living in the woods like an animal.”

“I won't let you die, Chase,” she replies coolly. “Don't be so dramatic. This had nothing to do with your videos – although they did give me a chance to examine your character, or at least the version you show to others. But I've seen your charity streams too, Chase, and I've been to your court dates.”

“What? How long have you been following me?”

“Oh, since before I had JJ turned. I knew exactly who I wanted. You getting away was a mistake, admittedly... Anti fucked that up. Couldn't keep you quiet enough. If he'd listened to me you would never have been barking and howling like that. He would have shut you up.”

Chase swallows, leaning away from her in his chair.

“But once the police came I knew it wouldn't be safe to go get you again, and taking Henrik would be tricky too. Then they sent you to Sean, and I realized you'd find Henrik there if I had him bitten too.”

“So we bonded,” Chase growls. “You planned that. Anti said so. But you planning it didn't make it happen. Henrik's a good guy, and we get along easily, that's the only reason we're friends.”

“Henrik's a trust fund kid with control issues and a sum total of zero social skills. You're not friends, you're pack, and that's because I picked a pair of isolated recluses, put them in exactly the same boat, and threw werewolf instincts into the mix. There is no possible scenario in which you two didn't bond the way I intended you too. My healer, the genius... and you, Chase. The pack wolf of all pack wolves.”

“I don't know what you mean,” he croaks. “I want to go back downstairs to Henrik. You're just a liar.”

“I've seen how you interact with others, Chase, how genuine you are, how you light up every room you step into when you're well. Everyone likes you, Chase.”

He starts laughing, then, despite everything. “You're actually out of your mind.”

“You will be the one to bring my pack together,” she tells him, smiling for once. “Leave the worst of the hunting and the fighting to me and the others, if you have to. You'll be the lowest rank of the pack, but the most central part, too, our cornerstone. When we're settled and we want more wolves, you'll welcome them, the same way you welcomed Henrik, showed him the ropes, cared for him. I promise you'll be taken care of too.”

“You can't possibly be planning to take more people. This is insane!”

“You're prettier when you're not cowering from me, did you know that?”

“If you're trying to make me throw up, just know that it will be you I throw up on.”

She's opening her mouth again when a knock rattles the door.

“Iris?”

“What?” she snaps. “I'm in the middle of something.”

“That doctor's going crazy. I don't want him around JJ. Can't we go for a run?”

“What, in that park where you nearly lost a fight to a fucking social worker? No. Everyone will be out looking for you. I'll take JJ with me tonight. You're staying here. And let the doctor go crazy. He can feel the moon coming. He'll be more himself by the time it's risen.”

There's a long pause, but Chase can tell Anti hasn't moved.

“I want to stay with JJ,” he says finally.

“I said I'm in the middle of something! Do you want me to tell you again? Medicate if you're anxious, just handle it.”

He retreats this time, but Chase can smell... too many emotions at once to pick them apart. Anti smells like that most all the time. Chase never knows what he's feeling.

Iris leans forward again. Her wild hair slides down her shoulders, hanging around her face. “I've been planning this a long time,” she says, very soft. “I'm so glad you're here now. You and the moon, Chase. I can't wait to run with you for the rest of our lives.”

He closes his eyes, trying to breathe. In some part of his body, like the instincts that teach birds to fly, he can feel the moon rising.

Marvin finds Jackie at home.

Their home. The thought is still warm in his stomach, but the rest of today has been cold despite the summer heat, everything layered over in goose-flesh anxiety for their missing friends and Sean in the hospital.

Jackie's at his desk, staring at nothing. Unnaturally still for Jackie, always meant to be in motion. He only turns when Marvin is so close he can't smell anything else, startling as he looks up.

“Hey,” he says. “Did you leave Sean in the hospital?”

“Nah, he's in my backpack,” says Marvin. When Jackie only frowns at him, he continues. “His brother just flew in from France, dummy. He's okay.”

Marvin pulls Jackie's rolling chair away from his work desk, spinning him to face him. “You're thinking about Chase and the doc.”

“I'm going to handle that,” says Jackie. “I don't want you worrying.”

Marvin pauses, rocking on his heels as he regards his cousin.

“Yeah,” he says. “You're going to get Graham to help you.”

Jackie's stern look breaks in half and his mouth falls open, staring at Marvin. “What?”

Marvin breathes out, shaking his head, and gives a little laugh for reasons he couldn't name. “Jackie. For all his many, many, many faults – like, a lot of faults, for real, probably hundreds – ”

“Yes, thank you, Marvin, I get it.”

“ – he's also the greatest tracker I've ever heard of. He might be able to catch their scents beneath everything.”

“Yeah, but I didn't want you to know,” says Jackie, voice rising. “I didn't want – ”

He cuts himself off, rubbing bitterly at his face. Marvin nods, breathing out again, long, low, slow. It's okay. They're okay.

“Jackie,” he says, softly. “Go do what you have to do.”

Jackie's shaking his head at him already. “No. I will do anything to help Henrik and Chase, but you're my pack, I have to worry about you first, and if this will hurt you, I – ”

“It won't hurt me. It's you. I trust you.”

Marvin leans down to Jackie's level. He reaches out to grab his shoulder, squeezing firm, familiar pressure into his arm, and smiles at him.

“I told you I wanted you to be my Alpha. That means I trust you to make your own decisions about your dad. Whatever you need, Jackie, I'll support you.”

Jackie's breath catches slightly, blinking fast. Oh, no. Marvin laughs again, weaker. If Jackie cries, he'll cry too, and they've had enough of that for this week.

“You really meant it,” Jackie says. “All of this.”

“Yes,” Marvin murmurs. “I will follow you wherever you lead.”

Jackie clears his throat and nods. “Okay. Okay, yeah. I'm going to call on Dad. And when I find them, Marvin... I'll bring them back to you. And I'll build a pack for you.”

Marvin feels his face stretch with how big he smiles. “Seriously? You're ready?”

“I will be,” says Jackie, rising to his feet. “Because they need me to be. And if you trust me, that's enough.”

He throws up the hood of his jacket. “Stay here for your full moon, where it's safe. Dad and I will be tracking. He's not pushing me around today, either. He's not my Alpha anymore. I lead my own pack.”

Marvin sees him off, watching him go from the door. He won't celebrate, not until everyone's home safe, but with the moon so close to full, he can't deny for a moment how long he and his wolf have both waited to hear words like those from the Alpha he's followed for years.

He doesn't want to deny it anymore, either. This is what he's always wanted. Finally, he can have it.

“As long as the moon brings you all back to me in one piece,” he whispers. “Hold on just a while longer. He's coming.”

He just hopes Chase and Henrik are still themselves when they find them.

The line of questioning Iris puts him through freaks him out so thoroughly he's actually relieved to return to the concrete prison of the basement beneath the house, but the door still closes behind him with a click like the timer of a bomb being started.

It's dark down the stairs. Chase stands at the top of them for a moment, shaking and hugging himself. He wants to go home so badly. He wishes he could have at least said goodbye to the kids.

“Schneep?” he croaks, padding down the stairs. “You okay?”

Claws scrabble in the dim light and he blinks as he makes his way down the stairs, trying to sort through everyone's scent. Henrik's still a wolf, and for some reason, it gives him a chill down his spine. He barks and approaches Chase in a rush, pressing his head into his leg.

“Your packmate's out of control,” snarls Anti from the corner, JJ panting cheerfully in his lap. “Howling and sprinting around. Can't you quiet him down?”

“Oh, yeah, I wonder why he'd be freaked out,” Chase snarls back, but Anti responds with a growl so intense Chase shows his neck, gripping at Henrik's fur. Henrik rumbles a threat at Anti.

“Dude, please give me a sign you're okay,” Chase whispers, leaning down to speak to the white wolf. Henrik nips gently at his hands, but doesn't shift back.

“It's his first full moon,” Anti mumbles. “He won't be himself much longer. You were the same way.”

Chase shivers and leans down to hug Henrik closely. JJ, apparently interested in the display of affection, trots over to the pair of them, tongue hanging out warmly. For the second time, Chase reaches out to the little stranger and puts his hand tentatively on his head. Henrik growls, but he doesn't do anything, and when JJ doesn't either, he goes quiet. When JJ is still, Chase rubs at his ears. JJ thumps his tail and leans forward to sniff at Henrik. For the first time, Henrik allows it.

Okay. At least they're not destroying each other down here. They've got to work together, and after all he's heard... Chase thinks there might actually be a chance they could.

He clears his throat. “Anti?”

Anti glares up at him from the corner. Even as a human, he seems to have an unnatural light in his eyes. Chase steels his nerves and approaches him, hands gripped into fists.

Anti watches him carefully. Chase sinks down to sit a few feet from him, showing his neck nervously, and it seems to soothe Anti in some way, the show of submission.

“I need to talk to you,” Chase says. “Quietly. Do you think she can hear this?”

“Don't try to conspire with me, dumbass,” grumbles Anti, rubbing at his face. “She always finds everything out.”

Chase scoots closer, licking at his dry mouth. “Look, man, she – she turned you, right?”

Anti doesn't answer, setting his chin in his hand and staring across the room at JJ as he gently explores Henrik's smell, that bushy black tail wagging endlessly.

“I thought it was all you,” Chase rushes to explain, voice low. “When you abducted me, when you made me shift – but I realized, while I was talking with her.”

“That it was her orders?” Anti mumbles.

“Yeah, well, I knew that. But what I realized, Anti, is that my wolf, the part of me running on pure wolf instincts – it never felt this way with you. This total fear I have of her – when it was you and me, it wasn't like that.”

“Because you bonded to me, idiot,” Anti snaps. “Duh. I'm the one who turned you. Of course your wolf trusted me, even though you shouldn't have.”

“My wolf doesn't trust her even though she smells like an Alpha,” Chase insists. “But you – my wolf never stopped trusting you. And that made me feel like shit the whole time I was trying to recover, because I didn't want to feel anything for you after what you did to me. But now I wonder if maybe the reason my wolf trusted you – the reason I bonded to you, missed your scent, missed being your pack – was because you are, actually, a lot more trustworthy than you're letting on.”

“Oh, shut the hell up,” Anti growls. “Are you joking? You know exactly what I did to you. And to the doc.”

“She told you to. Right? It was her idea. She made you.”

“Chase, why are you fucking trying to give me excuses? Are you really this desperate to believe I'm not dangerous?”

“Yeah, kind of,” he chokes, voice wavering. “Aren't you a prisoner too?”

Anti rubs at his face again. Chase watches his hands, frowning. Is he shaking? It's not cold. Chase reaches forward for a second, almost wanting to touch him.

“Anti,” he says again. “Weren't we pack, for a moment in time?”

“No,” says Anti, softly. “You're fooling yourself.”

“Please don't let this happen to us. Tell me you regret what you did, that you only did it because she made you. We have to get out, man. You can't want this to happen, can you? Your brother – ”

“Don't talk about JJ.”

“You love him, right? Is this really what you want for him?”

Anti won't look at him anymore. He's running his fingers through his hair, eyes distant.

“Even if it was your teeth,” Chase goes on doggedly. “She bit all of us, right? She – ”

“No,” Anti cuts him off. “No, she didn't. I'm a born wolf.”

Chase starts. “Oh. I thought you said...”

“I didn't say shit.”

“Why didn't you tell me when I asked?”

Anti takes a long time to reply. His eyes flicker up to the cameras all around the room, and he shifts in place, looking back at JJ, who's now trying to engage Henrik in a game, chasing his tail and yipping. Chase slips a little closer to Anti, desperate for any shred of hope. He can't lose himself tonight.

“I didn't tell you because it makes it worse,” whispers Anti.

Chase stares at him, waiting, but Anti never seems to volunteer any info without being prompted. “Why is it worse?”

He's staring down at his hands, shaking in his lap. Actually, they're shaking pretty badly.

“Because for nineteen years, I made sure my baby brother knew he could be a wolf the second he decided he wanted to be,” Anti replies, voice rough. “I would offer every year on his birthday: told him I could bite him, guide him, be his pack, but only if he really wanted. And for nineteen years, he told me no.”

“He finally told you yes this year?”

“No,” chokes Anti. “No. He...”

Oh, no. Chase's stomach hurts for a second, twisting up.

“He didn't want to be a wolf.”

Anti doesn't reply. His eyes are wide. Chase blinks, tilting his head to look at him more closely. His eyes aren't just wide, the pupils are blown.

“Wait a second, wait,” says Chase, almost laughing from how fucked up this all is. “Are you – are you high?”

Anti licks his dry lips, gaze flickering over to him. “No... I mean, I just had a little.”

Chase gapes, head shaking. “So she's your supply too. That's – holy shit, that's what that chemical smell is, and where the money for the fancy equipment comes from. She's dealing. What are you on?”

“Nothing illegal, they're just painkillers! Fuck off, okay?”

“Yeah, painkillers are still illegal without a prescription.”

“I just need something to help. She says the cravings will stop once we're wolves full-time.”

“There's no way it works like that. Anti, this is insane. You need to get out of this, man. This is – this is Alpha violence and addiction and maybe a cult, I think? And if you're her Second, does that make the two of you partners? She's the one who gave you that bruise on your face, right? You and Henrik and JJ and I, we need – ”

“Keep your fucking voice down!”

“We have to get out of this or we're going to get stuck!”

“They're stuck already!” screams Anti, whisper tearing into a shout. “Look at them! It's been months since JJ was human! His mind is gone! Don't you understand, there's no escape for us: he can't disobey her while he's this feral, and I won't leave my brother to this fate alone, I can't. So yes, I bit you and your friend, and I locked you up, I don't care, I would do it again to keep him safe!”

“Does this look like safety to you?” Chase snarls back.

“Once we get to the forest – ”

“No, once we get to the forest we'll all be lost, for good! Now is the time to fight her, Anti, now is the time to save your brother, because I don't think we'll get another chance!”

Anti clamps his hand over Chase's mouth, shoving him back against the wall, and all of a sudden Chase remembers exactly who he's dealing with. He whimpers, extending his neck in a snap, and Anti's teeth gleam even in the sliver of light through the high basement window-wells.

For a second, he thinks Anti will bite him just to show dominance. His eyes have caught the moonlight; they gleam more like a cat's than a dog's, silver and piercing. But a moment passes, and Anti just seems to crumple. His hand slides away from Chase's neck. His gaze falls to the floor.

“Iris used JJ against me,” his voice comes, tremulous as a leaf on the wind. “For so long, it was just talk: talk about her and I going away together, to live like real wolves. I loved it. Soaked in the idea. She was my only werewolf friend, and then something more, and I needed the connection. We made plans to go to Canada. But she started to change when I let her start calling herself my Alpha, and myself her Second. Commanding. Confining. I thought we were just fighting like a normal couple until the first time she hit me, hard enough that my nose bled. I tried to get out that night. She told me that if I didn't come home, she'd go to JJ's dorm in London and bring him with her to the wild instead.”

Chase's blood chills. For a second, he almost gets lost in the memories that summons in him: memories of his own sister, of his failed attempts to protect her or to get back to her. Even now, not having spoken to her in years – if someone threatened her, he... might do anything.

“We used to visit him at uni together. She got along with him, but he was having trouble with his professors and classmates. He – he's mute, always has been. A deformity in his voicebox. There were some incidents of discrimination, and he was having trouble making friends. He started to isolate himself. The worse it got, the more she started to talk about how much better it would be for him to be a wolf, how he wouldn't need to talk if he were living wild with us. I even thought it might be an okay idea, for a while. I let him know the offer always stands if he wants to come with. But he was determined to get his degree. I thought she was just lamenting the discrimination until she started to threaten him, to keep me in line. I realized she has no respect for him or what he goes through with his mutism. But by then it was too late. She knew where he lived, and she wanted him for her own.”

Chase can't help but reach out, then, just for a moment. His hand raises and falls onto Anti's shoulder.

“I was so stupid,” Anti whispers. “For not seeing what she was earlier. She's nothing but my captor, now, and his. I should have taken him and run the first time she threatened him. Should have called the police, should never have started taking the oxy's with her, should have – ”

“Dude, you can't blame yourself,” Chase whispers back. “This is messed up stuff, and these things, they happen in a spiral – start out small and get bigger, and by then, you feel trapped. She hid who she was. You did everything you could to keep him safe.”

Anti just shakes his head, lost in something else, somewhere far away.

“I bit him,” he whispers, so soft Chase almost doesn't catch it. “She pinned him down and ordered me to. Said she'd do it herself if I didn't.”

Chase closes his eyes.

“The way he looked at me,” Anti chokes. “The betrayal in his face... I... I haven't seen his human eyes since, and now, I never will again. I'm going to be stuck with that memory of him staring up at me, with the tears and the pain and the disbelief, signing my name... for the rest of my life. So you see... JJ and I, we're both stuck already.”

“Please don't give up, Anti,” Chase begs. “I can't do this alone.”

“You saw me as I am when I bit you, Chase. Just an animal, trapped by her will. I deserve this fate. Now, I can't do anything but try my best to keep him safe from her for the rest of our lives.”

His gaze goes distant, a drowsy, sickly smell poisoning his scent, and Chase knows whatever he took is kicking in. “I think it will be better in the forest,” he says, almost dreamily. “Maybe all these thoughts will leave me alone, and finally, I'll just be the monster I am.”

Henrik comes trotting back towards them, and Chase can't press any further. He doesn't think he wants to know more. Instead, he reaches out with trembling fingers and clutches Henrik's fur, burying his face in the side of him, and he cries for a while as Henrik sits solidly beside him, as though protecting him from the rest of the world.

JJ comes to join them minutes later, settling himself back in Anti's lap as his brother drifts, eyes fixed on something nobody else can see. Chase's bones begin to itch with the need to shift, but he'll hold on as long as he can. Someone has to keep track of Anti's pulse, thready and tremulous beneath Chase's fingers on his wrist.

#tw domestic violence #tw abduction #tw imprisonment #drug use tw #okay i'm trying to get back in the groove with this one! i feel like the quality might have dropped a little but i needed to get it done #hope you enjoy the chapter although it's kinda INTENSE just a heads up

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casspurrjoybell-18 · 5 days

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Worthless - Chapter 5

*Warning Adult Content*

Kade

I knew he was special when I first caught a whiff of him.

There was no denying it, he was my mate.

It brought happiness beyond belief.

My whole body quaked with excitement, with an overwhelming urge to be near him, to protect him.

I felt that, if I didn't mark him right then, then he would disappear.

I walked towards him wanting and needing the feel of him on me.

Needing to mix our scents, to show all that he was mine and I his.

As if caught in a dream, I couldn't comprehend why my mate was growling.

Why his captivating blue eyes were filled with fear.

Why he lunged.

It looked as if they were in slow motion.

My mate's paws were outstretched as his body went airborne, his lips drawn back in a snarl and I saw Eric bashing into my mate and pinning him to the ground.

A growl rolled out of my chest, not only surprising even myself.

The only thing going through my mind was my mate being held down.

If it was any other wolf I would have torn them apart.

Even so I couldn't help the glare, letting the rage I was feeling show in my eyes.

Eric lifted himself off of my mate, locking eyes with a glare of his own.

I'm sure he realized what this wolf was to me or he'd have never let my behavior go but at that moment I couldn't care.

I relaxed slightly as he stepped away, returning my attention to my mate who had not moved an inch.

Cautiously I once again started inching forward, worried about him but stopped as he once again growled.

'Don't Kade, you'll just make things worse.'

I tensed as Eric's voice sounded in my mind.

'Why? He's my mate, right? He'll realize I won't hurt him. It doesn't matter. You don't want him to reject you.'

I whimpered.

It was possible for someone to reject their mate.

Without their love and affection, a wolf will lose themselves in grief sometimes turning rogue, butchering anyone near, other times they would be so lost without their other half that the only solution in their mind was death.

Seeing the consequences of rejection, many wolves do anything to make their mate happy, not that that's the only reason they would.

I'm fully prepared for a life spent cherishing my soulmate even without the threat of rejection.

'But what if he runs? It's not like we can talk. Either he's got one hell of a barrier up or he's a regular wolf.'

I look to my mate who was watching us closely.

He had too much intelligence in his beautiful eyes to be just an ordinary wolf.

Whatever the case, I doubt he'll talk willingly.

'I suppose the only option would be to take him into the pack by force.'

I let out a bark of surprise while the others started speaking all at once.

It wasn't unheard of but not many would try it due to the strain it puts on both the Alpha and the wolf being forced, not to mention the total invasion of privacy.

There wasn't much choice in the matter so the wolf could resent the pack.

The others were still in their heated debate when I suddenly felt the disappearance of a tingling sensation that I hadn't noticed until now.

Looking over I catch a glimpse of a ginger tail disappearing between the trees.

My legs were moving before I could think, leaving the others yelling after me.

I'd been chasing him for hours, letting him pull ahead every so often.

I know it was childish of me but I couldn't help it.

I threw away all sense of reason with my mate so close.

This wasn't like me at all.

I was level-headed.

I wasn't acting like myself and now it was going to bite me in the ass.

What I thought was desperation making him switch directions was what I realized all too late to be a plan.

Soon enough his scent was everywhere, leaving me without a clear trail to follow.

My head cleared and the guilt of what I've done, what I made him do had my chest tightening in pain.

He was trying so hard to get away from me that he even plunged into ice cold water.

Howling sounded in the distance, drawing my attention.

It was faint meaning I had traveled quite a ways away.

Deciding it was pointless to try to continue the chase, I turn back noticing the sky lighten.

Once again guilt washes over me.

'I can't believe I chased him until dawn. He must be exhausted.'

Thoughts of my mate, both good and bad, flew through my mind as I head home.

I mused about what kind of life he lived.

Does he have a family?

Do they have a house around here?

If not, is he all alone?

He seemed sad and scared.

I definitely want to change that.

If only I knew how.

When I saw lights in the distance I slowed, shifting as I got close and climbed the stairs.

I notice the presence of many as I entered.

Tip-toeing, I tried to make my way as silently as possible but Eric's voice stopped me.

'Come and join us, Kade.'

A sigh slipped out as I turned around, making my way into the family room where everyone has gathered.

Their eyes were burning into me making me hang my head as I waited for my punishment.

Seconds turn into minutes with no one uttering a word.

"Well? Are you going to fill us in or what? I need details dammit."

My head snapped up.

Thalia, a petite woman with a pair of stormy eyes that matched her personality, had her hands on her hips while her foot tapped away.

Her sister Makenna stood by her wearing the same expression while Gunnar, Thalia's mate, sat in an armchair with an amused smirk.

Makenna wasn't related to Thalia, she wasn't even a werewolf but was so similar in personality that no one could tell.

I knew they could make my life a living hell and Gunnar wouldn't lift a hand to stop them.

The bastard.

My eyes scanned the room, looking for help.

I noticed a guy with dark hair and rich, brown eyes, who, I assumed was Lucas, sat on a love seat holding hands with Jasper.

I visibly relaxed when the amused expressions appeared on their's and everyone else's faces.

"So I'm not in trouble?" I ask, my brow quirking as I turned to Eric.

He chuckled and shook his head.

"No, anyone would understand your reasoning or lack thereof."

"Yeah, yeah. Now come on. Tell us," Thalia interjected.

"What was he like? Did you guys speak? Rory said that they couldn't get through. Oh. Did he shift for you?"

Makenna nodded vigorously, encouraging me to respond.

I let out a chuckle of my own.

"His wolf is beautiful."

I sent them an image through the mind link to which they gasp.

"He didn't shift, hell, we didn't even talk, though I tried to. He was busy trying to get away the whole time," I explained what happened, wincing as the memory floods back.

"Shit, he's probably scared of me if he doesn't hate me."

Rory walked up to me, putting his arm around my shoulder.

"Come on man, it's not so bad. At least you've found him. We can always go back and search the area..." Eric stood, drawing all our attention.

"He's right. We'll go back and look for him tomorrow. There've been problems with Murphy's pack and I don't want to chance them stumbling upon him. Even if it's by force, it would be safer for him here. The trail should still be fresh, even as hard to follow as it will be."

My eyes went wide.

"Really? Wait, so you were serious earlier about forcing him into the pack?"

"Yeah, it's a last resort but we should prepare for it."

A mixture of excitement and fear flowed through me, fighting to be the dominant feeling.

The thought of being with my mate made my body tremble.

Knowing that he may resent me for practically kidnapping him had my heart pounding but the possible threat of another pack finding him overrode it.

"We'll only do it if you give the okay," Eric reassured me, seeing the struggle going on inside.

"The decision is your's to make."

The possible outcomes play out in my mind.

I knew if I screw this up it'll be the death of me, literally.

I just can't shake the feeling that, if I don't go to him, if I don't take him away, then something bad will happen.

Breathing in deep, I met my Alpha's eyes, uttering the words that I know will change my and my mate's life.

"Let's go get my mate."

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seafoamchild · 2 years

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september 17th

today was the weirdest day. me and austin had planned to go trip at the sand dunes. he was hungover and he was like Let's get lox bagels and i was like Hell yeah so we tried to go to this place on the other side of downtown because they have the best lox bagels but there was some kind of walk/run race type bullshit thing going on and they had literally closed off EVERY road in the whole fucking city. like it was actually insane. we tried like ten different ways to get there and literally could not find a road that wasn't closed. so then we ended up going back to his house so he could ride his bike there to pick up the lox bagels that we had already paid for over the phone. so by the time we actually got our bagels it had literally been two and a half hours hahaha. to get somewhere that was theoretically a fifteen minute drive from my house. the fuckery! i swear to god.

then when we got to the beach it was super cloudy and the sun totally disappeared. we made mushroom tea and just laid on the beach and listened to music. i was soooooooooo anxious. he brought his dog and i don't like dogs in general but his dog is not well trained and it barks like crazy at everything that moves and it was driving me INSANE. like i was just trying to have a nice time tripping at the beach but it felt like we were caring for a toddler. and it really spelled things out for me, like i cannot be invested in this relationship because one, the sexual chemistry just isn't there for me and two, the dog is seriously a dealbreaker as much as i hate to admit it. i just don't like dogs, especially ones that aren't trained, and i'm allowed to feel that.

so i had so much anxiety i could barely think straight, which i deserve for putting this off for so long. it was literally the worst trip i've ever had lol. and it really is my fault for not being honest with myself or with austin. i felt so anxious i could have probably puked so i finally told him i just don't think this can go anywhere for me romantically. he did not take it very well. like he was nice and understanding about it but i guess i didn't really realize how invested he was in our relationship. we've only had sex a few times and were certainly never "official" but i think i really broke this dude's heart. and i feel like shit about it. i really wished it could be something more than friends but i can't lie to myself about that anymore. it just sucks that it felt like all the pieces were there except for the attraction, which isn't something i can change or control.

it's really going to suck to lose him as a friend for the time being. he told me he'd probably need like a month of space. i really hope he'll still be able to be my friend after that. he said it would be really hard because he feels so much attraction to me. and also the fact that i like to go out and do stuff and go on random adventures is going to be hard for him to deal with if we're just friends because that's the number one quality he looks for in a partner.

it is really shitty to see someone i care about be so broken-hearted about something that is making me feel intensely relieved. just really shitty. not anywhere near as shitty as he is feeling. and i am so sorry to have caused him pain like this. i wish i had done things differently. i feel like a very bad person. i also feel relieved to have finally been honest. but i hope it wasn't too late and that i didn't burn this bridge. because i really like everything about him except that i don't feel it romantically. shit sucks.

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myhockeyworld87 · 3 years

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Ruined - Jamie Benn - Part 5

Word Count: 5,690

POV: Reader and then switches to Jamie

Warnings: Language, but that’s about it, at least from what I can remember

Notes: So I just want to thank everyone for their patience with me as I took some time off. I’ve still been writing, so hopefully you’ll see your favorite stories pop up here and there. Happy reading!

Sidenote: Also (Y/NN) = Your Nickname (Y/LN) = Your Last Name

READER'S POV

"I'm sorry what did you just say?" you asked Emma, as you had to have heard her incorrectly when she said that you should get under someone in order to get over Jamie. "Because, you were there in high school, that didn't work out the best for me."

"That's not what I meant."

"But it is what you said, that I should just go hook up with some random guy. Em, I love you, babe, but I am not going down that path again. I do not need to be known as the doctor that sleeps around."

"Oh my god, would you shut up for one minute?" You went radio silent, after she practically yelled at you through the phone, though you suppose that your voice had gone up maybe a decibel or two. "I didn't mean for you to go fuck some rando at the bar. Actually, I meant…and hear me out before you say anything," she paused and you had a feeling that you weren't going to like what she said next no matter what it was. "I think you should sleep with Jamie."

"WHAT!?!"

"Yeah, that was a little loud. I think you might have woken up Caleb. Shh, go back to sleep babe," you heard her mumble to her husband.

"I'm sorry but are you crazy? Maybe I called you too early and you're not fully functioning without coffee. Or should I call Dr. Kaplan and have him examine you."

"Your neurologist, friend? No." She sounded a bit indignant at the mention that she needed her brain examined for suggesting a thing, but really what were you supposed to think when she made stupid remarks like you should go sleep with Jamie. "I asked you to listen before you passed judgment on me. God, you think you were a judge instead of a doctor so something."

"Well, you have my full attention. So please explain, before I have you committed to the psych ward." She scoffed at you, which only made you say, "You know I can medically do that."

You could almost hear her eyes rolling through the phone. "Yes, but who would you call this early in the morning when you have a problem." She had a point. "Exactly. Now, let me explain. You and Jamie never really resolved anything. He said things, you got upset, he never answered the phone, so you broke it off with him, yadda, yadda, yadda. You get my point." It seemed a whole lot more complicated than a few yaddas. "But there was never any closure for either of you there. It just sort of ended." Emma was right about that, after hearing that he only was seeing you for sex, you didn't want to speak to him at all. "It was obvious then, that he still had feelings for you, even if you didn't want to see it. And don't kill me here, but I think it was obvious that you still had feelings for him as well, and that maybe you still do." You didn't exactly know how you felt about Jamie at the moment, but waking up in his arms did feel right. "Let's face it (Y/N), you've compared every guy you've ever been with to Jamie."

"I have not." Had you?

"Ok, we're skipping all the douches in high school, because you and I both know you never slept with any of them. Yes, I know what everyone said, but I was also your best friend and I know you. The worst you ever did was give Carter Williams a blow job behind the bleachers after a football game." Oh, Jesus, she did not need to go down this road listing all your sexcapades from high school or after that. "I'm talking about Bryan, the perfectly good looking, studying to be a heart surgeon, boyfriend that you gave up for no other reason then you said he wasn't tall enough."

"I did not break up with Bryan because he wasn't tall enough and you know it."

"It was a factor, along with his hair not being dark enough and you hating his sense of humor."

"The man made stupid heart surgeon jokes that not even anyone in the cardiothoracic department got."

"True, but you also told me he was lousy in bed, and I believe that was another complaint you had about Tomas, Dylan…oh and what was his name…you know the one you said that you had to use your vibrator the minute he walked out the door because he couldn't get you off."

"Isaac," you told her and there was a blush creeping to your cheeks. Suddenly, you were regretting Emma being your best friend.

"Yes, Isaac. If I remember correctly that happened more than once with him. How you kept him around for four months is beyond me. You're a doctor woman, you can show him where the clit is, you know? Just take his hand and place it…"

"Thank you, Dr. Emma, I know where my clit is."

"But he didn't," she let out a bark of laughter that was so contagious you had to join in. Once you both calmed, Emma came right back at you about Jamie. "Look, he was your first love and maybe the sex wasn't as great as your sixteen-year-old mind remembers. Maybe you just fuck Jamie and that's all it is, a fuck, or maybe it's more. At least this way, you won't be holding him on some pedestal like he's a Greek god or something."

Maybe she was right and you'd been holding on for fourteen years thinking that what you and Jamie had was this truly magical once and a lifetime thing when in reality all it had been was sex. Let's face it, what your sixteen-year-old self thought was love could've been nothing more than lust. "I never thought he was a Greek god."

"Please, I was always envious about how you had this romantic first time. I mean mine was in the back of Kyle's jeep, and before you say anything he didn't know where the clit was either."

You both giggled again, but then you had to remind her of how things had ended. "It wasn't romantic when he said those things about me."

"He was sixteen (Y/N). I'm not making an excuse, but it's time to build that bridge. Maybe he's changed, maybe he hasn't. I'm not saying for you to give him your whole heart. I'm just saying, find out if what was there, was truly that once in a lifetime love or was it just this idea that you've been holding on to."

"But what if…" you stuttered while Emma waited for you to continue. "What if…I still love him, and he breaks my heart, again."

"(Y/N), that's the chance we all take when we open our hearts to love. You don't think that I felt that way with Caleb? That sometimes I still don't feel that way." She sighed. You could tell she was struggling with how to put her feelings into words. "He could walk out the door and leave me here alone, and my heart would break into pieces, but the love I have for him is so much greater than that fear." She made it sound so easy, but all you could remember was how completely hurt you'd felt when things had gone wrong with Jamie. "I know you're scared, and that's why you've closed your heart off for so long, but (Y/N) I promise you the minute you open it back up, your life is going to be even better than it is. And maybe it's Jamie that deserves your heart and maybe it's not, but you'll never know if you don't try."

"I know," you whispered weakly, for you really did know that. If it wasn't Jamie, it was going to have to be someone eventually, because you didn't want to be alone forever. It was just that gnawing fear in the back of your mind that Jamie would hurt you again as he had before. "I just don't want to break into a thousand pieces again."

"You won't (Y/N), and if you do, I'll be on the first flight to Dallas to help you pick them up." She would be, you knew that for sure because you couldn't ask for a better friend than Emma. "And I'll kick his ass as well." That made you laugh considering that Emma was five foot four, and Jamie was just over six foot. It would make for an interesting matchup, but you knew that Emma would take him down no matter the size difference.

"Thanks, Em."

"I just want you to be happy, (Y/NN); happy and in love, and I just have this gut feeling that Jamie can make that happen." There was only one way to find out, and that was to open up more to Jamie. It wouldn't be easy but after this little talk, you were willing to try. "Now, enough about this, because you're going to follow my advice. So tell me how everything else is going? Do you like work? Is it everything you thought it would be?"

"And so much more." You spent the next fifteen minutes catching up with each other before she kicked you off the phone to go make rounds at the hospital. Despite not having that many patients of your own at the moment, you were still looking after all of Dr. Lundin's. It was about three o'clock in the afternoon when your phone rang, Jamie's name popping up on the screen. For a minute, you thought about not answering it, but then you remembered your conversation this morning with Emma and quickly hit the accept button. "Hey, Jame."

He seemed a bit startled that you answered. "Oh, hey (Y/NN). I was just giving you a call about a couple things."

"Ok, what's up?"

"Well, first off, I found your dress in my bathroom this morning."

"Oh shit, I totally forgot that I left it in there." You'd laid it over the tub last night when you changed, something that you did at home all the time. You had every intention of picking it up before you left, but then you'd fallen asleep and well, it kind of got lost in your mind as you freaked out over possibly having feelings for Jamie.

"It's no biggie. I hung it up in my closet." He paused as if he'd said something wrong. "Just so it didn't wrinkle anymore." Well, look at him being all domesticated.

"Thanks, that's sweet of you. I'll stop over and get it sometime from you."

"Oh, ok or I can bring it over. Whatever is easiest for you. I also wanted to see if there was a good time to reschedule that visit to the AAC? We kind of didn't get to go over my map too much last night. Plus, my artistic skills are a little rusty."

You'd forgotten all about the tour, but it would be a good excuse to spend some more time with Jamie to see where your feelings were. "Let me check my schedule." You switched him to speaker and flipped over to your calendar. "Oh, I'm headed to Jessi's tomorrow night to take her stitches out, so that won't work. Um, let me see about the next day."

"What about tonight?"

"Oh, tonight?" You weren't sure if you were ready to face him just yet, but a little voice, that sounded an awful lot like your best friend, told you there was no time like the present. "Yeah, I can do that. I was just getting ready to leave here in about ten minutes. What time were you thinking?"

"Whenever I'm free the rest of today, so if you just wanted to come straight here; that's fine."

This was really not the timeframe you wanted. You hadn't even taken any time this morning to do anything special with your hair or makeup, as you'd spent too much time talking to Emma. Though it wasn't like Jamie hadn't just seen you with drool on your face, wearing his sweats and your hair a complete disaster. Anything would be an improvement over that. It was that thought that had you saying, "Sounds good. I'll see you in about twenty minutes then."

"Ok see you soon." You hung up and then quickly went to add at least a bit of lip gloss and mascara to your face.

It was about twenty minutes later that you were pulling into your garage and then walking the short distance to Jamie's. This time foregoing parking at his place. He opened the door before you even had a chance to knock. "Hey, (Y/N). How's it going tonight?"

It seemed like a loaded question when he was standing there dressed in a pristine white dress shirt, his chest hair peeking out from where he'd undone the first couple buttons. Suddenly, your mouth went dry. When you were sixteen, Jamie didn't have a hair on his chest. Well, maybe there were one or two that he was awfully proud of, but they really didn't count. This was just another sign of how much he'd changed and grown into the man that stood before you today. You'd hoped he'd changed in other ways as well. "Much better tonight. My feet are all ready for you to give me the grand tour."

"Alright, then let's head out." He had his car in the garage, so you followed him through the house to the SUV. In true Jamie Benn fashion, he came over and opened the door for you. It was something he'd always done when you were younger, as his mom had instilled those gentlemanly courtesies in him. It was weird being in the car with him again. Part of you kept waiting for him to grab your hand and hold it like he used to and you found yourself glancing down every so often at his large fingers gripping the gearshift instead of your hand.

He pointed out different landmarks as you passed and told you that despite what the navigation system said this was the fastest way to get to downtown from your house. The two of you chatted the whole entire time, while the music played softly in the background. "So, you're going to want to use this gate." Jamie was saying right as his playlist changed to a song from the movie Frozen.

"So, are you are an Anna or an Elsa fan?" you teased.

"What?" It was then that he realized what was playing, and quickly changed the song. "I have that on here for my niece."

He pulled into the players' parking spot, "Uh huh, sure Jame. Admit it you like the movie." He shut the car off and you both got out.

"I may have watched it with Soph once," he said sheepishly and your heart warmed at the idea of him sitting there with the little girl watching one of Disney's hit movies. You always knew that he would make a great dad, and having that song just proved it.

You were walking side by side now and you couldn't resist dancing around him, while you sang the lyrics. "Let it go, let it go, can't hold it back anymore." You were walking backward not having a clue where you were going as you continued. "Come on Jame, sing with me. You know you want to…Let it go, let it go, turn away and slam the door."

"Stop," he chided but had a grin a mile long on his face.

You twirled around him another time, hands dancing along his arm. "I don't care what they're going to say," you belted out; the words echoing off the cement walls around you. "Let the storm rage on…"

"The cold never bothered me anyway." Jamie sang finally joining you. You bouncing up and down as he sang with you, not paying attention as your eyes were focused on him and not where you were going. He reached out and grabbed you right as you started to trip on a large cord that was behind you. "Careful there Elsa." Your hands went to his chest, your palm resting where his heart was racing, as his slid around your waist and pulled you in close to him. Pressed up against him, you couldn't help the urge that came over you to kiss him; he was just so close, and his eyes were smiling into yours, and it felt like the perfect moment to test the waters out. So, you slid your hands just a little further up his chest, and you raised up on your tiptoes so that your lips were mere inches from him, and then your watch chimed again; the damn thing reminding you to breathe, and the moment was lost.

You dropped back down onto the balls of your feet but still kept that smile plastered on your face. "Thanks for saving me Olaf," you said and tapped his chest, before stepping out of his embrace.

"Olaf? I was thinking more Kristoff."

You tapped your finger on your chin, looking him up and down. "You're right, I was wrong. You're definitely Sven."

"The reindeer?"

"I knew you've watched that movie more than just once with your niece."

You were finally at the door, and Jamie was entering a code to get into the building since there wasn't anything going on at the AAC today. "Ok, you got me, but really Sven?"

"What's wrong with Sven? He's sweet, kind, lovable…" Shit the moment the word came out of your mouth you wanted to take it back. Of course, Jamie was lovable too but you weren't sure you were ready to be the one loving him. There was too much uncertainty in doing that just yet. You coughed trying to cover up the slip of tongue and then added, "He's also oddly quiet when there are people around. Kind of like someone else I know."

He raked his hand through his hair, an action that your fingers longed to do. "I'm only that way around people I don't know…and the media." You knew this about him, of course, because you'd watched a few of his interviews. His answers were always clipped and short, which sometimes gave the impression he was standoffish, but then he would throw a little comment here and there and the real Jamie would come out. "But anyhow, we should be getting on with the tour."

"Lead the way."

JAMIE'S POV

Had she really just called you lovable? Moreover, had she just been about to kiss you? That damn watch of hers kept beeping at the most inappropriate times and it was maddening. Something had changed since she'd practically run out of your house this morning. You weren't sure what, but she'd definitely let her guard down some, and you were all for it. You knew it was going to take baby steps to get back into her heart, but those steps seemed to be coming more and more frequently and you weren't complaining.

You were surprised when (Y/N) agreed to the tour tonight, for you thought for sure that she'd avoid you at all cost after you had fallen asleep with her on the sofa last night. It was the last thing that you intended but she had felt so right in your arms, that you'd just let yourself get caught up in the moment. God, she looked so adorable this morning, hair messy, with her cheeks all rosy from sleeping on you, and then how she was wearing your sweats; there was nothing that you wanted more than to see her like that every day for the rest of your life. Baby steps, you reminded yourself.

The tour around the arena went pretty well. You showed her everything that you could think of, ending the tour in the training room, just as you had the other day. She was taking everything in, noticing that Dave and his crew had implemented all the ideas she had talked about the other day. "Everything look ok?"

"Oh yeah, they did an amazing job." She was opening drawers and checking supplies.

"Well, I guess that's the end of the tour then." You glanced down at your watch to notice that it was almost six o'clock. You were definitely going to hit rush hour traffic. "If we head out now, it'll probably take us an hour to get home. Maybe a little less, if I hurry."

"Oh, do you have to be some place?"

"Um…no. Why?"

"Well, you're all dressed up, thought maybe you had a hot date or something." There was a tremble in her voice that usually wasn't there, and you had to wonder if she asked the question in hopes that you weren't seeing anyone.

"No, no hot date. I actually…" Shit, now it was your turn to get all tongue-tied. "Well, I mean…I thought we could have dinner downtown here and really celebrate your big surgery."

"Oh!" There was a bit of shock in her voice. "I mean last night was perfect. You don't have to take me to dinner, after everything you did."

You raked your hands through your hair again. It was a bad nervous habit, that served as a distraction while you tried to think of something to say. This time there was nothing clever that came to mind. "What if I want to take you to dinner?"

The corner of her lip picked up on the right side of her face, that was the first sign she gave, telling you that she liked the idea. It got you excited that she might just agree, to the plan you had, but then it seemed like she was getting into her head, as she took a moment to think about your offer. "You know what?" It wasn't really a question, so you remained quiet. "Dinner sounds amazing, but only on one condition." You cocked a brow at her, silently asking what that was. "I get to buy."

"Oh no, I asked you out." Oh shit, that came out wrong, you didn't mean it to sound like you'd asked her out on a date, that for sure would scare her away. "Besides my mom would kill me if she found out I let you pay," you quickly added hoping that it would cover up your blunder.

"Hmm," she mused. "I guess we'll just have to see who has the quicker hands when the check comes then." That sure sounded like a yes to you.

"You're on, but I plan on winning."

"We'll see," she said as she headed out the door of the training room. "Now, let me see if I can remember how to get out of here." She led the way out to the car and you only had to direct her one time, which was pretty good considering it took you a week to find your way around the place.

The restaurant was one of the finest Dallas had to offer, and one of the main reasons why you didn't want (Y/N) paying, though you were sure that wouldn't deter her from trying. Being that you weren't sure if (Y/N) was going to say yes to dinner, you didn't have a reservation, though when you slipped the maître d a hundred-dollar bill and your name; you were suddenly shown the nicest table in the place, one that was quiet and out of the way. Conversation between you and (Y/N) flowed easily, as did the wine, though you made sure not to drink too much as you'd be driving the two of you home. It also helped you grab the check when the waiter brought it at the end of the night.

"That's not fair." (Y/N) chided as your long arms reached out and snagged the leather pouch out of the man's hands, who looked a bit taken back by the action.

"You said whoever had the fastest hands."

"Yes, but I clearly had more wine than you, which limited my ability, and now I'm convinced you did that on purpose." She was always so adorable when she pouted, but right now you just wanted to kiss those pursed lips and you were having a hard time holding yourself back from doing just that.

"One of us needed to drive home, but you didn't protest when I poured that last glass."

"Well, it clearly didn't help my motor skills that's for sure. Though please mark it down, that I am paying next time." Next time? So, she planned on going out with you again. You were making more headway than you thought.

You decided to forge ahead while she was in such a good mood, as you were coming close to running out of excuses for the two of you to get together. "And when would this next time be?"

"Um, I'll have to check my schedule, but maybe I could cook you dinner next week. You know as maybe a thank you for helping me." She sat there across from you with this shy little smile playing across her lips. The look all too tantalizing, for it was doing things that it shouldn't to your nether regions.

"Dinner at your place huh? Sounds like an offer I can't refuse." You paid the bill and then the two of you headed out. The drive back was fun, as the two of you continued with your flirtatious banter the whole way home. When you turned onto your street, disappointment reared its ugly head as the night was coming to an end. You wanted to spend more time with her. Hell, if you were being realistic you want her to fall asleep in your arms again so you could hold her all night long. You pulled into the garage, then got out of the car to help (Y/N) out.

"Thanks for everything today, Jame. Including dinner which I was supposed to pay for."

"You know I can run some drills with you to sharpen your hand-eye coordination if you want." There were also some other drills you'd like to be doing with her in the bedroom.

"Well, I may just take you up on that." The two of you were standing in the driveway, not knowing how to end the night. If this was truly a date, you'd walk her home and maybe kiss her, but would she smack you if you tried that now? "I should be getting home. Thanks again for everything." She started down the drive, walking at a leisurely pace.

"Hey (Y/NN)," you called out and she turned back towards you as you trotted up beside her. "Can I walk you home?" She gave you a curious look, and it did sound rather funny considering she lived only two doors down, but you weren't ready for your time with her to end just yet.

You were just about to stumble through how it was just for safety, when she said, "Sure." You smiled at her and the two of you started the extremely short walk to her house. "You know, tonight was a lot of fun."

"Yeah, it really was." You wanted to say it reminded you of old times, but you didn't want to bring up the bad ones that also went with that. "We should do it more often."

"I'd like that." (Y/N) was shocking you at every turn tonight and you weren't sure what mystical force was in the air but you prayed that it didn't go away and make her hate you again. A comfortable silence fell over you both, it was one that you had with her long ago, though back then it was as if you could read each other thoughts. Now, you weren't sure what was going on in that complex mind of hers but if it continued to lead her on a path towards you; you weren't going to question it.

You were just about to her front door, and damn if that didn't feel as if the two of you were speed walking over, even though you were strolling at a leisurely pace. Again, you searched for something so that you wouldn't have to leave her company just yet. "Hey, how's your patient doing? The one who's leg you saved."

"Really great actually. I stopped in right before I left. He's got a long road ahead of him, but he was in really good spirits today."

"All because of you."

"I wouldn't go that far."

"I would." She blushed at the compliment, as you finally made it to the front door.

"Well, this is me." She said with a cute little smile and a shrug of her shoulder.

There was really nothing more you could say to keep you at her front door, so you found yourself saying, "I guess my duty is fulfilled…now that you're safe at home and all."

"So it seems." Was that a hint of reluctance you heard in her voice? Was she as sad to see the night end as you were? "Thanks again, Jame. It was fun." She entered the code to get in the house, unlocking the door and opening it. What she did next almost had you falling over, as she went up on her toes and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. "Goodnight, Jame."

A smile so bright, it could've lit up all of Dallas, appeared on your face, and she ducked inside right as you said. "Goodnight, (Y/NN)." As soon as the door closed, you pressed a hand to your cheek making sure that what had just happened was real and not something that you imagined. It had been real alright, and you felt like you were fifteen again, all giddy at the thought that the girl you liked, liked you back.

Thank goodness, you only lived two doors down as you don't remember how you got back inside your own home, but there you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror grinning like a fool as you looked at the spot (Y/N) had just kissed. Now more than ever, you couldn't wait to see her again. Unfortunately, you had no excuse to call her this time or no definite date of when you'd see her again, just a promise that the two of you would have dinner again soon. While you looked forward to that, you wished that it would be happening sooner rather than later. You'd just have to come up with a plan.

It seemed fate had your back this time though, as the following evening found her knocking on your door. "I hate to do this, but can I come in?" (Y/N) asked as she stood outside in the pouring rain, looking like a drowned rat. Well, maybe not a rat, but a very cute wet puppy for sure.

"Yeah, sure." You said stepping aside as a loud crack of thunder sounded in the air.

"I'm sorry to do this, but the code to the house isn't working and I left my phone, and my bag, at Jessi's when I was taking out her stitches." She stood there dripping wet in your foyer. "If I could just use your phone to call her, I'll run back over there."

"Run? Where's your car?"

"Locked, in the garage. I didn't realize it was going to storm and had just walked over there. I was almost home when it started."

"Let me grab you a towel." You went and grabbed one out of the guest bathroom downstairs, then handed it to her to dry off. "I'll call Jess for you, but you're not running back over there. I'll drive you."

She gave you a smile, before toweling off her hair. "Thank you."

You went to the kitchen to grab your phone and call your soon to be sister-in-law. "Hey, Jess."

"Hey, Chubbs, what's up?" Jess replied.

"(Y/N) locked herself out of the house and I guess she left her stuff at your place. I was going to drive her over so she could get it if that's ok."

There was silence on the other end of the phone and you were wondering if the two of you got disconnected or something with the storm. "Hmmm," she finally mumbled. "I'm going to do you a huge favor here and tell you I'm not home, even though I totally am."

"What?"

"You know I love you, but you're so dense sometimes." How were you the one that was dumb when she didn't make any sense? "Tell (Y/N) that I had to run to a friend's house and you're not sure when I'll be home with the storm. That way the two of you can spend a little more time together."

"Oh," you said as you finally caught on to her plan.

"You owe me one. Tell her I'll call you when I get back, which probably won't be for a while." You'd take all the time that you could get with (Y/N). "If you don't answer, I'll take that as a good sign." You could almost see her winking at you through the phone.

"Thank Jess. You're literally the best."

"I know," she quipped back, then hung up the phone.

You went back out to where (Y/N) was standing in your entryway. "Apparently, Jess took off to a friend's house the minute you left. She said she's didn't realize you left your stuff or she would've dropped it off. She's going to call when she gets back, but it's going to be a bit with the storm."

"Oh," (Y/N) stood there a little shocked, not knowing what to do. "Well, maybe if I go try the code again it will work."

Another crack of thunder, with streaks of lightning, filled the sky. "(Y/N), you are not going back over there in the rain. Just stay here until the storm dies down. They usually pass pretty quick." But then again, sometimes they didn't and this was one you were hoping would stick around for at least a few more hours.

#Jamie Benn #Jamie Benn Imagine #Jamie Benn Imagines #Dallas Stars Imagine #Dallas Stars imagines #Dallas Stars Fanfic #Jamie Benn Facfic #NHL fan fic #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey fanfic #ruined the series

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obeyme-life · 4 years

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HC: The Brothers With A Little Spitfire! (Part 1)

(Fem!Reader)

For @imapersonwhohasnothingbettertodo

Lucifer:

At first he'd find it annoying—your temper often often led to arguments with teachers or other trouble, so it did add to his paperwork.

He found himself smirking as he read the reports though. You were blunt but... You weren't necessarily wrong. It was kind of endearing.

He'd find himself discussing you with Lord Diavolo more often than just in your exchange program reports. He'd pace the room as he complained about your attitude, Diavolo sitting at his desk in silence watching Lucifer go back and forth. But he was smiling as he described your quirks.

"She's worse than the chihuahua! She's a chihuahua that barks! Bites, even!" He scoffed one time, referring to your small stature. Diavolo was used to you being the topic by now. With a sigh he sat down his pen and crossed his arms, a smile playing on his lips. "Bites? So what? You're into that sort of thing. Or did you think I'd forgotten?" Lucifer was blushing. He'd hit the nail on the head.

After Lord Diavolo made him aware of his feelings, he'd find himself intentionally riling you up sometimes. He was used to strict obedience... The way you snapped back was refreshing.

In his office one day you'd had enough of him pushing your limits, grabbing him by the tie and yanking him close, your cheeks a dead give away for your attraction—even if your smartass remarks hid it fairly well.

Lucifer's smug grin was unforgettable—but not as unforgettable as what came next.

"Finally." He sighed, sounding amused at your irritation. Then he leaned down and captured your lips.

"You're all mine, MC. Don't ever change but... Perhaps curb your fire enough that only I get to share these moments with you?"

Mammon:

Mammon got off to a rough start with you. You were always so angry and he was always so annoying.

At first it was a quick smack to his hand if he tried to grab your pencil or a few pieces of your popcorn during a movie. "Jeez MC, I'm the Avatar of Greed and you're worse at sharing than I am!" He'd tease, secretly looking for your attention. Even if you were chastising him, you were still focused on just him.

He'd do things to get you steaming mad, like leaning on you and calling you "Shorty".

"I'm short amongst my brothers and you're still tiny compared to me!"

The brothers could see all the signs, maybe even before you and Mammon. The red cheeks, the stuttering, the excuses to touch each other even if you were shoving or batting away a hand.

The explosive conclusion to your 'just friends' status came after a particularly bad fight. You'd found him snooping in your room for something to sell. You were sure everyone in the House of Lamentation could hear you yelling at each other. You shoved him hard, making him stumble back onto the bed—except he'd grabbed the nearest thing for support, which happened to be you.

As you fell onto the second oldest there was a heated pause as you both reddened in embarrassment and closeness. Mammon moved first, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into the top of your head. "I'm sorry MC... Could ya forgive the great Mammon?"

"Wh-Whatever, stupid! Just... Don't let go, okay? Or I'll really be mad!"

Levi:

Part of Levi was put off by your confrontational nature... But you were so small and cute! He was observing you one day when he accidentally mumbled his thoughts out loud. "... Chibi... She's like a chibi..."

Although you yelled at him for the comment, he found himself blushing—because you were too. He'd been looking at you, and you both knew it.

He was careful to keep his comments to himself from then on, but the more he watched you the harder he fell. You were like an anime character, how could he not!?

It became too much one day as you sat together playing games. You had toooootal gamer rage lololol! "M-MC... I've been meaning to say this for awhile b-but..." His eyes never left the screen—avoiding eye contact. "You're so small and like, totally tsundere, and I-I really like that about you..."

He'd already lost the level from all his fumbling so now he sat down his controller to ramble more. "I-I know I'm a t-t-totally gross nerd and whatever but I w-was wondering if you'd like to go on a... Y'know... Date...? With... Me?"

You tossed your controller aside and rolled your eyes. "I'll do one better than that. I'll be your cute normie girlfriend—now shut up and kiss me so we can finish this level!"

I HAVE TO DO THIS IN TWO PARTS, IT'S GETTING TOO LONG AND I'M ON MY PHONE—

Also sorry about how my headcanons always turn into like small fanfics???

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thejosh1980 · 3 years

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Little Wing

(Trigger warning: animal/pet death)

Today, right now, I am sat at the spot where Mijo felt his last sunrise, just 24 hours ago.

He was 28 weeks old, he spent 20 of those weeks with me, and my family. He was my family. He was thrust upon me by my wife and mum, who knew Mijo would be the kind of birthday present I'd want, but could never ask for.

When he arrived he was unexpected. Straight from the car, into my bedroom, onto my lap, what a surprise, it was love at first sight. Those eyes, that tail, that round belly, the fur, I was all in. I had to say goodbye to 4 beautiful pets whom I loved dearly when I left Germany, so then and there I made a quiet, whisper promise to Mijo;

“I'll never ever leave you”...

We began like any other Daddy and cat story, playing, eating, talking to each other. We may have made a few messes on the bed learning to potty train, but I couldn't really fault him, he was perfect. He loved cuddles, got under our feet all the time, talked to us a lot and wanted to be a part of everything happening around the house.

He meowed very loudly too. Sometimes he'd meow from the next room sounding lost and worried. That's when I started to realized something was very different about him. It took about 2 weeks, but then I realized, he was totally deaf!!!! No vacuum cleaner, loud bangs, claps, or door slams could get his attention. When he meowed loudly, it was either because he had to, to feel himself meowing in his head, or he was missing us and could smell us, but not hear us in the next room. I had never had a cat who couldn't hear me call their name, so this was going to be a challenge.

Mijo accepted that challenge...

In a short time I figured out how to clicker train him, using a torch. I love training cats. Most folks think it's impossible, but I've taught cats to fetch, sit and come on command in the past.... So, pretty soon I had him jumping up, over and across chairs and tables on cue. I also learnt a way to “call” him; assuming he could see me, if I knelt down and tapped my leg, he'd come a running. Every time. We had it all figured out.

Grab a harness and a lead, and off we go, walking around the garden. This wasn't a cat, this was a dog. He had very little fear, I mean, he couldn't even hear the birds making a racket or the car driving by or the dog barking next door. He was fixated on me.

I bought him a blow up boat, to use in the pool, to help him get used to floating on water. It was a huge boat for his little size, but he'd hop in, and I'd “treat” him while he got used to the motion. The plan was to build him up to a real boat, or canoe or SUP. I could imagine him walking on water.

He was also great with other cats, so I could take him to visit his cousin and they'd play all day (if we'd let them). He'd come with me to visit other family and then... well, then the real adventures started. Mijo and I could go to the river, the park and the beach. We also went for coffee at the busiest part in the local village, and he took it all in his stride. We took bike rides too, as he sat in a special backpack I had for him. I could hold him while skateboarding or put him on my shoulder as I walked around. He was chill, happy to see and smell his silent world.

When Alex or I came home, and he'd be in the bedroom snoozing or gazing out the window, we could come in, take off our shoes, put our stuff down, maybe run to the loo, then we could snuggle up with him, cause he hadn't heard us arrive. He would just be waiting... He'd just wait for someone to step close enough, blow on his ear, feel a vibration and then he'd meow a big BIG hello, purr and snuggle. He was a no pressure cat... But always ready for hugs and pats.

Besides being deaf, he just didn't seem like any other cat I'd had or even met...

But isn't the way it is with all pets? They're all unique.

He loved Alex. He always had a hard decision between my lap and hers, or sleeping close to one or the other. We had a son to take care of, to love and to enjoy. At the beginning, Alex wasn't sure about having a cat, she'd pretty much always been a dog person, but it didn't take long for Mijo to wrap her around his little paw. She was hooked.

We thought he was going to be grow up to become a big boy. You know, Maine Coon sized 5-6 or maybe 7 kilo. We had high hopes for a dog-like cat, big enough to take on the world. We wanted to show him the world too.

After he had his snip (desexing) in mid March, he wasn't very well, and it really traumatized all of us, we just weren't sure why he took it so badly. He was in a lot of pain, even though the operation itself was quick and really good, with no issues. He would spend the day, in his “bread loaf” position, with his nose to the ground. It was like he was conserving all his energy for when we came home or wanted his attention.

Eventually, after a few weeks he bounced back, back to being his usual self, for a while. He actually lost a lot of fur during this time, most likely due to a reaction to the antibiotics and pain killers. Where his collar and harness were, he lost all his hair. It only took a few days, a bit too quick to realize what was going on, he rarely wore the collar or harness after that. It meant we sometimes lost him in the house without his bell on to tell which room he was in, so I'd be running around turning on and off the lights to get his attention and a meow.

It was our fun game of “Mijo Polo”.

We had noticed he wasn't eating as much, and he wasn't as playful. In fact, all his toys were being ignored, and he rarely chased anything we teased him with. When we took him for playtime with his cousin, he wouldn't last as long play fighting. Something was up, we thought he'd bounce back by now.

Overall, he was a very chilled cat, having just had an operation and now with, ringworm, a tooth problem (one adult tooth was causing him problems and needed to be pulled) maybe that was why he wasn't too interested in food. Surely it wasn't bacteria, an infection or a virus in his blood.

In early May, Mijo developed ringworm, which, by the way, isn't a worm but rather a fungal infection. The vet already had us on anti fungal cream day and night. It's very unusual to get ringworm; it's all around us, but a strong immune system, actually, a decent immune system, would fight off any infection naturally. Cats generally just lick it all off their fur. Humans sometimes get it, from a scratch or a wound. It's in the soil, it's in the air.

When we got the treatment for the ringworm, we also gave him an appetite stimulant, to encourage him to eat, but it made little difference. As nothing changed, we went back to the vet a few days later, and did a hypothyroidism test; the results were borderline.

What could be going on?

At the time of his desexing operation, he was 1.7 kilos, a week later he was down to 1.5 and eventually 1.45 kilo. His body was growing a little, but his muscle and fat wasn't.

We talked to the vet and decided, even though his ringworm was infectious, the tooth had to go, sooner rather than later. It seemed logical that it was his biggest barrier to fulfilling his dietary requirements and his well being. We wanted him fattening up, growing up, and being his usual self again, ASAP. We needed to get him back on track towards good health, enough was enough.

On Monday 17th May I dropped the little guy off at the vet for the day. A check up and a tooth pull.

Before any cat gets an anesthetic, they run a simple blood test to determine if the cat is well enough. During the day we got a call that the operation couldn't happen, and that he'd have to stay in over night or longer, with meds to help him, because his red cell blood count was low. 10%. Most cats need around 40%, if there's any complication with the tooth pull, his blood may not clot.

It's official, he was very unwell.

I was at school when I got the news. I was in shock. Our little boy was that unwell? But he does eat (a little), he does walk on the lead with me, he's eating his treats... was he that unwell?

Suddenly we had to decide on some expensive tests to figure out what was wrong with him. I mean, the red blood cells were being eaten up by the white ones, but why?? We arranged the suggested tests and they kept him in over night.

I was very distraught. How can my little guy be so unwell yet behave well? With that blood count, he shouldn't be able to walk, he should be so lethargic that he can't keep his head up!! He should be in a coma.

All in all, theoretically, he should be dead.

So was it dwarfism, hypothyroidism, mycoplasma??? And and and?? Tests... Blood being taken.. Our boy in the vet over night, alone, worried, scared??? Will he make it through the night? I didn't sleep well...

On Tuesday afternoon the vet let us bring him home. His blood level was down to 9.1%. The idea was that, at least at home he'd have cuddles and love, and that might help his immune system. He was lethargic but not completely terrible. I would need to bring him in on Wednesday for another blood test, to see how he was doing.

On Wednesday, it didn't go well, Mijo had gone from 9 to 8.1% blood level. It was now becoming almost impossible to get any blood out of him. I saw how difficult it was 2 weeks earlier when he had the hypothyroid test, they had to try on both legs and his neck to get a half mil of blood! He was a champ and barely complained. But now, I couldn't imagine the pain he went through with even less blood.

He's been that sick for how long?? Why hadn't we noticed?

We were panicking.

The vet suggested we meet with a mature, more experienced doc, on Thursday. We should be able to figure something out, we had to. Each day = less blood = more chance of...

Well, I am a hopeful guy. I realize, I live on hope. I spent years hoping certain people in my life would change, or love me in a way that I feel some love. I always hope things will change for the better. I don't know why, but it's ingrained in me to feel hopelessness or hope... I think I'm never in the middle... or is that called acceptance? OK, maybe I do feel that too, eventually... But it takes a long long time...

I have videos of Mijo on Thursday 20th, he's cleaning himself in the sun, meowing and purring, happy to see me, walking around the garden with me. Full of life and adventure.

At lunch time, Mijo and I go to the vet. He is his usual cute self, always curious at the vets, and now there's a the new guy he's meeting, what an adventure.

Before he opens the cat box he said something along the lines of “Well, because his blood levels are so low, today is really about deciding if he goes to heaven or not...” I'm not sure, but I know I heard words like “heaven” and “euthanasia” early on in the consultation. Shock was setting in. I barely heard anything else he said, luckily we had Alex on the speaker phone.

Turns out, not only is our little guy deaf, he's an anomaly.

Any cat with 8.1% should be comatose. They should barely be able to walk. They certainly can't pee or poo without help and don't drink or eat much. Mijo came out of his box and sniffed around, was alert and ready to meet the new guy!!

The vet was stumped. He had never seen this before, in over 30 years...

We didn't know he was so sick, because, he was, overall, a well behaved cat. His weight he lost, sure, but he was now at least stable. He was eating, it just took a lot of creativity sometimes to spark his interest (mostly warming up meals and giving him treats).

The vet tried to explain to me, but I'm sure Alex on the phone understood it clearly, that we had very little time, well, no time. We had 3 choices that day. Go to a specialist an hour's drive away, give Mijo steroids and hope he had mycoplasma or Immune mediated hemolytic anemia (IMHA) or, lastly, euthanasia.

Wait???? What does that even mean??

The specialist would give him a blood transfusion, and some special custom drugs which should help him. The vet said it could cost in the 10s of thousands, and may help Mijo for a few weeks, but it's not a solution that we are sure would be long term or not.

Giving Mijo steroids would give him a fighting chance, or not... Basically it could cure or kill him. Because we aren't sure what is the cause of the low blood count, it could be IMHA, mycoplasma or something else, but it's a best educated guess at this rate. If it is the wrong choice, he may die quicker than expected.

Euthanasia, no explanation needed.

We decided on steroids. According to the vet, there was a 50/50 chance it would work. If the cause of the blood cells killing off each other was for or against steroids, we'd know soon enough. Still shocked I tried to understand it all. I'm so grateful Alex was on the line and knows this stuff through experience and study.

The idea of taking Mijo an hour's drive north to the specialist, to a cubicle, a place where we may not be with him 24/7, on the off chance that he wouldn't make it and die alone, we couldn't fathom that.

Mijo took the steroid injection like a champ, he always did injections well. He was given some antibiotics to also help. The vet said, that by Saturday we'll know if it was the right decision. We'd know if he would be getting better...

It was decided that on Monday 24th we'd go back in for a blood test to actually see if the steroids were working (cause apparently one can't really tell with Mijo's behavior, the cheeky monkey).

Mijo and I came home, and well, he ate, he was purring, sitting on my lap. The usual deal. When I went out to get the washing in, he tried to go out too, something we, as parents, have been very protective about. He doesn't go out alone, he doesn't go out without a lead or a bell. He's not an easy cat to find if he runs off, not that he has ever tried. He deaf, he can't hear cars or other dangers out there.

I promised him I'd take him out to that side of the house/garden that afternoon...

So we did, we went out, we sat down, he explored. He was well, good, better, best. He was my boy. He trusted me, I trusted him. I'm always amazed how well he walks by my side, like a dog, with loose leash... Taking my steps as cues when to walk, and when to stop.

We also met the neighbor's dog, which was a first, both were not really interested in each other... But still, Mijo knew there's a lot to live for...

Overnight he went great... Woke up with him on my chest relaxing waiting for me to get up and feed him, luckily I have a wife who had to get up for work at that moment. I remember she sang him a lullaby and held him like a baby. It was really sweet to see how much love they had for each other. Rock-a-bye Mijo...

We wanted to him feel as much love as we could. We felt that, if the steroids and antibiotics were doing their part, and we did ours, there's nothing he can't beat. And he sure felt the love...

I held him while doing some singing exercises, close to my chest. It was something we hadn't done before, and he purred. He'd look up and meow every time I stopped making vibrations. He felt it, I felt it, it was a connection.

We spent a lot of time, reading, relaxing and sitting on laps. Alex and I cuddled him, told him we loved him. He was really fighting. He was eating. He was a little more playful than in recent weeks. He wanted to live. We could feel it...

He went from eating half a packet to 1.5 packets a day, plus dry food. He always wanted treats, and I was always glad to oblige.

By Saturday he was wonder cat! Kneading... Purring... Chasing toys... Eager to hang out...

We'd overcome the problem! He was getting better. There's fight, love and life left in him. He was amazing. If it hadn't been for his ringworm (which was also healing very very well) I'd say he was perfect, especially once he put on another few grams...

We had 4 awesome days, loads of energy and love. He was never alone in the house, and rarely alone in a room. We wanted him to know, to feel, that we loved him so deeply and that all we want was him in our life, for adventures and cuddles.

On Monday morning, his appetite went down... He didn't really eat much...

We all left for the day, work and school. I think we were all worried, but he'd been so good and improved so so much, that we were sure he'd be fine. We have the blood test booked for the afternoon, I'm sure he'll pep up by then. The injection could be wearing off too...

Mijo and I went in to the vet, and his test came back at 14%!!! Damn, that's 6 points!! The vet expected 3 to be a big improvement. In fact, if he had 3 or less, euthanasia may have been the only option... Happy days! He was well. He's going to live! He'll be fine.

We're not out of the woods yet, but we are in the right direction.

All that love we lavished on him, not just in the past days, but the past 4 months. The adventures, the friends he'd made (both human and animal) the smells and sights he'd seen, the vibrations he felt, it was all coming together... He was a fighter with a lot of love to give...

We were over joyed. Really, I couldn't have been happier when I got the results. I gave a “whoop” and threw my fist in the air (I've never done that before in my life!).

We changed to tablet form steroids, as they'll be better long term, keep up the antibiotics and off we go...

But we all know, that often people and animals, when they know they are dying, they give it one last shot. And that was it... We didn't realize until Wednesday, that he wasn't actually going to get better...

Mijo stopped grooming himself, he slowly ate less and less... He became more and more lethargic, he started to sit in the “bread loaf” position with his nose on the ground, as he did after the snip, resting. We thought it was the change in steroids, and as I was at school and the girls at work, we just kept thinking he'd pep up eventually.

When I left for school Wednesday morning, he was alert, but lethargic. When I came home early to check on him, he had really changed again.

His belly was a little bloated, but he had hardly eaten. He had trouble walking, it seemed like it was a mix of muscle degradation/pain and confusion. His meowing changed to a high pitch cry, similar to that of a young kitten. He also stopped eating, he wouldn't even touch any of his tasty treats. He searched for any bit of sun to stand in, but he was looking so uncomfortable, his posture had changed, half sitting, half standing. I was grateful, when I carried him to his water bowl, that he drank a lot. He also went to the toilet, I held his tail so he didn't make a mess on himself.

We spent the afternoon outside, as the sun started to set. He loved the sun, I wanted him to feel warmth... I held him, talked to him. I don't know now many times I asked him to please hold on, please fight and that I loved him. He looked more comfortable in the sun.

I did film us walking around the pool. I am forever grateful for technology, so that I could just put my phone down, touch a button and record a moment. As we walked and talked, oblivious to the camera, I recognized a change in his breathing... I may have missed it previously, but for sure, his breath was becoming more and more labored. Every 3 or 4 breaths, he just had to try harder... His eyes were changing too... But I was sure he could recognize me, the way the vibrations from my chest reached his body and the way I smell. He would react from time to time, shifting or clawing at me.

He often touched my chest with his paw. Reaching out...

Mum and I went to the vet late Wednesday afternoon, the earliest we could. I explained it must be the change of steroids. No, it wasn't. They were the same type, it was just that he wasn't able to fight anymore. We discussed the specialist, called them and made a plan to go in first thing in the morning. I arranged for a friend to come with me, and Thursday morning bright and early, we were going up to get Mijo cured. Transfusion, drugs, you name it, we were going to do it. We had to, we told him we'd make him better.

There and then, Alex and I decided to trade in our honeymoon, you know from the wedding we had 13 months ago and still haven't done the traditional thing of a week or two away somewhere. We decided the money we had aside for that, would go to Mijo's specialist costs, because without Mijo, our honeymoon, whatever and whenever we decide to do it, wouldn't be worth doing, if he wasn't around.

I made a firm plan on how to help him through the night. We would hold him in shifts... All 3 of us... If one showered, the other held him. Dinner time, we shared the responsibility, not that we ate much anyhow. We cuddled, we talked, we purred, I would blow gently on his head... He was feeling love and he was fighting...

Because he hadn't eaten all day, we decided to try feeding him with a syringe, with success. With the tablets we were putting into his stomach, I felt he needed something else down there too... With a small syringe, he took it well, lapping up a tasty liquid treat.

When it was bed time, we put pillows around the bed, incase he fell, because he was very wobbly on his feet. He would cry out at random times, possibly from pain, but I think more from confusion. He sometimes wanted to get away from us, as we know, pets know when it's time and usually disappear, isolate.

We barely slept. I managed about 3 hours... But it was tough.. He wouldn't stay still, and eventually we put him in his little bed, near our bed... Of course he didn't stay there long.

At 4am I heard him crying... I found him under the bed... Alex woke up too... His breathing had changed a lot... Every breath was labored. He wasn't getting enough oxygen.

I laid on my back, and Mijo laid on my chest. This was how it often was, especially when I was reading... We did that until around 7am... Alex taking turns, holding him, talking to him, loving him. Mijo could barely hold himself up, he just laid in our arms... Breathing... His eyes began to glaze over...

We discussed our options, we felt the specialist was now a long shot. We didn't think he'd make the drive, he was near the end. Our little man had little fight left... And we wouldn't forgive ourselves for him dying in a foreign place. There were a lot of tears and back and forwards, including mum coming in for cuddles with the little guy at 5am...

Alex called the emergency vet, and we planned to go in at 8:30... Mijo's time had come...

When the sun comes up, if the blind is open in our bedroom, the sun shines right on through to Alex in bed, Mijo was in her arms, while she drank coffee as the sun rose.

Sometime later I took the little guy out to the pool, where we walked and talked, cuddled and loved, around and around, in the morning sun. I talked to him about all the adventures we had, riding bikes, visiting people, the beach and the river. I spent most of that hour, holding him, looking to his eyes... He gazed up, I just hope he knew it was me. I just knew he felt the vibrations of my words.

We both told him, it was OK to let go now. We were ready. But he kept on fighting for each breath... I think he was just like his Dad, always hopeful..

He last moments at home, where in the chair I'm sat in now. It gets the best light, first thing, even though it's inside the “catio”. Alex had sat down while I was walking outside, I seem to do better when I walk, and I brought him in for cuddles with her in the sun... He was bathed in sunshine, in Alex's arms... It was beautiful...

Actually getting in the car and going to the vet, was tough, but it really hit me when I walked in. I held the little guy, and just burst into middle-aged-man tears and sobbing... If you were there, you'd know I was my mother's son, cause she was sobbing too... I couldn't look anyone in the eye... I didn't understand what was going on, or about to go on...

I think I was in another place...

We went into a consult room, and I just laid the little guy down, not thinking of using the blanket we had... The vet explained the procedure and took him away for his catheter and first injection, some anesthetic? I don't know, but apparently it was the right thing, it helped with his pain.

I couldn't even look Alex or Mum in the eye... I just cried...

I still had hope...

When they came back, Mijo was wrapped in a soft blanket, what a great idea...!! He was quieter, more peaceful... The vet left to give us a moment...

He was still breathing, still fighting... I put my ear to his face, and heard him...

I kept making sure his eye lids closed from time to time. I remember back when Catalina, my little girl in Germany, needed to be anesthetized for a check up. The vet put some put liquid drops in her eyes and made her blink, so her eyes didn't dry out... So for Mijo, I did that every once in a while... I didn't want his eyes to dry up... I wanted him to be able to see me, because laying on that table, he couldn't hear me.

I begged Alex not to bring the vet back in for the final injection... I think I may have screamed something at her... I don't know... I wasn't me... I was trying to hold him in my arms, without moving him... I was trying to give him another chance...

I bawled...

I don't know if I have ever cried like that before... I thought I'd be all cried out... I thought all my tears had already left the building the previous hours and days... But there was more... a lot more... and more to come...

I know that Alex and I held hands over his body... I felt the love... I felt his warmth... his breathing... I know I cried tears onto him, there were tear drops on his lips...

I looked him in the eye as much as I could, but mostly, I cried...

I felt the liquid go into him, I felt it go around my hand into him...

I don't know much about what happened after that... I know I didn't want to leave him, I had promised him I would never do it. I regret not holding him once more... I know that at that moment, I felt the life drain out of me... I felt hope die...

I walked out, not knowing what to do, and flopped down on the grass outside... I never sit on grass, but Mijo liked it...

I managed to drive home...

That was yesterday...

Since then I've tried to rest, tried to come to grips with what has happened, tried to connect with a few friends, I've tried... I'm still trying...

This morning I got up wanting to do some sport, washing, then study and take on the day with confidence... It's a new day, I should take that opportunity to get back into my routine... It took all of 1 minute, from bed to bathroom, to be bawling... Except for the time I manage to calm down enough to type this blog, I've been crying... It's now 10am... I was awake at 6:15...

We are running out of tissues..

I felt so bad this morning, I wanted to plead with Alex not to go to work, because I just can't today. I just can't. We have discussed how she copes in these situations, and I know that's how she copes, by going to work, so I kept my trap shut. I just want her to hug me all day, so I can feel her warmth.

I cried so much on the drive to drop mum off at work this morning, she started crying too, and contemplated not going to work... She wanted to be there for me, but I told her, honestly, I don't think I'd be much company today.

I don't know the grieving process, we haven't learnt that in counseling school yet, but I do know, I'm feeling very lost... I feel very numb...

I can't explain it, and maybe that's why folks can never really explain how they feel after someone close to them, or their pet, has passed. We are just lost.

I also feel that I am grieving for my other losses in my life. It's a bit like, it's a culmination of all the others before him, plus him on top, making me feel pain like I have never experienced before.

Grief is just love, with no place to go... Alex and I talked about that quote last night. I used this quote to help me through leaving my 4 pets in Germany, I know I have to find a new place for my love, but for now, I just can't.

I know I couldn't have gotten through this without the support of my Mum and Alex...

While Mum cries at the drop of a hat, she is solid and thoughtful and loving. Alex is strong and experienced in these matters. She knew what to say, and when, even if I did yell back… Both have a lot of time and patience for me.

I know Alex and Mum feel bad, maybe even guilty, for choosing him. Mijo was a present, to give me joy and love and comfort. And he sure did, in multitudes, to all of us. I would never have gotten a cat back then, I didn't feel Alex or I were ready, we were still working through our issues with our pets in Germany.

Alex and I decided that we want Mijo home with us. He was only on this earth for 6.5 months, we expected him to be with us for 10+ years. Taken too early. Once he's cremated we'll have him in a little urn. He was so small, but if there's a little left over, we will either plant a tree with his ashes or sprinkle him down by the river, the first place he went to that was close to water.

The past day or so, I have shared what happened with some friends, classmates and family, and everyone has been so thoughtful and caring. Thank you, it's really helped to know you're all out there, thinking of the little guy. He would have loved to meet you all.

He was perfection. If someone else had gotten him, realized he was deaf, they may not have given him the adventures and life he had. Mum considers him a rescue cat...

So here I am, in the chair, his last chair in his last moments at home.

I can still smell him on my shirt. When I walk around the house, dazed, I sniff my shirt. He had a wonderful smell. The smell of love and adventure. I hope that smell lasts a life time.

I miss his warmth, his meow, which was damn loud!! I miss, that sometimes he'd get lost around the house... Or he'd lose me, around the house. He was gentle, and only bit me once, by accident, piercing my thumb a little. I miss the fact he had 1 tooth growing forward, directly out, making him a tri-toothed kitten with a protruding top lip! He took on the world without fear. I've never experienced anything like it in a cat. My girl Catalina did sit on my shoulder as I walked down the street in Germany, but Mijo, he let me go skateboarding with him, played guitar with me (he'd chew the strings) and one time, I even vacuumed his tail.

All trust. No fear.

Back when he lost all his hair around his neck and stomach after his snip operation, we were pretty concerned. Funnily enough, it grew back pretty quickly, but it grew back white, not grey. He had a ring around his neck and kind of marks on his back wrapping around to his belly. Alex googled it, and actually found out, cats can often have their hair grow back white after trauma or experiencing extremes of temperature if their hair was cut short or fell out.

About a month ago, I sent my dearest of friends, Sandra, a photo of his regrowth, and she commented looks like “little angel wings”...

Fly on little wing, fly on...

RIP Mijo Angus

12-11-2020 – 27-05-2021

Thanks for reading,

Josh

#pet #pet love #pet death #sad story #loss #griefandloss

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eryiss · 3 years

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Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]

Notes: Hey everyone. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Get ready for some conflict, and two stubborn men refusing to admit their faults. Hope you enjoy it.

Links: FFN, Ao3, Chapter List

Chapter Two - Teething Trouble

Day One: Monday

The further they trudged into the forest, the more Freed understood what Gajeel was going to put him through. In a word: Survival.

He should have guessed by the way Gajeel had treated him before they'd left magnolia that the antagonism shared between them would be a factor in the week. Gajeel had immediately told him to leave his bags at home - "You're only gonna need the clothes on yer back, city boy." - and had taken every opportunity to call Freed 'fragile' and 'spoiled'. Clearly, he thought that Freed was a man unused to roughing it, and who had spent his life in luxury.

To put it simply, Gajeel hadn't planned a training exercise. He had planned three days of pushing Freed to his limits, trying to break him and expose his supposed weakness. No doubt the following three days would be filled with pointless physical labour and an excess of exaggerated survivalist exercises,

Freed found it oddly exciting; he would enjoy proving the idiot wrong.

"Heads up," Gajeel grunted, letting go of a branch he'd pushed aside, clearly intending to let it hit Freed. Freed, being a trained mage with refined reflexes, caught the branch before it struck him. Gajeel saw, his lips twitched down slightly. "Hm."

"Are you intending to be obnoxious," Freed asked, boot squelching in the mud. "Or is that just your personality?"

"Not enjoying yourself, city-boy?"

"You've hardly proven yourself to be a conversationalist, have you?" Freed mused, climbing the small verge of grass that Gajeel was guiding him to. "And so far, rather than training of any kind, you've decided to take me on a walk around the forest and not much else."

"We're nearly there," Gajeel grunted. "And maybe if ya shut yer trap I'd be better company."

"You're quite defensive, I do hope I didn't strike a nerve," Freed hummed, wanting to annoy the man. "If simply insulting your plans has gotten your hackles raisen so quickly, then you've got thinner skin than I had expected."

"I've got thin skin?" Gajeel scoffed. "Sure."

That was the entirety of the conversation shared between the two men for the morning. The forest Gajeel had chosen for them to walk through was one unfamiliar to Freed, and as such he couldn't be sure if he was being taken a direct route to wherever Gajeel was taking him, or if he had been walking in circles for Gajeel to test his stamina and ability to cross a wooded area. They'd seen the same stream a few times, at different places, so Freed was fairly sure that they weren't going the most direct route.

Only when the sun was high in the sky did Gajeel decide to stop walking. Though he wouldn't say it, Freed's as thankful for the rest, as his legs were starting to complain. He looked around where they had paused to see what Gajeel considered a good stopping point,

Gajeel was obnoxious, but he clearly knew what he was doing.

He'd found a small clearing in the trees, with a break in the canopy that gave them direct sunlight and dryer grass. They were a close walk from the stream, so had both a water and food source, if the fish were safe to eat. They weren't so far from the trees that it would be a trial to find shelter if the rain began. Freed was impressed, and looked to Gajeel for further instructions; if he wanted to beat him at his own game, he needed to know what this game was.

"You might have figured out what this is," Gajeel began, looking towards Freed. He was clearly proud of himself. "For the next three days, we're camping out here, living off the land. No help, no magic, no luxury."

He had emphasised the word luxury, as if the lack of it might make Freed cry. Gods, it would be sweet to wipe that smile off his face.

"You act like I've never camped before," Freed commented.

"Not like this you ain't," Gajeel stated. Technically it was true, Freed usually had a flimsy tent at least, but it was hardly a worrying prospect. "We need food, shelter, heat. Since we have to work together, we split duties. I'll get some fish, you make a fire and get us some shelter made," He crossed his arms and smirked, "if you can handle it, of course."

"I'm sure I can cope," Freed drawled. "Though I might fall to pieces if I chip one of my nails."

Gajeel grunted and turned around. Apparently he wasn't happy that his clear assumptions about Freed had been thrown back at him. That only made Freed more enthusiastic about showing just how capable a man he was, and how wrong Gajeel was in his ideas.

With his teammate walking towards the shallow stream, Freed looked around to see what he had to use. Clearly Gajeel didn't want him using his magic for his time in the forest, so the shelter wouldn't be so easy as making a rune barrier to keep them warm and protected, but that wasn't too difficult to contend with. As they'd walked, Freed had been taking note of the wildlife, and suspected that wolves, bears and other hostile creatures would not cause a problem. The main cause for shelter would be the weather, both protection from the sun and the rain if the clouds rolled in. Perfectly easy.

Using his sword, which had been considered as part of the clothes on his back, Freed began ripping large sheets of bark from nearby trees. He then began hacking away at the lower branches, those wide enough to support some weight but thin enough to be cut away fairly easily.

With enough supplies, he walked back to the clearing. Gajeel was still in the stream, with the water up to his ankles. On the rocks by the shore, four fish were sat dead, wirh Gajeel seemingly attempting to catch them some more. It was an impressive sight to see, he was picking them out from the water without a second thought, and Freed was reluctantly grateful. Catching fish on his own was not something he would be proficient in.

Not without his magic, anyway.

He refocused his attention on the task at hand. He was intending to make a small hut for them both to shelter under. It wouldn't be complicated: four of the branches would hold up the sheets of bark. It wouldn't be particularly large, and the protection of the wind would be non-existent, but it would do what was needed to protect them from either sunstroke, or a cold, depending on the weather.

Freed quickly put his plans into action. The four strongest branches were dug into the dirt, propped up in place by the weaker branches. He tied the pieces of bark together using weeds and some of the longer leaves, making it into a single sheets that would protect them from the elements. It didn't take long for him to affix the bark to the branches, and he made sure to test the structural integrity of the hut by kicking each of the branches. With each kick, the hut held, and Freed considered it to be a success.

"Ain't too bad," Gajeel said, suddenly behind Freed. Freed only allowed a small twitch of surprise. "Don't see a fire, though."

"I expect that's because I haven't made one yet," Freed retorted, shaking the hut again to be sure the bark would hold. "I'm afraid there's not much space under it, so we'll have to sleep close to one another. I might have made it larger, but you seem averse to luxury and I didn't wish to scare you."

"You ain't funny," Gajeel grunted. "Make a fire, city-boy."

Ah, so 'city-boy' was going to stay? That was unfortunate.

Still, as much as Freed would have liked to explain how incorrect the nickname was, Gajeel would prefer actions over words. If he wanted a fire, Freed was happy to make a fire.

This was child's play for him, he was a mage after all. He made a bed of rocks to protect the grass from burning, then began laying thicker logs into a pile. Next, the thin and dried out twigs that would quickly set alight without much complaint. Finally, dry leaves that would take a spark and turn into fire.

It took a few moments for Freed to find a piece of flint, but he did. Once he had, he rested his sword in the middle of the unlit fire. He struck the blade with the flint, sparks flying from it.

Gajeel didn't once stop watching him, waiting for him to make a mistake. He didn't, and the fire was soon burning.

"Is that satisfactory," Freed asked, placing the sword in the scabbard as the fire grew beside him. "Or do you wish for me to trek into the forest and tame a wolf so that it can protect us?"

"I said you ain't funny," Gajeel muttered. He handed Freed one of the many fish he had caught. "Gut this. Hope you ain't squeamish."

Freed openly laughed, having him gut a fish was Gajeel's trump card?

This would be easier than he thought.

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Everything about the day had worked out in Freed's favour, and it was delightful to watch Gajeel get more and more angry about it. He clearly wanted Freed to blanch at the idea of working to survive, and Freed had proven himself a capable man under every task he had been given. This was a competition, and so far Freed was dominating it.

"Stand up," Gajeel demanded suddenly, and Freed raised an eyebrow. "You wanted to train right? Let's train."

"Very well," Freed said, standing up. "What did you have in mind?"

It was late in the evening now, and the fire was the only source of light. Clouds were obstructing the moon, thankfully, meaning Freed didn't have to worry about the demon burning away inside of him. Whatever Gajeel had in store, Freed wanted complete focus so he could finally end this ridiculous test he'd been put through.

Following his teammate, he was taken a short ways away from the hut he'd created. They were close to the stream, but not so far that they couldn't see one another in the darkness. Gajeel stopped, turned towards Freed, and spread his arms.

"You rely on yer magic too much," Gajeel stated, despite the fact Freed has spent the day disproving that fact. "And I'm willing to bet you hang back in a fight and let Sparky and the Acrobat do most of the physical shit. If you go against someone who cancels your magic then you're shit out of luck, and I ain't gonna fight with a guy who can only toss spells at a guy and hope it works."

"I can't decide if you're wilfully ignoring everything I've done today, or if you're too stupid to have a short term memory," Freed commented with a patronising grin.

"Keep talking shit, it'll only make this worse," Gajeel grinned, his fangs poking through his lips.

Freed went to retort, but Gajeel did the most peculiar thing, and removed his shirt. The suddenness of the action stopped Freed's words before they came.

"We're gonna wrestle. No magic, no weapons, no holds barred. Just gotta rely on our own strength. We keep going until one of us gives us or loses consciousness."

"Very well," Freed shrugged, reaching up to remove his cravat. "Once you've given up, you can perhaps lose this idea that I'm incapable."

"Doubt it," Gajeel grunted.

Freed, to keep in step with Gajeel, removed his own shirt and threw it to the side. As he did, he assessed his opponent. Gajeel was objectively a broader and more muscular man, and despite how intentionally toned he was - nobody got a six pack accidentally - Gajeel's muscles weren't just a result of vanity. The man was physically stronger than him, and had the advantage. But Freed had succeeded in situations worse than this, and Gajeel's cockiness would be his downfall.

With both men stripped to the waist, they assumed a battle ready stance. Gajeel counted down from three, and they lurched towards one another the moment the fight began. The bartering of a muscular form against his own took the wind out of Freed, but he grappled the man around the waist without hesitation.

They struggled like that for a moment, both pushing to wrong foot the other man, neither succeeding.

Freed felt his feet stumbling slightly, and knew that Gajeel's strength was greater than his own. He needed to be smart about this: he would exhaust his target, and take what opportunities presented to throw Gajeel off. One such opportunity had just shown up - if Gajeel wanted to push him back, he would give him what he wanted.

With fast movements, he removed his arms from around Gajeel's waist and shunted back. Too late to adjust his momentum, Gajeel stumbled forward, landing face first in the ground where Freed had just been.

"I'm embarrassed for you that that worked," Freed commented before he could stop himself.

Just as Gajeel pushed himself up off the ground, Freed tackled him again. He was successful this time, flipping him so his back was flush against the grass. When Gajeel's right hand came to push Freed off, he quickly took hold and pinned it above his head. He pressed a foot into Gajeel's stomach to hold him down, smirking as he went to further taunt the man. Just before the words could leave his mouth, a splitting pain filled Freed.

The bastard had kicked him in the stomach.

Gajeel had meant it when he'd said no holds barred. Freed could work with that.

Pushing himself up before Freed could recover, Gajeel crashed into Freed with his full body weight, and the press of the man's strong form was pinning Freed to the ground immediately. One hand was pressing Freed's hands to the ground, his foot was pinning Freed's right leg in place, and his other hand was pressing against Freed's throat with strength behind it. He also meant it when he'd said until one of them was unconscious.

But Freed was not a man to go down without a fight. With only his left leg unpinned, he did something he wasn't particularly proud of, but worked in the situation. He slammed his knee into Gajeel's groin, and the pressure went away as Gajeel staggered to the side.

"Fucking bastard," Gajeel roared, voice a little higher than normal. "What the hell?"

Freed didn't waste the opportunity, and pushed his foot to Gajeel's spine and pressed him face first into the ground. He'd cupped his balls on instinct, meaning his hands were essentially pinned below him when Freed asserted more pressure.

"No holds barred," Freed taunted. "A word of advice. If you set a rule around me, I tend to remember-"

He was cut off when Gajeel suddenly lurched back, throwing Freed's leg off him and making him scramble for balance. He grabbed Freed by the calve and pulled down with strength, taking Freed to the ground beside him. Freed found his arms yanked behind him, and grunted a little at the pain as they were pinned against his lower back. He didn't struggle, it would only exhaust him.

"Givin' up so quickly, huh?" Gajeel purred. "Ain't surprised. Knew you couldn't handle it."

Gajeel had meant to taunt him, but all he had done was show where he was. The words had been right beside Freed's ear, and so Gajeel's face was right behind his ear too. With a jerk, Freed rammed his head back, feeling the crack of the other man's jaw against his skull. The grip on his hands loosened, and he managed to push the man off him.

The following few moments followed a pattern. Freed would get the better of Gajeel, Gajeel would push him off and pin Freed down. Freed in turn would get Gajeel off him, and push him down. The pattern would repeat itself, with neither man gaining the upper hand for too long.

"Ah," Freed panted at the sudden cold on his back as he was pushed to the ground again. Water, they were at the stream now.

"Cold ain't a bother, right?" Gajeel smirked, kicking Freed in the chest when he tried to sit up.

"You're determined to think me weak, aren't you?" Freed rasped slightly, winded from the kick. "Which is a brave thing to say, given you were rolling around the floor cupping your balls just moments ago."

An exaggeration, but the snarl of anger he got was worth it.

Suddenly, one of Gajeel's large hands was wrapped up in Freed's hair, and a kick to the gut had Freed turning. A foot was pressed against this back, forcing him to lie face down in the cold water. Gajeel made sure to hold his face towards the flow of the stream, and the feeling of it rushing into his partially split lips and nose was a horrid burning. A nasty trick.

Freed tried to push himself up, but the fight was lasting longer than he hoped and after a day of labour, Freed's muscles were starting to protest. He tried to raise his head, but Gajeel wouldn't allow it.

Above all, Freed was a strategist. Sometimes, a retreat was the logical choice.

He knew he could get out of this hold. With the right angle, he could take hold of Gajeel's leg and pull it in the same way Gajeel had done to him to knock him off balance. But what then? They would fall back into the spiral of pinning one another, hitting one another, and achieving nothing.

This entire exercise was an act of futility. Gajeel was trying to prove Freed was weak willed and impractical, despite the fact it was clearly untrue. Freed was trying to prove Gajeel wrong, but the man was too pigheaded to accept it.

"I give," Freed grunted, voice warped by the water.

"What was that?" Gajeel taunted.

"I said I give," Freed spat.

The hand keeping his head partially underwater was gone, and the foot holding him down soon followed. Freed spat out the water as he turned, body aching as he sat in the stream. Gajeel was looking down at him as if he were dirt, and it took a lot of self restraint not to attack the man where he stood.

"You think yer hot shit, but you ain't," Gajeel grunted, "You're a spineless ass with some spells you rely on too much."

"You know damn well I only stopped that because it was pointless," Freed snarled, standing up, water dripping from him. "And you didn't ban magic because you want to see me fight without it. You were just scared of me showing my power because you know it dwarves yours."

"The hell did you say?" Gajeel growled, and magic energy filled the space as Gajeel's hands turned to a blade.

"You heard me," Freed's voice was distorted - demonic - and he didn't care. "You are in the presence of a powerful wizard and terrified."

For a moment, neither man spoke. Tense magical energy flowed form them both, ready to lurche should they need it. Gajeel relented, walking towards the fire, murmuring that he couldn't wait for the week to be over.

That, at least, was something they could agree upon.

#Gajeed #Freedjeel #Freed x Gajeel #Freed Justine #Gajeel Redfox #fairy tail #fanfic #writing #canon divergence #multi chapter #Chapter Two #Word Count: 3.25k

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kimchi-kitty · 4 years

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Lingerie 》BLOCK B《

{13+, mentions of NSFW}

Request:

Anon: can I request a reactions thingy from the block B boys, when they find the lingerie you bought to surprise them with in your closet? if you don’t want to it’s okay i totally understand!!!

sure lovely! that’s a cute prompt!✨

PRETENSE: Your boyfriend is getting home in a few days, and you've missed him (in more ways than one) so you go out to the shop and pick up a set of lacey lingerie to surprise him with, later leaving the bag on the floor next to your closet. You haven't heard that a stop of the tour was cancelled, and the boys will be home a day early. Your love, also trying to surprise, doesn't let you know he's already off the plane, so you head out with your girlfriends. When he lets himself into your apartment you're nowhere to be seen.

Zico:

Jiho walked into your bedroom to find you, presuming you were napping, but instead found your bed made and your purse gone. You were out. His thoughts were cut short as his eyes caught an luxurious looking black bag on the floor. He stepped closer and looked in the top, surprised to find a set of beautiful black lace panties and accompanying bra. He reached into the bag to examine them more closely and chuckled to himself at what a naughty girl you were. He grabbed the bag and went to wait on your couch.

You arrived home half an hour later, expecting an empty apartment, but instead opening your door just to lay eyes on your boyfriend, confidently laid back on your couch. Before you could even jump, he met your eyes and spoke. “Y/N, if I knew you’d miss me to this point”, he said, throwing a glance at the bag, ”I might need to go on tour more often.” He stood, swiftly and met you as you approached him, wrapping an arm around your waist, and pulled you into a kiss. You wrapped yourself around him, shock melting into joy, until he pulled away to whisper sternly into your ear. “Now be a good girl and go put these on for me.”

Taeil:

Taeil drifted into your apartment grinning ear to ear, ready to greet the love of his life after being apart for two months. When he saw your favorite shoes missing from the mat, he realized that you were out and huffed, realizing he’d have to wait a little longer. He was going to use the bathroom, which was accessible only by way of your bedroom, when he spotted a shiny black bag on the floor, tufts of tissue paper sticking out the top. He took a peak, expecting a new perfume or pair of shoes, but instead found a lingerie set. He put the bag back, assuming he was not meant to know about it, and returned to wait for you in the living room. When you came home you rejoiced in each others arms and cuddled on the couch until sunset, when things turned friskier. You removed yourself from your perch on his lap and told him to meet you in your bedroom in five minutes. Hurriedly, you peeled off your clothes and changed into the set, ran a brush through your hair and reapplied a spritz of your signature perfume. Taeil knocked at the door and you beckoned him enter. When he opened the door and saw you standing there, he didn’t need to fake his surprise. Sure, he knew the lingerie existed, but he could never have anticipated it to look quite so good on you. “Jagi”, his mouth hung open, “I didn’t know it was possible to be more beautiful than you already were.”

Jaehyo:

Jaehyo was all smiles when he strolled into your apartment, ready to smother the girl of his dreams in affection. His mood fell slightly when he realized your absence. Oh well. He went to use your bedroom mirror to ensure he looked perfect for when you returned. Slight vanity was a trait you had always had in common. In the mirror he spotted a black bag behind him. It looked like the height of luxury- glossy black, with ribbon handles and filled with white tissue paper. It didn’t strike him as something you’d buy for yourself. He inspected its contents to find extremely sexy underwear. His mind went to the worst place possible. Were you having an affair? He physically shook the thought out of his head and reassured himself that you would never do something like that. But... he had been away for a while. Could he blame you for finding a replacement? He considered it a thought better not ruminated, finished fixing his hair, and went to the kitchen to prepare a romantic dinner for you.

As you walked in he was at your counter, dicing an onion. You were throughly surprised, and incredibly excited, running up to cover Jaehyo in kisses and love. He returned the affection, then told you to take a seat at the counter and poured you a drink before returning to cooking. After a few minutes of casual conversation, he offhandedly broached the subject that had still been making him uneasy. “I found those new underwear in your room. For someone, or from someone special?” He didn’t turn to look at you when he spoke. Him going through your things might have been more cause for concern if you hadn’t been together several years. You brushed it off. “Jagiya, of course they’re for someone special! I couldn’t wait to be with you when you returned.” you said, beaming at him. His worries melted instantly. “Oh. Y/N, I’m so sorry I jumped to conclusions. I just couldn’t imagine my return being a big enough event to warrant something quite so elegant.” He shook his head. “You’re too good to me, jagi. I can’t wait to see you in them.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and returned to cooking.

U-Kwon:

Yukwon stepped into your shared apartment, immediately greeted by the dog you coparented, an excitable shiba inu. Her barking would always alert you that someone was there, so when you didn't show within a minute, he knew you were out. He decided to change his clothes and headed into the bedroom; as he pulled his shirt over his head he saw a small black bag on the chair in the corner. Immediately assuming it was a present for him, he went to take a peak. It was indeed a present for him, in a way. He pulled out a set of black lace lingerie and immediately had a devilish idea. He made your bed and laid the set out neatly before plucking a rose off the bush you had growing on the balcony and sprinkling the petals over your bed. On a piece of cardstock he wrote "I'm home princess, now put these on for me like a good girl. -Y" He folded the paper and placed it on top of the bra, finished getting dressed (opting for something a bit more stylish than he had originally planned ) and headed out. You came home to the apartment exactly how you expected to find it, until you reached the bedroom- your heart skipping a beat as you walked through the door. The only other person with a key was yukwon, which meant he must be back early! You were startled, but soon blushing when you saw the bed sprinkled in rose petals, the set you had picked out laying there. You were a tiny bit disappointed; you were planning on doing the surprising, not the other way around! You picked up and read the note, your heart fluttering. You quickly undressed and pulled the lingerie on (the straps were a bit confusing). By the time you finished refreshing your makeup, a knock befell the door. You pulled on your light silk robe, just in case it wasn't your boyfriend. You pulled open the door, only to find the love of your life, the one and only Kim Yukwon standing before you with a giant smile and a bottle of champagne. You quickly pulled him into a kiss, nudging the door closed behind him. He set the bottle down and picked you up, pressing kisses to your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed, slipping off your robe. He took a step back and couldn't help but stare, his mouth hanging slightly open. He met your eyes and whispered, more to himself than to you "I am the luckiest man in the world."

B-Bomb:

Minhyuk wanted nothing more than to hold and kiss his girl. He had missed you so much on tour that he'd even started jotting down lyrics about how much his heart ached for you. That said, when he landed at incheon, his first stop was your apartment. He walked in without knocking, your door not locked (he always chastised you for leaving it unlocked, worried for your safety despite you living in a nice area). He looked around, but found no girlfriend to embraced. What he did find were a brand new set of lace underwear, tags still on, sitting on your dresser. As he inspected the fabric, her caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Yikes. He was dressed in sweatpants and a t shirt, his hair a mess from sleeping on the flight and his chin slightly stubbly. He decided that you were clearly putting in effort for him, so he should return the favor. He pulled out a change of clothes from the drawer you had deemed his, and went to clean up. When you arived home, you immediately noticed something that sent chills up your spine. The shower was running. You would normally assume it was minhyuk, but he was supposed to be in Japan today. You nervously put your bag down, and tiptoed to the bathroom. You approached the shower and ripped back the curtain, slightly spooking min, who quickly regained his composure and shot you a very cheeky smirk. "I didn't expect you home so soon" he said, still smiling, the water running over him. You rolled your eyes and sighed "I could say the same about you. You really gave me a spook, but I'm glad to see you Jagi. Welcome home." You went to close the curtain, but min quickly grabbed your wrist. "I could use some help in here." He winked.

Kyung:

Park Kyung was absolutely exhausted. A 10 hour plane ride will do that to a guy. The only thing in his mind before sleep was you. He dragged himself up to your apartment and let himself in, quickly realizing your absence. His mind quickly switched to priority two, and he went to make use of your bed until you got home. As he made his way into your room, his plans were interrupted by a sudden curiosity about a expensive looking bag sitting on the chair in the corner of your room. He knew you liked nice clothes, sure, but this bag was nothing like the ones from the brands you preferred. After all, he’d bought plenty of them for you. He walked over and took a peak into the top, instantly intrigued by the garments. Holding the fabric in his hands, the exhaustion was quickly placed by another feeling - arousal. Without you to satisfy his needs, he decided to have some fun with you via text. Pretending he was still on the plane, he sent you a slew of salacious messages, detailing how he would ravage you when he got the chance. By the time you returned home, planning to satisfy yourself, the two of you were throughly excited. Your excitement reached a new level, however, when you found your boyfriend not on a plane, but laying on your bed. He ignored your gasp and met your eye. “Good, you’re home. I was beginning to get desperate~”

P.O:

Pyo Jihoon had quickly realized that leather pants were not proper attire for a long flight, his legs sweaty and uncomfortable. This considered, when he went to your apartment straight from the airport- only to find you weren't home- he breathed a sigh of relief remembering all the clothes he had here. (He'd move in with you in a heartbeat, it just wasn't practical.) He strolled into your bedroom and grabbed a pair of his sweatpants, laying them out on your bed. As he peeled off the leather his eye caught a posh looking bag in the corner of your room. He finished changing and peeked into the bag, pulling out an underwear set far sexier than anything he'd seen you in before. He was somewhat glad you weren't there, because maintaining his composure was not something jihoon was known for. He blushed vigorously and let out a small laugh, but his reaction changed as soon as he began picturing what the fabric would like like hugging your hips and breasts. He was determined to get you into them by the end of the night, and set of planning just how he would. Ever the romantic, he decided to cook you a beautiful dinner before he tried to get you into bed. When you walked up to your door and smelled something cooking you panicked. Had you left the stove on??? You rushed in to find a surprise much more pleasant than your stove on- though it was in fact on, in use by your beautiful lanky boyfriend. As soon as he saw you walk in you he set the spatula down and ran over to scoop you up into an intense hug. "JAGI!! I missed you so much! I'm making beef bulgogi, your favorite!" He eventually put you down and gestured for you to sit at the table, which he had set and arranged candles on. A few moments later he set a beautiful plate down in front of you, and took his seat opposite. You chatted over your meal, his eyes brimming with love everytime he looked up from his plate. As you finished and set your chopsticks down, he rose from his seat and came to stand behind you, learning down to whisper in your ear in his deepest voice, sending shivers down your spine. "Now, would you be so kind as to be my dessert?"

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tartaghetti · 4 years

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stronger than you | strong! fem! reader hcs

you are a 2nd year manager of karasuno and here are hcs on how noya, tanaka, and ennoshita react to you being physically stronger than you seem

☆ nishinoya yuu

you, along with yachi, were introduced by kiyoko as new managers for the club. you've been in the club for quite some time now and you're well acquainted with everyone now

especiall noya since the both of you are in the same year (and he's very excited about how they have a manager who's in the same year as him)

noya is just an energetic and spontaneous ball

he'll go to your classroom and shout your name so you could go to the clubroom together

you would find it very endearing if it weren't for the knowing looks your friends would give you whenever noya came by

OKAY SO

you joined in your 2nd year after leaving the martial arts club

why'd you leave? you weren't too keen on the suffocating competitive atmosphere in the club

the club president wasn't very good in keeping everyone organised

the club was overall just a mess and you didn't want to get involved in any more problems

while everyone's cleaning up, hinata and kageyama snuck to the court a bit a do extra spiking drills

you heard them bickering but you didn't actually expect they'd do anymore drills

but at this point, you weren't surprised anymore

this time, hinata went a bit all out and the ball came flying towards an unsuspecting noya who was drinking what's left of his water bottle

fortunately, you were nearby

you immediately drop whatever you were holding (which were brooms) and immediately go in front of noya, fixing your stance (like how you would during a hand to hand spar)

you use your arm and hover it steadily in front of your face where the ball was going towards

you successfully stop the ball, which you grab from the floor

you're unaware of the stares from the other people in the gym

"hinata! kageyama! be careful! you could have hurt someone!" you lecture the first years, to which they immediately apologize for (after they've completely processed what you just did)

you turn around and look at noya, who's just looking at you in awe

"noya-san? you okay there?" you wave your hand in front of him, where he finally responds by blinking

he finally processes everything, he's confused, he's blushing, he's staring at you in awe because a girl saved him?? a v v pretty girl saved him from a ball that could've hit his head??

he's just shocked, my dood

for the first time, he's at a loss for words

"earth to noya-san?"

he finally speaks

"[y/n]-san... that... that was so aWESOME! you're... i guess you were stronger than i had initially thought, y'know? thanks for saving my head there! you're so cool, [y/n]-san!"

you're blushing now too

sure, you've been called cool by other people, but it seems that when noya says it, it just feels so different

"thank you, noya-san..."

the next few days, he'll just bother you about where you got so strong and when he learns that you know martial arts, he just WANTS you to teach him some self-defense

he was already attracted to you when you joined the club as a manager

now he learns that you're actually physically stronger than you seem??

bro, he's infatuated

wait no, scratch that

he's head over heels for you

expect a lot of compliments from him

also expect a lot of, "[y/n], do you think you can carry me?"

"for the last time, noya, i am NOT carrying you"

☆ tanaka ryuunosuke

you already knew tanaka, during your 1st year, even before joining the karasuno volleyball club because of ennoshita

but you've only met with him once or twice on the rare occasions where you'd do a group project with ennoshita

you joined the volleyball club in your 2nd year as a manager for the boy's team when the club that you were previously in had disbanded due to lack of members

to everyone's surprise, tanaka recognizes you the moment you enter the gym

you quickly become well acquainted with everyone

it's been like 3 months since you've joined the club and you're comfortable with walking home with everyone

especially with tanaka since coincidentally, you live in the same neighborhood as him

this one particular day, tanaka says he'd forgotten his textbook in coach ukai's shop while you were already walking home with him

you guys weren't that far from his shop but you were already tired enough to go back with him

you let him go and retrieve his textbook, assuring that you'll be fine on your own

he runs back to the shop and you lean onto a pole nearby, waiting patiently for him

that's when two creepy men approach you and begin small talk, getting into your personal space too many times

they crossed the line when one of them tried to lift up your skirt, the other one pinning you onto the wall

before they could do anything else, you immediately go under his arm and out while it was still a bit loose and you immediately strike your hand on his nape, earning a pained groan from the man

the other one hesitated to attack you but he did, trying to punch you, but you immediately dodge, making him stumble and fall

using whatever strength you had left, with your adrenaline helping, you lift the other and drop him onto his companion, earning groans from the two of them

the moment tanaka comes back, he's immediately in front of you, in a very defensive stance, barking at the strangers

he doesn't look at you as he grabs your arms, pulling you close to him as you continue walking home

finally, he looks at you and notices the state that you are in

your blazer's unbuttoned, the blouse underneath lost the top button, your clothes are creased and your hair is just everywhere

you're sweating, still not recovering from the adrenaline rush from earlier

lowkey you look attractive rn

"[y/n]! are you okay?! are you hurt?! the hell happened back there?! did those guys try to touch you?!"

"tanaka, chill, i'm fine. just some random dudes trying to get touchy with me. nothing i can't handle"

he's relieved that you're okay and he makes sure you get home safely (ohoho what a gentleman) and once he gets everything in his head, he's in love

i mean, who wouldn't be attracted to a girl who just DESTROYED two men trying to touch her

the next day when you greet him, he's all blushy and scared because you might beat his ass if you felt like it

he later learns that you were taught self-defense at an early age and continued training up until now

tanaka will stare at you whenever you're talking with someone, hoping you wouldn't notice, but boy's just too obvious about his infatuation

the whole team probably knows his crush on you without him confirming it

☆ ennoshita chikara

you joined the volleyball club shortly after transferring to karasuno in your 2nd year

you're classmates with ennoshita, so you were relieved that you knew someone in the team

you quickly became friends with everyone on the team a few days later due to them being very friendly and kiyoko never leaving you confused during practice

once you're comfortable enough with them, you've shown your very playful side

leading you, along with noya and tanaka, to get some lectures from ennoshita

you were never one to actually do dumb things, but you always encouraged them to do the dumb thing

"im not a bad influence i swear" turns into "lmao yea, you should totally give that snake a pat"

even though you seem playful, you're still very reliable when the situation calls for it

you stopped a good amount of class fights and bickering to avoid it elevating to a physical fight

you've also stopped hinata and kageyama's bickering a few times

of course, ennoshita's noticed this and has developed an admiration to you

he didn't notice the thin line between admiration and infatuation

he finds himself staring at you a lot during practice now, always denying that he had a crush on you and just convinced himself that "i just respect her a lot"

it's currently the last day of the tokyo summer training camp, and you're helping out unloading a few more stuff that they bought

you're carrying two fairly heavy coolers, both of which are filled with refreshments

ennoshita sees you and sprints up to you, offering to help

"oh, there's no need ennoshita-kun, go ahead and eat, you should enjoy yourself"

there it is, that very sweet consideration that sends ennoshita's heart flying

"don't worry [y/n], i want to help you"

you smile and take up his offer, giving him one of the coolers

he almost droos the cooler from how heavy it was

he initially thought it wasn't at all heavy since you didn't at all look like you were having a hard time, he underestimated the weight of the cooler

you look at him in worry but then you burst into a fit of laughter, earning some attention your way

ennoshita was embarrassed as he tried to tell you to stop laughing at him

"sorry ennoshita-kun, but that was the reason i didn't want you to carry it, come on, give that back to me"

he stares at you for a bit, still not over the shock of learning how strong you actually are

you wave your hand in front of his face and he comes back to reality

"no, no, i can carry this, your shoulders might get sore, [y/n]"

AWWWW HE'S CONCERNEDD

while the both of you walk, you tell him about how you underwent some intense (somewhat unnecessary) training during middle school as you were part of the track & field club

once you deemed that the training was far too much and your body couldn't take it anymore so you quit when you went into high school

the reason you transferred was because your mom landed a job as a teacher for karasuno high

he's in awe about... just about everything about you

it's honestly not hard for him to fall for you at this point

he'll listen to you the rest of the day, wanting to get to know you more and more

when someone goes to help you carry something particularly heavy, he anticipates for their reaction over you being stronger than they are

he just loves you at this point, really

i hope i depicted them properly TwT

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #strong fem! reader #haikyuu headcannons #hq headcannons #ennoshita chikara #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #ennoshita chikara x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #tanaka ryuunosuke x reader #haikyuu imagines

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